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I am handsome, successful, and well-endowed -- and yet my wife has chosen to humiliate me with other men.
I can't believe how much I've put up with, accepted, and increasingly enjoyed...so much so that, now, the idea of being teased and dominated actually arouses me.
Please feel free to contact me with thoughts and suggestions. Does a cuckold like me amuse you? I'd be happy to amuse you.
In literature and opera, cuckolds are said to wear horns on their heads. My horns are growing. Everytime my wife squieals for another man, my horns grow like Pinocchio's nose.
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Of all her lovers it was Maurice who taunted me most directly.
Once he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I love your wife's smile, I love her shyness, I love her personality, but do you know what I love most about her?"
"What?" I asked stupidly.
"Her sex organs!" he declared, and smiled wickedly.
Another time the three of us were having lunch at our place...She bent over in the kitchen, and, as her butt raised, Maurice said, with indescribable pleasure, "Hmmm...there's my home away from home!" |
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I just stole a pic of her young lover Darnell from her computer...I can't stop looking at it... |
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Sunday night was huge...A bi friend of my wife's lover had me...he devirginized me...he used me...in front of two gay women, who were aroused and amused at the sight of it...They were as important to the experience as he was...ARE THERE OTHER GAY FEMALES WHOM A BUGGERED CUCKOLD COULD AMUSE? |
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A woman sits on my face, reading my Journal out loud, reading my wife's emails out loud...
I now have reason to believe that Don's wife Kim has sat on my wife's face...Now Kim's smile means so much more to me... |
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Yesterday I saw Hamid on the street...hadn't seen him for years...he said hello politely but I could tell, from his smile, and from the look in his eyes, that, the moment he saw me, he thought of my wife's ass, and how good it felt inside it, and how she grunted for him, and of the triumph that was his... |
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I have never been anally penetrated, but I keep dreaming of a woman entering me as I beseech each one of my wife's lovers by name, to use her and use me...While I beseech them, the woman chuckles as she ransacks my fanny. |
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Last night I became aware that my wife has a special costume she's worn for Don -- she dressed for him as a native woman in an African village: grass skirt, necklace, her boobs naked and bouncing... |
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Other memories and thoughts from your resident cuckold...
I am sitting stark naked. A woman fully clothed interrogates me about my wife's adulteries...even my balls are blushing.
I have never been anally penetrated. The saga of my wife's adultery makes me long for it...is there a special joy for women or men to ravage cuckolds in the butt?
When Omar and Hamid used my wife for their pleasure, it was not just a sexual triumph for them. It was a political triumph as well.
I came home unexpectedly, and I could hear my wife grunting clear across the apartment...I flung open the door...Bobby was having her doggie-style...They stopped and stared at me in the doorway...Then Bobby smiled mischievously and said, "Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in to say hello..." My wife blushed and giggled, his thing still in her...
Maurice stands defiantly before me...my wife's panties draped over his erect penis.
I saw a note to my wife from Darnell...he calls her "hotbox."
Seeing her sitting on Mauruice's lap in her bra and panties...it was more torturous than watching him mount her...how these men rejoice in her, and in my undoing.
Her dancing eyes sparkle. She smirks. She says, "His cock has made your wife very, very happy."
The marriage of heaven and hell: being screwed by a woman with a strap-on while we talk about my wife's infidelities...
My wife's lovers have been Marcellino, Bobby, Darnell, Don, Maurice, Omar, and Hamid...I have had fantasies of being fucked by each one of them
I have a photo of my wife with her friend. Her friend's husband, Don, laid my wife. Her friend knows it, and I believe she savors that fact...The photo haunts me, especially the smile on the friend's face...
I long to hear the sound of a woman's voice simply saying, "Your wife has cuckolded you."
I long for a woman to stroke my head where my imaginary cuckold horns are, and to smile so suggestively while she does so...I would be willing to buy a pair of horns, like deer antlers mounted on a beeney cap, so a lady could play with them and smile.
Fantasy: I am wearing horns. My wife's panties are hung on one. Her lover's jock strap is hung on the other.
One day I ran into her current lover on the street and we had lunch togerther. Throughout the lunch I kept looking at him and saying to myself, "This man has been inside my wife" and "this man has heard her grunt" and "this man has seen her smile sweetly with her legs wide open." I was so indignant, so threatened, so aroused.
I have never had anal intercourse with my wife. She once confessed that her lover had her that way...and she didn't mind it much!
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After much consideration i have decided to post excerpts from a number of emails I found on my wife's computer a few years ago...It was written to her lover...For clarity, I've substitituted "my husband" instead of my name
"...Here's the weird thing, my darling...everytime I look at my husband I get excited, because I think of him in relationship to you...how his balls are in your back pocket...how his wife is your woman..."
"There are some things about us I tell him...some things I never will, unless you want me to.."
"I love being naked while you are fully clothed..."
"I was dressing for you the other evening...the pink panties you love so much..using the perfume...I suddenly realized my husband was in the doorway watching and knowing...the look that passed between us was indescribable..."
"Sometimes I feel as if I was in a wild forest and you were the lovely beast who conquered me, and my husband was the one who had to crawl away with his tail between his legs..."
"My fantasy is that he is making love to me and you storm in and pull him out of me and throw him out of the room with a shove and a little kick in the behind...and I welcome you with open arms as you take over..."
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