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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
19/04/2024
Since the beginning of our relationship I have been very open with my wife about my cuckold fetish and she has, on occasion, indulged me with the occasional fling with ex boyfriends or people she's met and kept in touch with prior to our relationship.
It wasn't until two years ago that she found who we both consider to be our first long term bull.
He was an old classmate from high school who ran into her at a bar while she was out with one of her girlfriends. He was recently single and had still managed to maintain his athletic physique and charming boyish good looks. Seriously, he's a pretty man.
Almost immediately my wife texted me, "How would you feel about me going home with someone tonight?" I asked who it was and she said, "A guy from high school."
"Do you like him? Does he turn you on?" I asked. "Yes and yes" was her reply. With shaky fingers and an erection I responded "Then I would say I love you and you should have a great time tonight!"
They talked, danced, and went out to his car to smoke. After a little bit they got handsy and my wife ended up giving him a blow job. I got a text after that letting me know that she would be spending the night at his house.
I was no stranger to cuckold angst, but this seemed different. There was not just physical chemistry between them, but a history of friendship as well. I had never been more excited or nervous in my life.
While some car trouble prevented them from actually hooking up further that night, the seed was planted, and I was elated when my wife asked me if she could continue to see him.
Fast forward a few weeks, my wife gets a text from him asking her to go camping for the weekend at a music festival. I'm at work and she texts me to ask if she could go and I, of course, said yes!
The days leading up to the festival were intense. I remember shaking with angst as I licked her pussy over and over again, as often as she would let me. As much as I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted him to be the next one to satisfy her in that way. I felt like mentally in those few days before the weekend she was his anyway.
They would text, constantly, and my wife would burst out in spontaneous fits of laughter while in bed or on the couch as she read his latest quip. The whole aura of the moment made me feel completely submissive to my wife, and in turn, deeply submissive to him.
I would close my eyes and imagine them towering over me, intertwining their tongues as I kept their genitals wet and aroused with my mouth in anticipation of copious lovemaking to come.
While I was the first to introduce it years prior, my wife has since developed a love for locking me in chastity. The day she finally left for the trip my cock was snugly confined in its cage and the keys were stowed safely in her car.
I have a picture of her holding the cage and smiling with look that was both mischievous and loving right before I was locked. I won't post that picture here, as I value my wife's privacy, but it is a cherished memory and one I'm glad to have encapsulated on camera.
The day she left I couldn't concentrate at work to save my life. Thankfully I was off early that Friday and didn't work again until Monday. I had asked my wife for pictures and videos.
This was something I always asked for and to this day have never received. My wife blames it on being caught up in the moment, but I think it is less about being too caught up, and more to do with her not wanting to ruin the moment.
This trip was no different, but I did get a very PG snap of her sitting by the campfire, a satisfied and dreamy look on her face.
There was hardly any service at the campsite so my wife didn't call me or text me the rest of that night, until she was on her way home just before noon the next day. My head was spinning and my cock aching from attempting to rub it through my cage. I'm sure the whole house smelled like pre cum!
I had so many questions for her, and as you can imagine, I word vomited through the phone to the point where she told me to just wait until she got home.
When my wife finally got home she started off to take a shower, but I stopped her and had her lay down on the sofa. She protested, but I HAD to taste her. She had told me on the phone that they used condoms, so I was shocked when I immediately tasted the familiar salty flavor of cum in her pussy.
Sheepishly my wife admitted to me that he had forgotten to wear one when they were making love in the back seat of her car before she left.
Far from being angry, I hungrily stretched my tongue as far into her as possible to taste every remaining drop within her as she gripped my hair and moaned in pleasure.
I asked her to tell me every detail as I ate her. She told me about all of the times they fucked. How the rain forced them to spend most of the night in his car, and how he took her pussy and ass many times that night.
His cock, by the way, is much longer and thicker than my own. I unfortunately, wouldn't see a picture of his impressive member until much later in their relationship, but that day she wasn't shy to tell me how full she felt, and how satisfying the sex was.
My cage felt like it was ready to shatter as I licked my wife, and I was thrilled when my she finally unlocked me so I could plunge my little cock inside her and feel how his tumescent presence had temporarily altered her, claiming her as his.
While their sex that weekend was amazing, what my wife loved the most was their conversation. It is not just a physical cucking taking place when they are together, but an emotional one.
While my wife and I love each other and have our own meaningful and loving relationship, he gives her something that was missing in our marriage. I don't know if my wife loves him, but I do know that they have a real emotional connection and I love it when I can see that her emotional and physical tanks have been filled.
Later that day we sent him a pic of both of us smiling contentedly with a caption that read, "Thank you for the amazing weekend". We both meant it sincerely, and if you ever read this "C" I am still grateful for your presence in our marriage.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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It wasn't until two years ago that she found who we both consider to be our first long term bull.
He was an old classmate from high school who ran into her at a bar while she was out with one of her girlfriends. He was recently single and had still managed to maintain his athletic physique and charming boyish good looks. Seriously, he's a pretty man.
Almost immediately my wife texted me, "How would you feel about me going home with someone tonight?" I asked who it was and she said, "A guy from high school."
"Do you like him? Does he turn you on?" I asked. "Yes and yes" was her reply. With shaky fingers and an erection I responded "Then I would say I love you and you should have a great time tonight!"
They talked, danced, and went out to his car to smoke. After a little bit they got handsy and my wife ended up giving him a blow job. I got a text after that letting me know that she would be spending the night at his house.
I was no stranger to cuckold angst, but this seemed different. There was not just physical chemistry between them, but a history of friendship as well. I had never been more excited or nervous in my life.
While some car trouble prevented them from actually hooking up further that night, the seed was planted, and I was elated when my wife asked me if she could continue to see him.
Fast forward a few weeks, my wife gets a text from him asking her to go camping for the weekend at a music festival. I'm at work and she texts me to ask if she could go and I, of course, said yes!
The days leading up to the festival were intense. I remember shaking with angst as I licked her pussy over and over again, as often as she would let me. As much as I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted him to be the next one to satisfy her in that way. I felt like mentally in those few days before the weekend she was his anyway.
They would text, constantly, and my wife would burst out in spontaneous fits of laughter while in bed or on the couch as she read his latest quip. The whole aura of the moment made me feel completely submissive to my wife, and in turn, deeply submissive to him.
I would close my eyes and imagine them towering over me, intertwining their tongues as I kept their genitals wet and aroused with my mouth in anticipation of copious lovemaking to come.
While I was the first to introduce it years prior, my wife has since developed a love for locking me in chastity. The day she finally left for the trip my cock was snugly confined in its cage and the keys were stowed safely in her car.
I have a picture of her holding the cage and smiling with look that was both mischievous and loving right before I was locked. I won't post that picture here, as I value my wife's privacy, but it is a cherished memory and one I'm glad to have encapsulated on camera.
The day she left I couldn't concentrate at work to save my life. Thankfully I was off early that Friday and didn't work again until Monday. I had asked my wife for pictures and videos.
This was something I always asked for and to this day have never received. My wife blames it on being caught up in the moment, but I think it is less about being too caught up, and more to do with her not wanting to ruin the moment.
This trip was no different, but I did get a very PG snap of her sitting by the campfire, a satisfied and dreamy look on her face.
There was hardly any service at the campsite so my wife didn't call me or text me the rest of that night, until she was on her way home just before noon the next day. My head was spinning and my cock aching from attempting to rub it through my cage. I'm sure the whole house smelled like pre cum!
I had so many questions for her, and as you can imagine, I word vomited through the phone to the point where she told me to just wait until she got home.
When my wife finally got home she started off to take a shower, but I stopped her and had her lay down on the sofa. She protested, but I HAD to taste her. She had told me on the phone that they used condoms, so I was shocked when I immediately tasted the familiar salty flavor of cum in her pussy.
Sheepishly my wife admitted to me that he had forgotten to wear one when they were making love in the back seat of her car before she left.
Far from being angry, I hungrily stretched my tongue as far into her as possible to taste every remaining drop within her as she gripped my hair and moaned in pleasure.
I asked her to tell me every detail as I ate her. She told me about all of the times they fucked. How the rain forced them to spend most of the night in his car, and how he took her pussy and ass many times that night.
His cock, by the way, is much longer and thicker than my own. I unfortunately, wouldn't see a picture of his impressive member until much later in their relationship, but that day she wasn't shy to tell me how full she felt, and how satisfying the sex was.
My cage felt like it was ready to shatter as I licked my wife, and I was thrilled when my she finally unlocked me so I could plunge my little cock inside her and feel how his tumescent presence had temporarily altered her, claiming her as his.
While their sex that weekend was amazing, what my wife loved the most was their conversation. It is not just a physical cucking taking place when they are together, but an emotional one.
While my wife and I love each other and have our own meaningful and loving relationship, he gives her something that was missing in our marriage. I don't know if my wife loves him, but I do know that they have a real emotional connection and I love it when I can see that her emotional and physical tanks have been filled.
Later that day we sent him a pic of both of us smiling contentedly with a caption that read, "Thank you for the amazing weekend". We both meant it sincerely, and if you ever read this "C" I am still grateful for your presence in our marriage.
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