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My Pink Tights ...

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(Note: Only the best parts of this story are 100% true. The rest only 85% true. LOL) In the early days of becomi ng a cuckold, my wife would frequently warn me that she would become extremely jealous if I became sexually or romantically involved with any other women. I was allowed to have a female confidant or coffee pal, but nothing sexual or romantic. This, despite the obvious fact that my wife had a boyfriend and frequently bragged to me about his cock and their sex. She was quickly learning to enjoy taunting me with details about their sex and teasing me with constraints on MY sex life. (I was only allowed to have one turn fucking her for every 3 sex dates her Bull had with her. This forced me to root for her Bull to fuck her on every one of their dates.) Nevertheless, she trusted me to be away from home solo on multi-day fishing trips to the Texas coast. She only imposed one safety rule for me on these trips: I was to wear pink women's tights under my clothing at all times. Th...

Tribute: In Honor of Wifey's Bull

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Two thousand years ago, Romans commonly sacrificed a bull to purify an individual or to bless fertile land. Sometimes this was done in tribute to the god, Mars. Ironically, today, Wifey demanded a sacrifice of my seed in tribute to her Bull, who will soon arrive to visit our new location (and, of course, enjoy the soft, warm services of my sultry wife).  At her direction, the sacrificial tribute was done on her favorite black panties that I expect she will wear on the big day in early December when she gives herself to her Bull in his hotel room. (She also conceded to my earlier suggestion that perhaps I should also sacrifice my essence on the stockings she will wear to my corporate Holiday Party.) I suspect my lovely bride is hoping that my sacrifice will be pleasing to Eros and that the deity of erotic love will guide her Bull to deposit his baby batter in the same general location -- the crotch of her black panties. And the stockings will remind me, at my Holiday Party, in front...

Lost Tribute: Wifey's Black Tights

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(This tribute was done last year, but the video was somehow lost when I switched to a new laptop.) My wife left these tights of hers on the bed when she had a sex date with her boyfriend. She left them with instructions for me to play with them and rub my penis and edge myself while thinking about her boyfriend satisfying her over and over, including possibly anally. The instructions clearly stated that I was NOT to squirt until I received permission from her via txt message. When the message finally came, it was very easy to squirt. The message text was this:  "You can squirt on my tights now. T just shot is load up into my pussy." Here's the result.

My Fishing Buddy (Table of Contents)

  My Fishing Buddy (A Fantasy) Chapt. 1: Fishing & Guy Talk Chapt. 2: The Talk   Chapt. 3: Don't Worry Chapt. 4: A Funny Thing Happened in the Dressing Room Chapt. 5: <in progress*> Let me know in comments if you really want more chapters.

At the Doctor's Office (non-fiction)

My wife had just started seeing her boyfriend and they had sex once. She had told me that his cock was about the same size as my penis, but she wasn’t quite sure because he was not 100% on his game. We were in her gynecologists' office for several issues, one of which was to have an IUD implanted in my wife’s uterus. I had mentioned that in the past, the stiff pull threads of an IUD had been problematic for me and hurt during sex (poking the tip of my penis). The doctor promised to cut them short … it would be quite impossible that they might come in contact with my glans, she promised. Great. Later that week we tried having sex and it was all good as the doctor had promised. I couldn't feel any wires poking my penis, despite my best efforts. Then my wife had another sex date with her boyfriend, and he had fucked her royally. I was still struggling with the jealousy (it wasn’t completely my idea). I still harbored a competitive urge to please my wife more than her boyfriend. A...

Curiosity Killed the Cat ... Again

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Well, I went and did it again. I got curious and asked questions I shouldn't have asked. No use explaining, it's all there in print. My wife's boyfriend has some magic powers that I can't compete with.  

Wifey's Response to My Story...

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  After reading my post of Dec 1 (" Things to Come (Again) ", my wife sent me these text messages: