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...