I posted this on another forum. It was my first post ever, following my introduction into HW lovin'. I posted it in three parts, so it may be confusing when it seems I am responding to a post or something, as the entire story, it seems, will fit in one post on this forum. My apologies if you find it tooooo long. I only hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living through it!
Wow. Talk about nervous. I have this incredible secret that I am about to share with strangers on a forum. I have decided to do this as after lurking for some time there are some genuine people here and I feel they have shared so much with me that I will do some sharing in return.
Plain and simple: I get turned on hearing about my wife's sexual adventures. This is something new to me. I was the cool kid in school. Played D1 sports in college, went to a top ten professional school, and now do well enough. I met my wife 6 years ago. We got married 4 years ago. I have been with more women than I can remember, but something happened when I met her -- I told myself if THIS one falls in love with me, I will marry her.
We dated for two years. I cheated on her with a good friend she had recently made. You know the drill ... your gf stops by, you left condoms all over the floor, plus the girl brought her diary so your gf had a perspective not many get of their cheating lovers.
Long story short, I had to kiss major ass after this. It was rough and I didnt think we were going to make it. Then, she pulled out her personal diary. The past 2-3 years I was told that she had been with 4 guys in her life. Wow, did that run out to be wrong. She had been with more like 25, not including the 7 she had been with in the past 2 years we had been together. Her friend that I fucked? She fucked her brother ...
So what did I do once I found this out? Asked her to marry me. Yeah, I know. Like another poster entitled their post .. "truth is stranger than fiction". Indeed.
So, were engaged. I have to get the "list" of course. Not bad, no friends, plenty of people I have met (through her). Well, one particular diary entry was very interesting to me. It read that she went home with some guy, he was HUGE, it hurt so we couldnt finish. Umm ... I jerked off three times in the next hour re-reading this ONE sentence.
There were a dozen other references to sex, but no details. So it begins .... I started hounding my wife for stories. I was so into this I couldnt stand it. Problem was she was a party girl, alcohol was her vice. In addition, were talking several years ago for a lot of the stories, if not more.
Some of the better ones:
In high school, at 16, she was cheating on her bf with a 28 yo wm. I found out she fucked him a few months after we met. I have dubbed him the "winner" as he got to fuck this amazingly hot woman at 16 and at 26. Wow.
She fucked her sisters bf's two friends, one of whom my sister-in-law one day blurted out when his name came up (not knowing my wife had entered the open place) "ha! Ive seen his dick, it was at least 10"!". I think I came in my pants. I couldnt breath and I ended up fucking my wife silly that night.
She had a threesome with two older men (40's) when she was 20 ... I would give a testicle for a video of this, despite her descrption is probably a bit exagerated.
Ok, ok, dont want to bore you. So we get married. Things are great. We have a great sex life. I absolutely love having sex with her. Thing is, and perhaps I am lying to myself, but I think she is so hot I want to have sex with her, watch her have sex, hear about her aving sex, you name it - as long as it involves her and sex.
So she is trying to help her friend get a job. The person who interviews her friend hits on her. He kisses her in a back room, whatever. I dont think anything of it, other than she tells me and I get off on the story of her flirting.
Fast forward a year later. Turns out my wife and that guy who interviewed her friend, have been keeping in touch now and then through IM. They are friends, and have not seen each other in a year, let alone fool around.
Apparently, he starts in on the "lets hook up". My wife is very unmotivated, not that I was really steering her that way. Anyway, she starts encouraging him to go out on a date with a 22 or so latina at his work. Well, he does, and he has sex with the girl and calls my wife while the girl is in the bathroom between "sessions". I told you ... truth ... fiction .... you get it.
Well, I tell her to tell him she is doing her toes and put him on speaker. She does. I can feel myself wanting to change things, or flat out leave them out, for fear of someone recognizing this story .. crazy I know, but hey. I will do my best to stay true ...
He is telling her how he cant believe she was taking it all, that she was screaming, and hollering bloody murder. My wife asked him was it bc he is big? He responds that "she thinks its too thick, but she said the length is good". Hrmm... duh, I prompt her to get details, of course, but he has to go.
Torture for a few days until they talk again. Apparently he wears gold magnums, is 9" and thick. Yeah, right. Men are more prone to exagerating their dick size than their income. I am 7.5 and have had women tell me I am huge, others wonder where it is. Its all about perspective. And, yes, that is an exageration, I am more like 7 on a good day.
Fast forward, he wants to get a hotel. She tells him hell no, and she tells me about it. I am like hmm.
Then one night we were out with some friends she had not seen in a long time. Well, my wife's good looks, and the fact she is married to such a great guy (yes, me), these friends who are jealous and/or insecure like to insult with little jabs. Normal behavior, nothing special. However, something happened between the 5 glasses of wine and the cute angled insults from her stuck up lonely friends.
omg, I forgot - her x bf from 10 years bf was staying in our extra room that night. He was just in town and needed a place to stay.
So we are at dinner with he friends. her x bf is in our place watching tv or whatever. My wife gets all bugged out, this look in her eyes. It ws so sinister. Well, she pulls me outside her friends place and tells me she is going to a hotel to meet this guy (the interview guy).
I am like "umm .. excuse me? You are what?"
She assured me nothing would happen, they would probably just talk. Before I knew it she was rushing out to her car and I was letting her go. Yes, I had been fantasizing about her fucking him since that night he was fucking that girl (he left the phone on so she could hear).
I go home, her friend is asking where she is. I said she wanted to stay a bit, catch up, etc. he and I sit on the couch and watch tv for 1.5 hours or so and he goes to bed. Another hour later and the wife comes home. She seems exasperated, but tells me he couldnt get it up. I was SO disappointed (which is what I think she was trying to figure out). I know, I actually FELL for that shit. Amazing, when you want to believe something, you WILL believe it.
Anyways, two weeks later I go out of town for work. On my way home she text messages me: "I blew 9" on our couch last night".
Can anyone say pull over and wack off?!!? I can, and did. Once when I pulled over and two more times while driving.
She continued to torture me with text mssgs during my ride home. When I arrived we fucked like rabbits for hours. The next day, I think, we were recovering from sex, and she told me that it was a lie, she did not see him last night.
I was so happy, relieved, but at the same time I was disappointed in some strage way. I smiled and stood up and said "thank god"
She said "Well, actually ... I didnt fuck him last night. I fucked him two weeks ago in the hotel. Twice. He was huge. I am sorry I didnt tell you before."
Jaw. Drop. Heart. Stop.
So what did we do? Fucked like rabbits while I probably annoyed her with questions. I also was furious, and told her that she lied to me, kept me in the dark, and that was unfair (despite it worked out so fing well, god what a rush). I told her she had to fuck him again and videotape it.
She said "ok". (!!!!!)
Week or two later she has made arrangements to meet him at a hotel. She showers, shaves, gets dressed. My heart is pounding. I am still undecided if I am going to let her walk out or not.
She comes down. She is gorgeous. She is drunk. She tells me I have to drive her. )#&$)&$)@&$)&( ????? Remember, truth and fiction ... I drive my wife to a hotel, drop her off out front looking like a hooker, I go across the street and watch him approach, greet her, and they walk around the side to go to the room.
I was about to have a heart attack I ws so excited. I went home and sat there for 2 hours ... I COULD NOT WAIT FOR HER TO GET BACK.
Finally, car pulls up, she gets out, comes inside, stumbles down onto the couch. I ask her .. "WELL?!?!?!"
She says ... and pay attention ... "I dont know. It wasnt working for me. Here, watch it for yourself."
Like an idiot, rather than enjoying the moment and picking her brain I rush into watching the tape. While getting situated, she grabs her stomach area and moans like she is in pain. I asked her whats wrong .. she says .. "omg honey, he was so big .. too big."
I almost came in my pants and passed out all at once.
Now, my first time watching this tape was odd -- I was too excited to really enjoy the depth of it. Yes, the wife and I had sex several times that night. It ws incredible. But the tape ....
The tape ... is incredible. Yes, he was huge. Still to this day I am unsure how this little hottie is taking it like that. He fucked her for about 20 mins. She made him stop bc he was too big. They did several positions, doggy style towards the end, and she is moaning like a ghost and asks him to stop. He leans over and turns off the camera!!! (#^$)(@*
Now, she does not think anything happened after, but the truth is she was so drunk she doesnt remember much of it at all (in many ways I thankful of this .. you would be too if you saw this tape).
Following this, I became a nightmare for her... I wanted to pick at her for info ALL the time, it was embarassing. I was telling her she had to do it again bc there was no cum shot, etc. My obsession with this was hurting our relationship.
She sat me down and told me she loved me. She told me it might happen again, maybe with him, maybe not. But right now she did not want to fuck him again, never really wanted to, and she did it for me. The tape is yours. Enjoy it.
So thats what I have done. I backed off. I watch the movie when going solo and this relieves her of the burden of talking to me during sex every time. She does enjoy it, just not EVERY time. Me on the other hand, I need someone to impose restraint. It really has worked out very well.
I dont think I would say I am a cuck, but perhaps I am wrong. I like when she tells me his cock is bigger than mine, etc, but I have no desire to be humiliated any further than that, and certainly against him even knowing that I know. However, it does turn me on like nothing else ever has when she is telling me about her stories, or I m watching the tape, or she is fantasizing for me.
I love it. I love my wife. She is amazing. I am happy.
Just thought I would share my story and what role this interesting approach (cuckolding) has in my life.
ps I left out a lot of details bc I am nervous about putting them out there. Egocentric, perhaps, but I am just getting comfortable, so bear with me
To Enser and others, thank you for your support of the members of this forum. Its members like you who make it feel like a place you can come and share and read, and not feel embarassed or silly or ashamed.
Thank you.
This is quite the first post Thanks for reading.
There was something so twisted and evil about her lying about it for two weeks, then dropping it on me.
You asked for more? Here goes .. but there is a catch. I am not sure if it is true. I am certain some will throw up their arms and pronounce me an idiot for ignoring the obvious. Others will recognize my sincerity when I say my wife is twisted .. and loves me. But twisted .. twisted enough to do this ...
We are watchbing tv one night about oh ... 6 months after the night in the hotel. She is talking to me and giving me an incredible handjob (its not my nick for nothing). I start to badger her "I know youve fucked him since the video!". Now, understand, at this time I was 100% cretain that she did not fuck him since the video. However, she reads me well and improvises and expounds to meet my desire to hear details of her "bad" side.
This night it was different. VERY different. She tells me "I know youre not going to believe me, but I have fucked him since, 3 times." Yes!! She is going to work with me on this and REALLY fuck with my head!
I continue to challenge her 'no way you fucked him since the video. Liar. You dont have the guts!"
She says ....
wait for it ...
......... wait for it ....
"oh yeah, you want proof? Go check the cupboard to the right of the stove."
*gulp* umm ..ok.
I go check the cupboard below the stove. "Ok, dont see anything". "Look in the back, way back" she says.
I lean over to look in the back ... there is a pair of black pantyhose -- thigh-highs.
I stand up, hold them up, and look at her with probably the dumbest idiot face ever. She says "remember that night the office had a 'meeting' that ran late', and I came home in that dress" Didnt you think it odd I was so dressed up?"
Umm .. ok, biug deal, so what you were dressed up, that doesnt mean anything.
Big mistake ... she then says "check the pantyhose". I begin to examine the pantyhose ... about halfway up on one of them I find ..
what appears to be cum stains. ( ).
I make my way over to her. Sit down and say "what is this?" Pretending to be mad. She says "what do you think it is? he cums like peter north, it got all over me."
*passes out*
I swear I think I lost consciousness for a moment. I am speechless.
"Wtf are they doing in the cupboard?" I ask.
"I came home and when you heard the door open you called my name. I was not sure if you were going to come down. I panicked. I didnt want you to discover my cum soaked thigh highs, so I hid them in the firest place that came to mind."
*possible loss of consciousness here*
She goes on to recount all three tmies since the vid. Most shocking of all, she proceeds to remind me that EVERY time she did it she TOLD ME that SAME NIGHT. However, she treated the stories those nights like any other night (when they are made up). Now she was coming clean.
The first time she reminds me she was at a meeting at work late. Didnt get home til 11 pm or so. Came upstairs, I was distracted and not paying attention to her, and she told me "[he] just fucked me for two hours in a hotel".
Awesome, we kiss, we foreplay, she talks, we fuck, we fuck again, etc. I go to bed thikning how awesome this girl is to run with this for my benefit. Woo hoo!!
Second time, was during the day, and she says remember I left xx day and you told me my shoes were hot? Remember you called me a couple hours later? He was fucking me when you called me. And yes, do remember calling her a couple hours later and yes she told me the night it happened and we had great sex.
Third time, family member leaving town, dinner at family members home, she is two hours late, and I do recall she was acting a bit odd. And that night, at home, she told me she was late bc she was fucking xxxx in a hotel.
Great sex!!!
Fast forward few months later. I have been fucking going nuts over this thing. But I have matured. I now am patient. Controlled. I let her little comments burn my insides and make my spine tingle. I let my inagination run wild for days. I let her come to me with what she wants to say. I dont question her incesssently. Things are awesome, until one night .. at home .. she puts on a sexy outfit and begins to tell she wants to keep fucking him, "can I, please?" and so on and so on. I am like hell no!! I have my vid thats it!!"
She is taking her "role" to another level, and it begins to scare me a bit!!! I would look at her during a "session" and say "who are you!?" ... and she loved it ... I was having the most intense orgasms I have ever had in my life. Ever.
Few weeks later: she is getting a bit annoyed with my fascination and having to repeat various perspectives of those same three nights when we engage in "talk". So it slows down, she is not as into talking about it. xxxx still IMs her now and then, but she is totally uninterested. I start pushing her to finish the vid she never completed. I push. I push. She says "look, I never fucked him since the vid. I planted the panty hose there and put lotion on them to make you think it was cum". I did not fuck him three times since the vid. I have fucked him 0 times since.
I say you PINKY DOUBLE SWEAR!?!? she says yes.
But over the course of the next few months she will slip in little hints that its all true. Its fantastic. I love every minute of my LIFE!! I think about her at night, during the day, on my way home, all the time. I started wondering if this was healthy for me, when I realized, I have NEVER been more into another person (me: bored in 10 mins usually) in my life and I am excited and happy to get up and live each day.
And that is basically where we are. She drops little hints now and then to remind me that the three times stories are true. I get to watch the vid when solo. I get a good session less frequently, but when I do its fantastic - she is right, less often, more quality ... all around, and we are having a blast together when not having sex.
I am one lucky sob, and one day .. one day, she will really fuck me over and do somethign wild like walk in and say "sorry I am late. I made you this" and hand me a digital video cassette.
I guy can dream
This past fall my life changed. I know, I know, it changed after the events of the previous posts. No, my friend. My world is turned upside down, and I urge you to pay attention if you are in the early stages of this sort of relationship.
As I said things were going well. The Mrs and I had worked on a "system". Basically, this system ensures that I would not overwhelm her with requests for "story-telling".
All was going well. I re-read my previous posts and it seems as if I am almost bragging about how good things were! Truth is, they were amazing. Seriously, I was able to pull off an "event" where my wife was completely wasted, get a video of it, have the "elements" of an incredible video all present - hes good looking, well hung, etc., and the BEST PART was my wife barely remembers that night!!
Over the past year I have struggled with whether or not I want to push her to do "it" again, or with someone new, or what .. I just dont know. I dont know if I could handle another one of these videos.
By the way ... the video. Wow. I purchased some high quality headphones, downloaded a nice video player, and my lord, the THINGS you can hear, the THINGS you can see when you fiddle with the color/bright/tint settings. I have explored/examined this video with more seriousness than the CIA reviews tapes from Bin Laden. I was doing some reading on some other cuck sites and came across a guys post who said he has a tape he got in a situation like mine - ie it doenst happen a lot, this was a lucky thing that popped in his lap. I must admit, nit is rare a day goes by that I dont jerk off to that video. He also said something I can relate to: "I am not a cuck, I just want a hotwife". That's me, pretty much.
Or is it? What is a "cuck"? How does one properly define the myriad of grey areas surrounding the label of "cuckold"?
Bah, screw it ... so, last year around November 2006, I was happy, work is good, wife is good, friends are good, plus, I am about to go out of town for a fun weekend with two mates.
I head out of town and have a blast. I am only out of town for three days - Thur to Sun.
Problem #1 --> I am unable to call my wife all weekend bc my idiot friend who bragged about his "satellite phone" was full of it, it did not work for crap. What this meant was the promises I made to call her when we got there, when we got in the hotel, to let her know what time we got in, etc, were all broken.
Problem #2 is .... more significant. I ragged on her a bit before I left town about our place starting to get cluttered, dusty, etc. She, in her loving way, was going to clean house while I was gone. Awesome!!
Umm .. bad idea. I have this box that I keep all memorabilia in. You know, drawings as a kid, letters from my parents at university, love letters from girls over the years. It turns out that my wife found a videotape in a box. I had completly forgotten about htis tape and had not even thought of it for .. must have been 10 years. That was a mistake.
The video is of me 10+ years ago with a cute little petite latina girl I was fucking back then. No relationship, but we would get together to fuck, or I would make a booty call after the bars to stop by her place, etc.
If you recall from my first post, this cuck/humiliation thing is new to me. Its fascinating that I have done basically a 180. I used to be all about the ladies - as many as I could I loved them all. Well in this video I am working this girl out -- legs up, doggy, her on top on her feeet (referred to by my clan as "frogger"), her on her stomach w/ legs together .. you name it I did it to this girl, INCLUDING gave her a facial she will not soon forget.
Well, gentlemen (and ladies?), every thing, every action, reaction, position, or thing that my wife knows I think is kinky, has come back to bite me in the A S S
As our plane lands I turn on my cell phone. I know my wife is going to be upset I didnt call at all. I receive a text message, it reads as follows:
"call me when you land"
Ok, she doesnt seem too upset.
I call her.
No answer. wtf.
I call again, no answer. As I am hanging up I receive a text mssg "When you get home you can tell me all about **** (girl in the vid) and I will tell you all about what I did this weekend".
I text back "um .. who in the heck is **** and what do you mean you did this weekend?"
She text mssgs me back "I found your vid with ***, it was awesome, I think .. not sure, I "think" I out did it last night. I have to go out, come home, I will be home in a few hours, have to go to my parents. TTYL"
I am sweating. My breathing is heavy and I have to take deep breaths. I was STILL ON THE PLANE, crowded as all hell with two mates with me. Both of them were like "whats wrong?" I came up with some horseshit to get tehm of fmy back, something that would excuse my somber attitude from this point on .. towards them!!! I was SO EXCITED and I couldnt wait to get away from these two clowns so I could just sit and get my self fuming over the thought that she fucked osmeone over the weekend!
So I drop those two off, FINALLY I am pulling into the driveway. I RUN inside, and notice she is gone as she said. I walk around, look for clues on the desk, computer, in the bedroom .. nothing.
I sit for an hour, and I am beginning to think I need to be less inquisitive if I want my wife to be able to pull off these "faux" moments well, and begin to merely relax watching the tv.
My wife calls me and apparently i had drifted off - long flight, time change, etc - she asks how am I doing? I say fine, whats up, when are you coming home?
She says soon, and hangs up. Now, call me crazy, but there was something funny in her voice. I couldnt put my finger on it, despite I KNEW something was up. But what!? How is she being so cool if in fact something DID happen?
I soon found my answer .....
After speaking to the wife I was awake from my nap. I decided to put a DVD in. I selected a movie, walked over to the entertainment center, and got down on my hands and kneeds to be able to read/push buttons, etc. As I am getting comfortable on the floor I have to move a pillow lying there (which is strange in and of itself, now that I think about it). I move the pillow and get in a comfortable indain style position to get the DVD going.
I am waiting for the dvd door to open. The room is quiet .. eerily so, given the tv is making no noise as it is waiting on the dvd. I hear a rustle beneath me ... I move a bit and it happens again -- I reach under my own ass and pull out what appears to be a corner of a "gold" condom package. Yes, I said gold. I know what it is immediately. My heart sinks. I get a raging hard-on. I sit there and stare at it for what was probably 10 minutes, at least.
i sit on the couch and begin to think it through ... I am afraid its true, and her bf (from the prev posts) has now provided his services to my wife once again.
PANIC sets in. I am sweating, and I am extremely excited. However, after an hour or so, I began to cool down. I KNOW she doesnt have the balls to do this, to bring him HERE, to our HOUSE. No way. She is setting me up, doing this for my benefit. But she saw the video of ****. I began to realize it is quite possible that she was able to overcome her issues and lash out to hurt me bc the video of **** hurt her.
Truth is, I dont know what to think and realize that until she gets home enjoy it all you can -- more than likely, as is customary, once we get through the story, I get begin with the questions and she ends up revealing that she made it up.
This time ..... was different.
She got home and walked in casually. She got herself a drink and sat down on the couch with me. She pulled out a video and handed it to me.
%)*@(&$)@&$)@*)*^$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was completely frozen - was this the vid she found or a NEW ONE for me!?!? It took what seemed like 2 minutes for the next word to be spoken as i sat there stupified.
"You and your girlfriend are on this tape, its not bad"
She hands it to me. I look at it, ask all the normal dumb questions and give all the normal dumb responses: "whered you find this, I had no idea, wow, I had forgotten about her", etc.
Oh, BTW!! I put the little top corner piece of the condom wrapper back on the floor, to see her reaction if she saw it and thought I didnt see it yet. Well, she saw it (I saw her see it) and went upstairs without saying anything.
Hrm .. where is she going with this?
I wait, patiently. She comes down in an outfit I find sexy - cotton tee and panties. She walks over to the dvd player area, picks up the condom wrapper piece, and hands it to me "you didnt notice this on the floor?"
Umm .. no (trying to look surprised, but also with that "yes, you are awesome for making this shit up for me to get off!!"). She comes to sit down on the couch and says "you didnt notice the measuring tape on the coffee table?"
Umm .. ok, wtf is that, I dint see any..... *gulp* She reaches out and grabs the seamstress style measuring tape and holds it out like its a dead snake for me to admire.
I laughed, HAHAHAH!! "Damn, you are GOOD!" I am SO sure you brough thim here and measured him, LOL"
.... she has not taken her eyes off me, has not blinked, and has not moved the measuring tape an inch.
I begin to feel claustraphobic, very hot, yet I am cold.
"What about the pillow on the floor, no questions? Arent you the guy with all the questions, Mr. Question man?" She asks.
I am shivering, literally, at this point. Shivering so much I am shaking. She knows this is normal if she REALLY makes my spine tingle. She stands up ... holds out the condom in one hand, the measuring tape in the other, and says "I found the video Friday night, and couldnt sleep at all. You didnt call me at all, and work sucked. 'he' called randomly and asked what I was doing. I said I was pissed at my husband. He asked if she wanted help getting back at him. She said "yes".
Sorry to get off track here, but just to show how you can dig your own grave, I was, as usual, tossing it out there now and then about her making another vid. It just HAPPENS she IM'd him a week or so bf my trip. He was just returing her IM when he called randomly that Saturday, and she happened to be in an odd place given she had just watched a vid of me fucking this little 20 year old girls brains out.
So she invites him over, as soon as they get the door closed theyre tearing each ohters clothes off -- etc etc etc.
Ok, will get back to that, sorry. The thing is at this point I am STILL thinking that my wife is amazing, she is willing to go through all this trouble to create scenarios, WITH props, to PLEASE ME!!! HA!! I begin with the "logical", or shall I say "illogical" questions. I tease her that she bought the condoms and was setting me up.
She grabs me by the face, and looks in my eyes and her mouth opens and it seems like slow motion to me ... "confirmed 9.5 inches" and she does it with the best f-ing poker face on that you will EVER see.
"sure it is ... where is the condom if its true? why only this corner piece?"
She had it planned .... she knew EVERY stupid thing I would ask, do, try, etc. She directed me to the trash can. I head over and dig through the trash for 3 seconds before i see .... them. 3 gold condom wrappers clearly marked "TROJAN MAGNUM". The condom is shoved back inside of the one I pull out .. and it is used.
I fall to my knees to the floor, holding the condom. She comes over to me, and pulls the used condom out of the wrapper, blows in it to get it to fill up to "actual size" and says "can you believe how big these are? Guess what?" She whsipers in my ear .. "Theyre too tight for him".
I fell on my chest and laid down face first, eyes wide open, trying to make my mind figure this out ASAP before I had a heart attack.
I decide to hold it together, continue to call her bluff, she will slip up and tell me its made up soon. "No way you brought him here" I say. Plus, we were very clear, anything you do you MUST run it by me first, we MUST both be on board!"
She responds ,"That was before I saw the video of you with **** "
And like a magician who has created the perfect illusion that she will reveal step by step, she goes over to the kitchen, some compartment, and pulls out .... a small digital video tape.
She says "I know I owe you a cum-shot, plus the light is better in this one." She puts it on the floor by me, and begins to walk upstairs.
"You have two hours, then I will answer your questions", in a sexy voice on her way up.
I spend every minute of my two hours engrossed in watching this mind-blowing video. Its incredible, as this woman, who knows EVERYTHING that gets to me -- and she is doing EVERY one of them. #%)**+*@# If only you could type in a manner that would illustrate for you all that I was SCREAMING inside my head.
I am broken .. at least I feel broken. The deceit. The sneaking around. The lies --- then throwing it in my face, WANTING me to see what she did, KNOWING that in the video, she says and does things that she KNOWS are going to make me crazy.
I go upstairs. I look broken. I am holding the tape. I try to ask a question ... she puts her finger to my lips, and says ...
"yes, I did fuck him those four times after the first vid. I also blew him in his car twice. And yes, he fucked the shit out of me last night, in YOUR house, ALL OVER your house. Sorry only the first time is on tape."
I am blubbering at this point, cant speak, jow open.
She continues as if my "state of mind" is of no concern ... "Did you like it? Was it sufficient? Was the lighting ok (in a sarcasitc voice, given my prev compaints about he first vid)? Did I 'give it up' like you like? Were you impressed by how much he came? You're a shooter when you cum .. but he .. he is a fire hose ... did you see that??!" .... with that tone of amazement that crushed my heart (and I loved it!!!!).
And it was true ... when he pulled out he was fucking her in missionary at the foot of the bed. He pulled out, stood there at the foot of the bed, and sprayed her face and body down with a surplus of cum that would rival Peter North.
At this point, I am a complete zombie -- I have no idea how many times I came that night. I can't recall how much I have come since that night -- usually 3-4 times a day. I cant stand it. I swear, if I could prodcuce my OWN video, this second video would be BETTER.
I am not sure where to go from here. She, once again, says she is not going to keep fucking him, she did it bc she found the video.
I have so much in my head, so much I want to share. The roller coaster of emotions is amazing, truly amazing. However, I am still zoned out a bit .. after two months ... the video blows my mind. I havent even BEGUN to delve into the four instances after the first vid and two instances of oral in his car.
For those teetering on the edge of having a hotwife, or being a cuck, be honest with yourself, what you want, desire, what you are comfortable with, and if you are with someone you trust you can reach heights of pleasure that before you did not know existed.
