Bumping Into Demetrius
Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 5:47 am
After a flurry of fucking quite a few other men, my wife seems to have settled into a less frequent, but no less exciting, set of experiences with just one special guy. Demetrius.
Though now it's only about (on average) once a month, and sometimes less, those times when he does come over are perhaps even more intense than ever before! ("Absence", the say, "makes the heart grow fonder", right?)
The other day, I had gone to buy some socks (I hate going shopping!), but it was good that I did, because as I was reading package labels, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, there!"
Looking up, I saw it was Demetrius!
"Hey, there!" I replied. "What's up?"
"Same as you, it seems--buying some clothes."
Now, let me put this otherwise boring and mundane setting into context---This was the guy who was currently fucking my wife. So, it wasn't some sort of ordinary situation between two guys.
I like this younger guy. The fact that my wife is crazy about fucking him (instead of me), isn't a problem for me. The rest of the conversation between Demetrius and I wasn't about he and my wife fucking. It was just a chat. Just banter about whatever! But that, you see, was precisely WHY it left me feeling so strangely---well, exhilarated. Yes. Exhilarated is exactly how I left feeling!
Demetrius is one very good looking young black guy. It's no wonder my wife is nuts about him. I would be too! It isn't that they are "in love" with each other. They aren't. What they do is exclusively about FUCKING, and that's it. He's got a HUGE dick. He knows how to really utilize it! And THAT'S the basis of their on-going, so-called, "relationship." Fucking, fucking, and more fucking. Period. My wife was previously such a conservative sort of woman, and to have become a cuckoldress was way outside her scope--or, so it once was!
Anyway---I got what I'd gone to the store for, and then after getting back home, I just had to jerk-off! I had told myself that I should refrain from doing so (I'd been deliberately not jacking-off---to an orgasm, that is---for about two weeks, and I had planned on trying to see if I could go even further), but seeing Demetrius at the store, and talking to him, had brought up so much sexual energy, that I gave up the struggle, and ended up blowing a massive load! To be honest, I felt better after doing so. Remaining "on hold" for long spans of time can be a lot of fun, but---that day I just couldn't do it any longer! My wife didn't care if I jacked-off. She just assumed I always was! But she had said once that she was "touched" by my proffered chastity! So that had inspired me to push it further and further.
When I saw my wife later that evening, I told her I'd bumped into Demetrius. She said he'd called her! Hmmm? He had called her, huh? Well, that wasn't so surprising. They probably talk frequently anyway. She has the freedom to do that at anytime she wants. I've even wondered if they might even fuck without really telling me! It's a possibility. Well, that's my life as a cuckold, though. When you give your wife the freedom to fuck other men, you have to expect her to really do so!!!
So my advise is: don't ask your wife to be a cuckoldress UNLESS YOU REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want her to! Because once a woman does get a taste of that sort of freedom, the likelihood of her just doing it once is pretty slim! She's going to want to taste it again, and again! Then it's your turn, as a cuckold, to adapt and adjust!!
Though now it's only about (on average) once a month, and sometimes less, those times when he does come over are perhaps even more intense than ever before! ("Absence", the say, "makes the heart grow fonder", right?)
The other day, I had gone to buy some socks (I hate going shopping!), but it was good that I did, because as I was reading package labels, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, there!"
Looking up, I saw it was Demetrius!
"Hey, there!" I replied. "What's up?"
"Same as you, it seems--buying some clothes."
Now, let me put this otherwise boring and mundane setting into context---This was the guy who was currently fucking my wife. So, it wasn't some sort of ordinary situation between two guys.
I like this younger guy. The fact that my wife is crazy about fucking him (instead of me), isn't a problem for me. The rest of the conversation between Demetrius and I wasn't about he and my wife fucking. It was just a chat. Just banter about whatever! But that, you see, was precisely WHY it left me feeling so strangely---well, exhilarated. Yes. Exhilarated is exactly how I left feeling!
Demetrius is one very good looking young black guy. It's no wonder my wife is nuts about him. I would be too! It isn't that they are "in love" with each other. They aren't. What they do is exclusively about FUCKING, and that's it. He's got a HUGE dick. He knows how to really utilize it! And THAT'S the basis of their on-going, so-called, "relationship." Fucking, fucking, and more fucking. Period. My wife was previously such a conservative sort of woman, and to have become a cuckoldress was way outside her scope--or, so it once was!
Anyway---I got what I'd gone to the store for, and then after getting back home, I just had to jerk-off! I had told myself that I should refrain from doing so (I'd been deliberately not jacking-off---to an orgasm, that is---for about two weeks, and I had planned on trying to see if I could go even further), but seeing Demetrius at the store, and talking to him, had brought up so much sexual energy, that I gave up the struggle, and ended up blowing a massive load! To be honest, I felt better after doing so. Remaining "on hold" for long spans of time can be a lot of fun, but---that day I just couldn't do it any longer! My wife didn't care if I jacked-off. She just assumed I always was! But she had said once that she was "touched" by my proffered chastity! So that had inspired me to push it further and further.
When I saw my wife later that evening, I told her I'd bumped into Demetrius. She said he'd called her! Hmmm? He had called her, huh? Well, that wasn't so surprising. They probably talk frequently anyway. She has the freedom to do that at anytime she wants. I've even wondered if they might even fuck without really telling me! It's a possibility. Well, that's my life as a cuckold, though. When you give your wife the freedom to fuck other men, you have to expect her to really do so!!!
So my advise is: don't ask your wife to be a cuckoldress UNLESS YOU REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want her to! Because once a woman does get a taste of that sort of freedom, the likelihood of her just doing it once is pretty slim! She's going to want to taste it again, and again! Then it's your turn, as a cuckold, to adapt and adjust!!