A Cuckold's Diary 44 - "Thank You Both"

[Paul_Pines]

A Cuckold's Diary
Chapter 44 - "Thank You Both"
May 2015

NOTES:

To my OHW friends: I know it's been a long time since I last wrote a chapter in my Diary. We have all (the three of us) been having a GREAT time, but while it's exciting as hell for us, I don't feel there's a reason to write about the same thing over and over again. Their last date brought something new to the equation, and so I felt it was worth sharing.

Thank you for your interest, your comments, and your company on this long, strange trip!

Sincerely,
Cuckold Paul
newatthis22a@yahoo.com
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Dear Ted and Sally,

Thursday was an amazing day, wasn't it? As I told Sally last night, it was simply perfect, at least for me. She said she loved it, too... and wants more.

Ted, When I asked you to give me notice of your arrival so I could pull my pants up, I wasn't fishing for permission to be undressed when you arrived. In fact, when you texted back saying, "I don’t think you should. It is a cuckold’s lot in life to be humiliated and to forever have their dick in their hands, not in their wife," it took me about 5 minutes before I could build up the courage to show your text to Sally. She was getting ready, so she told me to read it to her... so yeah, I actually read it to her.

When she heard what you said, she said it was fine with her. So I pulled down my pants, sat in the chair facing the couch, applied the Vaseline, and jerked off while we waited for you. When she was all ready for you she sat on the couch, reading, and every so often she looked over at me. She didn't exactly laugh, but she sort of smirked. I was really embarrassed, but looking at her in that negligee, thinking about what we were doing there and what she was going to do with you, I just couldn't stop.

Then out of nowhere she said, "You know, I don't have to work at loving you. I just love you."

Sally, I can't begin to describe how good that made me feel. I realized that even after all these years I never articulated my nagging suspicion that you resented me for being this way, and having you say you loved me while I sat and masturbated in front of you while you waited for Ted was... amazing. I felt loved and accepted, and at that moment I stopped worrying about what I would see, or what you would share with me during your date. I felt I could just BE a cuckold. Throughout the day I didn't care that you - both of you - saw me hard and playing with myself while you had your date, and I didn't care when you locked me out of the room. Actually, I DID care... and it felt right. I didn't know what you would choose to show me, and I didn't worry about it, either. Oh, I don't think I would have been happy if you excluded me completely, but that wasn't even my thought. I knew that you love me and would show me how much you love sex with a real man, and I knew that you, Ted, would not object. So I was good.

Things got insane from work the minute we left the hotel after your date, and on Thursday night Sally said she was, literally, "fucked out." Having been close by when it happened, I could hardly disagree. So when I got home Friday night I asked if we could talk, and she said yes. I asked if she wanted to play, or just to talk while I jerked off. She came downstairs in her Victoria's Grandmother night shirt, which answered my question.

I sat on the floor facing her and started to jerk off. I told her how much her words meant to me, and how they made me feel. Then I said I needed to know one thing from her, and I wanted her to answer honestly because it's a missing piece for me. I asked her to picture the scene when we were waiting for you - when she said she loved me. She took a minute, then nodded that she was picturing it.

I asked her what she saw when she looked at me then. Of course, she was also looking at me at that moment, sitting naked on the floor and jerking off, which is the only sex I get.

She said, "You're pathetic. You should be ashamed of yourself, but you're not. At least, you're not ashamed enough to stop."

"But you love me, and it's not work?"

"Yes, I love you. And no, it's not work. I just love you."

"So how do you love me if you think I'm pathetic when it comes to sex?"

It took a while for this answer...

"I compartmentalize well."

I sat there on the floor, completely naked, and masturbated while my wife watched me and smiled at me. I told her about all the things that excited me while she was with you, and finally I came while she looked at me. Once again she didn't exactly laugh, but she made sure I understood that she loved me... and thought I was pathetic.

Sally, you know that I don't compartmentalize AT ALL. So here is what I have been thinking about ever since that experience. It's what I think about when I'm working, when I'm resting, when I'm eating, when I'm playing with myself, when I'm sleeping... yes, I've woken up most every night, or at least every morning, picturing some part of what I'm about to say.

Sally and Ted, I want to thank you - both of you. I'm not going to pull any punches here because you both know who and what I am, and how much it turns me on to be cuckolded by the two of you. I hope you find this interesting, or at least amusing. For me it's cathartic to write it; maybe this way I can stop holding every single event in my mind at the same time, since I know it's written down and preserved. Sally, I hope you'll read it when you want to open that compartment for a little fun. Ted, being a guy, I hope you'll read it often when you want to get off remembering sex with your girlfriend.

Here we go. And THANK YOU BOTH.

Ted, thank you for telling me to go get you coffee when you arrived. I know I texted asking you to grab a cup on your way to the room since I was naked and jerking off as you instructed, but it really excited me to be told to do that for you. I like that you feel you can tell me to run errands for you while you make out with my wife, and I am so excited that Sally sees you order me around... and sees me obey. Whether it is having to put my pants on to go get you coffee, or being sent out to get lunch for the two of you while you lie naked in bed together, it makes me feel good to have you tell me what to do.

When I went for your coffee I wasn't gone long, but when I opened the door to our suite I saw you sitting on the couch with your pants around your knees and my wife sucking your cock. I don't know if you heard me say "ouch," but I actually spilled the hot coffee all over my hand as I tried to come in, close the door and not lose it completely at the sight in front of me.

When I put down your coffee and pulled down my pants again, you started to tell me how good Sally was making you feel. You told me I would never know how good it felt, and of course you are right: I never responded well to having my cock sucked because I never thought I deserved it. And we both know that Sally LOVES to suck your cock, because you DO respond to everything she does.

Thank you for telling me to come close, to see what my wife was doing to you. I didn't want to get in the way, but I got on my knees and was about two feet away from you, where I had a very clear view of what my wife was doing. I really appreciate your telling me to get so close so I could see everything.

Thank you, Sally, for not missing a beat when I came back to the room and got close. I saw you sucking his cock, running your fingers along it and gently caressing his balls. I know you were showing me how you turn your lover on... you made sure I saw every stroke, every touch, every kiss you gave his cock as he moaned and shuddered at your touch. I saw you take your mouth off his cock and without even a glance at me you said, "I want THIS" before opening your mouth wide and swallowing him. It was SO exciting to hear you tell me - tell both of us - that you want his cock, especially since we all know that you don't want mine.

Ted, thank you for pulling Sally's negligee off her shoulders, exposing her tits for you (and me) to see. I know you've done it for years, but seeing you looking at my wife's naked breasts is one of the most humiliating things that has ever happened to me. I know I should stop you, but we all know I'm not going to do that. Just the thought that YOU are showing ME my wife's tits drives me wild, as I know that seeing them drives you wild, too. Of course, you get to do much more than just see them...

Sally, thank you for guiding Ted's cock between your breasts and titty-fucking him. And thank you, THANK YOU, for turning to me and saying, "I don't think I need lunch today; I've got a sandwich right here" as I watched Ted slide his cock back and forth between your naked tits. I've never seen you do that before, and I loved it! (Ted seemed to be pretty happy with it, too.)

And Sally, my dear, beloved, loving wife, thank you for the kiss you gave me as you got up to go to bed with your lover. I always love kissing you, but we both know that the kiss you give me when you're on your way to bed with Ted is different. That one time you let me feel how it feels when you kiss a MAN, communicating that you want him to fuck you. We both know that the kiss doesn't mean you want ME to do that, but it's something special you give me once each date, as a reward for watching you kiss him that way... again and again. That kiss is sexual, aggressive and uninhibited, and it takes my breath away every time because you show me how you would kiss me if I were a real man. So thank you for giving me a taste - literally - of what you give him.

You went into the bedroom together, but I didn't hear the door close. As fast as I could, I dragged a chair from the table to the hallway outside your bedroom. The door was nearly closed, but it was open enough for me to hear the sounds of Ted undressing... or was it Sally undressing Ted? Whichever it was, I rubbed my little penis as I listened to the two of you getting naked.

Then, Ted, you appeared at the door. You were completely naked, and as always I had that momentary jolt as I thought how inappropriately you were dressed to be in a room with my wife. Of course, I immediately realized that you were dressed just the way Sally wants you, and as that thought sank in you said, "I'm gonna take care of your wife, and your wife is gonna take care of me, and we're going to feel VERY good."

You didn't need to say that, Ted, and I am very grateful that you did. You made me acknowledge to you, and to myself, that I was going to sit there and jerk off while you had sex with my wife. Just on the outside chance that I might think you were only going to talk, you stood there with your hard cock pointing at me and TOLD me that you were going to fuck my wife... and that it was going to feel really, really good to both of you. Then you closed the door in my face, and you fucked my wife.

I thank you for that because it helped me understand why I sat outside the closed bedroom door for so long that morning. You made clear what was going to happen, and then I sat there and played with myself while it did. I heard you fuck my wife - long before you groaned, I heard her make the sounds she only makes when she is being fucked - when YOU are fucking her. I heard my wife feel VERY good as you slid your cock in and out of her; I didn't see any of it, but I knew it was happening. I also knew you didn't cum, because the noises stopped and then I heard the sound of her Pocket Rocket starting up.

I need to thank both of you for what happened next. Ted, thank you for giving my wife what I never could, and making her feel like the woman she really is. Thank you for knowing how to make love to her, and for knowing how to touch, caress and hold her to turn her on. Bottom line, thank you for making my wife feel so good that she let go and came in your arms... for the first time that day. I sat outside the door and heard it - I heard you encouraging her, I heard you getting excited as she got excited, and I heard you thank her as she came. We are so fortunate to have found a man who can do all this for my wife!

Sally, I need to thank you, too. Thank you for letting go - not just letting go and cumming, but for letting go of all the inhibitions and conditioning which made it so hard for you for so long. Thank you for letting me be nearby when you go to bed with your boyfriend, for knowing and accepting me to the point where you can fuck another man, and for knowing how much it will turn me on to hear you cum in his arms. You will never know how it feels to sit outside your closed bedroom door and hear you orgasm with HIM, but you do know that I feel your love even then. In fact, when you came I could hear your words: "You know, I don't have to work at loving you. I just love you."

So thank you both for making me nearly cum and nearly cry at the same time.

It was well over a half an hour from Ted's last taunt until he spoke to me again. "Paul, come in here," he said, so I got up and opened the door. What I saw was you, Sally, lying naked on your back with your legs spread wide, and Ted between your legs... fucking you. As I came into the room and tried to take in the scene in front of me, Ted said, "She wanted you to see this."

That was the first time that day that I thanked both of you... for inviting me in to see you fuck. And how could I NOT thank you? You let me see SEX - really, really GOOD sex - since I've never known how to do that myself. Sally, I saw you completely naked: your breasts exposed, your very hard nipples pointing up at Ted, your legs spread wide so he could be deep inside your body. As I stared at you, Ted actually said what I was thinking: "Doesn't she look beautiful like this?"

I said yes, you looked beautiful like this. And about halfway through that short sentence I realized that Ted was asking me if I thought his girlfriend looked beautiful while she was fucking him. *I* was the outsider at the moment. *I* was the one being called in for a "second opinion" on how beautiful you looked, because at that moment the couple was Sally and Ted, not Sally and Paul. But, Sally, you really DID look beautiful... as you always do, but different. I always love seeing you naked, but you weren't JUST naked: you were naked, and excited, and sexy, and feeling good, and feeling like a woman. And I don't get to see you like that very often because I don't make you feel like that. You looked fulfilled, in the real sense of the word: full, and filled, with a man.

When you told me to leave, I couldn't argue. I was so excited that you let me see you like that, that all I could do was start toward the door. But Ted wasn't done humiliating me yet, so as I started to retreat he looked at me (for the first time, because even when he spoke to me earlier he didn't take his eyes off you) and said, "Paul, would you like a close-up look before you go?"

WTF? Was he really asking me if I wanted to see, close-up, how his cock was going in and out of my wife? Did he really think I would stoop so low as to admit that my little penis would get even harder if I saw him fucking my wife?

"Yes, please," was all I could muster as a response.

Without missing a beat - or a stroke - he leaned back so I could look. Yes, he really did give me the chance to see him fucking you, and yes, I really did look. I stood there without a speck of dignity and played with myself as I watched his cock sliding in and out, in and out of my wife's pussy. Sally, I heard you moan with pleasure, I heard Ted groan as his cock was caressed by your insides, and I shuddered as I stood there and... looked.

"NOW it's time for you to leave. I WANT you to leave us alone," you said. I think I said "thank you" about half a dozen times as I backed up toward the door, unable to take my eyes off my own cuckolding. I closed the door, sat in my chair and as I tried to assimilate what had just happened, I heard you, Ted, cum in my wife. I didn't see it. I didn't need to see it. You had showed me how you fuck, you had invited me to get a close-up look at fucking, and then, after telling me to leave, Sally made you cum. In her.

I remembered what you said: "We're going to feel VERY good." As I listened to you orgasm in my wife's pussy, it was clear that she was, indeed, taking care of you. Just as you were taking care of her. And I was sitting outside and playing with myself, since I can't take care of her like that.

Just a few seconds after you finished making orgasm-sounds, I heard the Pocket Rocket start up again. We all know that Sally never came more than once in a day with me, and here you were offering her the chance for a second orgasm in an hour. I knew better than to think it was impossible because it was only impossible with me; sure enough, in just a little while she came again. I sat as quietly as I could, given how close I was to cumming from the incredible sounds of her pleasure, and as I listened I couldn't help thinking that this was just about perfect: the two of you having really good, really fulfilling sex together, and me sitting outside, listening and masturbating.

Not long after you finished that second round of sex, Sally came out to use the bathroom. My love, no matter what has gone on before that, when you come out and see me sitting "with my dick in my hand" I'm always ashamed. I assume that's one of the moments you have to compartmentalize, because you're not in the middle of sex with Ted; you're walking by me, completely naked, and I am sitting there with an erection from listening to you fuck him. You smile at me in a way that conveys both love and pity, and leave me sitting there as you close the bathroom door. I know what I look like to you then, and I am so, SO grateful that you love me - that you CAN love me - when you see me like that.

Ted, in the caricature of cuckolding which calls itself commercial porn, the "bull" (I hate that word!) abuses the cuckold verbally or physically, or both. You, however, are a gentleman, even when you call me in to tell me how wonderful it is to fuck my wife and how good you make each other feel. You stroke your cock, which never seems to get completely soft when you're with her, even after you cum, and you tell me what I'm missing, what I've lost, and what I never had. This time you talked about how good my wife's pussy tastes, and you asked if I know that taste. I had to admit that I really don't because a) she never wanted me to go down on her, and b) the few times I did, she was never wet - since she only gets wet for you. So you told me how sweet she tastes, and how hard you get when you lick her. Then you described how she felt each time (!) she came in your arms, and when you looked for agreement on how exciting she is when she lets go I had to remind you that she doesn't allow me to lie with her, or even watch her, when she cums at home. "Oh, that's right," you said as your cock got harder and you suppressed a laugh.

Sally, that was when you came back to bed. To HIS bed. You walked right by me, and on all fours you crawled across the bed and kissed Ted. As you kissed him you settled into the bed like a cat settling in for the night, and you gave me the privilege of seeing you completely naked, from head to toe: hair, back, ass, legs and feet, as you continued to kiss you lover. Of course, your hand reached for his cock and took over stroking it as if I wasn't there... or, more accurately I guess, because I WAS there and you wanted me to see how much it didn't matter to you. You only stopped when Ted said, "I think it's time for Paul to get us lunch, don't you?"

With that you flipped onto your back, lying naked with your lover and exposed in front of your husband - your cuckold husband. You both discussed what you wanted to eat as casually as you would in front of a waiter in a restaurant, as if it was completely natural to send your husband to get lunch so you could spend every minute together in bed. Come to think of it, it WAS natural; while I used to worry about missing something, this time I felt good about being able to do something nice for the two of you. And yes, as I said earlier, I was excited that Ted would give me orders and that you would see me obey without complaint. You know I'm not one to take orders from almost anyone, so I assume that this was just one more illustration of how I feel about myself when you are with him.

Walking into the SaladWorks, trying my best to get your orders right (I wasn't going to stop masturbating to write them down, so I HAD to remember), I felt like everyone knew. When I ordered two salads, each to your specifications, I wondered how the people around me could possibly not see that they were not for me and you, or for me and a co-worker; it seemed to obvious that they were for my wife and her lover. Stupid, I know, but the experience of actually being cuckolded is so overwhelming that it felt like I had a Scarlet C painted on my back... and front.

I didn't race. Honest, I actually felt comfortable doing this errand, and knowing that the two of you were in bed together while I was out. Were you kissing, or touching each other's body, or fucking? I didn't know, but instead of feeling like I was missing something I just felt like doing this for you was part of being a cuckold and part of being cuckolded. I know so many cuckolds who are never allowed to watch, or even to be in the same place when their wife is on a date, that I felt wonderful about how much you share with me. The least I could do is get you lunch and give you time to be alone together.

When I returned to our suite at the hotel I laid out the lunch in the dining area and quietly knocked on the bedroom door - YOUR bedroom door - and told you lunch was ready. Sally, you came out first, slipping your robe over your shoulders because... well, because it wouldn't be proper for you to be naked in "public," would it? You sat at the table and asked how I was, and again I saw the love in your eyes even as you saw me sitting on the couch, masturbating my incredibly hard penis. I said I was doing really, really well, and asked if you were having a good time. You said, "I came twice - did you hear?" and of course I said yes. I thanked you for letting me hear, for letting me see, for... well, for everything, and you said "You're welcome. I'm having a wonderful time and I'm glad you are, too."

Then Ted joined you at the table, and the two of you ate your lunch while I sat nearby and jerked off, looking at you. I looked at you looking at him, and I looked at him looking at you - at your eyes, and at your tits which were playing a game of brinksmanship with the flaps of your robe.

Ted, I assume you knew that you were sitting with your legs open, so the whole time you sat and talked and ate with my wife I was staring at your cock - at the one cock my wife wants inside her. Thank you for that, too. I realized that while I have no desire to be involved with your cock (another cuckold stereotype), I've probably stared at it more than any other man on earth - both in person and in the couple of videos that the two of you have allowed me to take over the years. Whether you are offering me a close-up look at it sliding in and out of my wife's pussy or just keeping your legs open while you eat lunch with her, your cock is the proof that my cuckolding isn't fantasy, it is reality - OUR reality. The three of us.

When you finished lunch it was 1 p.m. We all knew we had to be out at 2, since we had extended our reservation until then and Sally and I both had to get to work. If you had said goodbye then, I would have been completely satisfied with what had happened. But you, Sally, were apparently not yet satisfied. You stood, looked at Ted and said, "I'm going to the bathroom for a minute. Will you meet me in bed?"

She walked off, leaving you, Ted, with a smile and a growing cock. I said, "I guess she's not done yet," and you answered, "That's good, because I have something for her." As you made your way to the bedroom I quickly took my place on the chair outside the bedroom door, my penis so hard it actually ached. I watched silently as you got into the far side of the bed, leaving plenty of room for your girlfriend to join you. You started stroking your cock, knowing full well that I was watching.

Sally walked by me without a word. She looked at you lying there naked and hard, and slipped her robe off her shoulders. From my vantage point I saw a profile view of my wife as she did this: completely naked, her tits exposed, her nipples hard and pointing at you. That was the last thing I saw before she closed the door in my face and went back to bed with you.

The two of you talked for a long time. I knew that Sally had cum twice, Ted had cum once, and you had played for hours, so I understood that you just might want to spend this time naked together before saying goodbye. By 1:30 I assumed the "fun" was over for the day... but I was wrong.

I heard Sally's vibrator start up, and the sound shot through me like electricity. Were you really going for THREE in one day?

Yes, you were. It took a while, but suddenly I heard the sound of you, Sally, getting close, and you, Ted, encouraging her. I actually got too close to the edge and even though I took my hand away from my penis, a little cum flowed out of me. It was sheer force of will that held off my orgasm as I listened to the two of you and watched a small stream of my semen drip out of my body.

Just as I was able to start stroking myself again, I heard my wife cum in her lover's arms... again. Sally, you cried out "OHHHH!" and then you said something I couldn't quite make out. But Ted, you heard her and you called out, "PAUL. Come in here NOW!"

I didn't hesitate. I heard the urgency in your voice, and suddenly I realized that Sally had said, "Call him in now." I opened the door and saw you, my wife, cumming. Hard. Really hard. In Ted's arms.

Sally, I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but I have to say it: I've never seen anyone cum as hard or as violently as you do. Even in all the porn I've watched, no woman ever cums like you. I used to see it all the time; now I see it once a year. But even when I'm sitting outside the bedroom door, or sitting by our bed when you get yourself off, there is nothing in the world like your orgasms. I think they measure on the Richter Scale.

When I opened the door I saw you cumming. Your whole body was convulsing: your hips were slamming up and down, your legs were flailing, and as I looked at you I saw your eyes roll completely back in your head. The only parts of you that weren't moving were your tits, because they were anchored: the left one in Ted's mouth as he sucked your nipple, the right one between his thumb and forefinger as he pinched and caressed it. Suddenly I remembered something Ted said to me years ago: when I asked him what should hurt me most about what you did with him, he said it was your cumming. He said that everything else could be seen as "mechanical," even though it wasn't, but the only way you could cum with him is if you let go and give yourself to him. He said he treasured your orgasms above everything else, and I should be ashamed to know that you only want to give them to him.

I WAS ashamed. And so damn turned on that I had to stop touching myself to keep from cumming. Especially when I thought that YOU wanted me to see it happen.

I watched as you came, and as you rode your aftershocks. As soon as your eyes returned to the front of your head you turned to your lover and kissed him passionately and deeply. And that seemed right, too. Even though you wanted me to see you cum, I knew it wasn't about me.

After kissing him for a long, long time, you looked at me and said, "I want you to leave now."

I blubbered my thanks. I think I said, "Oh my God, thank you," and I quickly backed out of the room and closed the door. As I sat down in my chair I heard Ted groan, and that seemed right, too. Of course you would thank him for making you feel that good.

I don't know what you did to Ted, but he kept groaning. And panting. And gasping. Until finally he made the sound he makes when he cums. Did he cum in you, or on you, or near you? I don't know. It was none of my business. But his orgasm went on forever, and seemed to come from so deep inside him that I knew I had never felt anything like that. And yes, even that seemed right to me.

It was now 1:50 - had all of that taken only 20 minutes? I knew we had to leave, so I went back to the living room and recovered my clothes from the places I had tossed them after getting lunch. Ted came out of the bedroom first, dressed and ready to leave. He thanked me for making everything so perfect for both of you and he thanked me for bringing my wife to him, and I thought he would head out the door. But he said, "I need to kiss my girlfriend goodbye." He made one last trip to the bedroom, where I heard you both talk softly, and kiss. Then he came out and I thanked him.

Ted, thank you. Thank you for giving my wife what I never could. Thank you for making her feel like a woman, which I never could. Thank you for helping her get over her inhibitions about sex, and for showing her how good she can feel when she fucks a real man... and when a real man fucks her. Thank you, Ted, for understanding that I am her husband: that I love her, that she loves me, and that we both need you to give her what I never could. Thank you for understanding that I am a cuckold, and for throwing me the crumbs that make me long to bring my wife back to you again and again.

Sally - my love, my friend, my partner, my soul-mate: thank you. Thank you for taking a risk in 1998 by trying something new, something so out of character for you that to this day I can't believe you did it. Thank you for exploring, for experimenting, for sharing, for communicating, even when it was way, WAY outside your comfort zone. But most of all, thank you for loving me and for saying you don't have to work to love me. I'm a cuckold; I think I was always meant to be outside the door when you have sex with a man. But you know that, and somehow you love me. Do you love me anyway, or do you love me because of it, or do you "just love me"? I don't know, and I don't care.

I just love you, too.

Thank you.

[Mrfixitforyou]

Paul what a great story I Have followed your diary for years. The first story I read from you was Click
Since that time I have followed your pain/pleasure/lot in life Of all the stories I have read from you there are three that stand out in my mind as encaptualing the whole experience. "Towel Waver, Having Fun and this post today Thank You' This is an incredible story. I am interested in what kind of work you do if any? Do you make any of the other decisions for your family? besides sex what do you and Sally do for fun?

[Paul_Pines]

MrFixIt -

I'm glad you put the new chapter in your Greatest Hits list. Thank you!

To your questions:

1) My work is quite specialized, so I'll just say I work my ass off.

2) In every regard other than sex, Sally and I are equals. And yes, I make a majority of the decisions when it comes to finances, home maintenance, cars, etc. I also do the food shopping, since we both work full-time in professional jobs and some household stuff has to be done by each of us.

3) There's something other than sex? When did THAT happen? Seriously, I have a hobby or two, we have grown kids whom we adore, and we love to travel. Very involved in our community, both secular and religious, and we both volunteer with various groups we believe in. My basic motto is, "You'll have lots of time to rest when you're dead. Take advantage of every day you're on this side of the grass."

Hope this is what you wanted to know...

Sincerely,

CP

[Alacuck]

Paul Pines,

Your writing style is not one that I personally care for, however I'm sure that others find your work very enjoyable. I know how much effort is required to turn out a well thought out and carefully written piece, and I commend you for your effort.

I just thought I'd throw in my .02 worth.

Take care and keep writing what and how you like!

[Mercury]

Yours is a really interesting story. It's really great that you and your wife have found a relationship model that works so well for you both.

[halfhardcuck]

As usual another heart-warming cuckold story by Paul. Honestly, I find these heart-warming and they make me feel cosy and excited at once.

[Paul_Pines]

Thanks for writing, folks!

Mercury: I can't remember having our relationship referred to as a "relationship model," but I'll take it. And yes, it does work for us.

halfhardcuck: "Heart-warming"??? Damn, that's fantastic! We are actually SO much in love, and so much happier together than when we set out on this adventure, that I guess "heart-warming" works. And I guess I was able to communicate that in the story, so I truly appreciate your feedback.

Sincerely,

Cuckold Paul, the heart-warmer :-)

[tanda]

I've been following along for at least 15 years or so and am still amazed that you can keep this going. I think the lack of responses is because the way you write and the story you tell are too real and kind of heavy. I do check from time to time for an update, but I never really know what to say after reading except "thanks for the update." But please keep posting the updates if you have the time.

[minuteboy]

I have been following you for the last 5 years. I always enjoy when you post an update. Your diary has helped, and is helping me to better understand myself, and be more open with my wife about her bf, how I feel, and how she feels. I hope you continue the updates when there are other moments like this.

[amore]

Hi Paul
I've also been a long time follower of your diary.
I look forward greatly to reading a new chapter and get a feeling of anticipation in the pit of my stomach when I see that one has been posted.
I like your writing style. The care that you obviously put into each rendezvous with Ted is mirrored in the care you put into your writing. Theirs is no fleeting affair and in the same way, your diary is no scribbled note. Sometimes I feel that through your writing, I am also sitting naked on the chair outside Sally and Ted's bedroom.
Thank you Paul for many years of great reading and here's to many more years to come.

[Paul_Pines]

Thank you VERY much for your responses. I know that what I write isn't for everyone, but it's good to hear from people who find it interesting or useful or... hot!

Much appreciated.

Sincerely,

Cuckold Paul

[All4Jenna]

Paul, it's very hot. Thanks for sharing...literally.

[bufaker]

thank you for sharing

keep posting

i love your posts

[sophie_joy]

Dear Paul,

Thank you for your posts. You seem to be real people with a real life, not just a fantasy.

You have helped me understand my husband a little more. He seems to practically live for the opportunity to experience me having sex with other men. One man, in particular; the man who stole his college girl friend and now fucks me. It's a strange "Alice in Wonderland" world in a way. I work hard at making it work for him.

What's hardest for me is that my lover really is better at sex than my husband. It's hard for me to acknowledge that (in actions and attitude) while still acknowledging that I love my husband. We try a lot of things. I get a lot of good sex. But angst isn't just a condition of the cuckold, it's a condition that affects the wife, too.

[Paul_Pines]

Sophie Joy -

I sent you a PM.

Paul

[sophie_joy]

Sophie Joy -

I sent you a PM.

Paul

Thank you, Paul for the private advice.

Sally is amazing. I don't know how she does it. She lives with a man who is pathetic in bed, doesn't fuck him, but still makes him feel loved.

I used to think, "fucking is fucking; how can a man be really bad at it." But I think both Sally and I can testify that yes, a man can be really bad at it. I don't know what it is, really. An intangible something missing, I guess.

Thank God for those of you, men and women, who know how to make sex with a woman!

[CuckPride]

Hurts so good.