I wrote this on my old blog, the one that was jettisoned into the unknown because wordpress doesn’t like pictures of dicks.  I was able to download the raw files and dig through all of the crap to pull the old posts out.  I’m not sure if I have all of them but I have a lot of them.  

I wanted to post a few of them to get a bit of the history of what led me to where I am right now.  My mindset.  My fetishes.  
This particular post is about being cuckolded.  It was almost ten years ago and it’s describing the point where I truly felt like I was cuckolded, with a number of the classic cuckold features as well.  At this point my wife (at the time, now divorced) was fucking her co-worker regularly in between getting in ridiculous spats with him.  So she ventured out and met a guy at a party.  The lead up is all in the explanation below but with the co-worker it was more on the border of being a hotwife than a cuckold.  This was a cuckold situation.  

Anyways, I’ll let you read and enjoy. 

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So wow, I never thought this would happen.  Turns out my wife actually is into cuckolding.  Not exactly in the traditional sense but I am not going to complain.

So she has always fucked her friend at work but that was never really a cuckold thing.  I always thought of it more as a hot wife thing where she would go fuck him because he was really into her.  They were comfortable with each other and he really wants her and she enjoys what he can do so it was a nice fit.  But she never got ready for him.  She never did anything outside of being there for him to pleasure her and her to help him cum.  This is different.

She wanted to try something different.  She likes the attention.  She went to a party and a guy pursued her.  He gave her his number.  They texted back and forth.  The best part about it in a way?  He's a black guy.  It's a thing because it's a thing.  For me, I like the color contrast of the skin.  The stereotypical (even if not always true) larger than normal girth.  It's a fun idea in a fantasy type thought with nothing else aside from undertones that don't necessarily need to be there.  She was excited.  I was excited for her.

They decided to have a meeting one night while I was at work only there was a problem.  Her work friend hated our condoms.  I hate our condoms.  We've had them for months and still had nearly half the package left.  They were tight even for me.  She didn't ask how big her new friend was, it would have been too embarrassing, but she assumed he wasn't going to like them either.  So she asked me to do the very first thing that was remotely related to being a cuckold; go buy condoms for someone else to use and fuck her with.

I had a massive hard-on driving to the drug store.  The thought that I was going in to buy new condoms for someone else to wear while fucking my wife.  It was thrilling.  It was also a bizarre experience.  At 8am, right as the store opened, to go in and look for condoms and purchase them is just a weird thing to do.  Nothing else, just condoms.  With an older 60-something woman as the cashier.  What in the world would anyone need condoms for at 8am unless they were planning on using them right away?  The funny thing is that these weren't going to be used right away.  Not even for me.  It was still awkward as fuck.

I bought them.  I slipped them in my drawer with her sex toys that she used to get herself off.  The day passed and I went to work.  He showed up and he fucked her and he left.  Then I got to hear about it.  I'll spare you the details of how I got home.  How hard I was.  How naked she was.  I'll skip to the good stuff.

After a slight miscommunication he made it to her place just after dark with her waiting at the door for him.  This little detail was kind of arousing that she waited for him in an almost submissive way.  Like she was so excited she didn't want to wait for the bell or him to knock and she stood there waiting to see him and invite him in.  This isn't her and that is why it excites me.

They went right into our bedroom and he ripped his clothes off and she slipped out of hers.  She had dressed up for him.  For her other friend she wouldn't put on anything nice.  Simply casual clothes or a robe and put little effort into it.  Her new guy she wanted to impress so she put on something to receive him in.  Nothing fancy, just some jeans and a nice top but she put some thought into it.  Sprayed herself with something flowery and made her hair look nice.

I was disappointed he didn't undress her and that she didn't get to undress him.  I first thought he was just excited to be there and didn't want her to back out.  Kind of awkward changing your mind when he's already naked, not that she was going to anyways.

His skin was dark.  Even darker against her milky white skin.  I wanted to see it but he wouldn't allow pictures.  There wasn't any time for them either, he was on top of her and inside of her in no time.  She must have been ready because she usually doesn't accept a cock inside of her without a little foreplay to get her wet.  They went right into fucking so she was already turned on.

She said he was bigger than me.  She said this while she ran her fingertips over my small white dick.  She said he was the biggest cock she's ever had.  It wasn't massive or anything and she said he didn't get as stiff as I got or her other friend got.  I guess it takes a lot more to get a bigger cock rock hard.

I loved hearing this.  I moaned uncontrollably as she toyed with my cock and told me how much bigger he was than me.  How much she liked it.  I wanted her to tell me how small and pathetic my little white dick was but I didn't want to push too hard.  I've never said the word cuckold to her.  I'm not even sure she knows what it is.  I'm just enjoying this for all its worth.  But I wanted it so bad.  I wanted her to tell me how good it felt having a real cock inside of her cunt that could actually fill her.  I wanted her to flick mine and make me wince and tell me she wishes his cock was here for her to play with right now instead of mine and then flicking it again in a kind of frustrated annoyance.

And then he fucked her.  He fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before.  He fucked her so incredibly rough that she said her entire pelvis was aching by the time he was done.  The second time.  He not only fucked her hard and fast but he filled the condom with so much sperm that she panicked and thought it had burst.  He assured her it didn't and grabbed another condom and fucked her again.

Her pussy was pounded so hard the first time she couldn't cum.  It was an onslaught of his powerful thrusts and different positions.  She said he was so controlling and told her when and where to move.  He finally had her shove her face into her pillow and grabbed her hips.  She was sure this would be easier on her but it wasn't.  His hips slapped into her ass even harder and his fingers dug into her skin as he grunted.  At one point she bit into the pillow as hard as she could right before she panted out a powerful orgasm and he came a second time.  She said he was sweaty.  So was she.  They laid together in our bed.  Him on my side and her on hers.  Both completely naked as she held her arm against his to look at the beautiful skin tone contrast while they caught their breath.

Then was the fun part for me.  The information that made me cum really hard into a pair of underwear rather than into a condom or onto her.  She told me while they were fucking he would stop with his cock inside of her and tell her she wasn't allowed to fuck her other guy anymore.  That she wasn't allowed to fuck me anymore.  That she belonged to him.  He told her to say it.  To say she loved his cock.  That nobody else would fuck her.  When getting the second condom he saw her sex toys and said she wasn't even allowed to use them anymore.  That if she wanted to cum she had to call him.

This was fucking amazing.

He was dominant.  He was controlling her and me through her.  It was nearly everything I ever wanted.  I started stroking my cock fast.  I wanted to hear more.  I moaned and told her to keep talking.  She giggled and played shy.  I told her to tell me I'm not allowed to fuck her anymore.  She wouldn't but just having me saying it made me go wild.  My mind started going off in random directions but things I couldn't tell her.

I wanted to watch him fuck her.  I wanted him to tell me I had to watch him fuck her.  I wanted him to tell me to take off my clothes and stand naked with my tiny white dick there at the edge of the bed.  I wanted to hear him tell her to look at it and tell me how pathetic it is and how it's so nice to have a real man's cock inside her.  How she'll never let it in her pussy again.  I wanted to hear him tell me I'm not allowed to jerk off either unless given permission.  I wanted every little detail of a cuckold life from fluffing his cock before it goes into her pussy with both my hands and my mouth to having her put my limp white dick in a cock cage and giving him the key so he would control my orgasms to make sure we didn't fuck, ever.

I wanted to be a complete cuckolded, humiliated toy for them.  I couldn't tell her that though.  She would have been disturbed by how far this fantasy went down the rabbit hole.  I was just loving the masturbatory fodder I've now got for the next decade.

When I finally laid down to go to sleep after cumming so incredibly hard I noticed one more little detail that made me love the experience even more.  Underneath me I felt something rough but small.  I reached and pulled out the used condom wrapper he had thrown on my side of the bed for me to lay on.  Kind of a message saying "I just fucked your wife, clean this up bitch."  The only thing better would have been if he left his cum filled condom there for me to dispose of.

They fucked three different times in a week and each time he fucked her twice.  He slowed down a bit the second time and she said it was the top three orgasms she's ever had and possibly number one.  She's had me go pick him up with her in the car and drive them back to our house and lead them both in and then leave so they could fuck.  Each time is nearly 2 hours and I'm made to go and find someplace to busy myself.  One of the times I went and sat in an empty parking lot waiting for her to tell me to come take him home.

I wanted her to sit in the back with him and have them make out with his hand between her legs or on her breasts (by the way, he made marks on her breasts.  Giving them hickeys for her to remember him by.  He fucking marked her and she loved it.  This is incredible).  She said that would be too weird.  She's still coming along slowly but I'm loving the progress.  I want to watch but won't push it.  I want so much but I don't want to mess up this good thing.

I just like that I feel like I'm finally being able to be a cuckold.  That my wife is fucking another man.  That he's telling her she can't fuck anyone else, including me her submissive husband.  I can't believe this is actually happening.