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She is the very image of the wife in charge. She is ready to go, elegantly dressed as always, with an indescribable aura of charming feminine allure around her. She says, “Honey, are you ready to drive me to my lover’s house?” You tell her that you are, and you obey.
You walked in on your wife in the kitchen wearing just a bra and panties, and she started to act half-shyly and half-teasingly when she noticed that you were feasting your eyes on her. Allowing you to admire her so openly was perhaps beyond the unspoken pact to let you watch every time she’s getting ready to meet her lover. Finally, she said, “Naughty boy! I shouldn’t do it, but I'm in an extraordinarily good mood today. You can kiss my thighs softly, very softly, while I have my coffee. I might even allow you something more afterward.”
Before a date, many married women try on several outfits before deciding which one to wear; they all want to look incredibly attractive to their lovers. Your wife is no exception: she takes her time deciding. Although you love seeing her in sexy clothes, with every provocative outfit she tries on, she seems to be telling you, “I'm going on a date; I want him to desire me and fuck me properly.
Your wife always likes to do it this way. First, she has sex with her lover—without a condom—and he comes inside her. Then, as foreplay, she loves to heavily tease you until you beg her to let you go down on her—and you, as always, end up cleaning her just-used pussy with your tongue.
You and your best friend are sitting next to each other; you’re both looking at your wife, and you both feel the same way—she looks gorgeous. But tonight she’s going out to dinner with him at a restaurant, and maybe even dancing afterward. Later, she’ll go back to his place with him, share his bed, and have sex with him without a condom. You both love her, and she loves you both, but you know—she’s confessed it to you—that she has many more orgasms with him. When she’s not having sex with him, she really misses those orgasms.
You didn’t clearly understand what your wife meant exactly when she said, “Of course you can come with me to the party, but you will be invited to leave by the hostesses if they think you are disrespecting me.” The man who started to chat with her acted as if you weren’t even there. After some minutes they were even making out a few feet away from you. When she told you, “Mark and I are going to one of the upstairs rooms for a while,” you got a clear idea of what your wife had meant by being disrespectful to her. One of the hostesses told you, “You have passed the first test. I bet it won’t be long before you even ask her to allow you to watch.”
How many times did your wife ask you if she looked pretty? Later, she told you in a soft tone of voice, as if she wanted you to keep it a secret, "I want your boss to desire me as much as to invite me to spend an entire weekend with him—an entire weekend with him would be good enough to start with."
Your wife sent a video message to your boss and added, “You have sent my hubby away on a business trip. I would very much like to reward you for doing it—and that prize is ready and awaiting.” He accepted it, and you’ll be traveling a lot.
From the very first instant your wife and your mother‑in‑law began to question your virility—and all alongside your posterior training—one of their main aims was to prepare you for that moment. The moment you stood by the wide-open door of your master bedroom dressed in pink clothes while your wife was in your marital bed with a real man. Some time ago, you would have considered that it was utterly odd, to say the least. Now, you would describe it as totally and undeniably normal—for you, and in your household, it was the very definition of normalcy.
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A meeting between your wife—the human resources director at her company—and the new CEO wouldn’t have worried you in the least. This time, however, the meeting was going to take place at his house and in the evening. She even told you she might stay until the next day and mentioned that he was Black, very burly, and virile. You, though, didn’t say a word—not even when you saw that she wasn’t wearing a blouse or a bra under her fur coat. The next day, she told you that he wanted to have a talk with you, added that he wanted her to be Black-only, and smiled knowing that you were going to accept it and fully submit.
Your wife called you to say she had to work late and would be home in about ten minutes. She went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup before leaving and ended up coming home two hours later with another load of semen inside her womb. She didn't give you any explanation, and you didn't dare ask for one.
Your wife’s self-confidence and self-control vanished completely the moment she hired a tall, virile Black man as her personal assistant. Not a single day goes by without her submitting completely to him: while he sits in her executive chair, she kneels before him and worships his big black cock with her Armani LP painted lips. Most days, she also takes home a big load of his seed deep inside her womb.
Your wife wanted him from the very first day she met him at work. He was Black, tall, athletic, and utterly handsome—very different from what you are. She thought of him every day—her thoughts were so intensely erotic that they even made her wet. She wanted more. Just two weeks later, they ran into each other by chance in a remote, almost hidden, corner of the general archives, and since it was only a few minutes before quitting time, all the other employees were about to head home. Your wife couldn’t have been any more explicit in showing him what she wanted—that day, he stretched her vagina with the biggest cock she’d ever had inside her and filled her womb with an utterly generous load of his semen just before they both went home.
At first, seeing your wife bent over, with her lover lifting her skirt, exposing her thighs and caressing them, and then taking her from behind right in front of you, was humiliating for you. That was until your wife told you she wouldn't let you watch anymore—at which point, you begged her to let you keep watching.
You followed your wife; you wanted to know where she was going. You saw her with another man—the two of them kissing passionately. You went back to the house you had rented and masturbated.
At times, your wife gets turned on while she is getting ready to go see her lover. Just by seeing the expression on her face as she walks toward you, you already know you have to lie down on the floor of the walk-in closet so she can straddle your face while you lick her pussy. You also know you’ll have to do it later, when she comes back from her lover’s place, freshly fucked—you two will be in the same position, but you'll be on the bed. If there’s one thing you are, it’s the most obedient cuckold.
Your best friend was coming over for dinner. Your wife said, "Honey, today has to be the day. Does my dress convey my willingness to have sex with him? I'm going to tell him that I want him to stay over and to have me in my marital bed. Even if you still are a bit reluctant, you'll have to tell him that you fully agree—it's probably much less humbling to boldly offer me to your best friend than to be cuckolded by several unknown studs."