Honey, he never wears a condom.
I swallow. I take his seed into my womb.
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Honey, he never wears a condom.
I swallow. I take his seed into my womb.
Really, honey? Did you say that you would have liked that he stayed to have breakfast with us? Would you really have liked to serve breakfast to the man who has had sex with me in our marital bed all night?
Did your wife need words to show your boss that she would be willing to share time in bed with him—maybe even in your marital bed? No, she didn’t. And she didn't need words to show him that you would consent—she crossed and uncrossed her legs for him in front of you so that he knew that you were a consenting cuckold.
You are peeping at your wife and her Black man date through the door viewer. She is making out with him in front of the entire neighborhood—your neighbors probably know that you are at home and spying on your wife, ashamed of being a cuckold, but consenting submissively.
They were just two strangers in the elevator of a hotel, but your wife gazed at him in rapture. When she heard herself asking, "What's your room number?" your wife knew she was going to give herself to him. He also knew she was going to be his—even in ways she'd never been yours before.
You surely remember every detail. First, your wife tied you up, leaving you bound to the chair. Then she whispered in your ear, “What you’re about to see is probably something you’ve never even imagined. When I’m with a real man, I’m like a feral female in heat.” She asked him to tie her up. She got utterly turned on right away, begging him to fuck her. He ripped her panties off, and a moment later, he penetrated her with a cock so black—and so big—you simply couldn’t believe it could fit inside her. She certainly was like a female in heat being mounted by a stud—she came several times, but you also had a hard-on.
Your best friend and you were relaxing in your backyard when your wife appeared unexpectedly at the back door. She was wearing just a light blue lingerie set and asked your friend if he would like to join her in the master bedroom. Later, after you had heard her moans for a long while, she told you that he was utterly better than you in bed. That time was just the first of many. She knew from the very beginning that you would submit and consent.
How many of your wife’s coworkers saw your wife leaving her boss's office? How many others were told about it? Not rarely, you join them for after-work drinks—how many of them know that you are a cuckold? When they see you, your wife, and her boss chatting animatedly, do you think they're wondering if you know he's cuckolding you? Do they think you’re a chum who allows himself to be cuckolded?
Cuckoldry is the norm at Topham; sissy husbands take pride of putting always their wives' sexual needs first, and of making their wives’—more manly—lovers feel welcome, respected, and honored.
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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.