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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Cosmic Funnies
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Claire Keane
YOU ARE THE REASON
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The Bowery Presents
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we're not kids anymore.
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@tabooliciousz
Your wife sat on his lap; he started groping her right in front of you, even going so far as to slip his fingers under her panties. But it was your wife who told you, “Change the sheets on our bed; you’re going to sleep in the guest room.”
“Seriously, you watched him flood my pussy over and over again! Do you think that sad, watery trickle you call a load had any chance?! In fact, I’m pretty sure his potent sperm killed off all your weak little swimmers before they could get anywhere near my egg!”
It’s going to be in me somewhere...why not there?
Your wife told your boss, without mincing words, that she knew full well she was dressed in an inappropriately provocative way and then added, “It's my way of telling you that if you want to fuck me, you can. I think you've been wanting to for a while.” You were a thousand miles away on your first business trip, but it wasn't going to be your last.
Your wife said to you, “Honey, would you mind finding a vase and putting these flowers in water? They're so beautiful!” Although you replied in a nonconfrontational tone, you dared to say, “He bought those flowers for you.” Your wife just looked at you with a slight expression of annoyance at your inappropriate observation, and you did what she asked. You rarely notice if your wife has put flowers somewhere in the living room, but those seemed to be right in front of your eyes at every moment, as if telling you, “You’re a cuckold and a henpecked husband.”
Honey, you did the right thing; you can't fuck me the way he does, so you asked him to fuck me. That's love.
TELL MY HUBBY THAT YOU WILL LET HIM LICK MY PUSSY AFTERWARD.
It makes it more exciting for her.
Honey, I think it would be much more beautiful and endearing if you were holding my hand when your best friend's big cock spurts inside me and fills my womb with his seed.
Isn’t it as if the red panties were saying, “Honey, you’re being cuckolded; be a good cuckold and behave at all times as such”? Yes—you know it is! Your wife hung those panties from the lever handle of the master bedroom door to tell you that it is off-limits for you whenever she is in there with her lover. She is reminding you what you are, what your place is, and what your limits are.
Your wife said, "At this point, I don’t think my hubby will stop you if you fuck me in front of him.”
Honey, soon you'll be a cuckold. You'll always be a cuckold, a cuckold forever—nothing but a cuckold. Always remember that it was your fault—you have never dared to do anything to not be a cuckold.
What did you do when the door to becoming a Black cuckolded husband was blatantly opened right in front of you? You did exactly nothing—and it says a lot about who you are. You are a cuckold—an undeniable cuckold.
