Chapter 10: Thanking The Cuckold December 2006 INTRODUCTION, AND A FAVOR: My wife, Sally, sees herself as way too much of a Good Girl to get involved in online conversations, especially about sex. But everything I write about is something which she has done with another man. After she read this story, which described a major change in our relationship, sh...
Preface: The dictionary defines "cuckold" as "a man with an unfaithful wife." I've read many "hot wife" stories, and visited all the cuckold web sites, but it is clear that people have many of their own definitions of a cuckold. It has been my deepest fantasy to be cuckolded by my wife, and she had fulfilled that fantasy for me. We love each other very muc...
Note: Sorry this story has no sex in it, just its aftermath. This story is not real and all characters are also not real. That means I made it up. No words were hurt in the writing of this story. Thanks to my mystery literary fact checker for all the help. Practice safe sex and enjoy. My life changed dramatically after an incident a year and a half ago....
February 2012 *ADVISORY*: This is a story about cuckolding. It says so in the title, and I'm saying it again now. My wife has a lover, and I'm excited by that. If you read this story, you'll see that cuckolding has an effect on the husband's psyche, and I accept that. If YOU do not accept that, or if you find it weird, unnatural, perverted or otherwise dist...
CHAPTER 4 — Every Worm Must Turn Paul took a taxi to the airport with Jim Spencer and Ted Wilson. Little was said on the way, except necessary details about flights and arrival times. Nothing was mentioned about the explosion in Wilton's office, or the meeting in general, until their plane lifted from the runway. Paul had gone off like a rocket, and they co...
I was totally fed up with life. I quit my job, moved out of my apartment, gave away my cat, put all my stuff in storage and left America behind me. I can't pinpoint exactly what led to this, but it was a growing sense of directionlessness and pointlessness. One day I was sitting at my desk, in my office, in the crowded city, when I opened a magazine and sa...
They say the imagination is the most vital erogenous zone of them all... "You think our meeting at 'Les Café Des Poetès' was random?" he teases. "You think it was coincidence? It was not random. It was no coincidence. I know who you are. I've known who you are for some time. I've studied you. Your past. Your desires. Your tastes. Your life-style. I tracked...
Author's note: As my wife's relationship with her lover develops, we are working to find the right combination of arrangements that result in privacy, intimacy, a good time for the two of them and enough involvement for me that I don't get totally frustrated at being left out. We are getting better at it. Once again, I begin with a caveat: This story is abo...
It's 1 in the afternoon and the snowflakes are really starting to fly. Weathermen had promised 8-10 inches. Looking out the coffeeshop window, you feign said you really needed at least a good six inches as long as it was a thick six inches. I smile, knowing that you've never complained about my length -- or girth. I wink facetiously only to irritate you. I b...
"I cannot believe you, Margie Stone!" Tina Lambert said as the girls followed Laci Roosevelt across the neatly-clipped lawn of Whispering Pines Resort. Margie held up her left hand. She had fashioned the sprig of Tina's pubic hair into a pinkie ring. "Yeah, I guess I got a little carried away back there. It's not everyday that you see Sheba the Amazon Queen...