There have been nights when I’d turned on my side of the bed to admire my wife’s sleeping form, speculating where and how she might have spent her day, and especially, with whom. Was it a he or a she? I lean preferably on the ‘he’ aspect. What did they do together? I picture her and her male companion getting themselves a hotel room and spending the remainder of the afternoon fucking and gallivanting in bed like teen lovers.
Am I crazy for thinking such? I have no idea. If ever I am, I’ll bet that I’m not the only husband out there having such weird thoughts about his wife.
The idea of my wife having a secret lover has grown profoundly in my head since. There have been times when the thought went away, but then some strange stimuli would bring it back to the forefront of my head. There have been times when I thought of wanting to share the idea with her. Except how could I possibly raise such subject? I would look like a gross idiot to even dare think of that. However, it’s never stopped me from dreaming. There’s no harm in that since I won’t be sharing that aspect with her. God knows what she’s dreaming too.
I can admit that the thought of my wife cheating on me is enough to give me a boner. Most times, when I’m lazing about in my office, I pull out my phone and watch cuckold porn videos. It’s so easy for me to picture Samantha as one of the women in those videos. The black studs seem to fuck with such passion; it’s incredible. I would lock my office and regale in the videos, after which I would head into my restroom and struggle to jack off. This has been a recurring trend with me for months now. Initially, I did it probably once or twice in a week, but lately, I find myself doing it more often daily. Even when I’m back home in the evenings, when taking a shower, I cannot help but wank off under the water spray while Samantha would be downstairs making dinner for the *******. Till this day, I am sure she’s never once suspected me of any wrongdoing.
I imagine her surrounded by a roomful of black studs, all naked, including her. The black men would be stroking their cocks while sizing her up like a pair of crocodiles ready to snap at a prey. They draw closer and begin fondling her tits, her hips, her bottom . . . and she, for her part, cannot help but enjoy herself. I imagine her moaning to the touch the men apply on her, letting them know she was hot and horny and in need of their massive pricks servicing her.
So you have heard my confession. Do you think of me as being crazy?
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