When Did the Cuckolding Idea Strike You?

I'm sure that you would do that and more!
Perhaps this experience that I'm going to tell you, has been well known by my older posts.
When my wife and me started to have sex, I had not too much experience in sex. I only had been in two or three bad relationships before my wife.
With Susie all was diferent. She is sexy, beautiful and I'm sure that every men would like to have sex with her.
Our first sex encounter and the next 4 or 5 were good, but I she had some difficults to reach her orgasms. When I asked about it, she answered "I don't know why I'm being late. My ex Axel made me cum easily".
That kind of comparison could be men take two diferent decisions: go away and break up with the relationship, or in my case, develop an intense interracial fetish wich took me to begged my wife to call Axel, her ex black boyfriend, and have sex together.

That happen for real?
 
I was stationed in the Army as an enlisted soldier. At promotion time, the commander would allow the wives to be present to see the promotion and help pin on the new rank.

After the course of a couple days, some of the men would come around, joking that it was time for me to get another promotion so that they could get another shot of my wife's panties.

The Persian Gulf War came about and we were sent overseas to do our deeds. While there, me and another guy would often talk between ourselves, often leading to discussions about my wife. We had some pretty deep, explicit conversations. We would discuss more and more and I found that I became VERY excited about how he would talk about her, what he would love to do to her, etc.

I finally promised him a pair of her panties after we returned from the desert, and told him that I would get some pictures of her for him.

After returning from the desert, I gave him what I promised (her panties with her pussy scent and some nude photos) and he somehow ******* more and more out of me. He had a way of making sure that I gave in to his demands, by essentially blackmailing me with my wife's panties and her pictures. Told me that if I didn't do as he wanted, he would make sure my wife's panties and her pictures would be shown to everyone in my unit.

During his last week at the unit, he told me that he wanted to fuck my wife and it didn't matter whether I wanted him to, or not. Further, he indicated that it didn't matter whether she wanted to be fucked by him. Essentially, he planned to come over to our house and he would either get her *******, or make sure she was given something to make her pass out.

The night arrived, he came over and commenced to feeding my wife the alcohol to open up her inhibitions. When that seemed to be going nowhere for him, he showed me that he was dropping some pills into her *******.

As soon as she was *******, he lifted my wife over his shoulders and carried her to our bedroom. Then, with no hesitation and without even asking me, he eagerly started stripping my wife, as I watched - relatively helplessly. But, I sure didn't try hard to stop him.

It was pretty intense to watch him do as he desired to my wife. I remember watching him put his dick in her mouth, kiss her titties, slide his finger up her pussy. INTENSE!

One thing I'll never forget was just before he was getting ready to penetrate her cunt hole with his dick, he had slid his rubber on and was just getting ready to slide himself into my wife. And then he stopped briefly and asked whether my wife was on birth control. When I said yes, he took his rubber off and slid into my wife's pussy bareback.... and of course, pumped a thick load of his cum deep inside my sleeping wife.

Very Intense for me!
I hope you showed more fucking courage in the face of the enemy, scumbag
 
In the past year after reading about and seeing it on websites like this. I like reading about the mental changes in the cuckholded male contrasted with the pure pleasure that the wife is experiencing. I feel weak and useless but it gives me satisfaction seeing her fully filled and sexually satisfied. There is nothing like the look on her face after being fucked hard and having her insides explored deeper than ever before. Its like an impression has been made deep in her soul.
 
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In the past year after reading about and seeing it on websites like this. I like reading about the mental changes in the cuckholded male contrasted with the pure pleasure that the wife is experiencing. I feel weak and useless but it gives me satisfaction seeing her fully filled and sexually satisfied. There is nothing like the look on her face after being fucked hard and having her insides explored deeper than ever before. Its like an impression has been made deep in her soul.

Oh yes, and a lot of hubbies too are waking to the realization of this. They get enchanted and surprised by it.
 
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When a girl I dated wanted me to come over late at night after the clubs. I could tell a guy was there but she wanted me to come over to fuck her. I was to ******* so she said " well just listen while I fuck this guy sense you will not join us."
 
I was sixteen. The girl I had been dating, but hadn't had sex with, commented on how much she loved sex. This was odd to me since she and I had not had sex with each other. She commented on how awesome it would be if I were to watch her with a Black Man. I told her I would be okay with it. I thought I would finally be able to get her, too, if she was already in the mood from being with another guy.

So, she told me she knew a guy. She called him and asked him over. When he arrived, he kissed her and groped her. And she kissed him back. He acted like I wasn't even there. She reached into his pants and pulled out this huge, dark, Black Cock. My eyes widened. She went down on him for the longest time, looking at me on occasion. After a while they went to her bedroom and she undressed. I hadn't yet seen her totally nude. I liked what I saw.

The guy laid on her bed and she sucked him some more and eventually got on top of him. I watched, seeing his huge, Black Cock spread her pussy and I was amazed that she was able to take all of his length. She rode him for a long time and then he did her doggie style. After a while he got her to lay down and he did her missionary. They had been at this for almost an hour by now.

Eventually my g/f was sucking him again before she got back on top of him. My g/f told me that it felt so god having a real man in her. I was confused because I had never been inside of her and wondered who had that she considered less of a man. I could see that her pussy was all creamy by now. I had never seen that before. I knew I liked it, though.

After a while they did it doggie style again, and this time they did anal. I watched his huge Black Cock stretch her ass hole so wide. It amazed me how wide her ass hole got. When he finally came in her I noticed that they had been at it for over two hours. And her ass and pussy looked well used. And even soft, her lover was still huge.

I dated this girl for two years, and she and I never did have sex. She never even sucked me. But I got to see her have a lot of sex with a lot of different Black Men. This is when I realized my place.
 
Is she still seeing the ex?

Well, along 10 years I ever said Susie that the simple idea of be watching her having sex with Axel, turned me on like crazy. I used ask her to tell me about her sex experiences with him, hundreds of times.
Finally, the last year, I contacted him by forums and we invited to come home.
 
I was in the Marines and I had a platoon Sgt who I respected. He also had a BBC... He one day pulled me aside and told me he would really like to come over and meet my wife. She had flirted with him at a Christmas party where he gave he some Super Magnum condoms. My wife at that time said who could fill that up... and looking into her eyes while I am there in amazement he said ... mine.... He walked away and nothing was said. Weeks later he made clear to me that he had a BBC.. while in the bathroom (head) he pulled back and exposed a huge black cook and he said just think about it... I did too...... Then he just told me one day leaving work that he was coming over tonight and have a ******* with us... I said sure.... I was excited to say the least and when I told my wife (at that time in my life) she stated to get dressed in a seductive pair of shorts...and a shirt where her breast were outlined... We had drinks and he arrived. He took charge right away and commented how my wife looked. Drinks were flowing and my wife was flirting and even made comment of the condom he gave me fall off. He said mine would fit and tight too.... Then my wife said she did not like the feel of a condom but we used them to prevent pregnancy. She looked at me and said lets take a chance... I was not sue what she was trying to say... I went to the rest room and when I returned my wife was breathing in something from a tube.... He game me some and then he turned and kissed my wife who took his body and felt him up..stoping at his cock and I watched it grow and I could hear her moan with anticipated pleasure.. He then looked at me and said your turn.. and made me feel his cock... I love it... It felt bigger than it looked but it looked huge...compared to mine and mine big but not huge...Wile I and my wife were rubbing his cock he was feeling my wife up and kissing her deep and telling her how he was going to take her and make her his slut and he would turn to me and tell me to kiss my wife and it was sooooo passionate and she told me how turned on that I enjoyed watching her...and how big his cock was... and looking at me took his pants and pulled out his huge coke and he put it on her head and told her to lick his balls and me to jack him off... and tell my wife how I wanted him to fuck her... This turned him on like you would not believe.... I loved watching him so strong in presence take my wife which turned me on so much. He told me to get the bottle of stuff that you breath in and it gets you so high.... well I did and we all did one hit.... and then I watch my white southern wife take his clothes and I took my wife close off feeling her while they kissed and taking his close off... She took off her short to expose her ass and pussy to this BBC. She went down and started sucking his cock deep and looked at him and asked me how I like watching my wife suck his cock... He said to her you look so good sucking my black cook...and looked and me and told me to tell her how she looks.. I did...and loved doing it... It was so sexy and she loved it... Then after a few minutes he stood her up and waked to the bed where he took her and laid her down and moved on top of her and kissed her deep and asked her if she wanted him to fuck her deep like she has never been fucked before and I she says yes ... fuck me and cum in me deep...... I watch in amazement how his BBC stretched her pussy and how she started to come on it.... He fucked her all night in many positions and I got to clean up the cum from his cock and her pussy and I got to fuck her while she was sucking him hard again... It felt so good to feel her pleasure .... and I put mine there too... Hope to do it again.....



nice
 
For me, its the idea of taking her to another level of sexual bliss. I have no doubt that I give her plenty of sexual satisfaction, but its humbling/exciting to think of her being taken to new heights from a man with a larger and thicker dick
 
MY SUNITA

How would life be for a 18 year old? Born in a MHADA colony(govt.housing colony) of Mumbai, a tall, fair, slim and very good-looking boy, I spent my time like others of my age: going to college, coming back home, lunch, a nap and then cricket on the streets till evening, the usual gossip with friends, back home to study, dinner and sleep. Occasionally, I bunked classed and went to the movies or gymkhanas on Marine Drive to watch Gavaskar, Parker, Shastry, Wadekar(cricket players of 70s) play for SBI or Nirlon.
It was a day like any other. I was playing cricket on the street with my friends. It was getting dark, time to wind up. I couldn’t help notice a young girl with a kid in her hand, watching me from the end of the street. This was happening for the past few days. This can’t be a coincidence, I thought. There was a pattern to it. Just as I said bye to my friends and started to go home, the girl would walk ahead of me and go to the entrance to my building and slowly walk up the stairs, looking back over her shoulder at me.
I stayed on the ground floor, and the first few days I ignored her. That day, I investigated. Instead of going to my flat, I followed her to the first floor flat where stood near a door and rang the bell. I knew that flat was empty and locked for months now; the owner, Subbu-mama had shifted residence. I showed her the lock and, a bit nervously, she said, Oh, I didn’t notice the lock. I told her I’d noticed her coming her daily and asked her which house she was going to. Pointing to the locked door, she said she had come to meet Sobha, Subu-mama’s *******. I knew she was lying, but the conversation was good enough for me to make my move. I was very close to her and could smeel the faint fragrance of Pond’s Dreamflower talc on her body and feel the warmth of her skin. She was about five-and-a-half feet tall, dusky, slim with silky straight hair, luscious lips and small pretty eyes. I touched the kid’s head and said lovely kid. She said he was her neighbour’s *******, and wasn’t he cute?
My left hand moving over the kid’s head to his back, I gently touched the girl’s chest. She didn’t move away. Encouraging sign. I lowered my hand and at the same time, bent a little to kiss the boy. Now my hand was resting on her breast. I brought my right hand to her face and said, “You’re cute, too,” and kissed her lightly on her lips, cupping her breast. She was breathless and I could see goose pimples on her dusky arms. My mouth was dry. I managed to whisper: “Why don’t you drop the kid home and come to the terrace of our building?” She nodded, said okay.
Sex was not new to me. What started as teenage curiosity — checking each others’ cocks and touching them — soon developed into a mutual masturbating club of sorts. We were a group of a few male friends who, on the pretext of doing homework, used to mutually gratify each other.
Then there was Subbu-mama, my first floor neighbour. One day, he invited me home and gave me several Playboys to check. That was my first encounter with porn. The pictures gave a tingling sensation and I had a instant hard on. Subbu-mama was sitting on a wooden table, his white lungi folded above his knees, his matured cock visible. He pointed to his cock and said why don’t you touch it?
I did not only touch him. I sucked him till he came deep in my mouth. His fat cock felt better than all those kiddy cocks I was sucking. Then he gave me a handjob.
Subbu-mama became a weekly affair. I knew he was doing other boys but I didn’t bother much till I found that Zaheed, my mutual mastubating club friend, was in his house too. Zaheed was a tall, dark, Muslim boy, almost bony, but with a cock that was like a piece of hard wood. Zaheed was after my ass: thoda dalne de na … he’d say, Let me put it in a bit. So far, I’d refused. Now here was mama seated at his favourite table and Zaheed and I took turns sucking him. While I sucked mama’s cock, Zaheed kneeled down and sucked mine, and when he sucked mama, I sucked Zaheed.
I was standing, bent forward and sucking mama’s cock now. Zaheed was kneeling behind me, licking my asshole. Mama said, suck it deep and pressed the back of my head on his throbbing cock. At the same time, I noticed his hand going behind his back and coming out with a bottle of Parachute coconut oil. He handed it to Zaheed.
Zaheed needed no further hint. He promptly oiled his cock thoroughly, squeezed some on my asshole and then, spitting, touched his cock-head to my asshole. I could feel its warmth. Subbu-mama had entangled his legs in my thighs and kept one hand on the back of my head and another on my back. Zaheed, too, held me tightly as he drove his cock right inside my tight asshole. The searing pain I felt subsided with each stroke from Zaheed. Kya mast gaand hai, mama,(what a fantastic asshole uncle) he said. Soon I heard him grunting and felt his hot cum spurting deep inside me and it felt good but Zaheed didn’t take out his cock. He still had a hardon and, with his cock still inside my asshole, he walked me to the bed and continued fucking me. Zaheed’s cock in my ass, now lubricated with his cum, felt slippery and good. He was spluttering. Kitne dinse bol raha tha jara gaand de, aaj tera gaand achese marunga.(since so many days i was asking for ur ass now i willfuck it nice)
Then there were Kamala and Lata. Kamala was a Gujarati maid who used to work in a friend’s house and mine. One day my friend was very excited. He said he had fucked Kamala. How? I asked. He said she asked him for Rs.25/- at which he asked what she would do for that money. She just went to his bedroom, removed her blouse and, lifting her saree, lay down on the bed. And my friend fucked her. The next day my Rs.25/- was hers too.
Lata was a maid’s *******, a Maharashtrian. She used to accompany her mom to the households where she worked, but given a oppurtunity, she used to sneak out to get a fuck. Soon all our friends were fucking her in bushes, terraces, empty houses. This young female was insatiable: she used to hold my ass and drive it down on her saying *aur jorse chod.”(fuck me harder)
I went home, had a shower, splashed some Old Spice on my underarm and neck, wore a fresh tee and shorts and then, telling mom that I was going to copy some notes, went out and headed straight to the terrace. She was waiting for me there. I took her in my arms, gave her a warm hug and a kiss on her lips. She gently parted her lips allowing my tongue to enter her warm mouth. My hands unzipped the chain on back of her kurta and opened her bra hook and then, in one single movement, I took off her kurta and bra above her head. Then came her salwaar. She wore no panties, and now she was standing naked near the entrance to the terrace in the dimming lights. I saw her beauty for the first time, a tall slim body, flat tummy, long slim legs, lovely tight boobs a little bigger than a ripe sweet lime or mousambi, taut nipples.
She broke my trance: khali dekhega kya?(u will only look?) I replied, chodega bhi, chul, (i will fuck u too)and pointed her to a place under the water tank where we had a mat (chatai) laid on the floor and few coconut tree leaves to block sun and the view from other buildings. This was the spot where we played cards on afternoon. I walked her naked to this spot, removed my shorts and tees, revealing my hard on, laid my clothes over the mat, told her to lay down, and I fucked her. Kissing, hugging, biting, pressing boobs, talking dirty, I fucked her, a pure animalistic fuck, I needed it, my body needed it, my cock needed it, she needed it. Saali kya chut hai tera … itne dinse kahan thi? Tujhe aaj bahut chodunga! (bitch what a cunt u got,where were u all these days?now i will fuck u good)I fucked her four times in two hours and then we dressed, hugged again and I asked her what her name was. Sunita, she said, and hugged me too and said kal phir aaungi (i will come again tomorrow)and, kissing my forehead and eyes said, I love you, and then left me to recharge my balls for the next day.
 
Emily and I were going to a swinger club. We had only played with other white couples at that point. On the way Emily put her hand on my leg and said she wanted to fuck a black guy. I instantly got hard! That was our turning point!
 
read your article about cuckolding here in nashville in our office building there are 13 women into just on our floor and our office building is 30 stories tall
 
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Emily and I were going to a swinger club. We had only played with other white couples at that point. On the way Emily put her hand on my leg and said she wanted to fuck a black guy. I instantly got hard! That was our turning point!

Hope you didn't hit a tree when she said that!:bounce:
 
I was turned into a submissive/cuck hopeful by a girlfriend and my first wife who was very cruel to me. She fucked numerous guys while we were still married. At the time I think I cried, now I beg for it.
 
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