Couldn't Help It
I remember this night like it was yesterday. My wife asked me this 3 times, she was both smiling and very nervous every time she asked. I said yes 3 times before she finally looked me in the eyes and said “Ryan!” She looked for my reaction. I was smiling and asked her to tell me more. She went on to say “he was the last boyfriend before you, we kissed a lot, he played with my tits a lot and I played with his cock a lot- but we never had sex nor did I let him in my pants. I still wonder what it would’ve been like to have sex with him!”
My husband is a cuckold, because that is what he is longing for and because he wants me to lead him to a deeper submission. If he wouldn’t, I wouldn’t do it.” I love fucking other men, and I love that my husband does not have the right to tell me who i can, or cant fuck. I have to admit, i love being a slut. I love meeting men, the whole process from the beginning of the meeting until the conclusion. I love my Cuckold husband and I keep him up to date of things, because I love his support and his deepening submission. I love it when he feels the humiliation when i tell him how pathetic his little cock is.
It is part of who I am & what I believe. It is not a game but a way of life, and a statement.I enjoy every minute of it. Meanwhile, my husband exists to serve me. Everything is for my pleasure and the frustration of my husband not getting any pussy from me forms part of the pleasure.
I told my husband this is permanent. And indeed. There is no way back.
Here you go babe. Thanks for sleeping in the guest room. We had such a great time last night but I guess you heard. I left the door open a little for you. It makes me hot to know you are listening to what you can't have.