Role-playing: You see your ex-…
Role-playing: You see your ex-girlfriend in the cafeteria. She doesn’t let you sit at her table; she is saving a place for your big friend.
Role-playing: You see your ex-girlfriend in the cafeteria. She doesn’t let you sit at her table; she is saving a place for your big friend.
Role-playing: your ex-girlfriend is dating your best friend, who is bigger & more masculine than you. One night you visit him; you want him.
Hello Mistress,
Yesterday I went to a nearby lingerie store and picked out some panties for myself. As you suggested, I selected the bikini type in 3 colors. Pink, baby blue, and black. When the saleslady asked me if they were for my wife I simply said “no”. I know that I should have told her that they were for me, it would only be appropriate for a cuckolded sissy like me. I apologize for not doing the right thing, the next time I go I won’t let you down.
cuckold husband
Hello Alexa,
I’m sorry for the false alarm the other day, so much has changed lately, between S- and I that is. For the better I think, only time will tell though. It started when she found many of the things that I had saved onto our computer, one of which was a contract between a submissive husband and a dominant wife. In her attempts to get me to quit smoking, we have had very little luck in the past, until she talked me into signing this contract. I thought that it was all going to be a little fun game for a while but she has really gotten into the whole thing. After signing it, S took some things into her own hands. First, she locked me into the cb-3000. She said that it would speed up my compliance with her expectations. I can only be released from my prison if I have gone 2 weeks without a cigarette. I have only been able to go for 4 days at a time so far and thus have not been released for over a month! I am going crazy. Being that S- works for our bank, she was able to transfer all of our accounts into her name so that now I have to ask her for money and justify all of my expenditures. I am completely out of control yet I feel so useful and relieved at the same time. She is loving it. I keep the house spotless and do all of the chores around the house. Thank you for your guidance in helping me to retrain me for my wife as her chaste cucky-boy.
Hi alexa and other sissies…
I am a married closet CD and our sister in law ( Neha) lives with us as she is doing her college. I have had the hots for her for a long time and have often whacked off by smelling her panties and licking her high heels when i am alone..which is quite often, thanks to my wife working for an international firm which involves travelling a lot
the inevitable happened; one day i was wearing her bra ( which was too tight for me) and her panties.Neha had gone for movies with her friends..damn the movies..was sold out and she came back early ( thank God she was alone !!)
i had one f her sandals in my right hand and her used panty in my left and was pumping the other sandals with my pathetic cock.. moaning ..:”neha..mmm” that was when i realised that she was standing right behind me..
rest later….
Dear Mistress,
When I was 15, I was caught in my sister’s best date outfit… using it for my selfish pleasure I thought I was alone in the house but I was caught redhanded in a micro mini and tank, heels by 4 girls from my class. They had me remove it in front of them and put me in a bath of Nair, I came out smooth and was dressed like a slut and dragged to the mall. The heels were sky high and I couldnt stand At the mall this jock hit on me… I ended up servicing him there.. The girls werent done with me.. They made me wear full girls undies to school everyday and inspected me for runs. Big runs were punishable,, toothpaste on my penis This was for four years of high school. My gf treated me like a sissy and went out with jocks. She came home and told me how they made out , how I was too small to be a real man.. I had to help her prep for her dates, did her makeup and nails and cleaned her up afterwards.. If i didnt do it properly, she called her friends over .. They never told anyone else but now at 23 I am a sissy. H
Well, last night i finally got to fuck S! But rightly so, it wasn’t with my own “clittycock” as she calls it, rather, I fucked her to several orgasms with her newest dildo. Every new one is just a little bigger than the previous favorite. Anyway, I am still locked safely away in the cb3000, its been almost 2 weeks now since I’ve been out, and nearly 6 months since I’ve been inside her. I just wanted to drop a little update.
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WAKE UP from your winter sleep. Call ALEXA at 888-411-1230 or Text message for an appointment…. book in advance to reserve the best times…
SHANGHAI (Reuters) -Called “Marriage for Asexuals” (www.wx920.com), the site claims to be the first and biggest online marriage broker for “asexual” people in China. 7,000 members have signed up since its opening last year.
We suspect these 7000 include sissies, cuckolds, and chastity-slaves. After all, the 33 year old founder came up with the idea “to help a friend who lost his sexual abilities after an accident”.
For those who don’t end up asexual accidentally, he brings you: marriage.
The costs of cuckoldry are irretrievable writes D. Buss in The Murderer Next Door. The genetically cuckolded man has been foiled physically, emotionally, and genealogically. If he also unknowingly feeds the children of another man, he has lost both his time and his line of descent, his descendance.
It is because he tolerates his wife’s infidelity that he is ruined as a man. Everybody knows that he is a cuckold, that he is ridiculous, that by not doing anything he is not ‘being a man’.
And if he exposes this fact? If he enjoys this fact?
Being married for a second time can certainly be a very frightful thought, especially, when your new wife is 15 years your junior. It not only becomes frightful but extremely challenging and if she looks like Erica its also good work if you can find it!
At 33 years of age, a physical appearance of 23, and a face that would easily grace the pages of any glamour magazineÖthe dangers were apparent. Most people would perceive this as a grasp at mid-life crisis. Then again, how many times is the brass ring going to be within reach? Damn the torpedoes!
The first time I heard the word ìcuckold I thought is was some kind of fish, served cold with rice. The question was posed to me by my wife as I sat in a living room of our house one evening. The conversation had been on going for about 30 minutes by the time I was asked if I knew what a cuckold was. Well, I didnít know and didnít care as I was too busy contemplating why my wife was in our bed with another man no more than 45 minutes prior.
A cuckold is one who permits and enjoys their spouse with other partners. Did you ever hear of this? My reaction to her statement was utter fear and terror. Besides, how could I ever admit that the sight of them engaged in such animal lust would have been even remotely stimulating to me other husband? I’ve never heard of such a thing and if you think that for one minute that Iím going to go along with such an excuse youíre obviously out of your mind
One thing I admired about Erica is she always knew how to handle herself in any situation, always calm and collective. Thatís why when I heard the words, this is a lifestyle that I want to live and you need to get use to the idea that your wife will be having sex with other men on a regular basis I just froze in my chair. Erica went on to describe the feelings of her enjoyment of being with other men and how much it excited her. I tried to interject with the notion that you’re a married woman only to be interrupted with: Just because I’m married does not mean I have to stop doing the things I enjoy most. And, if you are not comfortable with this arrangement I do not need to be your wife!
My God, I’m thinking to myself we’ve only been married 4 months, how can this be happening? Erica kept right on going with the follow upÖI thought I was being sold some real estate in south FloridaÖ. you will get use to the idea and youíll learn to enjoy this life style…you need to trust your wife. Believe me, I promise you that in less than 6 months youíll be begging your wife to have sex with other men. I was certain my wife had lost touch with all reality.
What I didnít know that day was that my wife had planned for this event to take place. She wanted to get ìcaught . It was all part of her strategic plan. When I walked in the house and went upstairs, I heard the sounds that were eminating from the bedroom, my heart raced and began to pound so loud I thought I would have to hold it in with my hand. As I turned the corner and stood in the doorway my wife’s figure came into focus, her face flush, her mouth parted and sounds of pure guttural lust coming from her lips. She was facing the door and riding the man below herÖlike her life depended on it. Looking back on it with her knowing that her husband was coming up the stairsÖ it could have depended on it.
Our eyes locked onto each other and I clearly remember everything slowing down like a movie Ö sound becoming muffled and muted. I stood in disbelief as my gorgeous wife of 4 months was giving this man an experience of a life time. There was absolutely no break in her stride, movement of her hips or rhythm of their sex.
I expected an ugly scene or some immediate panic to be forthcoming,Öbut there was noneÖ.only the sound of my wifeís pleasure filling the room and the constant rhythmic pounding of her lovers body into hers. Seconds felt like hours as I watched, in awe of my wifeís pleasure which was quickly reaching a point of monumental climax. She trembled with a passion Iíve not quite seen beforeÖ.and with her head slowly falling back I saw the first wave wash over her, listening to sounds that can only come from very deep inside a woman. Then as her back arched forward I watched the second wave sweep over her as her lover reached for her breasts. I swallowed hard, turned and left the room without my disappearance being noticed.
Sitting in the chair in the living room waiting for my wife to come down stairs was, I thought, going to be very brief and I needed to think quickly about what I was going to say. I expected her to come right downÖ.the guy would leave and we would get into it. I didnít think I would have almost an hour to think about my choice of words. Apparently, my wife was not working on my schedule and decided to have some more fun while I waited and listened to their lust for each other.
When they both came downstairs I was sure there was going to be a confrontation of some sort. However, Erica quickly kissed him goodbye and let him out the door. I watched her walk directly towards me with nothing on but a pair of very high heels and saying ìhi like it was a new day.
Can you please explain to me what it was I just saw you doing? in the most demanding tone I could manage at the time. Sure, we were fucking. What part of that donít you understand? Erica was as calm as could be.
Well, as I said earlier thatís when I was informed about her enjoyment of this lifestyle and the word cuckold, as explained to me was going to be a new way of life, if, I wanted keep my wife. Not an easy word to swallow as I learned on day one.
As I sat in my chair and listened to my wife she stood up and began to pick up her clothes that were lying around the room apparently that is where the days frolicking had started. Watching her do this I could not help but being made aware of what she had just done as you could clearly see the residue of her lover starting to spill from her body. Erica had turned and saw me staring intently at the process that was taking place between her legs.
Laughingly, Erica cooed. I know what you need and walking towards my chair she placed one heeled foot onto the arm and reached forward grabbing me by the hair and pulling me towards the spot my eyes had been focused right between her legs. Go ahead and lick your wife she commanded. Looking up at her, I said that I didn’t think I could do that right now. Again she laughed you act like it’s the first time you have done it. I looked at her very puzzled and she continued to laugh That’s right its not the first time my little cuckold
RICHMOND HILLS, N.Y. – Screw magazine founder Al Goldstein, who only a couple years ago was running the decades-old magazine and living in a $2 million dollar townhouse, is now homeless, spending his nights sleeping in the backseat of a friend’s car, at homeless shelters or, for three nights this week, on the floor of his in-laws’ Long Island, N.Y., home.
“The wives have taken the money,” he said. “Every wife walked away with money and my testicles. Right now I’m a he-she. I don’t even have balls or a dick. It’s a good thing I don’t have AIDS. I am a shell of what I used to be. What’s sad is, I have good mind, I know the porn business, and I really wanna work. Thirty-five years of harassment and it hasn’t stopped. I’m Lenny Bruce.”
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