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Twice in a week?
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Twice in a week? She was wrapping presents last night. She’s really good at that, ensuring the corners are tight and even with matching<b> ties </font></b>and bows. Heaven forbid if I was doing the wrapping. That stopped for me shortly after we married when I wrapped a present of hers, and it looked more like a ball of wadded up tape than a describable object. “I want to have sex this weekend,” she says out of blue, not even looking at me, but securing the sides of her box she was in the process of finishing. “Okay,” I replied, have you heard from him? She hadn’t about her latest desire, but had in a way, with a text the other evening from Phil about the wonderful time he had Tuesday morning. I was asked recently about the role of a cuckold. My reply was simple, encourage and support her pleasure and quest for satisfying sex. To be honest I wasn’t real excited or motivated, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I was tired, or wasn’t horny at the time. Sometimes the reality comes into play I guess. Not in a bad way, but when you look around, stop and think, and realize that your fantasies have become your real life, well at times I suppose it requires a double check. She has two men in her life, and they’ve fucked her more than I have. Isn’t that they way it’s supposed to be? The last time she and I had actual sex, June. She doesn’t miss it. Why would she? If she did, I wouldn’t be a cuckold and she wouldn’t have two serviceable bulls in her life. I get emails all the time from men who want advice about cuckolding. They thrive on the fantasy, and most can’t stomach the reality of their bride bedding another man on a regular basis, leaving them with the leftovers. They suspect that after time she will return to them, or initiate sex through seduction with their pathetic asses. They don’t get it, or can’t see beyond their own dick they’re beating at the time that cuckolds don’t fuck; they help on occasion at best, watch, and listen mostly. They forget or ignore that cuckolds aren’t the first, second or sometimes, third, choice to have sex with. I looked over among the piles of neatly wrapped boxes, some small, some big, and on the end of the table was my wife. She was dressed in her fluffy pink rob with her straps partially untied giving a teasing view of her naked body underneath. She had her phone in her hand sending Phil that invite into our bed. After a handful of minutes it, meaning her phone, buzzed. Like clockwork it drew my attention. She picked it up, smiling. “He’ll be here Sunday morning at 8,” she said. Shared wife -evergreenstatewife |
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