My Life as a Cuckold - Sex Stories

My Life as a Cuckold

... that is the way of the Tao. In closing this essay, I've come to the realization, that I don't want her to confess all of her secrets to me. If she revealed her secrets; She would become the most exciting person in my life. I know that I would become very aroused. I'd end up making love to her and falling back into a deeply, intense, passionate love for her like I once had. Then if she dies before me, I think the grief would overwhelm me and I don't know if I could go on. We are old now and she is aging much faster than I am so I might out live her. If I do, then I think it will be much easier for me to say good bye to her and her secrets but then, I have secrets of my own. Another Story: On that very first Friday night that my wife went with her boss, I came home to an empty house. I took a shower. Drying myself I walked into our bedroom, feeling so alone, so abandoned, so worthless. I sat on the bed as I dried my legs, thinking of my wife and her boss. They have a two hour dinner break, plenty of time to spend in his apartment. They must be nude by now. He must be feasting his eyes on her breasts. Those breasts that only I should see. He must be feeling them, playing with them and sucking on those beautiful nipples. Running his hands over her bare buttocks, spreading her thighs, licking her pussy, getting it ready for his big cock or he may have his hand on the back of her head, coaxing her to swallow all of him. If I was a real man, I would have followed them and ambushed ...

... him and beat him senseless. Then drag her home and make her resign her job. If I was a real man but I'm a helpless wimp, who doesn't want to disturb them. I don't want to be in the way of her pleasure and happiness so I lay here thinking of him pushing his cock up into her womb with her wrapping her arms and legs around him, moaning in the pleasure his big cock is giving her. She wants him so there is nothing I can do to prevent her from having him. I lay back on the bed and reach into the night stand for the jar of vaseline that my wife purchased for me the week before. She must have known that I would be needing it tonight. I begin to masturbate, thinking of how lucky he is to be fucking my beautiful, sexual wife. I should hate him. I should go and fight with him but I'm helpless. She's my wife and he's fucking her with his big cock. He took her away from me. They cuckold me and all I can do is lay here with my jar of vaseline, masturbating and ejaculating all over myself, like the good cuckold that I am. Later tonight when I pick my wife up from work, her boss will be there. He will watch her give me a little kiss on my lips and he will smile to himself, knowing that earlier, her mouth was filled with his cock and semen. I always try to maintain my dignity by acting ignorant of what is going on but there are the smirks from his friends and employees, for everyone knows, that my wife is now his. After the first night that I picked her up, I now wait for her out in the car. ...