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“Cuckoldry can be great fun. Get involved in grooming her for her dates. Trimming her pubic hair, for example, can be a very strong submissive experience when you know that in a few hours another man will be enjoying the scenery. Help her choose clothes. Better still, go shopping with her for some sexy clothes that she can wear on dates. Get her an anklet that she can wear on her right ankle to signal that she is a hot wife. Bathe her and then rub her down with perfumed oils before her dates.” Tammy read aloud. Brian stood at the bottom of the bed. He had listened to her reading from the book that Pam had given her but his mind was elsewhere. Tammy was sat in the middle of the bed, naked except for a short red silk negligee; her legs were spread wide with her ankles crossed and he could see everything. Her pouting vulva lips and her protruding pink butterfly wings beckoned him. He too was naked and erect. She glanced up at him but didn’t seem to notice that he wanted her. “Come and sit down.” She said to him patting the side of the bed next to her as she returned her attention to the book. “When she returns home, welcome her with open arms. Don’t pry, but encourage her to describe her adventures. Hold and caress her, reassuring her that you love and support her and will always be there for her. In a wonderfully perverse way, cuckoldry can bring couples to a new level of intimacy.” She read aloud again. “Do not get caught up in guessing games. If she makes passionate love with you right before or right after she visits a lover, don’t torment her (or yourself) with questions such as “is she making love to me and using me as a surrogate for her lover.” The truth is that women have ample reserves of erotic energy. Celebrate the generous share that she gives you rather than question its source.” Tammy added. As he sat down next to her she reached for his erection. “This really is wonderful stuff.” She told him. Her eyes met his as she squeezed his cock gently. “It…….it………….it’s not for us Tammy.” He told her. “Maybe ok for Pam and Don but not for us.” “You don’t know till you try it.” She quipped as she moved her hand up and down his cock. Brian knew that she was interested in cuckolding him; she had been ever since the night of the barbeque at Pam and Don’s, when Pam told them that she had a lover and Don was okay with it. The drink had loosened her tongue that night and as they sat in the cool evening air with just the glow of the dying embers of the barbeque to serve as light, she had gone into great and intimate detail about it with Tammy. He had felt embarressed for Don, sitting there listening to her telling them how he slept in the spare bedroom while she slept with her lover in the marital bed. “Don loves to listen to us fucking, don’t you Don?” She laughed. Don just smiled and nodded. Brian thought he was a submissive fool. Tammy was still holding his gaze as she moved her clenched hand slowly up and down his shaft. “I think you would like it Brian.” She said softly. He shook his head not wanting her to stop. Her gaze returned to the book she held in her other hand and she began to read again. “ After a while come home late one night, wake him up, and force him to lick your stretched pussy. He’ll know immediately what you’ve been up to, but will not have time to think about it because your pussy will be right in front of his face. He’ll have no choice but to eat you. Once he’s gotten used to that, bring home your pussy filled with cum. Taking these steps will get your husband used to your infidelity and make it less of a shock when you finally bring a lover home. Once you finally bring him home, introduce your hubby to him as your boyfriend. By now your husband should know everything about your boyfriend and what you’ve been doing. Let your husband know that he is to be respectful at all times when your boyfriend is here and to do anything he says. Let your hubby know, “Tonight a real man will be fucking me, not you”. For the first couple of times, go to the bedroom with your lover and lock out your husband. Make sure you are noisy though. Having him comfortable with the sounds of you being fucked will make it easier for when he has to watch. He might even begin to anticipate watching you.” She said returning her gaze to him and increasing the pressure of her grip on his cock. Brian was getting close to the point of no return now. Still contuining her attention to his cock as she read again. “When you finally let him watch, do all sorts of nasty things with your lover that you’d never do with your husband. Worship your bull’s penis, voraciously suck it, deep throat him, comment on its size and how much larger it is than your husband’s. Let him fuck you roughly, let him cum almanbahis şikayet inside you, give him your ass as well. Transform yourself into the slut your husband can’t have and let him know that this all could have been him, but he willingly gave up his chance like an idiot. Keep your husband actively involved in his own humiliation. Make him beg your lover to fuck you. Make him suck your lover hard or have him put your lover’s dick in your pussy. Talk to him too, like, “Oh he’s so much bigger than you,” or “This is how a real man fucks your wife”. Whenever your husband is idle, don’t let him touch his penis, a good way to do this is to make him sit on his hands. Once your lover is finally finished with you, have your husband clean the juices off his penis with his tongue. Have him thank your bull for the great fucking he just gave you. Then make him crawl to you and clean up your used pussy.” She looked at him again. “You want that don’t you Brian?” She said. ”You would like to clean me after another man fucks me wouldn’t you? She asked as her hand gripped tighter. “It’s okay it’s nothing to be ashamed of; nothing wrong with pushing your tongue deep inside your wife’s pussy and licking up all that cum that another man has deposited there.” She said softly. Her words pushed him over the edge; he tried to stop himself; he tried to control himself; he tried his best to hold back but he couldn’t. His cum shot into the air and poured out over her hand as he groaned loudly. “There’s a good boy.” She told him as her hand continued to pump out his cum. “Let’s have every last drop.” As the sexual excitement receded he began to feel ashamed; ashamed that he had enjoyed the thought of his wife with another man. He also felt ashamed that he had let her gain control over him again. “I do love you, you know.” She told him as she reached over and kissed him. He welcomed her reassurance; he needed it, Brian had never felt as insecure as he had done over these past few weeks. “I don’t want another man touching you.” He told her gently. She kissed him again. “I know.” He kissed her again and apologised for not holding back before gently pushing her back on the bed. She had taken care of him now it was his turn to take of her. He ran his tongue slowly over her navel and down to her mound. It was bare; it had been for just over a year now since she had asked him to shave her. His tongue met a few bristles, it was time to shave her again, but that would wait for now. Tammy groaned as his tongue reached the small fleshy hood covering her clitty. She knew what was coming next; it would delve under it; lift it off her clitoris; uncover her; expose her, bare her for the assault to come. With his free hand he reached between her thighs, gently stroking her soft flesh, making her part her legs wider. Again, Tammy knew what was coming next; his fingers would enter her; his long fingers would slip deep inside; knuckle deep. His finger tips would find her g-spot and begin to caress her. With his tongue at her clitty and his fingers working inside her she would soon orgasm; her moans would get louder and louder until they became screams; her hips would buck and writhe until she reached a crescendo and then she would sob with joy. Brian found himself unusually hard again as he pulled his soaked hand away from her. He sat up and clambered between her legs, pushing his hands under her thighs to left them up in the process. “I’ll give you wanting another man.” He told her as he plunged into her. “No one can fuck you but me.” He told her as he slapped her thigh before beginning his long hard thrusts inside her. They came together quickly, both not wanting to hold back and take it slowly. This was lust; sheer lust and only a quick hard fuck would satisfy them both. There was no further talk of cuckoldry for the next few days but Brian got a shock when he went up to the bedroom late that Saturday afternoon and found her at her dressing table putting on make up. “Going out?” He asked nervously. “Yes, Pam invited me over to dinner.” She told him. “I did tell you.” “I….I….I don’t remember.” He responded. “I’ll get changed quickly.” “No Brian, it’s me that was invited.” Brian looked on in shock. “Oh.” “It’s just girly talk anyway. You would be bored.” “Who else is going?” He asked. Tammy continued to put on her lipstick. “I have no idea.” She told him. Fifteen minutes later she was gone and he was still in a state of shock. All sorts of things were running through his mind. All this talk of cuckoldry was sending his thoughts racing. He thought about going round there, they only lived a ten minute walk away, but he thought better of it. Perhaps it was all just innocent. Bored and at a loss about to do he went upstairs almanbahis canlı casino and picked up the ‘Cuckoldry Explained’ book lying on her bedside table and took it downstairs to read. Opening it at the page with the corner turned down he read quietly to himself. “Turning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband will be completely submissive. He will satisfy all your sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your life, allow you to sleep with whomever you wish, subject himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of course, love you unconditionally. But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most challenging things you ever do. The process is long, complicated, energy consuming, and by no means sure of success. The strain on your marriage will be unbelievable, and it may be weeks or months before you succeed. In the end though, it will be worth it. Hopefully this will help educate women on how to begin the wonderful journey of female domination and to hopefully relieve some of the apprehension that might prevent a woman from ever trying. After reading this it will be clearer that cuckolding your husband is not as hard as it seems, and that accomplishing this feat is more possible than you thought.” His emotions began to stir again. He read on. “The most common reason a women doesn’t cuckold her husband is that she thinks he’ll never go for it – that he’s not the type. This is such a myth that it must be dispelled immediately. Many cuckolds begin as ordinary husbands. Your husband may even be as manly as men come, but don’t worry, cuckolding is often a just a matter of helping your hubby discover his submissive side. Take heart in the fact that underneath all his machismo and pride, there is a cock loving wimp that is begging you to force him to do all sorts of nasty things.” Brian put the book down. It was all too much for him, but half an hour later he picked it up again. “Cuckolding changes everything about your relationship to your wife. Once a cuckold, always a cuckold. When she has crossed the threshold and no longer is your faithful wife you will have to deal with powerful feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. Consider carefully if you are ready to deal with these feelings before you encourage her to explore her erotic interests with other partners. Cuckolding solidifies your subordinate position. She has substantial erotic prerogatives that you do not have. Cuckolding also forces you to face the fact that you don’t satisfy all of her needs/desires. You must be prepared to acknowledge that her outside interest may be a better and more exciting lover and romantic partner than you. After all, you are the guy who folds her socks and he is the playmate with whom she can let off steam. Is your relationship strong enough that she will compartmentalize her love life and still invest time and energy into maintaining and strengthening your relationship. Are you an attractive enough person and lover so that she will want you to continue as her primary partner. There is inherent risk that cuckolding will result in her leaving you and you must fully understand and weigh that risk against the benefits of cuckolding. So, imagine the strongest feelings of jealousy and inadequacy that you have felt with her. Multiply by 5. Can you handle it?” No he couldn’t handle it. His emotions were tearing him apart; and yet with all that raging jealousy he was horny. The thought of her with another man was giving him an erection. He read on. “Cuckolding is scary for her too. She may have spent years out of the dating game and feel ill-equipped to navigate her way. She may be self-conscious about her body and looks and have doubts about her sexual attractiveness. She may fear rejection. It’s nerve-wracking to start dating again. What she doesn’t need at this time is an emotionally demanding primary partner. You must do your best to deal with your fears on your own. Devote your energy to pumping up her ego and sense of sexual worth. Praise her beauty, compliment her on her loveliness, and let her know that you find her to be sexy and interesting. Reassure her that you will continue to support her in her journey and make good on that promise. As she begins dating, you must be emotionally present, someone she can rely upon. Don’t pull back emotionally or physically. She needs your support, especially if a lover dumps her or someone spurns her advances.” He put the book down and got himself a drink and then picked it up again. It fell open at the real life expereinces section. “ Sunday night, Sally got ready. She showered and made herself ‘look pretty’ for her date. As she did, she had me feel almanbahis casino her, to make sure she was smooth enough for Ted. Watching her shave her bikini line, the message was unmistakable: her lover was going to see her, touch her, kiss her and lick her there, and she wanted her body to be ready for him. We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Sally got ready, I got her a glass of wine, then I unpacked and prepared the room: candles, and the bed turned down I also set a chair at the foot of the bed, that would be my place for the evening. Ted arrived, and I watched my wife kiss another man. Not an ‘air kiss,’ not a kiss on the cheek; she offered him her mouth, her tongue, and her body. He undressed her, kissing each part of her body as he exposed it. I saw him grow in his trousers, until he bulged out obscenely in anticipation of her body. He looked at her skin: her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples, her belly, her mound. I felt a twinge of jealousy as he saw, then touched, my wife’s body. She undressed him, pulling greedily at his underwear to expose his penis, and taking it into her mouth like a starving woman. He shuddered as she engulfed his penis with her mouth, and she, my wife, shuddered with delight at the pleasure she was giving him. They guided each other into the bed which I had neatly opened for them, and wrap their arms and legs around each other. Ted knelt between Sally’s legs, and gently massaged her breasts, her stomach, her legs. He took his time, savoring each moment, each touch. She gasped as he touched and licked her nipples, and when he removed his mouth, they pointed up at him with excitement. Before we arrived at the hotel, I had asked her about the possibility of him entering her without a condom, and she had rejected that idea completely. Yet as I watched, I saw her hips moving toward him, reaching out toward his penis which stood out between her legs as he massaged her belly. I thought, “If she doesn’t stop that, she’ll end up with him inside her.” Just as I had that thought, I heard her moan and saw his hips move forward. Her legs shot up in the air, he laid down on her, and suddenly my wife’s vagina was filled with the hard flesh of another man, uncovered and unprotected. Watching from the foot of the bed, I saw his naked penis slide in and out of her, and her natural lubrication glistened on him and flowed down from her pussy in streams. He fucked her gently, purposefully. She made noises which I had not heard in 18 years of making love to her, and saw in her face a look of surprise, excitement and wonder at the sensations which he was giving her. I heard my wife say, “My God, you are touching my womb.” She never said that to me, and I knew that she never would; I am not big enough. He fucked her slowly, then quickly. She kept saying, “You’re so big, you feel so good,” as well as other things which I could not hear, because she whispered them in his ear. At one point, I stood beside the bed and looked in her face. She was so beautiful, so alluring, so open, and it was for another man. She looked up at me, her arms and legs wrapped around his body, his penis deep inside her, and she said, “He really is better than you. God, he is SO much better than you!” As she returned her attention to her lover, there was not a doubt in my mind that she meant it. She came in his arms. I saw all the familiar signs of her approaching orgasm, but I could only see them; he felt them. He sucked on her nipple, and just as she came, he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her through her climax. His body tightened, his pace increased, and her moans turned into encouragement: “Cum in me. I want to feel you cum inside me.” I sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, as another man inseminated my wife. He came loudly, and hard; I could see his body contracting over and over as he pumped his semen into her. My wife had said this would absolutely, positively not happen; evidently she changed her mind, or he changed it for her. It was nothing he forced on her; she practically begged for it. She wanted it so much; she wanted him so much; she wanted to pleasure him, so very much. When they finished, and finally separated, Sally spread her legs and called me over. At their command, I approached her pussy; it was like all the creampie pictures I had ever seen, with milky liquid clinging to every fold, and flowing slowly out of her vagina. But this was no picture, and no anonymous woman: it was real, it was my wife’s vagina, and it was Ted’s semen. The smell was dank, bitter; I hesitated, and the two of them laughed, hugging and kissing each other while they made fun of my problem. “Go ahead, clean me up,” she insisted. So as my wife kissed her lover, I licked his semen from her lips. I tried not to gag as the semen flowed into my mouth, and I realized that what I saw and tasted was just the overflow; he had cum deeply inside her (deeper than I ever had), and what I licked up was only what would not fit in her vagina, her womb.