Cuckold

Walter knew his wife was a witch before their wedding! And he knew his mother was also a witch! Once, in an argument, she turned him into a 6 inches tall naked man in front of his wife and told him to get used to it if he wasn’t man enough to keep his wife from getting black! The mother of Veronica’s hinterland was a little racist. However, after Veronica returned to her small and thin me on the way back to town and apologized for what her mother did, he could say that she was secretly satisfied with the experience!

A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his imminent arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would be here to stay just 48 hours. She sighed deeply in frustration. Twice before she came to see him. The first time, several years earlier, it had been soundly rejected. It hurt her. The second was during a visit when he had undergone surgery on his shoulder. I can’t really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was suffering a lot. But she and Greg had talked to him several times as the man she could be with. It was certainly one of his fantasies. If it were to become a reality, it would be another story.

Ray, my husband was on the move. I was several hours away from where he was staying. He called all the time and I went down to town the weekend to spend time with him. I’ve always had a very active sex life and my husband was very active too. We’ve had sex all the time. We are open-minded enough and shared our fantasies openly but never really experienced them. The closest thing was in a hot tub. One night, we kissed like another couple. My husband had one of me with another man. I must say I found it attractive but I thought it was fantasy.

We sat at McDonalds’ to talk while she was eating her double cheese burger. We talked about everything, the George Straight and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, the things we all lived through. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting her to get her towels for catching up with her burger. Finally, after a while, he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she quickly answered yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a bitch. She always looked that way to my knowledge. It measures a little more than 5 feet with big tits. Whoever needs a bra to restrain them and prevent undue disturbance. It’s not a striking beauty, but she has that look that guys know. Could be a bad girl for the good guy. Her big mouth and stinking lips add to her slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I met her before I married her.

Life is weird! As a great firm lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court, I met an old girlfriend; Actually, I had hoped she’d be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name while she was sitting in my office, she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn’t forget a skinny kid, little geek after all. Then we shared the usual stories of the past. Who married, divorced.

I knew very soon that I didn’t make her happy. Our sex drives seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and she finished school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around emails to my friends and family, 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, supposed to be the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. She also spent many weekends out of town with her school clubs and visited her mother.

My wife is a charming woman, with long burning red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she has 5'8 with long legs in shape. Its silhouette is perfect with full and firm breasts measuring 39" that require a D-cup bra. His hips also measure 39" but there is no ounce of fat on it. She has the softest, tightest and rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Even though her broad hips give her a big ass, her small size of 24" ends on her hour glass silhouette.

It happened in the mid-1990s, when I was dating a beautiful little biker girl. I was only in the biker scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My then girlfriend, Jane, was already a long-time biker, in the rally scene too and had friends in many clubs. I loved her madly; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, perfect little round tits and a slim and girly silhouette. However, she had a harder edge for her; She was quite outgoing and self-assertive, and had this kind of flirtation and jealousy about her that no man of red blood could fail to fall for.

I met Jane on the Internet. At the time, we were both married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and useless to say that my sexual energies were beyond belief. An occasional glans in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was equal for the class. Jane was married to a very conservative man who essentially wanted sex with missionaries twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for 3 months and during these three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. We thought we’d never meet, so we let ourselves go online. I write emails to Jane asking her to finish them. She’s already finished them. One of my fantasies was to be Dominate on Jane and make her do some slutty stuff. A fantasy I started was to take Jane to a sneaky club and make her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking all the guys in the club.