Although I haven’t been able to please my wife in bed since the beginning, she’s only recently become a hotwife. I haven’t wanted to claim my true title and place in life, and admit that I’m a cuckold. To do so is to admit that I like listening to my wife being pleasured. But is cuckolding something I can finally admit that I want? Will I beg to watch them? Or will the humiliation be too much…
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I reach for my pillow. Between 11:00 and 11:30 is what I call my lucky time - a brief period in which I get to lie in my own bed, relax, and just enjoy being intimate with Bella. But as soon as the clock strikes the half-hour, she becomes an impatient, nagging woman.
But that’s okay because, like she said, I know why.
The rest of the night is for her and Xander. That’s her lover, her ‘real man.’ Me? I’m not a real man. I’m…I don’t know what I am, really. There’s a word for it, the perfect word to describe my situation, but I’d much rather not use it. To have it tagged to me would make me feel like a total failure. Yes, I know I am a total failure, but I don’t want to have it weigh down on my thoughts all the time.
Although I haven’t been able to please my wife in bed since the beginning, she’s only recently become a hotwife. I haven’t wanted to claim my true title and place in life, and admit that I’m a cuckold. To do so is to admit that I like listening to my wife being pleasured. But is cuckolding something I can finally admit that I want? Will I beg to watch them? Or will the humiliation be too much…
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I reach for my pillow. Between 11:00 and 11:30 is what I call my lucky time - a brief period in which I get to lie in my own bed, relax, and just enjoy being intimate with Bella. But as soon as the clock strikes the half-hour, she becomes an impatient, nagging woman.
But that’s okay because, like she said, I know why.
The rest of the night is for her and Xander. That’s her lover, her ‘real man.’ Me? I’m not a real man. I’m…I don’t know what I am, really. There’s a word for it, the perfect word to describe my situation, but I’d much rather not use it. To have it tagged to me would make me feel like a total failure. Yes, I know I am a total failure, but I don’t want to have it weigh down on my thoughts all the time.