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DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE
TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR
BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE
LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

NOTE OF THANKS: This story was inspired by an
idea from a reader who wishes not to be identified.

STORY: The Hudsons
Author: C.D.E.

"Now mommy is going out for a little while, so you be
a good little boy for daddy. Okay sweetie?" My wife was
speaking baby talk to our nine month old son before handing
him to me. "And who knows, we might soon have you a brand
new little baby brother or sister on the way." She
whispered to him again as I held him. He was happily nursing
on a bottle.
Our son was of course too young too understand what
she was talking about, but I knew full well, and cringed
helplessly.
"Luv you darling, don't wait up." She said after a
pecking me on the forehead before walking toward the front
door and out to a waiting car. Her perfume and the
enticing sight of her beauty in that thigh high party dress
caused me the utmost pride that she was my wife, even if
she was another man's woman.
My name is Jerry Hudson. My wife Judy and I have been
married for five years. Over that time, a series of
significant events have happened. I have finally resorted
to gathering my thoughts and recollections and writing them
down to see if I can make sense out of all that's occurred.
Judy and I met after I graduated from the state
university. We both were working at a company fifty miles
from my home town. She was the most beautiful girl that
I'd ever had a chance to meet and talk with. I never had
much luck with girls in high school or college so when Judy
and I started having lunch and subsequent dates, I was
walking on air so to speak.
We had so much in common. We were both Catholic. We
talked quite a bit about our religion. We both were strong
believers but not really devout. We liked many of the same
movies and books. I wondered for a while whether or not if
she was a virgin. During a date when we were petting very
heavily and I got bold enough to gingerly place my hand on
her size 38 mammary endowments. She took my hand and
moved it around her delightful chest and then pushed it
away.
"Satisfied?" She said afterwards smiling at me. I
was blushing, as this was a very bold thing for me to do.
The moment of me going further seemed to be broken.
To my surprise, she started talking about sex and how far
our religion says we should go. She let me know she was
not a virgin.
I took her revelation that all was not loss and this
was the green light to go further. Instead, she wanted to
know if I was a virgin. I tried to be evasive, after all
there aren't many guys who go around broadcasting their
virginity.
"You're a virgin aren't you? I know you well enough
to see in your face you don't want to admit it." She said
as she looked me deep in the eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes
were so intense as she gazed at me.
I never came out and said I wasn't, but through a
series of interrogative questions, she got me to admit to
two failures in which I never got to actually put it in
either of the girls that took their panties off for me.
"You're still a virgin then." She said which caused me
to blush even more as she kissed me with a broad smile on
her face.
I however, didn't reveal that one reason I was still
a virgin was premature ejaculation with the first girl and
the second, my date laughed at how small I was. I was too
embarrassed to continue and try to sex her. Especially as
my date had straddled my head and basically forced me to
eat her out. Then after she got off, she had me carry her
home and basically said not to call her again, unless I
wanted to eat her as she was impressed by the good head I
gave her.
I did call her to see if we could go out again, but
she insisted that I would only be guaranteed tongue time in
her pussy. I was humiliated, but I did do as she wanted,
even though she'd opened her legs for many, many guys on
campus. I promised her to secrecy, but my dorm roommate,
Jim, a notorious campus stud got her to tell him about me
and her. Well more about that later, but back to Judy and
I.
"Jerry you want to get in my panties don't you? Don't
be shy, admit it."
Judy's boldness caught me off guard and had the effect
of subduing my aggressiveness once I found out she was more
experienced than me and especially after she'd given me the
third degree.
"Since we were getting closer, I-I thought it'd be
good for both of us." I replied nervously and meekly.
She then put her hand in mine as she spoke.
"Jerry I do like you a lot too. But I do want to know
you better. The other thing is that I like the fact that
you're a virgin, and that if we go on to eventually get
married, I want you to come to our wedding bed that way."
"W-What! Y-You can't be..." I muttered in disbelief.
"Yes, I am serious. If you love me and want this
relationship to grow, you'll not ask me to have intercourse
until we're married."
I could see the determined look in her face as she
went on to tell me that it was also a good testament to our
religion also.
"Even though I've failed to keep my virginity, there
is no reason we both have to fail."
Her words, while noble were not quite what I wanted to
hear.
"J-Judy, I-I applaud you a-and know you mean well, but
please d-don't make me wait that long. I-I love you and
w-well think it would do us both..." She cut me off
again.
"No dice Jerry, if you really love me, you wait. If
you don't love me and want to break this relationship off,
then I'll let you have some and then we say goodbye. Which
way do you want it?" Her voice changed. Her tone cowed me
as I pondered this rather unexpected and unusual turn of
events.
I of course wanted to see her again. She was the best
thing ever to happen to me. I caved in and agreed to her
demands.
"I know you love me now. For that I'm going to let
you see my pussy. I know you want too." She said as she
stood up and without the least bit of embarrassment pulled
her panties off, threw them at me and raised her skirt.
The sight of her well trimmed dark bush was like
holding up a steak to a starving man. My mouth got
watery and my throbbing prick pulsed.
"You like?"
"Y-Y-Yes. Y-You're beautiful."
"While there'll be no intercourse, I will permit you
to lick it if you wish to." Judy said with a strange but
broad smile on her face.
She didn't have to say more. I was drawn to her
crotch like a magnet. The enticing musk scent smell of her
sex invaded my nostrils.
"OOOH YEEESSSSS!" She cried out as my tongue and lips
made contact with her juicy pussy lips. She grasped the
back of my head and held me for almost twenty minutes as
she got off twice to my oral activity.
"That was delightful Jerry. You give great head. I
know you and I are going to get along well."
As she was tired and ready to go to sleep, she was
going to show me out of her apartment as I brought up the
idea that maybe she would do the same favor for me, since
oral sex was not technically intercourse.
"No Jerry, me doing that for you is much more like
intercourse than what you did, since you'd be penetrating
my mouth. No I won't suck you off, but next time I'll jerk
you off."
"N-Next time? Can you do..."
"Not tonight darling. I'm too tired. I want to go to
bed and reminisce on how well you ate me out. You'll have
to take care of your problem yourself until we get
together next time."
With that we kissed and said goodnight. I went home
with blue balls and found relief with my hand. As I
stroked, I thought of eating her tasty pussy.

NEXT DATE

"That was a wonderful concert Jerry and the dinner was
superb. I'd never been to that restaurant before." Judy
said as we settled down on her couch after an evening out.
We continued to talk and watched TV as we snuggled and
petted. Again, at the throbbing urgency of my prick. I
asked her if she wanted to reconsider sex.
"If you do, we never see each other again. I think
you want to get rid of me. Is all you want to do is get in
my panties? Do you want me or just my pussy!" Her tone
was belligerent. I knew I'd said the wrong thing. I
quickly apologized.
"That's better. Next time Jerry sweetie, don't let
your prick get the better of you." She chided me.
It took a while but we got back in the mood. I could
tell our petting was having an effect on her. Soon she
placed her hand on her thigh and gently slid it right up to
her hot moist cunt. She wasn't wearing any panties.
I caressed her warm hairy sex with my fingers. Soon
she guided me to my knees as she laid back and urged me on
to love her with my mouth. I was now doing with my tongue
and lips I'd previously done with my fingers. I loved the
gyrating motion of her crotch on my face and her moans of
enjoyment was such sweet music. I delighted in pleasing
her this way.
About 15 minutes later I got her off and this time I
was treated to the action of her soft hands on my throbbing
prick. She jerked me off into a wad of tissue. It was
most delightful.
We nuzzled afterwards and I felt so close and cozy
with her. A feeling like I'd never had before. We both
professed our deep love for each other.

HER NEED FOR REAL SEX

Judy and I dated fairly steady, and each weekend we
had our own type of sexual pleasure. I'd suck her pussy
and she'd jerk me off.
About two months after our first sexual adventure,
people at work knew we'd become some what of an item. Then
I heard something that disturbed me greatly.
I was in a restroom stall in a different part of the
plant and overheard a couple of guys at the sink talking.
"Yeah, that poor sap Jim doesn't know Tom Hall is
screwing Judy and giving him help he doesn't know about."
I overheard the two men say as they left chuckling.
Tom Hall, handsome with a gift to gab, had a
reputation of being a lady killer for both married and
single women.
I was no good for the rest of the day. I pondered for
hours how to broach the matter with Judy.
To add fuel to my turmoil, Judy had been out several
times over the past few weeks with some girl friends of
hers, when I wanted to go out with her to catch a movie.
My mind ran amuck with suspicion until I got myself under
control. I decided to wait until the next weekend when we
were scheduled to have our regular Saturday night date.
After we had our usual sex, I nervously let her know
of the silly rumor about someone that resembled her being
involved with Tom Hall.
"I was wondering if word was going to get back to you
about Tom and me. How long have you known darling?" She
asked without the least bit of surprise.
"Y-You m-mean it-it's t-true?" I stammered in shock.
"Yes darling it is. I'd planned on telling you, but
it never seemed the right time to do so. Plus I was afraid
of you wanting to stop loving me the way you do."
"B-But why? Is it-it over between us? Y-You d-don't
love me anymore?"
"Jerry darling I love you very much. And no it's not
over between us. And as to why, well darling, I hope you
understand what I'm about to say. Darling, you're the
virgin, I'm not. I have these needs and urges that must be
taken care of, that's why I'm dating Tom on the side. Yes
I know he's a pussy hound, and a good cocksman too, I might
add. That's what I need now. Don't worry darling, my
heart belongs to you, even if I let him play with my pussy.
As soon as we're married, it'll be over with him".
"What!" I cried out.
"Honey, I love you, that's why I want to marry you as
a virgin. Since you've basically committed to remain that
way for me, I have to have more than your tongue in the
mean time."
We talked for a very long time about this situation.
She was adamant that I remain a virgin and that Tom meant
nothing more than sexual intercourse.
When I raised objection to continuing to giving her
head, as she continued dating Tom, she wouldn't hear of
that either.
I thought hard about doing as she wanted. Her logic,
even though humiliating to me, was reasonable. She was the
best thing that ever happened to me so I gave in and
pretended to not hear the whispers at work behind my back.
Eight months later when we got married, rumors had it
that Judy was sleeping around with three other guys at
work. She convinced me not to worry about such malicious
drivel and she assured me that she was still mine
irrespective of all the silly rumors. However, as I think
back over matters, she never denied the accusations.
After the wedding, she switched jobs for better pay at
a different company and I felt better about that.
I was in seventh heaven for having such a beautiful
bride and being able to enjoy my conjugal privileges.
However, it was apparent I didn't have the stamina to
please Judy with just my virgin prick. It took a
combination of my mouth and cock to do so. Tonguing her
pussy after I'd given her my five minutes of intense
screwing usually ended up in me also eating out my own jism
to get her off.
I really didn't like doing that, but she enjoyed it,
so I got accustomed to doing it for her. After all,
nothing was too good for this goddess I married.

AN OLD COLLEGE BUDDY COMES TO TOWN

Shortly after we married, my friend Jim, who was my
dorm mate at the university looked me up after moving to
town.
I really didn't want Jim anywhere around Judy. I sort
of looked at Jim as a so-so friend, but knew he was an
opportunist. I was afraid he might get Judy interested in
desiring being with more studs like she was going with
before we got married.
You see, Jim was hung and quite a pussy hound.
From the first time Jim came over to dinner, which he
kind of invited himself to, I could see the vibes between
he and Judy. I knew I had to put a stop to it.
When he wanted to come over the second time, I let him
know that we were too busy and that we would call him when
it was a better time.
"You just don't want me around that gorgeous wife of
yours. Are you insecure Jerry? Do you want her to know
about some of the things you did back at the university?"
"J-Jim you wouldn't bring that up would you? Besides,
who'd believe you?"
"Get serious Jerry. You know your face would give you
away the first time I mention about you and the campus
slut."
"S-Stop it Jim. You know that's not true. Don't you
even t-think about saying..."
"Only if you agree to me coming back over. Look, can
you really handle that much woman? How are you holding on
to her with your little pecker. Can she even feel it? I
know you're eating her to get her off, aren't you?"
"Stop it Jim!"
"Tell you what good buddy. If I don't make a pass to
her others will do it or are doing it. You may be getting
some help you don't know about already."
His word hit home like a thunderbolt. The possibility
wasn't that remote and I knew it.
"Jim don't even go there I-I don't want to hear. . ."
He cut me off and went on talking.
"Tell you what. Why not let me have a go at her and
I'll tell you if she yields into temptation. You'd never
know about what she's doing with strangers. Jerry you've
got a golden opportunity to get the real low down on her.
Don't blow it. Besides, she'd probably leave you anyway if
I tell her about your taste for..."
"Stop it Jim! You know that not true. You know you
tricked me when I was drunk a-and took that Polaroid of me
with Kathy."
"Drunk or not, you did so, and quite well I might add.
She said you swallowed every drop."
"I hope you got r-rid of that Polaroid. You used it
to blackmail me into doing your homework for two years.
I'm not as easily intimidated now as I was then. So don't
even. . ."
"I lost it, but I know you. The mere discussion of the
incident will have you face bright red and you'll look
guilty as sin as she questions you whether you're a latent
pervert, that is, for eating the campus slut out after
she'd pulled a train at that frat party. What was it, 16
guys creamed in her? Do you want your pretty wife to know
about your taste for such spermy snacks, Jerry old buddy?"
"Okay! Okay! I-I'll go along with your program.
B-But Jim, you have to give me your word that you won't
tell her anything about that incident."
"My lips are seal."
"A-And Jim, y-you're not to go all the way. I-I just
want to know if-if you can find evidence of..."
"Don't worry Jerry, I'll fill you in what happens.
Bye buddy".
Jim came by a few more times. I knew from my
conversations with Judy she found him interesting and
admired his good looks. It pained me to hear her say that.
I wasn't prepared for what she said next after Jim had
been over for dinner about a week later.
"Jerry honey, you know I love you dearly. But I have
a favor to ask."
"Sure hon, what is it as I sat on the patio sipping
lemonade one evening.
"Would you get terribly upset if I went to bed with
Jim?"
I almost choked on my lemonade and ended up spitting
out what was in my mouth.
"J-Judy y-you can't be serious." I sputtered.
"Darling, I was afraid of this and I wanted to find a
way to tell you, but I need more than you're doing for me
in bed. Don't get upset. I know before we got married, I
had other, er, I mean another man on the side, and I told
you about that. With us being married I thought my need
for another man would go away. Darling, understand, I
truly love you, but from what you tell me, Jim may can help
us out here."
I had told her about Jim being a playboy, more for her
to be on guard against him rather than as advertisement.
We talked for a long while. I guess I was always
afraid of this coming up after discovering it took so much
more effort to satisfy her in bed than I envisioned. I
mentally lamented that I wished she was getting me help on
the outside and me not knowing about it rather than for me
to know about Jim and her fucking each other.
"Jerry, you know we have something special. After
all, I wouldn't have wanted you to be a virgin when we got
married. I went with other, er, another man until we were
married to insure that you would be that way on our wedding
day. You know I love you, otherwise would I have done
that? You know my heart is yours. Nobody can take that
from you."
Her wording of what she was trying to say didn't quite
come out the way she wanted - I think - but I knew she
meant well in telling me my saving myself for her was
special. The bad thing was that it was clear, very clear,
that while nobody could take her heart from me, her pussy
apparently was up for grabs.
I was very dejected at her request, but she did make a
similar case, as Jim did, that is about her extramarital
activity being with someone that was a friend and not a
stranger.
I cursed myself as I heard myself utter the words
agreeing to her to become adulterous with Jim.
True to his word, Jim let me know a few days later
that he'd scored.
I cringed at his words.
"You've got one hot lady there Jerry. I mean really
hot. But I think I managed to cool her down a bit. But
look, is it true what she told me about you giving her the
okay for me and her?"
Answering him was the hardiest thing I'd ever done. I
felt so downtrodden and emotionally drained after hanging
up the phone. The other thing that got me upset was the
erection I got after telling him he basically had free rein
to screw my wife.

GOOD NEWS BAD NEWS

Jim became a regular at our house and in my wife.
It was really tough looking him in the face whenever
he came over to be with her or for them to go out of town
on dates. They were at least discreet enough to do that
and not be seen by the local folks, including our families.
Judy said her doctor took her off the pill due to side
effects. She started using a diaphragm as her chief means
of birth control. I wanted Jim to use condoms in addition
to that, but they both voted me down on that. She assured
me that the diaphragm along with a spermicide would protect
her.
"Jerry honey, I don't use spermicide with the
diaphragm when we make love cause that would interfere with
you eating me out. So I'm really only risking getting
pregnant from you. Anyway, I just love your tongue on my
pussy. I have to have that."
I'm sure she didn't mean for it to come across the way
it did, but she said "Men like Jim, don't eat pussy, so the
spermicide is not an issue with him."
I didn't bother to ask for any clarification. I'd
come to the conclusion that some things are better not
explored. I had enough emotional issues to deal with as it
was.
It'd had been six months with Jim being a regular
third party in our marriage. I didn't ask my wife much
about their relationship, it was just too painful for me to
get further details on my cuckoldry. I just sort of let
her or Jim volunteer details to me, even though I was dying
to know.
What I eventually found out devastated me. Jim was
sexing her almost two to three times to my once a week
efforts. I was so alarmed I asked Jim if the relationship
was becoming more than just sex.
"I guess there is some emotional attachment, but look
buddy, I wouldn't dream of trying to take her from you.
I'm not the marrying type." His words did comfort me
somewhat.
A few days later another big event came about which
gave me even greater satisfaction. My wife announced we
were going to have a baby.
We hadn't planned on one so soon, but I was overjoyed.
Little did I know that my joy would turn to anguish and
agony nine months a year later.
Judy assured me she was certain the baby was mine.
To my surprise, both our mothers came over to meet
with Judy and me to ask the same question.
"Son, we didn't say anything, but we knew about Jim
being the other man in your marriage." My mom said.
You don't have to feel ashamed about needing help with
your bedroom obligations. More marriage would be stronger
if all husbands got such help." My mother-in-law added.
Their praise was well meaning, but caught me by
complete surprise and caused me the greatest discomfort
while sitting beside my Judy, as she lovingly held my hand.
She looked radiant.
"However, we wanted to be sure you two are ready to
deal with the possibility that the baby may be Jim's." Mom
went on to say.
I'd never given it the least thought of what I would
do if it was his. I didn't want to. But our moms got me
to swear that I would accept the baby as my own and not
hold it against the child. I gave my word.
As the women were leaving, mom joked with me and said
that maybe it wouldn't be bad if the baby was Jim's since
she was sure he and my wife would make a prettier baby than
she and I. I couldn't believe my ears. My own mother was
dumping on me.
"Don't fret or get upset. I'm just joking. You know
I love you and Judy and will be a good grandma to whatever
the baby looks like." She said kissing me on the cheek
before she left.
Judy got really swollen and after the first sonogram,
it was revealed she was carrying twins and they appeared to
be fraternal.
We both were elated and made the additional plans.
Both our parents were also overjoyed.
All the family was there when Judy was delivering at
the hospital. I got the usual praise and congrats from
all. I was on cloud nine.
After about three months the babies facial feature
began to fully come out, it was painfully obvious, Jim was
the biological father of our children. They both resembled
him very much.
My wife explained it as an accident, but almost in the
same voice praised the virility of Jim's sperm to fight
through the spermicide and around the diaphragm. I was
hurt.
Our mothers were present at the time and they too
seemed more concerned with praise for Jim than consolation
for me. I sat silent and insignificantly as the three
women doted over the babies.
Upon leaving, the two moms, sternly reminded me of my
sworn pledge. I'd never known them both to look so
serious. I meekly reassured them. "The children are just
like my own and I will treat them the same way." I meekly
said as they took in every word.
They both hugged and kissed me before they left saying
what a "good daddy I was going to make."
Jim seem to become a bit more cocky. He did console
me slightly for what happened. I guess if you call him
saying "tough break" as an act of consolation. He never
really apologized. I at least expected him or my wife to do
that. I just thought it would be a good gesture.
As the kids grew, they began to call Jim "Uncle Jim".
Over time, I settled in as the true doting father.
The kids grew on me, and Jim and my wife grew closer. She
became his main source of sexual pleasure.
The members of both our families knew about him being
the kids real father and they knew or suspected he was also
the real man in the bedroom.
I tried to persevere as best I could and deal with the
kids and my cuckoldry.
Judy was still loving and affectionate toward to me,
but in one way or another Jim ended up being a part of our
conversation when were together. I tried to prevent and
discourage it, but it was no use. I gave up.
I was really worried about him taking her away from
me, but they both assured me that wasn't in the plans. It
was still just sex, so they both said. I was somewhat
relieved, which helped make my cuckold existence as
tolerable as possible under the circumstances.

A DAY IN THE LIFE

When Jim and my wife wanted to be alone for sex, I of
course babysat the twins. Sometimes the kids were over at
one or the other of their grand parents.
My wife typically wanted me in the house when she was
getting screwed by Jim especially if the kids were over at
our parent's place, and I didn't have babysitter
responsibilities. Her belief that as her husband, I should
expect to be near her, even if I couldn't be in her.
My counter arguments never seem to impress her and she
just accused me of not being supportive of her needs and
being ashamed of what she had to do to make up for my
shortcomings.
These spirited discussions, with her providing the
zest in them, were often done with Jim present. While she
berated me for wanting to desert her when she needed me, he
just listened and smiled smugly seeming to enjoy my
embarrassment and torment.
I often gave in and stayed after being browbeaten by
her that I'd be less than a man if I didn't stay around
while another man fucked my wife.
To make matters worse, my wife didn't try in the least
to restrain her loud cries of enjoyment as she achieved
multiple orgasms. She made no secret that Jim got her off
several times, compared to my one. I had to use a
combination of my prick and mouth to do even that and she
was not shy about letting Jim know that.
One day they were really going at it and I had just
finished doing the dishes and was sitting down to enjoy TV.
I'd hoped to leave before Jim came over, but my wife
got to me first. I had to stay if I didn't want to get
another lecture about deserting her when she needed me
most.
Well just as I got comfortable, she called me into the
room. This was unusual, so I rushed in.
I'd only glimpsed Jim and my wife making out from a
distance, but never up close.
I was not prepared for what I saw when I entered the
room. The air was permeated with the smell of hot sex.
The sight of Jim's big prick, even soft, looked like it was
three times the size of mine, laid languidly between his
legs as he laid back on the stack of pillows behind his
back.
Judy, my wife was laying back, legs parted. Her hairy
crotch was messy, to say the least, with thick jism
rivulets slowly oozing out of her bruised vulva lips.
My eyes went right to the sights before me. I stood
there momentarily before I inquired what I was being
summoned for,
"Do you like to see my cunt so well satisfied
darling?" My wife said.
"I-I heard you c-called. Is-Is every thing o-okay?"
I intentionally avoided her pointed question."
"Everything is very well. So well in fact that I
wanted to see if you wanted to join in and add to our, well
really my good feelings." She ran her finger through her
sloppy, gloppy, jism leaking cunt lips, reddish in color
and inflamed from all the use Jim had subjected it to.
"I-If you want a drink or something I-I'll..."
"I want to offer you a drink... well it's really more
like a meal it's so thick. You see darling, I want you to
be a part of the good way Jim makes me feel. I want you to
eat me out.
I had to sit down in the near by chair. My knees got
weak. Her words hit me hard. At that moment it seem as
the past flashed before me and hit like a thunderbolt. The
sight of the campus slut's squishy jism saturated bush
popped into my mind. Had Jim broken his promise and told my
wife about the incident from my past?
"J-Judy... I-I, er, y-you d-don't mean f-for me t-to
a-actually..."
"Yes darling. I want you to come over here and love
me with your mouth and share the moment with me.
I began to perspire and my voice cracked as I
stammered out my reluctance. It was then that Jim
interceded.
"C'mon Jerry, lets go talk for a minute. We'll be
back in a minute baby." He said getting up out of bed and
giving a quick wink to my wife. He walked over to me with
his wet, cum and pussy juice coated, dick swinging like a
small club between his legs. He grabbed me by the
shoulder, literally pulling me out of the room back into
the kitchen.
"Y-You told her didn't you? You bastard?"
He denied that he did, He said it was her idea and
that she'd mentioned to him wanting me do it several times
before.
"She's had one more martini than she normally drinks,
she's feeling mellow and less inhibited right now. So
why not go ahead and indulge her?" He replied.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Me being your clean up
man too wouldn't you? It's bad enough you've almost taken
over my house as well as my wife, a-and that you're t-the
f-father of our kids." I blurted out angrily.
"Calm down Jerry, calm down." He said as he got up to
get a drink. As he stood up, the sight of his big dick
again seem to punctuate his influence over me and the
household.
After getting a beer, he returned to the table.
"Jerry, I understand how you feel. I do. But you
have to understand, your wife loves you in a special way.
But it's a type of love that'd only work between you and
her. I couldn't hang with it. I'm made up differently. I
wouldn't even dream of putting up with what you put up
with. But you want her. You love her. I don't. I just
enjoy helping you keep her. It's fun. I know you've
worried about me taking her away. Not me. Now maybe
somebody else would want to come in, and take over her and
your house and the kids and have you paying child support
and alimony, and taking care of them and your ex-wife. So
there you'd be, without her and having to support her and
another man. But at least I'm your friend and I haven't
had her kick you out or alienate her affections for you.
She needs you Jerry, and you her. Go suck her pussy. Go
fight to keep your wife. You could have somebody else in
here who could possibly have her kick you out. You'd be
miserable and not even getting what you're getting in the
way of sex now. You'd be getting nothing."
Jim always had a way with words. But in all his fast
talk, influenced by alcohol, he was throwing on me, there
was a thread of logic. I knew what he was trying to say.
I lamented at having to doing what he was encouraging me to
do. I seemed to have sunk so low in the cause of love for
the woman I loved.
"In order to help you keep another man out of your
life and save your marriage, if you don't willingly go in
there and do your husbandly duty, namely clean my jism from
her cunt, I'll tell her you cleaned the spent jism of, what
was it, 16 strange loads from some slut's snatch, but won't
do if for her with only one man's load. Maybe you're a
pervert that need gang bang pussy. I'll tell her that."
He started to get up. I stopped him.
"L-Look J-Jim. P-Please d-don't tell her. S-She'd
never let me live it down. P-Please." I pleaded
pathetically.
"Then go do your duty. I'll stay out here while you
go give her want she needs."
I returned to the bed room and sat on the edge of the
bed. The smell of sex in the air was still strong. My wife
was still in the same position as I left. The only
difference, more of Jim's copious whitish slimy load had
leaked out. The contrast with her dark dense hairy bush
was striking.
She asked what Jim and I were talking about. I
avoided her question and instead nervously asked if she was
still serious about me going down on her the way she was.
"Of course I am darling. I know how much you like
eating me out anyway. I'd like for you to do me when I'm
full after Jim's done me. I think it would be so romantic.
I got tired of thinking about it, so I finally got up
enough nerve to say so."
When I tried to convey to her how humiliating it would
be for me to suck up another man's spent cum, and how she'd
even lose respect for me, she put a jism coated finger to
my lips to quiet my words. She then simply looked at me
with her enticing blue eyes and said "you're afraid you'll
like it want you?"
"W-What?" I replied, caught off guard by her.
"You're afraid that it'll be so good you can't
willingly stop. You think you'll get addicted won't you.
Prove to me you're man enough to do it and not become a cum
eating sissy from doing me like this."
I tried to protest her implied characterization about
my manhood, but the way she looked at me and while putting
my manliness in question with a simple dare, was so
intimidating. I knew she knew that it was a sensitive
point with me anyway.
Nothing I said to dissuade her logic seemed to matter.
To her it was simple. I had to prove to her I was man
enough to eat up another man's sperm, out of her well
fucked cunt, and not be affected by it.
Why I didn't just walk out of there like a man I don't
know. Instead I proved to my wife what a man I was by
going down on her and sucking up the copious slimy remains
of her and Jim's fuck juices.
I remembered the taste from my college encounter with
the campus slut. The smell was much stronger with my nose
buried deep in her soft wet, hairy, soft, plumped labia.
The taste wasn't bad and not unpleasant. Her gyrations of
her hairy crotch against my face and her grasping of my
head combined with the loud pleasurable moaning from her,
seem to add to the total experience, even though I didn't
desire it. I must've been there a good 20 minutes before
she got off with a rousing come.
She relaxed her hands on my head and I pulled my face
from her wet hairy pussy. It was then that I first detected
Jim standing there. He was smiling at me as I looked at
him surprised. My face went immediately red. I knew I
could never look at him in the eyes again. He had watched
me eat up his fuck juice. I felt an inch high.
I know I looked a sight with his spent cum and pussy
juice smeared around my face.
"That was soooo gooooood Jerry darling." Judy said in
a very sensuous moaning manner. "Thanks for proving me
just how much a man you're are." She added. Somehow, her
statement seemed to have a double meaning, but it didn't
matter, what was done was done.
"Now darling, why don't you leave me and Jim alone.
I'll call you back later when you can be romanticize me
some more." She said reaching over to kiss Jim as he
crawled back into bed. I was agasp at the size of his
jutting erection. I'd never seem him erect before.
As I walked out of the room leaving the two to their
next round of sexing, I wondered how she could take all of
his big cock. It was clear now why she seemed so much
looser after he came on the scene.

THE EAVESDROPPING EPISODE

One day I accidentally left an important business
chart at home. After lunch I decided to run by the house
and pick it up on the way to see a client.
At about one-thirty I arrived at home and noticed
Jim's car in the driveway. Since he was virtually a member
of our marriage, I wasn't totally surprised. I assumed he
must've taken the afternoon off from work. I was saddened
to see it there because generally Judy would tell me when
she's expecting to see him or go out on dates with him.
Sex with them was far more spontaneous than me and
her. My batteries just didn't recharge as quick as Jim's.
Anyway, I went in since I needed the chart for the
meeting with my client in a few hours.
I opened the front door, went in, and was about to
announce my presence when a chorus of loud moans and groans
came from the direction of the master bedroom. They were
so loud it was easy for me to walk on the carpeted floor
and not be heard. I immediately knew Jim was working his
magic on my wife's pussy. I was still not satisfied with
the arrangement we had, but I tolerated it. To say I was
envious of his talent and good looks was an understatement.
My wife's voice cause me to freeze as I was about to leave
with what I'd come for. I was on the other side of the
bedroom wall, which is also the den wall.
"OHOOOOOOO! YESSSS! THAT'S BABY! FUCK YOUR WHORE!
OHOOOO! YES! YES! YEAH! THROW THAT BIG DICK TO ME! OHOOOO!
I'm ALLLLL MOST THERE! YES! YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSS!"
It was obvious she was in the throes of an ecstatic
orgasm.
There was a moment of silence and then the obvious
sound of juicy kisses could be heard down the short hall
from the open bedroom door. After that I heard them
talking. I hated being an eavesdropper but their words
cause me to freeze again as I sought to slip out
undetected.
"That was wonderful darling. I needed that. All I
need now is for Jerry being here to give me a clean out
orgasm. That would make my day." I cringed as I heard her
say that in such a cavalier manner and heard them both
chuckle slightly.
"I still don't know how you got him started doing
that, but whatever you did, thanks. I wanted him to do
that for me anyway. If you hadn't got him to do it, I
would've eventually. What'd you think about him sucking
your dick clean too sometimes?"
"You'd want to do that to him? Do you really love my
buddy?"
"Of course I do. I love him very much. I do. It's
just that I get such a turn on from being the slut to my
honest faithful husband, and holding it over his head that
it's all because he's inadequate in bed. I guess it's what
they say about you hurting the one you really love. I know
a guy like you wouldn't put up with what I do, but I know
he will because he loves me, and to some extent, I require
him to do these things and take what I dump on him so he
can have more things to do to prove his love. I need
Jerry to help me live out this fantasy that I'm living.
Nobody else would do. I'm on top of the world. I like
having cuckolded him. That is with your help darling. And
the kids are the centerpiece. They are a constant reminder
that you're my real man and fucker and he's my real hubby
and pussy sucker".
"He really took well to the kids. I was surprised."
"Oh I knew he would. He wouldn't take it out on them.
He's a good husband and a good father. He knows they're
innocent. He knows they didn't have anything to do with
you and I bringing them into the world."
"You're a cold slut. I'm glad I didn't marry you."
"You and I wouldn't make a good marriage, because
you're a play boy and a pussy hound and wouldn't even give
me a second fuck if I wasn't your buddy's wife. I know
about the thrill guys like you get from doing somebody
that's legally off limits. The mere fact that I'm married
makes me more attractive to conquer than anything else I
got. I've been around."
"I guess you have. By the way just how many guys did
you sleep with before marrying poor Jerry. C'mon be honest
it was more than just than two or three."
"Well if you really must know, it was over a hundred
in addition to the five guys at the plant I slept with
while he and I were engaged."
I almost gasped upon hearing her statement, but
quickly put my hand over my mouth. After the shock of
knowing I'd truly married a slut, and that the rumors at
the plant were true, I continued to listen.
"I thought so. I knew it was more than what you'd
told me earlier. By the way, you're right about that new
diaphragm. I could hardly tell it was in."
"That's because it's not darling."
"You mean you're trying..."
"Yes I want us to make another baby, for me and Jerry.
I told him I wanted another. I've supposedly not wearing
the diaphragm with him, only you."
"You are something."
"Thanks darling. He's too short to hit up against it
like you. Also, I use a edible spermicide with the
diaphragm. That guarantees he won't get me pregnant and
most importantly won't interfere with his pussy eating.
Since that about the only way he can get me off when he
fucks. I know I couldn't fool you, so that's why I lied
about getting a newer type. I wanted you to just be
yourself. I wasn't sure you were up to doing that to him
again, like the first time you knocked me up, so I'm
helping you out this time."
"You little devil. You know, I do sort of like the
idea of making kids but not having the responsibilities."
"That's why you and I have so much fun screwing.
You're not hindered with the burden of fatherhood, only the
pleasure from doing it. I get my jollies from having them
from you and having Jerry be the good daddy for them."
"By the way, are you going to tell him this one's not
his or let him find out like he did last time?"
"Who knows. And by the way darling, I want all our
kids to have the same daddy, so get ready to do me a few
more times."
"How many kids you planning on?"
"I'd like to have at least three more."
"Now you know he's not going to believe accidents can
happen that many times."
"You're right darling. After this accident, I'm going
to tell him the same thing I just told you. I want all our
future children to have the same father - namely you.
He'll object at first, but then he'll know his place
by then and accept you as the family stud and he'll accept
the family we are making for he and I."
But for now, I have to get knocked up first. I see
your dick stirring and straightening out. I can tell
you're getting aroused by the mere thought of what I'm
saying. You're just like me. You liked Jerry too, but you
know you get off on doing this to him."
"I guess you're right Judy. You know some people
thrive on being presented with constant adversity and
humiliation. I think Jerry maybe is sort of like that."
"And you know what Jim darling, I wouldn't be a good
wife and you a good friend if we didn't do things to give
him what he needs to tick. So gimme more of that big fuck
stick and load me up with more baby making goo. Here, let
me lick it first."
"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"
The sound of her unabashed licking and sucking on
Jim's cock was a perfect masking noise for me to slip out
of the house and back to my car.
I was in a surreal daze as I drove off. With watery
eyes, I pulled into a nearby park to try and recover from
all I'd heard.
I had been used and tricked and was being made a fool
of as I sat there. Yet my anger was tempered by the fact
both my wife and my supposedly good friend, did have
sincerely good feeling for me, even if their dark sides
needed to abuse and humiliate me.
I felt so helpless as I sat there knowing that my wife
was home getting well inseminated by her lover while I sat
in my car angry, but unable to do what any real man would
do, get revenge. She was right, I did truly love her. And
it came right into focus. If it meant willingly putting up with
whatever she wanted to dump on me, I guess that's the way it
would be. I mentally accepted myself as being her pussy whipped
wimp husband.
If they hadn't said that they still cared for me, I
could feel better about hating them both. I was angry at
myself for not truly hating them more. I was also angry at
the hard-on I got from listening to them as well as knowing
that I'd been fighting getting aroused from being
humiliated.
After a half-hour of pondering what to do, I came to
the conclusion the best thing to do was nothing. The
script had been written and my role had been determined.
If I revealed to them I'd heard them plotting, that would
take the edge off their amusement. As a friend and good
husband, I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't
disappoint them.
After all, even though she considers herself my best
friend's whore, she's still my wife, "for better, for
worse."

THE BABY SHOWER

As planned by her, my wife again became pregnant. I
pretended to believe I was responsible again.
Our moms held a baby shower for Judy and us.
I didn't want to be there, but my wife insisted.
At one point, there were so many family members over
that our moms enlisted my aid in helping out since I knew
where things were in the kitchen and so forth. It was
agreed that Judy didn't need to be on her feet.
After all, I did a lot of the cooking for the twins
when Judy was out on dates with Jim.
By the way, Jim showed up also. To my chagrin, my
wife and our moms had invited him.
"He's just like my other son now dear." Mother's
words hit me like fire place poker, but what could I say.
Jim also brought presents. Something for the new baby
and a gift for me. I was surprised. However it was
practical and I could use at that moment. It was a brown
chef's apron, with a series of Cuckoo clock designs on it
and words that seemed to be written in a mixture of French,
German, and Spanish. I thought nothing more about
them, assuming they were culinary terms.
I wore it as I helped with the serving and kitchen
clean up duties.
Both Jim and Judy both commented on how smart I looked
in it.
Later, after the crowd of family and friends had departed,
and the kids were in bed, I snuggled up with my wife in the family
room.
She was especially amorous and cozy as we sat by the
blazing fire place. This moment was what I needed. It was
times like this that made up for all the other bitter
emotional turmoil I had gone through and most likely would
again.
As we kissed and petted just like we did when we were
dating, She constantly had me rub her slightly swollen
tummy. I couldn't help but think about her conspiratorial
plans for us raising the bastard children she and Jim were
going to make in the future.
To my chagrin and helplessness, I couldn't stop
becoming aroused at being the dupe for her.
I truly loved this woman and I knew she loved me in
her own special way.

THE SECOND ACCIDENT

It was dejavu all over again. The baby was a boy. This
time it didn't take as long for Jim or my family to declare
the baby as biologically not mine. The kid was a spitting
image of Jim.
It hurt for me to see my own parents congratulating
Jim for his role in being the new father. Jim seemed to be
treated in the highest esteem by Judy's and my parent,
while I seemed to be just tolerated, even though I was the
legal father.
Often I found it easier to sit insignificantly when
Jim was over at the same time as our parents, as he and
Judy were more like man and wife than she and I. I often
wanted to leave the house during these times when our
parents visited, which was two or three times a week for
Sunday dinner and other routine occasions, but my wife
often made sure I stayed. My parents also would not hear
anything about me leaving either. I could tell they really
liked Jim and his smooth talking ways also. My own father
let me know he thought Jim was more of a man than I. What
could I say.
"Dear son, you're lucky to have a good friend like him
to help you with starting and expanding your family for
you." Mother said to me when we were alone for a moment on
the sundeck after a recent family Sunday dinner.
I looked at her with a blank face. Before I could
think of how to reply, Judy's mom also came out to sit with
us.
"The kids really have a great time playing in the yard
and they really adore you for being such a good daddy."
She commented.
Mother reiterated her earlier comment to my mom.
"I told Judy a few moments ago how lucky she was to
have a husband that loved her enough to support her the way
you have. That is, to see that her needs are being met,
even if by another man, and then to accept her
accidental babies from the other man. I'm proud to have
you as my son-in-law Jerry."
Blushing, I meekly thanked her, even though I wasn't
sure if this was a left handed or back handed complement.
"They are such pretty children too, aren't they?" My
mom asked Judy's mom.
"Yes and they all favor Jim."
Judy's mom's words made me cringe inside as I tried to
turn my face so they wouldn't see my facial expressions of
displeasure at their comments.
"Son, it's good we're alone." Mother said in a more
serious tone as she lowered her voice and looked at me.
"Yes it is Jerry. Your mom and I have been talking,
and we, well... it might be better if you tell him."
Judy's mom directed her glance at my mom.
"Well son, in view of what's happened and, well in
getting right to the point, we think that any future
children y'all have, should be Jim's." Mother held one of my
hands and Judy's mom the other.
I was crushed. I had a lump in my throat that
felt like a baseball. I couldn't speak.
I had expected my wife to come up with some sort of
wild story to lay this on me. Never in my wildest dream
did I think our parents would. I was truly speechless. I
felt shorter than short.
The two women went on to explain how it would be
unfair to any more kids to have a different father.
"It would just cause unnecessary sibling rivalry and
confusion. Besides it's clear that Jim and Judy make
pretty babies together." My mother-in-law added. My mom
again agreed.
I felt so downtrodden and mentally trapped. I was too
shocked to say much. It was clear they wanted me to agree
with them. I diplomatically replied "I-I'll leave it up to
J-Judy." I didn't know what else to say or do anyway.
The fact was that Judy really had the upper hand
anyway. First I loved her. And second, I couldn't afford
to leave her and then have to pay child support off my
salary and not be with her and the kids.
Both moms kissed me on the cheek. Judy's mom went in
to have a similar talk with her. Mom and I sat and made some
small talk until she told me there was something else she wanted
me to know.
"Son, another thing, Judy's mom and I have also decided that unless it's an emergency, we will not baby-sit for y'all when your wife is out with Jim. We both have come to the conclusion it's best for you to be home with the children while she's out dating. It'll help your bonding with the kids."
I gave mom a look of disbelief at her statement. I never got a chance to reply to her for it was then that Judy came out and my mom excused herself so we could have some privacy.
"Mom told me all about your little chat out here. I'm
afraid I agree with them darling. It's probably best for
all our kids to all have the same real daddy. Don't you
see that as being the best for the children darling?"
Judy looked very happy, even gleeful, as she got my
Reluctant answer. I know I looked very pathetic. She too
kissed me as she returned inside the house. I was sure she
would go directly to Jim and report the news that our
parents had unwittingly helped them in their conspiracy
against me.
I was sure that I'd reached the bedrock of humiliation
and that I couldn't get disgraced anymore than I had
already.

ANOTHER EAVESDROPPING EPISODE

Some weeks later I bought a baby monitor to listen in
on our newest family addition, from the baby's room. It was
actual designed as a picture that hung on the wall and not
really noticeable as the usual type monitor. My wife was
not aware I'd purchased it and neither were the kids, as
nobody was home when I brought it in and placed it on the
wall. It just looked like another baby room picture.
It was suppose to have excellent range and clarity. It
had a tiny remote listening device that doubled as a
portable FM-AM Radio with a speaker and an ear plug.
While my wife and the kids were out I thought I'd do
some yard work and other chores. As I worked I used the
listening device in the radio mode.
About an hour later my wife and the kids came in from
the mall.
To my surprise Jim was with them. He'd followed them
home in his car.
As I was in the farthest part of the back yard, I just
waived at them and went about my chores.
After a few minutes or so, I thought of the baby
monitor and the remote monitor listening device. I decided
to give it a test as this was the farthest range I'd ever
want to use it.
Sure enough, I could easily hear the voices and noises
from the house over 150 feet away.
I easily heard Judy walk into the baby's room and
talked baby talk as she changed him and put him in his
crib with a bottle. I also heard her tell the twins it was
okay to watch TV. She also told them "Tell Uncle Jim to
come here."
Later I heard Jim's footsteps.
"Yeah baby, what you need?"
"You darling." I heard her say just after hearing a
door being shut. Then there was silence for a moment.
Then later the low suction sound of a broken juicy kiss
could be faintly heard. I only had praise for the quality
of the monitor.
"He looks so cute and just like you darling. How many
more of your babies do you want me to have?"
"You really think Jerry is going to put up with me
willingly knocking you up again without any pretense?"
"Jim darling, he knows his place and he knows I'm your
woman, even though I'm his wife. I'm yours to impregnate
as often as you want. Our folks let him know they
preferred you sire the children in this family. Both our
moms want lots of grandkids. Jerry is only going to accept
it and has agreed with his mom and mine, that it's best for
all our kids to all have the same real father."
"It's only been three months babe, so I'm not ready to
have you plumped up again so soon. Say why don't we put a
year between `em."
"How about eight months?" I heard my wife reply in a
sensuous babyish talking tone.
"Eight it is. You drive a hard bargain. You little
devilish slut."
"I'm your baby making slut darling."
There was more silence and once again the soft sucking
sound of another breaking juicy kiss.
As I listened, my emotions ran from somewhere between
just accepting to hating myself that I couldn't really do
anything about what was going on.
"Both our moms have told me that we ought to have a
least three more babies. Neither see anything really wrong
with me having another half dozen."
I gasped upon hearing that bit of news from my wife
and had to take a seat.
"Poor Jerry, he'll have to get a second job to handle
the extra mouths, since you'll be busy home being the
loving mom taking care of your brood."
"That's what his father said too when I was over at
their house last week. Both knows he's a wimp and they,
like us, get a kind of cheap thrill from dumping on him. We
all love him, even though we each do in our own different
way. But even his mom says he shouldn't mind working an
extra job or two and ought to be grateful for what you're
doing for him. You know, giving him such handsome and
pretty offspring to carry the family name. But I know
they're going to help us out if we need it, since they want
me to have the kids. They want to make sure that Jerry
doesn't think that he doesn't have to do his part though.
My folks feel the same way."
I couldn't listen anymore. I was too overloaded by
what I'd heard. As I sat on a retaining wall in the yard,
I pondered my fate and repeatedly asked myself "Why me?"
At the same time I cursed myself for the erection I
had. Why did I have to get excited from such gross
humiliation? Was it's Mother Nature's way of helping me
cope with my small prick? My inadequate sexing stamina? My
non-confrontational, unpretentious nature?
I knew my wife would more than likely not be around to
help me take care of it later tonight, that is if she came
back home at all tonight. As this was Saturday and it was
always reserved for dates with Jim. As usual, I'd be
watching the kids. After putting the kids to bed, I know
I'd probably have to jack off to get some sleep, while Jim
would be enjoying the warm wetness of my wife's lush
pussy.

A FRIEND VISITS

Larry, an old high school friend, who'd moved away
from our town years ago, made a surprise visit as he was
passing through.
Larry was now a Ph.D. and I considerd him a genius.
He spoke several languages fluently.
It was a Saturday evening and I was babysitting and cooking
burgers and hot dogs on the grill outdoors for me and "our" kids.
My wife Judy was out with Jim, so I was chief cook and bottle
washer. Which was literally true as "our" nine month old
son was still on the bottle.
I tried to put it out of my mind as I was reliving old
memories with my high school chum. However, I still hadn't
quite gotten over fully accepting that my wife was out
eagerly trying to get impregnated by Jim, with my full
knowledge, if not my full approval.
She had basically confirmed, in no uncertain
terms, what I'd overheard when eavesdropping on she and Jim,
some time back with the baby monitor. That is, when "our"
baby son, James, turned eight months or so, they
were going to start on a new brother or sister for him and
the twins. My wife didn't bite her lip in the least as she
told me.
She also added that she for sure had planned to have at
least three more kids - "all from Jim of course" - her words.
Additionally, while she was trying to get pregnant, she
also let me know that rather than risk a ruptured rubber, sex
for me was to be limited to pussy sucking and being jacked
off, either by her, or on a do it myself basis.
The most tormenting and hurtful thing to me was for both our
parents to encourage and endorse my wife's precautions to ensure
that only Jim had the chance to inseminate her.
I think the fact that it was done by them with
Judy, myself and Jim at the dinner table was the most embarrassing
and painful to me. The kids, except the baby, were playing outdoors.
As if that wasn't bad enough, mom said to Judy "Now don't
let Jerry suck your pussy out until Jim's cum has had a few minutes
to settle." Her words caused me to almost choke on the apple pie I
was eating. I became more flustered and flushed in the face. I didn't
even know our parents knew I sucked my wife's cunt after Jim fucked her.
I felt so small and ridiculed as everyone's eyes quickly flashed at me.
The looks was somewhere between disdain and a cruel mocking smile.
Especially those of my father and father-in-law.
That discussion left no doubt as to my role of being a truly
subjugated cuckold.
I mentally came back to the present as I flipped burgers and
restarted my conversation with Larry.
I was wearing the brown chef's apron that Jim had given me as
a gift, at "our" nine month old son's baby shower.
Larry took an interest in the apron, especially the designs
and began translating the multi-language wording.
He looked slightly embarrassed as I prodded him to
tell me what they meant. He then suggested to me that it must've been
a prank on someone at one time before it was given to me.
Sensing there was a trick to the wording, I lied and
told him I'd bought it at a flea market.
He advised that I definitely remove the words . When
he told me what they said, and the designs implied, I took
the apron off, threw it down and turned red as a beet in
the process.
We both laughed at the incident and then went on to
talk about other things.
After he left, I bathed the kids, read them bedtime
stories, tucked them in for the night and cleaned up the
kitchen. I spotted the apron I'd had taken off hastily. I
got angry at what Jim, and my wife had done to me with the
apron. But as before, my anger was tempered since I
somehow felt I deserved their degradation of me. The mere
thought of having worn it at the baby shower, and numerous
times since then, gave me an involuntary hard-on. I
recalled on more than one occasion how my wife and
Jim, her full time lover and real man, would comment on
how good I looked in it at various times when I was
grilling during a cookout. I was just beginning to recall
their unusual smirking smiles, which I'd dismissed numerous times
before as just my imagination.
I looked at the Cuckoo bird clock designs. Larry told
me about the Cuckoo bird. It was a bird with the habit of
laying its eggs in another bird's nest. He said it could
be considered a symbol of cuckoldry. The words, on the
other hand, when translated, left no doubt as to their
meaning. They read:

"A better man makes babies in my wife. I change 'em and
raise 'em".

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