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 I'm A Cuckold...  For Her Expanded Pleasure

   It took a long time to find out my true cuckold nature.

   I met my wife when we were both young.  She was always very open about
wanting to be sexually free.  At first I was jealous, but over the years
this changed to being excited by her interest in other men, and then to
wanting her to have an affair.

   We would often talk about this fantasy that we both shared, and sex was
always much hotter when we did.  She did have close friendships with men,
and flirted, but didn't go any further for a long time...  while my desire
for her to have sex with another man steadily grew.

   One friendship got quite close, and I was able to see her French kissing
with him.  The excitement that brought confirmed what I wanted.

   Then after we'd lived together for ten years we got married.  On the
night before our wedding she asked me if I was still OK with the idea of
her taking other lovers.  I agreed immediately, and I married her.  I was
happy that I had a wonderful wife, and that my dream would be coming true.

   Six months later she met a man she was very attracted to at a party. 
She came home very excited and told me of her intention to have an affair
with him.  They went out a couple of times and seemed to hit it off.  Then
he invited her over to his place.

   She got off the phone and told me that she was going to spend the night
making love to him.  I was ecstatic and excited.  I'd bought her a new pack
of condoms in case of such an opportunity, and gave them to her.  But she
refused them, telling me that she didn't want anything to spoil their first
lovemaking, and that she wanted him to come inside her.

   She had always been very careful about birth control with me, so I
realized with a mixture of excitement and fear that something stronger was
happening.  I then agreed that my wife should go bareback with a man I had
not yet met.

   She spent a long time preparing for him, showing me her freshly trimmed
pubic hair, and checking her best lingerie.  The anticipation was
fantastic. I drove her to his house early that evening, then returned home.
Even before I got there I felt deep in my guts that he was already inside
her...  an amazing bit of physical telepathy that has stayed with me.

   For the first time in my life I came without any touch, filling my
underwear with the largest amount I have ever ejaculated.  My humiliation
was fantastic as I changed out of my soiled clothes, knowing that my wife
was at that moment having sex beyond anything we had ever done.  Throughout
that night I continually thought about their coupling.  It was everything I
had dreamed of.

   Sure enough, next morning she confirmed that they had made love over and
over.  He was experienced, strong and very well endowed.  He brought her to
orgasm again and again, and she said they were more powerful than anything
she had felt before.  She told me she loved the feel of him ejaculating in
her, and was already thinking about becoming pregnant by him.

   I finally got to meet him.  It was shameful and exciting to sit in a bar
talking about their relationship.  I gave my blessing to them taking the
relationship wherever they wanted.  It was clear she was falling in love
with him too.

   I bought her one of those hormone monitors so that he could continue to
fill her with his semen, and shortly after she informed me that I could no
longer have sex with her.  She was to be his exclusively.

   That was torment for me, but it confirmed my new cuckold state.  I had
to accept that several nights a week she would be in his bed.  She was
completely open about it, often slipping off cum-soaked panties when she
climbed into our bed, the smell of sex strong all over her.

   She told me about the new experiences he was giving her; sex outside,
deep throat, anal.  I took her to a clinic for a check up so that she could
be ready.

   And finally, the ultimate; planning...  and then her becoming pregnant
by him.  Watching her grow big with his child was the perfect demonstration
of my emasculation and his superiority.  I was so happy to be the cuckold
dad while she continued regularly meeting him and making love with her true
mate.

   In a perfect world we would all three live together so that they could
make love whenever they wanted while I mind the children they produce.  For
the moment I can only say that for a true cuckold like me I could not hope
for a better wife.