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 An Typical Day in the Life of a Cuckold

   As my wife orgasms, she bawls and sobs with passion.  Over the past
three years, with my understanding approval, my wife has regularly allowed
other guys to fuck her and lavish more and more orgasms on her.

   As I discuss my cuckold lifestyle on the Internet, occasionally someone
will ask whether I'm concerned that my wife might fall in love with another
guy.  To be completely honest, I suppose that's a remote possibility... 
but she emphatically denies that could ever happen.

   Now and then, a reader also notices that we have only written about
"first time" encounters.  Some typically ask, "Are `follow-up fuckings' as
exciting?"

   Well, okay then, here's a more typical day in our lives:

   My 28-year-old wife is slender, 5'9", with long legs, long brown hair
and brown eyes.  Her breasts aren't large, but certainly well formed.  She
takes pleasure in partners for occasional sex, but without emotional
attachment.  Many wives advertise in personals-ads for "NSA sex," meaning
"no strings attached." That's what mine looks for too.

   Yet, that simple concept is one that many guys don't seem to understand.

   My very attractive wife is often hit on by guys she meets.  About half
of them anticipate deep emotional attachments.  Sure, some love-like
emotions develop over time with a few guys.  That feeling intensifies in
ongoing relationships, but she assures me it's never been felt so deeply
that she would walk away from me.

   My wife is from a family that has never believed, that once married,
divorce should ever occur among any couples except in situations of abuse,
insanity or similarly catastrophic circumstance.

   What she hopes for with other men is a close friendship with sex, not
love.  She wants fuck buddies.  We hadn't anticipated that possibility of
entanglement at the outset.  But after a few unexpected emotional scenes,
she learned to spot dependent personalities, and goes out of her way to
avoid complex affairs.

   Perhaps one typical day from two months ago can serve as an example of a
common, ongoing relationship between a cuck's wife and most guys who
service her needs.

   Two of her younger friends, 19 and 20, attend a technical school
full-time four days a week.  Their school is 35 miles away.  The younger of
the two is Jim, the son of a nearby neighbor.  He and his friend Bill have
been buddies since high school.

   Jim wears glasses, and is a half inch shorter than my wife.  He's lean,
has black hair and hazel eyes.  Bill is taller (5'11"), and more muscular
than our younger neighbor.  Bill's thick, brown hair is cropped short.  He
smokes occasionally, but rarely at our home, unless he's having a nicotine
fit.

   Because I travel during the week, one or both occasionally stay with her
overnight, fucking her individually or, sometimes, as a threesome.  Both
are "NSA" relationships.

   I'm usually home weekends through most of Monday, and by sunup on
Fridays.  In snowy weather, I might arrive as late as noon.  But on a
weekend a couple of months ago, I was lucky.  Snowplows had cleared the
interstate hours before.  When I arrived home in early morning darkness, I
found Jim and Bill had stayed over Thursday evening, and were still
sleeping in our master bed, laying on each side of my wife.  The limbs of
the three were entwined.

   They had turned the heat up higher than seemed necessary, but I figured
if they wanted it that way, I wouldn't turn the thermostat down for a
while. Bill's deflated cock, about six and a half inches when erect, lay
sideways across his leg.

   Jim, lying on his side facing the far wall, was turned away from me.  I
couldn't tell whether he was erect or not.  When hard, it's a monster,
almost twice the length and breadth of my slender four-and-a-half inches.
It had somewhat frightened my wife when she first encountered it.

   Oddly, like my wife, Jim shaves his groin.  If one didn't notice the
massive dimensions of his dick, he could easily be mistaken for a much
younger boy.  His shaven private area enhances that impression.

   I fixed breakfast.  Although I attempted to be as quiet as possible, the
sounds from the kitchen awakened them.  The three showered together and
stood around our breakfast table chatting as I finished preparing the eggs,
biscuits, coffee and bacon.  None had yet dressed.  She wore a white cotton
robe, and her two friends had wrapped large beige towels around their
waists.  It was around 6 AM.  The sun wouldn't rise for another hour.

   She sat in a chair facing me, asking how my week went.  The guys stood
on each side of her, messing with her hair and massaging her shoulders. 
She reached beneath Bill's towel and wrapped a fist around his cock.  She
stroked it slowly as she chatted with us.  Jim reached beneath her robe to
caress the firmness of her breasts.

   I caught just a glimpse, through the robe's fold, of an excited nipple
standing out like a spike.  She withdrew her hand from beneath his towel
and turned to fist our young neighbor's cock, then released it a moment
later and walked to the sink to wash her hands.

   I grinned as I glanced at the guys.  Their dicks were then protruded,
creating large bulges against their towels.  We sat in a circle around the
table.  As my wife lifted her fork, she looked to each of them and said,
"Glad you guys came over last night."

   Our neighbors' son laughed and said, "I'm glad we could "cum" too." We
chuckled.  At breakfast's end, Bill took my wife's hand and led her to our
den off the living room.  Our neighbor's son Jim and I chatted, mostly
about his school, but he always wants to hear details of my work as well.

   We both turned at the sound of a vibrator from the other room.  Our
eyebrows arched amid smirks.  He followed me as I rose from the table and
walked through the dimness of the living room to the door leading into our
den.

   We looked around the corner.  The room was dimly lit by a single night
lamp that was plugged into the far wall.  We had assumed they were fucking.
Instead, Bill was using my wife's small hand massager strapped to the back
of his hand.  She lay naked on a towel atop our three-foot long,
stuffed-leather coffee table in front of the couch.

   I nudged Jim.  He took the hint and joined his buddy, who was by then
rubbing down my wife's long legs.  Jim quietly began working her shoulders
and back.  When his nails began to scratch her scalp, she moaned wantonly,
and her body shivered.  I hadn't, until that moment, known her scalp was an
erogenous zone, but those guys had found that out months before.

   Our home was even warmer by then.  I felt I should go turn down the
heat, but I was frozen in place.  Beads of perspiration were forming across
my wife's back and legs.  Moments later she moaned, "I want someone to fuck
me." Her groin gyrated as if she were massaging her clitoris on the towel
beneath her.  She pulled the towel away and spread it on the floor,
kneeling and bracing her fists onto the carpet.

   Our neighbor's son dropped to his knees.  His gargantuan cock was level
with her hotly rotating cunt.  As large as his member is, no veins were
visible.  It's pinkish, not dark, and his swollen, crimson cock head is the
firm shape of a walnut.

   She arched her hips to ease the shock of his dickhead parting the lips
of her pussy.  She wailed as it sank into her creaming channel.  "Oh!" she
whined, as if in pain, followed by "Unnnnh!" as his pole sank full depth.

   He thrust madly into her amid her shrieks and primitive cries of
pleasure.  Rivulets of perspiration were pouring down her face, scalp and
body.  She released Bill's cock from her mouth a moment and shrieked,
"You're so fuckin' humongous!  You're dick's hittin' my cervix!"

   Yeah, his pole really is that big.  I'm envious as hell.  I have trouble
believing it even when his rod is bobbing right before my eyes.

   His friend gripped his cock and pushed it between my wife's full lips.
He bumped her face while his younger buddy pumped into her pussy from the
rear.  Sweaty droplets flung wildly from her quaking body.  My wife
withdrew Jim's cock and urged him to his back.

   Her knees were slightly bruised and reddened from rug burns, but she
didn't seem to notice.  Gripping his cock, she straddled his hips and
lowered her hips onto his shaven groin.  His python slithered full length
into her lubricated tunnel.  She bucked wildly atop him while fisting
Bill's firm shaft.  Each time her bare cunt bumped against his pubic bone,
she rolled her hips forward, rubbing her swollen clit against his
baby-smooth groin.

   The 19-year-old groaned, his body stiffened, signaling he was about to
ejaculate.  My wife revolved her clit wildly against the firmness of his
bare groin and yelled, "I'm cumming too!" She increased the tempo of her
fist around Bill's cock until his eyes rolled pleasurably back in their
sockets.

   As expected, she bawled...  tears streaking her cheeks.  As Jim exploded
his cream into her hot cunt, he murmured, "I love you." She climaxed,
sobbing uncontrollably, "I love you too.  I love you both."

   And just beyond their view in the darkness of the living room, I
masturbated wildly.  They were cumming within moments of each other.  I'd
turned away, my back against the living room wall, as I spurted my lava far
out onto the wood floor.  I silently promised to clean that up before
anyone noticed.

   I knew my wife's statement of "love" for Jim and Bill was not an
expression of emotional love...  but rather an expression of sincere
appreciation for what they had just given her, and an expression that let
them both know she "liked" them very much.  It certainly was no reason for
me to feel jealous.

   The guys dressed and left within 15 minutes from that shattering moment,
each kissing my nude wife deeply as they stood in the doorway.  I collapsed
onto the living room couch and said, "That was hot.  How was last night?"

   "Fuckin' great!" she said.  "But one dick is so huge, I pick up vibes
that it causes a little jealousy by the other.  It's a good thing they
usually visit me separately." She always said size doesn't matter.  I tell
her I don't believe that, but she has never wavered from her story.  She
looked askance at me, knowing what I was thinking, and said, "Hey, it
really doesn't matter!  I like'em all."

   I headed for the shower and said over my back, "How'd you like to go to
the nudist park today?" I wasn't sure if she would want to.  In cold
weather like that, it's all indoor activities, except for the hot tub and
sauna.  At night, there's dancing though.  And, she usually finds a guy she
finds attractive to invite to follow us home to give her one more hard fuck
for the day.

   She said, "I'm up for that!  Good idea."

   And, there you have it...  a typical day of a cuckold and his wife (the
cuckoldress).  She is the best friend I've ever had.  I enjoy knowing that
she is being well serviced...  regularly!