Those little things that remind you you're a cuckold - please join in!

Having her explain to me that while on a multi-family vacation (I had to work) her sister confronted her when she discovered/suspected that my wife was fucking the adult *** of one of the other families during the trip. While we had an openish relationship at the time her family didn't know any details. My wife responded to her sister saying "because he has a really big cock and I miss having sex with a big cock. I don't get that very often since I got married".

So immediately her younger sister knew not only that my wife was fucking another guy but she was doing so because of my smaller cock!

I am always reminded of my place when we go to restaurants and she has steak or most expensive thing on menu and she orders the cheapest dish for me. She ****** the best champagne but I have to ***** water. I am declined ******* as she knows we will be going clubbing after the meal and I will undoubtedly end up driving her home in the back of the car with another guy she has picked up.

The nonchalant way She'd walk out the front door of our house to Her lover's car, and wait for him to open Her door to enter the car.......like a Friday night date was perfectly normal for a married woman!

The sweet aroma of sex that is about her when I come home from work.

When She gets on Her knees on the bed, and orders me to kneel behind Her.
"Why are you there, panty sniffer"?
"To worship and adore Your beautiful asshole with my tongue". (She wrote that, and made me memorize it).
"Why would you do that"?
"Because my pathetic, little penis is useless to You, 'Mam". (She also wrote that).
"Yes. Begin"...

When my wife first confessed to me that she had a boyfriend lover, I was not allowed to meet him. She would often go out on "dates" but he was the mystery man. I guess what made it most real to me was on Valentine's Day 2007. A huge bouque of roses were delivered to my wife at our house. The roses were not from me.
When she got home she was overjoyed. Things like "Oh how beautiful." "Isn't he a darling." Then when she got on the phone and called her best friend and gloried to her about the flowers. Well, it was then that I realized I was a real cuckold.

At this point you realise that it's common knowledge that she's fucking another guy, or guys!

Mrs two told me the other day that she had been telling her nail manicurist how she was meeting an old flame this week...

It's not uncommon now for her to tell her girlfriends and confidentes about her dates and adventures.

mr two