This is a true story. 100% true, sadly enough. I am a reluctant cuckold. Age 35, in my second marriage. I am not a bad looking guy, but am small at 5’7”. I am balding a bit too. My cock is almost average with 6 inches of length, but with an embarrassing lack of girth. Several have called it the dreaded thin cock. It never reaches 5” in circumference unless my scrotum skin gets in the way at the base. My head is maybe 4.5”, below the head a pathetic 4.25”, and midshaft 4.8”. My balls are tiny and disappear into my body when aroused (tight nuts). I cum in small volumes and am not much of a stud.
Again, 100% true and I will gladly share my flicker album and vid clips of my meat with any naysayers. Just email me at
[email protected] or look me up on flickr as hardwoodsean1
I also have some stroking vids if you go to xtube and look me up there as grigli31
My wife… She is tall and beautiful. Her self esteem problems (from younghood) have turned her into a cock slut. She gets validation from men wanting to fuck her. A “date” to her is the spreading of her legs.
I love her pussy. I can’t reach the bottom, and it has plenty of room. She has fucked a good 30 cocks, cheated on her first husband (a nice guy like me) for a real bad boy ex football player that was rather hung. She divorced him and then dealt with the consequences for a few years.
Late in Nov. of 07, she told me that she was going to a Bachelorette party out in the country and cell phone coverage would be bad (don’t try calling). I found it odd that it was a Wednesday night. I was suspicious.
She went, I called and she called me obsessive. She turned off her phone for the rest of the evening. On some level, I knew what was going on. I masturbated my small skinny cock to pictures of her toes (I have a foot fetish) that night. Little did I know what was happening to her pussy at that very time.
She came back in the morning. I called her out on her lie. There was no bachelorette party! She admitted it but said she just needed some time to herself. That she freaks out sometimes and just needs a lil time to herself. She said she got a hotel room and drank a bottle of wine.
I was suspicious. I tried to believe her but deep down I knew.
After a few months of investigating, I finally had a lead. I knew who the guy was, an old co-worker of hers. With that old bad boy reputation of relaxing around and with the hung cock as well.
I confronted her. She admitted it. They slept together. She was having feelings for him.
All I could do was to accept it. I thought about divorcing her, but that is so expensive and would stain my reputation as a multiple marrying guy. So I have sucked it up.
I masturbate to the thought of them together. His most likely larger balls, thick head and cock, pounding away at the pussy I lick.
I often wonder what all happened and why it happened. Any thoughts?
Again, all of this is true.
