Mirkrat
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#1 · Edited by: Mirkrat
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My wife really outdid herself this weekend. I am in awe of both her knowledge of my psyche and her planning for and creating the perfect angst in my cuckold brain leading up to tonight.
Not so brief background: We are late 30's couple together for 17 years, married for 12 years and with 3 young-uns. I'm average with a little paunch over a ex-military frame. She is hot in that wife / accountant next door sort of way with a 5'8" 125lb sexy swagger that always turns heads. We have some periodic cuckold and hotwife experimentation under our belts and as outlined in another post of ours, we've played with the pregnancy risk fantasy (Although I later found out it was all staged on her part to tease me but no actual pregnancy risk was taking place...and yes, our relationship is open enough that I believe her...she had me horny and excited thinking otherwise long enough she knew I was okay with it and has no reason to lie about it now).
Most recently, I have had a friend who has moved out of state, yet kept his local employment. He travels 1-2 weeks a month back to our city to be on-site. Although he is allowed hotel accommodations in his arrangement with the employer, he most often stays with us during these trips. My wife and I are very light wine imbibers, rarely more than 5 times a year, and then only 1-2 with a meal. The past several months have been different. When my friend "Jack" visits we end up partaking like we all did in our early 20's together...in the middle of the week...did I mention that he briefly dated my wife before me, and always regretted not getting into her pants? Did I mention he is completely charming, and known for charming the pants off several married ladies?
One evening, we went pretty far on a Tuesday night taking shots and assorted beverages until around 2am. They flirted, she tried to set boundaries. He aggressively pursued her, I encouraged. He repeatedly made advances that she shot down, but he did not relent. Her mouth kept saying "Knock it off horndog!", but her body seemed to melt into him more each time he moved in. I gave him hints at her weaknesses in front of her. She objected to my actions. It was amazing to see the extent of his persistence when I always give up pursuing my wife at the slightest hint of disinterest. Once I told him her nipples were key to everything, she was mortified, but the game was over. He was successful and the evening ended up with his taking my wife in front of me bent over our kitchen counter. That was only the second time I have ever gotten to watch my wife in action! Wow, was it hot! Needless to say, there have been many opportunities for the two of them over the past several months.
Shortly after their first encounter, the idea of chastity came up (we disagree on who raised the idea first) and we started to experiment. At first I was locked only while Jack and her were fucking. Boy did that turn me on, and I had the most intense orgasms afterwards while we screwed and relived the events in our pillow talk. Then, my chastity progressed to all of Jack's visits. During that period it was starting to get difficult for me, and I struggled to orgasm with my wife at all. I could only cum when I was masturbating.
Eventually I was only getting unlocked for a day or two at a time every couple weeks. I jerked myself into a frenzy during those times, usually cumming dozens of times in a day (no, I'm not exaggerating...I've always been prolific. My record is 40 times in a 24 hour period when I was in my 20's and I can still give a solid 24 reliably now that I'm almost 40). My wife and I hardly ever had intercourse by that point, but I continued to give her plenty of orgasms with my mouth.
Until a few weeks ago I was certain that the goalie was in place in the form of my wife's BC pills and that pregnancy risk wasn't a part of all this. I had still been fantasizing about her eggs all along, getting extra horny when she was mid cycle and Jack's visits with thoughts of that 1% BC failure rate. One night, I was in the middle of getting a rare fuck when my wife tells me I needed to pull out. She missed starting her pills earlier that week and decided to skip them this month. She further explained that she had switched pills the previous month after messing up the previous month by missing a few days and she had been waiting for a natural period to occur so she could reliably start the new ones. She was always irregular off of BC so when it finally came after seven weeks, she was caught off guard and forgot to begin again. More than two months with no coverage already?! My brain was so busy trying to figure out the timing and to remember Jack's visits that instead of getting super aroused and losing my load, I lost my erection. Back into the cage I went. That night, she further told me how she had been worried all along about pregnancy risk because she was on a low dosage pill to try to help with her mood and weight loss, and that her new pills were the lowest dosage on the market.
This all brings us to this past week... and my wife's ultimate mind fuck for me. I had the whole Thanksgiving week off with a planned vacation. My wife tells me that she wanted to give me a special treat for the holiday since she was so grateful that I was there for her and so supportive of our lifestyle and our family. She unlocks me for the whole week. Kids are in school M-W, she is at work. I jerk the skin off my dick I masturbate so much those first three days. Like literally. Despite lube and silicone sleeves, I still end up with a serious abrasion on Mr. Willie. I give it a rest on Thanksgiving, but I'm back at it Friday all day... and several times that night after everyone was in bed. The whole time I am thinking about Sunday night when Jack comes for his week visit. I am thinking about how this should be the second week of her new super low dose pills and how 1% is really such a big number when I estimate they must be getting close to 100 fucks by now. I am thinking about how many billions of his sperm have been swimming inside of her. I am cumming gallons! At least I was at the beginning of the week. By Saturday, I am dripping a clear drop or two with each orgasm and it's taking me quite a bit of steam to pop one off. I'm going a good 45 minutes with the best the internet has to offer, an exceptional cock ring, and nice pair of her dirty panties to smell. My right bicep is f-ing huge by the way.
Saturday night, wife gets amorous. She wants to fuck! I'm trying...I really am. I want this fuck badly, but I am sooo worn out by now. It doesn't help that she is using quite a bit of subtle judgement teases. (We have never done those before...I am decently hung at 7" and even bigger than Jack), but she keeps calling it a little guy...asking me if I can get a better angle so she can feel it better. It was a lost cause. I just couldn't keep things standing at attention so to speak. No cumming for me. She rides my face in a 69 position instead, and plays with my "little guy" and talks about the nasty abrasions that can still be seen (but not really felt anymore).
This morning she drops the bombshell that has had me reeling all day. She locked me back up in my chastity cage, giving it lots of tender attention and ointment to treat my boo boo. She told me "Now doesn't it feel better to have this little guy all safe and sound from your mean bully hand who hurts him so much whenever he doesn't have this nice cage for protection?" I nodded. She continued "at least Jack will be here tonight to fill in for you."
She then handed me a small black pouch. As she walks away, she says to me "It's really too bad you couldn't perform last night. I really wanted to give you a chance before Jack got to me this week. Oh well, 3 out of 4 kids ..." and she sauntered out of the room with the sentence unfinished. As I watched her sexy behind bounce under her sexy skirt until she rounded the corner in the hall, I absentmindedly fingered the pouch she had handed me.
I knew what I would find inside...I was just in shock. I just knew I was going to see she was in prime time of her third month with no goalie. The pressure of my newly revived cock desperately trying to escape its cage finally broke my slack-jawed stare at the empty hallway she used to be in. I opened the pouch. It was this month's BC pills which she was supposed to have started taking two weeks ago...and not a single one was missing.
Guess what I can hear in the master bedroom right now as I write this...
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kennyboy82
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Truly outstanding post, on so many levels! Written really well, by a person who's enjoyed an education! More importantly, here's a wife that really know's how to get the most out of her cuck, despite him having jerked himself off to the point of near self destruction! I like it that you've emptied your Bank Account but you still want to attempt making a withdrawal! You must have wanked yourself to an absolute standstill.
Will she conceive, I await with bated breath, as do you probably. You are obliged to keep us in the know now!
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SheDatesHeWaits
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Holy fuck! WELL DONE my man... I'm not a cage fan myself, but it did tie in nicely with the whole pregnancy risk angle. I hope you'll continue writing... LOVE the way your mind works!
cuckold - Pronunciation - kuk-uhld - noun 1) The husband of an unfaithful wife. 2) A husband whose wife has sex with others. NOTE - It does NOT say: Sexually confused, submissive, humiliated, sissified, crossdresser, cocksucker, or piss drinker
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kennyboy82
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I love the way this has progressed, it must make a cuck husband a very happy cuck! I find it particularly satisfying that you were limited to seeding her once only, but her friend took her multiple times. it would be a miracle if she wasn't carrying his offspring. The most powerful breeder always wins out in the end, the feeble seed of a cuckold rarely impregnates.
Keep me updated with her progress. Now she's carrying I expect her to be even more hungry for real cock, that doesn't include you, cucky!
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