I want to become a cuckold. I have a dilemma that I know not
how to resolve. You might think it weird by the time you're done reading
this, but I assure you that it's true and it's happening to me.
Who knows, Maybe you too have found yourself in a similar situation, and
in that case you will relate with what I am about to present. I
have been living in an adulterous relationship for the past seven months, the adulterer
as my wife. Yes, that is the god honest truth. However,
I do not despise my wife for cheating on me. She has no idea
that I am aware of her habits, which is where the dilemma comes in.
You see, I would love for her to know that I know.
I want so much for her to continue doing what she's doing with her lover
or list of lovers, as I'm yet to know how many she might have
out there. But I'm worried that her being aware might frighten her off and
that I might end up losing her. Now you see where I'm coming from,
don't you. Does that make me weird or crazy? I can say
that it only depends on where you're standing for me. I have long passed
the notion of feeling ashamed about expressing my thoughts and desires on paper. I
have wanted this since the first time I caught my wife Betty cheating on me.
Except back then, I was confused about what to make of things.
I could not put my thoughts together. I never would be thinking about this
had that day not happened. How did it happen? It was all because
of an accident one morning that I was on my way to work. I
got into my car and pulled out of my driveway and was heading toward my
bank job when at the first intersection leading out of my neighborhood, a car
came barreling around a bend, and I was seconds too late to avoid colliding
with it. The car rammed into my left headlight, cracking my bumper guard.
We stood there for several minutes, arguing specifics, before finally deciding to
exchange insurance details. Already I was getting late for work. I had seen
a gray truck drive past me, but the vehicle didn't register until later,
and I decided to stroll back home and borrow Betty's car. I had no
idea if she would be making use of it, and prayed I didn't have
to end up calling an uber instead. It was a seven minute walk to
my house. Holding my jacket in my arm, I saw the great truck
parked a short distance from my driveway. I had no clue whom it belonged
to, at least not. Then I entered my house and was halfway up
the stairs when I heard laughter from the corridor. I recognized Betty's voice,
except another was laughing alongside her, a man's voice. I crept toward the
bedroom door and heard their voice grow more distinct. The guy was asking her
when I would be back home. Who cares when he'll be back, said
my wife. Let's fuck for God's sake. I was in disbelief and couldn't
believe what I'd heard. I inched the door open and peered into the room.
Sure enough, my wife wasn't alone inside. A black man was in
there with her. Betty sat on the bed naked, while the black strain
was hurrying out of his jeans. I held my breath as I observed them
from behind the door, careful not to make any sudden move to alert them.
I was of half the mind to surprise them, and I cannot explain
why I chose not too. Maybe it was because it was such a crazy,
surreal thing to see my wife getting ready to cheat on me with another
man. There was every indication she had done it before without me being aware.
Why else would she audaciously invite her lover to our home. The black
man stood naked before Betty, and I had an instant to see his swinging
dick before Betty grabbed hold of it and brought it to her mouth. You
have no idea the horror that comes when you spy your wife giving head to
a stranger in your presence. I wanted to throw up, yet stood there
and watched as the man fell on top of her. They rolled on the
bed. Betty opened her legs for the black stranger to insert himself inside her,
while her arms and feet stayed locked around his backside. She groaned and
pelted the man with k as he began fucking her. Yes, I stood
behind the door and watched another man sink his cock inside my wife, and
I made no attempt at stopping them. To tell the truth, I wasn't
even angry. I watched for a while, then quietly left them together and
went back down the stairs to where I had left my coat and left the
house. I did call for an uber, and as expected, got to
my office an hour late than usual. I called Betty up around noon to
find out how she was doing. The whole time she talked, I fantasized
that her black lover was behind her, caressing her body and kissing the back
of her neck. The thought of that got my erection growing hard in my
pants, as I quickly told Betty I would home later in the evening.
When I ended the call, I sat back and pictured her lover bending her
over the bed and fucking her. I left my desk and went into my
office restroom to masturbate. That was the first time I found out about Betty's
cheating habits, but it wasn't the last. I started being more stealthy with
her. I went and purchased miniature spy cameras and hid them around the house.
Every night I would check on the output. It was almost a week
before I found a recording of her having sex, except this was a different
stranger. I wondered where she was finding them. They made out in the
living room before then taking things upstairs. The recording I enjoyed The most was
when she invited two men to the house one weekend that I traveled out of
town on a business trip. This occurred three months ago. I have no
idea if the men stayed over for the weekend I was gone, but I
realized I had enough recording to masturbate when I returned home. Since I installed
the cameras in the preceding months, I have procured enough recordings of my whore
wife that would for a worthy porn library. But as much as I enjoy
watching her cheat on me, what I craved the most as to be there
in actual person to watch her. I have read tons of articles on the
cuckold subject. I have registered with several online adult forum catering to such including
exchanging photos with other husband's couples currently living the swinger's stag lifestyle. It is
like an addiction to me now. In my dreams, I imagine myself returning
home and forced to watch Betty and her lover have sex with a multitude of
men who fuck her almost without impunity. My masturbation has always vivid when I
reflect on this PostScript. Betty had gone the past two weeks without having sex
with any of her lovers. I have checked through the camera recordings and found
nothing Zilch. I am worried whether she possibly knows that I am aware of
her habit, or if she may have decided to quit the lifestyle as it
stands. I am afraid to inquire and yet to know how to raise this
subject with her. However, I will retain patience and keep you posted on
how things are going. Stay tuned.