A support group for cuckolds? It sounds like there should be something to be ashamed of, to be embarrassed about, to feel foolish over. I laughed when I clicked the 'Reply' button. Who was I laughing at? Myself for responding to the anonymous email, or the sender for thinking anyone would respond. I admit I've learned a lot about wearing the horns since I joined the group. Now it's my turn to do some teaching.
"Hi, I'm Matt, and I'm a cuckold."
"Hi, Matt."
I love being a cuckold. My wife loves putting the horns on me. She gets to try different cocks in her pussy, sometimes in her bottom, different tongues on her clit, multiple partners. I get to see the passion in her face, the flush in her breasts, the hot cum dripping from her cunt. The last makes a pretty good dessert.
We find the men for her to fuck in lots of places, bars, bowling alleys, grocery stores, even church. We both get involved in the pickup process. Any time we're out in public, she leaves her bra at home. Her breasts are full, big but not oversized -- somewhere between a B- and a C-cup. They are firm and don't droop like great big ones like D-cups. She hasn't had any children yet, which helps. Her pussy is tight. At least half the guys who fuck her comment on her ability to squeeze them dry.
One of our favorite sources of men is the telephone. We don't call them; they call us. Remember telemarketing? We purposely stayed off the 'Do Not Call' lists. At least once a week, a salesman comes to our house to sell us something. You might say we have made all the sales. There has been one exception. Let me tell you about him.
We are in our mid-twenties. We had someone coming to sell us cemetery plots. I couldn't think of anything sillier for us to buy. What the hell? He was male.
I greeted Rob at the door. He was about our age. I expect him to be in his fifties. That wouldn't have bothered either of us. Laura likes older men; they have had more practice than the younger ones. They do a better job of pleasing her, especially with their faces. He and I sat down in the living room, and I let him talk me up. That's when the salesperson tries to find our hot buttons that can be pushed to get us to buy. I'm in sales, so I can spot most of the tricks of the trade. Occasionally I learn something new that I can use.
Rob was pretty subtle. He kept to neutral topics like sports and the weather. He was a genealogist. He mentioned some trips to cemeteries during his research. Pretty slick, I thought. Getting his product into a general conversation.
As usual, we kept him waiting for her to come into the living room for twenty minutes. This gave me time to size him up. He seemed like a nice guy, maybe a little too nice. I was about to excuse myself to go tell her I wanted to cancel when she entered the room, naked as always. Probably out of habit, he stood up when he heard her coming. He extended his hand to her and to introduce himself. When he saw her, his jaw dropped open. This gave Laura the opening she wanted. Without hesitation, she marched up to him, grabbed his head with both hands, and clamped her mouth to his. His arms flailed around as he fought to keep his balance. His gasping told me she had stuck her tongue between his teeth and brushed the roof of his mouth with it. Eventually he stopped trying to pull away from her. He still hadn't put his arm around her. She kept one hand on his neck and slipped the other between them to stroke his rapidly growing cock through his pants. His breathing became deeper and deeper. "Don't," he pleaded. "I'm married."
