My name is Richard and I am a cuckold. Not the closet cuckold who watches porn every night wishing his wife would make his dream a reality. No, I am a bona fide cuckold who now faces the realities that come along with this new label for me. I have cried for nights on end, racked with the guilt of carrying out my perverted fantasy. I wish I had never read about this fetish in that Penthouse my brother hid under his mattress all those years ago.
That is where I first read my first real cuckold tale about cheating wives and their wimp husbands that crave being cuckolded by a superior male with a much bigger cock and large testicles that contain real sperm.
Unknown to his wife, the husband in this story was hiding in the closet watching his wife commit adultery as he stroked himself.
The most exciting part of the story was when he realized the love of his wife was taking her lover bare. If he didn't pull out in time her ripe and fertile womb would be fertilized with potent baby making sperm. As the wife approached her orgasm the stud shortened his strokes and began to groan as his climax approached as well.
Snapping out of my daydream my secretary stuck her head in my office door," Melissa called and asked if you could call her back when you are free"
"Thank you, Stacey, I will do that now". I always looked forward to hearing my wife's sweet voice, a voice that matched her personality and looks.
Melissa is one of those girl next door types. 5'7" with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, 135 lbs. and the cutest smile you could imagine. Kind and considerate she always was there for those in need. Picking up the phone I began to wonder if the handyman had started work on our basement renovation. "Hi sweetheart, how is your day so far?" 'Good I replied, how is your day going, did our handy man get there yet? Yes, he has and he already is well into it.