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The Women

John — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 20:32:17 GMT

I've found that the women in Cuckold situations fall into catagories. They seem to be different types, or combinations of types. My observations.........Alpha Female has high levels of testerone, (often very prominent clitoris) and extremely high sex drive. Great in bed, willing to do almost anything. They have had multiple partners, and can't get one to "stick". The husbands, are usually submissive by nature, and often are completley denied sex. When things aren't going well for the wife, she can be extremely mean to the husband. She'll find a sex partner, "often time married" and after a couple of months, the guy leaves her. She is seldom the one that leaves. I avoid this type of situation at all cost. The ONLY success I've had in these situations, is to use physical pressure. A better word would be violence, but it has a more negative conotation. I don't like to use violence, and thats why I avoid these situations. To put it bluntly, these women need the shit slapped out of them at times. They don't get it from their husbands, or anyone else. They are often BRUTAL to their husbands, both emotionally and often physically. THE ONLY way a BULL can get around with these couples is by taking charge. They are great in bed, and thats usually why guys stay for any time at all.
Next is what I believe is the most common situation. This is where the husband just fucks up. They marry a woman, everything is great, and they fail to deliver their end of the bargain. They have sex a bunch in the beginning, and even though its not great the wife probably would never change the situation. Then maybe the husband, promises her children and maybe she doesn't have to work. But what really happens is he starts to work too much, and negelects his wife. No sex, and when they do it sucks. Usually no kids, its not the "right" time.
She has to continue to work so they can "get ahead." In this situation it becomes the husbands fault, and the wife makes him pay. She brings me in, makes him watch, often denies him sex, and it can escalate to almost anything. This is usually a long term deal. The Bull is all about the fucking, something the husband neglected. Often the Bull is better equiped, and usually larger physically. The husband often resents the Bull, and sometimes tries to be physical. This is the easiest situation for the Bull. The wife wants him, and its the husbands fault. He can do almost anything he wants in these situations, take the wife outDate her, , just have sex with her, abuse the husband, almost anything. The only way a Bull screws this up is to be mean or nasty TO THE WIFE. I've had many situations like these and there the best for the Bull. I've given the women children, and the husband raises them. I date his wife and make him pay. I make him sleep on the floor next to the bed while I stay in his bed with his wife. Almost anything can be done in these situations, if you realize the wife is TRUELY in control. SHE decides how mean I can be to her husband. She decides if they have kids by me. She decides when it starts and when it ends, not the Bull, not the husband. This is almost always a situation where the wife was forced, by the husbands inactivity to take the situation into her own hands, and then found out how much she liked it, nothing more. The Bull just has to do what the fucking husband was supposed to do in the first place, tell her how beautiful she is, how good she makes him feel, how great she smells. She gets great fucking as well, and its a win-win.

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New Cuckoldress/cuckold Tribe in Mississippi

Cuck — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:06:43 GMT

Hello everyone.

I have just started a new Tribe in Mississippi for Cuckoldresses, Bulls and cuckolds. There is nothing going on it seems in the dep south, so I am trying to get someting started. I dont have anything posted at all, and I would really appreciate everyones support to get this up and running.

Here is the address. http://tribes.tribe.net/mississippicuckolds

I was a cuckold for 15 years to my x wife. We lived it and loved it. I would really like to find a woman that is activiely seeking a cuck for a LTR.

Thanks for your help.

T

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Our latest cuckold experience....

Alan — Mon, 12 May 2008 02:59:31 GMT

Bulls, Cucks and others... here is a quick summary of our latest cuckold experience and some tips for future encounters either with us or others...

We posted on Craigslist seeking a Bull for an encounter Sat night. The message stated we were starting at a hotel bar, how to find, what we will do and to reply with why we should select a particular guy. It told the guys how to respond. No one did as we asked. We got canned -- copy & paste -- generic messages. Anyway we go. We use my Palm to check Yahoo email and have the bluetooth on the phone set to Cuckold.

One guy says show up (and he even emailed us...) She & I were there for almost an hour before He shows up... so it was interesting seeing the expressions of the couples around us, when I sort of stopped being so close to her and stopped talking to her and he sort of "moved in".

He offered to buy us drinks. I passed, they drank. They talked. They danced. He offered to buy more drinks. I passed. They drank. The talked. They danced. And a 3rd time... till it was closing time. She got to the point and point blank asked him to "close the deal"... why him. He said he was good and has a good size 7" +. So ok. He followed us back to our hotel.

We got comfortable. I ran around and did stuff. Got water. Lit candles. Etc. They made out on the sofa. They got very comfortable, very fast. I was told to strip. I was told to watch. I was told to come closer to go back to the chair.

Meanwhile.... she was putting her 38 ii breasts in his face, french kissing, getting more naked, giving him a hand job to keep him hard. He came. We were not back in the hotel room 10 min.

So, he then watched as she sat on my face and I got her off.

More small talk and he left. They said maybe it was the late hour. Maybe the drinks. Maybe....

We got into bed. She was bummed. She likes good, hard long fucks. She likes doggy style. She likes a good, hard cock.

She got none of that.

I am avg size. But, I got on her and we went at it doggy style.

Then to sleep.

I had stuff to do this am, so in the am, we had breakfast and then I left and come back to see her in the afternoon.. to sleep.. but we talked about last night... and one thing led to another... and we fucked in lots of different positions.. then she gave me a hand job and I came all over myself, the pillows, her hair, the sheets.

Epilogue.

You don't need to pump her full of drinks. You should prob not drink either if it will affect your performance.

You need to be able to back up what you say by some serious action.

If you are just avg, then don't reply. We have avg. There is nothing wrong with avg. She needs a Bull. Someone that is well hung, hard as a board, and can either last a long time or cum over and over.

Just some thoughts.

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truck driver and wife

jason — Thu, 08 May 2008 00:53:23 GMT

hi all well we are trying to get back into the swing of thins and are looking for some fun out on the road i drive a truck and i love to see my wife get fucked and i enjoy cleaning he pussy after it is full of another mans cum any on intrested e-mail us at lala4988@yahoo.com (blck me are a plus)

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looking for a woman to be my girlfriend and cuckold me aswell

raulrivas319 — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:11:34 GMT

im an attractive submissive open-minded bisexual white latin male in north miami beach,florida. 5'7" 175 brown hair and eye's 8" cock thick and cut cute ass.im 31 years old with a babyface and very sexual. love to eat pussy and fuck for hours. need a woman that can keep up with me sexually and fuck my brains out but can also fuck other men while i watch and service. i have enjoyed this with other couples and would like a loving relationship with a woman that will fuck me but also fuck other men with me. please email me and let me know what you think thanks,
raul

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I'm Not Sure How this Works

Inferior — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 02:02:07 GMT

I'm an Eligible Cuckold in PA, any females interested?

All are welcome to join my new group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/biwbetamales

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dom needed to put this cuckold in his place on Sat

Alan — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 18:06:14 GMT

We are thinking of going out this Sat seek a Stud who can show this Lady what bliss is and can put this cuckold in his place .... he is just avg and needs to see first hand how to please a Lady.

Is this you?

What would you do if you met a lady in a bar and she was showing a lot of skin?... would you go to her... and tell the guy next to her to get lost.... would you take her on the dance floor and really get to know her... would you tell her to go to the bathroom, remove her wet panties... give them to the wimp of a guy she is with...while you take the Lady out side to get some fresh air... and get a fresh start in getting comfortable....

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Neighborly Hospitality

AfroerotiK — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:28:26 GMT

Unannounced visitors were not very common, especially in the middle of the day, so when the knock came at the door for Lisa Ingles, she was caught a little off guard. Little did she know that she was about to be introduced to a world of experiences that would shift her reality and alter her life completely. Little did she know that she was about to become an entirely new woman.

She opened the door to find herself staring, face to face, with a beautiful black woman who looked more like she belonged on a runway in Paris or New York as opposed to a quiet, unassuming street in Alpharetta. Her face was made up in a way that was flawless, highlighting her chocolate brown complexion that looked as smooth as silk and her hypnotic eyes and full sensual lips. She was wearing a tight black leather vest that pushed her breasts up and put them on display like a set of pillowy mounds of soft flesh. Her expensive designer jeans hugged every curve and you can rest assured that she had curves. She was wearing rather expensive shoes as well; not that there was much of them, it was a pair of dangerously high heels made up of just a few strips of black leather that crossed her toes and wrapped around her ankles and formed a perfect canvas for her coral colored toenails that complimented her beautiful brown skin. Lisa, forgetting all her manners, simply stood and stared. Waiting patiently for the usual initial shock to wear off and extending her hand, she said, “Hi neighbor, my name is Syreeta and I’m going to be moving in next door and I wanted to stop by and introduce myself.”

Regaining her composure, Lisa shook of look her initial surprise and invited her guest in. She felt rather underdressed in her workout clothes and she tried to hide her insecurity by being gracious. “Steven did mention that he might be moving but I really don’t have that much interaction with him; I wasn’t even aware that he’d moved. Welcome to the neighborhood, I’m Lisa. My husband Brad is at work now but it’s very nice to meet you. Please do sit down. Would you like some coffee?”

Syreeta’s demeanor was graceful and friendly. She politely declined the offer for coffee and asked for some bottled water instead. “Actually, Steven is just renting the place to us for a couple of months. My boyfriend got a job here with CNN and I told him that I’d give him a few months to see if I could adapt to life in the burbs. I’m hoping it’s remotely reminiscent of Wisteria Lane because I’d hate to think the most excitement that there is to be found out here is a concert at Chastain.”

Lisa laughed along with her, rather nervously, knowing that there was little excitement north of the perimeter compared to the Desperate Housewives melodrama. Syreeta was delightful, engaging in fact, and wove enticing tales of being a model in New York and how she and her boyfriend, Dixon, had met when he was Director of Marketing at the Lincoln Center. As if on cue, there was another knock at the door and it was Dixon, coming to inquire about the whereabouts of his other half.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to steal Syreeta back to help me finish painting.” Lisa stared again. Dixon was 6 feet tall and had the same cocoa brown complexion of his lover. His body showed evidence of many workouts and his t-shirt and sweat pants indicated that he had been working up a sweat getting things ready in the new house.

Syreeta rolled her eyes and apologized about taking up too much time; looking like she was looking for any excuse to get out of doing work. “Hey, want to come over for dinner on Saturday? Bring the hubby and let’s make it a foursome, okay?” With that, she leaned over and kissed Lisa on the cheek like they were long lost friends. It was a little more intimate than Lisa was expecting and it gave her a thrill somehow, not really sure why but aware that there was some sort of unspoken exchange of electricity in the room.

Lisa shut the door and was alive with sensation but she didn’t quite know why or what to do about it. Her pussy was tingling and her clit was throbbing. She hadn’t masturbated in years. In fact, she couldn’t really remember the last time she’d been really horny. On the rare occasion she felt like she wanted some sexual release she would get in bed with her husband and say, “Honey . . . “ and that was indication that he should get under the covers and go to work. He’d lift up her conservative cotton nightgown and lick her to orgasm and the entire ordeal would be over without much else being said. Lisa couldn’t wait for Brad to get home. Every step she took she was reminded of her swollen pussy lips and the moisture that soaked her panties. Had it been merely Syreeta’s presence that had aroused such fever? She thought perhaps that the reason she was so horny must have been Dixon, with his muscular body flexing beneath his t-shirt and invoking fantasies of the forbidden. Unable to concentrate, Lisa took a shower, aimed the showerhead directly on her clit, and fingered herself to a mind-blowing orgasm in the afternoon.

All week long, Lisa was filled with new erotic sensations. She started dressing up a little more during the day, wearing more makeup and more revealing clothing, and she would demand that Brad lick her to orgasm at night. Closing her eyes, she would get lost in vague fantasies, fantasies of brown skin and heated passion and shadowy images of intense fervor that her body longed to feel. Brad noticed the change in her conduct and loved every second of it. Her libido was reawakened and she was more commanding in the bedroom. Her orgasms seemed more intense; she seemed more determined to use his mouth for her pleasure.

Brad appreciated the renewed sexual activity. He would slide out of bed after having finished servicing his wife and sit in front of his computer screen. His cock wouldn’t stay hard for sex but it sure as hell felt good when he pulled on it and looked at porn. Mostly, he looked at images of white women being savagely fucked by gangs of black men. He dreamt of Lisa being used and fucked by thick, long black cocks, his heart would flutter with jealousy, and his cock would drip with arousal. He would stroke and dream of seeing her well-used cunt, dripping with cum and his mouth would water, fantasizing about the opportunity to tasty the sweet evidence of her infidelity. He’d never dare mention any of his thoughts to his wife; she would never understand his deep desire to see her being fucked by a black man. It just wasn’t something southern white women would even contemplate and it wasn’t something white men were supposed to jerk off to so he was content to live in secrecy and denial.

Lisa and Syreeta were spending more time together as the days passed. By Friday night, by the time Brad came home, Syreeta and Lisa were giggling and whispering like teenagers and Dixon had to come retrieve his girlfriend, yet again, because they were going to be late for a very important dinner reception. Syreeta winked at Lisa and said, “So we are soooo excited to see you tomorrow night for dinner. Can’t wait in fact.” She kissed Lisa goodbye, this time fully on the mouth, and it seemed to linger a little longer than one would expect and Brad felt a pang of jealousy that gave him a raging hardon. Dixon just rolled his eyes, gave Brad a knowing wink, and ushered his lovely companion off for the evening. They were barely out the door before Lisa had Brad on his knees licking her to orgasm in the kitchen while the children played totally unaware in the back yard.

Saturday was the day of reckoning. The kids had been packed up for sleepover dates with their friends and Lisa was in rare form. All day long, It seemed like she couldn’t get enough oral sex and she was even getting more verbal than usual, more dominate in her commands. “Get on your knees and eat my pussy. Yeah, suck it. I bet Dixon doesn’t have a worthless cock. I bet he can get it up to fuck Syreeta and he doesn’t have to eat her out all the time. I bet she gets that big hard black cock rammed in her pussy all the time. I bet he has a gigantic cock” Her dialogue seemed to drive them both over the edge and they were soon both cumming like crazy; Brad wanking away while he drove his tongue deeply inside his lovely wife and Lisa practically suffocation her hubby by riding his face.

Neither of them had the nerve to discuss the dynamic that was evolving between them. They seemed to exist very happily with their unspoken new raison d’etre. As Lisa prepared for their dinner date Brad could barely contain himself. She put on a brand new outfit, one that she and Syreeta had picked out at the Northlake Mall. The skirt was dangerously short and showed off her well toned legs. The top was low cut as well and displayed her tits in a way that most mothers of 2 couldn’t do at 37 years old. She put on a thong and, at the last minute, bent over in front of Brad and slid it off. He practically shot a load in his pants then and there. He couldn’t get over the transformation of his wife and how she’d become so sexual in such a short period of time.

They knocked on the door at exactly 8 PM and Syreeta greeted them and invited them in. They had decorated they house such that it didn’t even look like it belonged on such a quiet little enclave, it looked like something out of an interior design magazine. Brad was expecting something more outlandish, like on MTV Cribs because that’s all he’d ever really known of Black wealth. He had to check his own biases at the door because Dixon and Syreeta were far from stereotypical, they were two intelligent, articulate, extremely sophisticated people, and they seemed to be wildly in love with one another.

Brad handed Dixon a bottle of wine and they went off to the dining room to enjoy a sumptuous meal of French onion soup, curry roasted duck, roasted asparagus with garlic, and focaccia bread while listening to some rarely heard tracks from John Coltrane. The evening was flowing seamlessly and everyone but Brad seemed to have this secret that they were keeping. The more wine that flowed, the more the unspoken glances were exchanged, and private jokes passed. Brad laughed nervously as they seemed to be laughing at his expense.

After dinner, they foursome retired to the living room and shared some cognac. The alcohol had loosened Lisa’s inhibitions and she sat next to Dixon, ignoring Brad completely, pretending to be engrossed in a conversation about jazz when it was more than obvious she was simply using that as a pretense to press her body next to his. Syreeta seemed to be running interference for her new friend, trying to distract Brad with conversation about Real Estate and things that would keep his focus off their respective partners. Syreeta pulled Brad to the backyard with the pretense of looking at property lines and when they returned to the living room, Dixon and Lisa were nowhere to be found. When Brad inquired where they went, Syreeta implied that it was nothing he should be worried about, that they were probably just getting better acquainted.

Better acquainted was an understatement. While Brad and Syreeta were in the living room making casual conversation about fixed mortgages, Lisa was in the bedroom, on her knees, with both hands wrapped around Dixon’s cock, stroking it and coaxing out precum to lick off. That had been the plan for the better part of the week; Lisa was going to get fucked like she needed it and Dixon was going to serve up the dick like only he knew how. She and Syreeta planned and plotted over coffee how she was going to become an insatiable slut right under Brad’s nose. This was Lisa’s moment of reckoning. Dixon pulled her tits out of her top and squeezed her nipples hard. Lisa moaned and begged for him to do it harder, shocked at her own desires. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking it like a wanton whore. Dixon grabbed her brown hair, pulled it like he was pulling reigns on a philly, and started fucking her mouth hard. She was choking on that cock but she refused to stop sucking. She was trying to get him to cum in her mouth. She’d never let Brad cum in her mouth in their 12 years of marriage but she wanted to take Dixon’s load more than anything. The harder he fucked her mouth, the more she licked and sucked and swallowed every black inch. Lisa was up for the challenge and taking it all.

Her pussy was throbbing and dripping and she was ready for the main course without much foreplay but Dixon had other plans. He tossed her on the bed and pushed her tits together. Her tits were a present from her husband for her 35 birthday and he grabbed them and squeezed them, he even slapped them at Lisa’s request. She was craving rough treatment and she couldn’t get enough. She was mesmerized his brown skin in contrast to her pale flesh. Dixon alternated between fucking her tits and fucking her mouth and he was making sure that Lisa was aware of her place as his plaything with his words. “Look at you, you nasty cunt, sucking my big black cock. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never be satisfied with your husband’s little prick again. You’ll be begging me to bend you over and ram this big dick in you. You love this, don’t you? You know I’m about to fuck you senseless, don’t you?”

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Brad was getting more and more uncomfortable as time passed. He kept looking towards the master bedroom, wondering if he could hear signs of sex or if it was just his imagination. His cock was rock hard at the thought of his wife, merely feet away, getting filled with the cock of her black lover. He couldn’t hide his arousal and he was trying to discretely rub himself. Syreeta could sense his distraction and she toyed with him, whispering in his ear as she taunted him. “He’s fucking her right now, you know that, don’t you?” He’s got her bent over and he’s ramming his huge dick in her from behind, stretching her and filling her like you never could.

Brad couldn’t swallow. His eyes were glued in the direction of the bedroom and he was in a trance. He’d never been more turned on in his entire life.

“Oh god, it hurts. Please, don’t stop.” Brad choked for air as he could clearly hear the sounds of his wife’s cries coming from the bedroom. His wife was engaged in some serious fucking and he didn’t know what to do. Syreeta toyed with him as he strained to hear more. He was sure he could hear the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall and Dixon groaning and telling his wife how good her tight white pussy was. He was correct. Lisa was on her hands and knees, getting banged hard, her tits flapping as a hard black cock hit her in places that hadn’t been touched in years. Dixon had his thumb in her ass and he was threatening to fuck her there. Lisa was begging for it loud enough for Brad to hear. “Oh yes, fuck me hard, use my white pussy, fuck me good and hard. Make me your white slut, I love your big hard cock. Use my holes for your pleasure. I want to feel your cum dripping from my pussy and my asshole. I want your jism in my belly. Oh yesss, I want to eat Syreeta’s sweet black pussy while you bang me hard from behind. I’m a nasty, filthy, dirty slut for your cock. Oh, shit. I’m going to cum. Please, leave your load in me. Please give me your cum. I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Oh fuck I’m cumming. She was cumming harder than she’d cum in years. “Yes, Dixon, cum inside meeeeeee. Please.”

In the living room, Brad was practically crying. It was his dream come true, his fantasy made reality but he wasn’t there to witness it. He wanted to ask Syreeta if he could lick her pussy but he wasn’t sure of the proper protocol. He wanted to take his cock out and jerk it off with his ear pressed to the bedroom door. He looked a Syreeta and she seemed calm, cool, and collected, like she and Dixon has done this plenty of times before. He wondered briefly how they could have such an open relationship, one based on such freedom and communication.

Lisa emerged from the bedroom, dressed, but disheveled. She looked drained but glowing. Her footsteps were shaky and she walked to Brad and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He could taste the evidence of a sex on her lips. Exhausted, she whispered, “Let’s go home. Dixon and I made a special dessert just for you.” Brad thanked Syreeta for the lovely meal and they hurried off next door, to enjoy the fruits of their experience and reap the creamy rewards.

Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK

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looking for LTR lover for my wife (sf bay area)

watch_wife — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 08:53:18 GMT

Any well endowed lovers with a great stamina interested to please my wife (42) regularly?
She loves kissing and big cocks most! She prefers mostly one-on-one sex with you while I'm at work :-)
Anyone interested?
Please respond only if you are serious about it and are well endowed.

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Help Please

lilsissybaby — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 00:12:12 GMT

I have an ex-wife, Marie. She has a black boyfriend, Michael. They showed up out of no where, I mean I haven't seen them, well her in over year, and him never. They caught me in a diaper and a pink nightie. She teased me and laughed at me, saying she always knew that I wasn't a man. Since that time they have come over frequently. She has brushed my teeth with his cum, putting it on my tooth brush, and she has used her soiled panties as my gag. She wants to get more engaged in my life, and help me find another woman who will cuckold and dominate me, and another strong black man who will humiliate a small white sissy.

I would appreciate any ideas for me or for them.

I would appreciate any opionions on anything that has happened or should happen.

I beg for someone experience a black bull or a white wimp or a hot wife to be friends and maybe tutor me or talk with Marie or Michael.

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East Coast information about Bulls, Cuckolds and Hotwives

Tom — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:55:13 GMT

Can anyone tell us where to find "true bulls" in Philly...... New Jersey, Delaware or New York. Dominant men that's looking for couples. Clubs, Internet, Bulletins, Blogs, personal ads? Were tired of wasting time on frauds, posers and fakes looking for a quick lay or cyber sex.

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BLACK BULL IN PHILLY AREA

rosco — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 21:22:26 GMT

Black bull in Philly burbs seeking a white cuck cpl for real time. Serious replies, please. Discretion assured if needed.
Am 5'10, 215 lbs, professional and college educated.
Cucks invited to make contact and arrange a meeting for the wife. Yahoo messenger - mandingoman02

R.L

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Michigan mistress please

Kevin — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 23:34:52 GMT

Im pretty new to this and im looking into male chastity and i need a mistress to serve and tell me what to do seeings im so new to this lifestyle. Im looking at various chastity devices but want to pick out the one my mistress will have me wear. Can anyone help?

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Tulsa Oklahoma Wife Looking

Candice — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 17:59:56 GMT

Looking for some friends in the Tulsa, oklahoma area. I am open to giving other men blowjobs. I do swallow. I may be open to intercourse. I would be comfortable with that if the man used a condom until we got to know one another, then, if the ocndom were to "slip" I would be ok with that. I am not using any form of birth control and would be open to a breeding session. Husband must be able to watch and join in if I OK it.

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new to group

Mudd — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 22:03:29 GMT

hi!

Northern Cali perve, I've surely cucked a few husbands, I realize there's more to it than meets the eye. By joining this group I'm making myself available to all kind of kinky propositions. I hope this profile isn't to vague, I realise a lot of ladies aren't of a a slutty enough persuasion to support a husband with a strong cuckold need. I want to make it known that I'm quite experienced in such situations and more than willing to help couples work though this seemingly awkward issue

Mudd

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HOW DO I GET CUCKED AND HOW DO I GET HER TO EVEN DESIRE THE THOUGHT

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 15:37:58 GMT

I have this desire growing it seems daily. My wife has not yet grown interested and I am looking for others who may understand what it is I struggle with and how I may see her one seduced and herself come to desire her secret lover the BULL of our marriage. I look forward to others input and direction. My wife is in her mid 40s and it seems her desire for sex has died. I have come to realize after reading online and seeing her real needs but SHE IS secretly suppressing. A Bull will wake her up and awake all I have desired for her and I. I am hoping to hear from, Cucks, Bulls and Cuckoldresses.

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TRUE STORY - My Past, by a confirmed Cuckoldress

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:03:47 GMT

POSTED RELUCTANTLY, upon request from emailers:

I didn’t want to admit this to my Tribe.net buddies, but so many have suspected that I have a “past,” I felt that perhaps I should reveal just what that amounted to – well, some of it anyway.

When I was 18 and stupid, I needed money to go to school. I was advised by some other young women that pole-dancing would be a good way to make some money fast.

Well, that was somewhat overstated. But, after a brief whirlwind of searching, I found myself in the position as one of five young women chosen by an agency for an adult entertainment venture that would be a level above that. This was more difficult for me than the other four because I had been shy my entire life, burdened with an overwhelming sense of inferiority and weakness.

We five were enrolled in acting classes and, over the next six months, learned acting techniques, including comedy and dance.

During that time, I’d also enrolled in a community college and began dating my first-year sociology instructor who I’d marry a year later. He’s also a post-grad-studies engineer. He made me understand that what I was getting involved in would be a short-term career that almost certainly would be a dead-end job within five years, whereas a solid education would be a better bet. An adult-entertainment background isn’t the best resume for future stage work.

I told my husband-to-be that I’d been involved in some silent fuck films that were no more than videos produced for sordid advertising, internet clips, magazine postings and other low-end venues. Additionally, we were expected to fuck the producers and their friends at fund-raising parties and social gatherings. All this paid us five naïve girls a percentage of the take and paid back the agency for its investment in us five naïve girls. Nothing in life is free.

Having descended into society’s lowest depths, every element of shyness and inferiority I had experienced had now evaporated.

When my school’s next semester began, and I became a full-time “real” student. Had I remained with the agency, I’d have been on the adult-club circuit and taking roles in feature adult films, although not in a starring role. Those roles were then becoming money makers for the top one percent or so of actresses but the chances of achieving that are small for all others wannabes. It has now become so lucrative that only a small fraction of one percent reach that height of success.

Between his growing consultant business and his teaching positions, my husband made more money than I’d ever dream of achieving at doing anything else. And I was beginning to see how sleazy that other world was anyway.

Unless you’re at the top of the game, giving an adult performer the option of making her world pretty much whatever she wants it to be, it’s far worse than anyone outside that business can imagine. That business robs its employees of their souls.

And, finally, most people I meet, or correspond with, mistakenly assume I’m “really smart.” I’m not. Although I ultimately graduated, I had a lot of trouble with science and math. I fucked three instructors, an associate professor and a full professor to obtain additional instruction. Each told me beforehand that, although they would help, they wouldn’t adjust my grades upward. My grades were average.

The real reason some believe I’m smart is because of those acting classes. For all its Olympian faults, I’ll give the adult entertainment business that much credit. For its social reasons, overcoming my inferiority and just-plain fooling people, that tiny portion of my experiences was useful.

So that’s my past history, which I now assume will explain to my Tribe.net buddies how I developed the attitudes I now have.

I can’t recall how many readers of my few stories have asked, “Why can’t my wife (or girlfriend) see things like you?” Well, they didn’t go through the crap I did.

I apologize for not being fully forthcoming to those who I have answered. I’m truly sorry. Maybe the above will make up for it.

I regret much of my past. Except here to my friends on Tribe.net, it’s hidden. But Oscar Wilde once said, “All saints have a past. All sinners have a future.”

~~ "T"

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I need a daignosis...........

Cathy — Thu, 20 Dec 2007 14:46:19 GMT

What type of relationship would suit me best? My preferences are this, I am 49 yo sbf with too much time or no time at all. I want someone to come over lick it ,stick it, and be willing to take the trash out on his way out in less than an hour. I am praying my diagnosis is much more complex than just lazy ass whore, hee-hee.

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First Experience - True Story

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 15:05:32 GMT

I'm now 29. My husband, 17 years older, has had a fantasy of watching me with another man even before we were married 10 years ago. Just a month shy of two years ago, he asked if I'd accompany him to an adult video store.

At the back of the store was a long hallway with 20 video-viewing booths on each side. Business was slow that night and only a couple of customers were in the hall's booths. We were watching a video in a curtained booth and another guy peeked in at us. He looked very young, at least five years younger than my 26 years at the time. I'm 5'11" and he was about two inches shorter than me.

He asked if we minded if he watched with us. I said no and he joined us behind the booth's curtain. He stood alongside me and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his dick as he stood alongside me, my husband standing behind me and staring at us.

As the stranger jerked off, he carried on an ordinary conversation with such comments as, "So, are you two from around here?" and the like. I felt at first as if I had entered an alien land.

I hadn't had a lot of experience seeing other men's penises. My husband's is small, just a couple of inches when soft. At 18, I'd dated a guy with a six-inch dick. Although my younger brother's was larger, that man's still seemed enormous to me at that time.

I couldn't stop staring and my heart was pounding. His cockhead seemed as large as my husband's entire size when semi-erect.

My husband pulled out his penis and began stroking in unison with the guy. My heart thumped as I glanced from one to the other rigid cock.

Gasping, I leaned against a wall. Each watched me. I unbuttoned my blouse. They gazed in excitation at my naked breasts.

The guy's eyes glazed over. He reached to fondle a breast and exploded immediately. His face reddened as if embarrassed and he stuffed his sausage back in his pants. He breathed a, "Thank you," to us and slipped quietly from the booth, scurrying down the hall to the exit.

I didn't then know that I was soon to learn that penises come in many shapes, colors and sizes.

***

The following week, my husband asked if I wanted that night to visit the store again that Saturday. I chewed my lower lip, hesitantly, but ultimately agreed, "Yeah, sure. Last Friday was, well, really different!"

This time we left the curtain open. A guy about 30 walked twice by our booth and made eye contact. I smiled. He asked to join us and I nodded affirmatively, unable to speak.

He closed the curtain behind him and my husband dropped a handful of coins into the video machine. The guy stood alongside me and I let my hand brush the bulge in his jeans. He groaned. I unzipped the fly and pulled out his dick, asking if he wanted me to jerk him off. He said, "Please."

I stroked his hot and firm length. Although his face was porcelain pale, his shaft was dark with large purplish veins. It curved up to his belly. Curling my fist around this stiff rod, I gasped as an electric shock ran through my body.

His body shuddered. He groaned and I pointed his dickhead away from me as his love juice ejected onto a wall.

He zipped up, nodded a "thank you" and walked out of the booth and back toward the door leading to the bookracks.

Two weeks passed and my husband hadn't suggested we return. So I asked if he wanted to try finding another prospect at the video booths. He said, "Sure. I was concerned you wouldn't go back."

***

AFTER SEVERAL VISITS: I was wearing tropical cotton slacks and a tube top when we greeted the storeowner's son and made our way back to the viewing booths. By now, he had figured out what we were up to each time we were here and winked at me.

A first-year college student spotted us as we were trying to find a newer video we hadn't yet seen. He poked his head from his curtain and said, "I found a good one if you want to watch with me." My husband and I smiled at the other and walked in alongside the guy.

He talked as the movie was winding down and told us he'd start it over. He told us he was 19 and single. We hadn't any lengthy conversation with the men we had met under these circumstances. Each encounter typically had been no more than a jerk off party. I'd masturbated myself in sort of a circle along with my husband and one or two other guys and once with another married couple who had invited us to join them.

But this guy acted older than his years and we immediately liked him. My husband, who's 17 years older than me, for reasons I couldn't fathom, introduced me as his "daughter." This was somewhat believable. Even at 28, I was often asked to present my ID whenever we walk into any place where alcohol is served.

Somehow, this excited the young guy more than most we had met here. But he seemed somewhat hesitant to begin a mutual masturbation party. So I rubbed my open hand against his erection beneath his tan jeans and asked, "Would you like me to masturbate you while we watch?"

He said, "Oh yeah!"

My husband stood on the booth's low stool to get a better view of us.

I removed my tube top as he unzipped his jeans. I pulled on his rod as my husband watched and jerked off. He bucked against my hand. I turned to my husband and sucked his trembling length.

The guy's voice quavered as he said, "Wow! You and your dad are really close."
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It was all I could do from bursting out in laughter. I said, "Sort of an unusual family, I guess. Daddy's been fucking me since Mom left."

The three of us simultaneously left the store after both had ejaculated and the guy sat with us in the darkened back of our van in the store's parking lot. After petting, we removed our clothes and he fucked me as my husband watched. He would be only one of four guys whose dicks I allowed inside me during the two years we visited this meeting place.

Before leaving for his car, he asked me for a date. I turned to my "father" and asked if it was "...okay, Daddy?" My husband said, "Sure, honey. Seems like a nice boy."

We had two enjoyable dates. But on the third time out, we were dancing naked in his apartment near his school when his girlfriend used her key to walk in on us.

I pulled on my jumpsuit and zipped up as she was screaming at him. I grabbed my purse and waved goodbye, scurrying out the door. In this heated situation, I hadn't realized that I'd left my bra but I didn't return to get it.

He never called again, but we saw their pictures in the local newspaper's wedding announcements six months later so I guess they worked everything out. He had never told me he had a girlfriend, especially one with a key to his apartment.

After that story he had told Jeff about being my "father," my husband often introduced me as his daughter whenever we met a man there. Sometimes, just for fun, he made this claim to waiters at restaurants.

We began selecting incest videos more often than most other genres while here.

***

Occasionally, maybe five times total, not just one but two guys had walked into the viewing booth area together. On those occasions I was jerking off both simultaneously but had to leave my husband to take care of himself.

One of the more memorable was the time that two guys nervously walked into our booth and told us they were fellow students who then lived in the same dorm. They couldn't have been more different. The guy named Bill was tall, long-limbed and lean, with short blond hair. His dick was about average size and felt good in my hand. His brown-haired friend was about 5'7", with a cock that seemed nine or ten inches long, another record for me.

We stood in a line watching a hot incest video about a mom and son, a guy on each side of me as I stroked their hot pricks. The shorter guy unbuttoned my blouse and nursed a breast. I gasped, awash in dicks as the other lifted my skirt and inserted his cock between my bare legs from the back.

The taller of the two reached behind me and his hand encircled my husband's stiff rod to jerk him off while I was doing those two.

***

Except for that brief interlude with Jeff who had fucked me in our van, we made a trip to the book and video store regularly over more than a year and half, about once every two weeks, until the place closed down two months ago.

A few weeks before it was to close, the owner's son was behind the counter and had by then come to know us and what we were up to. We chatted often with him and he told us that he and his father were selling the property because of that area's vastly inflated commercial property. The asking price would have assured them they'd never need to work again but each had other plans for new businesses. This was our community's last adult book store with private video booths.

As a going-away gift, he presented us a half-dozen swingers magazines from his backroom inventory and suggested we could use them to continue our adventures. He, his sister, and parents were swingers and were swinging with several local couples and singles who advertised in the mags.

He stapled his personal card with phone number atop one of the mags and told us we would be his guests at a swingers party or a local annual swingers ball if we wished.

He told us that Jeff had stopped in a few times since he'd married and they talked about the "father and daughter" Jeff had met there. The store manager knew better but didn't rat on us; instead, he had elaborated on the story by adding that I had a "brother" who looked just like Jeff. He said Jeff thought that was the most exciting story he'd heard in his life.

After the store's property sold, we phoned the young man who gave us his card and swingers magazines and attended two parties at local homes of his friends. We decided we wouldn't be into swinging for the long run. I enjoyed giving the hand jobs though.

Those video booths gave us a lot of great memories and we still talk about several guys we met there.

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Any Wisconsin Cuckold?

Kevin — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 04:47:21 GMT

Any couples with cuckold in Wisconsin?

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Going-Away Party - True Story

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 15:10:02 GMT

REAL FRIENDS, REAL BENEFITS - MY FUCKBUDDIES.

I’m now 29 and often, when asked, can’t remember how many homes we have lived in over our 10 years of marriage. And we’re to be transferred again in three weeks, something that my husband’s business requires every six months to two years.

My husband has been a dedicated cuckold for a little more than two years. It took me awhile to understand him but he’d wanted this even before we married.

At his urging, I agreed to accompany him on visits to a video-viewing booth area of a local adult book and video store for two years. Over that time, many guys either joined us in our booth or poked their dicks through drilled holes between booths. I (usually) didn’t fuck them but enjoyed jerking’em off.

Unfortunately for both of us, my husband was required to regularly take a medication causing him to become mostly impotent. So, although he hadn’t mentioned his fantasy of another guy fucking me in more than a year, I had therefore found reason to renew the issue. It finally began to make sense to me.

I began dating an 18-year-old I met in a night class. After just one semester, he went away to another school so I began dating yet another fuckbuddy.

And during that time I met three women friends who enjoyed going out to places like rave clubs and male strip-bars. I didn’t care for raves but enjoyed watching my friends jerk off male dancers. Heck, I did it myself.

I occasionally returned home as late as 3 a.m. Sometimes my husband achieved an erection upon my retelling of these stories.

He won’t openly admit that he enjoys my experiences but it’s clear he does and loves being my cuckyboy. Truth be told, much of what I do is also for his pleasure.

So the third weekend before we were to be transferred yet again, two of those friends arranged a special “going-away night out” for me.

Janet at age 32 is the oldest of our little group and the only one who smokes. At 5’6” she was about 15 pounds overweight when we first met. She then began losing weight until she was now likely a few pounds underweight. Somehow this thinness, along with her no-nonsense demeanor and uncommonly self-confident deportment, her dark hair and blue eyes added a mysterious façade that attracted substantive attention from men everywhere we went.

Janet had something of a wild childhood. She told us that, following an even wilder middle school past, she fell into a particularly mischievous crowd in high school. By then, she was smoking dope and attending illegal street races. Often she served at the racers’ flag-girl. She graduated with decent grades. I can’t understand how.

But earlier in middle school, she was instrumental in forming a sex club that grew to 14 kids. They gathered at different homes every couple of weeks. After almost a year of this behavior, a neighboring couple complained of stereo noise at one of their member’s home. The cops arrived to discover a dozen naked and partially naked kids engaged in sex acts.

The school board transferred each kid to different schools and forbade any to socialize with another for the next two years. Their official edict wasn’t entirely successful but it broke up their frequent parties. And, of course, things remained a bit tense between the parents and their kids for a year or more.

Janet never ratted on her two-year older brother who was the club’s only older member. He hadn’t attended that evening. Although each saw the other having sex with others, she didn’t ever enjoy intercourse with her brother.

Marta, the most outgoing of our bunch, had another commitment that prevented her from attending that night. So that left just Evelyn and Janet to plan this special evening in my honor.

Evelyn, at age 24, unlike the divorced Janet, is married. She and her husband are swingers and nudists. Evelyn had invited Janet, my husband and me to join them at swap parties. But my husband explained he couldn’t get it up sufficiently for a party like that and begged off. Janet was satisfied with a string of boyfriends and also declined.

Evelyn is a svelte redhead with freckles and often is mistaken for a very young girl. Part of this age-identity confusion lies with her tendency to wear low-rider jeans and tight pullovers you’d expect on a adolescent student, far different from Janet and me who dress conservatively. I do that because I want to appear at least my age but sometimes it doesn’t work.

Janet’s two-year-older brother long had been eternally thankful he hadn’t attended that night those middle school fuckers was busted. Although Janet and I never went to the nudist camp with Evelyn and her husband, Janet told her brother about their offer and he frequently attended at the couple’s guest.

Most naturist parks bar single men but allow single women as members. The clubs prefer families to singles. Janet and I assumed her brother was probably one of their swinging partners as well but neither of us had asked.

A few months ago at the male strip club, Evelyn – as each of us often had done - was stroking a dancer’s long, lathered-up dick. Janet noticed a man nervously talking with the bartender and pointing toward us.

When Evelyn went to the bar a few minutes later for another drink, the bartender told her that the man had been concerned while observing her jerking off the dancer and he had assumed she was underage. The barkeep explained to him that he’d heard that complaint before and he personally knew Evelyn as an adult regular.

And minutes later that 42-year-old guy walked over to our table and asked Janet for a date. We guessed he was fascinated with this apparent “kid.”

Evelyn told him she and her husband were swingers and asked whether he was interested in threesomes. He enthusiastically agreed. Evelyn took his name and phone number. He has since swung with them several times.

Jan’s initial meeting with the man caused several pseudo-psychological analyses between the four of us. We guessed that his attraction to the young-looking Evelyn implied a pedophile personality.

Yet that night in the bar, he had been the only customer to protest when he thought she was too young to be there. We concluded that he probably denied his sexual preference and had displayed at that time an excessive fear of a 14-year-old holding an adult’s dick.

BACK TO THE PRESENT:

So now, Evelyn and Janet showed up at our door to pick me up for this unexplained “special” night out. My husband was intrigued and asked if he could go.

Janet said, “Absolutely not, Cuckyboy. We’ll give her something to tell you later.” She said this while drawing a line down his cock beneath his slacks.

Janet blindfolded me and drove us to Evelyn’s home. I asked if I looked like the Green Hornet, an old masked comic book character she displays on a poster above her bed back at her apartment. Janet replied, “More like the Green Horny.”

We arrived five minutes later and they hadn’t allowed me to remove the blindfold.

From their whispering, I recognized that it was Evelyn’s husband and the guy she had met at the strip club who greeted us at the door. I suspected now what they had planned. Evelyn’s husband had made no secret that he wanted to fuck Janet and me. I didn’t then realize that a third man was in the room.

I was about to remove my blindfold but Janet grasped my hands and said, “Oh no, not for awhile yet.” So I laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll play along.”

Amid giggles, I heard zippers and clothing falling away. Then someone gripped my wrists, raising my arms high as others undressed me.

The bar guy’s voice said, “Okay, now all women are to be blindfolded.” And moments later, it was done. Someone had turned on a stereo with soft music.

Evelyn’s husband announced, “We’re going to dance first. Throughout the night, each of the women will try and determine who the man they’re with might be. We’ll give points for correct the guesses and the winner receives a prize at the end of the evening.”

The third man added, “And since this party is in (my) honor, we wish her luck.” Everyone laughed, including me. Why was that funny? I don’t know. I guess you had to be there.

I said, “How can I guess if I don’t know who all of you are?”

They each introduced themselves. The third man said in his Philly accent, “And I’m Tony.” He’s Janet’s brother, so I assumed I was right guessing that he was among Evelyn’s threesomes. A fuckbuddy.

The problem with this game was that it was too easy. Evelyn’s husband is a big guy with thick hair. The older man we had met at the bar has a high forehead and thinning hair and was about 5’9”, three inches shorter than Ev’s hubby, and is much leaner. Jan’s bro has light reddish-blond hair that feels, well, fluffy. He’s slender also but about my height, 5’11”, with long limbs.

Ev’s husband was the first to dance with me. Our naked bodies pressed together through the last half of a song that had begun before the dancing began. His semi-erect penis curled to the side against my hip. Evelyn was dancing with the guy from the bar and Jan found herself pressed naked against her brother.

Partners changed as the song ended. Jan’s brother danced with me. I didn’t need to remove my broad blindfold to realize that he sported a horse-sized woody.

His cock had swollen while dancing with his sis and stood straight out. He rotated his hips until his rigid penis pressed all the way through the part between my legs. The upper part of his long shaft thrust aloft, tightly against my groin. His cock’s large head protruded so far out the back of my legs that I felt his broad dickhead pulsating against my buttocks.

His hips rotated against mine, causing the upper portion of his cock to hotly massage my clitoris. Soon I gasped for breath as he kissed me full on the lips. My hands gripped his buttocks. My hips rolled against his, masturbating my clit on his dick until I was about to explode.

But the song ended and I then was dancing with Evelyn’s husband. His stiff prick curled up toward his belly and throbbed against my stomach. With slow fucking motions he pressed his dick up and down in the narrow space between our tummies.

All women were moaning. One man groaned. Evelyn voice tremored as she said, “I can’t wait any longer! Somebody fuck me!”

“That’s the next part of the game,” her husband said. “Keep your blindfolds on.” They led us three women to the living room’s liquor bar and urged us forward, bracing our hands against its edge, our legs spread invitingly.

He went on, “This won’t be as easy to guess. A penis will enter your pussies from behind. If any woman attempts to feel the body behind her while being fucked, she will be disqualified.” None of us had group sex together before and I was certain someone would object. But I didn’t intend to protest.

Janet’s brother removed our blindfolds. Ev’s husband said behind us, “Although the blindfolds are off, you’re not allowed to turn around. Only one woman will be fucked at a time. The other two women will try to help that woman cum. Each man will attempt not to ejaculate before all women are fucked. We don’t need a guy with a used-up softie.”

Someone turned off the overhead lighting and dimmed the room’s only table lamp. The lamp’s bulb was red, casting a rosy glow about the room.

Each woman now was in a high state of excitation with no resistance left to protest anything. Our bodies shivered as each of us glanced to the other. Tears streaked Evelyn’s cheeks. Janet’s lips quivered. My teeth chattered and my cunt steamed with lust.

Jan’s brother leaned across the bar and smiled at me, saying, “Because the party is in your honor, you’re first.”

My voice squeaked a weak “Okayyy…” A dickhead parted the mouth of my eager pussy. My hips rotated wantonly as it slithered into my lubricated depth. I was ooo-ing and begging him to fuck me hard. Whoever the guy was behind me trembled as much. His hot breath steamed onto my bare back.

Janet’s hands stroked my breasts as she leaned to the side, watching the cock pound into me. Evelyn’s fingers crept to my clitoris and twirled in unison with the man’s fucking. Janet leaned to nurse a nipple.

I forgot about trying to guess who my fuckbuddy might be. Evelyn’s slippery fingers were about to bring me to orgasm.

He withdrew against my protest but another cock replaced his. This guy gripped my hips as he rammed into me. I realized it was Jan’s bro. He had the longest dick I’d known. If his prick had a normal width rather than it’s slender length, he’d have split me apart. That big cockhead though caused me to squeal in surprise as it rammed through my tender vagina.

I pleaded, “Please don’t take this one out,” but he withdrew, replaced by the third. I couldn’t tell whether this was Bar Guy or Evelyn’s spouse. All were good.

Now my orgasm roared over me like a freight train. I bawled and exploded, as I screeched, “It’s so fuckin’ fine! I’m a’wash in dicks!”

I released my grip on the bar and hugged Janet and Evelyn against me. Evelyn’s hand cupped my mound and Janet madly nursed my breast as my climax crested and ebbed.

Evelyn was next to sample their cocks. With Janet’s help, I assisted Evelyn as well as they had served me.

Then, at Janet’s turn, she gritted her chattering teeth while bracing her fists against the bar. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. As if it had just occurred to her, she said, “I assume only two of you guys will be doing me. I mean, one of you is … my brother!”

No one answered. The silence, it seemed, was telling. I gulped and looked down at her brother’s anxiously long cock.

Evelyn and I stroked her shuddering body through the first two men who mercilessly pounded into her helpless cunt.

But Janet hadn’t climaxed and bawled, “Doesn’t seem fair! I’m so fucking hot!” The bar guy said, “You’re right. But it’s not over, Baby.” He tugged her brother’s arm and led him to his sister’s buttocks until his cockhead bobbed against her shuddering anus.

Evelyn and I were stunned. Unwanted incest seemed so over the top. I was speechless, frozen in place. But Evelyn raised her eyes questioningly at the guys, giving no hint to Janet as to her next invader would be.

Bar Guy turned off the lights, plunging the room into total darkness.

Janet squealed, “Ohhh my gosh!” as the hot dick entered her pussy, then withdrew completely. Evelyn’s husband gripped Jan’s shoulders, turning her around to face her fucker.

But in this darkness she couldn’t determine the identity of that man she now faced. He urged her back to the carpeted floor. She said, “Oh, honey, I am so hot! Do me.” We didn’t know whether she suspected it was her brother.

As our eyes adjusted to the dimness we could make out only two naked forms, intertwined and writhing before us.

The invader parted her thighs and kneeled between her legs. His dickhead divided her churning cunt. She returned each thrust, rocking rhythmically.

The man raised his head, his body stiffened. He groaned, about to cum. Jan moaned feebly and pleaded, “Cum with me. Fuck me. Fill me up with your hot juice!”

His body stiffened. Janet screamed, “I’m a’cummin! Oh my gosh!” A Philly-like accent groaned, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”

And then, all of us, including the powerless Janet, immediately recognized that voice! Her brother’s voice.

Oh Honey, that moment was so fucking hot! We women and the other two men were masturbating whoever was nearest, each hoping we’d cum again.

I didn’t then know, and don’t know now, whether the hand on my hot cunt was that of a woman or man. I’m really not bi, but I didn’t care. I was coming again.

Janet’s body rippled in multiple orgasms. Then someone turned on the lights.

It wasn’t her brother who had fucked her. It was Bar Guy.

Her brother had leaned against Bar Guy’s face at their moment of orgasm and said those words I’ll never forget, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”

He kneeled beside his sis and pecked her on the cheek as if apologizing for that moment’s unforgivable shock.

Jan wasn’t buying it. Her eyes squinted furiously and she punched him hard on his shoulder. He reeled back, laughing at his successful ruse.

The rest of us were rolling on the floor in laughter. Janet smirked at her bro. Never say Jan can’t take a joke.

Evelyn and her husband drove me home that night. To my wonderment, Janet drove her brother home. To her condo! Not his apartment. Hmmm.

Everyone had forgotten about that “prize” to be awarded for the most correct guesses. I’m not sure who won anyway.

My husband and I are moving next week to our new home, out of state. Give me a few days to get back online, okay?

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Second Experience - True Story

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 15:07:41 GMT

My First Fuckbuddy

And the strange story that followed . . .

My husband became mostly impotent three years ago after he began taking a medication. I’m now 29. I was just 19 when we married and he was 36.

Even before we married, he often related a fantasy of me having sex with another man, a desire I then didn’t understand. But by then, 8 years later and taking into account our marital circumstances, I began to consider the possibility. I’d often dream about being naked with faceless men, each with a generous-sized penis.

I began taking night classes at a local college and met a young classmate 9 years younger and who sat just behind me. I was then 27. I’m particularly tall and Jeff was a couple inches shorter than me He’s slender and long-limbed, with brown eyes and light brown hair.

He walked me to the parking lot after the first night’s class and talked about whatever came to mind. He asked if I’d be interested in going for coffee at a pub a couple of blocks away and I agreed. I lost track of time until noticing more than two hours had passed.

We kept up this routine at the pub over the following two weeks. By the third week, I was altogether aware that Jeff was attracted to me by his persistent touching of my hand. As we were about to leave, he stood. I glanced to his groin. I stared wide-eyed at his hefty erection until he became aware of my interest. I smiled approvingly but neither of us commented on what had just occurred.

That night upon arriving at home, I asked my husband that night if he was truly serious about me wanting me to have sex with another man.

He said, “Oh, yeah! Did anything happen tonight?” I told him all about Jeff. He enthusiastically approved of encouraging this guy to do me. He added that I “deserved” some dick since he wasn’t able to perform.

I nodded agreeably and said I’d “think about it.” But I’d realized immediately after saying that, I had already made up my mind. I wanted this guy to fuck my brains out. I’m not sure why I didn’t admit it.

After the following week’s class, Jeff suggested that I leave my car in the school’s parking lot and ride with him in his van. I rode alongside as he drove into the pub’s dark parking area. Instead of opening the door to get out, he turned to me. I returned his gaze. He reached for my hand. I stroked his arm and he leaned to kiss me.

I stroked his throbbing hard-on. He led me by a hand to the back of his van and closed the drapes of its windows. He urged my back to the carpeted floor. I unzipped his fly, pulling out his cock. It bounced against my face and I gasped at his 7 and a half-inch length, nearly twice the size of my husband’s. The only longer prick I’d ever seen was that of my younger brother when I lived at home. Soon our clothes piled between the bucket seats and our naked bodies intertwined. Our groins humped against the other’s. I pleaded, “Oh yeah, do me. Do me now. I’m so hot! I need your hot cock inside me.”

He kneeled between my quivering thighs. I wrapped my bare legs around his waist and looked down at the narrow space between our bodies as his walnut-shaped dickhead entered my eager cavity. Only four boys or men had ever been inside me and those were now in the distant past.

I moaned as my body shuddered. He slammed deep into my wet cunt and a billion stars lit up the van. My heels thumped against his ramming buttocks.

He turned me to my knees. My head swiveled around as he entered my vagina from the rear. My hair swirled wildly in the warm air.

He groaned and his body stiffened. His hot lava rocketed through his cock and spurted inside my vaginal walls. I squealed in multiple orgasms.

Somewhere during the first few times he was thrilling me with his sizzling dick, he began calling me “Mom.” I immediately recognized his apparent incestuous fantasy and told him “Oh, yeah, I wanna feel my little boy’s big cock in Momma’s pussy.” His excitation soared to new heights. We writhed in ecstasy.

Our couplings increased to two or three nights each week. I often staggered home as late as 3 a.m. Neither of us could get enough. I told my husband each night of our escapades in detail and those were the only times he was able to get an erection.

Because I was often sore from Jeff’s dick, I’d suck my husband’s cock and deny him entry into my pussy. He never complained. Once my husband made a surprising confession, “I’d even suck his dick if you wanted me to.” He never repeated that though, insisting he wasn’t bi.

Near semester’s end, Jeff received acceptance from an out-of-state school. He had previously suspected a rejection slip from that university, so this was of great importance to him.

The night of our last class, his car wouldn’t start and I drove him home. He invited me in to meet his mother, a successful corporate manager who had divorced her husband five years before. He had a two-year-older sister who was away at a chef’s school.

I was surprised to hear him introduce me as “the friend” he had talked about so much. I hadn’t thought he would mention me at all since I was married.

His mother gave me a knowing grin, implying she suspected our relationship was also physical and not just friends.

Just a couple of days after Jeff left for his new school, his mother phoned me and told me she had come across a sweater I’d left at their home. I had forgotten it but remembered that, stupidly, I had left it lying on the floor of his room a month before.

She invited me over to their home for a drink. We agreed the following evening would be good for each of us.

When I arrived, his mother greeted me with a handshake but held my hand longer than necessary. I didn’t pull away. She was dressed in thin white slacks and a translucent white blouse, both of which clearly conveyed that she wore nothing beneath.

She invited me to sit by patting the back of the couch alongside her. After a few minutes of chit-chat, she said, “I’m not sure how to put this without making you feel uncomfortable. Believe me, whatever happened is okay with me. I’m just asking for personal reasons.”

I told her, “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re going to ask.”

Upon her questioning, I admitted that Jeff had been fucking me for some time.

She responded, “I thought so. I wanted to thank you.”

I had now relaxed and asked her to explain. She said, “Jeff offhandedly mentioned to me that he often called you ‘Mom.’ I guessed correctly how that came about and thought you might want to know his motivation.”

Her story spilled out. His mother had come to realize that her son had a strong desire for an incestuous relationship with her. And because of one recent incident, she assumed he wanted sex with his older sister as well.

She explained, “Jeff has his own bath down the upstairs hall from his room.”

I already knew that because we had fucked in his room twice when no one else was home. I didn’t tell her that.

His mom went on, “But Jeff often came down to the master bath next to my bedroom. He would walk in when I was naked on his way to my shower. I’m sure he waited outside in the hall until he was sure I was nude and then walked in at that time.

“After his shower, he would walk back to my room with nothing on except occasionally a towel around his neck. Typically, he sported a hard-on. Made no effort to hide it. He seemed proud of it.

I asked how she reacted and she told me she pretended to ignore his nakedness and stiff cock.

Because she was also nude, she was tense the first couple of times this happened. But eventually she became accustomed to it and just had conversations with her son. The tension was still there but it was easier to control. His stiff prick never seemed to soften.

She said, “You understand what I’m saying?”

“Sure,” I said. “He wanted to fuck you.”

She said, “Thanks. I like people who are direct. He did the same with his sister and she told me that she occasionally was tempted to jerk him off. I understood. So did I. But I was concerned about the potential long-term effect on all of us if either his sister or I allowed our natural desire to play with Jeff’s big dick. It would be even worse if we lost our heads and fucked him. I explained that to her and she understood. We decided to do nothing for awhile at least.”

“And then, you came along.

So now I understood what she was getting to. I was her son’s surrogate mom. She went on to say that he hadn’t been walking in on her or walking in on her or his sister with his hard dick since he and I had begun fucking.

Then, on at least one occasion, not long before her son and I had begun dating, he entered his sister’s room while she was sleeping. He picked up her limp hand and wrapped her fingers around his rigid cock.

His sis awoke but didn’t want to embarrass him by making a scene. She pretended to remain asleep. She told her mom that she might have betrayed this charade because her hand firmly gripped his warm cock.

He pumped his hips into her hot hand until he spurted onto her sheets. He removed her fingers and slipped quietly out of the room. She admitted her grip was unyielding at first but she ultimately released it to his prying fingers and believed he mostly likely recognized she wasn’t asleep after all.

Their mother laughed as she finished this story and added, “So I guess she was disappointed in letting it go, but she didn’t admit that to me.”

Later that night, as I was standing in the doorway and preparing to leave, she leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. I held her face and returned a lingering kiss.

Our groins rubbed against the other a moment and we disengaged, exchanging knowing smiles. She isn’t gay or bi, but the excitement of telling her story and my admitting that I was fucking her son had excited us both. Nothing else developed from that brief interlude.

After that night, his mother and I became fast friends. We were open in conversation, over the phone or face-to-face. She phones each time her son is expected home from school and arranges our get-togethers. A few times when his sister is away, these dates have been overnight at their home with Mom’s approval.

His sister has since become fully aware of the relationship and endorses it.

Because he’s away so much, they know that I date another guy for sex whenever either of us feels the need. Everyone understands that Jeff and I are just fuckbuddies. But ours is a semi-incestuous relationship as well. Well, okay, it’s really a pretend-incest relationship, not a real one.

Although I was never involved in any sort of sex with relatives, this ongoing “pretend” liaison between Jeff and me has caused in me a perverted interest in incestuous novels and movie. I buy both over the internet.

I guess the closest I ever came to committing incest was when I lived at home. I occasionally came upon my younger brother naked and on a few of those occasions he had an erection.

He once was masturbating when I walked into his room to talk about a school problem with which he’d earlier asked for help. He apologized and put his dick away. I just shrugged and said, “Forget it, I won’t tell.” The only interesting part of that to me was how big it was when super-hard. I had stared wide-eyed at his pale veined length until it disappeared into the jeans’ fly and gulped.

But I had no thoughts of incest with him and I’m sure he didn’t either.

I wasn’t the only one affected by Jeff’s fantasy. Although we don’t do this in front of Jeff’s sister, he, his mother and I have watched perhaps a dozen adult-incest videos at their home when he’s home from school and rented them from a local store. His mom and I once commented on his erection but understood and admitted those films aroused us. We had seen his other hard-ons in response to the videos but usually said nothing about it. On at least a couple of times, we just grinned or winked at the other whenever he wasn’t watching.

All of us admit these carefully selected videos are hot. But his mother and I realized her son had crossed an important threshold when he said, “It’s stimulating to imagine but it’s impractical in the long run.”

I never discuss my little perversion with anyone else except my husband.
And, with all this interest in family sex, I’m just glad my brother doesn’t live in the same state as we do. I’m kidding. I’d never fuck my little brother.

My husband in one of his weirder moments once asked whether I’d consider just jerking my bro off. I told him to “get a life” and he never brought it up again.

The foregoing is true except for two minor details. “Jeff’s” name is more ordinary one, and his sister’s school interest is another profession, not that of a chef.

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Cuckolded by God?

Shard — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:29:48 GMT

This is probably the most sacrilegious thing I have ever written, but I actually consider myself a very spiritual person. This is especially pertinent, it being so close to Christmas.

I just realized last night that the Christmas story, as it is written in the bible, is about a young couple where the wife is "magically" impregnated by God, not her fiance. Therefore in a sense, Joseph was indeed cuckolded by God and forced to marry Mary and raise a son that was not his.

When I realized this I laughed my ass off. Ever since I had this fantasy I thought it was rather naughty and dirty, but now I realize that God himself made a cuckold of poor Joseph.

Another idea is that Mary cheated on Joseph and went to him while pregnant and said, "It was a miracle." In order to avoid being branded an adulteress. In either scenario, Joseph would have been a cuckold.

This brings a new and interesting light to the holidays for me, and it is a nice mixture of that which is dark and sexy and the highest good and innocence. Merry Christmas everyone! =)

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New.

angelasland — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 02:05:55 GMT

I just move to SLC, Utah from the SF Bay Area.

I'm not really dating anyone. But Curious if anyone here is From Utah....

Looking to make friends I guess since I'm hella new here.

Thanks.

~Angela

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cuck for a sexy cuckoldress slut

stewart — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 06:18:55 GMT

25 yr. old future cuck, average build, good cock,looking for a g/f or possibly more who wants to fuck around on a regular basis. im looking for a fun, maybe l/t realtionship, completely open, no limits, where my other fucks other men whenever she wants. im really into the whole being "cucked" thing. i love to see my woman take dick, or just know shes getting dicked, after flirting with other men, or me setting her up with men. im a fun guy, business oriented, like to travel, explore new things and want someone whos into that lifestyle. there wont be many limits to what she pleases to do as long as she likes sex alot, and likes to be a sexy slut partner! if you fit this description, and live somewhere preferrably in the south ( hopefully around louisiana), and are looking for the same,hit me up, lets talk!

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How does one begin....?

lilsissybaby — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:25:23 GMT

I appologize.

I KNOW that I am a sissy.
I KNOW that I am small (only 1 inch soft and 3.5 inches hard),
I KNOW that if I marry I will need a REAL MAN to treat my wife the way that I can't.

May I ask you all for some advice. First, how do I find a woman who will want to cuckold me, and won't feel shame over it. One who will treat me the way I should be treated? Second, is how do I find a strong Bull to take my woman?

Is there anyway that I can recieve training in this, perhaps, to impress said woman or Bull?

Thank you all for your help. Thank you very much.

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The Women 2......................

John — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 21:18:36 GMT

The next catagory is what I call for lack of a better term, "the sluts'. These women got married but for all the wrong reasons. They can't be monagamous, never have been, and got married thinking they'd change. In the last catagory those wives probably would never had another partner other than their husband if the guy hadn't fucked up. Not so with these girls. They fucked alot in High School or College. They cheated on every partner they ever had. They got married and can't stay with just one guy. Impossible. Usually the guy they married is in the bottom 20% of the sex partners the've had in the performance department. He was thrilled to marry a woman, so exciting, and really didn't see what was coming. She needs more spice and that's where I come in. This is usually harder to make into a long term deal, the wife has to eventually move on, to someone different. The husband is usually submissive to begin with and he "married up". He goes along with it because he has two choices, one, go along and do as she says. Or two, she leaves him.
The last one for now is the "swappers". These are not truely "Cuckold Relationships." They start usually by swapping and the husband enjoys watching his wife with another man, more than she likes watching him. He often wants to participate, something I never allow. This is almost NEVER a long term deal, its just not set up this way. This is by far the most common request I get, is to be in this situation. Its more with "hotwives." I've never had a request in one of these deals, to father the couples child. Usually there is no verbal abuse, or physical abuse of the husband. This is more like pre-cuckolding.
The Bull REALLY needs to understand himself, and his relative strengths and weaknesses. I know the situations where I work and those where I don't. I don't work in situations, where the men are effiminate. I don't like the Alpha Female senarios. I'm better in the other situations, I'm fine if "I" dominate the man to the point of submission, but if he comes into the situation effeminate, or too submissive, I'm not interested.

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Creating the Cuck.......

John — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 21:19:59 GMT

Bulls are born..........Cucks are made....Its my belief that its the Bulls "responsibility" to create Cucks. Not everyone can be a true Bull. But anyone can be a Cuck. Bulls are genetically different, in both the physical sense, and the emotional sense. I "know" in a physical confrontation, I will always come out on top. I 'know" the other guy will eventially tire, weaken, and give up. I never will. My 'nature" tells me to fight to the death, never relent, never give up. I know that when I'm with some other man's wife, and he tries to fight for her, that I will win, and he will eventially weaken. She knows it too, instinctivally. Many men are dragged into this by their wives. Their wives want to "experiment". They choose someone like me, so different than what they have. It starts out innocent, almost like swapping, maybe a three-way. But it morphs. The Bulls control of the female starts immediatley. The wife has feelings of surrender, that she's never had before. It's not that he's nicer, much the contrary, he gives the wife a feeling of power, one that no matter what happens, she'll be safe. She knows if she opens her loins to him, everything will be all right. She begins to look at the husband in a new light, he's never "really" made her feel that way. The husband in response, starts to put on the brakes, and many times its too late. The Bull knows its time to pour it on, exert more pressure, more dominance. The Bull-Cuck relationship is more about dominance than anything else. Like rape is not about sex, its about power, so is this relationship. True Bulls keep pushing the Cuck down, when he tries something the Bull answers. That's how it escalates, first I take your wife, then your pride, then your masculanity. In the end their broken, completely different than where they started. Many wonder why they end up sexless, raising anothers children, humiliated in front of friends and family. Suprisingly, they seldom leave, they stay and suffer. They seem to be MORE in love with their wives after the all they endure. Many are no more than a meal ticket, a shell of what they were. I've had wives tell me to sodomize their husbands in front of them, so they can feel what is to be a "bitch". I've seen women who submissive with me, just continue to torture the husband with words and actions. My job is to create the Cuck, take him down the path. Steal his wife, then change his life.

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hello

Dr_Dick_Dangler — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 01:03:56 GMT

i would like to say Hello to every one and Im from the east bay

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We need a bull here in Minn/West. Wisc/Iowa/Dakotas

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 05:59:32 GMT

Hi tribe!

This is a great discussion so far.

We are a new couple to tribe.net and are looking for a bull for sex and breeding of my wife.

She's 32, short brown, blue eyes, 5'9" and voluptuous.

Pics are available if you provide yours as well.

Thank you for reading our post and we look forward to hearing from you. Please be as descriptive and open sexually as you want. Trust us, you will not offend in the least.

Happy Holidays.

hj

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Breeder avaiable!

Dave — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 03:43:54 GMT

I am currently seeking a couple to breed with. DFW area is a plus!

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Common sense solution

cheix — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 20:09:01 GMT

Try as i may, i have not been able to resist the common sense nature of a cuckold relationship between a Woman of high sex drive and the gentle, supportive male. The traditional patriarchal model of relationships presents the false choice that a Woman must choose between exciting sex with "bad boy" Alpha bulls, or emotional sustenance with a less than thrilling "nice" boy. Likewise, the male is trained to disrespect the Woman who prefers variety, while society winks at the promiscuous male stud. And particular scorn is heaped upon the male who adores the sexually active Grrl.

But in a more enlightened world view, basic facts of nature support the cuckold relationship for the assertive Grrl. The average Woman can outperform the average male, and the Woman of high sex drive rarely meets Her match. It is only natural She would seek an Alpha bull when in the mood for hard driving intercourse. It is also natural She might seek a variety of lovers to meet Her physical and psycohosexual needs. It is also true that She may desire emotional commitment and stability in Her life, and the gentle, supportive cuckold fills this needs better than a bull.

It is also a factor that the cuckold needs the sexual stimulation achieved when the bull mounts his beloved in his presence. It is the purest form of Her domination over him, and his devotion to Her happiness. And it is, in fact, the just rewards for the male who adores the Woman whose sexual appetites he knows he cannot quench. The roles come natural. When the Bull turns Her inside out, he also is turning the cuckold inside out; just as the Bull so often enjoys mounting Her while Her boi watches, the cuckold gets off seeing it happen. And yes, the humiliation is one of the ingredients that make it so addictive....and lets face it, the cuckold relationship allows the less assertive male the opportunity to be with such a magnificent Woman, and involved in sexual situations unlikely if left to hisdevices in the traditional model.

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Bull tales......

John — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 22:11:15 GMT

In college I lived with 3 other guys as we all played on the basketball team. I lived upstairs in an apartment where there wer 5 other units. One of the units a young married couple lived, and they had a small child. The woman was VERY beautiful and we almost never saw each other because of our schedules. One night I was studing late, and needed to put some clothes in the laundry. The units had a lundry room on the ground floor. Being around 11 P.M. I thought no one would be there and I want downstairs in just a pair of basketball shorts. No shirt, just sandals. While I was putting my clothes in I noticed that the dryer was warm, and looked to see if there were clothes in the dryer, and there were. I wondered who could be using the laundry this late besides me. I was soon joined by the wife, as she walked down the stairs. We had had very little interaction up until then, and she interested herself as Heather. I said Hi, and started putting in my laundry. She started to pull out of the laundry her clothes and went over to a table to start folding them. We exchanged small talk about the apartment and such, she asked about school, and how basketball was going just small talk. She was hard not to look at, with dancing eyes and perky breasts, and the whitest teeth I'd ever seen. I first noticed a problem when I was up aganist the washer. My penis was starting to grow. I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts as I thought no one would be down there. I stood closer to the washer, but it didn't help. I was getting embarassed and it was going to be obvious to everyone in a few seconds. I turned away from her and looked down at my new tent. Shit, what a time for this. What happed next I wasn't expecting. She walked up to me, reached around to the front of me and put her hands on my cock. I leaned back and looked down at the face of an angel. I turned around and took her in my arms and kissed her. She kissed back. I ran my hands up under her shirt and felt her breasts, tugging on the nipples. She moaned and closed her eyes and let her head roll back, as I leane over to kiss her breasts. I pulled down her shorts and lifted her onto the washing machine, all the while kissing her. I dropped my horts around my ankles and she looked me straight in the eyes and said " please don't cum in me." I started to pull her toward the edge of the machine and my hard cock. I lifted her slightly and pressed the head of my cock into her. I lowered her down starting to impale her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around my back. I picked her up off the machine and let her slide half way down my cock. She would lift herself up by pulling on my neck and gravity would play its part as she relaxed a little. She was sliding upa and down, getting more and more of my cock with each repitition. She was soon almost at the base of my cock, straining to pull herself up, away from the length. Just as I was about to think about what I was gonna do, as it was close to becoming decision time. Just then we heard the voice. "Heather, No, Please.' It was her husband standing in the doorway of the laundry room. Here I am, my cock buried in his wife, and he's at the door. I just looked over at him and kept pumping away at his wife. She looked me straight in the eye and whispered "Cum in me, please." Again he said "Heather" and she looked at me and I buried my cock in her and started to pump for all I was worth. Just about then I felt my balls ready to unload. I kissed her as I emptied my balls into her, it seemed like I came for a minute. I set her down on the washing machine looked over and the husband turned and walked up the stairs, dejected. Heather grabbed her clothes and her basket, and started up the stairs without even putting on her shorts. As she got to the door, she turned around, ran over to me, shorts around my ankles and kissed me, and said "thanks, sorry'. I pulled up my shorts, and returned to my room. I didn't see her again until 2 days later, I saw them pulling out of the parking lot with a moving truck, as I returned from class. She was in the passenger seat, he was driving and when she turned to look at me she gave me the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. I never saw them after that, but sometimes when I see a little girl, with a beautiful smile, and eyes that dance I wonder, could she be ours?

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The Bulls point of view

John — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 21:18:03 GMT

I am a Bull. I'm 36, white and unmarried. I'm 6'4" 210 lbs and dominant. I enjoy coming into a relationship and taking over.......I completley take over the sex life of both the cuck and his wife. The wife is in a situation where I come over 3-5 nights a week, and sleep over. I'll call and I sleep in the martial bed while the cuck sleeps on the floor nearby, usually. I'll have sex with the wife 3-4 times a night, and once I'm involved the husband no longer has intercourse with his wife. She can give him handjobs, or whatever, but her pussy is off limits to him.....he can clean me, clean her, as well as fluff me. His ass is open if I decide to use it. I'll take his wife out dates, even around his friends and family. I'll take his credit card when I go, so he gets to pay. In extreme situations (so far twice) I'll impregnante the wife and the two of them will raise my child. What do they get out of it? She gets the sex she wants with someone far better, much larger, and physically more gifted than the man she married. He gets to see the look in his wifes eyes as they roll back in her head, as she climaxes for the third time. He would never see that, if left to his own devices. What do I get? I get sex with a variety of women, who truely appreciate what I can give them.......

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Hi Everyone

Sergio — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 18:59:12 GMT

New to the tribe and I wanted to say hi, all the way from sunny Buenos Aires.

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Be careful what you wish for...

Shard — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 19:51:38 GMT

So I finally met a girl who wants to cuckold me even more than I want to be cuckolded. She was raised as a rich suburban white girl but she was always fascinated by hip hop/ghetto culture, and she actually talks like a girl from the ghetto. She has cheated on every guy she has ever been with because cheating turned her on. When we met I told her my fantasy and she could not believe it, she said that she didn't know guys like me existed. Needless to say she was very excited. She always felt bad because she loved to cheat but a part of her felt bad and guilty because her boyfriend couldn't share in the fun, well now he can.

The only thing is things have gotten very serious very fast and I am feeling a little overwhelmed. For instance, I am not allowed to even talk to other girls and she gets very upset if I even look at another girl, yet she is going on a date this Monday with a 41 year old, black ex-marine who is so hung that she has made him promise he will take it slow. I am not going to be there for this first time but she said that I can call her and she will leave the phone on so I can listen to him fuck her.

The other thing is she isn't planning to use a condom unless this guy wants to. I asked her what would happen if she gets pregnant and she said "Well, then that will be our problem to deal with. And when I say "our," I mean you." So she is basically saying I will have to help raise this baby.

This is all what I have always wanted but it just seems like a bit much and a bit too fast, but that's the way she is, very intense. She was spoiled growing up and is used to getting her own way. I don't know, am I just whining since I have finally gotten what I have wanted all these years or should I try and slow things down a little? Thanks. This is all 100% real by the way, not a fantasy anymore this is the reality.

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Wanna be Cuck hoping to be cucked Seeking direction or a Bull

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 00:28:26 GMT

Mwcpl in our mid forties and shes very beautiful, sexy, fit and has no idea I have this desire for our marriage. Im looking for direction and others interested and would care to talk or teach me how to get my wife interested. Im also on yahoo with same name. Have a great day Don near Bakersfield

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Rules

Alan — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 14:00:02 GMT

http://www.cuckold-chastity-belt-stories.com/rules_for_cuckold

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Looking to organise social for UK based cuckold couples

subcuck — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 17:25:32 GMT

We met another couple who like to play this game last weekend.
We all felt that there was a big gap between those who were playing the game for fantasy (this is obviously ok) and those who are playing for real.
So we thought it would be nice to bring both of the type of couples together for an evening.
The social will be near Bristol and will be for couples only.
Anyone who likes the idea please get in touch.

Leather03@yahoo.com

Kind regards

Jules & Astrid

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seeking BULL for cuckold play

Alan — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 23:32:22 GMT

We are seeking a BULL for our Cuckold lifestyle. We currently have a room in a hotel in Redwood City.

Looking to find a guy to go out for dinner or drinks and have him shower all of his attention on the FEMALE. She's an attractive BBW, and prefers tall, trim and intelligent gentlemen. This is NOT a submissive fantasy for her she's more dominant in that way!

What can you add to our evening? Write us and let us know.

If not now, then this weekend is a bbw dance in the South Bay. Maybe that would be an interesting place for you to make your move on the lady in front of me.

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Thrill of cheating

Will — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 05:15:57 GMT

Why is it that I am so turned on by my wife's occasional cheating?

I'm not attracted to what's now called 'cuckolding' (inaccurately) in the sense of her knowing I know, or having her taken away form me, sexually or otherwise.
I'm just really turned on by her being seduced and 'had' behind my back.

Is it knowing she can be so sexual?
Knowing other men find her desireable?

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Is this the ultimate cuckold song ?

subcuck — Sat, 19 May 2007 14:13:18 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnwLf88t_Wc

Or am I just reading in somthing that isn't there.
Astrid was out with boyfriend last night and this sumes it up for me.
Crap video though.

Will do my own soon, will say much more.

Cheers

Jules

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnwLf88t_Wc

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Where are the single females?

Tim — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 05:13:53 GMT

Ok I'm new here but since this is a cuckold connection group where are the single females that are looking for a cuckold? I'm a new cuck and looking for a female for a LTR and cuckolding.

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