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any black bulls--anywhere?

Christopher — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:25:07 GMT

hello, sirs

are there are any black bulls in the group who would be interested to speaking with me and my girlfriend? please do not hesitate to contact us.

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Your feelings a week after your wife went bare with another man?

Robert — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 06:33:38 GMT

How did some of the couples in this group feel days after the wife had sex with another man without using birth control? My wife and I remained on a sexual high for several weeks after she had a “careless evening” with a married friend of ours. We held hands a lot, had as much physical contact as we used to have while dating, and had some great sex! However, although we laughed about the experience and talked as if it were just an exciting memory, we both admitted afterwards to being nervous, even a little scared during those weeks. I continued to carefully use condoms during our sex as always, but in the forefront of our thoughts was the question “Would my wife miss her next period?” We also talked more than usual about the other man, almost as if it were important that we both try to get to know him better.

When my wife’s period finally did come in after a couple of weeks I think we were both relieved, but also disappointed, all at the same time. After telling me she had started her period my wife wanted to sleep alone for a few nights. She said she was very tired, but I kinow she was working through some deep feeliings. I just kept telling her I loved her. It took several more weeks before we got back to our normal love-making. But, yes, she eventually had another affair; and, yes, she did go bare again with another man.

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GETTING A WIFE PREGANNT

Joe — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 23:06:59 GMT

I found this video on YouPorn showing a black man, getting a white woman pregnant while the husband watches. extremely hot.

http://www.youporn.com/watch/55111/black-pregnant/?from=related3&al=2&from_id=33374

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Using another man to get wife pregnant

John — Thu, 08 May 2008 21:40:08 GMT

We put off having kids and now that we have tried for awhile I have found that my sperm is of low quality. My wife and I talked about our options and found that they all involved a great amount of money. We then began to talk about using artificial insemination but thought that if we did this, why not just use the least expensive way and actually have a man impregnant her. The more we talked about it the more feasible it seemed. It actually turned both of us on. My wife travels a few times a year all over the world and she has admitted to me that many men have come on to her, but so far she has refused all offers. We began to discuss what if she were to find a top quality man in a far away city who didn't know her. We began to plan for it but the details just didn't seem right. I actualy wanted to see her having sex and not just hearing about it. And would it be fair to force fatherhood on some unsuspecing man?

At work she happened to have a co-worker who really lusted after her but was about to be transfered to another country. He was always hitting on her evening knowing she was married. They had known each other for years and she knew all about his family and his history. We decided to have him get his "way" with her at our home. She would go out with him and tell him that I was out of town and bring him home.

Well it worked out great. I was inside the house when I saw her arrive home with him in tow. They went into the living room and talked and laughed for awhile and then they started to slow dance. I spied from upstairs and when I noticed that they were starting to kiss I quickly went and hid myself.

They finally made it to our bedroom and I could hear loud moans and groans and the removing of clothing. I listened, almost panting, for the tell tale sign that my wife had another man's penis inside her. I heard him mention something about a condom but she brushed it aside by saying she was on the pill. He didn't seem to argue and I could hear them continue. I finally heard the groan from my wife that told me that he was entering inside her. I had to watch, so I quietly went out the door and peered into the masterbedroom on my hands and knees and I saw him on top of my wife thrusting. i stayed there for a few minutes and the crawled back to the spare room and listened. It went on for awhile but finally I heard him orgasming and knew that he was releasing his sperm into her body.

Our plan was for him to have sex with her at least one more time that night so I went to my door and locked it quietly and just layed there on the small bed. I could hear them talking and she was urging him to spend the night with her, which he readily agreed to. A few hours later I awoke to the sounds of moaning and knew that my wife was being pounded again. In the morning I woke up and slowly peeked out and saw that the bedroom door was closed . I looked outside and could still see his car, so I knew he was still inside. I went back to my room and waited. Soon there was the sound of sex once again and my wife seemed very vocal and was really enjoying herself. They finished and she got up and made coffee and he showed and dressed and left.

I immediately went downstairs and took hold of my wife and brought her to our bed and entered her. His sperm was still inside her and she was very moist. I came very quickly after being pent up for so long and she told me all about it and how much she enjoyed it. But the pregnancy was not to be as she had her period on schedule. We are hesitant to try again for for the purpose of her gettinig pregnant, but we have opened the door for doing this again in the future.

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want a boy

Heather — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:02:02 GMT

Hi Im a 27 yo mom of 1 blk girl and me and my husband are wanting a son were just looking for a blk man to help out with that, any suggestions comments?

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Breeding

noel — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 08:47:17 GMT

Are there any women here who are interested or actually involved in being continuosuly bred through being in the cuckold lifestyle?

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Have you considered a cuckold pregnancy for your marriage?

ramerlaw — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 20:21:46 GMT

I have been with couples who openly desired to have a cuckold pregnancy as the ultimate expression of their lifestyle. Is this something you have considered, fantasized about or actually made into a reality?

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serving my black master and friend

Shareman — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 12:20:39 GMT

Ironically, the more I serve, the more girls seem to want me. I serve my black friend. I take him to all the white parties so he can get white pussy, and if he is rejected, I rebuild his ego. But the more I act like this, the more pussy I get. Pretty girls like nice sissy guys.

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New Cuckold Tribe in Mississippi

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:05:30 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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Breeding party

Bart — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:42:38 GMT

Anyone in New England interested in holding a breeding party? I think it could be a good time!

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wife sharing

malcolm — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:56:40 GMT

can anyone tell me why i feel so nice. when i watch my wife being fucked by other men

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Not sure how this works

Inferior — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 02:00:51 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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Advice: geting cockold

Shareman — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 05:06:12 GMT

Take your lover to reggae concerts. Watch black movies with black actors. Make many black friends and invite them over and tell them that you’re a hippie.

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The third party took the initiative in our case.

John — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 05:53:32 GMT

On the subject of extramarital pregnancies, I would like to give an honest account of the happenings in our marriage after twelve years and having two children of our own.

My wife Ann is a reasonably attractive Scottish born-lady, with a Catholic upbringing. We had our first child in the first year of our marriage and the second was born some fifteen months after the first. We were and still are a close family and had never discussed other parties or cuckoldry...in fact Ann would never have taken the initiative in such an arrangement.

After the second child Ann went on the contraceptive pill for a few years, then stopped taking it, and has she had regular periods timed our lovemaking to suit her infertile days. We didn't adhere strictly to this however and we thought it more luck than anything else that she didn't concieve again. Enentually we didn't even think about the timing and made love whenever we felt like it.

When she was thirty eight she had a check up and the lady doctor was surprised she wasn't on contraception and suggested that I may now be infertile or have a lowered sperm count. Surprisingly Ann chided me over this and also suggested that my libido was also waning with my fertility. This annoyed me to a poing and I tried to last longer and improved my life style in order to prove her and the doctor wrong, and hoped month by month she would miss her period!

About this time she decided to join a dancing group. I wasn't really interested in ballroom dancing., but a lady friend of hers asked her to go along for the company, and I innocently agreed to her having a nignt our with her friends.

After about a month however I was surprise when she informed me that she had been 'partnered' with a MALE named Barry and had to do extra preparation for some competition the group was entering. I was immediatiely jealous and expressed my concern at the developments, however she reassured me it was only a dancing friendly arrangent and I needn't fret over things.

I noticed that the nights she went to the practices she dressed attractively, I began to think of her while she was out and often got an erection. I use to make us a couple of drinks when she came home and then I would be extremely turned on when we went to bed!

She more often mentioned the name 'Barry" in the undressing stages and I was so hard by the time she got into bed that I could hardly wait to penetrate and pump her!

Eventually, Barry asked her out to dinner after a dance pracice and I was quite surprised when she phoned me to tell me she would be late coming home.

I will never forget the orgasm flush she had on her face neck and arms when she came in that night. Barry had pumped her so full of cum it was still seeping into her panties after an hours drive home. When I saw his semen on her I involuntarily ejaculated....she was pleased about that as she was ready for a nice nights rest. The only restless things were Barry' sperms as they infested her uterus and fallopian tubes, swimming from his seminal discharge in the roof of her vagina.....

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Anyone in Idaho?

Loki1331 — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 07:26:31 GMT

I thought I would drop a note to say hi and see if there is anyone in Idaho interested.

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BLACK BULL IN PHILLY FOR WHITE WIFE

rosco — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:23:11 GMT

This black bull in the Philly area is available to breed a white wife or girlfriend. Local residents and Out -of -state residents also welcome to arrange regular visits with me for breeding purpose.
Am college educated, professional disposition, well spoken, 5'10, 215 lbs, in relative good health, non-smoker, drug, disease and smoke free and a gentleman. Discretion assured if needed.
Serious responses only.

Yahoo messenger - mandingoman02

RL

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TRUE STORY - My Past

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:58:59 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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Cuckold contracts

Timothy — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 19:53:05 GMT

Does anyone have a legal contract to lock a sub/cuck male into a long term commitment to support love children with a special girl?
Something like any children over next decade are mine and supported by me, but legal and binding?

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What is a bigger turn on for Women?

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 22:55:24 GMT

For a man to cum inside or outside............what turns a woman on more?

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STORY THREE - Cuckyboy stays home.

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:21:36 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.

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STORY TWO - cuckoldress

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:20:38 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 is a knockout, a long-legged blond with curves in all the right places. Her breasts are lovely, larger than mine. She grinned knowingly, 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 to tell me she had come across a red sweater I’d left at their home. I’d forgotten it. Later, I would realize that I stupidly 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.

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STORY ONE - incest or cuckoldry? You decide.

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:19:26 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 then at 27, 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."
.
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. He hadn’t even mention that anyone had 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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The future

Shareman — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 20:35:15 GMT

Your honest opinion. Do you see an increase in interracial cuckold relationships?

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I've been offered the chance to impregnate another's wife

grayeyesinIE — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:36:20 GMT

Greetings all. I'm new to the tribe and happy to have discovered it.

A little background: I've been a bull off and on for the last 10 years or so and I really enjoy it. I've been in just about every scenario a bull can be in with a couple. I'm 32, never been married, 6'2", athletic, well-hung, college-educated. Of course I enjoy relationships with single women too, but there's something extra-hot about fucking another man's wife. Not that I have to tell any of you that!

But this latest situation is a new one for me. Her husband is now sterile and on his second marriage, but she very much wants two children of her own. After much encouragement from her husband, she's played with a few other guys, but she's finally ready to get pregnant AND have a steady relationship with a bull. Enter me. I've never gotten a woman pregnant before (that I know of) and of course until now I'd always been avoiding it. It's definitely a turn-on, the idea of her raising my baby with him, and I'm eager to continue fucking her during her pregnancy. It's not a matter of me humiliating him directly, but I'm younger, more virile and more endowed than him, so there is definitely a pecking order in her mind.

I'm interested in hearing some thoughts on the pros and cons of doing this. Although I trust their sincerity, a small part of me wonders about the legal ramifications if they split up later or something like that. If anyone knows of cuckold pregnancies gone wrong, I'm interested in hearing those too. Thanks to everyone in advance!

T.G.

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Does Black Bulls make better humiliating Cucks for White Men?

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 15:24:38 GMT

Most of the cucks I know love their wives to be ravaged into to submission by Black Bulls. Is it more humiliating and satisfying for a husband to see his wife being dominated by a Black Bull opposed to a White Bull?

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This just in.

Nandi - Vehicle of Siva — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 23:01:14 GMT

Sperm donor liable for child support, judge rules
By Sophia Chang

Newsday

MELVILLE, N.Y. — A New York man who said he donated sperm to a female co-worker as a friendly gesture and sent presents and cards to the child over the years likely will owe child support for the college-bound teenager, according to a judge's ruling.

"What's the saying? No good deed goes unpunished," said Deborah Kelly, a Garden City lawyer for the man, who like all the involved parties remains anonymous because of privacy concerns.

Family Court Judge Ellen Greenberg ruled Nov. 16 that despite the mother's willingness to have the child's DNA tested, the man could not seek a paternity test to determine if he is the biological father because the results could have a "traumatic effect" upon the child, who is now 18 and lives in Oregon with the mother.

The next step is a meeting with a support magistrate to determine the amount of child-support payments — if any — the man would have to pay until the child turns 21, Kelly said.

Even without genetic evidence, the man's interactions with the child over the years had a patriarchal nature, said Jeffrey Herbst, a county attorney who represents the mother in the lawsuit through a federal agreement called the Uniform Interstate Family Support Act.

"It's still a parental relationship," Herbst said.

According to the man's testimony, in the late 1980s he was a physician at the same Nassau County hospital where the child's mother was a resident. After learning the woman and her female partner wanted to have a baby, the man donated his sperm and the woman gave birth July 26, 1989. The man, married at the time, agreed he would not have any rights or benefits in rearing the child, but the oral agreement never was put in writing, according to court documents.

But he took the unusual step of allowing his name to appear on the child's birth certificate because he thought it was in the child's "best interests that he would have an identity when he grew older," he said in court documents.

Before the mother, her partner and the child moved to Oregon in 1993, the man had contact with the child, he said. He also sent the child money, gifts and cards and letters signed "Dad" or "Daddy," and spoke to him by phone about seven times in the past 15 years.

That correspondence, coupled with an affidavit from the child stating that he "has never known anyone other than [the man] to be his father," is enough for a parental relationship, according to Herbst.

"The fact of the matter is that he held himself out as the child's father for 18 years until he asked for DNA testing," Herbst said.

When it comes to artificial insemination by a known donor, the best protections are to have everything in writing and "do your homework," said reproductive lawyer Melissa Brisman of Park Ridge, N.J.

"You can't be half a father, and half a not, under the law," she said.

But the man's trust was abused, his lawyer said.

"The doctor was told this is how it's going to be," Kelly said. "And 18 years later, you end up dealing with something that you didn't know you were going to deal with. Sometimes people aren't really thinking about the legal ramifications."

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Extremely exciting

Mira — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 10:47:44 GMT

We don t know exactly why, but the cuckold lifestyle is extremely exciting for us.
Seems to be the absolute right way.
Me and my husband, who serves me, trying to develop this more and more.

Kisses

Mira and m

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Be careful what you wish for...

Shard — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 19:54:33 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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Is hubby a true cuckold if he consents?

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 13:10:54 GMT

Re pregnancy, IMHO it would be much more exciting for the husband to find that the act had been done deliberately, but w/o husband's knowledge or consent.

Re being made a cuckold, I know that to me it was much more exciting to have my wife coo in my ear that she had done it, rather than if we had arranged it by mutual consent. It was such a thrill that it completely changed what I was looking for in sex, and I proudly haven't had sex with her or with any other woman since.

Whatever turns you on, of course....

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Wife's pregnancy and resulting full cuckoldry would be the ultimate thrill!

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 21:20:08 GMT

The biggest turn-on in my life was when my wife of 15 years (our sex life had become somewhat blah, but we still slept in the same bed) came home from her sales job at three a.m. instead of 9:30 p.m., took off her clothes and snuggled up behind me, and cooed that a friend's husband had sold his start-up tech company, rented a limo and a hotel suite to celebrate, and had asked her to join them and a few friends, and she was sure that I didn't mind that she had forgotten to call.

She was giggling, so I played along and asked her if she had a good time. She said "yes, now go back to sleep." A few minutes later she pecked me on the cheek to wake me and laughed, "Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you, I cuckolded you tonight.! You don't mind, do you dear?"

I had thought that was the ultimate thrill, but to have your wife say, "Honey, there's something I forgot to show you," and then have her bare her obviously pregnant belly, when you both knew that you weren't the father, and say, "You don't mind, do you dear?" THAT would be the ultimate thrill.

IMHO, until your wife has a cuckold baby, you haven't experienced the true joy and thrill of cuckoldry.

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Selective?

Thundercizzle — Fri, 16 Mar 2007 16:06:50 GMT

How do you choose the men for your cuckold's?

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My Story

Joe — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 17:11:59 GMT

This is how getting pregnant became a option to me and my wife. She has never had a child, and I was stupid enough to let my exwife talk me into gettig a vascetomy. the we brought i a old high school boyfried ito the mix, with hopes of getting her pregnant. After 3 moths nothing then he went over the edge, started talkig about love, and their love that was lost that never to be. Wife and i decided it was time to kick him to the curb. Since then she has had other men, but sad to say o luck yet.....

so here is how this all got started with her high school boyfriend, was a surprise to me ad a great expierence.

One of the most exciting experiences I had with my wife, was when I came home from work to a surprise.
She walked up and stated playing with me cock, and pinching my nipples, asking if I wanted more, so which of course I did. Told me to sit in this chair she had brought into the bedroom, and then proceeded to tie me up. I couldn’t move my arms or legs, and then blindfolded me. When I started to ask her what she was up to, her reply was for me to be quiet and then she gagged me.
All I could at this point was hear. Music was turned on, and then I heard someone at the door. Could hear conversation, but could not make out the words. When she came back into the room, I could hear her get in the bed followed by someone else, and then could hear sucking on a cock. They proceeded to start fucking; only one talking was my wife. I could hear her saying to fuck to her harder, and how big their cock was. I lost count how many times she came, but from her moans I could tell that she just got her pussy filled with cum.
She started saying how great that felt, she only wished she had gotten her ass fucked. Then she said that if she got his cock hard, would he fuck her ass. Then she got up and removed my gag, with orders to keep quiet and to get her friends cock hard. Then I could feel the head of a cock pressing against my lips. Then my wife started to torture my nipples with clamps, with instructions that I better do a good job. When his cock was hard and clean, my wife asked him to come over and fuck her ass.
After about 20 minutes, and multiple orgasms I heard my wife sigh with pleasure, and how great it was. When she realized her friend didn’t cum with the ass pounding he gave her, and that she would have to take care of that when she walked over gave my nipple a twist, with instructions to clean her friends cock, and to make him cum. After a few minutes of cleaning my wife’s juices off his hard cock could feel it start to throb which was followed by a stream of hot cum hit the back of my throat. My wife then thanked him for coming over, gave him a long kiss good-bye.
When she untied me, removed my blind fold, and then she lay down on the bed with her legs spread. Took her finger and asked me to come over and clean her pussy. It was one of the most remarkable nights we ever had.

this rest started a new life style for us

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