I posted “Somewhere between Lost and Found” on this forum a year ago after I found out that my husband was jerking off at night while surfing ‘cuckold’ web sites. Time just flew by. I took some of your advice offered and I stopped acting like some juiced up teenager in heat. I think Paul got what he wanted too; a wife who is who is the play-thing of another man.
OUR RELATIONSHIP: Aaron and I are still going at it as often as we can. We’ve become good friends with “super” benefits. I’m his girlfriend and he’s my boyfriend. When we're out of town we’re a couple in public, at the pubs, and in the hotel lobby. Back home nothing has changed. I’m Paul’s adoring wife and Aaron is our mutual friend; anything else is very discrete. I love Paul he's my number one… and if he’s good boy I allow him to join us for intense sex.
RULES AND GUIDLINES: Paul and I have come up with a set of “guide-lines” to ensure that we both get what we want out of our relationship without preventing the other from getting what they want. The first rule (also known as “Paul’s rule”) is that I can pretty much do what ever I like as long as our friends and family do not find out about it. The second rule or “Donna’s rule” is that Paul’s not allowed to ask me about my ‘alone’ time with Aaron - and I don't offer any details. The third rule is that Paul is not allowed to surf porn or masturbate without my prior approval. The forth rule or “the discovery rule” is that Paul takes the blame if someone should ever find out about our alternative lifestyle. He’s the pervert and I'm not the slut wife. Rule five, also known as “Aaron’s rule” is fairly standard in the cuckold realm; Paul must wear a condom whenever we have sex together, especially now that Aaron has claimed bare backing rites to my va-Jay-Jay. The consequence for abusing any of our “guide-lines” is his loss of joining our monthly threesomes.
SEX WITH PAUL: is still enjoyable. It normally consists of him fucking me with a big fat dildo (that he bought for me) while at the same time giving me head. He’s always able to trip my trigger for at least one orgasm. I think that Paul gets a kick out of fucking me with what he calls “his” big blue dick and I think it’s cute. For my part I give Paul a hand job once a week or so and I’ll occasionally give him a BJ before bed or a quick fuck in the morning. Gotta keep the hubby happy if you’re gonna be out fucking other men.
SEX WITH AARON: is “unbelievably fantastic”. He’s fucked me in more ways that I knew existed and he’s always finding a new way to take me to another orgasmic plateau. I never had a multiple orgasm before I met Aaron and now I’m what you might call a “multi-girl” (maybe you could even call me a multi-multi girl). Aaron excites me to the point that I get (really) wet just thinking about him. I’ve never had that reaction with any other man. I never thought I’d say this - because I’ve spent most of my life professing the opposite; size does matter in a ‘big’ way (pun intended). I don’t know if I could ever go any great amount of time again without getting laid by a man with a big fat hard dick, with or without Paul’s approval.
PAUL’S SEXUALLITY: There were a few responses to my previous post defending Paul’s sexuality or sexual orientation. I’ve given the subject some thought but I find that I’m still on the fence. Aaron is convinced that Paul (in his words) is a “cum sucking fag-boy”. When we’re alone he always makes joking comments like, “Where’s queer-boy tonight?” or “Haven’t you found a boyfriend for that man yet?” At first it pissed me off but I’ve lightened up a little; now I barley notice when he’s doing it and I even find myself joking about it too sometimes. I’m fairly sure that Paul’s bisexual but he denies it. I’ve come to accept it and it doesn’t freak me out any more. In my mind Paul validated his bisexuality the first time that Aaron and I went at it bareback in front of him. When Aaron came in my pussy Paul immediately plunged in and started sucking the cum out. He seemed very excited. Aaron taunted him with fag jokes at his expense. He even had me push a little to give “fag-boy” a “bonus” mouth full. I felt a little bad about letting Aaron humiliate Paul like that in front of me, he never did that before, but shortly afterwards I walked in the bathroom and caught him jerking his hard little dick like crazy, it was apparent sucking sperm was what he wanted. I stopped feeling sorry. Since then on more than one occasion Aaron has pulled out and shot his load all over my belly or on Paul’s face then made him clean and eat it up. So you tell me - if a guy gets off by drinking another man’s semen, from his woman’s pussy or from the source itself how could he possibly be considered straight? Nope. Paul is bisexual and maybe even homo-bisexaul.
THE DISCOVERY AND THE DISCOVERY RULE: The short story. My best friend Kerri stopped by (unannounced) and caught me and Aaron humping away like rabbits on the living room floor. I freaked. I booted Aaron out the same door then quickly got dressed and rushed over to Kerri’s apartment to try to nip things in the bud. It was awkward to say the least. I hadn’t exactly thought of what I was going to say and one lie just lead to another and before I knew it I told her that I found a big fat blue dildo in Paul’s underwear drawer (“his big blue dick”) and a huge stash of gay porn on his computer. Then I told her that Paul in not so many words confessed his ‘never acted upon’ latent homosexually. With my eyes starting to swell with tears (out of fear of being caught) I told her that Paul has no desire to have sex with women anymore. I finished by telling her that he gave me permission to have a boyfriend on the side if I promised not to divorce him. She bought it. I felt terrible, but what’s done is done. Enough said on that subject except that although she promised to keep it a secret, Kerri told one of our girlfriends at work, who told another, and now at least 4 of the girls at work know about it.
LET THE ‘MIND GAMES’ BEGIN: I took some time to read a few cuckold stories and forum entries. It didn’t take me long to realize that a great deal of the cuckold lifestyle centers on mind games. Take cum for example. Cum was never a big part of our sex life, now that Paul’s a self professed cuckold it’s all about who gets to put his cum where, (and who doesn’t get to put his cum there); who’s eating whose cum and where’s he eating it from, and Paul’s now even eating his own cum, it’s all just ‘mind games’. I’ve come up with a few twists on a classic. I’ve told Paul that I wanted to have children. He has two from his first marriage and he wasn’t thrilled about having any more. None the less he agreed but it just never happened. I told him that my biological clock was still ticking and that I’ve decided to let Aaron gett me pregnant. Hel was shocked. He tried to talk me out of it, he begged me to stop and think about it, and he cried a little; but I couldn’t help to notice that he had a bulge in his jeans the entire time. I googled then downloaded a ‘sperm donor form’ that basically releases the ‘donor’ from liability and protects the parental rights of the ‘recipient’… and (I love this part) the agreement reads, “Each party acknowledges and agrees that through the procedure of artificial insemination the ‘recipient’ is attempting to become pregnant and it is the intent that such inseminations shall continue until conception occurs.” When the three of us went to sign the agreement I turned the notary public’s face bright red (Paul’s too) when I borrowed his pen and crossed out the word ‘artificial’ in front of the word insemination before I signed it. After everything was signed and legal-like the three of us went home and had a ceremonial flushing of my birth control pills before Aaron fucked me for two hours straight while Paul crawled off somewhere to jerk off.
FOR THE RECORD: I have no intention to let Aaron knock me up. I flushed a pack birth control pills and now I keep the other packs hidden. If I did want to get pregnant (which I don’t) it would be with my husband; not my fuck-buddy no matter how hot he looks, how good he fucks, or how big his dick is. I had planned to let Aaron in on the “baby makin” scheme but because he seemed so eager to be the ‘donor’ I decided to keep him out of the loop for a while. As of last night Aaron is still pumping me full of sperm trying to make me pregnant and Paul functions as my only form of birth control by immediately sucking it out.
SO WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE: Well Aaron and I going to Jamaica. We leave for a five day vacation this coming Friday. When Aaron realized that Paul will be tied down at work coordinating a major network upgrade he bought two tickets online and presented them to me last week when we were out having dinner. Paul has reluctantly accepted that he has to stay behind and tend to his project while Aaron and I go off to play in the sand. Maybe next time Paul can come along with us. I'm releasing him from the rules while Aaron and I are away. Yesterday Kerri (who still thinks Paul is gay) suggested that she try to hook Paul up with her husband’s brother (Rick) who’s temp staying with them. He's a totally “to bad he’s gay” kind of guy who is currently available. Kerri thinks that with a little booze and maybe a joint that she might be able to coax Paul out of the closet. She’s seems really into it. Paul has no idea that Kerri thinks he’s gay and I’m not sure how he’d react if he found out so if she did it she’d have to keep it a secret and I no that she’s not good at keeping secrets. Should I let her tend to her evil plans and see what Paul will do, should I give Paul a little nudge, or should do nothing… I’m still thinking on that. I have less than one week to plan Paul’s “vacation” and to pack (ha ha). Any suggestions?
OUR RELATIONSHIP: Aaron and I are still going at it as often as we can. We’ve become good friends with “super” benefits. I’m his girlfriend and he’s my boyfriend. When we're out of town we’re a couple in public, at the pubs, and in the hotel lobby. Back home nothing has changed. I’m Paul’s adoring wife and Aaron is our mutual friend; anything else is very discrete. I love Paul he's my number one… and if he’s good boy I allow him to join us for intense sex.
RULES AND GUIDLINES: Paul and I have come up with a set of “guide-lines” to ensure that we both get what we want out of our relationship without preventing the other from getting what they want. The first rule (also known as “Paul’s rule”) is that I can pretty much do what ever I like as long as our friends and family do not find out about it. The second rule or “Donna’s rule” is that Paul’s not allowed to ask me about my ‘alone’ time with Aaron - and I don't offer any details. The third rule is that Paul is not allowed to surf porn or masturbate without my prior approval. The forth rule or “the discovery rule” is that Paul takes the blame if someone should ever find out about our alternative lifestyle. He’s the pervert and I'm not the slut wife. Rule five, also known as “Aaron’s rule” is fairly standard in the cuckold realm; Paul must wear a condom whenever we have sex together, especially now that Aaron has claimed bare backing rites to my va-Jay-Jay. The consequence for abusing any of our “guide-lines” is his loss of joining our monthly threesomes.
SEX WITH PAUL: is still enjoyable. It normally consists of him fucking me with a big fat dildo (that he bought for me) while at the same time giving me head. He’s always able to trip my trigger for at least one orgasm. I think that Paul gets a kick out of fucking me with what he calls “his” big blue dick and I think it’s cute. For my part I give Paul a hand job once a week or so and I’ll occasionally give him a BJ before bed or a quick fuck in the morning. Gotta keep the hubby happy if you’re gonna be out fucking other men.
SEX WITH AARON: is “unbelievably fantastic”. He’s fucked me in more ways that I knew existed and he’s always finding a new way to take me to another orgasmic plateau. I never had a multiple orgasm before I met Aaron and now I’m what you might call a “multi-girl” (maybe you could even call me a multi-multi girl). Aaron excites me to the point that I get (really) wet just thinking about him. I’ve never had that reaction with any other man. I never thought I’d say this - because I’ve spent most of my life professing the opposite; size does matter in a ‘big’ way (pun intended). I don’t know if I could ever go any great amount of time again without getting laid by a man with a big fat hard dick, with or without Paul’s approval.
PAUL’S SEXUALLITY: There were a few responses to my previous post defending Paul’s sexuality or sexual orientation. I’ve given the subject some thought but I find that I’m still on the fence. Aaron is convinced that Paul (in his words) is a “cum sucking fag-boy”. When we’re alone he always makes joking comments like, “Where’s queer-boy tonight?” or “Haven’t you found a boyfriend for that man yet?” At first it pissed me off but I’ve lightened up a little; now I barley notice when he’s doing it and I even find myself joking about it too sometimes. I’m fairly sure that Paul’s bisexual but he denies it. I’ve come to accept it and it doesn’t freak me out any more. In my mind Paul validated his bisexuality the first time that Aaron and I went at it bareback in front of him. When Aaron came in my pussy Paul immediately plunged in and started sucking the cum out. He seemed very excited. Aaron taunted him with fag jokes at his expense. He even had me push a little to give “fag-boy” a “bonus” mouth full. I felt a little bad about letting Aaron humiliate Paul like that in front of me, he never did that before, but shortly afterwards I walked in the bathroom and caught him jerking his hard little dick like crazy, it was apparent sucking sperm was what he wanted. I stopped feeling sorry. Since then on more than one occasion Aaron has pulled out and shot his load all over my belly or on Paul’s face then made him clean and eat it up. So you tell me - if a guy gets off by drinking another man’s semen, from his woman’s pussy or from the source itself how could he possibly be considered straight? Nope. Paul is bisexual and maybe even homo-bisexaul.
THE DISCOVERY AND THE DISCOVERY RULE: The short story. My best friend Kerri stopped by (unannounced) and caught me and Aaron humping away like rabbits on the living room floor. I freaked. I booted Aaron out the same door then quickly got dressed and rushed over to Kerri’s apartment to try to nip things in the bud. It was awkward to say the least. I hadn’t exactly thought of what I was going to say and one lie just lead to another and before I knew it I told her that I found a big fat blue dildo in Paul’s underwear drawer (“his big blue dick”) and a huge stash of gay porn on his computer. Then I told her that Paul in not so many words confessed his ‘never acted upon’ latent homosexually. With my eyes starting to swell with tears (out of fear of being caught) I told her that Paul has no desire to have sex with women anymore. I finished by telling her that he gave me permission to have a boyfriend on the side if I promised not to divorce him. She bought it. I felt terrible, but what’s done is done. Enough said on that subject except that although she promised to keep it a secret, Kerri told one of our girlfriends at work, who told another, and now at least 4 of the girls at work know about it.
LET THE ‘MIND GAMES’ BEGIN: I took some time to read a few cuckold stories and forum entries. It didn’t take me long to realize that a great deal of the cuckold lifestyle centers on mind games. Take cum for example. Cum was never a big part of our sex life, now that Paul’s a self professed cuckold it’s all about who gets to put his cum where, (and who doesn’t get to put his cum there); who’s eating whose cum and where’s he eating it from, and Paul’s now even eating his own cum, it’s all just ‘mind games’. I’ve come up with a few twists on a classic. I’ve told Paul that I wanted to have children. He has two from his first marriage and he wasn’t thrilled about having any more. None the less he agreed but it just never happened. I told him that my biological clock was still ticking and that I’ve decided to let Aaron gett me pregnant. Hel was shocked. He tried to talk me out of it, he begged me to stop and think about it, and he cried a little; but I couldn’t help to notice that he had a bulge in his jeans the entire time. I googled then downloaded a ‘sperm donor form’ that basically releases the ‘donor’ from liability and protects the parental rights of the ‘recipient’… and (I love this part) the agreement reads, “Each party acknowledges and agrees that through the procedure of artificial insemination the ‘recipient’ is attempting to become pregnant and it is the intent that such inseminations shall continue until conception occurs.” When the three of us went to sign the agreement I turned the notary public’s face bright red (Paul’s too) when I borrowed his pen and crossed out the word ‘artificial’ in front of the word insemination before I signed it. After everything was signed and legal-like the three of us went home and had a ceremonial flushing of my birth control pills before Aaron fucked me for two hours straight while Paul crawled off somewhere to jerk off.
FOR THE RECORD: I have no intention to let Aaron knock me up. I flushed a pack birth control pills and now I keep the other packs hidden. If I did want to get pregnant (which I don’t) it would be with my husband; not my fuck-buddy no matter how hot he looks, how good he fucks, or how big his dick is. I had planned to let Aaron in on the “baby makin” scheme but because he seemed so eager to be the ‘donor’ I decided to keep him out of the loop for a while. As of last night Aaron is still pumping me full of sperm trying to make me pregnant and Paul functions as my only form of birth control by immediately sucking it out.
SO WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE: Well Aaron and I going to Jamaica. We leave for a five day vacation this coming Friday. When Aaron realized that Paul will be tied down at work coordinating a major network upgrade he bought two tickets online and presented them to me last week when we were out having dinner. Paul has reluctantly accepted that he has to stay behind and tend to his project while Aaron and I go off to play in the sand. Maybe next time Paul can come along with us. I'm releasing him from the rules while Aaron and I are away. Yesterday Kerri (who still thinks Paul is gay) suggested that she try to hook Paul up with her husband’s brother (Rick) who’s temp staying with them. He's a totally “to bad he’s gay” kind of guy who is currently available. Kerri thinks that with a little booze and maybe a joint that she might be able to coax Paul out of the closet. She’s seems really into it. Paul has no idea that Kerri thinks he’s gay and I’m not sure how he’d react if he found out so if she did it she’d have to keep it a secret and I no that she’s not good at keeping secrets. Should I let her tend to her evil plans and see what Paul will do, should I give Paul a little nudge, or should do nothing… I’m still thinking on that. I have less than one week to plan Paul’s “vacation” and to pack (ha ha). Any suggestions?
