Cuckold Yves says:
In my ignorance of all things cuckold, I had thought that my Wife, Joanne, would be just occasionally having romantic interludes with the man she told me had asked her out on a date. As a husband who believes in 'laissez fair', I thought this was perfectly normal in a modern marriage, and in my mind's eye I could see them both together holding hands in the cinema, sharing a glass of wine, and having a chaste goodnight kiss on our doorstep.
My knowledge of cuckolding was soon brought up to date the afternoon I walked into our bedroom and found Joanne with the man she had been dating. With her knees up around her shoulders, being devoured by his kisses, and having his long and thick dark manhood burying itself deep inside her, I knew that this was no 'romantic interlude'.
This man, or "Master", as she called him, had taken over my pretty young Wife. Her body was open to him as she was meeting his welcome invasion with a truly animal lust, while begging for his seed to be spurting into her.
And I must admit that it was a shock to my sense of manliness, but truly beautiful nonetheless. As it would be so many, many times again after that fateful 'romantic' afternoon.
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