The Cuckoldmaker
The following report is not conceived to put me, Robert, into the middle as a sexy man. It is not written in perfect English since this is not my native language. For reasons you will understand later, i could not have this report translated by AI or Google translate - because they would automatically refuse topics and texts that they judge as being "slightly off" society mainstream or deep into sexual matters.
i ignore if my readers know that Europe has many areas, slightly different from each other, when it comes to the treatment of men by women and women by men.
It happened that 15 years ago i fell in love with a woman from an area quite far and different from my own. i spoke her language sufficiently and all relatives got on well with me - as much as i with them.
We married and have a nice ...... - in her teens by this time. Our ...... loves her grand parents and for our adventures and meetings she was eager to stay at her grand parents´ even for a week or more. My wife Miriam (as i wish to call her for the sake of this report) is an attractive lady - although i am not an ugly man myself. We practise sports and keep fit, slim and healthy. But it was only later that i came to understand that Miri was what you could call a "trophy wife" - in the proper sense.
When in my marriage our sex life was at its start, it was fulfilling for both of us, i guess...i simply guessed....until the main focus went to jobs and education and financing our lives. Then followed times without sex for months and my wife seemed to have understood the lack faster than i did.
Started the time of pillow talks and only then it became clear that we were both rather open to a more dominant partner - which neither of us were in the first place. She wasn´t because in her ethnicity men are strong and dominant and a woman expects a man to (nearly) ...... his wife and she nearly needs that - to indulge in her natural pleasures. After such a ...... she can then accuse her hubby of his rough concept of sex and - today i understand - that those males would smile benevolently - just at the nearest occasion to jump on her again with his long cock as if nothing had happened, no talk had taken place.
Gradually i got to know her story as a girl, when at school before her A-levels a PE teacher had taken her virginity and after him she met a young soldier who loved her and had a dangerous asset - a cock 21 cms/that is almost 11 inches long. She told me that intimidating detail during one of our pillow talks which included a sort of accusation against me, you can already understand why: that i was not direct and dominant enough to forse her into sex...as it is the custom in her area. She did not need a sensitive man like me with my hesitant approach to sex. i was rather the careful man who gauges how interested she would be at a certain moment for sexual interaction. No question - i should rather tear up her pyjamas, fondle her for some seconds and then plunge into her sex!
No person can be the way he/she is not. This also applies to the sex organs...slowly it dawned on me that my 13 cms/6.5 inches were no match for the 21 cms she had been used to - and as a hesitant woman she could never - up to this day - spill the beans and bluntly tell me the two main shortcomings (in the proper sense) between her and myself. No person can be the way he/she is not.
For me our marriage went on. And because of a variety of reasons divorce was not acceptable, virtually impossible for the two of us. i developped my own saying that a bad marriage has the great advantage that you meet a series of interesting persons - outside your marriage. In the past 10 years i met and fucked 4 women - and not as ONS but we (the ladies and myself)had real deep, long love affairs. Sometimes even simultaneous ones. But that had the advantage that when the truth came out, i lost one or both. But that is another question...
The dear reader will be shocked by another revelation that my wife in the mean time had an even higher number of lovers - in her case the word "lover" is more adequate...they were the "fruit" of my cuckoldry about which i have planned to write to an interested readership.
If you have followed our timeline you can imagine when the moment had come to tell each other that we had to take measures not to lose the rest of our respective sexualities.
OLIVER:
Oliver was a man who had put his advert into an internet forum and was looking for a couple for a threesome. His picture showed a rather stern, dark and somber man - his features were far from nice and gentle. His cock was...okay...about a little more than my size if ever.
You can guess that the best that could have happened to us, would have been if this guy Oliver had been a born bull, a dominant male with a copious fancy about dressing a couple to become his submissive sex slaves.
But far from training us, he was even more hesitant than myself. It started as a game of undressing and pushing our penisses into my wife, once him then myself and then him again...nobody wanting to cum so to spoil his own fun. At night he must have fondled Miriam endlessly, with her lying in the middle between us - when i was ...... the ...... of the just...she told me on our way back home. She was unclear about continuing the affair, she just had not cum a single time. And Oliver was not really tender but just careful - was he afraid of catching some STD? We met him two more times and nothing changed. i even once let him stay alone in our room and went out to give him free choice - but this even intimidated him more than my presence and so all is said about it. We stopped our contact.
RICK:
Rick was a man from a neighboring country, speaking our language of course and he had also put an advert into a swinger magazine. He had to travel about three hours and we met him at a motorway truck stop in our area in the evening. We had not even seen his pic before. He recognized us from far and we were possibly the only couple among all the truckers at the near-by tables. He shook hands with Miriam and nodded to me or did he even make any kind of sign to me? i do not even know if he asked me for my name but sat down at the table next to Miriam, me sitting in front of the two. His conversation was exclusively with Miri and it gave me the time to study his features. The most stunning feature were his hungry eyes, bulging out a bit and fixing his victim Miriam. He was slim and tall but not a sports guy, just a horny guy with a special kind of dominance. i cannot say that he was a beautiful man, but he looked attractive in some way - not bad anyway. i was wondering how Miriam would guide the whole affair, since she and him were now the only persons concerned, apparently...today i know that in those moments a gifted cuckold maker was at his job! And he paved his way for a stable relationship.
The truckers at the nearest tables turned silent when the words "my previous submissive couple" - "they were like my slaves" - "unluckily they moved away" - "would you like to be educated by a master, a bull?" i felt excluded and Miris answers were (based on her education and submissive character) nothing but nodding her head and agreeing most of the times. Was it the conversation of his, my silence and her nodding that most attracted the truckers´attention? From the corner of my eyes i followed their silent looks our direction...
To nobody in particular he said if by chance we knew a place nearby where he could check us both out? Miri knew nothing, but i mumbled that perhaps i knew a suitable place...and... i invited him into my car and we left the truck stop towards a forest where a small wooden hut stood open in the dark and we entered. If they could, most of the truckers would have followed us. Now he became direct and told me he would now check out Miriam and i was to turn to the wall and hold both hands behind my back so that i could not wank myself off. i do not know how he could suppose that i would obey his commands, but just in these little details he showed his supreme knowledge of how to adequately treat a submissive couple. i was totally surprised that she did not object to that development of an evening that should just show if we had the same intentions, if our chemistry was okay. If anything i did not expect her to give any sign of accord to this rapid progression. She did not talk but behaved rather as if she were under a spell by such a dominant guy.
i stood there and listened to a series of sounds which were not easy to interpret in the dark. He barked another two or three times at me not to move and nicely keep my arms well behind my back, so he could control me. It was then that i felt my cock stiffen and grow...it pulsated against my trousers and wanted to stick out right away. Had i masturbated, i would have shot my load in no time at all.
But what was Miri thinking? Was she excited? Was he? Obviously he was, he had the situation under his control, just like the rest that followed between us later on. i cannot be mistaken, because their sounds revealed sighing and breathing and clothes that were taken off. Was that a wet kiss or her wet pussy - his cock - was it in her hands? Was that the start of a steady rhythm of the two in the dark? Some time later it was apparently a rhythm between two lovers, i was waiting to hear her pussy making sounds of wetness and there it was, the signal that her desire had grown. Why on earth had she been so unexpectedly ready to drive with a total stranger into a shack in the dark woods? From my position it would have been too late to check any assault against her. But assault was taking place, only with a different intention, her sighing and moaning grew and his breath was rapid and forceful.
He must have enjoyed his rough tone against me, as he bellowed more times "do not ake your hands from the back, hold still, no wanking, just keep here in silence!!" i did nothing else...i obeyed, like the cuckold i started to be at that moment. My cock was stiffer than ever and in some way he saved me from losing all the fun by an overdue ejaculation.
How long had i been standing there, listening to the love sounds of that couple in the dark? There was such a variety of sounds which you may miss when being the daylight witness of love making. And they could not be mistaken - they were enjoying and nearing each of them her or his ultimate orgasm. As far as i could hear they were making violent sounds and movements...she must have clung to him, he must have seized her passionately...he was in his element, it seemed, no mistaking possible! Many cuckolds may know the moment when their wives leave the trodden paths of low lust for a higher level of abandoned lust with a dominant stranger...at least that was the case for my wife Miriam.
My mind was criss-crossed with thoughts of all sort...was Miri still on her contraceptive? Sure she was. Was she about to catch a STD? Rick had discussed the issue openly and audibly at the truck stop table. He was clean! What would she tell me about it all? What would she omit in order not to hurt me? It was the heightened sexual rush in women when they have a new partner that some cucky is allowed to witness and it creates his cuckold angst...as it was with me in those moments. Being present in those moments of lust and exluded from them in a strange way and then have to rely upon her truthful report...can she explain truthfully?
The waves of lust went up higher and higher all the time and i felt like unwanted and my presence an interference with other people´s lust. i did not belong there, Rick had quite justly excluded me from their sex - even from seeing and knowing. i was dependent on her report and this report was uncertain when it came to a description of what this woman of mine really felt...i must stress: "REALLY" feels. Is she objective in such a subjective situation? Is it not precisely this what makes the cuckold shiver?
But just as trees do not grow up into the sky, their lust reached the most intimate moment...one or both came and sighed, shouted and cried out loud. i was shocked and expected the unexpected, but not with them. i heard some clothes being picked up and put on and some soft murmur, i could not understand, a kiss blown? A command under voice? "Come, drive me back to the highway parking!" i dared move my arms and saw my wife just take up her coat. She said no word to neither of us and the two remained silent until we stopped at the truck stop. Rick got out from the back seat next to Miriam and handed us a short paper notice with his email address. "Until next week - and write still today!" and off he went.
Miri dared not move onto the seat by my side and i drove those ten kilometers home without a word spoken between us.
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this obviously is not the end of our experience...
