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Diary of a Cuckolded Husband

Diary of a Cuckolded Husband

Diary of a Cuckolded Husband

So I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, while my wife got dressed for her date. I was in a funk and I was feeling pretty low, and as much as I was trying to hide it from her, she noticed.

“I’m going to be out late,” she said, as she brushed her hair in the bathroom mirror. “And you shouldn’t wait up.”

“Okay.”

“You sure you’re going to be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah.”

She was going to see her new lover. Or her “fuck buddy” as she preferred to call him. A 22 year-old who worked construction and who fucked her like a jackhammer every time he got his cock near her. And it was probably only a matter of time before he made a baby in her belly.

“Because I don’t have to go out,” she said. “If you’d rather have me stay home.”

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s fine.”

She stopped brushing her hair and looked at me through the reflection in the mirror. She studied my face, and I’m sure she knew that I was feeling pretty crappy about myself.

“He makes me happy,” she said.

I knew that. “I’m glad.”

“But so do you.”

“Thanks.”

She turned around, and I was struck by how beautiful she was. She looked amazing, and the sight of her took my breath away, like it always did. My wife was 27 years old, with an hourglass figure and a full, sexy face. And long, luxurious hair that she usually wore in a ponytail.

She had on a sexy red dress and matching heels. Her eyes were accented with a bit of eye shadow, and her lips were painted bright red.

“Are you really okay with this?” she asked. “With me going out with him?”

“Of course,” I lied.

She gave me a skeptical look. “I know you better than that,” she said. “It bothers you.”

I shrugged. It was all I could do.

“Maybe we should stop,” she said. “Do you want me to stop?”

I knew that I should want her to stop. But the thought of her stopping also made me feel sick.

“It’s too soon to tell,” I said.

She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. She gave me a kiss, and then she rubbed her thumb against my cheek. “You’re a good man,” she said.

“Not really.”

She kissed me again. “You are,” she said.

I smiled, and for a brief moment I felt better. But then her phone buzzed, and I knew that was her lover, texting her. He had a small dick, but he had the energy and virility of a bull.

“It’s him,” she said.

I nodded.

“I have to go.”

“I know.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure,” I lied again.

She got up and started putting on her earrings. I watched her. She was so beautiful, and she was my wife, and the thought of her being with another man was a knife through my heart.

“Have fun,” I said, trying to put a brave face on it.

She walked over and stood above me, and her perfume filled the air. I could feel the heat from her body, and her perfume reminded me of the countless times we’d made love.

“I’ll try,” she said, giving me a wink.

And then she bent down and gave me a long kiss. Her lipstick tasted like strawberries. She was wearing her lucky dress, and I thought of the countless times we’d had sex while she wore it. I thought about her being naked underneath it, and I wondered if her lover would see her that way.

“You look great,” I said.

“Thanks, honey,” she said, winking at me again.

She walked away and turned off the bedroom light, and the door closed behind her. The room was dark, and I could hear her footsteps walking down the hallway. And then the front door opened, and closed.

***

I got a text a little after 11 pm, and I knew what it was before I even looked at my phone. I knew my wife was sending me a picture of her pussy. A “cunt pic,” as she liked to call them.

I’d asked her not to, but she insisted. She said she wanted to share every part of her sex life with me, and if that included pictures of her cunt, then that’s what I was going to get.

I picked up my phone and looked at the message. Sure enough, there was a picture of her pussy, spread open, the pink folds glistening with moisture. It looked beautiful.

The caption below read, “He’s fucking me now.”

I sighed and set my phone down. She was probably on her back, legs in the air, with her young lover slamming into her. He would be thrusting and thrusting, with his hard cock pounding into her wet cunt, and she would be moaning with ecstasy.

Her pussy was a beautiful, tight fit. And she was always wet and ready for cock. So he’d fuck her deep and hard, and she’d wrap her legs around him and pull him into her, and then she’d come, over and over, and it would feel like the first time.

She would moan and thrash and writhe, and he would come inside her, and then they’d rest, and then he’d fuck her again. Sometimes they’d fuck all night.

Sometimes he’d sleep over.

And sometimes I’d hear him in our house, and I’d lie there, awake, listening to her screams of passion.

My phone vibrated again. Another message from her. This time it was a close-up picture of her pussy, taken by her lover, and it was obviously a selfie, because his thumb was in the shot. His big, hairy thumb, spreading her open.

She’d written, “Look how wet my pussy is!”

I put my phone back down. It was torture. I knew that. And yet, I couldn’t stop her.

I wanted to be the man that made her happy. And the thought of her getting her pussy filled by another man’s cock made her happy.

But I didn’t have to like it.

I lay there, in the dark, staring at the ceiling, and I thought about my wife. About how she looked, and how she smelled. And the sound of her voice, and the taste of her mouth.

I thought about the way she kissed me. And the way she wrapped her hand around my cock when she was stroking me. And the way she moved when she was on top of me, with her breasts bouncing and her hair flying.

She was so beautiful, and so sexy, and the thought of her being with another man filled me with sorrow and anger and pain.

But at the same time, the thought of her being with another man was an incredible turn-on. It was the ultimate taboo, and it was forbidden and dangerous, and yet it was true.

And I couldn’t deny it.

I was a cuckold, and I loved it.

The story is about; Diary of a Cuckolded Husband.

The next day was Saturday, and I was up early. My wife was still asleep, and her lover was gone. I made myself some breakfast and I watched TV, and then I cleaned the house.

A little after noon, my wife woke up and came downstairs. She was wearing a white t-shirt and no panties.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Hey, you.”

“Did you get my texts?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not mad, are you?”

“No.”

“Because I wanted to send them,” she said. “You didn’t make me.”

“I know.”

She smiled. “It’s just so much fun,” she said.

I nodded.

“You’re a good cuckold.”

“Thanks.”

She walked over and kissed me. She smelled like sex and sweat, and her lips were swollen and tender.

“How was your night?” I asked.

“Oh, it was amazing,” she said. “We fucked all night.”

“I know.”

She reached under the t-shirt and rubbed her pussy. “He fucked me so good,” she said. “You should have seen it.”

“I saw it.”

She looked at me, and her eyes were wide. “You watched?”

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head. “Your phone. I saw the pictures.”

“Oh.”

“How was the sex?”

“It was incredible,” she said. “He fucks like a machine. You have no idea.”

I knew that was true.

“He made me come, over and over,” she said. “So many times.”

“I know.”

“You’re really not mad?”

“No.”

She gave me a hug. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me do this,” she said. “For being a good cuckold. It means so much to me.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, really,” she said. “This is important to me. And I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t on board.”

“I’m here,” I said.

She kissed me again.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said.

“Okay.”

“Why don’t you make us some lunch? We can eat together.”

“Okay.”

She went upstairs and took a shower, and I made us some sandwiches. And then I sat down and ate mine, and I waited for her.

***

My wife came downstairs a little after 2 pm, and she was wearing a short, black skirt, and a low-cut white blouse.

“Wow,” I said.

“You like?”

“Yes.”

“This is the outfit I wore last night,” she said.

“It looks different.”

“It’s a little wrinkled,” she said. “We fucked so much that we never even bothered to take it off.”

“Oh.”

“But it still looks nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You want to know a secret?”

“Sure.”

She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Really?”

“That’s why it’s such a short skirt,” she said. “No panty lines.”

“Oh.”

She sat down next to me and crossed her legs. She pulled the skirt up a little, and I could see her bare pussy underneath.

“Wanna see?”

“Yes.”

She smiled. “Only if you ask nicely,” she said.

“May I please see your pussy?”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

She pulled the skirt up higher, and I could see her entire pussy. Her labia were puffy and swollen, and her clit was sticking out, like a tiny little cock.

“You like what you see?”

“Yes.”

She reached down and ran her finger over her pussy. “Do you wanna know what we did last night?”

“Tell me.”

“We fucked,” she said. “For hours and hours. And then we fell asleep, and then we woke up and fucked again.”

“Yes.”

“And then I got on top of him and rode his cock,” she said. “Hard.”

“Yes.”

“And he fucked me so good,” she said. “He’s so fucking strong.”

“Yes.”

“He fucked me until I came,” she said. “So many times.”

“Yes.”

“And then he came in my pussy,” she said. “He blew his load in me.”

“I know.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Are you turned on?”

“Yes.”

She reached over and felt the bulge in my pants.

“I think you’re a little turned on.”

“I am.”

She unzipped my pants and reached in, and pulled my cock out.

“Mmm,” she said. “Nice.”

She leaned over and licked the tip of my cock. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Yes.”

“Ask nicely,” she said.

“Will you please suck my cock?”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

She put her lips over the tip of my cock and slowly moved down. My cock disappeared into her mouth, and I could feel the wetness of her tongue.

She moved her mouth up and down, and I could feel the pressure building. She sucked me deep and hard, and her hand moved over the shaft.

I moaned.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to suck your little cock?”

“Yes.”

She leaned over and kissed the tip.

“Or maybe you’d rather watch me get fucked,” she said.

“Both.”

“Which do you want more?”

“I don’t know.”

“Think about it,” she said. “What would turn you on more?”

“To watch you get fucked.”

“Okay.”

“But first, I’d like you to finish sucking my cock.”

“Okay.”

She sucked me deeper and harder, and her hands moved over my shaft. Her lips and tongue worked their magic, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer.

And then she stopped.

“There,” she said. “Now you can watch me get fucked.”

She got up and walked to the bedroom. I followed her, and she opened the drawer of her bedside table.

“Look what I have,” she said.

She held up a small pink vibrator.

“You want me to use this?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to watch me use it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. I watched as she slid the vibrator inside her pussy. She turned it on and pressed it against her clit.

“Oh, god,” she moaned.

“Do you like that?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“His cock,” she said. “Last night.”

“Tell me.”

“We fucked,” she said. “For hours.”

“Where did you fuck?”

“Here,” she said. “And there.”

“Where else?”

“In the living room,” she said. “Against the wall.”

“What else?”

“The kitchen,” she said. “On the counter.”

“Oh, god.”

“He fucked me,” she said. “Again and again.”

“And then what?”

“And then we came back here,” she said. “To bed.”

“And then what?”

“And then I rode him,” she said. “For hours.”

“Oh, god.”

“It was amazing,” she said. “Just thinking about it makes me come.”

“Are you coming now?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, god, yes.”

“I’m coming, too,” I said.

“Come in my mouth,” she said.

I moved closer and shoved my cock in her mouth. She sucked me, and I came, and I could feel her lips and tongue working their magic.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

“Oh, god.”

We lay there for a while, and then she kissed me.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For letting me do this,” she said. “And for being a good cuckold.”

I nodded.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She gave me a kiss, and then she got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and I knew she was washing the smell of her lover from her body.

I lay there, listening to the water run, and I thought about the night before. And about the fact that I would have to share her again, and again, and again.

The story is about; Memories of a cocksucking husband

I could hear my wife and her lover talking, their voices low and urgent. I strained to hear what they were saying, but I couldn’t make out the words.

Then there was a moan, followed by a sharp cry. I knew my wife was in pain, and I started to get up, but the sound of her voice stopped me.

“No,” she said. “I can take it. Please. Keep going.”

Her lover groaned, and I heard the sound of skin slapping against skin. The bed creaked and groaned, and my wife let out another moan.

I lay there, listening.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Fuck me. Harder. Oh, god. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

Her cries filled the air, and I knew she was coming. The bed shook, and the headboard banged against the wall.

“Oh, god. Oh, god.”

And then her lover cried out, and I knew he was coming too.

The bed creaked one last time, and then there was silence.

I closed my eyes, and listened to the sound of my wife’s breathing.

The story is about; Diary of a Cuckolded Husband.

I woke up the next morning, and the first thing I noticed was that my wife’s side of the bed was empty. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost noon.

I got up and walked into the bathroom. My wife was there, brushing her hair.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey.”

She smiled. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good.”

She kissed me, and then she went downstairs. I brushed my teeth and took a shower, and then I got dressed and went downstairs.

My wife was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” she said.

“Good morning.”

“Want some breakfast?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.”

She sipped her coffee and flipped through a magazine. I stood there, watching her.

“You okay?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled. “You know, if you’re feeling a little jealous, that’s okay,” she said. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it when you get all possessive.”

I shook my head. “I’m not jealous.”

“Good.”

“I’m not.”

She smirked. “Okay, then.”

“I’m not!”

She laughed. “If you say so.”

I sighed. “It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Who, your brother?”

“Yeah.”

“What about him?”

“About him being here,” I said. “With you.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, smiling. “That was fun.”

“Was it?”

“Of course,” she said. “Don’t you think so?”

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?”

“I mean, yeah, I did,” I said. “At least, the part where I watched him fuck you.”

“And the other part?”

“The part where I watched him come in you,” I said. “It was… intense.”

“Yeah,” she said. “It was.”

“But the rest of it?”

“What about it?”

“It was just weird,” I said. “Seeing him in our house. Touching you.”

“Yeah, it was a little weird,” she admitted.

“But you liked it?”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “I liked the sex. But, like you said, the rest of it was kind of strange.”

“Strange how?”

“Just… having him around,” she said. “It felt like he was invading our space, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“And the way he looked at me,” she said. “Like I was a piece of meat.”

“I know.”

“It was hot,” she said. “But it was also a little scary.”

“I know what you mean.”

“But the sex was incredible,” she said. “Right?”

“Yeah.”

“He knows how to fuck, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“You’re getting jealous again,” she teased.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not,” I insisted.

“Well, you should be,” she said. “Because if you don’t get jealous, I’m gonna keep fucking him.”

“You should,” I said. “It’s part of the game.”

“But it’s more than that,” she said. “It’s real, too.”

“I know.”

“We’re going to keep doing this,” she said. “Unless you stop us.”

“I’m not going to stop you.”

“I know,” she said. “Because you’re a good cuckold. A true submissive.”

“I am.”

“So, you’ll let me fuck your brother as much as I want,” she said.

“Yes.”

“And if I want to have a threesome with him and someone else?”

“Yes.”

“And if I want him to fuck me without you?”

“Yes.”

“And if I want him to come inside me?”

“Yes.”

“You’re so sweet,” she said, kissing me. “And so submissive.”

I sighed.

“But that’s not what you want, is it?”

“No.”

“You want to be the dominant one,” she said.

“Sometimes,” I admitted.

“That’s okay,” she said. “It’s natural.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Even the most submissive cuckold has his limits.”

“I guess.”

“So, tell me,” she said. “What are your limits?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Think about it,” she urged.

“Well, I don’t want you to fuck him without me,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “I wouldn’t want that, either.”

“And I don’t want you to have a threesome with him and someone else,” I added.

“Okay,” she said.

“And I don’t want him to come inside you,” I said. “That’s a step too far.”

“Fair enough,” she said.

“I mean, it’s bad enough when he comes on you,” I added.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s a pretty big load, too.”

“But maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe it’s okay if he comes inside you,” I said. “If it’s protected.”

“You mean, if he uses a condom?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Or if he pulls out.”

“And comes on my tits?”

“Yeah,” I said. “If it’s protected.”

She smiled. “That sounds fair.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said. “But only if you can be a little more dominant.”

“I can do that,” I said.

“Show me,” she said. “Make me your little whore.”

“Okay,” I said. “Take off your clothes.”

She grinned and pulled her top off, revealing her bare tits. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, along with her panties.

“There,” she said. “All naked.”

“Sit on the table.”

She did as I told her.

“Spread your legs.”

She spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy.

“Play with yourself,” I ordered.

She reached down and rubbed her pussy.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Say it,” I demanded.

“I like touching myself,” she said.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

“I’m very wet.”

“Show me.”

She held up her fingers, which were slick with her juices.

“God, you’re so sexy,” I said.

“Thank you.”

“You want to be my little slut, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you like a whore.”

“Yes.”

“Then beg me.”

“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Beg harder.”

“Please, please,” she pleaded. “I need your cock.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Or do you want me to pull out and come on your tits?”

“I want you to come inside me,” she said. “If that’s what you want.”

“But if it’s not protected,” I reminded her.

“Right,” she said. “If it’s not protected, then you can pull out and come on my tits.”

“Good,” I said.

“Or in my mouth,” she added.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“Now, fuck me,” she ordered. “Please.”

I moved closer and grabbed her hips. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me close. My cock slid into her wet pussy.

“Oh, god,” I groaned.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard.”

I began thrusting in and out, and she clung to me.

“Harder,” she begged.

I fucked her harder, and she moaned.

“Oh, god,” she cried. “Oh, god, yes.”

I felt my orgasm building, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Come for me,” she begged. “Please. Come inside me.”

“I’m gonna come,” I warned.

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

“I’m gonna come.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

I groaned and came inside her. She held me close, her nails digging into my back.

“Oh, god,” she whispered. “Oh, god, yes.”

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together.

Then she kissed me and smiled.

“Thank you,” she said. “That was perfect.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied.

“And next time,” she added. “I want you to be even more dominant.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she said. “Because this is your show. Your game. And if you want to change the rules, then you can. As long as you’re comfortable with it.”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, think about it,” she said.

“Okay,” I agreed. “I will.”

“Good,” she said. “Now, why don’t you clean up the kitchen while I take a shower?”

“Sure.”

She gave me a quick kiss and walked upstairs.

I watched her go, and I thought about our conversation.

Was I really comfortable with letting her fuck my brother? And other guys?

Maybe not.

But I had to admit, it was hot.

And she seemed to enjoy it, too.

Maybe I could deal with it.

As long as it didn’t get too crazy.

The story is about; Cuckolding Memories.

My wife was lying on the bed, naked. She was wearing a blindfold and her hands were tied to the bedposts.

I was kneeling between her legs, teasing her with the vibrator.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, fuck me.”

“Not yet,” I replied.

“Please.”

“Not until my brother comes.”

She groaned. “I need it.”

“You can wait.”

She was panting now, her skin flushed.

I could hear a car pulling into the driveway.

“He’s here,” I said.

“Oh, god.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes.”

The doorbell rang, and I got up and went downstairs. My brother was standing on the front porch.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied.

He walked into the house and followed me into the bedroom.

“Oh, god,” my wife moaned when she heard his voice.

“I think she’s ready for you,” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah, I can see that.”

“So, are you going to fuck her or what?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Definitely.”

He undid his pants and pulled them down. His cock was already hard.

“Oh, fuck,” my wife moaned. “Your voice makes me so wet.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said. “Your pussy’s dripping.”

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Not yet,” he said. “First, I’m gonna make you suck my cock.”

“Oh, god,” she gasped.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Then get on your knees.”

“Yes.”

“On the floor.”

She slid off the bed and knelt in front of him.

“Now, open your mouth.”

She did as he commanded.

“Stick out your tongue.”

She stuck out her tongue.

“Suck my cock.”

She took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Suck my cock.”

I stood there, watching, as my brother face-fucked my wife. She gagged and choked on his thick cock, but he didn’t let up.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of it.”

Finally, he pulled out and slapped her across the face with his cock.

“Now, get on the bed.”

She scrambled back onto the bed and lay on her back.

“Get ready,” he said. “Here I come.”

He mounted her and pushed his cock into her wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so tight.”

He began fucking her hard, and she moaned.

“That’s right,” he said. “Take it.”

“Oh, god,” she groaned. “Your cock is so big.”

He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

“Yeah,” he said. “You like that?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You like it when I fuck you hard and deep.”

“Yes.”

“You like it when I make you gag on my cock.”

“Yes.”

“You like it when I pull your hair.”

“Yes.”

“You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Say it.”

“I’m a dirty whore.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m a dirty whore.”

“Good,” he said. “Now, get ready because I’m gonna come in your pussy.”

“Yes,” she begged. “Please.”

He fucked her harder and faster, and I could tell he was getting close.

“I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “I’m gonna come in your tight little pussy.”

“Yes,” she pleaded. “Yes.”

“Here it comes,” he growled.

He thrust deep into her and exploded.

“Oh, god,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck.”

I watched as his cock pulsed inside her. He pumped her full of his cum, and then he collapsed on top of her.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “That was amazing.”

“Yes,” she panted.

He reached up and removed the blindfold.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” she replied.

They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“And how are you feeling?”

“Satisfied,” she said.

“Me, too.”

He rolled off her and lay beside her.

“You were great,” he said.

“Thanks,” she replied. “You were, too.”

They lay there, catching their breath.

“So, what do you think?” he asked. “Do you like being a cuckold’s wife?”

“Yes,” she said. “I love it.”

“Good,” he said. “Then we’ll keep doing it.”

“Okay.”

He leaned over and kissed her.

“I should go,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” she replied.

“I know,” he said. “But I think it’s best.”

“Okay.”

He sat up and put his clothes back on.

“See you later,” he said.

“See you later,” she replied.

He left the room, and I waited a few minutes before speaking.

“That was pretty intense,” I said.

“I know,” she replied. “But it was good, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I think we’re just getting started.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she said. “Very much.”

“Me, too,” I admitted.

“Great,” she said. “Then let’s do it again.”

“Okay.”

She grinned.

“And next time,” she said. “Let’s invite some of your friends.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she said. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “Let’s do it.”

Diary of a Cuckolded Husband,

The end

Diary of a Cuckolded Husband,

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