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She demands it very often—your wife’s favorite way of having sex with you is to get you to perform oral sex on her. When you see her slipping out of her stockings, you know she wants you to do it. You find it slightly humbling, but you also enjoy it, and you do it eagerly. Then, one day, as she was about to come, she whispered, “Honey, would you like Mike to know that you go down on me after I have bareback sex with him?” Cunnilingus still is your wife's preferred way of having sex with you—though she knows it may be fairly humbling for you.

Images and presentation style by Elle_et_eux. @elle-et-eux.

Images and presentation style by Elle_et_eux. @elle-et-eux.

Honey, when a married woman entertains her lover at home, the cuckold husband must always be there for whatever he’s needed for—but also be invisible like a servant. It’s exactly what I expect from you.

I'm really happy you told my husband that after being introduced to me, you wanted to stay for at least a couple of weeks—not just have dinner with us. He seemed quite bothered, but he finally agreed. Anyway, this week he'll be most of the time away, at work. Next week he'll be thousands of miles away on a business trip—so he has left me alone to attend to all the needs and wishes you might have, and I'll be very pleased to take care of them to your entire satisfaction.

Honey, I really loved it—he's so well-endowed! You enjoyed watching too—even though it wasn't very big, the bulge in your pants made it clear you were rock hard. I want us to do this again at least once a week—don't say no, I know it turns you on to see me with a man who's better endowed than you.

There is always a moment you yield, and it’s no longer possible to turn back. Your wife wanted you to go down on her; she didn’t want you to use that she had just had sex with her lover as an excuse—she wanted you to obey, kneel, and do it. It took you about half an hour of humble submission to her impelling demands to establish what was going to be your new role in your marriage.

The whole time your wife is getting ready to go out on a date, you’re in a constant emotional whirlwind—you love, desire, and miss her, and you’re afraid of losing her. The moment she says, “See you later, honey,” your anguish reaches its peak—and you wait and wait for her to come back. This time you’re many miles away from home; you weren’t there when she got dressed for her date, but she sent you a photo of herself about to leave—so you’d know she’d be away from you for a while with her lover.

Honey, you've already driven me to my lover's apartment building so many times. Don't you think it's about time you went up to say hello to him? You might be afraid that the man for whom I’ve been naked countless times—and who has come inside me just as many times—will look at you with contempt, but he’ll also have you standing right in front of him: the husband I always come back to for an utterly important reason—because I love him.

You panicked. Not only was your wife with another man, but he was looking at you with an unmistakable expression of arrogance and disdain. You’d known him for a long time, and you knew of his ability to feign and manipulate—and that he’d be willing to use those skills to seduce her. He would rejoice in taking her from you. Your concerns about the size of your penis and your tendency to finish too quickly didn’t help your self-confidence. You pleaded with her, “My love, please, anyone but him,” and she replied fondly and warmly, “Honey, could it be your best friend?” You even felt relieved when you first heard her moan intensely during the first orgasm she had with your friend. It might still hurt, but it was a small sacrifice in exchange for keeping the woman you love.