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In sex, foreplay is vital. Your wife’s just-fucked pussy is in full view for you, but she keeps teasing you to make you long for it more and more. She wants you to crave it madly, to the point where if she asked you if you want to lick her lover’s cum, you would beg her to allow you to do it.

At times, your wife gets turned on while she is getting ready to go see her lover. Just by seeing the expression on her face as she walks toward you, you already know you have to lie down on the floor of the walk-in closet so she can straddle your face while you lick her pussy. You also know you’ll have to do it later, when she comes back from her lover’s place, freshly fucked—you two will be in the same position, but you'll be on the bed. If there’s one thing you are, it’s the most obedient cuckold.

You walked in on your wife in the kitchen wearing just a bra and panties, and she started to act half-shyly and half-teasingly when she noticed that you were feasting your eyes on her. Allowing you to admire her so openly was perhaps beyond the unspoken pact to let you watch every time she’s getting ready to meet her lover. Finally, she said, “Naughty boy! I shouldn’t do it, but I'm in an extraordinarily good mood today. You can kiss my thighs softly, very softly, while I have my coffee. I might even allow you something more afterward.”

You didn’t clearly understand what your wife meant exactly when she said, “Of course you can come with me to the party, but you will be invited to leave by the hostesses if they think you are disrespecting me.” The man who started to chat with her acted as if you weren’t even there. After some minutes they were even making out a few feet away from you. When she told you, “Mark and I are going to one of the upstairs rooms for a while,” you got a clear idea of what your wife had meant by being disrespectful to her. One of the hostesses told you, “You have passed the first test. I bet it won’t be long before you even ask her to allow you to watch.”

Your wife called you to say she had to work late and would be home in about ten minutes. She went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup before leaving and ended up coming home two hours later with another load of semen inside her womb. She didn't give you any explanation, and you didn't dare ask for one.

Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed that your wife had allowed your boss a full display of her charms—and you were almost completely sure that she had done it on purpose and that she wanted you to witness it. It was worse when he said, "Your wife is the secretary I have always wanted. I'm utterly grateful to you for asking me—very insistently, I must say—to hire her. I wanted to tell you that I plan to take her with me on some business trips—she is enthusiastic about it; I hope you are okay with it too." When you agreed, you felt as if you had just asked him to fully enjoy what she had blatantly displayed in front of him—and, in fact, you had.

For how long had your wife been cheating on you with your best friend? FOR HOW LONG HAD SHE KNOWN THAT YOU WOULD MAKE A GOOD CUCKOLD? You were at home two hours earlier than expected and began your new entire life as a consenting cuckold.

How many of your wife’s coworkers saw your wife leaving her boss's office? How many others were told about it? Not rarely, you join them for after-work drinks—how many of them know that you are a cuckold? When they see you, your wife, and her boss chatting animatedly, do you think they're wondering if you know he's cuckolding you? Do they think you’re a chum who allows himself to be cuckolded?