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The Diary
by ChuckEpoo (no address provided)
***
This is the diary of a reluctant cuckold. (MMF, wife,
reluc, cuck)
***
The longer I live, the more I believe the old adage that
things are never what they seem. I am a generally easy
going kind of guy, and until recently seemed to have had
a fairly normal life. It appeared like I had it all. I
was at the pinnacle of success, with a great job, a
gorgeous wife, plenty of wealth, and a large home in the
suburbs. This is my account of how my perfect life came
tumbling down. But before I bring you up to present I
will go back six weeks ago.
It was February 2, 2014, and I was sitting in our home
office listening with much trepidation to the sound of
my wife of thirteen years, getting her brains fucked
out. I remember the pain I felt in my heart as I heard
the headboard banging against the wall, with such
ferocity the family photos shook.
Julie's voice was a series of unintelligible grunts and
moans, as he slammed her wanton cunt with a power I have
never given her. I felt humiliation that my love making
had only produced an occasional sigh or mumble of
satisfaction as she rolled off to sleep. They had been
going at this for over an hour and it seemed It was not
stopping any time soon.
That morning she had worked hard preparing herself for
her lover, primping, doing her hair, and carefully
applying her makeup. It seemed like she was getting
ready for the prom, not get fucked by a stranger. She
asked me to clean the house and spend extra time in our
bedroom. Well I had always thought of it as our bedroom,
but now I guess was to be their bedroom.
I had been sleeping in the guest room for over a week,
at his request. During her online chats with him, he had
told her to not have sex in any form until he showed up
on Saturday. She said this was only temporary. This
whole thing seemed like a fantasy gone wild. Not mine
but hers. She assured me this was a onetime thing.
Around noon, Julie had called out, "Mark, come up here.
I need your help."
"I will be right there. Just finishing up the laundry."
When I entered the bathroom she was sitting on the edge
of the tub naked with her legs spread. She handed me a
razor and shaving gel.
"Shave me! Jerome told me he likes bald pussy. Be
careful and don't forget to rub the oil on it when you
are done. I don't want a rash."
Obediently I did what she commanded, with mixed
feelings. I knew our life was forever going to change in
a few hours, and my gorgeous thirty two year old wife
was not going to be mine exclusively any longer, but for
some reason, I was excited, sporting a rock hard
erection. After I finished the shaving job, I recall
that Julie stood in front of the full length mirror
admiring herself.
She was a true beauty, with stunning natural shoulder
length strawberry blond hair, framing the face of an
angel. Her eyes were deep blue and lips were sensual,
with the applied red gloss. Julie always maintained her
body by running every morning, eating right and going to
the gym regularly. I loved her long legs and firm,
shapely round butt, but I think her most noticeable as
assets were her full, natural breasts and pert, pink
nipples.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked.
"You are truly beautiful. I love you."
"I love you too... Now go finish your chores!"
Her dominating mannerisms were something that started a
short time ago. It started with her saying she felt
poorly and needed my help around the house. I worked
long hours and she was the home maker but I agreed to
help. It was not like we are messy with just the two of
us, so it didn't seem unusual. However, it somehow
seemed to stick and I was now responsible for most of
the house care. Besides, I was rewarded at bed time, if
you get my drift.
About four thirty the door bell had rang. Julie asked me
to answer it. When I opened the door, standing in front
of me was a tall muscular black man, about six foot
four, in a snug fit t-shirt and jeans.
"Hi, I'm Jerome. I am a bit early but I couldn't wait to
get this evening started," he stated, extending his
hand. His grip was almost crushingly firm.
"Come in. Julie will be down in a minute. Can I get you
a drink?"
"A beer is fine."
"I'll be right down. You two get acquainted," Julie
shouted.
I led him into the living room nervously, thinking about
what was soon to transpire. He sat on the sofa and was
looking at our family album while I had gone to retrieve
the drinks.
I called out to Julie, "Would you like a drink dear?"
"A white wine with some 7-Up please... Be there in ten."
I brought the drinks, handed him a Bud Lite and set the
wine cooler on the coffee table. I sat opposite him, not
quite knowing what to say. After all, this man was about
to take everything I hold dear from me. My wife, my
marriage, and whatever dignity I had left.
"From what I understand from your wife, you're a first
time cucky?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"How are you feeling?"
The question was not one that I wanted to answer with a
stranger, especially one that was going to be fucking my
wife. So I just said, "Okay, I suppose."
"Okay? I am not new to this. You are anything but okay.
It is ripping you in half thinking that your wife wants
me to give her what you can't, a big black cock. You
feel helpless. You feel emasculated. You feel
humiliated, but you don't feel okay."
"Fuck you!"
"That's better. Show some passion. I know I will when I
shove in my big fat black cock up your wife's ass."
"So, what are you boys talking about?" Julie asked as
she walked down the stairs in a pink see through night
gown and high heels. I thought how she never dressed so
sexy for me.
"We were discussing how beautiful and sexy you are,"
replied Jerome, standing to greet her.
"Is that right, Marky? Is that what you were talking
about?"
"Not exactly," I said flushed with anger.
Julie walked up to Jerome and he kissed her with a
lingering kiss. He was cupping her butt cheeks and
tonguing her deep. I was getting angrier as the moments
passed and she saw that. What kind of sadistic game was
she playing? Then, like rubbing salt into the wound, she
pulled back and said, "I want you to see a real man's
cock. Take off your clothes, Marky, so we can compare
you to a man sized prick.
"No! I don't want to!"
"Do it, now!" she commanded.
I reluctantly unbuttoned my shirt with trembling
fingers, and folded it neatly placing it on the back of
the couch.
"Hurry the fuck up, Marky! We don't have all day," she
ordered.
I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my
fly and stepped out of my trousers. Impatiently, she
pulled down my boxers. I wanted to act uninterested but
my hard erection betrayed me. So I stood there proudly
while she went to Jerome.
Julie unzipped his large bulge and pulled out the most
humongous cock I had ever seen. It was like a big black
snake with huge head and veins popping out. I couldn't
believe she was actually going to be fucked by that. It
would be like giving birth. She stroked it, and it grew
even bigger in her hand.
"Come here, Marky, and feel how big it is."
"No!"
"Come over and feel it! If you don't you won't get your
cock sucked later. Be a good boy."
"No!" I said emphatically, trying to retain at least a
sliver of self respect.
"Your choice, bad boy. Nothing for you later. We are
going to our bedroom. Don't bother us," Julie commanded,
leading Jerome up the stairs. He grinned back at me with
a sarcastic smile.
So there I was, sitting in the office trying to piece
together how this all transpired. This was never
something I fantasized about, or sought out. I was happy
with my life. I was a professional architect that had
just made partner in my firm. I had a beautiful home,
and an even more beautiful wife I loved, and would do
anything for. That was my weakness, love. I turned on
Julie's lap top. Never once had poked into her business,
but I wanted some answers. I remember as her computer
booted up I heard them starting up again.
"Oh god, fuck me! Fuck me!" Julie screamed.
Bang, bang, bang, I heard as the bed again slammed
against the wall. That infuriated me. I never thought of
myself as an ineffectual lover. I don't have a little
cock, at seven and a half inches. I work out and play
racquetball to stay fit. I realized that we had been
married a while, and sex had dropped off to a couple
times a week, but don't most couples struggle a bit in
this area?
The computer had finished the boot was up and was
running. I perused the desk top. The icons seemed to be
the normal ones of word processor, photo editors,
quicken, and a menu program. I don't remember why but I
clicked on the icon that said My Menus. When it opened
it there was a series of file folders, most with food
dish names.
However, there was one that said My Diary. I clicked on
it and a password security popped up. I thought it made
sense a private diary would have a password. I had never
once violated Julie's privacy but In desperation for
answers I tried a few words. They failed.
"Marky! Bring us something to drink," Julie shouted.
I thought how this had gone far enough, but I made Julie
another wine cooler in a tall glass and grabbed another
beer for her lover. I tapped on the door and was told to
come in. When I entered the bedroom I almost dropped the
drinks. He was on his back and she was in a reverse cow
girl position. His giant cock was thrusting in and out
like a piston with a squishy sound at each stroke.
"Put the drinks on the nightstand and watch how a real
man fucks me."
She lifted her hips and he showed his expertise by
slamming his monster cock into her cunt at a rapid pace.
Julie gasped at each thrust with their skin slapping,
like clapping your hands.
"Pay attention! This is how a real man fucks," Julie
taunted.
This was enough. I had no interest watching my wife
being pounded like a whore. It was like being stabbed in
the heart. I put the drinks down on the nightstand and
immediately left, shutting the door behind me.
"Don't forget to feed Penny and give her some water,"
she shouted through the door.
"Feed her fucking cat too? Bitch!" I thought to myself.
"Hmmm."
I went back to the computer and typed p-e-n-n-y into the
password box. The program opened. "Gotcha," I thought. I
was in her diary. It was organized by date going back to
1999. I searched several entries like the day we met,
our engagement, and wedding.
-oOo-
March 23, 2001. Mark Thomas: Went with Cathy tonight to
the Bandar. Met this kind of dorky guy named Mark. Not
my type but Cathy says he comes from real money. I am
graduating high school and not going to work some
fucking retail job the rest of my life. I still hold my
V card and will gladly trade it for a life time meal
ticket. He asked me to go on a date. Dinner and movie.
How original. Gezzz.
March 30, 2001. Dorks Ville: Mark picked me up at six in
his Chevy Nova. Plain car suits him. I couldn't believe
he took me to Carrows. I guess that means he is frugal.
He explained he is on a budget and is trying to make
ends meet. He just graduated from college and is trying
to establish himself.
That all is a crock. He's just another tight ass. Mark
told me that he is attracted to me. Of course he would
be. I am hot and he's not. Held my hand in the movies.
Clammy and sweaty. The movie was great, Harry Potter.
Daniel Radcliffe kinda looks like Mark. Lol. He fumbled
around and finally went for a kiss. (Gag) Popcorn
breath."
June 30, 2001. E-day: We have dated three months and he
finally took the hint and offered me a ring. Not a
moment too early. My mom expects me to get a job now
that I am graduated. Barely graduated, guess they
graduate anyone. Lol. I only had a 1.5 GPA. I told Mark
I had graduated with honors. He will believe anything. I
deserved an acting award when I blustered at his offer
of marriage and almost swooned.
The only surprise here was the cheap ass bought me a
half carat diamond. I thought he was good for at least a
whole carat. It is so cute the way he told me all the
reasons he loves me. I can't think, of any myself so I
just said, me too.
November 9, 2001. V-day: Well I am now Mrs. Thomas. The
wedding was so beautiful and totally paid for by his
folks. They spared no expense. Band, catered food, a
paid for honeymoon to Hawaii, a new car, and a sizeable
down payment for a house. Fucking awesome!
Cathy was right. He comes from money. Gave up my V card
tonight. No big whoop. Hurt a little but I have to say
Mark is gentle and loving. He took his time and it
wasn't bad at all. The morning was better. We fucked
till it was time to check out. I found something Mark
can do well. I am happy he loves me so much. His mom
hates me. I can sense it. She thinks I'm a gold digger.
Maybe the shovel tipped her off. Lmao.
-oOo-
After reading several more entries, mostly just rambling
about nothing and demeaning me, I was seething with
anger. "That fucking bitch!" I screamed in my mind. Then
I came on a separate file. Just when I was about to open
it, I heard Julie call out again.
"Marky! Come up here now! I have a job for you."
My uncontrollable anger led the way as I made my way up
stairs. This whole thing confused me greatly as I
pondered what had transpired to this point and what I
had read in her journal. Never in my life had I felt
this much rage, but instead of leaving, there I was
doing what I was instructed. When I opened the bedroom
door, there was Julie, spread on the bed with cum
pouring out her gaping pussy.
"Come here and clean me up!" she ordered.
I went toward the bathroom to get a towel.
"Not with a towel, stupid! With your tongue, just like
you were taught."
"But... that was my cum. This is..."
"Shut up! Get over here, cucky," she shouted forcibly
and Jerome smirked at me.
Totally humiliated I obeyed, but not sure why. I was
disgusted with this whole scenario. However, again my
erection was betraying my emotions. I laid on the bed
and slowly crawled toward her oozing twat.
"Clean the master first!"
"What! No fucking way!"
Jerome slid over holding his cum covered cock in my
face. I had never in my life entertained a thought of
touching another man's penis. He slapped it against my
cheek and lips. I could taste the saltiness, and it was
not unlike my own. As I reluctantly licked the head, it
swelled with my touch. He grabbed the back of my head
and forced his meat into my mouth. I succumbed to this
face fucking but I was gagging as he forced it down
deeper.
"Suck it, bitch boy!" Jerome instructed, as he held my
hair pumping my head back and forth, thrusting till his
massive cock hit the back of my throat. I thought I
would puke. It was so thick it barely fit into my mouth.
"That's enough. Clean the bitch," he commanded.
Her pussy was overflowing with thick white cum, pouring
out and trickling between her cheeks. I licked her pussy
like I did after we made love. First, I sucked up the
external spunk and then thrust my tongue deep into her
well fucked cavity. We have been doing this a year now
and I know it gives her much pleasure.
Every time we had sex she had me lick out my cum giving
her an intense orgasm. However, this was different. It
was another man's seed. I did my best in these
circumstances. Then, I felt Jerome crawling over me with
his balls dragging over my head, trying to claim his
prize. I pulled away as his giant erection plunged into
Julie's wanton cunt.
I left the room closing the door behind me. None of this
made sense, I thought. It was not who I am. I desired
none of this. I couldn't recognize myself.
Back at the computer, I explored further. It was
shocking to read the comments Julie made of me. It was
so demeaning to read how she had no respect for me at
all. I felt so used. How could I love and dedicate my
life to a person that had disdained me so? However, what
I feeling at that point was nothing like the anguish I
would feel when I opened a separate folder called,
Instruction. It was entered almost a year ago. I was
almost in shock when I read the entry.
-oOo-
December 2, 2013: Met with Cathy today and told her how
boring my sex life had become. I asked her how she and
Paul always were so happy together. She shocked me when
she said that it was simple, she fucked who ever she
wanted with Paul's consent. Cathy said that she was like
I was with a boring life and an even more boring
husband. Then she came across this article and said it
changed her life.
How to Cuckold Your Husband Chapter 1: "Turning your
husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding
things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband
will be completely submissive. He will satisfy all your
sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your
life, allow you to sleep with whomever you wish, subject
himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of
course, love you unconditionally.
But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most
challenging things you ever do. The process is long,
complicated, energy consuming, and by no means sure of
success. The strain on your marriage will be
unbelievable, it may be months before you succeed. In
the end it will be worth it. Remember, this is not about
finding a cuckold but making a cuckold. This is behavior
modification at its finest."
-oOo-
My mouth dropped open in udder unbelief at what I was
reading, and it would only get worse as I read on.
"Hopefully this will help educate women on how to begin
the wonderful journey of female domination and to
hopefully relieve some of the apprehension that might
prevent a woman from ever trying. After reading this it
will be clearer that cuckolding your husband is not as
hard as it seems, and that accomplishing this feat is
more possible than you thought.
The most common reason a women doesn't cuckold her
husband is that she thinks he'll never go for it - that
he's not the type. This is such a myth that it must be
dispelled immediately. Many cuckolds begin as ordinary
husbands. Your husband may even be as manly as men come,
but don't worry, cuckolding is often a just a matter of
helping your hubby discover his submissive side. Take
heart in the fact that underneath all his machismo and
pride, there is a cock loving wimp that is begging you
to force him to do all sorts of nasty things."
My anger grew as I read. I was pissed beyond
comprehension. I had honored every vow I made when we
were married. It was apparent to me that all I was to
her was this big cash cow. She planned from the outset
to use me, and my love for her. Then if I was not
infuriated enough, I read on:
"Train Yourself First"
"You must also train yourself to be sexually
independent. If you want to control your husband you
need to not need his penis. In the future you will need
to deny your husband the pleasures of your body and this
will be only possible if you are strong enough to
abstain from sex. Sex between you and your hubby is
probably pretty vanilla anyway if you're thinking about
cuckolding him, so it shouldn't be too hard. Masturbate
often. Splurge on vibrators, dildos, lotions, clothing,
and pornography. Have fun! Visit your local sex shop and
ask for ideas.
You may also want to think about buying toys that, after
using on yourself, you can also use on your husband once
he's properly trained. The key is whenever you really
have the urge for a fucking, train yourself to seek
satisfaction from a source other than your husband. For
example, when you're horny, take out your vibrator."
December 9, 2013: This has been easier than I thought. I
already dress sexy so I just stepped it up a notch by
not wearing a bra and panties. It is so hot the way men
stare at me. I followed the plan and made Mark eat my
pussy after he fucked me. He was like yuck at first but
did it when I asked him, because I said it really got me
off.
I am in phase two now and am denying him intercourse. I
think this is harder on me than him. I love fucking.
Toys don't satisfy me at all. I need the real thing. The
instructions said to feminize his name, so I call him
Marky instead of Mark. It is amazing how this is all
working better than I ever thought it would.
December 16, 2013: Met Cathy at the mall Christmas
shopping. We had lunch at the boutique patio and I told
her that I started the program, but was at a road block
now because I cut off Mark from sex, except for giving
him a blow job as a reward for doing what I asked.
She seemed pleased to hear he was now doing the mundane
house chores for me. But I said it was hard not fucking.
I told her I am not into toys. Then she got a big smile
on her face, pulled out her phone and made a quick call.
She told me that she had a solution, but I had to wait a
few minutes. In fifteen to twenty minutes a large negro
man approached us grinning at Cathy. He walked up to
her, kissed her on the mouth, and then sat down with us.
She introduced him as Jerome.
I offered my hand and he kissed it. So sweet. She said
he was her bull and was hung like one too. Then Cathy
cut to the chase and explained to him I was having a
hard time with the abstinence phase cuckolding my
husband. He offered to service me also, as casual as
someone offering to do yard work. I was shocked when he
took my hand under the table and placed it on the bulge
in his loose fitting trousers.
I couldn't believe it was real. Cathy assured me it was.
We left the mall and went directly to her place where we
all got naked and fooled around that whole afternoon. He
is fucking huge! It took a while for him to get it in me
but was incredible when he did. I must have had four
orgasms.
-oOo-
As I read more entries I saw there were many more
encounters with Jerome. She had lied to me saying this
was their first encounter. In fact, she had lied to me
since I met her about everything. Julie had never loved
me and this whole marriage was a sham from the
beginning. Her diary theme was about how she had no
respect for me in any way. This whole cuckold thing was
her manipulating me into something I am not. I had
enough.
I had an idea. I took my Nixon DSLR off the table and
went back to the bedroom and tapped on the door.
"I told you not to disturb us," Julie stated.
"I brought the camera and thought you might want some
pictures and video."
"Okay, but don't bother us."
When I went in she was on all fours, and he was deep in
her ass. I quietly went to the front of them clicking
photos as I went. Their faces were wracked in pleasure.
I switched to video, and caught the action of her
breasts swaying, as he violently hammered her.
"Oh god, fuck my ass! Give me that black cock! Fuck me!
Fuck me!"
The bed was rocking like a boat with his thrusts. I
switched back to photo. Jerome looked like he was ready,
and I shot the action from behind. He was coming and his
cock was coated with cum. Each stroke there was a
squishy sound. I shot several rapid shots, trying to
record the event. Cream was pouring out around his
massive cock. Julie fell forward and he collapsed on
top.
"Enough of that, cucky. Get us more to drink," Jerome
commanded.
"Yes, master," I said, playing the part.
I went to kitchen and made the drinks, a wine cooler for
Julie and a light beer for Jerome. It was late and when
I dropped off the drinks to the lovers, I saw they were
both sound asleep. Quietly I got dressed and went back
to the computer. But this time instead of reading her
entries I made one of my own.
February 2, 2014:
Julie,
By the time you wake up and discover this entry, I will
have been long gone. I truly enjoyed your diary. Very
informative, to say the least. I will have filed for
divorce, closed out the bank accounts, credit cards and
cut off your cell phone. Good luck with your new job, I
understand Penny's is hiring. Don't bother about suing
for alimony because those papers my parents had you sign
at the wedding, the ones you were too lazy to read, were
actually prenuptial agreements. You get... nothing!
Now about Jerome, well actually Andrew, he will be
facing his wife. You see he was stupid enough to leave
his trousers on the living room floor. Looking at his
driver's license it says, "Andrew Peterson, age 34,
Married." Thanks for posing for me, I posted the
pictures on both your Facebook pages. Then dropped off a
CD of the pictures and video at Andrew's house.
Depending on if his wife has picked up the mail yet, he
better rush home.
BTW. I would suggest the next time you password protect
your diary, you use something other than your cat's
name. I would suggest something like, imafuckingwhore.
Good bye,
Mark (Formally Marky)
***
Well, that's my tale. I went by the house this afternoon
and Julie had cleared out her things. I have not heard
from her in the six weeks since I left, and don't expect
to. I really don't have a clue what my future might
hold, but it won't include cuckolding. I have learned
many lessons through this, one of them is that things
are never exactly the way they seem.
The end. Not to be continued.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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