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Today I want to tell you about our beginnings with horns. We want, through these stories, to share with you a little of the different sensations we've been living through all these years. By Nico.
Our adventure begins over there in 2019, in the pre-pandemic world. I was always very masturbatory since I was little. I remember my first touches, any photo of a woman in underwear would unfold a mess of fantasies. And don't even tell me when I discovered my first orgasm, it became my favorite game, already by then, I always consumed a lot of porn. Like all the guys, we visited a porn page and went jumping from video to video, looking for that special feeling, the neurons that produce when we're about to cum, that moment before cum that guys treasure so much and try to stretch without diluting. It doesn't matter if we earn a headache, no.
In that process of jumping from video to video, I discovered by mere chance what for me was an unknown world, but which turned out to be love for life, without possibility of divorce, Yes, there I met the Cuckold. For the unprepared and novice readers, the Cuckold is a dynamic in sexuality (or a lifestyle), where the male partner of a heterosexual couple feels pleasure when seeing, hearing, witnessing, or simply imagining his partner with another man.
We'll agree that there's a strong submissive component to this dynamic, as if us cuckolds get excited by the idea that there are better men than ourselves, and that life manifests it just in our face or behind our backs.
A fabulous video appeared, where Ava Dalush fucks James Dean (I think that's his name) right in front of her supposed boyfriend's horny and loving gaze. The cutie's faces, the way she enjoyed the screwing they were giving her, and how she communicated it to her boyfriend with gestures, made me come. I realized that this dynamic blew my lid off. I don't know if I was able to connect with my girlfriends without that subtext always pushing from below, although I made a titanic effort.
Several girlfriends passed who didn't even open the door of curiosity for me to explore those sensations. Until I met Pauli. From the first day, I knew she was different, that she had another openness to sexuality, and that she could propose this type of fantasies. I remember that already in the first dates, when one is making an effort to be the best candidate, I told her I didn't conceive infidelity in the same way as most people, but rather believed everything was conversable. At first, she was half-disoriented, but it seems my arguments were very convincing, since she became captivated by my open-minded state.
It wasn't the same until several years later, when in a moment of passion I dared to propose that I would love to see her with others. Don't think she agreed easily, without problems. Just as the world had taught her, the first thing she thought was that I was proposing this for future possibilities of being with other women. Poor innocent! How could I? She went through a lot of talk, a lot of waiting time, a lot of patience, until she started to realize that as a male alpha I was harmless, and it took her interest in the idea of starting to unwind.
After that, came the time to choose with whom. A very important step in the cuck process. Validating, in some way, the first guy who's going to get your wife, but not behind your back, rather in front of you.
As with any process, it takes time and has advances and setbacks. We searched for different encounter pages, coming across a thousand candidates. Most had a very basic approach that didn't heat up Pauli. One starts calculating a bit about the representation of gender we leave on those places, and leaves much to be desired. It plays a lack of ability to elaborate two or three interesting sentences for a woman, leaving us like gender. It were months of hellos alone, and your wife's pussy is yummy without anything more interesting. But luckily, there are types who deserve to get their hands on your wife's: pussy. Types that from the beginning knew they were better than you in everything. And among them was Martin.
I wanted to find the best for her. And Martin promised a lot. He was a dude slightly younger than us, with very good expression ability, accompanied by the possibility of setting up imaginary scenarios and transferring them to a couple, making it feel like there's a thick aura of hot air around us all day. He lived alone, she had him pretty clear, he was nice, respectful, experienced, and had a cock of a size that wasn't at all despicable, fat, veiny, with a head worthy of Pauli's lips.
From the conversation I had with him, I knew it would please her. And I didn't mistake.
I barely shared their mutual contacts and they started chatting between them; I noticed the emotion in her. She already liked him. The fight began inside my head between my masculinity and the world of my darkest desires.
For hours she was on the phone, in different parts of the house, with a constant mischievous smile painted on her face. At times, the fear of committing the worst mistake and handing her over to another man for good would approach me violently, but she took care of dispelling it with concrete actions full of love.
I managed to make myself feel very secure that I didn't need another partner; I just wanted to feel and enjoy other chicks.
What I thought was going to take a week or more to happen happened in less than 24 hours. After only one afternoon/night of exchanges, they got so hot for each other that they confirmed a meeting for the next day's afternoon. At which point I would be working at the office. Any intention of mine to participate in the event was therefore ruled out.
My darkest desires hit my masculinity right on the chin, making me understand that maybe this way was the best for her to feel calm and allow herself to enjoy that time fully.
I asked for favor to Pauli that she not leave me out. I knew I could get a little jealous during the process of my first horns. So, I wanted her to have me in mind as much as possible during the encounter. And luckily, how couldn't she do less than that, it was like that.
That afternoon, I was working, as I could. Luckily, I didn't have too many tasks, nor any too complex that could put me in a bind. Less good! With the level of anxiety I managed, I would have ended up fired, surely.
During the day, I was exchanging conversations with Pauli and Martin separately. She was very anxious, with many desires and very funny about what she was going to live. He, on the other hand, was more relaxed, but with many desires to grab my girlfriend, according to him. He had a way of talking very morbidly, with much play that made me sweat abundantly. She's very slutty, and I love it, he wrote to me at one point. And it made my head spin. The person I most cherished in the world, seen as a slut to dominate and break her.
I remember that the night before she told me she was sharpening her cock for him to give her much cum the next day. Imagine that, my girlfriend was going to enter there being a person, and was going to leave being another. That's sure.
After lunch, I couldn't concentrate on work anymore, I was doing it like I was working and completely paying attention to what my phone might tell me.
It had been a while since she had warned me that she had arrived at her apartment, and that she had brought some good flowers to smoke, and that he had bought a beer to drink. They were getting acquainted.
The video that arrived on my cell several minutes later indicated that the time of getting acquainted had already ended. Martin, completely naked, lying on the bed, with his cock in the air, was pointing my girlfriend's phone directly at Pauli, who was already topless, wearing a thong, devouring my new owner's cock like a lioness to an antelope. She was putting her head in and out. fat and juicy mouth, and she would run with her tongue the entire length of that hard, erect, bloody, and cum-filled cock. Pauli told me later that after sucking his cock for a nice long time, he threw her onto the bed, ripped off her panties, and ate her pussy until it made her tremble. He said he had never eaten her pussy like that before. That she needed to learn how he did it because it had delighted him. He said that after seeing her tremble and revel in the feat of having her so for him, all surrendered, with her pussy full of saliva, he sat on the edge of the bed and she immediately understood what the game demanded. She got on top of him to feel his cock inside her for the first time. It seems she held onto him tightly and slowly but deeply, and that it felt so good that his brain had to wait until he finished twice before remembering me, and then deciding to make a video that I would receive with pleasure and rage in my office bathroom. It was beautiful what was happening, her at four o'clock on any afternoon, coreandoming with an unknown one, while I watched it all from afar at work. The next video I received was sent by him from his cell phone. Pauli, completely naked, standing against the wall, with her Booty rhythmically hitting Martin's pelvis. The video lasted only 12 seconds, and Pauli said it was because he couldn't hold back the heat and came all inside her. Pauli told me that after the sex they had a very entertaining conversation, both of them in balls, where they smoked another little bit, and when she wanted to realize it, she was already tempted again to suck his cock, and gave him some more. In total, Martin said he finished three times, and one of them was in my beautiful queen's mouth. They lost count of how many times he made her cum, but they were sure of two things: I had never made her cum like that before, and that it wouldn't be the last time that He make her come. That was the first time Pauli gave me horns.If you liked it, leave points and comments, and encourage me to keep telling you our stories.
Today I want to tell you about our beginnings with horns. We want, through these stories, to share with you a little of the different sensations we've been living through all these years. By Nico.
Our adventure begins over there in 2019, in the pre-pandemic world. I was always very masturbatory since I was little. I remember my first touches, any photo of a woman in underwear would unfold a mess of fantasies. And don't even tell me when I discovered my first orgasm, it became my favorite game, already by then, I always consumed a lot of porn. Like all the guys, we visited a porn page and went jumping from video to video, looking for that special feeling, the neurons that produce when we're about to cum, that moment before cum that guys treasure so much and try to stretch without diluting. It doesn't matter if we earn a headache, no.
In that process of jumping from video to video, I discovered by mere chance what for me was an unknown world, but which turned out to be love for life, without possibility of divorce, Yes, there I met the Cuckold. For the unprepared and novice readers, the Cuckold is a dynamic in sexuality (or a lifestyle), where the male partner of a heterosexual couple feels pleasure when seeing, hearing, witnessing, or simply imagining his partner with another man.
We'll agree that there's a strong submissive component to this dynamic, as if us cuckolds get excited by the idea that there are better men than ourselves, and that life manifests it just in our face or behind our backs.
A fabulous video appeared, where Ava Dalush fucks James Dean (I think that's his name) right in front of her supposed boyfriend's horny and loving gaze. The cutie's faces, the way she enjoyed the screwing they were giving her, and how she communicated it to her boyfriend with gestures, made me come. I realized that this dynamic blew my lid off. I don't know if I was able to connect with my girlfriends without that subtext always pushing from below, although I made a titanic effort.
Several girlfriends passed who didn't even open the door of curiosity for me to explore those sensations. Until I met Pauli. From the first day, I knew she was different, that she had another openness to sexuality, and that she could propose this type of fantasies. I remember that already in the first dates, when one is making an effort to be the best candidate, I told her I didn't conceive infidelity in the same way as most people, but rather believed everything was conversable. At first, she was half-disoriented, but it seems my arguments were very convincing, since she became captivated by my open-minded state.
It wasn't the same until several years later, when in a moment of passion I dared to propose that I would love to see her with others. Don't think she agreed easily, without problems. Just as the world had taught her, the first thing she thought was that I was proposing this for future possibilities of being with other women. Poor innocent! How could I? She went through a lot of talk, a lot of waiting time, a lot of patience, until she started to realize that as a male alpha I was harmless, and it took her interest in the idea of starting to unwind.
After that, came the time to choose with whom. A very important step in the cuck process. Validating, in some way, the first guy who's going to get your wife, but not behind your back, rather in front of you.
As with any process, it takes time and has advances and setbacks. We searched for different encounter pages, coming across a thousand candidates. Most had a very basic approach that didn't heat up Pauli. One starts calculating a bit about the representation of gender we leave on those places, and leaves much to be desired. It plays a lack of ability to elaborate two or three interesting sentences for a woman, leaving us like gender. It were months of hellos alone, and your wife's pussy is yummy without anything more interesting. But luckily, there are types who deserve to get their hands on your wife's: pussy. Types that from the beginning knew they were better than you in everything. And among them was Martin.
I wanted to find the best for her. And Martin promised a lot. He was a dude slightly younger than us, with very good expression ability, accompanied by the possibility of setting up imaginary scenarios and transferring them to a couple, making it feel like there's a thick aura of hot air around us all day. He lived alone, she had him pretty clear, he was nice, respectful, experienced, and had a cock of a size that wasn't at all despicable, fat, veiny, with a head worthy of Pauli's lips.
From the conversation I had with him, I knew it would please her. And I didn't mistake.
I barely shared their mutual contacts and they started chatting between them; I noticed the emotion in her. She already liked him. The fight began inside my head between my masculinity and the world of my darkest desires.
For hours she was on the phone, in different parts of the house, with a constant mischievous smile painted on her face. At times, the fear of committing the worst mistake and handing her over to another man for good would approach me violently, but she took care of dispelling it with concrete actions full of love.
I managed to make myself feel very secure that I didn't need another partner; I just wanted to feel and enjoy other chicks.
What I thought was going to take a week or more to happen happened in less than 24 hours. After only one afternoon/night of exchanges, they got so hot for each other that they confirmed a meeting for the next day's afternoon. At which point I would be working at the office. Any intention of mine to participate in the event was therefore ruled out.
My darkest desires hit my masculinity right on the chin, making me understand that maybe this way was the best for her to feel calm and allow herself to enjoy that time fully.
I asked for favor to Pauli that she not leave me out. I knew I could get a little jealous during the process of my first horns. So, I wanted her to have me in mind as much as possible during the encounter. And luckily, how couldn't she do less than that, it was like that.
That afternoon, I was working, as I could. Luckily, I didn't have too many tasks, nor any too complex that could put me in a bind. Less good! With the level of anxiety I managed, I would have ended up fired, surely.
During the day, I was exchanging conversations with Pauli and Martin separately. She was very anxious, with many desires and very funny about what she was going to live. He, on the other hand, was more relaxed, but with many desires to grab my girlfriend, according to him. He had a way of talking very morbidly, with much play that made me sweat abundantly. She's very slutty, and I love it, he wrote to me at one point. And it made my head spin. The person I most cherished in the world, seen as a slut to dominate and break her.
I remember that the night before she told me she was sharpening her cock for him to give her much cum the next day. Imagine that, my girlfriend was going to enter there being a person, and was going to leave being another. That's sure.
After lunch, I couldn't concentrate on work anymore, I was doing it like I was working and completely paying attention to what my phone might tell me.
It had been a while since she had warned me that she had arrived at her apartment, and that she had brought some good flowers to smoke, and that he had bought a beer to drink. They were getting acquainted.
The video that arrived on my cell several minutes later indicated that the time of getting acquainted had already ended. Martin, completely naked, lying on the bed, with his cock in the air, was pointing my girlfriend's phone directly at Pauli, who was already topless, wearing a thong, devouring my new owner's cock like a lioness to an antelope. She was putting her head in and out. fat and juicy mouth, and she would run with her tongue the entire length of that hard, erect, bloody, and cum-filled cock. Pauli told me later that after sucking his cock for a nice long time, he threw her onto the bed, ripped off her panties, and ate her pussy until it made her tremble. He said he had never eaten her pussy like that before. That she needed to learn how he did it because it had delighted him. He said that after seeing her tremble and revel in the feat of having her so for him, all surrendered, with her pussy full of saliva, he sat on the edge of the bed and she immediately understood what the game demanded. She got on top of him to feel his cock inside her for the first time. It seems she held onto him tightly and slowly but deeply, and that it felt so good that his brain had to wait until he finished twice before remembering me, and then deciding to make a video that I would receive with pleasure and rage in my office bathroom. It was beautiful what was happening, her at four o'clock on any afternoon, coreandoming with an unknown one, while I watched it all from afar at work. The next video I received was sent by him from his cell phone. Pauli, completely naked, standing against the wall, with her Booty rhythmically hitting Martin's pelvis. The video lasted only 12 seconds, and Pauli said it was because he couldn't hold back the heat and came all inside her. Pauli told me that after the sex they had a very entertaining conversation, both of them in balls, where they smoked another little bit, and when she wanted to realize it, she was already tempted again to suck his cock, and gave him some more. In total, Martin said he finished three times, and one of them was in my beautiful queen's mouth. They lost count of how many times he made her cum, but they were sure of two things: I had never made her cum like that before, and that it wouldn't be the last time that He make her come. That was the first time Pauli gave me horns.If you liked it, leave points and comments, and encourage me to keep telling you our stories.
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