El mejor cornudo del mundo (1)

How are you community? The next saga of stories is directed to the public admirer of the Cuckold genre, or Cornudos. It's based on personal experiences, on my way to being the best cuck in the world. Search especially for the feelings of the cuck, but also of the hotwife, if possible. Second take. Episode 1. Hello! I hadn't decided to write anything for a long time. It must be because things stopped after the last story. But in literary pause, well, things kept happening. In scattered senses, without a clear direction, but happening. There were moments when we were going at 150 km/h and others when we felt like putting it in reverse, since we were registering fears, and didn't want to lose what was ours. One of those feelings of reverse gave itself when we met the bull who best fit the ideal. The fantasy of the cuckold came to me many years ago, when I accidentally saw a porn video where some blacks with giant cocks were submitting a blonde, while her husband or son watched, really in that moment I didn't understand the dialogue very well, so I didn't know how to differentiate what they said. But something became clear to me instantly. What an enviable position for the gentleman when he feels so oppressed, broken in his will to the point where the most significant woman in his life enjoyed two giant cocks on her face. The humiliation of that person excited me. I took possession of that fantasy and kept it hidden from my girlfriends of the time, because I didn't find a comfort worthy of the queen who needed it. Until I met her (A, from now on). She presented herself to me through one of those coincidences. Everything indicated that it was going to be just for some times, and then it would stay there. Until I had her in front of me. I fell deeply in love with her sensuality. Then came all her personality, her humor, her intelligence. Which made an incredible combo, everything I loved. During a time the fantasy didn't get stuck in my mind. I enjoyed the seduction mutual we had. She is a bomb, and our sex is really very good. Until her body started to feel like it needed more pleasure. That her desire was prepared for more. Then it was like stepping on a cutie. The fantasy exploded in my head again. Taking everything, I believed then. With this woman, I'll be the best cuck in the world. More than that guy who knelt down suffering while they took his blonde wife apart in 4. Every time I saw her naked at home, I thought about how other men could desire her, and how she could desire other guys. I loved going to the beach with her, always projecting movies in my mind where a group of guys would get together for a party and end up fucking all while I grilled, like a good cuck. I knew it. Then I proposed it. How everyone knows, at first it was expensive. She initially assumed she did it so I could be with other cuties, while I denied and argued to convince her to take the step. Until she talked to a friend. The moment I found out filled me with adrenaline. Already someone outside knew I was a cuck. And I think corny people will agree with me. We want to keep it discreet, but the idea of people pointing at us and saying cuck, laughing in our face because our woman enjoys other guys, sets us on fire. Just like we yearn for her to humiliate us more than she can with that idea. That conversation with her friend, where someone told her to take advantage of this unique opportunity, pushed her towards the void. She decided to jump into adrenaline and the pleasure of life Cuckold with me. For us corny people, there's no more wonderful feeling than your loved one saying yes to our horns. And it was the beginning of a beautiful path. It started contacting ex-boyfriends, meeting people at clubs, and even got her ex to order my whole mess when I arrived. ascent, we were turning into something that both of us wanted. I very manifestly, and she latently, as if asking for less permission to enjoy free sex. She like a dominant hotwife and I like a submissive cuck. The time of partials and exams was approaching and things cooled off as they should. I was dedicating myself to finding a candidate who would cover the necessary rubles to make her become everything I dreamed she would be. And it could have been, if I hadn't been scared. Although now I feel like Atlas is doing the work, but with regret on my shoulders. I found him on a sexual encounter page where I kept entering to see if I caught something. We talked a bit. He gave me good vibes and I decided to move to WhatsApp. He sent me a couple of photos that I re-sent to her. Automatically she asked for the potential bull's number. The chemistry generated practically instantly. They talked for a couple of days, exchanged photos. And I noticed she was already hot with the idea of screwing him all. Those days got me very hot while she yelled at me that I would be a tremendous cuck with the new bull's cock. She yelled his name while finishing and finished more than ever. I was in heaven. Until they confirmed a date. It was going to be in the afternoon, same hour I would be at a conference, at his house. It was clear I wouldn't participate. But I asked them both to please send me photos and videos. That they keep me present. Poor cuck, right? Begging my girlfriend's boyfriend to have me present. The next day's conference flew by. With the idea that the encounter time would arrive soon, I couldn't concentrate on almost anything being exposed. I was in a cloud. The encounter time arrived, she confirmed she was arriving to meet him. A little later, I got here well love. I'll write more later. There's no way to describe the speed of my heart and adrenaline. current and ascending to enjoy this more and more. I invite you to leave droplets of your imagination in the comments. This way we give each other ideas to enjoy this, and pass them on to the virtual ink. Thanks!!