A Better Man Than I

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My wife Shannon has been cuckolding me for many years. She has had many different lovers of different shapes sizes races and genders. Some may be wondering how and why any husband would want to be in a marriage like this. Well because Shannon understands me and what I get out of being a cuckolded. This has come from many years of talking experimenting and letting go of societal judgments and our inhibitions. This life is a two-way street and Shannon takes what she wants and only gives me what I need. I would not have it any other way. Shannon's current lover we both enjoy being with. His name is Derick and he lives across the street from us. Derick is a black Hispanic man in his early 50's. He is 6'3" tall weighing 186lbs. He is very adventurous sexually and is open to almost all forms of sex. Though Derick is not gay or bi he does make me suck his cock and has cum in my mouth many times. Shannon loves his thick penis and his stamina. We both love his good nature and...

One of the duke's grooms appeared to take my horse as I pulled Roan to a stop. "Welcome, Sir Archer," the slight, brown-haired boy said as he took Roan by the halter and held him steady while I dismounted. I couldn't recall the lad's name, but knew he'd cared for Roan before. "Thank you, my young squire," I replied with a friendly smile to cover my lapse in memory, causing the boy to grin. Though his help and good care of Roan was expected by his master, His Grace the Duke of Willow, I handed him a penny anyway. "Take good care of Roan for me." The boy's grin bloomed into a full smile as he took the silver, thumbnail sized coin. "Thank you, Sir Archer! I will! Shall I call for someone to announce you?" I ruffled the boy's hair. We were in a time of peace and the castle's fortifications were lightly manned. The duke would order the lowering of the portcullis tonight, but as it was still early afternoon, and I was know...

50: Monday July 20, 22:30 hours CST: Reentry Zach entered Trigonometry's shared bedroom. The women were sitting in a circle, wearing their bathrobes, talking and joking. Chatter among the wives died. Colby looked over her shoulder and said, "You're home early." Anming, across the circle from Colby and facing Zach, quietly rose to her knees and dropped her bathrobe. She dutifully displayed her exquisite almond body, her small dark brown teats, and the wild muff he loved. Her gaze, intense and hopeful, dropped shyly. The ultrablack circlet around her neck was stark against her perfect skin. From across the room, her scars were undetectable. The women, who had all been looking at him, their gaze dropped. His cock was coming to life in his scrub pants. Colby turned back around to follow his gaze. "Oh, right," she said. The other women got on their knees and faced him. Colby turned around to face him and dropped her robe next with a pained look that confused Za...

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Ch 2 Only A Game "Somehow," my husband Jerry teased me as I rolled away from him to get out of bed at 3AM, "it's appropriate that you begin your internship in a fertility clinic on Valentine's Day. Care to sneak me in there to try out my equipment?" Bare body, freed from the covers, meeting the cold winter air, I might have liked to have allowed Jerry's strong hands to pull me back into bed, but I couldn't be late on my first day. "You needn't worry about your desirability as a sperm donor. You need to worry about your jealous sperm donee." I smirked. Much as we could use extra money to buy the house, Jerry enjoyed spontaneity in bed. So, did I. Could he submit to the clinic's rules? To be admitted to the program, male Donors were locked down in a "cock block," a chastity device between donations. During my interview, Dr Velour's dark eyes penetrated my bare body when she told me, "It maximizes the yield." ...