It's been a while since I posted. https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1ipaoi7/i_am_at_a_teachers_conference_with_a_man_less/
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You see, during this trip I met a man in his 30's. We will call him B. B is a very dominate man. Without even trying this man just oozes confidence, strength and ability. I got so wet the first time he and I spoke. He lives about 4 hours away from my Husband and I but that distance did not stop me from making a relationship with him.
When I say relationship, I mean relationship. I absolutely love my husband, James. I also love B. Like truly love him.
With B I am completely submissive. A role that I never fully took on. I so very much understand James now, how he is completely submissive to me. I am that same way with B. The man owns every inch of my body. He could ask me to do something completely degrading (and has) and not only would I do it instantly, I would pray he found it satisfactory. I cannot stress enough, I am a puddle to this man. James adores the idea that I have 2 "love of my life" men. He loves that I know what being submissive is like.
At this point both of these men serve completely different roles in my life.
James and I met and fell in love when we were 20.. When we married we barely had $100 between us. When James's first business went under I worked 12 hours a day at 2 jobs to make ends meet. Today, James is an amazing provider. He earns enough that we live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods of Indiana. I've never have to work and am spoiled with anything I want. He's a amazing father to our 2 grown children. James and I are one in so many ways. One of them being kinky. He loves being dominated, tied up and denied and teased and cuckolded. God he loves being cuckolded.
If James died in a car accident tomorrow, B would be the type of man I would marry. Fit, stamina, strong, domineering, a little hot headed. He is my guiding hand. My source of all pleasure and pain. Yet, he is hot headed…. One time B yelled at me.
I scratched B's car by accident and where James would have told me "Oh baby it's fine, don't worry about it." B really yelled at me. Like a dad would yell at his daughter. I was shocked, having never been yelled at like that as a grown woman. I yelled at him back…. B walked around to my side of the car, yanked me by my hair, slapped me across the face and pulled out his dick. I got on my knees on that hard dirty garage floor while B fucked my mouth relentlessly. His thrusts back and forth made my knees slide on the rough floor and I knew they were going to be a little torn up. I went to stand up thinking we would take this inside but B had wrapped his hands around my long long hair and was in another world. I let go and just allowed it to happen. I felt so used, degraded. I punish James often and now it was my turn.
So suffice it to say, a lot has happened. But I'm making this post for James as I know he wants to be humiliated.
James, you pathetic chastity cuck. Think back to all of those years I would vibe you in your little cock cage and we'd talk about me getting pregnant from a bull. You would shoot streams of cum which I would then feed back to you little by little, all while vibing myself to orgasm after orgasm. You haven't been inside me for over a year at this point James.
Think of all those times you watched B cum in your wife. How I would encourage you to quickly suck it out of me so I wouldn't get pregnant. My asking you if you got it all because you wouldn't want me to get pregnant. Well… Now I'm pregnant.
James, you have been an incredible father twice and will again. B and I's relationship will grow together and your relationship with me will grow as well. We will be a family, all of us, together.
I love you James.. and B, I know you're reading this too. I love you as well.
Readers.. I usually post a lot more pictures but I've found some of them ended up on sites. Chat me up if you want to see more. If I'm in the mood, I'll share. Pregnant and pre-pregnant.
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