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Sean put up a pot of coffee and we all sat down and enjoyed the coffee with the muffins Tanya brought. After a bit Sean says he needs to shower and head over to his mother's house- there are a few things need fixing. She lives alone and relies on her only son to help with these things. He gives me a sweet kiss and heads off to the bathroom. Tanya hands me the bag with the cloths I am wearing, I slip out of my dress I put back on for breakfast and change. The 3 of us leave, Tanya drops Barry off at his house then drops me off here. So, any questions?"
Any questions?
My mind is in overdrive, I don't know where to go from here. I simply ask her if she was comfortable the whole time, was she treated well and if she thinks she'll see him again? I get yes's all the way around.
She kisses me on the cheek, tells me she loves me and says she needs to get in the shower. After showering she comes downstairs in sweats and a tee shirt, grabs some granola and water and chills in front of the tv, obviously tired but sporting a satisfied grin.
"So, you want to hear my plans for next weekend?"
- COMMENTS
Anonymous6 months agoThe title is misleading. There's nothing "unknowing" about this trash. Plus, the story jumps "heads" (POV) so that it feels disjointed--almost like two people talking at once.
Youamiover 1 year agoNo I don't want to hear her plans for next weekend...nor do I want to read any more of this wimpy cuck rubbish. I suspect there will be many other readers who will react similiarly. You honestly believe that being humiliated gets a real guy off? If so, my friend, you are deluded
Anonymousover 2 years agoyou look like a typical loser author, reflecting no real understanding of the male psyche -perhaps you're just a pussy and the construction of your male MC is nothing more than a grand projection. Makes one wonder the number of "male" authors who are into the cuckold thing because they are so conflicted about what manhood really means. Of course, human nature being what it is, it is always easier to attack others than to do the hard work of looking inside, considering the consequences of one's own actions, one's own motivations. Invites me to ponder this hue and cry among the cuck bunch about how much do they really consider the question of what is really unique about being a man- not testosterone driven bullshit, but what truly distinguishes what a man is, or isn't. This gnostic notion that cucks are really the most enlightened group of men, the most secure (obviously reflected in the encouragement of one's wife to fuck around) highlighted by the rather odd idea that to support and assist one's spouse to "make love" to other men is by definition the highest reflection of the shared love and respect for one another, is in my opinion nothing but contradictory, delusion and horseshit.
