MY Wife The Coed

"by Joe the Cuckold"

My wife Cindy was a very naive conservative girl when we 

first began dating. She saved herself for Mr. Right and 

other than a couple of great blowjobs (her first) and 

letting me "cop a feel" sometimes, she was still that naive 

virgin when we married. She was 18 just out of high school 

and I was 22 just out of college. We had a storybook 

wedding, and our future looked very bright. We were very 

much in love. It was like a Hollywood romance.



We have been together for nearly 15 years now. Much has 

changed during that time. I still love Cindy very much. 

She has bore me two beautiful children, a 12 year old son 

and an 8 year old daughter. She always keeps the house 

immaculate and is ready on a moments notice to pull together 

a wonderful dinner or entertaining party for my business 

associates. I know that much of my success in business has 

been due to her support.



So I was more than glad to honor her request to go back to 

school. She wanted to pursue a paralegal degree. And she 

needed to get out of the house. She told me that it was 

important that she regain something for herself, on her own. 

I agreed that she needed to do that. Our relationship had 

become somewhat lackluster as of late. I knew she was 

getting restless and bored. I couldn't imagine life at 

home everyday. I couldn't really blame her for wanting 

something new and exciting. I thought that college might 

be just the ticket. I had no idea where this would lead.



I helped Cindy interview several applicants and we 

eventually hired a nanny to take care of the children 

while she attended class and studied and while I was at 

work or away on business. Cindy enrolled in a large 

university located in the city twelve miles from our home. She

expressed 

excitement and anxiety on her first day of class. She was looking 

forward to the challenge and the change, but was worried how she

would perform after being away from school for fifteen years. She

also worried that her classmates would not except an old married

woman. I encouraged her, reminding her that she had always been an

excellent student and that while she might be 33 now, with her

beautiful soft radiant skin, knockout figure (34b-25-36) and

incredibly sexy legs, she would definitely be a favorite coed. She

laughed when I told her that she might need to keep an eye on those

horny college boys.



The first few weeks seemed very normal. I remained very 

busy at work and tried to squeeze in time for the family 

when I could. The children adjusted well to Mrs. Perry. 

And Cindy was getting used to being a fulltime student and 

juggling responsibilities at home. She seemed genuinely 

interested in her courses and was regaining some of the 

happiness and enthusiasm that routine had no doubt drained 

from her life. This was a great comfort to me because I 

was entangled in some delicate business negotiations and 

found time with my wife was becoming less frequent.



I should have seen the change coming, but I was just too 

busy I suppose. The new hairstyle and color, going from 

dirty to honey blonde. Getting rid of the glasses she had 

worn for years and getting contacts. A new wardrobe 

consisting of a number of short skirts, tight blouses, 

stockings, and pumps. This was not necessarily normal 

college coed wear, but more important it wasn't the normal 

jeans and sweatshirts that Cindy had worn at home for years 

and had suited her well during the first couple of months at 

college. Then there were the phone calls at all hours. She 

told me that several students looked to her for help because 

she was doing well. Made sense to me. She even spent time 

at the library after class with a student or two, helping 

them with course material. 



But I didn't notice the changes.Not at first. Then one night 

she came back very late. She and the girls had gone out for 

drinks and she was pretty wasted when she arrived home. She 

was giggling like a school girl. I thought that it was out of

character for my wife, but laughed it off. She is a cute drunk. The

nights away became more frequent. Eventually I met a couple of her 

friends. They were pretty although somewhat wild. I was 

surprised that Cindy had befriended them. My first real 

shock came one Saturday when I awoke for my routine early 

morning job. I had gone to bed long before Cindy arrived 

home the night before and as usual she had snuck in sometime 

during the night. She was still passed out in our bed as I 

pulled on my running shorts. I gazed at her gorgeous body, 

lying there twisted in the sheets. She had on her white 

gauze nighty. I could faintly smell stale cigarette smoke 

and beer, something that I had become accustomed to over the 

past few weeks. While she didn't smoke she had regularly 

come home smelling of smoke. As I turned to grab my shoes, 

something caught my eye. Twisted in the sheets, just where 

her legs met and the nearly sheer nighty barely covered, 

something looked different. I looked again, then moved to 

the side of the bed for a closer look. 



I couldn't quite make out what I was seeing but it looked 

like she might have an injury on her abdomen. I glanced up 

at her face. She was in a deep sleep and smiling. I moved my 

hand down to the nighty and carefully lifted it so I wouldn't wake 

her.  My jaw hit the floor as I immediately noticed two very 

obvious things. My wife had completely shaved her pussy! 

Something that I had asked her to do several times but she 

had always refused to do. And there just inches above her 

mound was a colorful tattoo!!! The tattoo was an oriental 

dragon design and just below the dragon were the words "wild 

thing"! I couldnt believe it! What in the world was going 

on? What could she be thinking? It was then that I noticed 

her black miniskirt, red blouse and matching red pumps 

strewn near the bed. What was becoming of my virtuous 

little wife?

My initial reaction was to shake her awake and ask what the 

hell she had done. I couldn't believe that she had a tattoo

and that it was just inches above her pussy. Why had she 

done it? Where did she get it? How could she get a tattoo 

that close to her sex without the artist seeing her fully 

nude? My mind reeled with questions. But as I reached out

to wake her, I decided to let her sleep it off. We could 

have a better, more productive discussion after she was 

fully conscious. I surveyed my wife's gorgeous body again, 

now scarred by a tattooist's pen. God, she did look sexy 

though, I had to admit. From the slight smile on her 

pretty face, I could tell that she must be dreaming. I 

wondered what she saw in her dreams these days. So much 

change in the past months. I pulled her nighty back down 

and tugged the sheet back up to cover her body. Then I 

retreated to the den so she could sleep...and dream.



Finally she was up. I heard the shower running in the 

master bath. I waited patiently, running through possible 

speeches and my list of questions. How should I approach 

this? Should I lay down the law or be understanding? As 

I considered these things, she came down the stairs. She 

didn't bother stopping in the den as she passed by. Instead

she went straight to the kitchen. I put away my briefcase 

and followed her. She was pouring coffee. 'Do you want a 

cup?', she said. No good morning, no how were the kids last

night, no normal small talk. Very different again. 'Yes, 

I'll take a cup. How was your night?', I replied. 

'It was alot of fun. Sheila took us to a new club. It was 

the deal.' God, she sounds like our son. 'Good babe. 

Kinda late night wasn't it?', I asked. 

'Don't start with that! You are my husband, but you don't 

own me. I come and go as I please, understood?' I was 

shocked at the sharpness in her voice. 'I didn't say you 

couldn't Cindy. I was just concerned about you.' 

'No need to be concerned. I am a big girl and can take 

care of myself.' Oh yeah, and what about that damn tattoo, 

I wanted to shout. 



I couldn't believe her attitude. I had decided to take the high road 

and be the understanding husband and she was tearing into me. 

I quickly grabbed my coffee cup and headed back to the den. There 

was no use talking to her in her state of mind. The discussion about 

the tattoo would have to wait. I pulled my briefcase back 

out and delved back into the current merger proposal.

It seemed like only moments, but when I looked at my watch 

I realized it had been nearly three hours since our heated 

exchange. I decided to try to make peace. I would wait 

until I 'saw' her naked to mention the tattoo and ask my 

questions. When I didn't find her in the house I headed for

the back yard. There I found Mrs. Perry and the children. 'Hi, where

is Cindy?', I was confused. I didn't remember that we had asked Mrs.

Perry to come today. 'Oh, she said she had to go the library for some

studying for a major exam and would be gone until late this evening.

She told me not to bother you, because you were working on important

papers for the company. Is there something I can get you?' Mrs. Perry

offered helpfully. 



'No thanks", I shook my head. What the hell? She didn't 

say anything about a test or a day at the library. When her

college career started, she was such an attentive wife and 

mother that I was in awe of her ability to juggle all of her

commitments. Now she was disappearing on a regular basis. This has

got to end - I thought! "I'm going to the office for awhile, Mrs.

Perry." She said that she was planning to take the children to the

park and would see me when I got home.



But when I left the garage, I wasn't going to the office. 

I drove for the campus. I had to find her and make her 

understand that while I loved her and admired her for her 

hard work and success at school, and while I was happy that 

she was bonding with the younger generation, she needed to 

review her priorities. Again I practiced my approach, my 

speech, and her possible replies. I was resolved to stick 

to my guns this time.



There was very little traffic and so I arrived at the 

library quickly. It seemed that most of the students were 

at a basketball game and so there were few dedicated 

students using the library on Saturday afternoon. I really

couldn't blame them. I had a flashback to my college days

- wild, irresponsible days, spent doing many things, but 

not much library time. I passed by several very serious 

looking students in the carrels. These were not partiers. I doubted

that I would find any fraternity brothers here. 



I made three exhaustive searches through the library on my 

own, but couldn't find her. I hadn't seen her car in the 

lot, but knew that she usually parked nearer to the sports 

complexes and walked to the library. There was just too 

much traffic to find her car. I asked the librarian if she

could help me. She was able to access her library account

and told me that she hadn't checked out any books today. 

In fact she hasn't checked out anything in nine weeks. 

Strange, I thought. I looked another 45 minutes and then 

decided that I had wasted enough time. It was obvious that

she didn't go to the library. Where the hell was she? 

Probably pissed and burning up the damn credit card, I 

imagined. I just hope she isn't out with those 

troublemakers again. 



As I was exiting the library I passed a girl from our town. I 

didn't know her well but thought that maybe she could help. 

'Hi. It's Dawn isn't it?'  'Oh hi!, she smiled. 'Have you seen my 

wife, Cindy?',then added, 'Do you know her?' 'No sorry I haven't 

seen her today. And yes, of course, EVERYBODY knows Cindy. 

Maybe she's with the pack again.' Still processing her 

reply about EVERYBODY knowing my wife, I held my tongue and

instead asked about the 'pack'. 



'The pack is an exclusive group here. They are sort of 

mysterious. They are like a fraternity or sorority but they

are coed. You can't join the pack, only be invited into 

the fold, so I'm told. I don't really know many facts but 

think that they are pretty wild. I'm not sure that Cindy 

is a member of the pack, but she hangs out with them alot.' 

Surely not, I thought. I mean she's changed some, but that 

just isn't her scene. 'Where does this pack get together, 

Dawn?' She paused for a minute, then said, 'I'm not really 

sure, but I think they are rumored to have converted an old

warehouse just outside of the city as their club.' - - Could

this be the club Cindy had mentioned before? As I began to

ask Dawn for more details about the pack and their club, a 

guy walked up and kissed her. 'Oh my date is here. Gotta 

run, good seein' ya.' I stood there more puzzled than ever.

I walked away from the library with more questions, but 

few answers.



As usual I went to bed alone that night. Cindy had not come

home nor had she bothered to call. I wanted to stay up and

confront her but was so tired that I finally retreated to 

the bedroom at midnight. 



I didn't wake up when she slipped into bed this time. She 

had arrived home sometime after midnight and before 3:30 AM,

which was when I woke up. There she lay next to me, passed

out again. I immediately smelled smoke in her hair, some 

unmistakenly marijuana smoke which I could identify easily 

from my college days. She had the a sleep shirt on so I 

couldn't see the tattoo tonight. Was it all a dream? I 

carefully raised the shirt. No, not a dream. Her pussy 

was still shaven and the tattoo was clearly evident below 

her belly. As I began to pull the shirt back down, a glint

of light shown from her pale mound. I couldn't make out 

the source of the glint. I looked closer but the angle of 

light from the nightlight in the bathroom was not strong 

enough to determine what it was. I remembered the emergency

flash light in my bedside table. I grabbed it and making 

sure not to shine it at Cindy's face, flipped it on. I 

pointed the light to her pussy and there I saw it for the 

first time. A shiny golden ring pierced my wife's clit!



I was suddenly dizzy and sick! I stared at the ring for a moment,

then had to look away. No matter. It was engraved in my memory. The

shaven mound, the dragon tattoo, the gold ring they were vividly

present. I could not shake them. I wanted to desperately. And yet I

didn't! What could be wrong with me? What could be wrong with Cindy?

Why would she submit to having her body defiled in such a way? Where

would it end? What was wrong with me? While I was visibly shaken and

upset, I was terribly aroused as well. I kept seeing her sex, so

changed. No longer my innocent little wife. My cock was engorged with

blood. I couldn't believe it! My wife was becoming a stranger to me,

scarring and marking her body, and I was getting a hard on??? I

couldn't help myself though. It was then that I decided I had to find

out what was going on. 



I considered my options and quickly decided that I would initiate

sex. I would stumble across the tattoo and ring and demand an

explanation. She would cry and confess that in a drunken stupor she

had let those young girlfriends of hers talk her into these things. I

would lecture her about how she needed to be an example to her

children and then forgive her. At least that was the plan.



I stroked my cock and it was soon very hard. I lifted my body over

her sleepless form and began letting the head rub against her slit. 

Immediately I felt the ring and got even more turned on. Yes, it

would be easy to forgive her. I had to admit to a certain evil

delight in the changes. But it was time for confession. 



'What the hell is this?' I barked loudly. Cindy stirred and finally 

regained some form of consciousness. I repeated myself, 'What have

you done to your body Cindy? What in the hell could you have been 

thinking?'. 



It didn't take long for Cindy to reply. 'Who do you think you are?

This is not your body. It's none of your damn business what I do with

my body. My pussy belongs to me and me alone! You have no right to

control it and I don't remember asking for your opinion. Furthermore,

I don't think I gave you permission to fuck it, touch it, or even

look at it! As I said it is my pussy and I will decide who can do

those things to it, not you!' (Those last words, chilled me to the

bone. What could she mean, she would decide WHO?..) 'From now on,

keep your fucking opinions to yourself. If you have a problem with my

pussy, maybe you should just stay away from it! In fact that's a

great idea! No more for you until I decide different - if I decide

different!' She punctuated those last words and stared at me, waiting

for my reply.



Finally, I attempted, 'But...'. Cindy quickly interjected, 'The 

conversation has ended and if you ever want to get close to my pussy 

again, you drop it now. Got it?!' My mind was reeling. 'I won't

repeat myself again! Got it?'. 'Yes', I nodded, defeated. The tables

turn quickly sometimes. Instead of finding myself with a heartbroken

sobbing wife begging for forgiveness, I found myself begging so I

could see her body again...someday. Smooth! Probably just the booze

talking, I assumed. It was hard to get back to sleep that night. I

kept playing the events over and over. Where had I failed? What could

have gone wrong? Where was this heading? For that matter, where had

it already gone? I needed to know more. I needed to learn about the

pack. They seemed to be the key to my wife's change. Tomorrow I

follow her!



I rose early as usual and ran. Good therapy I hoped, but I couldn't

stop thinking about my wife's sexy body and her callous attitude

towards me. I returned home, showered, dressed, and left for work. A

few blocks from the house, I used the cell phone and told my

secretary I was ill and would not be at work.' Then I waited for her

car to leave for the campus. 



Eventually she drove past and I followed at a distance. She went to

the campus and for the next three hours I followed her to two

classes. Again I doubted my gut feelings. Maybe this is just a drunk

and stupid thing. As she left her second class, I was thankful that I

had brought a snack because it was lunchtime. Cindy headed for the

car. No doubt she'll be headed for a fast food restaurant. 



I followed at a distance again. She drove away from the campus and we 

passed several fast food places. Where is she going? Just outside the 

city limits and in the industrial section, she pulled over and

stopped. She walked away from the car and to an old factory

warehouse. 'The pack', I immediately realized. 



I got out of my car too and when she had entered, I quietly jogged to 

the window at the far side of the building. I was out of sight and

could clearly see into the window. Inside I saw a large number of

goodlooking well built young men. I recognized several as being

athletes from the university. Many had a brand on their biceps. I had

seen them before. But now I realized that the brand matched the

symbol on the sign on the wall inside the warehouse. It looked like a

'P' - perhaps for 'the pack'? But it also looked much like a phallus. 



Many of the people were nude. The men were all huge and the women

were gorgeous! I noticed quickly too that the girls all had shaved

and tattooed pussies with a gold ring in the clit. Now it made sense!

I didn't like it but at least I had an explanation now. Just then I 

noticed a girl near the window with her back to me. Her body was lean 

and beautiful. I admired the tautness of her tanned skin and gazed at 

it. I was then that I noticed her brands. 



The girl had brands on each cheek of her ass. Actually it was like

the brands were interconnected. On her left cheek was the same symbol

that the guys had on their biceps. On her right cheek was the word

'slut'. It looked like the girls ass was saying she was a slut for

the pack. Seconds later, I saw Cindy climb onto a makeshift stage and

begin to strip to catcalls and blaring music. I was fuming again and

started to storm inside. But then I remembered our conversation last

night and reluctantly stayed in place. Two girls took her hands and

led her to the center of the stage and turned her around. I had a

perfect view of her naked round ass. So did everyone else! She was

draped over what looked like saw horses and her wrists were tied

anchored to the floor in front of her. Her ankles were tied to the

legs of the saw horse. I got a huge pit in my throat as I saw the

hooded man approach Cindy with two burning branding irons! I started

to bolt inside and stop this madness, but as I ran through the door

it was too late! She was screaming in obvious pain as the symbol and

word were forever seared into her ass. 



'No!!!!', I screamed in horror. The irons were removed and I saw the 

burned scarred flesh just as two men grabbed me and started beating

me. I never knew how long I had been unconscious when I began to wake

up. I immediately realized that I was nude and bound to a chair. I

tried hard to focus and eventually became aware that several people

were looking at me. Cindy stepped out of the crowd and stared at me

silently. Still groggy I began to speak, to ask if she was okay, but

I could not utter a sound. It was then that I discovered that I was

gagged. 



'I warned you not to interfere, didn't I? WELL DIDN'T I?', obviously 

recovered from her pain. 'So you just have to know so damn much about 

me, huh? Well this should speak volumes!' She turned and bent over.

Her ass was charred..black, bright red, and pink were prevalent. But

I could still clearly make out the pattern. 'That's right my husband!

I am a pack slut now! And I love it dear. I am learning so many

things at college. In fact it is time you see for yourself what I

have learned. Could someone help me show my pathetic husband what I

have learned?' Two black football players immediately put their arms

around my wife. One said, 'Yeah slut, we'll show him....



I nodded my head emphatically. I couldn't believe she was saying

these things to me. Just how far would she go with this pack slut

thing? Iwas about to find out...



The two large men took my wife by the hand and led her to a bed at

one side of the warehouse. Other men lifted me in my bound position

in the chair and carried it next to the bed. I was warned that if I

attempted to look away I would be severely beaten and my dear Cindy

would never return home. The men laid Cindy on her back in the bed

and while one began licking her nipples the other started licking her

pussy. I watched intently but with a lump in my throat as his tongue

circled the golden ring in my wifes clit. I watched her hand go to

his head and pull him tight against her pussy. For the first time, I

noticed her wedding rings glistening on her hand against the

blackness of his head. I felt utterly lost and ashamed to see her

spreading her legs so willingly for this strangers tongue. She

quickly began to moan and then wiggle her hips against his face as

she obviously fell into the throes of an orgasm, something she rarely

reached with me anymore.



Meanwhile, the male who had been licking her breasts had stripped 

completely and held a large cock (probably 9 or 10 inches and very 

thick) in his hand. It was chocolate brown and already dripping

precum as he pumped it to make it very erect. He placed it against

Cindys lips and told her to eat it. She willingly, almost hungrily,

opened her mouth wide and after running her tongue around it she

swallowed the huge cock. I watched both humilated and amazed as the

giant chocolate stick sunk between her lips and deep into her throat.

Her head bobbed on it and she obviously enjoyed sucking this young

mans cock. I wanted to turn away, but stopped short, remembering the

threats and truthfully unable to stop looking despite my anger and

pain. Cindy really was a slut now!



After she came down from her orgasm, the stud who had been eating

her, removed his face from her cunt. Her juices were literally

dripping from his face. He stripped and his cock was even larger than

his friends. He must have been over 12 inches long and thicker than a

baseball bat! He started taking Cindys juices in his hand and rubbing

it over his cockhead. His cock was very dark, nearly solid black and

the thick veins protuded from it as it hardened at the sight of my

wifes oral submission to his friend. Once he had coated the head, he

moved between Cindy's thighs and put his cock against her cunt lips.

I waited for her fucking...



But he stopped and moved away. I sighed, relieved that I wouldn't be 

forced to watch, while Cindy began to beg for his cock. My heart was 

pounding strongly. He turned to me, laughed and pointed to my cock.

Look Cindy, he is as hard as me, although much smaller. She laughed

and so did many in the room who were also watching. I wanted to hide

but couldnt in my present state. It was true, my cock had swollen and

was dripping precum. In spite of my anger and humiliation, my cock

was hard and I was turned on, watching my wife give herself freely to

these black men. I couldn't help myself. 



The man came to me and told me he wanted my help. He told me that my 

wife was begging for his cock and as a good husband it was my 

responsibility to see that her needs were met. He told me that he was 

going to release me from my bonds on three conditions: I was to also

beg him to fuck Cindy, I was to put his cock in her pussy and then I

was to jerk off and eat my cum! I shook my head wildly! No Way, I was 

screaming, though with the gag I couldnt be heard. 



He laughed again and reminded me of the warning to kick my ass and

keep my wife. I still shook my head, until he told me that he had

photos of the days events, including Cindys branding, her blowjob and

my hardened cock while watching. He promised that all the right

people would have copies tomorrow unless I cooperated. He glared and

said One last chance...



Relunctantly I slowly nodded my head, yes. Two more burly men

released me from my bonds and I took the gag out, gasping for air.

There was no use covering my cock. I didnt have clothes nearby and it

was pointless at this time since everyone had seen me.



Beg, he said. I mumbled quietly, "Fuck her." I immediately learned

that he wouldnt accept anything short of all out begging as he

doubled me over with a sharp blow to the stomach. 



After catching my breath, he motioned for me to speak. "Please fuck 

Cindy. Please put your big black cock into her cunt. Make her a slut

for your cock. Please, do it now!" I looked at him as if to say,

"better?" He pointed to me and to his cock. I slowly walked to him as

he squatted between Cindy's wet thighs. Do it! he demanded. I took

his fat cock into my hand and felt its rigidness. It was even bigger

when I handled it! My god I thought, how can Cindy even fit this into

her slit? I rubbed the head against her slit and as she tried to

raise her hips to accept him, I gave a push and his head entered her.

She moaned almost screamed as it penetrated her. Slowly I began to

remove my hand and watch the huge black monster sink into her once

wifely cunt.



Now jack off and eat it, you fuckin wimp, he said. He began banging 

Cindy hard and the last of his huge cock disappeared into the deep 

recesses of her pussy. I could only imagine how full she must have

felt. He fucked her hard and sweat dripped from his chest onto hers.

She was moaning loudly as he fucked her. The other man again pushed

his cock into her mouth and told her to shut up and suck him. She ate

him greedily while writhing under her fuckers body.



As instructed I began jacking off. As hard as I tried to fight the 

feeling, I was very turned on to watch my wife turn into such a cock 

hungry slut. We all seemed to reach orgasm at about the same time.

Cindy screamed into the fat cock in her mouth as she reached orgasm.

The man in her mouth began releasing hot jets of cum into her mouth

then pulled out and coated her face, rubbing the fat black tool

around her cheeks and lips. I sprayed cum all over my left hand and

as reminded, lifted the hand to my mouth, tasting my cum for the

first time. I felt totally humiliated as many stopped watching the

show for a minute to glare smuggly at me as I swallowed my own cum.

Then finally the man in her pussy grunted and his body spasmed as he

shot a huge load of his seed into my wifes cunt. I could see his

white frothy cum dripping from her distended hole as he exited her. 



"More please?" she begged and time and time again that day I watched 

her fuck the men in the warehouse. I lost count after 17. At the end

of the day, she lay exhausted coated with cum, unable to move, her

pussy coated with her juices and their cum.  I prayed to God she was

on birth control! Her face and chest were covered with the stuff and

her hair was matted in places where they had shot off into it. She

looked like hell, but was smiling contently. 



The men gave me my clothes and told me to dress quickly and leave.

They would bring Cindy home after she had recovery time. I hesitated

but a further threat of violence caused me to leave quickly. I

replayed the events I had witnessed over and over as I awaited her

return. Finally at 3:00 AM she was helped into the house by the first

of her many lovers for the day. They helped me put her to bed. She

was passed out....



The following morning I didn't bring up the events of the day before.

I was still reeling and frankly didn't know what to say. She broke

the ice quickly by telling me she was withdrawing from school as she

had found a profession. What the hell?, I replied.



"Why a pack slut, my dear! I can make a fortune." Then she showed me

$5000 in cash and told me that was a retainer that the boys had paid

her for agreeing to whore for them. I will be whoring for the pack

now and start this afternoon! Isn't it wonderful? She looked into my

eyes, smiled and after pinching myself to be sure it wasn't some kind

of nightmarish dream, I began to shout at her. She smiled again and

showed me a picture of a crowd gathered around me as I ate my cum.

What were you saying?, she asked.



"Wonderful dear...have fun," I meekly replied. I was totally defeated

and realized my wife was forever gone and that I would always be her 

humiliated husband.



The End!

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