My Cuck Story 1
MY CUCK STORY: LINE 1
(Script By Paryagugyi)
If I’m being honest, the reason we don’t have children is due to my own inadequacy. Every time we have intimacy, I can’t last more than three minutes. My size is barely four inches. Even with medication, it doesn’t stretch past five minutes. As my self-esteem plummeted, I kept blaming myself—wondering why I had to be this useless. My wife, however, would always comfort me, saying it was fine, that sex wasn't the most important thing to her, and that emotional connection was all she needed.
Despite her words, our relationship grew colder by the day.
Then, one night...
Driven by a sudden urge, I started teasing and foreplaying with her. That’s when she looked at me and said, "If you can't finish what you start, don't even bother."
Right then, I knew deep down that I needed to do something.
I began searching frantically on the internet, typing in questions like:
"Can a marriage survive without sex?"
"Can women truly live happily without a sex life?"
The answers I found were disheartening. Nearly 90% of the responses pointed out that when women are left alone or feeling lonely, sexual thoughts cross their minds even more frequently than men's.
To save our marriage, there was only one choice left.
Do I keep trying myself? Or do I let someone else do it for her?
At first, this was a concept I absolutely couldn't accept. But as I explored it further, I stumbled upon a fetish known as 'Cuckoldry.' In the beginning, I would just watch cuckold videos and masturbate... finishing within seconds.
Eventually, it escalated. I began imagining the woman in those videos as my own wife. Just that single thought alone was enough to make me ejaculate instantly.
After about two months of this, I finally decided to talk to her. I gently and carefully explained my feelings, telling her, "I want to see you in bed with another man."
She sat in silence, thinking it over for a long moment, before making a confession. She revealed that there was a male staff member at her office who had been hitting on her and flirting with her for nearly a year. She admitted that she had been tempted to cheat on me with him.
Then, she looked at me seriously and said, "Think about this carefully. Once we cross this line, there is no going back."
I nodded. It was fine. I could handle it. However, I set one condition: I told her to bring him to our house while I pretended to be passed out drunk in the bedroom.
She let out a long, heavy sigh. "Alright, my love..."
"But give me a week. If we do this out of nowhere, it’ll look too suspicious and undignified."
"Okay, honey. I love you."
And just like that, the day she asked for arrived.
From the moment they stepped inside the house, I could hear them talking intimately. Listening to them, a sharp wave of jealousy washed over me.
A few moments later, they moved toward the bedroom. Heart pounding with intense excitement, I watched through the crack of the door that she had intentionally left slightly open.
I gasped. My wife was wearing a stunning, incredibly revealing nightdress—something she had never once worn for me during our entire marriage. And the man from her office... he was a massive Black guy (a Negro)!!!!!
I was utterly shocked.
"Well... Ma'am... is this why you brought me to your house? Get down on your knees, Ma'am."
"Yes... I’ll do exactly as you say. But remember what I told you—don't go messing with my little pumpkin."
The 'pumpkin' she was referring to... was me.
Right before my eyes, my wife knelt down directly in front of his crotch, just as he commanded.
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