| Author: | Reagan Snow | ISBN: | 9781370137268 |
| Publisher: | Reagan Snow | Publication: | September 18, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Reagan Snow |
| ISBN: | 9781370137268 |
| Publisher: | Reagan Snow |
| Publication: | September 18, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Since our marriage, I have constantly worried that my wife, Maria, would leave me. Frankly, why she’s stayed true all these years is the real mystery. She is a beautiful woman by anyone’s standards, while I’ll admit, I’m sub-par in every respect, including my pathetically tiny dick.
Then one evening several months ago, her car broke down and she decided to say thank you to the man who stopped to help her by dropping to her knees. Right there on the side of the road.
But instead of getting angry when she told me what happened, I realized - this is what I deserve. It’s always what I should get, and what I wanted more than anything.
I was to become a cuckold.
But as our relationship continued to change in unforeseen ways, I struggled to accept my lot in life. Would our cuckold experiment work? Or would I begin to hate what I had to become…
This three-book bundle tells the story of a pathetic husband and his hotwife, experimenting with cuckolding and all that comes with it - cream pies, small penis humiliation, and the painful ecstasy that comes from having your wife be screwed by a strong, black bull while you are forced to watch every orgasm from the corner…
**Excerpt from Part One**
Everyone remembers that moment when their life changes forever. What is funny is that I remember the fifteen minutes before my life changed just as clearly.
I was planted on the porcelain throne at ten at night, just sitting there and letting out a limp stream of piss down into the bowl while I idly wondered why Marie wasn’t home yet. I couldn’t think of a single reason my wife would still be at work so late on a Wednesday evening without telling me.
“Maybe she’s screwing her boss,” I mused to myself. Maybe…
No, she wasn’t that kind of lady. A gorgeous brunette, tall, lithe, buxom, and still very, very firm at forty, she’s the kind of woman every man stares at - but never gets any sort of acknowledgment, let alone reciprocation, for that fleeting lust.
Sixteen years of marriage and I’m pretty sure that literally every man pictures her naked as they see her walk down the street. Why she’s stuck with me for sixteen years is beyond me…
Since our marriage, I have constantly worried that my wife, Maria, would leave me. Frankly, why she’s stayed true all these years is the real mystery. She is a beautiful woman by anyone’s standards, while I’ll admit, I’m sub-par in every respect, including my pathetically tiny dick.
Then one evening several months ago, her car broke down and she decided to say thank you to the man who stopped to help her by dropping to her knees. Right there on the side of the road.
But instead of getting angry when she told me what happened, I realized - this is what I deserve. It’s always what I should get, and what I wanted more than anything.
I was to become a cuckold.
But as our relationship continued to change in unforeseen ways, I struggled to accept my lot in life. Would our cuckold experiment work? Or would I begin to hate what I had to become…
This three-book bundle tells the story of a pathetic husband and his hotwife, experimenting with cuckolding and all that comes with it - cream pies, small penis humiliation, and the painful ecstasy that comes from having your wife be screwed by a strong, black bull while you are forced to watch every orgasm from the corner…
**Excerpt from Part One**
Everyone remembers that moment when their life changes forever. What is funny is that I remember the fifteen minutes before my life changed just as clearly.
I was planted on the porcelain throne at ten at night, just sitting there and letting out a limp stream of piss down into the bowl while I idly wondered why Marie wasn’t home yet. I couldn’t think of a single reason my wife would still be at work so late on a Wednesday evening without telling me.
“Maybe she’s screwing her boss,” I mused to myself. Maybe…
No, she wasn’t that kind of lady. A gorgeous brunette, tall, lithe, buxom, and still very, very firm at forty, she’s the kind of woman every man stares at - but never gets any sort of acknowledgment, let alone reciprocation, for that fleeting lust.
Sixteen years of marriage and I’m pretty sure that literally every man pictures her naked as they see her walk down the street. Why she’s stuck with me for sixteen years is beyond me…
