Denied sex

I thought my chastity of five months (in a CB6K) was long. My hat's off to you guys for going years. Maybe someday. We all gotta start somewhere, huh? My wife has decided that mine will not be the next cock to cum in her, and after that, well, "we'll just have to see." So much to look forward to...

My situation is a bit different from most posted here, however, the results are exactly the same. I was married to my now ex wife for almost 15 years. During most of that time, I was a typical male tom cat type..getting pussy on the side when ever and where ever I could.

My ex, at first used to do what many wives do, ignore the fact that her husband is a womanizer, sort of being in denial, but as more time passed she became more disgusted ( her term for it) with my behavior.

My ex was and still is avery attractive woman and many people have said to me "why did you fuck around on her?" She's what most men would agree to be a hottie. I did and she got her "revenge" over a long period of time.

Around the 10th year of our marriage, my ex slowly but surely cut me off of any fucking,with maybe an occassional blowjob here and there and then dwindled it down to a mere pity handjob infrequently. I must tell you that I had an extremely strong sexual drive, the kind of guy that was basically a sex addict. lots porn, lots of women on the side, swing clubs, adult ads, phone sex, you name it, I did it. I needed to contstanly cum, several times a day if I could. My ex was never actually aware of ALL my side stuff, but she surely knew about a good deal of it.

When the ex finally had enough, she decided to spring her trump card on me at perhaps the exact worst time for me in my life ( and the BEST time in her's). At that time I was a very seamistered and veteran police officer and was busy making my career move that I worked up to for almost 20 years.

My ex had ( unknown to me ) been consulting with attorneys and preparing to divorce me, fully intending to strip me of not only my home, but my young youngren and my assests that were built over the years ( marital property) and totally derail and ruin my career.

To make this rather long story shorter, she succeeded in bringing me to my knees with total financial destruction and she gained full control of me as a result of the divorce ( young custody, young support, Alimony, siezed 1/2 of pension, wiped out everything I had.)

The ex wanted to play her card just before actually pulling the divorce trigger on me..after she showed me all her legal documents and such..she offered to give me a chance to "change". What she suggested was that she would now be in full charge of everything, finacial, head of the household, lead parent, you name it, she wanted to be the BOSS..she told me due to the fact that you think with your dick and cannot be trusted, I would have to do everything she said or she would simply file the papers and that would be that.

to be continued..........

Let me give a little history here if I may. I am now 50 and retired from my professional career and my ex is 46 and believe me looks very, very good for her age, blonde hair, blues eyes and still has a *******er ass. My ex did in fact pull the divorce trigger on me but not after having what she called "her fun, games and absolute revenge and a lesmister I'd never forget, ever" The ex did everything and got everything divorce-wise that she stated and predicted would happen ( I was a professional and she was a housewife, so I KNEW I was in trouble ).

Over the last 2 years or so of our marriage, the ex gained control of my cock.I was made to go to counseling in an effort to "cure" my sex addictions to start things off. This meant many sessions ( which I had to pay for of course) with a FEMALE anaylist. next up was to get rid of my extensive porn collection, videos, books, magazines and my ex regulated and monitored my use of the computer / internet. I was powerd to use the internet like I was a young, she blocked what I could view and browse.

During this time frame, I got NO sex whatsoever from her..nothing, not a sniff.I was forbidden to even relax in the same bed with her. Our kids were pretty small back then, so they really had no idea what was happening. If I complained about any of this, the ex would give me a dark frown and tell me (her words) stop whining you punk, do what I say or you can take the consequences..that usually stopped me cold and I would give in.

The ex had a rather startling attitude and permisterality change at this time, she was never a push over type, but never this strong willed and I have to admit, rather nasty, then again, the old saying, hell have no fury then a woman scorned right? The ex never missed an oppurtunity to scold, correct or give me instructions.

During my counseling sessions the Doctor got me to open up about ALL sexual cravings and desires and activities, all with the wife sitting right there to hear every bit of it....how I would start my day jerking off a load in the shower, then go to work and think about sex all day /night and then get off work and go on the sexual prowl and get laid, sucked, fucked, how I had threesomes and group sex at swing clubs, all the women I picked up and then come home, ignore her and go jerk off a night cap load for good measure.

Somewhere along the line it came out that I had somehow become bored sexually with her, she was very vanilla and I was pretty into anything and everything, she would get disgusted at the mention of anal, cumming in her mouth, a facial, whatever...her idea of sex with me was missionary,in the dark, procreate and then that's that. I guess I don't have to tell you how she reacted to that eh? She was so mad and disgusted that she got up and left the sessions and stopped going with me to them.

Then things started to really change...the first thing is that she started to rekindle a lot of her old friendships with old friends and then went out and got herself a job and she started to change her appearance.She was no longer the mousy little housewife, she started to work out regularly, she had her hair frosted and nicely cut and styled and started to wear some makeup and she started to dress much nicer, no more sweat pants and shirts, and slowly, but surely, was out of the house more and more.

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During this time, my ex really stayed on top of me, kept me busy while at home all the time, so my mind would not wander, thus my dick would not wander. I wound up doing alot more housework, wash, picking up kids at school when I was available, the works and when I was gone from home and out of her supervision, she actually hired a private detective to keep tabs on me. I KNEW when I was being followed ( after all, I was a career cop) and I figured okay honey, I see what you're doing, so I was on my very BEST behavior when not at home.

Being the sex junky that I was...I still figured out that on certain days and times, I could run down to the local news stand, buy an adult mag, jump back in the car, hide it in my car and maybe if I got the chance, glance at it and rub a quick load out here and there and hell, nobody would be the wiser. I did this little mission two times..went to the news stand, copped my mag, stashed it in my trunk and when I had a chance, whipped out the mag and jerked off and then came home with the groceries and at least had a little sexual relief..I had NO sex now going on 2 years !!! This was most definatley a world's record for me.

The third time I went to the newsstand was NOT the charm...I had a minor car accident on the way home and my car had to be towed and I called my wife to pick me up.....this caused a bit of problem for us due to the fact that the wife was now working and used our other car to get herself back and forth...I need to commute and because my ride was much farther away we agreed that I would take her car until mine was fixed.

I really didn't think about this car situation at all.....after two days of using her car, she got fed up and went down to the repair garage to see about my car.........she went in and spoke to guy there and then he showed her the car....when he opened the trunk to show her how they took the dents out, she saw a brown paper bag tucked in by the spare.
She stood there looking and waited for the guy to walk away for a second, then checked out the bag....you guessed what was in there...my mag...nothing to hardcore, just a skin mag, but porn, nevertheless.

When I came home, the first thing I noticed was that my kids weren't there....when I cheerfully pecked her on the cheek, she turned around, pulled out the mag, and smashed me across the face with it. She never said a word..just walked out of the room and slammed the bedroom door...BANG...the mag lying on the floor, me standing there like an idiot.

I knew I was in serious trouble...I did what almost any guy would do in that situation....I started with the but baby....baby please, it's nothing, ..basically BEGGING for forgivness..she made me stand in front of the locked bedroom door talking to the door like a fool. After a while she came out when she thought she heard enough grovelling from me.

With a cold steely eyes glare and her voice lowered, she said to me, well you still cannot be trusted you filthy pervert. all my work and all my effort , looks like you still can't be trusted...she then told me that I should think about leaving the house right away and don't even think about calling or coming back unless SHE says so..........

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Well, there I was...put out of my own house. She insisted and when I started to try to explain or talk her out of it, she merely went by the phone and threatened to call the police, which she knew would cause a serious problem for me..she said get out now or i'll call and you'll be arrested for domestic violence and get suspended from work...a very baaaadd thing for me...........I left quietly and went over to my partner's house to spend the night.

That night while I stayed in my partner's basement, I was lying awake all night thinking..what the hell has happened here...I have been turned into a whining whimpering yes honey type guy...jeez, my wife runs the show, she gives the orders around here, tells me what to do when to do it how to do and why I do it and what am I getting out of all this cuckolds brownie??? my balls busted and some extreme blue busted balls at that...I laid there thinking christ I haven't had ANY pussy in YEARS this is insane !!!! I cannot and will not live like this any longer.....screw that maniac bitch.....

I was catually starting to regain my man balls, the tough he man cop guy that I used to be....yeah, my bravery was starting to come back, my balls, my nerve whatever you want to call it. I talked about this with my partner and he agreed with me, yeah man, fuck her, take the hit in divorce, get rid of her, move on man, get yourself a new woman.

The next few days were great..I was like my old self..except for one thing....I wasn't thinking about sex as much as I used to and I was starting to miss my kids and my house and like a dark cloud coming over me.....I was actually thinking about my wife and wanting to go home.

Could it be that all the therapy, counseling, handing the reins of domestic leadership over the my wife, becoming to what amounted to being celebate over the course of 2-3 years taken hold on me???

I wanted to call home badly, but whenever I tried she wouldn't answer and I left a ton of messages. Finally after about 2 weeks she called me and told me if I wished to return home, I could do so but things were going to very very different and she had new "guidelines" for me...if I accept them I can stay if not..see you in divorce court....she said it's up to you...

When I got home that evening she was there ( no kids again) and she looked very nice, she was dressed in her work clothes still and her make up was fresh and hair done and I noticed..her nails were done wonderfully, like I had never seen them before...she looked like a million bucks...damn she looked great.She even let me approach her and give her a little hug, but when I went to kiss her, she only offered her cheek.

She was actually very relaxed and seemed quite glad to see me, however I did take note of the look in her eyes..they were different looking somehow, I wasn't sure but her eyes looked different.

She sat me down at the kitchen table and began to speak.....the first thing she said was that if I expected to remian here and remain married to her I had to "accept the following guidelines". I just sat and nodded not saying anything.The next thing she did was pull out a stack of papers from her briefcase and go over them with me....holy cuckolds brownie ...divorce terms..oh oh....oh crap...after we went over them it was very plain that should she file, I was ruined, kaput, done, 6-2-even over and out my boy.
The amount of young support was staggering in itself, nevermind, losing my house ( several hundred thousand dollars of equity), what they call spousal maintenance( better known as alimony), young day care, loss of pension, loss of half the stocks, bonds and all investments, everything...gone..half to her..my half is the taxes on it all...she had ALL the cards folks and I had none...zero..zippo.

After going through all that, I sat there stunned and feeling like all those bad guys I put away when they got to court and took their primister sentences..it's a feeling of total helplessness...somebody else just decided your fate and future and there ain't a cuckolds brownietin thing you can do about any of it....I was boxed and defeated and knew it.

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My wife then went on to tell me that this can all be avoided if agree to live under her terms ( I was really starting to get nervous now..I didn't like that way she said that..that odd look in her eyes was making me uncormfortable) She went to to tell me that even though I am basically nothing more then a no good pervert and womanizer, I was after all a good man to the kids and a good provider and could still be useful and maybe even, someday, be something close to what a real husband is supposed to be. ( I was really worried now..I was getting a little angry by being insulted like that but somehow held my tongue).

She then produced some other typed out documents and although I couldn't read them from my angle I was greatly relieved to see that they did NOT have the attorney office letter head on them...I figured..whew..no more legal cuckolds brownie, please...

The wife then told me to remain quiet while she read off her "list" of guidleines, she said do not interrupt me, all you need to do is say yes or no when I ask you...are you ready ????

She took out a pen and then started to recite from the papers.
The first question was easy, it was...do you wish to remain married to me ? yes of course..........do you wish to make the sincere effort to be attentative towards me ? yes........Do you accept a greater responibility in regards to house and youngren ? yes (an easy one by now)..........
Do you agree that I should pursue my own new career ? yes......
Even if this career has great demands ? yes ( oh I see, I'm thinking..she just wants freedom and such, be her own gal..not too bad this is easy stuff) Do you accept a lesser role in this marriage? ahh?? what??? I asked..she repeated this question and I was confused....she said yes or no ,quickly I don';t have all night..answer the question !..I stammered oh oh...what does that mean....she got very testy and said yes or no..answer me now ! she rasied her voice and those eyes bored into mine...yes! I said.

I had to admit I was a wee bit intimidated by her at this point, I really didn't want to blow this chance, so she went on......

Will you refrain from any behavior that I deem inappropriate, such as viewing pornagraphy, oggling other woman, takeing beer, watching sports and any other typical male pig behavior, most of ALL, your nasty little habit of masturbating. I sat there silent....she slammed her hand down on the table and demaned an answer..now !....y-y-y-es I said quietly...........

She then went into a sidebar about my jerking off....I will try my best to recall her exact words beacuse they were very much out of charachter for her..never heard her curse or say anything obcene..she said to me....it's been a hard job "curing" me of my womanizing, but she felt confident that she was successful..she said by my not getting "any" from ANYBODY was the right choice, but the porn thing was alot harder to break you from..you still had relapses but you're coming along ( no pun intended) nicely on that issue..but you're not going get any pussy from me or anybody else...unless I give permission and seeing as to how you're never going to get any outside this house again, consider yourself cut off indefinately because I have NO intention of giving you any pussy
anytime soon if ever...but this jerking yourself off is horrible a dirty nasty little habit..she actually giggled when she said dirty little habit. Oh yes, I know you still whack your dick off whenever you can, I've seen the evidence, the towels soiled your filthy cum and oh by the way I have something for that...but we'll get to it later.............

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My wife then went on.....I will have full control of all financial matters in this family and I will make all the major and many of the smaller decisions for us all regardless of what they may be...yes

She then continued....You will NOT ever question anything I do or any place I go or with whom.....oh oh...what does that mean?? I didn't like the "with whom" part at all....yes

I will be able to come and go as I please just as you have done all these years..no explainations, no drama no nothing,,accept or leave...your choice.......well????? I sat there and saw my life going into the cuckolds brownieter in a hurry......okay...yes..........................

I will take full control over you and the things you do, except for when you're working, I must have full control of everything you do, my terms non negotiable, do you fully understand that ?? meekly and beaten I answered yes........

okay then..she said with a smile, I've signed off, now you read and sign each line and we now have an agreement, should you break anything in this contract ( contract she said??? what the fuck??) I will immediatly move to the divorce stages, again, non negotiable. I will take these documents to the office tomorrow and have them notorized, I want you there, so that we can conclude this matter and your signature will be binding.
I thought to myself holy cuckolds brownie..she sounds like those freakin lawyers that she's been seeing and working for.

My wife then got a much softer look in her eyes and then reached across the table and took my hand in hers and simply said to me welcome home my love, Being the macho man big cop guy that I was, who would have thought that I would be so misty eyed and fetishd up that I could barely speak..but there I was, practially weeping with joy as my wife came across the table and placed her arm around my shoulder and gently stroked my hair while I wept like a baby..I can recall her cooing and talking to me like a baby, there there sweetiepie, it's okay, I'm here and everything is going to all okay, you'll see and she pressed my head into her breasts while I cried on..there there honey, let's try to be strong now, you're home now and I'll take goooood care of you, just be my good boy and everything will work out fine..........

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I felt so much better, I can't tell you how good I felt..I was HOME ! it looked like everything was gonna be a okay again and I was going to make the effort to NOT fuck this up.She and I sat in the kitchen for a few more minutes while she put all the papers away and I regained some sort of composure of myself...hell I was feeling pretty damn good now and was starting to act a bit more like myself, we even laughed and joked about the kids and a few other minor issues. At the mention of the kids, my wife said oh shoot...you better get over to my sister's place and go get them. I was a little taken back , I was actually starting to think hey, we're all alone, neither of us has had sex in years, she looks sooooo good and smells good and I bet she tastes good and I wonder what she has on under her dress.......there it goes!!! my MIND is wandering and it's only been mere minutes since I mentally vowed to behave !!!!

I gave her that ole hangdoggie look like oh shucks, do i have to go right now? She giggled and said yes you do, remember we have a contract, I say, you do, okay???..oh okay Hon, I'll be back in a few and off I went.

The drive to her sister's is about 15 minutes and all the way over there I was thinking, man she looks great and she's acting all lovey dovey again, perhaps??? just maybe, Ole daddy is gonna get a tatste tonight>> oh boy, I felt my dick stirring for what seemed like the first time in ages.

As a matter of fact my dick stirred so well, that I decided to pull over and stir that badboy dick up a little, just a few minutes, I was out of my mind with horiness and my cock was aching and I had serious blueballs, so I figured ahh what the hell, nobody will know and it'll only take a minute ( in my heydays I could jerk off for hours and cum several times and STILL want more).

So, I pulled off into a nearby shopping center parking lot, went off to the dark end and quickly released my poor dick for a quickie. I sat in my car furiously jerking that cock thinking of my wife's full blonde hairy pussy, dripping with that fine aroma waiting to get nailed hard by my cock, I even fantized about her talking all dirty, saying things like fuck me, shove your cock hard into my cunt, do it, fuck me hard,hell I went even further I thought about licking and sucking her asshole and a blowjob and cumming on her face and tits...whew..I really went at it !!! all in my mind of course and my hand. I was caught in a tough situation, I only had a few minutes to spare and I thought NO, don't cum, don't WASTE it, you may NEED this load for where it truly belongs..up her hot asshole !!! BLAMMO...I shot so hard I hit the windshield, the steering wheel was covered, the seat, my pants, my shoes even, some blasted up and caught me in my own face...christ what a MESS !!!!

I unloaded a colossal load of cum, a real nutwrenching ..this was the BIGGEST most intense load I ever shot..all just thinking of my fine sweet blonde wife at home bending over and being a good dirty little slut, asking for it in her ass....but..reality was now upon me heavily...for one thing, I had to clean this mess up...fast...and then I realized I now had a NEW jerk off dream....for the FIRST time in many many years, I intensely DESIRED my OWN wife and loved thinking of her in a way I never thought of her before....a slut, a cum junky, assfucking cocksucking slut..which is the EXACT opposite of who and what she is.........

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Well.........I got cleaned as best as I could, fired up the car and raced over to my sister in law's place to collect the kids, when I arrived my S-I-L gave me an odd look and asked me what the hell was all over my pants legs...I looked and realized , cuckolds brownie, cumstains....I told her oh I had a waterbottle on the way over, musta spilled some..I quickly called out for the kids and they ran to ole Daddy and I hauled ass outta there heading home at a repectable driving speed. I figured I was no more then like 5 minutes off time..no big deal.

When I got home, the wife had changed into her sweats again ( damn I liked that dress) but she was still made up and her hair looked great...hey could it be possible???she may perhaps want a little tonight??? oh boy !!!

after a nice family meal and playing with the kiddies..it was bedtime for them. The wife and I stayed up a while and talked. She was very sweet and acted like she used to when we were younger..she never noticed the wet stains on my pants, which had pretty much dried out by the time I got home, nor did she question what took me a little longer then usual.

After our little chatting, which was mainly her telling me to remember to come to her office tomorrow, we just kinda cuddled and even exchanged a few little kisses, strangely, I figured knowing me the way that I do, I better be careful that I don't spring a hard on, what with her kissing me and being so cute and playful and all...but so far, the dick was staying down...maybe it was a good thing I busted my nuts before...give me some staying power.

My wife then got up, and in a somehwat dramatic way ( for her anyway) she "announced" it was bedtime for Mommie and daddie and yes Honey, you will relax in OUR bed tonight..you stay right there and don't come in until I tell you...remember the contract..do as I say.....oh boy ! she didn't have to tell me twice man....I am going to really like this new arrangement !!

I sat there thinking oh boy, pussy..just a few fucking feet away..oh christ at last PUSSY..her pussy, MY wife's hairy blonde pussy...a starving man is about to fed filet mignon !!! lotsa of it !! Funny thing though, my dick wasn't busting out of my pants like usual..you'd would have thought so, but hey?? what's going on down there dude?? ahh it's because you came like a firehose before that's all, first whiff of cunt or the sight of her and it's off to the races my man ....I KNOW my dick and IT knows when it's time....

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There I was sitting there "talking" to my dick, thinking any minute now, she'll call me in, she;ll be laid out naked, legs spread wide, offering up that blondie girl candy she's got...still...nothing......then...I hear her call to me, come on in.....I got up and as I walked ( a DARED NOT run) to the bedroom, the first thing I noticed was LIGHT coming from inside....huh??
Light is on??? in ALL the years we were together until this night, she NEVER wanted lights on..she always made it a point to either turn them out or have very soft lighting...hmmmm lights........

I got to the doorway and when I looked in she was lying on the bed....obviously naked, however she was under the covers..so much for my wild fantasy about her lying naked, open for the world to see her blonde pussy, legs wide, beckoning to me...still.....as I made my way to the bed with a huge smile on my face..she said not so fast baby....I have a request.............

close and LOCK that door and be quick about it she said..I did, when I turned back around to face her, she had thrown the covers off and there in plain sight for me to see, was my wife lying on the bed sideways, naked sporting some fine ass black stockings and garter belt and tiny lacy black g string and NO bra..my eyes must have widened like I saw a ghost cause she giggled and said like what you see officer?

Did I........ cuckolds brownie yeah I LOVED what I saw..I almost jumped the three or foor steps to the bed to maul her..but she stopped my right away and said....no no no...my request, you must do as I say.............

I stood there ( drooling) and she said , go into our closet and take out your uniform, officer, I was like oh really?? she just purred her answer..yesssss officerrrrrr, I called the police for help and I'm just waiting for that big strong policeman to get here to "help me out ya know what I mean?" and she adjusted her self and opened up her legs a wee bit. I was catually stunned for a split second, like an idiot teenager who see's his first naked woman...like duh???

She told me in a very playfull voice, oh baby strip out of those clothes so Mama can get a good peek at what ya got and then get into that uniform and give me a show...( was this MY wife??? what the fuck??? NEVER has anything like this happened with us before),

So, like any other male, I did what she told me to do, I gave her a little strip show but strangely, my dick did NOT respond the way I thought it would..I could barely muster half mast at best. She laid there watching my show and when I showed the "goods" I got the distinct feeling that I saw a look of what I felt was perhaps disappoinment?? huh?? this dick should standing up and throbbing like a SOB, but it isn't..just half way..

I pranced around the room a little , more so to try to hide the fact that i wasn't hard then anything else and I then quickly proceeded to don my uniform. I almost felt relieved to have my dick back under cover of clothes..I was actually a little emabarressed and I could not shake the feeling that she seemed a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything ....yet........

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There I was , the handsome Policeman, dancing and prancing and she's enjoying the little show, she started saying things I NEVER heard her say before..like ohhhh Mr. Police-Man, you gotta a nice nightstick for me...I need your nightstick...now..please Officer..take out your nightstick and show me..I wanna see it real bad, I've been very bad and need it real bad.....ohhh officer is it big??? I just love it when they're big. That did the trick, my dick was definately getting hard...I wasted no time in pulling down the zipper and hauling it out and showing it to her.

There I stood, dressed in my uniform, standing there holding my cock out to her with a big smile on my face..I said to her in a mock voice, did you call the police M'am...making a big spectacle of it...she looked up and said well yes I did, but I was hoping they would send a real policeman, not one with a small dick..I stood frozen to the exact spot and position...did I just hear correctly..what did she just say to me??

at that very moment , my proud rod went completely limp...poof....deflated in a split second..almost like she just pointed a gun at me and said bang bang you're dead officer.....( any other cops reading this KNOWS that feeling on the street when you're facing a gun..the world stop for one split second)..I was now standing there foolishly holding a limp noodle in my hand..her lying on the bed watching my reaction, she had a wicked grin on her face... I stammered..what did you just say to me?? she said oh now calm down, I was kidding, just being in the spirit of our little game ( hearing her say the word "little" again made me whince again)..she could see that I wasn't to happy right about now and I did what ALL men say to woman when this happens....fuck you...and I ran for the door and ran to the bathroom.........

As I sat in the bathroom ( all the time my limp cock was still hanging out of the open zipper) I had an overwhelming feeling of being crushed to dust, with mere words, but crushed nonetheless..I was bouncing between being really pissed and being really hurt and upset...the hurt and upset part took over and I actually felt tears start to well in my eyes. I was numb...I cannot believe that my wife just told me I had a little dick..she looked at me like I was pathetic and there was a look of...pity in her eyes and yet there was that odd little smile on her face at the same time, like she KNEW what she was doing and it was on purpose, this was no fucking game, I think she MEANT it !!

I sat there with head in hands ( the big head not the little one) fighting back tears of rage and embarrassment..i kept repeating the scene over and over in my mind, standing there holding my 6" by 5" inch cock out to MY wife and....and..she tells me I have a small dick...fuck her..she NEVER complained before, besides what the fuck does she know, she was always practically a freaking nun, a good catholic schoolgirl who was taught sex was dirty and just how the fuck does she KNOW what's big and what's not..grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

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I stayed in the bathroom for what seemed like forever..I needed to calm down and NOT be an enraged crazy man....calm down I kept telling myself. I just could not muster off the feeling of being crushed like this...it was terrible...here I was, trying so hard to be good and do whatever it took to save my marriage, I hadn't had sex in so long it was insane...my mind was racing all over the place...I started to think about earlier this very night about jerking off in the car, my cock was soooo very big and hard, the head straining and all those veins popping and throbbing like a wild snake in my hand, those full balls and all that cum and all those filthy thoughts of my wife and then she finally does something that I would consider a real huge turn on and what happens, I can't seem to get it up and then the end all...she tells me I have small dick...and not just the words, they WAY she said it, her words rang over and over again..."I was hoping that they would send over a real policeman NOT one with a SMALL DICK.....oh lord help me what is happening to me here I was sobbing.............

To say that I was experiencing so many conflicting and confusing thoughts, my mind was sramred eggs..one minute I see myself balling some fine Puerto Rican chick in the work hood ( and she ain't complaining) and the next I see myself sitting with the good Doctor at counseling who is trying to re program my mind, then I see myself watching some porn video and balling some other chick and then getting all those blowjobs , thinking of my own wife as a slut taking it up the ass, hell I even had a fleeting thought tonight when I saw her sister, I imagined what her ass looks like... my mind flashed back over the past several years of the terribly strained home life, fucking Ms.Goody Two Shoes in there, this assinine contract bullcuckolds brownie, the possiblity of being wrecked and ruined in a divorce.....my life was a freaking mess and it seemed to have a common thread..........sex......my dick did ALL the thinking man.

I sat there forever it seemed..I did NOT want to come out and face my tormentor right about now.....and I noticed she did NOT come and try to talk or console me..my limp dick hanging out of my still unzipped pants..I looked down at that thing and for the first time..I hated the ladyfucker..you bastard...you ruined my life....woo is me...poor me I kept thinking..then I recalled what the doctor kept drumming into me,,,take control of yourself...you're penis does NOT rule you...YOU rule yourself..it's YOU..not IT....ahhh jesus H. Christ, 10 grand of therapy and here I sit all fucked up beyond any recognition or hope... it was then that I realized the wife was gently knocking on the door and trying to talk to into coming out...............

I finally got a grip of myself and I opened the door and there she stood, now dressed in her normal PJs..she looked at me and damn if I didn't catch that look of "you poor little dicked fool" look in her eyes..she just calmly and quietly asked me to come out and come sit and talk with..it's okay, just come out and talk......

I told her okay give me a second..I put that little shriveled bastard away and composed myself and just tried my best not too look and act like I was crushed beyond any repair or hope.

I sat with her and just let her talk first..she told me that what she said wasn't meant to viscous or mean and that was very sorry I became so upset, she said she was just in the spirit of play and then she handed some bullcuckolds brownie like , well it has been so long since I last saw your PENIS ( no calling a dick or cock now I guess) that somehow I remembered it being bigger, oh but hey sweetheart, I didn't mean anything bad...she said something to the effect of she always remembered that it FELT big and she really didn't see it that much and her imagination may have played a trick on her, that's all....

This was definately NOT helping me at all...I said to her oh so, because you hardly ever saw it, you only felt it in you, that you IMAGINED that seeing it would be that different? she said well yes, in my mind I thought it would be bigger, but please sweetheart, it was really because you weren't realy hard, were you? I mean it wasn't fully erect right?? Right??
She sounded like she was almost pleading for me to tell her oh no Honey Buns, it gets alot bigger, hell 10 inches..tear your hole to shreads..my mind was racing again...I had to tell her no my dear..when you said I have a small cock, I was FULLY hard, not semi erect, so you can now stop trying to patronize me .

to be cont.............

This was simply, the worst night of my life...my wife went a long way to destroying my manhood..all so easily and quickly, but was realy that fast or did this play out over time??

My wife and I avoided talking about this subject for some time, months in fact and yes I did get my signature notorized at her office, a beaten man walking in BEHIND her while she handed the paperwork to of all things a very young female at her office who read and re-read everything and it seemed she took a delight in having me go through it all with her and making sure I was clear on all points and the two of them talked and giggled with each other the whole damn time, making me go sit in the waiting area.

What I did find out was that I was found out about the little car episode from that night...by TWO different people as a matter of fact. It seems my S-I-L was very suspicious of those stains on my pants and what really shocked and suprised me was that my wife confided in her about everything that went on over the years, the sex addictions, the works, the small dick stuff...all of it..that night , my wife got a call from her sister who told her that i got there, all red faced and had what she definately thought was semen all over my clothes, my pants, the bottom of my jacket and even the shoes, plus some friend of my wife's saw me go park in the lot and wondered why I would just pull in and sit there for a few minutes and the all the sudden I started to frantically move around inside my car..this women did NOT SEE anything, but once my wife had the info from these two women, well, she's pretty smart ya know, doesn't take alot to figure when you have a sex addict, what that addict may be doing.

My wife later told me that instead of being angry, she decided that she was going to have , in her words...."break me" she said she was going to break me completely and then do whatever she had to do to finish the job, short of the divorce. She finally admitted a few other things to me..
not all at once but over time, the first asskicker was I KNEWshe wasn't a virgin when we were dating and got married..she never talked of past BFs and such and refused to talk about sex or anything "dirty"....all these years later she decided it was time....she told me she had 6 different boyfriends from the time she was in her teens until we got together,
she said all but one of them were nothing special and NO she did have sex with ALL of them...just 3....she said the first two were okay, they had average sized cocks, like mine, then she said while in college, she met a guy named Lenny who had a 9 inch cock and was very thick, with a very big head on it and big balls, she said she was actually almost afraid of it it was so big. She told me he was very good with her and didn't hurt her too much but the thing that put way over the top was that she seemed to enjoy the big cock but KNEW Lenny was no good, he had lotsa of other GFs and would never make a suitable husband and man and she then said she KNEW it was best to find a husband that didn't think his cock was the prized possesion of the world....she laughed when she said that, she who would have thought that even you small dicked guys are all the same as the big boys in the way you all act and think....

During the final 2 years that we were married, everything was way way different, my wife had her career and the kids got older and so did I.
My wife dominated the marriage and did whatever she pleased, when she pleased, with whoever she pleased, just like she said in the contract
It was also during this period that my wife, being the woman of the world that she became, found a handy little device called a CB2000 that she heard about from some female co worker.

My wife decided to cage my poor dick and she kept that key around her neck, wore like a charm or something. This was a big help to her in controlling my sexual drives, desires and behavior, this as well as being cutoff for what amounted to the final 5 years of our marriage..5 years!!!
2 of them caged. Many was the time when I was home alone and would try desperately to get the fucking thing open without breaking it or hurting myself..no good, she ALWAYS inspected it to MAKE sure I didn't try anything, as she used to say "stupid". She even made me wear it to work, I was very very afraid that I could get injured or something at work, be taken to an ER room and be found out. With a few rare exceptions, I had that CB2000 on for 2 years and got so used to it that I sometimes forgot I even had it on.

Well....this has been a 12 entry posting...I know it was very long and I thank anybody who enjoyed reading this, it's all true and I will continue with more of my experiences, yes there is lots more to this and man oh man believe me when I tell you..my ex became the freaking BOSS and to this day, even though we are now divorced..she still has some control, although most of it has come and gone, she did succeed in breaking me..said now I've made you useful to some other woman..she laughed, saying that she did all the heavy lifting and some other broad is going to come alonmg and reap the benefits..there's no justice.............Thanks ShtDick

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shtdick: Did she ever cuckold you in those 5 years?

Continuing with my story...........Vol92 asks did she cuck me and the answer to that was yes indeed she sure did.The wife didn't start right off the bat cucking me but did it in a slow process..her first goal was to cut me off, which she easily acomplished, her next goal was to break me of my porn and sex addictions and then she went onto controlling my jerking off habits which eventually led to being caged in a CB2000.

Through her over all actions, with the threat ( a very REAL threat) of divorce and ruination hanging over my head, she easily took the dominant role in the marriage and little by little over time she changed in so many ways I could never imagine, and I surely changed as a result.

After she locked my dick up, she began to realize that now that she had me where she wanted me, she began to slowly explore her sexual desires and expand her boundries.

During the last 2 years we were married, other then being allowed to work, I was basically turned into a "househusband"..she very cleverly reversed our roles as husband and wife. The wife began to go out more often, especially during the week at first, after work, she had a whole new circle of friends and aquaintances, most of whom I did not get to meet. This was EXACTLY how I used to be before all this trouble started..
it was always ME who used to go out after work, come late and grumble some BS excuse of working late, etc...and my wife never knew all my buddies or got to go to the places I went to, I basically came and went as I pleased, claiming it be to the MAN'S right,,I provide, I risk my life, I'll do what I want and not explain anything.....well..............She gave it all back to me in spades...

to be cont...............

I was well into my 3rd year of celebacy...still no sex....most of the time locked securely in the CB2000. needless to say I was nearly insane with horiness, but with no real way of getting off, my sex drive started to wane and along with the normal aging process, sex wasn't in the forefront of mind damn near 24 and 7 like it once was. I guess in her eyes I was well on the road to being "cured".

I couldn't for the life of me figure out why she wasn't having or needing any sex during this time frame, I mean this was a good looking woman, who by now, started to really pay close attention to her appearance and her attitude had changed to a more confident position, so I was at a total loss as to how and why she didn't seem to mind being celebate herself.

Every once in a while, perhaps once or twice a month, she would release me from the cage, telling she would monitor me very closely to see how I act and react..she made SURE never to release me unless I was under her direct supervision, so NO chance of sneaking away for a quick jerk off or better yet a fast run to the work hood for a quickie with one of my old ghetto gals or perhaps a needy, neglected housewife somewhere, all my old favorites and never fail situations. She was smart about the releases....made sure the old man didn';t fly the coop and get loose in a hen house..always at home, always with her there and always in a "controlled" situation, meaning, nothing sexual would occur, almost like a freaking scientific study this one was conducting and I was the subject.

An example of a "release" would go like this....it would be after the kids went to bed, the wife would tell me to come into the bedroom and she would take her seat at the edge of the bed, fully clothed of course. She would then "instruct" me to disrobe and then she would take the key off her neck and unlock the small metal lock and then tell me to take the cage off. She would usually take the lock and inspect closely to make sure iwasn't tampering with it and then she would check the pieces of the cage ( it comes apart when not being worn) and inspect those parts for tampering also. When she was satisfied that all was well..she then give me my instructions...

She would tell me that I have 24 hours of release and that under No circumstances can I leave the house while loose, under No circumstances am I to be alone for any extended period of time while loose. If I use the bathroom, NO locking the door and lastly, while loose , I would be permitted to relax in the bed with her with the understanding that there will be NO sex, rubbing, touching, sheet/pillow humping, poking her while relaxing ( god forbid) no nothing, if I didn't follow these rules, it was back to the couch or some other form of punishment, which by now, I obviously wanted avoid at all costs.

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I would be standing there , naked, in front of her while she inspected the cage and gave her instructions. It never failed for her to make comments about my dick too, many times she would say, ya know, I can';t really tell but I swear your dick looks like it's even smaller then I remember.
She KNEW this bothered my terribly and she took a nasty delight in saying these things, but I always stood there and took it cause I knew what my reward would be....yes she learned how to play the game of be a good boy and you'll get a reward, like a dog.

My reward during these releases would usually be for her to sort of tease me, get me hard, let my cock drool a gallon of pre cum, even let me take a few strokes ( she NEVER touched me or it) but never, ever could I do anything to cum..notta nope, not now or anyday..just some teasing and then a trip to the bathroom, with her in the lead and BAM..a cold shower..she would stand at the shower stall and tell me to soak myself but good in cold water and you know the results of that..instant droop, cold water "shrinkage"..she told me did this to test my endurance and will power as well as to make sure I had NO release at all..then back to the bedroom for some "talking" ...........

She would not let me dress or put any clothes on and we would lie on the bed and she would begin these talks with how she thought I was progressing...some times she would commend me for being well behaved, other times she would scold me for being too weak, as in getting semi hard or even fully hard while released and many times she would start telling me stories about some of what her girlfriends were up to and the crazy things they did and of course she always seemed to mention her old BF Lenny from college who had a 9 inch dick and knew how to use it. This can drive a guy absolutely crazy with lust, but I knew if I fucked up, I would be in for hell.

Her conversation about her work friends started off kinda vanilla and then she started to embellish the stories with a more sexual overtone, like one woman who was married ,was, like me, a sex addict, who just could not keep her legs closed and fucked everything that walked anywhere any time...hearing her say the word "fuck" was a whole NEW experience for both of us.I needed all my strength to almost block out what she was saying less I get hard and fuck everything up.She was getting very good at this strange teasing thing, these "talks" were getting more and more graphic and down right hot.

She also told me about that young girl from her office, the one who notorized our contract, she told me that she is now some kind of mentor to this girl, this young girl thinks my wife is superwoman and is always asking her about how I'm doing and asking for lesmisters and tips about handling her own BF, which my wife told, she was only too happy to give to her. She told me that she told this girl, the first step is to be vulgarly honest with him about his cock, if he doesn't measure up to her standards, TELL HIM SO, don't be afriad to be honest, if he's clumsy or selfish in bed..LET HIM KNOW IMMEDIATLY..cut him off if you must, make him learn to be better, show him how if you must and if still can't cut it, get rid of him....sheesh ,I thought while she was telling this, that is vulgar, downright mean, sadistic even...hell, fuckin scary if ya ask me.....

She would talk about her friends or us or my progress, but NEVER did she talk about her own needs or desires or fantasies..if she saw she was getting to me and I started to squirm or try to hide my hardening dick, I would get threatened with the cage and the couch..or as she took to calling it...you'll get some "C & C" time for that Mister..after a few of these talks, I was convinced she was intentionally trying to drive me totally insane, perhaps that was her true plan, make me a raving lunatic and have me committed..get rid of me the easiest way possible..have the authorities come and hual me way to the looney bin, babbling like an idiot.

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When she decided she was through with our little talk therapy, she would then announce it was my bedtime ( like a kid for christ sake). At first she would tell me I can stay naked but NO hanky panky, but she was always clothed and never did she change in front of me, always to the bathroom and come back in her PJs...hell I can;t remember the last time I saw her even semi naked.

I would usually make through the night okay, I'm sure I had plenty of wet dreams and boy did I sneak a few sheet humps, but it was the morning that caused me trouble without fail...always that morning hard on, hard and stiff like steele and some fine blonde pussy just a few inches away..oh my gawd...it was HELL..there were times I was convinced I could SMELL that pussy and this only made matters worse, my mind would race with all those nasty thoughts going on..hmmmm hey man, you can just reach out and place the head at the crack of her ass while she's relaxing and get a cheap thrill...hehehehe maybe take a quick peek into the back of those jammies..but then I quickly remembered what a light relaxer she is and never chanced anything so dumb.

I have to tell you all, that it felt wonderful to spend all sunday free and easy, no cage, all day and evening..just like old times..just like a....real....man...ohhhhhh god the memories....but, like always, Sunday night would roll around on what she called "Release weekend" and that night I would present myself naked as usual in front of and she would produce the cage, the lock and instruct me to lock myself up all over again..she took great delight in snapping that lock shut..that would be the closest she would come to actually touching me...that sound...click..snap..see ya....

I would go several weeks locked and I was actually okay while locked, I could kind of control myself, cause it would get mighty uncomfortable getting hard in that thing, sometimes I couldn;t help it and my dick would squeeze in that thing and then I learned to kind of adjust myself a bit and it wasn't too bad, I even found a way to manipulate the head of my cock or work the base and balls and get some damn good feelings going on down there, I even had a few minor cums out of this technique, but they weren't the same as good old fashioned whacking off or sucking and fucking..I was forgetting what that all felt like, just memerios now, but still GOOD memories.

I also learned to be super duper careful about my little cage experements, less I be busted by her, never did a day pass without an inspection from her, either before I left for work or after I got home or sometimes, just like my old Marine Corps days, a suprise inspection just to keep me on my toes. So i became super savvy and downright sneaky little bastard that I am, I found ways to defeat that cage, nothing heavy, but I did find ways to get half relief anyway, so my moods were much better and as far as I knew, she was none the wiser. Hell, she actually started to compliment me sometimes on how nice I was and how considerate I've become and what great progress we were making...my best days always occurred on the days I defeated the cage..I'd be happy as lark, humming and singing while doing housework after a long day playing cops and robbers, cooking and cleaning up after the kids...all because I got some relief...on the days that I didn't try anything, i was back to being a little edgy and moody but not too bad, but there was a difference that could be detected if I wasn't careful.

Being at work was the toughest,,I was in MY world now,,not a place for kiddies and wives and housework and broken spirited men, but I was ALWAYS aware of that fucking cage and always in dire fear I'd be found out..I mean how the fuck do you explain to a squad room full of tough cops both male and especially the female cops, oh well, guys, my wifey locked my dick up cause I can't control myself and because she's my REAL boss I have to do whatever she says...oh cuckolds brownie..I might as well run to the locker room clean out my cuckolds brownie and runaway and never come back.

It was especially tough during the summer months, you wear less clothes and changing into uniform in the locker room was especially a delicate situation and forget a good shower..out of the fucking question.
I did take some ribbing from the guys, hey man, you stink like cuckolds brownie , get in that fucking shower now or we'll do it for you...OH MY FUCKIN GAWD!!! I could never let that happen..NEVER !!! or the worst was when the guys would say those magical words which were once so thrilling for me to hear...Hey , we're "stopping" man, ain't you coming, there's gonna be broads there lookin for cop cock..ahhhhh...did I love "stopping" which in cop talk means going out, "bouncing" bar hopping looking for a good time, which was really getting laid or at the least a good blowjob, then run back to suburbia and home..a good day in a cop's life...now don't misunderstand me..NOT ALL cops act this way, hell most don';t but this ONE did and many of the single or unhappily married ones, including the gals do this.It;s a tough job and one needs to blowoff the steam.

I would always jokingly refuse and pass on "stopping" and sometimes I'd get cuckolds brownie from the guys, after all I was KING of the Stopping crowd for years and I mean KING. The guys eventually stopped pestering me when they realized I had trouble at home and was trying to "do the right thing"
They all knew I was having a rough time and like the brothers and sisters that they all were, they respected my wishes and even rooted for me to come out okay...boy I miss and love 'em all..they were and still are the BEST.

While working, it was inevitable that I'd occassionally run into one of my past conquests in the hood and boy was that tough to see all that fine pussy and ass, all very available to this fine handsome officer, even my partner was rather suprised at how I changed..he told me he thought he'd NEVER see the day I turned some fine pussy..but alas those days were over and that fucking plastic monster between legs caging my cock would never let forget they were all over.

I learned to cope pretty well and not a day passed for the next 2 years that I didn';t have the cage on and thank my lucky stars or God or whoever..I did not get hurt or badly injured or knocked out and wake up in an ER with a pretty nurse a doctor and half the station standing there wondering what the fuck is that on his dick?? My wife NEVER let me go to work "loose"..never !She knew I could relapse get weakened and then fuck everything up for good.

more to come.........

When I'd get home, the "great change" who occur..I'd turn into a somewhat meek, docile type of ....what could I say??...a ...wimp I guess.....yes dear, okay Hun, right away Babe..I did all this figuring, I'd get back into good standing and everything would eventually return to normal..I hope...The wife had other ideas.............

The first time that i recall things were definately changing and NOT in MY favor, was, I got home from a day shift, the kids were at grandma's and I figured hmmmm okay she'll get home at about 6 ( a little over an hour of free time for Daddy-o) I did some wash like her note said and strangely there was nothing about cooking dinner, I knew the kids were going to be at their granny's for the night, so i figured, maybe we're going out and she just didn't say so in her note. Fuck it, I'll do the wash and wait for her to get home....I even got a little dick head massge from myself through the cage to take my edge off and was almost able to dribble out a load..it was enough to ease me up and then i started to wonder where she was...6 o'clock came and went, 7, then 8, then 9 and now I was getting worried,,really worried.

by 9 30 I was really worried and getting angry..no call, no nothing, i tried her cell a dozen times, the message..always the message..the party you are.....blah blah blah....fuck man where the hell is she??? Finally I had enough, I went to the garage and fired up the daddy-mobile and did what all husbands do...I went looking for her....a cross between sick with worry and rage.

I drove over to her office and immediatly saw that her car was NOT there, the place was empty and dark..nobody but a cleaning staff there..I went in and asked a cleaner where everybody was and this woman looked at me like I was crazy..all go home..nighttime Meester..no here.

Shit cuckolds brownie cuckolds brownie...where the fuck is she?? I couldn't even think of where she could possibly be, I knew NONE of friends, nor did I have an idea where she might go for a take or something after work and besides, she rarely drank..I drove a round the area, one hand on the wheel the other clutching cell waiting for a call in between speeddialing her like mad..nothing....it was going on 11 pm now and I was cuckolds brownieting bricks with worry..not really mad anymore just wrung out with worry.

I finally let my police training take me over, I calmly drove to the two area hospitals and using my ID cut through the ER BS and inquired if perhaps my wife was an accident victim and has been either admitted or in the ER...no good nothing...whewww I was relieved but still very worried. I kept calling her, nothing, nothing incoming for me either...

it was after midnight when I decided the best place to go was homebase..go home and maybe there's a home phone message or maybe she's home and just kept her cell off...go home man..go now....

As soon as I turned the corner I could see her car in the driveway !! Oh thank god, she's home safe..oh thank you lord, I was sooo relieved she was home, I pulled out and RAN into the house, calling her name. She responded by telling me I'm in here..the bathroom..she came out with a look on her face like what';t the big deal, what's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost, you're sweating and dishevelled..you okay??

I stood there and felt the rage build and I said to her... well..where the hell have you been? what the fuck happened, tell me now...she just stood for second gave a me a weird look, rolled her eyes, turned around and went into the bedroom saying nothing more then..."OUT" I ran after her and said What?? she then turned back a round and said first of all stop talking to me like that who do you think you're talking to..stop yelling and do stop cursing..I said I was OUT..you hear me I was OUT and now I'm not...go relax on the couch asshole and she turned and shut the door and locked it.

I stood there speechless..what was I going to do now,,she was MIA and didn't bother to explain anything and the fucking one word answer was still burning my ears...OUT..what the fuck does that mean...OUT? she never goes out without saying so and never has she ever done anything even resembling something this irresponisble..cuckolds brownie..she starting to act like....dare I say or dare even more to think it??....she acting like...ME !!!! like I used act..same cuckolds brownie different permister...oh noooo..this cannot be happening..she's becoming me and I'm becoming her..oh no holy cuckolds brownie...this isn't real !! and if she's becoming me..does that mean??? does that mean she may be doing something like I used to do??? Is this why she isn't sex hungry?? she's getting outside help man! I fucking knew it..I am a fool capitol letters F O O L..this bitch has played but good I was enraged!

I tried to knock on the door, her response was leave me alone and go to bed I have nothing to talk about now..she said she was too tired and had to get up early had no time for as she called it "this assinine Bullcuckolds brownie" another phrase I don't recall being a favorite of her's.

I realized I was getting nowhere and being so much more docile then I once was..I did as she said..I hit the couch but instead of relaxing, my mind wandered and my thoughts turned to what did she do, where was she and with whom?? and then like a thunderclap...my mind registered this thought.....I NOW KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE..i did this to her a million times over the years exactly the same thing,,she even mimicked my famous one word grunts and blow offs...no time for bullcuckolds brownie..too tired, work early...oh christ what has happened here ?

I did not relax a wink..I couldn't , my mind was on fire..I laid there thinking what had happened..she somehow got leverage over me, used it well..too well, made a fool out of me. I figured first things first, I got up and went into the kitchen and got my small tool set out....first thing to do...get RID of this fucking cage ! I jail broke my primisterer and suddenly felt strong again !!If my dick could talk it would have said free, free, free at last. I threw that thing on the floor and crushed it under my foot..good ridence you fuckhead..bye bye...threw the lock on the table..gone baby.

I was almost beside myself with anger..I started to figure out my next move.....I sat thinking and waited...waited for 7 am to arrive, we both had to work and she usually got up first..I'll just sit here in the dark and wait.....wait for her to get up and this time..there is no escape for her, I ain't letting it go...I no longer care what the consequences may or will be.

7 am came and I heard the alarm ring, she got up and headed to the kitchen first.....I knew she'd do this..start coffee and hit the head next.
I made sure that the FIRST thing she saw was MR.CB2000 smashed to smitherines. I heard her go into the kitchen and figured I'd wait a few seconds, for effect, then "join her' for coffee hehehehehehehe....

Before I had the chance to get up and head to the kitchen..the first thing I heard was her shrill voice.....Get up and get the FUCK in here you ASSHOLE !!! Oh you FUCKING BASTARD..you...you COCKSUCKER !!! ( I was a liitle stunned then smiled at hearing my lil wifey using this language) I then slowly walked into the kitchen and saw her standing there holding the remains of the CB , as soon a she saw me she THREW the thing at me !! She missed and I just smiled a crooked grin and folded my arms and said you called?

Now she was the one who was enraged and I was standing there confidently , calmly waiting to say what I was going to say, but I wanted to hear her rant some more, after all,I kinda liked the way she used such terrible profanity...good thing the kids weren't here to hear mommie's potty mouth .

Her eyes were the size of suacers, her face red with rage, she stammered a bit then with a raised voice said..you filthy cocksucker ladyfucker how dare you, who told you you could do this?? I do NOT recall telling you to remove your cage, you bastard !! ( I was loving this)
Well now asshole you're going to pay and I mean PAY dearly..you're fucking finnished around here..she was starting to loose her control even more, she swept the lock off the table and screamed at me now...you have no fucking idea what you have done here..cocksucker ( theres' my favorite words again hehehehe).

I stood there and then said oh excuse me your highness, may this poor cocksucker have your permission to speak? this only made her get more angry if that was possible...I said to her, do you recall last night dear wife? ( I was being purposely sarcastic) she snapped back what about it...I said well....don't you think, that perhaps you owe me an explaination ? that did it she charged at me and actually started to try to hit me, I easily sidestepped her and down she went all by herself, never touched her thank god. She hit the floor pretty hard and when she came up her nose was reding...I stopped fucking around and helped her up and took her to the bathroom and took care of her nose, which turned out to NOT be broken

She was out of control angry telling don't fucking touch me get the fuck away from me you assaulted me and I'm calling the police..you're finnished asshole. I said to her well since you will effectively cost me my job, I guess you better file those divorce papers fast, cause there won't be much left after this, know what i mean? Hell I might even wind with a jail sentence, they don't like when cops break the law, ya know..they make examples outta 'em and I have no idea what your young support and alimony would be, let's see oh I know...NOTHING..and the pension...poof gone, they don't give primisterers who've been fired pensions, ya know? So go ahead and call..I'll just go and get dressed and wait for the inevitable....

I added.. make sure you bring the kids upstate to see their dear daddy once in a while okay....I walked off no longer giving a cuckolds brownie....but then I just had to know......

I asked her again, about last night...where were you, I mean seeing as I'm going to primister and our lives are done as we knew them, you could at least give either yourself or me some satisfaction with telling me....

She stood defiant looking and then said I was out okay, just out and it's really none of your business, but since you insist, why don't we go sit in the livingroom and I'll tell, seeing as you're the one who is dying to know..

I sat down and she stood close by, arms folded across her chest, tissue dabbing her nose..she began with saying that a few of the girls like going out on Thursday nights and they hit a strip club across town..this place does a Thursday night special..Ladies Nights..no men allowed..just the girls. She said they have male dancers there and the girls from work have been after her to go with them but she said she always turned them down, until recently, like a few months ago...I sat listening, I did not want to interrupt her.....she went to say that if I recall, over the past few months did I notice that she would get home on Thursday nights about 8 pm? which of course I now recalled, yeah that's right, you told me that Thursday was you schedule change, you start later and finish at 8..you worked from noon to 8..go on....

She then said well I've got news for you buddyboy...I haven't WORKED a Thursday since three months ago...I have that day OFF, but I'd leave here all dressed for work and all and I did it at first to just get a free day, get away from all of you, you the kids, this house, everything...MY DAY...mine only nobody else was going to interfere with MY day. Sometimes, especially when you did day shifts and the kids went to school, I'd come back home and hang around, then leave before everyone returned. You never knew and I made sure it was NONE of YOUR business. I sat there alot less sarcastic feeling now and actually started to feel a little bit sad and unhappy..I thought she was a bit strung out with stress and all this BS I put her through and for a fleeting second or two, started to sympathize with her...no stop that....don't think that way, you're playing into her again, she could be manipulating me again....

I thought to myself, watch it, she's sharp and she knows what she's doing, this can be all an act, she is a master at turning the tables... here I am, back in the position of power and she gets me to feel sorry for her and then I slide back down to second banana all over again.

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My wife continued to tell me that she finally gave into the girls from work and decided she deserved a little girls night out entertainment and she felt there was nothing wrong with that. I figured well this isn't so bad is it?
She went on to say that she really enjoyed the club and the fun she had with the girls, even though she really didn't take much, just 2 takes to be social...okay I figured, that is definately HER for sure...Ms. Goodie Goodie.......go on I say......she says. well last night I had a few more takes and I got kinda plastered ya know, not bad, but tipsy, too much to drive...oh christ I thought..oh my goodness, this is NOT a bad thing here..I started to feel terrible...go on......she said well somewhere around 8 30 or so , I wanted to go home, but the girls teased me and said no way they have Hugo performing tonight and you gotta see this guy..he doesn't come on until like 10, we aren't going anywhere, leave if you want but we're staying..My wife said she was tipsy and felt she better stay a bit and stop takeing and sober up before she could leave.

She told me well the girls had other ideas, they were partying hard and having a ball, flirting and dancing with the guys and such and she hung around watching and waiting to get sobered up..finally one of the girls * the office slut I told you about) started to get on her and somehow convinced her to have a few more shots and takes and not to worry, they'll get her home..one way or the other, she said I'll call my husband and I'll have him drive you home if need be..relax and enjoy and wait until Hugo gets up there ...she said they all made a big deal out of Hugo and this cannot be missed..so she figured what the hell....

I had to stop her here and ask, what about a phone call ya know?? she answered that she didn't have her cell on her, she actually left it home and I asked, a payphone, using one of the girl's phones??? maybe, ya know, one call?? she replied, look who's talking, .......what could I say to that? I'd done that to her so many times we lost count.

She continued.....10 o'clock rolled around and this guy Hugo came out and the place went nuts, all the girls went crazy, he did his thing and it took me forever to get my friend to call her husband to help me home, finally he arrived and he drove my car with me in it here, and I called a cab for him and he left, then about 15 minutes later you showed here..that's it..I didn;t do anything bad or wrong, just hung out with my friends had a little fun a too many takes and you gave me all that crap and now all this.......oh my ...what have you done, why did you do all this, it's all you're fault, if you had treated me better and acted like a husband and took care of me I'd have never had to turn this all around back at you..but in the end it was always you and not me..you dug your own grave...with that she walked away and headed for the bathroom.....

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Ohhh Brother..did I feel like a true cuckolds browniehead heel..her explaination was damn reamisterable to me, other then phone call part I wasn't too upset at what she had just told me, lord knows, what do they say?? what goes around comes around..I'd done it so many times...sheesh....I better go talk to her and see where we really stand right now.....

I did talk to her and I told sincerely, hey look, you're right, I wasn't correct here, my bad Honey..I never realized that you need some down time from all this..all I can say is that I'm trully sorry and I just want to know where we stand..she looked at me and then said, well you broke the CB and made your bed doing it.. I warned you constantly and you got all smug amd smart assed..how can I possibly allow you out of here loose?
I KNOW you, you're a fucking ( there's that word again") womanizer, a sex freak and wanderer and being loose is only going to re encourage your bad behavior, the doctor warned me that this may never be cured.

All I could think to say was something pretty dumb like..I really don't need the CB anymore anyway, I hardly get hard ( no pun heheheh) anymore anyway, I don't always think of sex, I haven't seen any porn or pussy or anything in so long I have almost forgotten it all.,. I mean you KNOW the computer is clean, you search my car and all my known hiding places, you have had me followed ( with that statement she shot me a hard look), yes honey, you had me followed and I passed the tests didn't I??? I never tried to jail break my cock from the CB ( I lied heheheheh)
I did everything you told me to do..I broke it cause I was angry, hurt and upset, not because I WANTED to, can you understand that?

Her look softened a bit and she said something like well yeah I guess so, I started to think for a second, oh man I think i did it, I think she may give in and let it go... she then said..can it be repaired, like right now??
( ahhh cuckolds brownie I thought, she ain't giving it up) I told her let's go see..it was hopeless, I really destroyed the fucker but good, the lock was nothing, can always get another almost anywhere, but the CB was beyond all hope. She looked at it then me, then it , and back to me....she said nothing, like her mind was deep in thought..then finally she said, well...okay, you can go to work, but I'm telling you I'm ordering a new one, they have newer models, better ones and you're getting a new one
as soon as possible, I can't risk having you running around loose out of my sight..just too damn risky, don't see any other alternative, do you? I quickly stated my viewpoint, well yes I do, I don't need it anymore, I'm trained I swear to my youngren I am..my sex drive is low, I don't think sex all the time and it's done it's intended job, but how about giving me some loose time sorta like a test, how about that? if I'm good, can we foget the new CB?? she thought about that and I could almost hear her mentally weighing the deal here..finally she said, well until the new arrives, you're loose Buddy, behave or suffer the consequences.

With that decision being made, we kissed and hugged and I again told her I was sorry and I added that Thursdays are all her's she can do whatever, whenever, with whom ever just like she wants it..hell we even joked a bit and she then she said oh by the way...Hugo.....they really should call that guy HUGE-O,, oh my god he's like got a dick they said was 13 inches hard and oh my it was so thick..he was a freak of some kind..he was ugly but he has some cock on him, just like a horse or something. She walked into the bathroom humming a tune to get ready for work while I stood there a moment absorbing what she just said, in such a sing mistergy way...HUGE-O, 13 inches....hard.....thick.....ugly...hung...horse.... these words floated across my mind..but hey we cleared the air, I'm loose and she seems pretty happy right now, redy nose and all, busted CB...with all this happening in such a small space of time..I better not look a gift horse in the mouth........oh lord...my mind is wandering...horse.......mouth...hung.....huge......13 inches...hard...thick....mouth....blowjob.....stop it asshole...stop thinking that.....................

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She had me by the balls literally and the face and hair and was out of her mind..finally I had to do something, I figured I better overpower her and end this right now....the first thing I did was use my strong grip to pry her off my balls...we had a struggle for control of My balls, everytime I tried she resisted and it was a tug of war, finally I said fuck it and really got her hard by her wrist and yanked with alot of strenght..there! free! but not before one of her nails caught my scrotum but good, I was reding..she cut me ! I pulled away from her and ripped her hand off my face and she tried to grab me back by pulling my hair...I got loose and when I tried to jump off the bed, I turned back to see where she was and then whammo...lights out ....I never saw it coming..she knocked me out cold....she caught me in the side of my head, closed fist..bam..I never got hit so hard in my life..no MAN ever hit me like that..It felt like Ali got me..( I now knew how Joe Frazier felt )..I crumred to the floor like a sack of used cuckolds brownie.

To this day I have no idea how long I was out, but when I came to very groggily, I was still on the floor and the pain..oh christ the pain..my head felt like I was hit by a train..jesus christ what's all this wet cuckolds brownie on my face and my mouth ?? I put my hand up to my mouth and felt my chin and mouth..didn't hurt, nope, not red..what the fuck is this cuckolds brownie...it clear like fluid..I tasted it and it tasted like salt water..huh?? it was all over my chin and some on my chest and ewww now I can taste whatever this cuckolds brownie is my mouth..I started to spit out and was still groggy and then I tried to get up, but I slumped down again...

Then I felt the pain down below..that's right ! my scrotum, she cut my sack pretty good, I looked down and the shock and horror registered immediatley...what the FUCK ????!!!!! Jesus Christ !!! I was clad in a pair of her panties !!!!!! fucking cuckolds brownie,,what the fuck??!!!! and the crotch is redy !!!! I lost my mind with fear...I was afraid to reach down..oh god no..she cut my balls off..oh dear lord NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!........thankful heavens when I placed my hand inside the fucking panties, the old boys were BOTH still there whewwwwwwwwwww..I examined the cut and it was nasty looking and it started to sting pretty bad, the red stopped and i had a nasty little gash but there were where they were supposed to be thank god......

I quickly looked around the bedroom to see if my assailant was anywhere nearby waiting to ambush me again ( I was now back In the USMC and/or the street at work) I quickly visually scanned the area..all clear..enemy not sighted....look listen sniff...be alert...my senses were way way up..I was in a combat mode..okay the coast is clear..she isn't anywhere in here for sure.....I got up weakly, shook my head out and the first thing I did was rip those fucking panties off.. i grabbed a PJ bottom and then it hit me...my fucking GUN, where is my piece ??!!! Oh cuckolds brownie it better where it's supposed to be.....I went and checked ./..yep, there like it should be ( unloaded of course)...I slowly appraoched the bedroom door, which was closed..I stopped and listened at the door...no signs of anything so far..I got down and looked under the crack and saw light.

I slowly opened the door and peeked around, i could see everything in the hall the lights were on, I walked down and checked the bathroom..okay...the kids rooms..check..both there and sound arelax..so far so good, time to head downstairs....take it easy Bro..take it slow and easy..we have an emotionally disturbed permister on our hands ...watch it....

When I got downstairs, I checked the kitchen first and ther she was.....
she was sitting at the table takeing a water bottle, looking like hell..puffy eyed, hair tangled and messed up, wearing her robe, with one hand clutching the throat part. I stopped before going in and let her se me..she looked up and waved a hand at me like....leave me alone....

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On the drive home, I kept thinking about the party..it was wierd..I took notice of the fact all the men that were older, like the senior guys at the firm all had these much younger women hanging onto them and the funniest part was the direct opposite, alot of older women had young guys, what a scene....well i guess it's that way in the corporate world..I was from the blue collar civil service world and this was a whole new ballgame to me. My wife was very much at ease and had an obvious comfort level, this was HER world and she fit in very well from what I could see...good for her.....

My thoughts then went to on to a more serious subject...James.....I was NOT thrilled with James, as a matter of fact I already was developing a dislike for him and damn if I just met him...I sure didn't like that look he gave me, he squeezed the cuckolds brownie out of my hand on purpose I'm sure and that cat eating grin and little bow....what a crock of crap...

The absolute worst part was the way my wife was all over him..Jeez, she has about 12 years on him and I sure did notice the sparkle in her eyes, but then again she did tell me, after all ,what was actually doing..I almost forgot how cunning and smart and manipulative she can be..she did say she had an ulterior motive and that WE ( I like when she said WE) would benefit and in the end, it really wasn't my business anymore now was it...she was free to do whatever, with whom ever where ever, right? same with me....ahh try to get past it will ya I thought to myself.

The rest of that night I kept flashing back to the scene of the party, my wife kissing that gigantic black guy...why did he have to be black?? I mean , being a cop, I deal with blacks all the time, she had little to no contact with black folk, but me?? I was always around blacks and believe it or not, I was no near as prejudiced as many of my peers, but still..it bothered me that this black man had a very LARGE interest in my soon to be ex wife and she seemed to enjoy the attention. That kiss was all too REAL......ahhh lights my boy go to relax..............

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My wife went on to explain, she first became involved in a project about a year ago ( we were still married and living together and I had NO idea all this was happening)..she said this was a project directly related to the Atlanta office and it was a biggie, real important, a huge lawsuit that had to be won, no ifs ands or buts and the project was being handled permisterally by James, the Atlanta chief of operations because it was sooo very critical...she said it was her job to do all the research and preperation and leg work and basically bring the whole thing together..this was a career maker she called it...anyway..it all worked out, they won, James was the BIG hero and she got a ton of recognition and was so very thrilled and impressed that James flew to New York to see her and the Big Boss permisterally to give her the full credit for an outstanding job. That's when she first met him in permister.

She told me that she was a bit taken back when she first saw him, he's so BIG and he's black..she said she wasn't expecting what walked in the door, she thought James would be a nerdy lawyer or executive type, she never saw his photo and this being NY and he being in Atlanta, their paths never crossed. She said she was shocked at how good looking he is.

I asked her just how big is that sucka anyway, he towored over me even..she said he's almost 7 feet tall and he could have went pro in the NBA if he wanted after college but he chose the corporate law field instead and by the way, he is very very,permisterally wealthy..huge money we're talking here. I cut in and asked, is he married? she said no I said there has to be someone, a guy like that will have thousands of women throwing themselves at him..I heard her laugh and say yep, but it's ME he's interested in... ( sheesh I don't like hearing that at all).

She went to tell me that after they met, he asked her out to dinner right away and she polightly declined telling him she was married..and he said oh no I'm sorry I meant taking you to dinner to thank you for a job well done, please allow me to this for you Mrs---------. This dinner will included all the executive staff as well, my treat, please do come, I'd be honored blah blah blah.....

She said they did that dinner..on a THURSDAY night of course and he was gracious and a real gentleman and very entertaining and fun and light and blah blah blah..( I wasn't digging the details here)..anyway after he left to return to Atlanta..it seemed he called her just about everyday at the office and at one point even offered a new position down there if she was interested, she turned him down sighting family issues.

She told me that James started to line up special projects that would be given directly to her and before she knew it, she started to be attending board meetings and such and her star rose quickly in the NY home office, with the Boss taking full notice, then she got the BIG promotion, thanks to James, who had hand picked special cases and projects for her. She said all this took place over about one year's time.

I asked her, did you SEE him any other time, other then that first trip he took here? she said ....yes...as a matter of fact he made it his business to come to NY about twice a month and we would usually meet at the office and then on thursdays, if he was in town, I'd go meet him for dinner instead of hanging with the girls....( my heart was sinking fast)

I didn't want to push this issue too far but I had to know more...so what happened at these dinners? anything important? she said well yes of course, we discussed business naturally and he started to tell me that with my good work, he could see big things in my future ( yeah BIG things , like a 12 inch black cock I thought..I hated this fuck even more now) She sensed I was getting a wee bit edgey so she I think she LEFT out a few details....

She did tell me that nothing happened other then business but she did say that the more she actually saw him,the more he turned on the charm and made it plain to her that he was interested in her on a more permisteral level. She said relax will ya..I ain't you, I didn't crawl into bed with him so calm yourself down okay. She said he was tough to resist but she did..she said it was all part of her over all plan to advance and advance FAST..I asked her look tell me the truth here, you like this guy, I mean LIKE him or what ?? she said yeah I like him, he's so damn nice and a sweetheart guy and so good looking and big and strong and such a powerful man, what gal wouldn't like him? and..he's gonna help US.

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Now I was curious about that statement..he's going to help US..how I asked?? She said that when the board votes him in, he'll be leaving Atlanta and relocating here in NY ( oh oh he's going to be here..I no like-y) She said that James told her that when he takes over he intends on giving her another large promotion to a vice presidentcy. She said that this wouldn't happen immediatly, but he assured her it WILL happen. I asked her and how does he intend on doing that? she said oh don't be silly, he'll be the BIG BOSS he can do ANYHTHING he wants and he has damn nearly gaurenteed me this position from all the good work I've done...look here, this isn't a Bimbo promotion ( I didn';t KNOW that that meant)..I am a very professional, capable permister and I have gained some influence of my own..but having James in my corner will seal the deal. If this all works as planned, we're talking well over 6 figures, bonuses, car, new house, the works, think of the kids here..what this can mean to them, no struggling for college money, better life style..you name , we can do it. best of all is that YOU benifit too. I'll be making way more then you and when we finalize, I'll change some numbers more favorable to you okay, I promise, I'll have that in writing you'll see.

She told me I need YOUR help on this do you understand me?? I need you to co operate and not fuck any of this up, if you do, I'll slaughter you financially in court and you can bet on that. Now look, there may be a few unpleasant details for you, but all I ask is keep in mind I'm doing all this for US, you, me, the kids.

I asked what unpleasant details...she hesitated ..then answered..well since you asked...prepare yourself......James will WANT me to be his he has told me so and I'll do whatever I have to get what I want...( I almost had a heart attack)..she yes, if I have to relax with him, date him, fuck him, whatever...I'm going to do it and you will NOT fuck this up, you will help me, assist me and most of all be supportive and most of all Babe ( she called me babe) just BE THERE for ME okay..I could never do this without you in my corner slugger. I was silent then heard my far away voice....................yeah okay Hun, I'm with you..........

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My wife told me a few more details of her "plan" she said that this will probally play out over some time, but she believes that sooner or later James will probally tire of her more then likely..she said look, I'm a good 12 years older then him and with him being here in NY, imagine how many other high end women are going to be drawn to this guy like fireflies..I'm counting on that believe me.. I;ll make sure they'll be drawn to him and sooner or later, he'll move on..he's way too charming, rich and good looking to lock himself down to someone like me..just too much compitition out there ya know? I said welllll....it's pretty likely you're right but I still don't like it. You're playing a very dangerous game you know..she agreed and said look if all else fails, I can always SUE him for sexual harrassment and she laughed...this scared me.

She went onto explain that a guy like James isn't going to really see a long future with some one like her, an ex husband, couple of kids, office romances burn bright and fade fast... he just has too much going for him to tie himself down too long, I KNOW what I'm talking about..trust me ( famous words there) so you see he gets what he wants ( yeah i thought..you) and certainly , I get what I want and we go on our merry ways. Simple, perfect, but we have to do this, it's our best shot....

I kept asking her why do you need ME so much in all this? She said I will need you to support me in alot of things..first being to smooth the way with MY family, especially my Father, you know he just LOVES you..if he knows I'm dating a black guy, it's gonna hurt bad..my lady won't be too bad and my sister..well I'm not sure...but you have to help on that front and you have a real big job...we have to keep this way from them as best as possible. I KNOW I;ll be very discreet, believe me, but I NEED YOU to be discreet too.

I'm going to need you BIGTIME with the kids..that's where you really hit the home run for me...look, you're going to benifit more ways then one here..I may have to be away from home..alot and I'll need you take on the home front responsiblities, I know you can do it, you've done it so well already, so it shouldn't be too hard and besides, it's a chance to stay back at the house alot..you stay there with them, better that then taking them to your place, with school and all and friends, well you know what I mean.

I had to stop her here..I told her I really didn't approve of all this insanity, this was crazy and dangerous and blah blah blah....then she hit me with the bomb...........

She told me that if I went along with it all and did everything she needed from me, kept my big mouth shut, controlled my temper and such...I get the BIG reward..she told me she would be more then willing, no happy and overjoyed to trash the divorce and I could have MY choice, come back to her for good or I could just leave it the way things are..seperated and live apart or we can go our seperate ways for good, MY choice..not HER choice..the ball will be in MY court and she will abide by whatever decision I make..she then said you know..I still love you and I'm afraid I always will and really want you in my life always..I would hope and pray we could do this together and then be together for good like we should be.

She had me there, she hit the button..no question..I was hooked. I balked again and asked..what if he doesn't tire of you then what? she said oh he will, I'll eventually show him a side he won't like very much..I have it covered...okay I thoiught, that makes sense I should KNOW....
I asked what problems will this cause at your office..she said it wouldn't matter really, the place is like a modern day Soddom and Gohmorrah;;she said half the place is fucking the other half and their all the same type, ambitious, greedy, step up, fuck you, fuck me types...don't worry, there will be NO trouble there and besides if I have to leave, my resume will get me a similiar position soon enough, with big bucks too boot.

I asked her a money question..what about my place I can't afford rent and NOT actaully live there and you know my shift changes can be a problem, not to mention if the cuckolds brownie hits the fan and I get stuck at work, what about the kids then?? She told me forget the rent, I'll pay it for you, a gift okay, not a loan..a gift...as for your shifts, we can always get my sister or lady to watch the kids as long as you do your job and shield them away from what's going on. Besides, I won't be gone all the time ya know, I still be home quite a bit so I think we can cover any thing that may pop up, plus you can always , in an emergency have your sister take them if need be and to top off this wonderful offer, I'll suspend your young support while you are actually with the kids, no need to soend more then you have to okay?

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I had to admit..she seemed to know just what she was doing, she is a smart cookie and cunning..god what a skeemer...best I ever came across..hell at work I've seen professional con artists that look like amatuers compared to her..she had all the angles and bases covered and I'm sure I'm still NOT getting ALL the details, but fuck it..in a for a penny in for pound and best of all..as far as I can see..nothing ILLEGAL is going on so we're all okay there....looks damn good..if she pulls it off, she'll be very wealthy, hell WE'LL be wealthy, I can retire and maybe become a chef like I really would like to..no more cops and robbers for this ole dog..I likes it...but I'm still a little shakey..it all sounds to good to be true to easy and we all know that what's too good to true usually winds up NOT being true....hmmmmmm

I told her..okay..you got me..I'm in...we'll have to work all this out fully and have back up plans and other contigencies, but let's move on it....she giggled and said wow hun, you sound like those old boys in the board room..i like it lover..you're making mommy hot when you talk soooo dirty like that hehehehehehe....we both enjoyed a good laugh an evil conspiritors laugh...the kind you hear in hell for all eternity.

When she made the remark "making Mommy hot" It flashed in my mind the Therapy appointment, better ask her now before I forget and we start having phone sex something ( I hated to change the subject cause I felt my dick stir)..by the way I have an appointment for another therapy follow up, you know that 6 month thing, I decided to go but I was wondering if you'll go with me..she asked when I said next week, she checked her calender and said would go with me...good..I like when she goes with me..that female doctor gives me the creeps somethimes.

We wrapped up the call and made plans to meet in permister this weekend to continue our little "conspiracy".

I went to bed later that night thinking this was pretty "out there" but hell yes, if anyone can pull it off she can..I just don't like the idea of that fucking nigger all over her..she BETTER KNOW what she's doing... I started to replay in my mind, her and james kissing at the party again and my cock stirred.....................

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