There is something to the risk game that hits to the core of cuckolding for a husband. On two occasions, with one particular lover he has stopped in the middle and complained about the rubber and took it off and the wife doesn't say a word other than don't stop, and our rule is she is not on BC, due to illness, guys not fixed would wear a condom. And I the good cuckold, just get hornier at the idea of the risk and enjoy the task of clean up more, I guess in hopes of a form of birth control. It has to be the 2 highest ranked situations of many over the years.
