6/30/2017 4:03:53 AM: It is painful to be in a cuckold relationship. You love her, yet she gives you heartache. Yet you know she loves you at the end

7/31/2016 11:55:56 PM: We were at the major airport on the southern coast after a short 45 min flight. Our free shuttle picked us up and brought us to the all inclusive, adults only Club Med vacation village nestled between the plush green hills and the blue waters of the Mediterranean. The villas were spread across the land, several pools, different beaches, one central club house and a big bar / pool / party area. It was a slice of paradise. My fiancée pulled out the metal cage as soon as we checked in our room. 'Last night you learned what it means to be a real cuckold, pathetic boy. Now put your cage on and indulge in your impotency'. I wasn't offended at all. I protested somewhat but we both knew I was born to be treated like this. We were together in an all inclusive adults only resort and I wouldn't be surprised if my fiancée sampled another visitor or two during our stay. What happened with my brother was yesterday. Nobody knew us here. Nobody would remember whether we were a slut and a cuckold match made in heaven, or hell. I could feel the guys' eyes fixed on my fiancée as we descended down to the pool/bar area. I was sure my fiancée was checking them out equally. I loved pretending to be oblivious to the fact that almost all the guys were checking out the hot number next to me. It wasn't long before a tall young French employee came by and introduced himself. He was the arching instructor on the resort. Arching? Who does arching? Apparently, there was an archery at the far end of the village past the larger beach, and his classes was starting in about 45 mins time. I don't know when my fiancée developed an interest in archery but I was pretty sure she was interested in the instructor. We made our way to the far end of the all inclusive village and here it was, a real archery before my eyes. Since I wasn't shooting any Bulls' eyes. I've left my fiancée with a few other women and a cpl of guys to indulge in the bows and arrows and the instructor, and made my way back to the beach. I was lost in the beautiful Mediterranean water, super fine golden sand, and beautiful bodies right in front of me. I didn't even realize how much time has past before I saw one of the ladies from the arching class in the water. I walked back to the archery and it was deserted. I walked back to our room, thinking may be my fiancée had past by me and may be by ouch catching her in action. My heart skipped a beat or two as I opened the door, but she wasn't in the room either. So I walked back to the beach and saw that she was just walking back from the archery. I met her halfway and asked how did it go? She said the class just finished and she loved it. She suggested we dip in the water, since she was sweating and it'd be good on my already aching balls. We've head back to our room to get ready for dinner and following party after cooling off in the water. A few hours of chastity made me feel so horny already, I was pretty much begging her to worship her virgin ass after shower. She refused to answer any of my questions about her whereabouts earlier, leaving me in the dark. By the time my tongue went as far deep as it could reach in her tight backdoor, she claimed there was nothing wrong with the staff going the 'extra mile' to keep her satisfied where I failed to reach. My mind was going crazy and I knew She was dripping wet by the time we left our room The crowd started to gather around the pool bar area after dinner. We were sipping cocktails and people watching and people were watching us when our archer guy finally showed up. May be he had a cpl of answers to feed my emotional masochist side... I was wrong... I could tell a hug and a kiss was a bit more intimate than a staff, customer relationship between him and my fiancée. A firm hand shake with me while he positioned himself between her and I, and I was in for a ride... He ordered a lite beer and introduced my fiancée to the bar tending staff while his arm was still around her. First raise of the bottles / glasses was to my fiancée's beauty. Woohoo! The whole staff and nearby patrons cheered. After taking a large sip from his beer he finally he remembered I was still behind him. He raised his bottle again for me, this sexy, beautiful lady's lucky (!) fiancé. Moi. The staff and the patrons cheered again... Yes, my fiancée was still in the arms of the arching instructor... By the time he finished his second beer, and ordered the third, he cut straight to the chase; 'your fiancée told me the meaning of the key she's carrying on her necklace, buddy'... What?!? I Should have seen it coming a mile away. I started having that gut wrenching feeling in my stomach 'That's a hell of a sacrifice you make for this sexy, promiscuous lady'. Yes I knew. Meanwhile, she was giving me that 'I have no remorse for your pathetic excuse of manhood' look while being clutched under his strong arm. Then the bombshell dropped ; 'So, that means you're fine with me taking her away for a walk, aren't you, buddy?' I was speechless. I didn't know which hurt more, looking into his eyes or her stares. Before I could mumble a word or two; 'Stay put in your cage. I'm going to give your fiancée an advanced class in hitting the bulls eye'. As he finished his sentence he turned back and walked away holding my fiancee's hand. Not a single word nor a look back from my fiancée sealed the deal as she followed him wearing nothing but a black micro dress that barely covered her round petite ass, six inch pink Louboutins which made her barely reach his shoulder height, and a gold necklace which my mother presented her when we visited a week earlier and finally a brass key hanging from the necklace. She made no attempt to pull her dress down as she walked away in her bull's arm. I knew I wasn't the only one watching her leave to receive her royal French welcome to the resort on the night we arrived...

7/31/2016 11:55:09 PM: It was a fun, festive time. As the youngest of the family I had finally scored a prim, proper lady suitable for me to settle down for the rest of my life. It was going to be a short vacation back home to introduce this shy young beauty to my family, relatives, friends, the local clergy etc, lol. A couple of weeks long gatherings among the family and friends and a week long quiet time on the Mediterranean for the new love birds before flying back to our hectic lives in the big apple with the plans of a quiet wedding soon after. We have recently started getting serious and living together but it wasn't a new relationship to start with. We've known each other for a good half a dozen years. Our relationship started at a dating site on the notion that cuckolding was going to be a part of it. The day after our initial meeting she was banging one of her lovers right before my eyes as I sat, mesmerized. What I had dreamt of for years and years was becoming reality in a matter of weeks. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted from me and our relationship. It was all fun and games, and I thought I've struck gold in the sea of Internet dating. However, I wasn't as sure as she was when it came to the final touch. She had pushed and pulled me thru the thick and dust of the relationship. She loved sex, she loved variety and she made no excuses. She could bang one of her regular lovers on a lunch break then end the day with hooking up with a stranger. The reality was a whole lot more humiliating than the fantasy and I started to get cold feet. However, she didn't have any time to waste for me to figure out what I wanted at my own leisure. She had found a new lover, a successful cuckold supposed to be, and she had happily moved on... Leaving me in the darkness for so long that I couldn't stand it anymore. The reason for the that infinite darkness was my older brother to start with. He had planted a seed in me back when I was still a virgin and ever since I was secretly /or openly searching for a promiscuous woman who appeared to be a quiet, prim, proper house wife on the outside. When I finally found one, she came with a bang. She was quiet type alright. But it was either her way or the highway. She wasn't like that in any of her other relationships with men, they came and gone, they used and seldomly abused her and they went their merry way. She was like a puppet in the hands of a strong willed 'bull type' men. But the long term partner she sought, the cuckold was a specific character that she wanted me to be molded into. there was no question when I knocked on her door again with flowers in my hand, there was no going back once I got on my knees, that I had accepted her absolute control over me. There were no more ifs or buts. She was going to get what or whom she wanted and I had no way or reason to oppose. Because I had given up and came to her terms. It was a moment of victory and defeat and it is when O/our relationship really started. We had often talked about my brother like everything and everyone else. I had told her how he got me into cuckolding and how he caught me with another man in bed etc. she often joked coyly about how my brother was exactly her type and how sexy he was, an older bald man in shape. How bold he must have been taking what he wants when he wants. I knew she was teasing me as I told her time after time that family was out of limits and she would comply in a frustrated mode. Finally the long dreaded trip came about. It was a constant ball of figures whom I haven't seen in ages, uncles, aunts, cousins, inner family, nephews, nieces... My fiancée was on her best behavior. Forget about promiscuity, if I didn't know her past I was about to believe her vanilla self myself... Day after night, sightseeing and meeting with numerous people, towards the end even I was getting tired of the attention, but she held up high. The last night before we retired to the Mediterranean coast was a one large dinner/party. My fiancée was elegantly dressed in a long blue silk dress with a proper slit to the mid thigh and high heels. She was keeping up with her smiles while most members of the family was talking to her in their native tongue. There was about 25 people and the English speaking few was at one end of the table, my brother and his wife, on one side my sis, fiancée and I on the other side. The music started to get loud and the conversation louder. My brother excused himself to the restroom and that when my fiancée with a quick motion asked him politely to lead her to the restroom. My brother being the gentleman led her away... That's when my heart sank the first time in two weeks. Could it be? Could she possibly take advantage of a last minute opportunity? A thrill? My sis and my brother's wife got in the conversation with relatives next to them, a cousin I haven't caught up with in a long time got a hold of me and drag me to the dance floor. I was dancing but my stomach was getting sick. I counted the songs, I counted the minutes one turned into five, five turned into fifteen. I was faking a laugh here answering a question there. I was checking my bro's wife and sis whether they realized how long it has been since my fiancée disappeared with my brother. Nobody seemed to pay attention. Then I thought it was impossible, with all this noise and the crowd and the guests, relatives, people at the bathroom line... Just when I was getting paranoid I saw my fiancée emerge from the bathroom in the arm of my brother, they were both smiling and talking, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. I sighed a deep breath. What the hell was going thru my mind. It wasn't even 15 minutes. I was all paranoid for no reason... I started dancing and showing my moves and and my fiancée joined me for a few minutes. Towards the end of the night everybody wished us happiness and complimented on my fiancee's beauty which she hardly understood any of it. They wish us happy holidays, my brother asked what hotel we were staying at and mentioned what a good choice it was. He joked and said, at least nobody could hear you guys fucking. My fiancée and his wife laughed, I looked for sarcasm. At the end of the long night we finally made it back to our hotel room. My fiancée wanted me to go down on her right away. Usually she gets horny when she gets home from banging one of her lovers and asks me to eat her out for long periods. I was happy that she was so horny. The vacation was upon us starting the next day. She tasted so sweet, but I realized her pussy was swollen, then I realized she had matching blue lace panties that were missing... I asked her whether she wore the panties earlier or not. She told me how stupid I was and that my brother kept them as a souvenir!!! With that I shot up!!! What?!? A ten gallon jug of hot boiling water just came down on my head... Are you feeding me my brother's creampie? I asked her. She said no silly, I swallowed him all... He came in buckets and it's all in my stomach. My knees buckled and I felt weak. He loved my deep throat skills. He never believed I could handle his size down my throat. But I wasn't going to let him cum inside me in that thin dress. Now get back to pleasuring your fiancée. Your brother did most of the job. I need you to shut up and eat me till I fall asleep... Your brother was everything I expected him to be... Lick my asshole too, faggot. May be he wants that next... Mmmphmmm.. Shut up... As she fell asleep my worst nightmare or my first fantasy was realized. And I was sleepless.

7/11/2016 6:47:29 AM: My brother had left home by the time I started walking, and he was living on his own in the great US of A. I had barely interacted with him growing up except when I had the chance to visit him in the summers. He was 16 years my senior and at the time when I started to get to know him, he was my idol. When I came here to study in college, he was going thru a bad divorce and parents wanted us to moved in together. That way I could keep him company thru hard times and he could keep an eye on the teenager me.It wasnt long before I found a duffle bag full of VHS tapes in the apt which had scene after scene of man or two or three banging woman in front of another man. Who appeared to be in a state of pain, jealousy, joy, devotion and euphoria. (And let me tell you folks, this was way before Google, pornhub, FL, icq and all the variations of as we know of today, cuckold humiliation, interracial specific etc.) when he confronted me, and when I had the guts to ask him how come most of the scenes had a man watching the action? He told me there's nothing on this earth like fucking a woman in front of her husband, especially up her ass...My jaw had dropped at the moment like it had never before. Imagine a barely eighteen year old virgin boy watching way too much porn at any given time and paying attention to the loser after sore loser sitting on the corner on most scenes and your idol telling you there's nothing like banging wives in front of their husbands?!?... And wait up... Anal sex?!? Wasn't that a sin to start with?!? Wtf?We had spent about a year or so with my brother before he moved on. He had his ever growing collection of VHS porn to me, telling me I probably didn't have enough time to go thru of them all.He came back months later and/or I visited him on occasion. At one of those occasions I remember having the courage to tell him with all my innocence that one day I would want him to bang my wife... He was quite taken aback... May be more than I was at the time. He asked me whether I was sure and still seeing him as my idol, I told him I had a lot more to learn from him... He told me may be I was one of 'those' guys and not to forget what I promised. Years past, that conversations had cooled off long ago, may be even thrown in the freezer. One spring day my older brother was visiting me... By that time he became and 'older' bro rather than an 'idol' to me... I was no longer a virgin. Heck I had a hot girlfriend too. One night I was out with my brother catching up on lost time, when my gf had received a call from another girl at my place. By the time we got back, me and my gf had got into a heated argument and my brother got in between to cool my gf off. A few mins later I heard my gf shouting 'get off me! get off me!' So I went into the bedroom to get my brother off my gf before he went too far... At the time I hadn't even thought about our conversation with my brother years back... And there was nothing to be worried about either. A cpl of days later there was a block party at the college and the beer was almost free flowing. After a few too many to drink, I've struck up a conversation with this strange guy that I've seen around school a several times. There was something strange about him, that I couldn't quite point out. At some point I realized he was telling me he wanted to make me feel good. I was joking around and after he repeated it a few times, I had that strange feeling in my gut. The joking was finished and I asked him what he had in mind. He said let's find a place where we can be alone and I'll be happy to show you... I was intrigued. So, I told him my apt was just a few blocks away.We made our way to my apt rather quickly and before I know he was on his knees, sucking my cock. I don't know whether it was the booze but it felt so good at the time... Soon we were both naked and I was sucking his cock and he was slowly fingering me. This was second or the third time I was ever tasting a guy and it was going much faster than my first cpl incidents. We had thrown caution to the wind, one thing led to another and next thing I know I was on all fours and this guy I barely knew was banging me balls deep... When we get tired of a position or I don't know what was the cue, we were changing the position and trying to get him deeper into my anal cavity.I don't know how long we've enjoyed this incredible feeling when I realized a darkness by the open door to my room... When I looked a second time, the stranger who was banging me looked as well and finally slowed down... 'Is that your daddy naughty boy?' He asked me. By this time my ankles were on his shoulders, I was half past out, and I didn't know what I was seeing or feeling was real... May be he saw my bro watching for awhile?!? Then he turned back and asked him 'do you enjoy watching your boy take cock?' With that question, my brother excused himself and closed the door behind him... WTF man, that was my brother... I told him to stop, but he wouldn't hear it. 'What's wrong faggot? Don't you like I make you feel good? Apparently your daddy doesn't mind you getting fucked, does he?' And he just kept pounding me and making me cry out louder in pain and pleasure. I don't know how long it was, may be 5 mins, may be 25. But after what felt like an eternity, he pulled out and came with a big roar. Almost to the point of making sure that my brother would hear it.It was my first experience of being insulted in front of another person for enjoying another man's cock. And it was a family member! Luckily when we were done, my brother wasn't in the apt... The stranger 'friend' finally left my apt after getting a promise from me for letting him making me feel good another time. After a long cold shower and trying to figure out what just happened and what the f... my bro was doing at my place, I finally realized he was there for a visit... Boy was I drunk or what?My brother had showed up after dark and had a quite civilized conversation with me... I was actually quite surprised at the time. He told me it was alright and that everybody had their choices. Of course I denied denied denied... I told him how could he think of that way? That I had a girlfriend and all. At the end he said it was ok and that he understood. And we never talked about that day ever again. Long after my brother left and when the subject of my brother came up with my then gf, even years after we broke up, she always told me my brother was a 'snake' and that she would never trust him, and she cautioned me to never trust my brother either. When I asked her what did my brother do to make her say that, she would never answer me.

5/7/2016 11:17:35 AM: your woman finds out you're bisexual. she not only accepts but encourages.you have a keeper.