An argument I’ve often had with my girlfriends is what color love is. I usually picture it as a combination of fiery red mixed with yellow and black. Powerful emotions, with fiery fights and hot sex mixed in. I’ve gradually decided that if you don’t agree with a prospective partner about this, you’re headed for problems. I tend to pick my girlfriends who see love as a peaceful green like a forest, or a soft blue, like a w...

I drove up to the house, parking on the driveway. I sat in the car, thinking. I’ve fucked Nash ten times since Brody asked me to. That first time was indescribable. Knowing that Brody was watching him fuck me, plus knowing that the cock in me wasn’t Brody’s and that he was such a different lover, made me come so many times. I had to do it again and again. Nash and I haven’t been together since last week. Brody is home wai...

I’m an inveterate people watcher. I love to watch beautiful women, attractive women, and semi-attractive women too. I’m a sexist people watcher; it’s women I like to watch. Often, it’s at Temple Coffee over on Broadway and Seventeenth St. It kind of reminds me of what Hooters might be like. Not that I know; they closed the ones in my town, and I never even drove in their parking lot. Anyway, whoever hires for Tempest must...

Yes, I’m Myla’s cuckold. We’re not that unusual; there are a fair amount of modern-day cuckolds; they’re the ones that know they’re cuckolds; if you add the old definition of unknowing cuckolds, even more. Reading some cuckold forums, most of the men there pretend they enjoy it all. I can’t believe that they are all so enthusiastic. Yes, at some level, the high I get is worth the anguish. I have been with Myla when she’s...

When I married Julia, I knew I was going to be a cuckold and that she was going to be fucking other men on our wedding anniversary, but I hated thinking about it. She’d warned me that she couldn’t be faithful for more than a year. By the end of our first anniversary, I still hated it, but watching her made me cum. The anguish of knowing I wasn’t enough for her, combined with the erotic thrill of watching—seeing—another ma...

I met Joey at REI, the sporting goods store. I was looking for a lightweight backpacking sleeping bag. And he was looking for a backpacking two-person tent. We were talking and continued our conversation at Temple Coffee. I mentioned I was intending to go into the Mount Lassen area. He was still deciding between the Emigrant Wilderness and the Mt. Lassen area. When we were finishing, he finished by saying, "I’ve got an id...

If you’re reading this, that means you’ve probably read about my special arrangement with my husband, Justin. It started way back when we were just dating, and I found out that he had a very special kink. He got off on me, telling him about my previous sex life. Eventually, when I was on business trips, I started looking for adventures I could tell Justin about. Just to be clear, it wasn’t just for Justin; I enjoyed it a...

I learned about KeylimePi in one of the cuckold forums around. No, I’m not going to tell you which one, but I started emailing him after I saw he was looking for the truth about why cuckolds stay in their marriages. Every cuckold relationship has its reasons. I can only talk about mine. Most people think they are average, normal people, and I’d pictured myself as an average guy, but about ten years ago, I learned I wasn’t...

It’s Saturday, and Kira is with Lee tonight. Lee won’t let me watch when they fuck, and I hate it. Next weekend will be our third anniversary, and I’m looking forward to it. No, it’s not our third wedding anniversary; it’s our third cuck anniversary. Just thinking about that first time still gets me hard. We’d gone to the river with some friends, just to play in the water, when Kira sidled up to me and told me that if I w...

How did I end up here? I still don’t know, but here I am. Did it start that time when we were at the beach, and those guys tried to hit on you? Maybe it was at Miles’ birthday party when Steve tried to get you alone in that bedroom. All I know is that I never intended to end up here. I guess it started when Amber and I started role-playing. My big mistake was when we started going to bars separately, and I’d come in and p...

I got home at noon, after Gloria promised me a surprise when I got home. I parked and slowly walked in the front door. No one. I quietly went up the stairs and paused at the top, listening. It was eerily silent. I walked to our bedroom door, put my hand on the door, and opened it. I saw Gloria with Stan’s cock in her pussy, Harry’s in her ass, and Jim’s in her mouth. “You got here just in time to watch them finish.” Glori...

When I got back from Boston, I let Justin know. I was his wife when I was home, but when I was on trips, I wasn’t. “I’m your wife when I’m home. That’s when you can ask me about what I’m doing and where I’ve been. When I’m on a trip, I’m not. And like when I was in Boston, I don’t want you asking questions.” I looked at him hard and said, “When I’m away from home, I’m single, and you can imagine what I’m doing, but I’m no...

This is a rhetorical question. What does a man do when he learns he enjoys knowing his wife is fucking other men? Yes, that’s a difficult question for most men to answer. A few men end up learning the answer; not everyone learns the same lesson. I learned my answer, but my journey isn’t common. Partially accidental, partially because of Cheryl, and partially because of my stupidity. I made a promise to Cheryl during a mas...

Spectacular was all she would say on our way home from Tuck's house. She’d spent all night, and all she said was spectacular. She was sitting next to me, saying nothing, but with a bemused look on her face. God, Kevin, it must have been better than spectacular, maybe stupendous. She had a stupendous fuck, and all I got out of it was a stupendous hard-on, so far at least. When I pulled onto our driveway, I stopped near the...

I was working at McCall’s Insurance, a medium-sized insurance agency office in Elk Grove, near Sacramento. Wendy was my boss, and we’d become friends over the last year. One evening, as we were closing up, I was complaining about having to go home to Jason and fix dinner. When I was talking to Wendy, she invited me to dinner at Giovanni's, an Italian place nearby. She suggested that we go to dinner and make Jason fend for...