Cuckold Adopted by Wife's Bull Love
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Manounette
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domination
Discipline and Guidance of a Petulant Cuckold
Several years ago, my lover and I made plans to spend a weekend together in our home. My lover called to tell me that he had cancelled his Friday PM meetings and could arrive a day early. I was excited and wanted to be pretty for him so I showered, did my hair and make up. My cuckold husband did not answer my calls to inform him of the change in plans, so I made him a sandwich and started dinner for my man and I.
I knew my cuckold would be disappointed because I give him an early bedtime and confine him to his room when we spend nights and weekends together.
My cuckold got home at 5:30pm and I had him sit at the table to eat the sandwich and chips I made for him.
I then told him about the weekend plans and that that Greg was enroute and would arrive at any minute.
My cuckold began to argue with me using highly insulting vulgar language.
Greg had pulled into the driveway and overheard the commotion as he arrived. He opened the door and the kitchen went silent. I greeted Greg with a kiss and we embraced cuckold became to greet him and as we embraced as my tongue tied cuckold stood dumbfounded.
Greg saw my tears. He asked me asked me what had happened. He held me close in his strong arms to listen as I explained what had taken place.
My lover wiped the tears from my cheek, kissed me, then spoke in a calm measured deep voice. "I will handle this for you".
He looked toward my cuckold and instructed me to "lower his pants waist down". My cuckold looked timid and confused but said nothing as I undressed him.
My lover pulled out a kitchen chair placing it the center of the room chair and sat down. My cuckold stood with his pants down around his ankles. He stood facing my man looking down at the floor with his head bowed with shame. His hands dropped to cover his little penis was soft and became so small like a toddler's Greg crooked his finger and said softly "bring him to me". I held my cuckold steady as he hobble walked. Greg then almost effortlessly lifted my cuckold with his strong arms and placed face down across his lap. He pulled my cuckolds arm across his back and spoke in a firm, clear decisive voice.
"Don't EVER speak that way to a woman! There was no anger in his tone. And after a few words of firm reprimand, Greg proceeded to spank my cuckold's bare bottom like a schoolboy. When he finished, my man released his hold and allowed my cuckold to slide to knees. He stood up, put his arm around my waist and held me close to him as my cuckold knelt sobbing before us rubbing his sore bottom. He them helped my cuckold to his feet and in a calm but firm voice, my lover admonished him to "never speak that way to a woman again !" My vanquished cuckold croaked out an apology to me and my lover dismissed him to his room.
I confess to being mildly amused watching my cuckold kick his legs, squirm helplessly and whimper like a naughty child with each swat.
In contrast, I witnessed a man assert himself, Greg revealed the attributes of masculinity that attract women His protective paternal instincts, to discipline my cuckold with an exhibition of raw masculine dominance. It was was an erotic spectacle that left me mesmerized and sexually aroused. I had an irresistible biological desire to mate with Greg. I wrapped my arms around him and we engaged in a delicious tongue swirling kiss. I pleaded with him to take me to bed. I needed his hard thick penis deep inside me. I wanted to spread my legs for him and enjoy the reward he had earned for being the man he was for me.
Greg took me to the master bed and we made love. I had orgasm after orgasm in his arms. He stayd hard for me until I was satisfied and then finally, he took his own pleasure and he bathed my womb with rich potent semen. It was best sex that we had had until that point.
Greg established his place as the man our household. I would never be able to think of my cuckold as a man again
Several years ago, my lover and I made plans to spend a weekend together in our home. My lover called to tell me that he had cancelled his Friday PM meetings and could arrive a day early. I was excited and wanted to be pretty for him so I showered, did my hair and make up. My cuckold husband did not answer my calls to inform him of the change in plans, so I made him a sandwich and started dinner for my man and I.
I knew my cuckold would be disappointed because I give him an early bedtime and confine him to his room when we spend nights and weekends together.
My cuckold got home at 5:30pm and I had him sit at the table to eat the sandwich and chips I made for him.
I then told him about the weekend plans and that that Greg was enroute and would arrive at any minute.
My cuckold began to argue with me using highly insulting vulgar language.
Greg had pulled into the driveway and overheard the commotion as he arrived. He opened the door and the kitchen went silent. I greeted Greg with a kiss and we embraced cuckold became to greet him and as we embraced as my tongue tied cuckold stood dumbfounded.
Greg saw my tears. He asked me asked me what had happened. He held me close in his strong arms to listen as I explained what had taken place.
My lover wiped the tears from my cheek, kissed me, then spoke in a calm measured deep voice. "I will handle this for you".
He looked toward my cuckold and instructed me to "lower his pants waist down". My cuckold looked timid and confused but said nothing as I undressed him.
My lover pulled out a kitchen chair placing it the center of the room chair and sat down. My cuckold stood with his pants down around his ankles. He stood facing my man looking down at the floor with his head bowed with shame. His hands dropped to cover his little penis was soft and became so small like a toddler's Greg crooked his finger and said softly "bring him to me". I held my cuckold steady as he hobble walked. Greg then almost effortlessly lifted my cuckold with his strong arms and placed face down across his lap. He pulled my cuckolds arm across his back and spoke in a firm, clear decisive voice.
"Don't EVER speak that way to a woman! There was no anger in his tone. And after a few words of firm reprimand, Greg proceeded to spank my cuckold's bare bottom like a schoolboy. When he finished, my man released his hold and allowed my cuckold to slide to knees. He stood up, put his arm around my waist and held me close to him as my cuckold knelt sobbing before us rubbing his sore bottom. He them helped my cuckold to his feet and in a calm but firm voice, my lover admonished him to "never speak that way to a woman again !" My vanquished cuckold croaked out an apology to me and my lover dismissed him to his room.
I confess to being mildly amused watching my cuckold kick his legs, squirm helplessly and whimper like a naughty child with each swat.
In contrast, I witnessed a man assert himself, Greg revealed the attributes of masculinity that attract women His protective paternal instincts, to discipline my cuckold with an exhibition of raw masculine dominance. It was was an erotic spectacle that left me mesmerized and sexually aroused. I had an irresistible biological desire to mate with Greg. I wrapped my arms around him and we engaged in a delicious tongue swirling kiss. I pleaded with him to take me to bed. I needed his hard thick penis deep inside me. I wanted to spread my legs for him and enjoy the reward he had earned for being the man he was for me.
Greg took me to the master bed and we made love. I had orgasm after orgasm in his arms. He stayd hard for me until I was satisfied and then finally, he took his own pleasure and he bathed my womb with rich potent semen. It was best sex that we had had until that point.
Greg established his place as the man our household. I would never be able to think of my cuckold as a man again
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