This is my cuckold story.

I’m a 45 year old divorced male. My marriage split up a few years ago

primarily because there was no romance in our relationship. I strayed, she

found out…you know the rest. Though I had never had any interest in seeing

my ex with another man, I did realize that I had submissive tendencies

early in our marriage. For the most part, I kept them suppressed & it

didn’t effect our love life – of what there was. After becoming single, I

started to read more approximately submissive behavior & how it relates to

relationships. Then Karen entered my life.

I’d known Karen for a long time. We used to see each other at the bar now

and then & we had similar friendly connections. One night out, I ran

into her at a local bar. We hugged & talked like we always do. An hour

later, we were in my car making out. I have no idea how that happened. We

started dating instantly. One thing I noticed approximately Karen was that she was

a sweetheart yet had a mean streak in her & it could come out of

nowhere. When it did, it was usually an expletive ridden rant & she

would obtain very excited during these moments. Many times, I found us having

sex following one of these rants. I guess it was like make-up sex to her.

I wasn’t complaining even though I was usually the one she was cursing at.

One night, Karen received drunk & we started having sex. Out of the blue, she

starts berating my performance, telling me I’m not a “real man” & how my

cock was “pathetic”. I came immediately. And she noticed.

A few days later, we were having sex again. It was a nice long session and

Karen had cum several times. She asked if I was going to cum & I told

her it was just one of those nights it’s going to take a while. She paused

and then said to me, “because you aren’t a real man”. She ordered me to

take my cock out of her & stand in front of her. I did. She then told me

to masturbate as she began saying to me, “c’mon faggot, make that

worthless cock cum or I’ll have to obtain my cum somewhere else”. I shuddered

and again, she noticed. Her eyes lit up & she said, “Oh, you wouldn’t

like that would you faggot boy”? I was shaking. “If I obtain a real man with

a real cock to fuck me? I bet you’d like that would’nt you”? I came.

Over the next week, Karen would take a few minutes out of each day and

insult me as she made me masturbate. I would cum quickly. She was clearly

enjoying this new found power. The following weekend we went to the bar.

We were having a tremendous time, as usual, & then Karen decided she wanted

to dance. I declined so she just looked at me like I was a dick & walked

away. Before I knew it, she was dancing with another guy. Their hands were

all over each other & as quick as that, I saw them making out. I just

sat there kind of stunned, only stopping to notice a growing erection in

my pants.

She danced with him for two dances as I watched. They headed over to the

bar & started making out right in front of everybody. Now I was

embarrassed too. My cock was throbbing. Karen stayed with him for a good

15 minutes before coming over. When she did, she didn’t say anything, she

just smiled & reached down at my pants. I had created a huge wet spot of

precum on my jeans. She said, “thought so…come with me”. Karen took me

outside & to our car. We received in & then she unzipped me & started

masturbating me. As she did this she told me, “That man inside? He’s

coming home with us tonight. He’s going to fuck me…and you are going to

watch…..do you understand me”? I was really torn up. There was definitely

a part of me wanting this to happen yet another part of me worried I was

losing my girlfriend.

Karen has always been able to see through me. She said, “Honey, I love

you. You believe that right”? I said yes. Then she said, “good. I’m glad

you do because I really do love you. But we both know you are a faggot boy

in the sack & can’t please a woman, right”? I said yes. “This cock I’m

jerking off isn’t getting into this pussy tonight, right”? I said yes

again. “That man is coming home with us right”?

“yes”

And that was how it first happened. That man did come home. He did have

sex with Karen as I watched. It was painful, amazing, sexy, horrible and

most of all, humiliating. I loved it. The next day, Karen made me

breakfast. As we sat at the table eating she said, “so, are you ok”? I

smiled & said yes. She smiled too & said, “so, he can come back over

tonight right”? I just nodded yes.

And for the last 2 years, this has been our life. I still have sex with

Karen yet her favorite torment is still forcing me to masturbate in front

of her while she berates me & shares stories of her other lovers.