My Journey into the World of Cuckoldry.

My Journey into the World of Cuckoldry. My Journey into the World of Cuckoldry.

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Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Discovering my wife's infidelity I subsequently uncover hitherto unknown aspects of myself.


Discovering my wife's infidelity I subsequently uncover hitherto unknown aspects of myself.

Chapter1 (v.1) - My Journey into the World of Cuckoldry.

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Discovering my wife's infidelity I subsequently uncover hitherto unknown aspects of myself.

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Submitted: January 16, 2015

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My Introduction To Cuckoldry.

The following are verbatim extracts from my Journals, including dialogue as recorded at the time; plus additional, (bracketed) explanation or comment if and when required. I have kept a Diary since my childhood but switched to the Journal format a couple of years before these entries begin, finding the unstructured pages of a notebook more useful than the limiting daily sections of a diary.
First a few minimal personal details.
At the time of these first entries I was 36, my wife, a petite and very attractive brunette, 33. Childless, we had been married for 8 years.

SATURDAY, JULY 19, 2003.
Left home ten a.m. arrived in Looe five p.m. Two breaks en route but a longer journey to Cornwall than I'd expected. Our cottage seems very good with the owner, Doug, living in the adjoining one. Looked round Looe in the evening and sampled a couple of pubs. Bumped into Doug in one of them. Dark-haired and tanned, the muscular looking Doug is a divorcee in his mid-forties.

SUNDAY, JULY 20, 2003.
Walked the coastal path to a monkey sanctuary after lunch in a pub recommended by Doug. It proved to be as good as he'd said and I wish we'd taken his other piece of advice. Doug remarked that the coastal path is longer and more strenuous than it looks on the map and suggested driving. Of course I knew better and insisted we walk, tiring us both out in the process. To say that Marie was annoyed would be an understatement. No lovemaking tonight! The second night running as I'd been too tired after the drive on Saturday.

MONDAY, JULY 21, 2003.
Drove to Fowey and the Daphne Du Maurier visitor centre, one of our favourite authors. Interesting to see the area she was so familiar with.
Relaxing in the rear garden later when Doug popped round to suggest meeting up for a drink in the evening. Marie was only wearing her yellow bikini pants and he could hardly take his eyes off her breasts! In the pub later he could hardly take his eyes off her legs, Marie wearing a rather short skirt. I think we all probably drank too much, I was certainly too far gone for lovemaking later. The drink also loosened Doug's tongue because during a visit to the loo he bemoaned the lack of sex in his life, admitting to not having had intercourse since his marriage broke up over three years ago. Doug said he envied me having a very attractive, sexy looking wife.

TUESDAY, JULY 22, 2003.
The Eden project early with me feeling decidedly the worse for wear.
Sunbathing in the garden later when Doug joined us. At one point Marie fetched a couple of drinks, handing him the second one and leaving me to fetch my own. She is plainly still miffed with me. Like yesterday, Doug could hardly take his eyes off my wife's breasts; the main reason he'd come round, I suspect!

Drove to a number of castles around Bodmin. Went on my own as Marie said she didn't fancy walking round a lot of stuffy old buildings and wanted to sunbathe instead.
On my return I found her sunbathing in Doug's garden. He'd invited us to use it, which is good of him, as his garden is not only more secluded than ours but also better appointed. I bet Doug was disappointed though because Marie reclined next to him wearing her short mauve skirt and white top instead of being topless as in our garden! Marie had enjoyed her rest in the sun anyway; she seemed on top of the world. Annoyingly though, there was still no lovemaking tonight.

THURSDAY, JULY 24, 2003.
We'd planned a trip to the lost gardens of Heligan today but Marie again cried off, which surprised me as I thought it was something she was particularly interested in seeing. I said I'd stay and sunbathe with her, a bit annoyed because it's not really my thing; I like to get out and about as Marie well knows. Indeed, she encouraged me to go without her, saying it wasn't fair to spoil my holiday plans on her account.
When I returned from a very enjoyable trip Marie was again sunbathing in Doug's garden, this time topless, which no doubt accounted for his jolly demeanour; several hours of ogling my wife's breasts! I waxed lyrical about the places I'd been but neither of them seemed particularly interested. I invited Doug to join us for an evening meal as a thank you for keeping Marie amused in my absence which he smilingly accepted.
We went to the usual pub but this time I deliberately restrained my drinking. However, it didn't do me any good as Marie wasn't in the mood for sex. When she undressed I noticed a blemish on her bottom and jokingly said it looked like a love bite. Oh, that must be the bruise from when I walked into a corner of the table Marie told me, quickly slipping into her nightdress, no doubt to dampen my ardour.

FRIDAY, JULY 25, 2003.
Out on my own again today, this time by train to Liskeard. I didn't find it very interesting though, and decided to catch an early train back to Looe and take Marie for a pub lunch. You never know it might put her in the mood for an afternoon of lovemaking.
She wasn't in the cottage so I assumed she'd be next door sunbathing again. Popping upstairs to change my shirt, I glanced out of a rear window to check if Marie was indeed next door, the window commanding a good view of Doug's garden.
What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Doug's bare backside was pumping up and down like a piston and the knees bent up on either side of it were plainly Marie's! I was dumbstruck, rooted to the spot and staring as though hypnotised by the sight of Doug fucking my wife. I soon realised I could also hear Marie's ecstatic cries ringing out as he really gave it to her. Strangely there was no thought of running outside and venting my anger. Stranger still was the realisation that I had developed an erection!
What happened next I can only attribute to frustration caused by the lack of sex during our holiday because I actually stood there masturbating while watching Doug fucking my wife! I came in my hand long before he did, but inside Marie.
The reason for his longevity was explained when I later learned that it was their second bout of intercourse that morning.
Shocked, not only by the discovery of my wife's adultery but my own automatic reaction to it, I just remained standing at the window until the end. When Marie's cries reached a crescendo I was shattered to realise she'd experienced orgasm, something never attained during intercourse but only through oral sex with me. When Doug eventually rolled off to lie beside her I received yet another shock. His penis, though now flaccid, looked huge. Certainly considerably bigger than my own modest member.
Seeing the lovers looking very contented and pleased with themselves I was uncertain what to do. However, when Marie began playing with Doug's penis it was time to act. Running next door, I blurted out that I'd seen everything from the window. Marie was embarrassed to have been caught out but not so Doug who just said, "I suppose you had a wank while watching, otherwise you'd have intervened."
I bit my lip saying nothing; he'd rather taken the wind out of my sails.
"I'm right, aren't I?" he persisted, and I nodded dumbly.
Doug laughed before telling me to fetch them a couple of drinks as it was hot work making love in the sun. I just turned to do his bidding as though on automatic pilot. Before I'd finished preparing their drinks Doug came in needing the loo. Pausing in his passage through the kitchen he said, "If you saw as much as you said you'll know how much your wife enjoyed it."
I just nodded dumbly.
"And presumably Marie's happiness is important to you?"
"Of course," I replied.
"Then you'll not object to your wife spending the remainder of the holiday in my bed rather than yours," Doug grinned, knowing he'd caught me there.
When I remained silent he added, "I'm a benevolent sort of chap. I'll let you watch and have a wank from time to time while I'm fucking your wife."

Well here I am spending the night alone while Marie shares Doug's bed. At least she was apologetic when fetching a few of her things, telling me it will only be for another week and his lovemaking is so exquisite she couldn't say no, a comment which makes my own situation seem even more humiliating. I now know that while I've been sightseeing on my own these last few days, Doug has been fucking my wife.

SATURDAY, JULY 26, 2003.
It was strange waking up alone; humiliating too, knowing my wife is in bed with Doug next door and I found myself wondering what they were up to. This unexpected turn of events also throws all my holiday planning awry.
After breakfast I went next door to see if they were up. Opening his door wearing just a robe, Doug told me to pop along to the shop and get him a pint of milk, a thick sliced loaf and a paper, specifying the Telegraph. As he wasn't dressed it seemed natural for me to do Doug's shopping. He was in the kitchen making coffee when I returned and told me that I might as well carry on making their breakfast and take it up to them on a tray along with his paper.
"You know how Marie likes her coffee after all," he said.
"Here's the till receipt," I said handing it to Doug, only to see him crumple the scrap of paper and throw it in the bin.
With that he left me to it. On top of not reimbursing me the cost of his shopping Doug seemed intent on using me as a servant, I thought to myself while preparing their breakfast.
(When we went for a meal that evening it was left for me to pick up the bill; a practice which was to continue throughout the week.)
I carried the tray upstairs and into the bedroom, Doug admonishing me for not knocking. While I stood meekly listening to his words - in future I must always knock before entering his bedroom - my eyes were on my naked wife lying beside him. Inevitably I developed an erection. After placing their respective breakfasts on the bedside cabinets on either side of the bed I turned to go.
"Come back in about half an hour for the mugs and things. You can do the washing-up. In the meantime make yourself useful by mowing the lawn, the mowers in the shed," he told me.
I've no idea why I obeyed Doug; there was obviously no compulsion but it just seemed the natural thing to do and I set to and cut his grass before returning upstairs for the breakfast things. This time I tapped on the door and waited for Doug's voice to bid me enter.
"Good, you're learning," he grinned.
He then told me I was expected to serve their breakfast at the same time each morning, along with his newspaper, when he'd give me my instructions for the day. I just nodded before taking the tray back down to the kitchen. While doing the washing-up I contemplated the humiliation of being treated as little more than a lackey by this guy who was daily fucking my wife but oddly there was no question of refusing his orders.
(The rest of our holiday passed, for me at least, in something of a blur. Doug continued to ‘enjoy’ as he put it, my wife each day while using me to carry out various chores for him. I washed his car one day and on another dusted and vacuum cleaned his house from top to bottom while they went to St Austel for the day. Perhaps I hoped to please Marie by serving her lover in this way and that marital relations would be resumed after the holiday, when hopefully her brief fling would quickly be forgotten.
Each morning while making Doug's bed the semen stains would remind me that he wasn't using a condom while having sex with my wife. Lucky sod, I've never had sex without one. We don't want children but unlike Doug I haven't had a vasectomy in case we change our minds at some stage.)

The final day before our return to normality tomorrow.
All week Doug had been teasing me about watching their lovemaking and today he wanted it to happen. I was reluctant, knowing it would be humiliating for me, but he was insistent.
"I want you to see for yourself just how much your wife likes my cock," he told me.
However, there was a bit more to it than that. While Marie was in the bathroom Doug ordered me to strip naked. He then tied me to a chair facing the foot of the bed, my wrists secured behind my back.
"Now you won't be able to play with your little cock while watching me fucking your wife," he jeered. "Later I'm going to put you across my knee and spank your bare arse in front of her."
"Oh no," I gasped, his words sending shivers up and down my spine, but Doug just laughed.
I felt my humiliation would be complete.
When Marie re-entered the bedroom she merely laughed at my predicament before undressing, deliberately I felt, keeping in my line of sight. My rapidly developing erection proved another source of amusement for them. When she slipped out of her skirt, I saw Marie was wearing stockings and suspenders and guessed she'd donned them to tease me, no doubt at Doug's instruction. It's the first time I've seen my wife in stockings and suspenders all holiday but Doug made a point of telling me that she's worn them for him a couple of times.
With my wife now naked but for the stockings and suspenders Doug moved behind her and his hands came round to cup Marie's pert little breasts. How I envied him as he played with them, rolling and tweaking Marie's nipples. Directly one of his hands began travelling slowly down her body my wife moved her legs apart in anticipation. Doug grinned over Marie's shoulder at me before sliding his hand between her thighs. I groaned, I couldn't help myself, and he laughed.
"Your wife's cunt is lovely and wet. Eager for my cock to fill it," Doug taunted, but at least she blushed at his words.
They remained like that for several minutes, Doug continuing to grin over my wife's shoulder at me while his fingers rubbed and probed between her legs. Perhaps it was just as well my hands were tied otherwise I would almost certainly have humiliated myself further at this point by masturbating.
Eventually Doug stripped off and I couldn't prevent a gasp breaking from my lips when his mighty penis was revealed in all its glory. Seeing it fully erect for the first time I was consumed by envy, my own looking pathetically small in comparison. Marie then sat sideways on my lap, the feel of her warm flesh on mine doing nothing to diminish my erection. Next I experienced the torment of seeing my wife licking, kissing and sucking, Doug's penis just inches from my face. I was actually groaning when she repeated the same process with his balls. Marie has never sucked my balls but was doing so to Doug's with abandon. I also took it as an indication of my wife's infatuation for the guy - that and her willingness to play her part in my humiliation.
"Time to reciprocate," he told her.
While Marie climbed eagerly on to the bed Doug very slowly, and with a mocking smile on his face, rubbed his penis and balls all over my face.
"I'll do this again after I've fucked your wife so you can smell her juices on my cock," he hissed in my ear before joining her on the bed.
He was on top of her in a 69, presumably again enjoying the feel of Marie's mouth on his genitals. I couldn't see from my position. What I could see was the top of Doug's head as it moved about between her thighs. I soon heard cries of pleasure from the other end of the bed and knew my wife had abandoned his penis for the time being to fully enjoy the feel of Doug's tongue between her thighs. Eventually she was writhing and yelling in orgasm and I felt chagrined to see the power of it. Doug raised his head, chin glistening wetly, and there was a triumphant expression on his face. Climbing from the bed Doug strolled - swaggered, almost - to the foot of it with his erect penis in hand.
"Now I'm going to fuck your wife, filling her cunt with my cock the way your little thing never has," he taunted.
He was on the bed then and moving on to her. Doug's buttocks rose and remained in the air for a few seconds before sinking slowly back down, accompanied by a joyful cry from Marie. Up and down moved his buttocks, each thrust of his penis into her eliciting further cries of joy from my wife. Suddenly his movements ceased and he turned his head to look over his shoulder at me.
"The entire length of my cock's buried deep inside your wife's cunt and she loves it," Doug taunted, wriggling his buttocks to elicit further cries from her.
I bit my lip, Doug laughing at my distraught expression.
"Now watch closely while I give your wife a good fucking, you might learn something." 
He did too! Again I felt as though hypnotised by the sight of Doug's buttocks pounding up and down between my wife's thighs, but this time of course at much closer range. Marie's wild cries rang out and I twisted and turned in vain against my bonds, not sure if I wanted to pull the guy off or masturbate while watching him fucking her! Marie's knees were up on either side of Doug's pumping backside and she clung to him desperately, all the while yelling ecstatically. I'd never seen my wife in such a state.
"I'm coming," he suddenly grunted. "Filling your wife's cunt with my cream."
The clenching of Doug's buttocks confirmed his words.
My torment was far from over though. Rolling off, Doug seized a pillow to push beneath Marie's buttocks, thus raising them. "There, have a good look at what I've been enjoying while you've gone without these past two weeks."
Staring between her thighs I let slip an involuntary groan at the sight of my wife's vagina gaping open quite lewdly following the pounding he'd given her, Doug's semen clearly visible in and around it.
Fortunately Marie slipped to the bathroom and so missed my next humiliation for Doug kept his word. Laughing all the while, he again rubbed his penis and balls over my face, this time the smell of sexual activity strong in my nose.
Untying me, Doug took my place on the chair and instructed me to drape myself over his lap. It was what I'd been dreading but there was no thought of refusal; I adopted the required position with barely a protest. Next came the final indignity when the guy I'd just watched fucking my wife proceeded to spank my bare bottom in front of her. Marie though, seemed to find my humiliation at the hands of her lover highly amusing, even encouraging Doug to keep going when he showed signs of flagging. To my shame I was unable to prevent the cries which broke involuntarily from my lips.
"That's brought the colour to his cheeks," Doug said, finally tiring, and they both laughed. "Now clear off back next door."
Dressed and in the hallway about to leave, I looked up when Doug called from the landing. "I suppose you'll have a wank. Here, use these."
He threw my wife's knickers down, laughing when I automatically bent to pick them up. Leaving my tormentors cottage I let myself into our own and directly I was inside, literally still in the hallway, quickly released my erection to masturbate frantically into Marie's knickers! It seemed as if I'd been erect for hours.
When I went to bed I masturbated again while reliving in my mind the extraordinary events of the evening.

Incredible as it seems I masturbated again first thing this morning and can only put it down to pent-up frustration caused by my lack of sex over the last fortnight.
While I served their breakfast Doug asked me if I'd had a wank. When I replied in the affirmative he asked how many times, seeming to possess an uncanny knack of divining things.
"Three," I replied, almost whispering in my shame, which Doug found highly amusing.
Marie had done most of her packing so I loaded the car while they breakfasted, wanting to escape the gloating Doug as quickly as possible. However, it wasn't that simple. I was sent upstairs to change Doug's soiled sheets for one last time while they said their goodbye's in the hall. The crumpled, semen-stained top sheet showed evidence of much sexual activity and I bundled it up quickly. Out of sight, out of mind.
While Marie went out to the car Doug held me back. "I'm keeping these as a trophy," he smirked, fishing a pair of Marie's knickers from his pocket.
"I've fucked your wife twenty seven times in eleven days," he went on, seemingly boasting of his prowess. "While you haven't had it at all."
Doug's laughter followed me out to the car.
We were both very quiet during the journey home, Marie I suspect already beginning to regret her fling with Doug.

Marie has been subdued all week, no doubt suffering remorse of conscience over her indiscretion with Doug.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 10, 2003.
I wanted sex this morning and Marie, though obviously reluctant, obliged. It was a disaster. Within seconds of entering her I came, depressingly unable to keep the image of Doug's backside pumping away between my wife's thighs out of my mind. A waste of a condom really as it had taken me longer to put it on than fill it! Obviously it did nothing for Marie but I think she was happy it was over so quickly, not being at all in the mood.

Part 2.

(My first Journal extracts indicate just how naïve I must have been at the time and also perhaps my inadequacy in the bedroom. The following extracts do nothing to lessen my sense of humiliation, just the reverse in fact.)

Our sex life remains non-existent at the moment but at least Marie seems to be emerging from the listless, subdued state she's been in ever since our holiday. In fact she seems to be returning, albeit slowly, to her old cheerful and bubbly self. Perhaps she's getting over the guilt feelings about her adulterous affair with Doug.

(I hadn't had sex with my wife since the disastrous episode mentioned at the end of the first Journal extracts but my assessment of Marie's feelings couldn't have been further from the truth, as the following extract will show.)

Marie's growing cheerfulness, her demeanour seeming to become more animated with each passing day, has been explained. I'm writing up my Journal in our spare bedroom whilst very aware of the rhythmic pounding of bedsprings emanating from the adjacent master bedroom. The sound of the bedsprings coupled with my wife's ecstatic cries, makes it plain that Doug is fucking her yet again. He only arrived five hours ago but has already fucked Marie three times! This is a resume of the day's events.

Hoping to take advantage of Marie's cheerfulness this morning - she was singing in the shower - I tentatively suggested sex, pointing out that it had been a long time. She just laughed however, and told me to be patient; I would be able to relieve my frustration later. I now know what she meant as within minutes of his arrival Doug was fucking my wife on the hall floor with me, to my shame, masturbating while I watched. I was that frustrated!
We were sitting in the lounge when Marie suddenly jumped up exclaiming, "He's here!" before dashing out to the front door.
She'd been in a strange mood all day, a sense of nervous anticipation about her, and I now saw the reason why. Looking out of the window I was astonished to recognise Doug's car on the drive and the guy himself alighting from it. Stunned, I followed Marie out into the hall in time to witness her greeting Doug with a long and passionate kiss during which his hands squeezed her bottom. Then the aforementioned scene took place.
Lifting my wife's skirt, Doug said, "Good, you've taken your knickers off ready for me."
"Of course, it's what you wanted. I took them off hour's ago!" 
Lowering her to the carpet, where Marie pulled her skirt high and eagerly spread her legs - far too eagerly for my liking, Doug swiftly dropped his trousers and underpants to mount her. The front door having been left open in their eagerness to get at one another, I hastily closed it. Then, and hoping they wouldn't see me, I quickly unzipped to release my own erection. To my undying shame I then masturbated frantically, eyes glued to Doug's buttocks, pumping rapidly up and down between my wife's thighs. I quickly came in my hand and then leaned back against the door, shattered by the experience but with eyes still glued to Doug's pumping buttocks.
Only when their intercourse was over did Doug acknowledge my existence, saying, "Fetch my cases from the car and unpack them in the main bedroom after shifting your stuff to the spare. I shall be occupying the marital bed for the next seven weeks."
Like in Cornwall I just turned to carry out his bidding, devastated by his comment about staying seven weeks. I did as Doug wanted, first moving all my clothes and anything else I might need into the spare bedroom, before installing his in their place. For some reason, I found the distasteful task of unpacking Doug's underpants particularly humiliating.
I'd just about finished when they came in, Marie naked but for stockings and suspenders, her radiance plain to see. Doug, in just his underpants, said, "Good, you've finished. Now clear off and close the door on your way out."
My last glimpse as I closed the door was of Doug slipping out of his underpants with my wife already on the bed, legs wide apart awaiting his pleasure. I experienced a pang of envy when I saw Doug's penis and Marie's very obvious eagerness to receive it. I'd forgotten, perhaps deliberately, just how big he is.
It turns out that Doug owns several properties in and around Looe, deriving a very good income from them. He closes most of the holiday homes at the end of October for the winter months, employing a couple of cleaners/handymen to do any work that is needed during that period. Hence his sudden appearance at our house and the explanation for Marie's growing cheerfulness as his arrival time approached. Unbeknown to me they've kept in touch.

Doug, already making his presence felt, has ordered me to fetch his newspaper and serve their breakfast in bed each morning just like I did in Cornwall. It will mean a bit of a rush on work days but so be it.
(Fortunately I run my own business and can be fairly flexible in my hours. Marie does a certain amount of office work for the firm but during Doug's stay I had to employ a temp to carry out her duties. Another expense, but he said - and I quote - that my wife would be spending far too much time on her back with her legs open to have any to spare for mundane work.)
I was ordered to wash his car this afternoon, getting rid of the grime accumulated during his journey here.
"In fact you can clean my car once a week during my stay," he added with a grin while giving me my instructions.
I was ordered to fill his car up with petrol after cleaning it, which I did despite knowing from past experience that I wouldn't be reimbursed the cost. Later I received my reward! Telling me to drop my trousers and underpants Doug ordered me across his knee for a spanking, first calling Marie from the kitchen to witness it.
"Just so you understand you place," he grinned, beginning to spank my bared backside.
As with my experiences in Cornwall there was never any question of refusal in my mind, I just submitted meekly to the guy. I found it particularly galling that, as in Cornwall, Marie actually encouraged Doug in his chastisement of my buttocks, seeming to find it exciting. However by the time I was permitted to stand I sported a full erection, something a mocking Doug pointed out to Marie, so surprisingly a part of me must find this sort of thing arousing.
Because he intends staying with us until Christmas they've concocted a story in which he purports to be Marie's uncle should friends or acquaintances pay us a visit and
wonder who he is. Marie's family being mostly in Ireland and unlikely to turn up themselves it's hopefully a story we can get away with.
So it is that I have the dubious prospect of spending the next seven weeks sleeping alone while Doug takes my place in the marital bed, and between my wife's legs - as he delighted in telling me.

The following transaction took place between Doug and myself earlier today. It's now half-past ten and I'm preparing for bed.
“I've brought you these," Doug said handing me an envelope.
Inside I found six photographs of Marie, all depicting her naked and posing on his bed in Cornwall.
"You can keep those I've plenty more," he added with a smirk.
I'd known Doug to be a keen amateur photographer with some expensive looking equipment but hadn't realised Marie had posed for his camera during our holiday. I certainly wouldn't have expected it of her. Normally quite a shy girl it demonstrates my wife's infatuation for the guy.
"You can look at the pics and play with your little cock while I enjoy the real thing," Doug jeered.
With that he left the room, turning in the doorway to taunt, "Make the most of the pics; they're the closest you'll get to it for a couple of months."
Indeed, with the photos of my wife laid out before me I've just masturbated, the visual stimuli augmented by Marie's ecstatic cries as Doug pleasured her next door!

Thankfully Doug has now returned home to prepare for Christmas, as one or more of his children will be staying with him over the festive period. There is however a cloud on the horizon as he promised to return early in the New Year and stay until Easter; when his letting season begins. To my shame Doug's words about me being able to use the photos for masturbatory purposes proved all too prophetic. Night after night I've sat here looking at the nude pictures of my wife while masturbating to the sounds of her being fucked by Doug in my own bed.

Despite Doug's absence there has been no resumption of marital relations for me; his promised return scuppering any hopes, not that I really had any, in that direction. I haven't even been allowed to move back into the marital bedroom, Doug saying it wouldn't be worth the trouble of reinstating my things just to move them out again when he returns. He's left most of his clothes here anyway and I'm depressingly aware that my wife sleeps with a pair of his underpants on the vacant pillow beside her. Doug also left a couple of nude photos of himself on the bedside cabinet, in one of which he sports a full erection, to remind Marie of what she's missing in his absence.

At long last Marie has been willing to discuss her fling with Doug. She assures me she's not in love with him and that I'll understand her needs. Blushing somewhat, my wife told me she'd never realised that the sexual pleasure and satisfaction she experiences with Doug could exist. To my shame it seems I've never been able to satisfy my wife in bed but prior to her fling with Doug she hadn't really thought much about it. Adding further to my sense of shame and humiliation, Marie said she'd never experienced orgasm with me; Doug on the other hand, took her there every time they made love, even producing multiple orgasms in her at times, which my ears testified to!
(Unfortunately, she must also have said something to Doug on similar lines because over the next three months he frequently taunted me about the way he was bringing my wife to orgasm, day after day, while I never had.)

Doug has returned bringing me a Christmas present! It's a cane which he said will replace his hand for my weekly punishment.

I can now testify that a caning is far more painful than a spanking! In fact, I'm lying on my stomach to write up my Journal, the by now very familiar sounds of pounding bedsprings and ecstatic cries emanating from next door.

I must ask Doug not to cane me on Wednesdays. At the meeting tonight, Councillor B commented that I was fidgeting about in my chair like a cat on a hot tin roof. Good job he didn't know my buttocks felt on fire from the severe caning they'd received just prior to my departure from home, and that while I was struggling to concentrate on the agenda my wife was in bed with her lover.

SUNDAY, APRIL 4, 2004.
Doug has gone having spent the last three months fucking my wife pretty much on a daily basis, usually more than once a day, lucky blighter. They even had anal intercourse during her periods, a fact which Doug delighted in telling me. I'm surprised my wife could take such a large penis in that way but her wild and lusty yells and shouts left me in no doubt as to the truth of his words. I'm also rather shocked by Marie's evident enjoyment of anal intercourse with him, not having experienced it before. Of course, Doug derived great pleasure in taunting me about how intimately he knows my wife, saying that unlike me he's come inside her mouth, vagina and anus.
His parting shot - and something I have little reason to doubt - is that Marie will never again be satisfied with my tiny penis, having been fucked hundreds of times by his much larger one.
"I've been breaking your wife in for other guys to enjoy," he teased.

(Perhaps inevitably his final words proved all too true. Over the years since then a growing number of guys have had the pleasure of fucking my wife as further Chapters of my Journal extracts will show.)

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