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Mother Nature and the Willing Cuckold
(Kelly Addams)

Gus swallowed hard as realisation struck hard, my wife is dominant! 

He'd just accepted something that he'd never considered before. The reason that we always get along so well! It's because I don't argue, I accept. I bloody hate kimchi but I don't complain when I have it with every other meal. I don't complain because it's what she wants, and if Michelle wants, then I'm happy to agree. She chooses where we take our vacations, she chooses what we eat and when, she even chooses when we fuck. He thought back and couldn't remember a time when he'd been allowed to instigate intimacy. Because we do it when she feels horny, not when I'm feeling that way. She'd never been hard faced about it as she turned him down, it was always like a plea? a case of "Please don't ask me for that now lover, I'm so tired." 

Or her back aches, or a headache, or the time of the month, or stress! And what do I do, I meekly accept because when she says no I never push the issue.

"Without wearing chrome studded black leather and hooker boots, my wife is dominant. She is in control without it being a Mistress type scenario. She tells me what to do, and I do it because I'm happy to submit to her authority."

Submit? Gus debated. Is that what I've done, have I subconsciously submitted to my dominant wife?

It hadn't been a conscious decision, that much was clear, but all of the facts pointed to a submissive streak. And that is probably why the thought of her fucking someone else turns me on so much. It would be humiliating. For some time Gus imagined what it would be like to hover outside the bedroom and hear her gasping and moaning as she rode a hard cock to the ultimate conclusion. To hear the bed they shared squeak rhythmically, he imagined wincing to hear a male voice crudely encouraging her. And after, to smell sex on my wife, that aroma of sweat and cum. Her cum and his cum but not mine.

Oh Fuck, I really am a cuckold he groaned as he slipped into the bathroom and swiftly released the pressure that had built in his balls. Impotent cum splashed down into the toilet bowl, and again Gus groaned, what was the point of ejaculation if his semen was worthless?

That was the ultimate frustration, because his cock worked perfectly, it never failed to rise to the occasion. Often it rose as he delivered his broadcast and those were the times that he was relieved that when on air he was seated behind a desk. I'd be screwed if I was the weatherman he often chuckled to himself as his boner raged while the camera focussed on his face, the weatherman had to stand in front of the green screen, and I know for sure that the bulge would show, and that some old biddy out there would write in to complain about my disgusting display.

So I have finally realised that I'm a submissive cuckold he told himself?

Now to do something about it.

Now to get my wife fucked? while I listen at the door, and jerk myself off like a madman.