Things Are Never What They Seem
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The Diary by ChuckEpoo (edited)
The longer I live, the more I believe the old adage that things are never what they seem. I’m a generally easy going kind of guy, and until recently seemed to have had a fairly normal life. It appeared like I had it all. I was at the pinnacle of success, with a great job, a gorgeous wife, plenty of wealth, and a large home in the suburbs. This is my account of how my perfect life came tumbling down. But before I bring you up to present I will go back six weeks.
It was February 2, 2014, and I was sitting in our home office listening with much trepidation to the sound of my wife of thirteen years, getting her brains fucked out. I remember the pain I felt in my heart as I heard the headboard banging against the wall, with such ferocity the family photos shook.
Julie’s voice was a series of unintelligible grunts and moans, as he slammed her wanton cunt with a power I have never given her. I felt humiliation that my lovemaking had only produced an occasional sigh or mumble of satisfaction as she rolled off to sleep. They had been going at this for over an hour and it seemed It was not stopping any time soon.
That morning she had worked hard preparing herself for her lover, primping, doing her hair, and carefully applying her makeup. It seemed like she was getting ready for the prom, not get fucked by a stranger. She asked me to clean the house and spend extra time in our bedroom. Well, I had always thought of it as our bedroom, but now I guess was to be their bedroom.
I had been sleeping in the guest room for over a week, at his request. During her online chats with him, he had told her to not have sex in any form until he showed up on Saturday. She said this was only temporary. This whole thing seemed like a fantasy gone wild. Not mine, but hers. She assured me this was a onetime thing.
Around noon, Julie had called out, “Mark, come up here. I need your help.”
“I will be right there. Just finishing up the laundry.”
When I entered the bathroom she was sitting on the edge of the tub naked with her legs spread. She handed me a razor and shaving gel.
“Shave me! Jerome told me he likes bald pussy. Be careful, and don’t forget to rub the oil on it when you are done. I don’t want a rash.”
Obediently I did what she commanded, with mixed feelings. I knew our life was forever going to change in a few hours, and my gorgeous thirty-two-year-old wife isn’t going to be mine exclusively any longer, but for some reason, I was excited, sporting a rock hard erection. After I finished the shaving job, I recall that Julie stood in front of the full length mirror admiring herself.
She was a true beauty, with stunning natural shoulder length strawberry blond hair, framing the face of an angel. Her eyes were deep blue and lips were sensual, with the applied red gloss. Julie always maintained her body by running every morning, eating right and going to the gym regularly. I loved her long legs and firm, shapely round butt, but I think her most noticeable as assets were her full, natural breasts and pert, pink nipples.
“Well, what do you think?” She asked.
“You are truly beautiful. I love you.”
“I love you too… Now go finish your chores!”
Her dominating mannerisms were something that started a short time ago. It started with her saying she felt poorly and needed my help around the house. I worked long hours and she was the homemaker, but I agreed to help. It was not like we are messy with just the two of us, so it didn’t seem unusual. However, it somehow seemed to stick and I was now responsible for most of the household chores. Besides, I’m rewarded at bedtime, if you get my drift.
About four-thirty the doorbell rang. Julie asked me to answer it. When I opened the door, standing in front of me was a tall, muscular black man, about six feet four, in a snug fit t-shirt and jeans.
“Hi, I’m Jerome. I’m a bit early, but I couldn’t wait to get the evening started,” he said, extending his hand. His grip almost crushingly firm.
“Come in. Julie will be down in a minute. Can I get you a drink?”
“A beer is fine.”
“I’ll be right down. You get acquainted,” Julie shouted from upstairs.
I led him into the living room nervously, thinking about what was soon to transpire. He sat on the sofa and was looking at our family album while I had gone to retrieve the drinks.
I called out to Julie, “Would you like a drink, dear?”
“A white wine with some 7-Up please… Be there in ten.”
I brought the drinks, handed him a Bud Lite and set the wine cooler on the coffee table. I sat opposite him, not quite knowing what to say. After all, this man was about to take everything I hold dear from me. My wife, my marriage, and whatever dignity I had left.
“From what I understand from your wife, this is your first time?”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“How are you feeling?”
The question was not one that I wanted to answer with a stranger, especially one that was going to be fucking my wife. So I just said, “Okay… I suppose.”
“Okay?” He said with raised eyebrows and then laughed loudly. “Dog, I’m not new to this shit, and I know you’re anything but okay. It is ripping you in half thinking your wife wants me to give her what you can’t, a big cock. You feel helpless. You feel emasculated. You feel humiliated… You don’t feel OKAY.”
I suddenly felt the urge to kill this man. “Fuck you!”
“That’s better, Dog, show some passion. I know I will when I shove in my big fat cock up your wife’s ass.”
“So, what are you boys talking about?” Julie asked as she walked down the stairs in a pink see through night gown and high heels. I thought how she never dressed so sexy for me.
“We were discussing how beautiful and sexy you are,” replied Jerome, standing to greet her.
“Is that right, Marky? Is that what you were talking about?”
“Not exactly,” I said flushed with anger.
Julie walked up to Jerome and he kissed her with a lingering kiss. He was cupping her butt cheeks and tonguing her deep. I was getting angrier as the moments passed and she saw that. What kind of sadistic game is she playing, I wondered? Then, like rubbing salt into the wound, she pulled back and said, “I want you to see a real man’s cock, Marky. Take off your clothes so we can compare your dicklette to a man sized prick.
“No! I don’t want to!”
“Do it, now!” She commanded.
I reluctantly unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, and folded it neatly placing it on the back of the couch.
“Hurry the fuck up, Marky! We don’t have all day,” she ordered.
I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and stepped out of my trousers. Impatiently, she pulled down my boxers. I wanted to act uninterested but my hard erection betrayed me. So I stood there proudly while she went to Jerome.
“See what I have to work with,” she said to Jerome.
“Damn, Dog, you white boi’s have such shrinky dicks. How big is that… monster?”
The way he said monster left me in no doubt he was being sarcastic. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me right then. “Answer him,” Julie insisted.
“Four inches,” I replied, looking down at the floor. My face burned red.
Jerome laughed. “I’m bigger than you when I’m soft, dog. Any wonder your wife come looking for some real dick.”
Julie unzipped his large bulge and pulled out the most humongous cock I had ever seen. It was like a big black snake with huge head and veins popping out. I couldn’t believe she was actually going to be fucked by that. It would be like giving birth. She stroked it, and it grew even bigger in her hand.
“Come here, Marky, and feel how big it is.”
“Come over and feel it! If you don’t, you won’t get your cock sucked later. Be a good boy.”
“No!” I said emphatically, trying to retain at least a sliver of self-respect.
“Your choice, bad boy. Nothing for you later. We are going to our bedroom. Don’t bother us,” Julie commanded, leading Jerome up the stairs. He grinned back at me with a sarcastic smile.
So there I was, sitting in the office trying to piece together how this all transpired. This was never something I fantasised about, or sought out. I was happy with my life. I was a professional architect that had just made partner in my firm. I had a beautiful home, and an even more beautiful wife I loved, and would do anything for. That is my weakness, love. I turned on Julie’s laptop. Never once had I poked into her business, but I wanted answers.
As her computer booted I heard them starting up again. “Oh god, fuck me! Fuck me!” Julie screamed in passion.
Bang, bang, bang, I listened as the bed again slammed against the wall. That infuriated me. I never thought of myself as an ineffectual lover. I have a little cock I know, I’m not stupid. However, I work out and play racquetball to stay fit. I realised after we had been married a while the sex dropped off to once a week, but don’t most couples struggle a bit in this area?
The computer had finished booting and was up and running. I perused the desktop. The icons seemed to be the normal ones of word processor, photo editors, quicken, and a menu program. I don’t remember why, but I clicked on the icon that said My Menus. When it opened it there was a series of file folders, most with food dish names.
However, there was one that said My Diary. I clicked on it and a password security popped up. I thought it made sense a private diary would have a password. I had never once violated Julie’s privacy, but In desperation for answers I tried a few words. They failed.
“Marky! Bring us something to drink,” Julie shouted from the bedroom.
I thought how this had gone far enough, but I made Julie another wine cooler in a tall glass and grabbed another beer for her lover. I tapped on the door and was told to come in. When I entered the bedroom I almost dropped the drinks. He was on his back and she was in a reverse cowgirl position. His giant cock was thrusting in and out like a piston with a squishy sound at each stroke.
“Put the drinks on the night stand and watch how a real man fucks.”
She lifted her hips and he showed his expertise by slamming his monster cock into her cunt at a rapid pace. Julie gasped at each thrust with their skin slapping, like clapping your hands.
“Pay attention! This is how a real man fucks,” Julie taunted.
I quickly had enough. I have no interest watching my wife being pounded like a whore. It felt like being stabbed in the heart. I put the drinks down on the night stand and immediately left, shutting the door behind me.
“Don’t forget to feed Penny and give her some water,” she shouted through the door.
Feed your fucking cat too, Bitch, I thought to myself. “Hmmm,” I said as I left.
I went back to the computer and typed p-e-n-n-y into the password box. The program opened. Gotcha, I thought. I was in her diary. It was organised by date going back to 1999. I searched several entries like the day we met, our engagement, and wedding.
March 23, 2001. Mark Thomas: Went with Cathy tonight to the Bandar. Met this kind of dorky guy named Mark. Not my type, but Cathy says he comes from real money. I’m graduating high school and not going to work some fucking retail job the rest of my life. I still hold my V card and will gladly trade it for a lifetime meal ticket. He asked me to go on a date. Dinner and movie. How original. Gezzz.
March 30, 2001. Dorksville: Mark picked me up at six in his Chevy Nova. Plain car suits him. I couldn’t believe he took me to Carrows. I guess that means he is frugal. He explained he is on a budget and is trying to make ends meet. He just graduated from college and is trying to establish himself. That all is a crock. He’s just another tight ass. Mark told me that he is attracted to me. Of course he would be, I’m hot, and he’s not. Held my hand in the movies. Clammy and sweaty. The movie was great, Harry Potter. Daniel Radcliffe kinda looks like Mark. LOL. He fumbled around and finally went for a kiss. (Gag) Popcorn breath.
June 30, 2001. E-day: We have dated three months and he finally took the hint and offered me a ring. Not a moment too early. My mom expects me to get a job now that I’m graduated. Barely graduated, guess they graduate anyone. LOL. I only had a 1.5 GPA. I told Mark I had graduated with honours. He will believe anything. I deserved an acting award when I blustered at his offer of marriage and almost swooned. The only surprise here was the cheap ass bought me a half carat diamond. I thought he was good for at least a whole carat. It is so cute the way he told me all the reasons he loves me. I can’t think, of any myself so I just said, me too.
November 9, 2001. V-day: Well, I’m now Mrs. Thomas. The wedding was so beautiful and totally paid for by his folks. They spared no expense. Band, catered food, a paid for honeymoon to Hawaii, a new car, and a sizeable down payment for a house. Fucking awesome! Cathy was right. He comes from money. Gave up my V card tonight. No big whoop. Hurt a little, but I have to say Mark is gentle and loving. The only downer is his cock, I thought it’d be bigger. But it looks small to me. Sex felt nice and I think I came. His dick size has caught me by surprise though. The morning was better. We fucked till it was time to check out, he liked it that’s for sure. I’m happy he loves me so much, small dick guys are easy to control. His mom hates me. I can sense it. She thinks I’m a gold digger. Maybe the shovel tipped her off. LMAO.
After reading several more entries, mostly just rambling about nothing and demeaning me, I was seething with anger. That fucking bitch, I screamed in my mind! Then I came upon a separate file. Just when I was about to open it, I heard Julie call out again.
“Marky! Come up here now! I have a job for you.”
My uncontrollable anger led the way as I made my way upstairs. This whole thing confused me greatly as I pondered what had transpired to this point and what I had read in her journal. Never in my life had I felt this much rage, but instead of leaving, there I was doing what I was instructed. When I opened the bedroom door, there’s Julie spread on the bed with cum pouring out her gaping pussy.
“Come here, and clean me up,” she ordered.
I went to the bathroom to get a towel.
“Not with a towel, moron, with your tongue. Just like you were taught.”
“But… That was my cum. This is…” I began.
“Shut up! Get over here, cucky,” she shouted forcibly and Jerome smirked at me.
Totally humiliated I obeyed, but not sure why. I was disgusted with this whole scenario. However, again, my erection was betraying my emotions. I laid on the bed and slowly crawled toward her oozing twat.
“Clean the master first!”
“What! No fucking way!”
Jerome slid over holding his cum covered cock in my face. I had never in my life entertained a thought of touching another man’s penis. He slapped it against my cheek and lips. I could taste the saltiness, and it was not unlike my own. As I reluctantly licked the head, it swelled with my touch. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his meat into my mouth. I succumbed to this face fucking but I was gagging as he forced it down deeper.
“Suck it, bitch boy!” Jerome instructed, as he held my hair pumping my head back and forth, thrusting till his massive cock hit the back of my throat.
I thought I would puke. It was so thick it barely fit into my mouth. “That’s enough, clean yo bitch now,” he commanded.
Her pussy was overflowing with thick white cum, pouring out and trickling between her cheeks. I licked her pussy like I did after we made love. First, I sucked up the external spunk and then thrust my tongue deep into her well fucked cavity. We have been doing this a year now and I know it gives her much pleasure.
Every time we had sex she had me lick out my cum giving her an intense orgasm. However, this was different. It was another man’s seed. I did my best in these circumstances. Then, I felt Jerome crawling over me with his balls dragging over my head, trying to claim his prize. I pulled away as his giant erection plunged into Julie’s wanton cunt.
I left the room, closing the door behind me. None of this made sense, I thought. It was not who I’m. I desired none of this. I couldn’t recognise myself.
Back at the computer, I explored further.
December 2, 2013: Met with Cathy today and told her how boring my sex life had become because of Marks small dick. I asked her why she and Paul always seemed so happy together. She shocked me when she said that it was simple, she fucked whomever she wanted with Paul’s consent. Cathy told me Paul’s cock is bigger than Marks, its six-inches. I laughed and said six inches would be heaven in my bedroom. Marks is like fucking a thumb. We laughed so hard I nearly wet myself. Julie told me she came across this article and said it changed her life.
It was shocking to read the comments Julie made of me. It was so demeaning to read how she had no respect for me at all. I felt so used. How could I love and dedicate my life to a person that had disdained me so? However, what I felt at that point is nothing like the anguish I would feel when I opened a separate folder called, Instruction. The folder was created almost a year ago. I went into shock when I read the file inside:
How to Cuckold Your Husband: Chapter 1
Turning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband will be completely submissive. He’ll satisfy all your sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your life, allow you to sleep with whomever you wish, subject himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of course, love you unconditionally.
But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most challenging things you ever do. The process is long, complicated, energy consuming, and by no means sure of success. The strain on your marriage will be unbelievable, it may be months before you succeed. In the end, it’ll be worth it. Remember, this is not about finding a cuckold, but making a cuckold. This is behaviour modification at its finest.
Hopefully this’ll help educate women on how to begin the wonderful journey of female domination and to hopefully relieve some of the apprehension that might prevent a woman from ever trying. After reading this, it’ll be clearer that cuckolding your husband isn’t as hard as it seems, and accomplishing this feat is more possible than you thought.
The most common reason a woman doesn’t cuckold her husband is that she thinks he’ll never go for it – that he’s not the type. This is such a myth, it must be dispelled immediately. Many cuckolds begin as ordinary husbands. Your husband may even seem as manly as men come, but don’t worry, cuckolding is often a just a matter of helping your hubby discover his submissive side. Take heart in the fact that underneath all his machismo and pride, there is a cock loving wimp that’s begging you to force him to do all sorts of nasty things.
Train Yourself First!
You must also train yourself to be sexually independent. If you want to control your husband you need to not need his penis. In the future, you’ll need to deny your husband the pleasures of your body, and this’ll be only possible if you are strong enough to abstain from sex. Sex between you and your hubby is probably pretty vanilla anyway if you’re thinking about cuckolding him, so it shouldn’t be too hard. Masturbate often. Splurge on vibrators, dildos, lotions, clothing, and pornography. Have fun! Visit your local sex shop and ask for ideas.
You may also want to think about buying toys that, after using for yourself, you can also use on your husband once he’s properly trained. The key is whenever you really have the urge for a fucking, train yourself to seek satisfaction from a source other than your husband. For example, when you’re horny, take out your vibrator.
My mouth dropped open in utter disbelief at what I read. I had honoured every vow I made when we were married. It was apparent to me now that all I ever was to her is a cash cow. She planned from the outset to use me, and my love for her. I went back to her diary, I read:
December 18, 2013: This has been easier than I thought. I already dress sexy so I just stepped it up a notch by not wearing a bra and panties. It is so hot the way men stare at me. I followed the plan and made Mark eat my pussy after he fucked me. He was like yuck at first, but did it when I asked him, because I said it really got me off. I’m in phase two now and am denying him intercourse. It’s no loss really, as since I have begun using large toys to masturbate, I don’t feel his tiny dick inside me anymore.
God, I should get an Oscar for how I fake it when he’s doing it. It’s so pathetic how he thrusts his tiny junk into me, I almost feel sorry for him. I love fucking. Toys don’t satisfy me as much as I had hoped. I need the real thing. The instructions said to feminise his name, so I call him Marky instead of Mark. It is amazing how this is working better than I ever thought it would.
December 28, 2013: Met Cathy at the mall shopping. We had lunch at the boutique patio and I told her that I started the program, but was at a roadblock now because I cut off Mark from sex. Except for giving him a blow job as a reward for doing what I asked. She seemed pleased to hear he’s now doing the mundane house chores for me. But I said it was hard not fucking. I told her I’m not into toys. Then she got a big smile on her face, pulled out her phone and made a quick call. She told me that she had a solution, but I had to wait a few minutes. In fifteen to twenty minutes a large black man approached us, grinning at Cathy. He walked up to her, kissed her on the mouth, and then sat with us. She introduced him as Jerome.
I offered my hand and he kissed it. So sweet. She said he was her bull and was hung like one too. Then Cathy cut to the chase and explained to him I was having a hard time with the abstinence phase cuckolding my husband. He offered to service me also, as casually as someone offering to do yard work. I was shocked when he took my hand under the table and placed it on the bulge in his loose fitting trousers.
I couldn’t believe it was real. Cathy assured me it was. We left the mall and went directly to her place where we all got naked and fooled around that whole afternoon. He is fucking huge! It took a while for him to get it in me, but was incredible when he did. I had a real orgasm, for the first time. It blew my mind to think that after all this time with Mark, he’d never really given me an orgasm. Cathy said what you expect, your husband isn’t equipped for it. I agreed.
As I read more entries I saw there were many more encounters with Jerome. She had lied to me saying this was their first encounter. In fact, she had lied to me since I met her about everything. Julie had never loved me and this whole marriage was a sham from the beginning. Her diary theme was about how she had no respect for me in any way. This whole cuckold thing was her manipulating me into something I’m not. I had enough.
I had an idea. I took my Canon DSLR off the table and went back to the bedroom and tapped on the door.
“I told you not to disturb us,” Julie shouted.
“I brought the camera and thought you might want some pictures and video.”
“Okay, but don’t bother us.”
When I went in she was on all fours, and he was deep in her ass. I quietly went to the front of them clicking photos as I went. Their faces were wracked with pleasure. I switched to video, and caught the action of her breasts swaying, as he violently hammered her.
“Oh god, fuck my ass! Give me that black cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
The bed was rocking like a boat with his thrusts. I switched back to photo. Jerome looked like he was ready, and I shot the action from behind. He was coming and his cock was coated with cum. Each stroke there was a squishy sound. I shot several rapid shots, trying to record the event. Cream was pouring out around his massive cock. Julie fell forward and he collapsed on top.
“Enough of that, cucky. Get us more to drink,” Jerome commanded.
“Yes, master,” I said, playing the part.
I went to the kitchen and made the drinks, a wine cooler for Julie and a light beer for Jerome. It was late and when I dropped off the drinks to the lovers, I saw they were both sound asleep. Quietly I got dressed and went back to the computer. But this time instead of reading her entries I made one of my own.
February 2, 2014:
By the time you wake up and discover this entry, I will have been long gone. I truly enjoyed your diary. Very informative, to say the least. I’ll have filed for divorce, closed out the bank accounts, credit cards and cut off your cell phone. Good luck with your new job, I understand Penny’s is hiring. Don’t bother about suing for alimony because those papers my parents had you sign at the wedding, the ones you were too lazy to read, were actually prenuptial agreements. You get… Nothing!
Now about Jerome, well actually Andrew, he’ll be facing his wife. You see he was stupid enough to leave his trousers on the living room floor. Looking at his driver’s license it says, Andrew Peterson, age 34, Married. Thanks for posing for me, I posted the pictures on both your Facebook pages. Then dropped off a CD of the pictures and video at Andrew’s house. Depending on if his wife has picked up the mail yet, he better rush home.
BTW. I would suggest the next time you password protect your diary, you use something other than your cat’s name. I would suggest something like, imafuckingwhore.
Mark (Formally Marky)
Well, that’s my tale. I went by the house this afternoon and Julie had cleared out her things. I have not heard from her in the six weeks since I left, and don’t expect to. I really don’t have a clue what my future might hold, but it won’t include cuckolding. Sure, I have a small dick and I’ve made peace with that. However, that doesn’t give anyone the right to treat me like their bitch. I know many readers of this tale will have expected me to gratefully accept a life of servitude to my ex-wife’s sexual satisfaction, but life is not that simple. I have learned many lessons through this, one of them is that things are never exactly the way they seem.