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Album, part 2
Her earlier sexual experiences were not my concern, and in fact I thought it rather odd that someone at that point would have gotten out of college without getting laid. These photos by her boyfriend he apparently put up at some point on the Internet. The preference in most shots for her posing with her legs erotically spread open is to me a pretty clear indication of her comfort early on with showing herself off, and that what she told me about never having had sex was just another of her explanations of things which didn’t hold up. That’s fine, but I guess you can say that it shows how simple it was for me to walk right into a future of being repeatedly cucked.

Album, part 3
My identification of these being my wife (see the photos I have already posted, taken about five years later by the photographer who was one of the sequence of guys who cuckolded me) is based on her face, her body and the shape of her bush, although her hairstyle had changed (in my opinion her later style is the better one). But I also recognized the furniture in her bedroom, confirming the identification. I have arranged the photos in the album in the order I think they were taken. The photographs are from three different occasions. The first two photos and the last one were at her boyfriend’s place (with that unbelievable interior decorating), the larger middle group at her parents’ house.

Great stories. Hope you post more pics of her.

Incident #1, part 1. [This description is for the photos posted: https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...5#post3303845] [or in the album "6-7 years later"]
We had traveled to visit her parents. Unknown to me she had gotten in contact with one of her boyfriends from college to arrange an evening together with him and his wife. When they arrived she wasn’t ready, but after some minutes came in to the room in full makeup and perfume, wearing the tiniest and tightest shorts and a halter top, ran up to him and pressed herself fully against him in a hug. We spent the evening playing cards, talking and drinking. I learned then he had a keen interest in photography. Days later she came in from shopping and handed me a stack of pictures. I was going away on a long trip and these were for me (it’s clear she didn’t fully trust me). She had gone to a photographer to have a portrait done for her parents she said.

Incident #1, part 2
As I went through them she made various explanations as to how these increasingly graphic shots came about, and what the photographer was saying. I kept my observations to myself. She said that after the first clothed shot, while she was changing blouses, the photographer came over to the changing room and asked if she would like to do some nude shots. She agreed and took off her clothes. From this point on she noticed that the photographer was sporting a large hard-on. She had a history of being attracted by erections. And he was constantly commenting on how he really liked her bush and wanted to lick it. When I got to the second shot focused on her tits, I did notice that unlike the previous shots, her breasts were now swollen and the nipples fully erect. It looked pretty clear that they had been fondled. And at this point her hair had been pushed back off her chest, and her necklaces had been taken off, along with her wedding ring

Incident #1, part 3
(there’s a shot I didn’t include of her hands against her legs, and there is no ring on). When I got to the shot with her one leg spread open and the photographer inches from her labia, she explained with some pride that there she was with her bush “all trimmed down.” True enough, but hardly consistent with her explanation the whole thing was a spontaneous agreement to do nude photos. When the photographer got between her legs, there was only the one shot (at least of the ones I saw!) but she said that he then “kept getting closer and closer and closer.” At that point her story just stopped, and she said got up and got dressed. But it does seem to me from the inconsistency of her account and the visuals that it is more likely that he gave her that large erection, and I was cucked. I can’t be sure if the photographer was her former boyfriend, or a real photographer, but the results are the same either way.

Incident #2, part 1
I can’t realistically say that I’ve been made the world’s biggest cuckold. Some guys surely must have taken it worse. But I’m sure some would say I got cucked far more often than someone should have allowed, if I had been more perceptive, and the humiliation I’ve been given I deserved. The humiliation of knowing that another (and worse, multiple others!) got to fuck my wife is intense, but that humiliation is also the source of the incredible arousal in thinking about (and piecing together and describing) the times these guys got to put their cocks in my wife. I don’t think the events I’m describing are like someone sharing his wife, since I got nothing in return but that set of cuckold’s horns. But as I said the intense arousal in describing these humiliating events is in its way its own reward (bizarre, but there it is!).

Incident #2, part 2
I’ll try to write up the occurrences (that I know of) as I can. I’ve not laid these out before. Perhaps it makes most sense to approach this intensely arousing task of describing the humiliation of being cucked by explaining how I came to confront for the first time the reality that I had been a cuckold for some time, rather than simply a chronology of the occasions. Since the high level of my humiliation was in part that I had been cucked multiple times, but also that I was unaware of my cuck’s horns at the time they were given me, suspicious, sure, but not willing to accept what some I’m sure would say I should have recognized.

Incident #2, part 3
When we were in the process of splitting up, during the more testy phase of that, she told me, I’m sure as a taunt, of an occasion when she was on a business trip in Paris. I was on a trip elsewhere, but would be joining her there a couple of weeks after the incident I’m describing. She had a room in a pensione run privately by a very nice middle-aged woman. My wife said she was feeling depressed at her isolation in a foreign city, and went down to the local café to do some drinking. She was approached by another American, a sailor who had taken the train up to Paris from wherever his ship was docked.

Incident #2, part 4
He was new in the Navy, only 18, and the next morning was leaving to get back to his ship. That would make him about 10 years younger than her at the time, but she still looked hot, and they spent the evening drinking. She drew my attention to how young he was, I imagine as a matter of pride that a young stud would try scoring with her. And I guess since she was taunting me, it was to let me know that a guy a lot younger than I was was going to be enjoying my wife. According to her, when he walked her back to the pensione, they got into it along the way, and he drew her into a building’s doorway and she let him fuck her there. The other bit of information she gave in her description was that the owner of the pensione was furious with her the next day.