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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.

Incident #2, part 5
I have no reason to doubt the reality of this cuckolding incident (as you’ll see on another occasion, my wife didn’t have much of a sexual imagination), but on reflection I have some problems with details. (Again her giving accounts that are not consistent.) The pensione owner was very nice to me when I arrived a couple of weeks later, probably because she knew the humiliation I would feel in staying in this place where some people, staff or guests, must have know that some teen had been banging my wife, and I was walking around with cuck horns and not even aware of it. But how would she have known that my wife had been fucked in some doorway?

Incident #2, part 6
Also, this was a sailor, just off a tour and about to ship out again, (and 18!) if he was lucky enough to pick up some girl who would let him get her pants off, would he really be satisfied with just a quick fuck in a doorway? Even if one believes (I doubt it) that they could pull this off on the street of a busy city like Paris, why would that be his choice? He could hardly get to see much that way. Why not take her back to his hotel where he could have her multiple times? At 18 a quick fuck hardly seems likely to be satisfying. And standing sex may have its attractions, but it is not the best way to get all of her body and take full advantage of her pussy.

Incident #2, part 7
It occurred to me that as her goal was to make me know without being able to deny it that she had treated me to the humiliating experience of knowing some guy had plowed my wife, it was only needed that I understand that he had had his aroused cock in her to achieve her goal, not necessarily revealing the full length of pleasure she experienced when I was being cucked. I realized that the probable reason why the sailor happened to be in the same local café was that he too was staying the in same pensione as my wife. This would also give him an opening if he knew they were staying at the same place. This would also account for the owner’s fury at knowing she had cuckolded her husband (the proprietress had fairly strict rules about no guests in the rooms).

Incident #2, part 8
She likely saw her going into his room that night, or perhaps coming out the next morning. Of course, her spending the entire night in the sailor’s bed would allow him a more complete experience of her pussy, feeling her up, getting her ready with oral sex, treating her pussy to his erect cock, and the positions her could have taken her in. At 18 I’m sure he could get hard without end all night. If you think I’m exaggerating what likely happened here because of the arousal of knowing at a minimum that he had plowed my wife, do let me know. It is erection-producing to come to terms with how many times I got cucked, but I should keep this within the realm of reality. After all, the minimal reality I had to deal with from that moment was that another guy had taken my wife. That forced me to consider those suspicions. Could I have been that naïve those other times?

Incident #3, part 1.
I should include this incident not because it is very extensive, but only since it may be the first guy who cucked me. But I can’t be certain, so I include it here simply as the possibility of that first time I got humiliated by some other guy’s cock. Early in our marriage we had moved to a small city we had never been in before for my wife’s new job. A nice couple, one of whom was in the same line of work (I no longer remember which one), invited us over for a welcoming dinner. As I say, they seemed very nice, about 10 or 15 years older than we were.

Incident #3, part 2
Later that year the guy and my wife were together in some amateur theater production, the kind of thing that doesn’t interest me, but gave them a lot of time together, though presumably with others usually around. All I remember of the production is that it involved a lot of characters lying on top of other characters on a sofa. Shortly after that my wife informed me that the guy told her that he was leaving his wife, and asked if he could stay at our apartment for a short time until he could find some place to live. He and his wife had been nice to us, so I figured why not.

We all did some drinking the night he arrived, and the next morning I left for work. The encounter I describe here is my wife’s account she related to me in rather excited terms when I came home that evening.