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Incident #4, part 3
His approach at this first meeting was to start talking to her about sex, in a more generalized way. So he “confessed” that he had a problem with sex in that it was hard for him to cum, and he would usually have to go an hour before shooting his load. My wife’s reported response was revealing in that she did not point out that she was married and change the subject, but pursued it, something more like an invitation. In her later taunt of me she said she explained to him enthusiastically that what he described was not a problem, but a great asset.

I realize now it was her tactic, when she would taunt me, to hint at the cucking I was getting, but then back off and explain her comments as a joke. (Those guys who laugh at me for the multiple cuckings I’ve gotten I’m sure would point out my inability or unwillingness to see through this is exactly why I deserve all those cuckings!).

Incident #4, part 4
How I could possibly not see all the evidence? I guess at some level I did, but wanted to ignore it. I don’t remember feeling humiliated about what I was being treated to back then so much as being uncertain and confused, but the humiliation sure kicks in now in putting it back together in these accounts! At the time I was more desperate to dismiss or excuse the details as not adding up to much. Big mistake. I doubt she could have imagined the effect today of finally confronting these incidents and putting together some account of the cucking I was getting, or the even greater humiliation of acknowledging it to others. (Though that greater humiliation produces fantastic erections!)

The various comments she made about the details of this guy cucking me are difficult to place in the narrative because this particular entry in my cuckold record went on for two full years!

Incident #4, part 5
She said at that first meeting he had a go at her she was wearing overall jeans with a t-shirt, and no bra. She teased me at one point that when sitting on a bed with him, he opened the front of her jeans and “he got to everything” and that she wanted “to see how far he would go.” It sounds like the slow approach of a first time, but I can’t be sure that it wasn’t any other time in the two years he was enjoying my wife’s pussy with his cock. Whatever way he began feeling her up that first night, when his hands went down her panties to discover her shaved pussy, I’m sure it became inevitable for him that this was going to be a full cuckolding of me, not just some feel-up. It was fitting of his humiliating of me here in fucking my wife as I’m sure he did that first night, that he became that night the last guy to plow my wife’s shaved pussy, not me.

Incident #4, part 6
In the case of this particular guy cuckolding me it wasn’t even that I had only the evidence she would taunt me with. One night some weeks into the fall term I had telephoned her. By this time she had moved in to share an apartment with another student. As I tended to stay up quite late, the call was not much before midnight. Her roommate was shocked and just a little bit annoyed that I would want to talk to my wife so late. So she blurted out I couldn’t speak to her because she was over at this guy’s place. I did meet this girl once, and she was as innocent and naïve as I was, so she probably did think that my wife was studying this late with this guy. But it's hard not to conclude now that in fact she was in his bed enjoying taking the thrusts of his cock. It would be interesting to know the number of orgasms she took from him in that hour of plowing that he claimed was necessary before he came in her.

Incident #4, part 7
After this guy had her for the entire academic year, she returned for the summer to our apartment. Not long after she got a postcard from him showing some giant marble column in the city where he lived. He wrote on it that if she was ever there, she should be sure to take a look at it. It looked like he had every intention of continuing his cucking of me the following year, which he made good on. But the card I think also indicates that he was aware of how showing her an erect cock was one of the easiest ways to get to fuck her (and cuck me). At some point in her taunts of me she did make it clear to me that she had been impressed by “his large, curved one.”

Incident #4, part 8
Beside that first fucking, the only time I can account now from some of her taunting of me was a night when he had escorted her back from some student party to her apartment. On entering the kitchen he must have decided that her pussy would be just the thing to finish off the evening, so he pushed her back onto the kitchen table, pulled her pants down, and treated her to that large, curved cock again.

Incident #4, part 9
I can’t say how often he had my wife; who knows? But it does appear pretty likely that during the school year he was having her pussy more than I was! I’d wish I could say that this guy’s cucking of me was the longest one I had to endure. Would it be more humiliating if it turned out there was someone who cucked me even longer? Maybe given the length of time and number of times I endured cuckolding it makes no difference. From what I know, though, he gets first place in the contest of who got his cock in my wife the most times. My inability to recognize much less do anything about the serious cucking I got from this guy is pretty embarrassing, but as I noted before the odd reality is that the humiliation is enormously arousing, not so much back when the suspicions arose, as now when I’ve forced myself to make an account of these humiliating incidents.

Incident #5, part 1
This last cucking I can’t place precisely in my time with her. She had told me about this middle-aged guy in her line of work who was a fixture at their business conferences. This was a guy of significant prestige among his business associates. But she said he had a reputation for hanging out in the hotel bar and either getting drunk or hitting on the younger women at the conference, apparently with some success. And she mentioned that a number of times that he had talked her up, too.

Incident #5, part 2
While I certainly think (as you can see from those photos I posted) that a guy might well be keen to put his cock in her, it is odd that she would be hanging out in the hotel bar, since she didn’t drink much. (Another warning sign I missed?) The guy was handsome enough, and she may have heard from other girls about his skills in bed. In the other times I got cuckolded (that I know about anyway) she seemed to be driven mostly by the opportunity to enjoy some guy thrusting his cock into her pussy. Here, however, this guy’s status in his profession I think was an additional incentive.

I should explain that my knowledge of this particular humiliation comes from a combination of her repeated hinting by mentioning how he kept hitting on her, and a description she gave me.

Incident #5, part 3.2
In a prelude to sex I asked her once to describe a fantasy of having someone fuck her. What I failed to realize in making that request is that she actually had very little in the way of sexual imagination. Since the “fantasy” she described lines up exactly with this guy (middle-aged, conference, bar, hotel) I think what she really described was the time this guy triumphed in his efforts to take her into his bed, and added another rack to my cuck crown.

So, she said this middle-aged guy was persistent in hitting on her in the bar, and she apparently decided why not. She agreed to go up to his room. She did not mention anything about the elevator ride up to his room, but presumably he started to kiss her and feel her up, because as she described it, he “practically had my clothes off before we got in the door of the room”.