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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.

Incident #4, part 3
The guy was then gone. But in the morning he was still in bed in the extra room when I left. My wife was doing something in the kitchen when she heard him in the shower. Shortly after, he came into the room and called to her. When she turned around she saw him standing there with only a bath towel around him, which he dropped to the floor to reveal a huge erection. In relating this she was fixed on how she admired and found so sexy his erect cock, and whether she should take him up on his offer. Whether he plowed her that morning or not I simply can’t say. There are plenty of ways for him to have enjoyed her front or back in a kitchen. My only hesitancy in just dismissing the whole event as unrelated to my later humiliations in being cucked is that she could have just let the whole thing pass without a mention and I would have been none the wiser.

Incident #3, part 4
But perhaps this was her way of avoiding having to explain, should a story ever get back to me that this guy had his cock in my wife, by having already told me her more innocent version. Given the later occasions when she did allow guys to have her pussy, reducing me to cuckold status, I think it’s not out of the question that this is where it all began. She did want me to know that she admired this guy’s erection, and was at least thinking about letting him use it on her. Was it all just harmless on her part, or a full-blown cuckolding? I just don’t know. In the humiliating (but arousing) exercise of fully admitting to myself my record of having been turned into a cuckold, it is difficult to not be suspicious. With my later record of being cucked, I can’t shake those suspicions.

Incident #4, part 1
My wife had enrolled in a graduate school in another city from where our apartment was. This would require her to be there for the academic year, except for holidays, and back at our apartment in the summers. The summer before she began was the one when she had decided to go the entire summer with her pussy shaved. (She had bought a tiny string bikini. We lived no where near any water, but she liked to lay out in the public space of the apartment sunbathing. As I think I mentioned before, she liked showing off her body, a feature that probably contributed to the trouble I got into with guys cuckolding me.) As the shaved pussy was new, and one of her best features was the shape and protrusion of her labia, you can imagine this was pretty hot. And having taken ballet, she was really skilled at spreading her legs wide and showing off those labia.

Incident #4, part 2
The mistake I made here was in not realizing the danger that when she left in the fall for graduate school, she had not let her bush start growing back, and was still sporting a shaved pussy.

She got a room in a graduate dorm, and at the end of the first week, sure enough, another new graduate student came around to her room. He was just starting out, and well younger than she, but as I should now know from the sailor in Paris, taking the erection of a much younger guy was something that appealed to her (but not a requirement, as you will see later). What I know of this incident is from her taunts of me at times of tension between us, providing me (if I wasn’t so naïve) with just enough detail for someone with more sense to realize what was being done to his wife (and her enjoyment of it!).