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The guest closet is a medium-sized walk-in. Within a couple of weekends I'd blocked off the left side of it to make a small room. I pushed extra clothes we kept in that closet back against the opening to it. No guest would see it, unless they were in there poking around. I found a large piece of 1-way glass and used a mirror frame to make it look like a full-sized mirror on our bedroom wall.
Ginger went nuts when I'd finished. It was a while before we put it to good use, but she'd make me go in there and watch her play with herself until we pulled the trigger for real. There are a few of guys from the list now who she invites over when they're in town. Two of them know I'm watching, the other thinks he's banging my wife while I work late.
It turned out great. Ginger gets to have me watch her, something she loves. I don't have to see or talk to the guys. And I watch them fuck her in our bed, something that seems dirty and forbidden for no real good reason, but is a huge turn on for us both.
The unintended consequence of Mark's cum running down her leg led to the other thing that stuck around. She decided that day that seeing me lick someone else's cum off her skin was at least as much of a turn on as me licking it out of her.
The closet-room has paid off here as well. When she's in the mood for it, she just has them pull out, or she'll suck them off to finish them. I'll admit it's not my favorite thing to do, but the way she writhes around coupled with the things that come out of her mouth when I'm licking cum off of her make it easy to set aside my reservations.
Like I said, things have slowed down, but the intensity has stayed way up. She's with someone a few times a month now, more or less depending on their travel schedules. If it's slow, she'll ring up Chris or Mark and pay them a visit.
When I'm really lucky, which is every so often... really just once in a while, she'll saunter up to me, put her chin on my shoulder, and whisper "Why don't you go pick me out something to wear, and let's see if we can't get me laid tonight..."
And those...well, those are the best nights of all.
NOTE: This is the last of my stories about Ginger and I. While I love to write about it, and the fun certainly continues, I think there are only so many ways to describe the things that go on. I'd hate to become repetitious.
I do have my version of how Ginger and Sarah first hooked up knocking around in my head, and that will be next from me.
Until then, thanks for reading and thanks to those who had nice comments. For the haters, be sure to rate parts I and II the same low rating. I'd hate for you to be inconsistent after "not reading" them both. I hope you all find peace some day.
- COMMENTS
26thNCabout 5 years agoTruly a POS author writing about some whore named Ginger and her cuck husband. Says this is.last story, but it comes two stories too late.
TatankaBillover 6 years agoI'm sure Thomas is in cuckold heaven. Just like in the movie "Secretary" there is someone for everyone, and Thomas found his when he hooked up with the control freak Ginger. All her bullshit and feigned indignation when Thomas called her out for setting him up as part of her own machinations are fully understood by both of them, but Thomas LOVES being played by her, so they do this Kabuki dance where it's preordained that Ginger will get what she wants and Thomas will submit. He's a true masochist and she's just greedy! Having her set Thomas up with Sarah, choreograph the event and lay down the law about what he may and may not do was a great stroke. She gave him something of no value to herself and pressured him into thinking it was a prize. I think the Indians sold Manhattan under similar pretenses. But they were merely innocent while Thomas is a willing dupe.
This punches all the right cuckold buttons. It's really quite brilliantly done, I think. I alternately suffered and was elated right along with Thomas in his jealousy and incredible arousal by his slut wife. The humiliation of cuckoldry is not for me, but for Thomas it's at the very core of his sexual being. I can empathize...but no way could I tolerate it.
Very well written, and superbly told!
Anonymousabout 8 years agoYour stories put a lot of emphasis on honesty and integrity - between Ginger and Thomas. But you yourself are being dishonest and are deliberately perpetrating a fraud on your readers. The relationship you describe is the furthest thing away from the concept of "cuckolding". There are two absolutely necessary criteria of cuckolding that simply do not exist in your stories: first, a cuckold is a husband that does NOT know about (or condone) his wife's extramarital affairs; second, a cuckold is a husband who's wife has - unknown to him - been impregnated by another man, has given birth to a bastard child, and the husband believes the child is genetically his.
Your stories are nothing more than cheating-wife stories wherein the husband suffers so much from sexual and masculine inadequacy that he's desperate to hold onto any female in any type of "relationship" and will accept any betrayal and dishonesty, including the humiliation of creampies, just so he can have some cunt-access on a somewhat regular basis. The fear of being alone (rejected by women) combines with the inadequacy resulting in a truly pathetic, psychotic and disfunctional male who without heavy psychiatric counselling is travelling the short road to suicide and murder.
Even assuming that somehow both parties survive, the fact is that the wife's cheating conduct - whether condoned or not by the husband - is so destructive to the basic foundation of marriage that it is inevitable the relationship will fail. One day, the "tittilation" of her affairs will simply cease to stimulate the husband, or the overwhelming number of affairs will simply cause the dam of jealousy and betrayal to burst, and the marriage is over - "honesty" notwithstanding. A rotten core inevitably leads to collapse. A ticking time-bomb is fun to watch; even more so when it finally explodes, destroying everything and everyone around it.
