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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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There is an old saying about finding something you have been looking when you aren't looking, this is a classic example of that. Over many years I've toyed and played with the idea of sharing my wife. Often we would add such talk to our sex sessions but due to so many reasons it has never happened. There are so many aspects that I've been unable to reconcile, so many unknowns. Then I met Charles in a café in Barcelona by shear chance. Both our wives were in a well know clothes shop and we were sitting waiting endlessly. A stunning woman walked past and her ankle chain caught the low winter sun. The chain had little black spade charms. I was transfixed, what a woman I thought as she wiggled her way along the Ramblas. Charles caught my eye and laughed, "hotwife", he said. Wonderful, I replied moving my chair nearer to his table. She will be on holiday, he said. I asked why he thought that. Easy, very few cuckolds let their wife roam about dressed so overtly where they stay. There is always the chance, in daytime, she could run into neighbours, colleagues or relatives and very few cuckold couples are totally open near to home. He went onto explain how the overt trappings of cuckoldry are mostly fiction. Wearing an ankle bracelet can be risky in many situations as some guys with delusions of being bulls can cause problems. A guy in a bar full of booze tends to assume that he is entitled to behave aggressively. All too often a quiet knock back takes on a significance beyond what his easily bruised ego can cope.
I told Charles I had never thought about that! Which brings me to the next thing, he said, I know you have secret desires for your wife., no?
Go on, I said. Let me guess, you have been on web sites only to find so many frauds and fantasists. False accounts, pretend wife's, spurious photo swaps, I won't go on. All true I replied, but what's the answer? There is an answer but not one I wish to share with a stranger. There is a level of cuckoldry that the average Joe, trawling web sites, will never know about. The real true signals shared by true devotees of the "hurt".
This is a revelation I'm not embarrassed to admit, I honestly have never heard of any of this. How would you like to see how this works in practise, Charles asked, a kind of peep behind the curtain. Jesus that would be so good, but how I asked him. He told me to book a table for 4 at the very famous restaurant (I won't name) on the corner of the marina and beach road on Friday evening. There will be a number of like minded sufferers attending. Make sure your wife dresses sophisticatedly not, and I stress not, as a potential hotwife. He said, one last thing, you must swear as a gentleman and sufferer that you will not reveal what our little signs and secrets. What do yo mean I asked? Well for starters how we cucks make ourselves known to one another without having to dress our wives like sluts. Yes, he told the sign, but only after sincere promises. I said that I was amazed that I hadn't picked up on this sign before. Suddenly little things that had happened in bars and cafes, meetings with colleagues now had a totally new relevance. All those chances flagged and missed. This new info was pure gold, roll on Friday our future was set. I was to be a trusted keeper of potent information. |
