ZooKeepers Stag

“No man has ever loved a woman and not imagined her in the arms of someone else.  I repeat the sentence not only for the pleasure it gives me… I repeat it as a categorical, unwavering truth, though I fully expect it to be contradicted. You will sooner get a man to give away his money than admit he longs to give away his wife. (Or better still - for we are dealing, if only we’d come clean about it, in nothing but degrees of good - to have his wife give away herself.)   Of course imagining is not the same as longing; what you see in your mind’s distempered eye you might not welcome in your heart. But then again you might. What else is imagination for if not to lure the heart away from safety? Here’s a simple test for husbands: Do I fear another man is ducking my wife or do I hope another man is fucking my wife? And of the two, which do I prefer? Take as much time as you need to think about it. Close your eyes. Do a little picturing of the scene. You are filled with dread, of course. But

After finding out about my wife’s past as a stripper and being infatuated with seeing pictures of her ex’s cock plus nude pictures of her, I wanted more. The issue was shame and anxiety. I was honestly afraid to ask to see more so I waited for months fantasizing about what images of herself are hidden on her phone or laptop. During that time I did research as to why I was feeling attracted to the idea of her with her exes and then jealous and hating those feelings. I found the topic of retroactive jealousy and delved into that, but that focuses more on my negative emotions. Finally I found the hotwife/cuckold world on tumblr. Those captions and stories and also real people captivated me.  I finally asked my wife if she would be willing to share stories or pictures of her with her exes. She was puzzled, but she agreed. She found some sd cards and plugged them into the laptop. She told me that when she was 20 she was dating a guy that was from Europe, and he took a video of her sucking h

My wife had a very eventful past. She was a gogo dancer as a teenager and once she turned 18 she became a stripper until she was 25. I remember when she first told me she used to be a dancer. It was a few months into us dating and it sent my mind spinning. This was before I found that picture of her ex boyfriend’s cock. I was speechless, my wife was waiting for a reaction but I didn’t know how to react. This was in her past, but it felt very real at the moment. She continued to tell me that she danced at many places, mostly in the city, at Times Square, and across the street from where she worked as a receptionist.  My heart was pounding, my head swimming with images of my petite wife exposing her breasts to a bunch of strange horny men, nothing between them besides a thin fabric covering her pussy. I was turned on, but ashamed and angry because I couldn’t understand any of this.  “How many?” I managed to ask. “How many?” She repeated questioningly. “How many men have seen you strip?” 

  “How many men have you slept with? How large were their cocks? How about their balls? Did they cum a lot? Did you suck them off? How often? Did they cum in your mouth? Did you swallow?” These were the questions I began to ask my wife, not too long after I found a picture of my wife’s ex boyfriend’s cock. But before we go there let’s start at the beginning. My wife and I have been together  since 2015. I fell in love with her because she was kind, generous, loving and affectionate, but she was also dominant and assertive. We met 8 years ago, when she first walked into the store I worked at. It was a pet store, and she walked in wearing sunglasses. I was cutting up salad for some of the herbivorous reptiles. I watched her circle the reptile section, intrigued by all the scaly animals. She stayed there for maybe 2 hours, even though her boyfriend wanted to leave, I just couldn’t stop gazing at her. Finally she asked me about a chameleon and that’s the first we ever talked.  After that i