cuckolded by your worst enemy
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Never really had any enemies. The closest i've had to an enemy would be the wife's last boyfriend. There have been plenty of times she's told me in detail about how good he made her feel while I was inside her. I've thought about bringing him back around since I know she's going to be more comfortable with somebody she used to date, but my biggest fear would be her having real feelings for him again, so i'm not willing to risk it.
I don't have an enemy but I definitely have competitors. In my fantasy, Id marry a smoking hot chick (blond, big tits, shaved pussy) who made me agree to be an obedient cuck. Id do it, of course, cool with the idea of bringing home strangers to satisfy her but not really imagining coworkers or other guys I know well, particularly ones I don't like. I don't know if Id find it more humiliating and thrilling for a competitor to get to cream in my wife and have me lap it out or learn that Ive never fucked my own wife (and have had to jo for years instead of getting pussy.)
Back in college, I found out that my girlfriend of close to a year was cheating on me. I wouldn't say that the guy was my enemy, but he was an arrogant prick. When I confronted her, things didn't go the way I planned. I ended up crying, forgiving her and begging her to stop seeing him. She agreed. A couple of weeks later, I found out that they were still going at it. This lead to another confrontation, where I lost my temper and called her a couple of unfortunate names. She responded by telling me how big his cock was (way bigger than mine) and saying that she told him about me crying and begging her to stop while he was fucking her (and how much they laughed about it). I don't know if she was telling the truth or just trying to hurt me, but it had the desired effect. It was probably the most humiliating experience of my life. What made things worse was that I couldn't even lie to myself that she had made a mistake. The guy was tall, smart, well-built and good-looking. Before long, I even convinced myself that he deserved her more than I did. Once he decided that he wanted her, I was pretty much just a deer in the headlights.
I know there was more to it than that. There was a list of reasons that our relationship went south, but, in my mind, it was all about him. He didn't care that she was mine. He wanted her, so he took her from me. I have a fascination with alpha males, and I'm sure that this experience had a lot to do with it. I am infatuated with strong, confident men who have no qualms about taking a woman that they want from an inferior man. I've dated a number of women since that experience, and I've contemplated the cuckold lifestyle for years. On the surface, it's the woman's pleasure that's at the center of it all, but deep down, my hottest fantasies have always involved a bull who takes extreme pleasure in humilating me and driving home the fact that he's superior to me, and everyone knows it. While they may not rise to the level of "worst enemy", I have a soft spot for guys who are attractive, cocky and, to a certain extent, mean. I've jerked off imagining co-workers (mine and her's), friends, strangers in bars and even the younger brother of one of my friends, fucking her brains out and making me his bitch. If it ever happened in real life, I would probably feel differently, but, until then, it will stay at the top of my list.
I know there was more to it than that. There was a list of reasons that our relationship went south, but, in my mind, it was all about him. He didn't care that she was mine. He wanted her, so he took her from me. I have a fascination with alpha males, and I'm sure that this experience had a lot to do with it. I am infatuated with strong, confident men who have no qualms about taking a woman that they want from an inferior man. I've dated a number of women since that experience, and I've contemplated the cuckold lifestyle for years. On the surface, it's the woman's pleasure that's at the center of it all, but deep down, my hottest fantasies have always involved a bull who takes extreme pleasure in humilating me and driving home the fact that he's superior to me, and everyone knows it. While they may not rise to the level of "worst enemy", I have a soft spot for guys who are attractive, cocky and, to a certain extent, mean. I've jerked off imagining co-workers (mine and her's), friends, strangers in bars and even the younger brother of one of my friends, fucking her brains out and making me his bitch. If it ever happened in real life, I would probably feel differently, but, until then, it will stay at the top of my list.
Could think of nothing hotter than getting cuckolded by my worst enemy. Back in college my girlfriend got banged by a guy I disliked but she was sort of the village bicycle. I'd like something more along the lines of what's put forth here, a hated rival seeing what I had and setting out on taking her from me.
I have a work rival who quietly seethes around me, I bet he'd become a lot more confident if he saw the small endowment I was cursed with and took my girl from me at the company Christmas party. Maybe use that shot of confidence to get the big promotion and add insult to injury by becoming my boss and banging my girl in the new year.
Or go to my high school reunion, the dweeby kid I used to pick on has made bank, hired a personal trainer, and gets in my girl's panties back at the hotel. He makes me wear the cuckold horns and a nice big black eye and fat lip when I try to step in.
I have a work rival who quietly seethes around me, I bet he'd become a lot more confident if he saw the small endowment I was cursed with and took my girl from me at the company Christmas party. Maybe use that shot of confidence to get the big promotion and add insult to injury by becoming my boss and banging my girl in the new year.
Or go to my high school reunion, the dweeby kid I used to pick on has made bank, hired a personal trainer, and gets in my girl's panties back at the hotel. He makes me wear the cuckold horns and a nice big black eye and fat lip when I try to step in.
He wasn't my worst enemy but he could easily have been if he had tried to steal my wife..
On of my wifes former lovers, that she was really in love with and would have left me for if he had wanted it (she said that herself to me) I really didn't like.
Not so much because of him, but because of my wifes total affection to him.
I admit that I cried and begged her to stop seeing him, she refused and was totally ununderstanding and went away on a weekend trip with him instead. Finally she herself decided to stop sleeping over and finally seeing him, because she was afraid that she would stop loving me if she continued. She was so in love with him. This guy caused me much heartache.
The humiliating point is that she didn't stop seeing him when I wanted it, but later. She says she was afraid that she would stop loving me, but deep down I am afraid that she stopped seeing him because she know that he wouldn't leave his wife. Or even worse, she stopped seing him because he dumped her.
On of my wifes former lovers, that she was really in love with and would have left me for if he had wanted it (she said that herself to me) I really didn't like.
Not so much because of him, but because of my wifes total affection to him.
I admit that I cried and begged her to stop seeing him, she refused and was totally ununderstanding and went away on a weekend trip with him instead. Finally she herself decided to stop sleeping over and finally seeing him, because she was afraid that she would stop loving me if she continued. She was so in love with him. This guy caused me much heartache.
The humiliating point is that she didn't stop seeing him when I wanted it, but later. She says she was afraid that she would stop loving me, but deep down I am afraid that she stopped seeing him because she know that he wouldn't leave his wife. Or even worse, she stopped seing him because he dumped her.
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I can never think of a nice guy fucking my wife , their always guys I don't really like . Those arrogant cocky loud mouthed assholes & I know a few them . Those are the guys that I know would laugh & humilate me for being such a submissive coward . Showing my wife what a stronger dominant man is like . I don't know why I'm attracted to those guys with that cocky attitude . I really hate them at work , but know they would satisfy my wife in bed & I think of submitting to them , WHY! I don't know . Just another kind of cuckolding , ME ( a guy who thinks of assholes fucking his wife and humilating the husband . If you knew me you would never know I feel this way behind closed doors .
I can never think of a nice guy fucking my wife , their always guys I don't really like . Those arrogant cocky loud mouthed assholes & I know a few them . Those are the guys that I know would laugh & humilate me for being such a submissive coward . Showing my wife what a stronger dominant man is like . I don't know why I'm attracted to those guys with that cocky attitude . I really hate them at work , but know they would satisfy my wife in bed & I think of submitting to them , WHY! I don't know . Just another kind of cuckolding , ME ( a guy who thinks of assholes fucking his wife and humilating the husband . If you knew me you would never know I feel this way behind closed doors .
I have have always wanted to do it the other way around. I've always wanted to be the guy called in to bang some girl from my past who was a total bitch to me at the time. Kind of like she thought she was all hot stuff back then, but now who's taking my cock deep inside her pussy and eating my cum!
I realize this is a popular fantasy and I more often than not get off over it too. But it is a dreadful and troubling ordeal. I have altered my choice of expression due to it. You see, my lady, from the very start, wants to offend me by giving herself to men who stand against me. That happens less in life as one ages. After 25 or so, we choose friends and choose no enemies. After 4 times, I had enough and trained myself never to label anyone as my peer or contender. Sure, she figured them all out. She would flirt and seduce right in my face. She is a gal who feels equal to men. Not in these affairs. She would wallow in submission both verbally and by expression. I had seen this power house of a woman literally draped over the bodies of men I loathed. And she always made me suck and/or give my ass to everyone of them. Just for a laugh she had me accompany one fuck head to a Caddy dealer and pay cash for a car "I" purchased for him. She was not even present for the degradation!
Had we've been in a position where we needed money to get along, I am sure we'd be in the gutter all our lives. How many social contacts we lost or were deferred to lower positions? No idea. Probably many.
The most sorry was the second man she gave herself to. We were not even in our twenties. I still had some kind of self esteem - though much lower than average as it is breed out of the males in my family. At the time I sang lead vocals and played keyboards for a popular local band. I also wrote most of the lyrics to our original tunes. The band members and I were local hero's. If a teener around the area mentioned 'The 3 kings, ' they referred to my two buddies, Marty, Richie and I. (Not the name of the band.) Marty was not in the band at all. He, like Richie and I, were just very popular and in demand. When all 3 were together or in the crowd, there was always an atmosphere of tension and strained respect. We forever, in a most lightheartedness and respectful manner jousted for the higher leg up ... since our youth.
When Cathy and I got engaged, Marty started right in about what a ***** she is. His loose lips affected my social relationships. Undeterred my family just rebuked Marty and grew a prickly garden of hate for him. But the neighbors and the kids around town - many who knew of Cathy's love of cock, cunt and animals - slowly began to avoid me. I would still go blindly about town as normal, but many just went along or turned away. The band did play at our wedding, however, it was without me (naturally) and they announced that I had left the band. Actually, my presence came to hurt the efforts of "my" band. That night, outside the reception, Cathy had thrown fists at Marty and had his ass tossed from the party. The world had formed tight sides; for and against me or Marty. That was August 25, 1969.
By Xmas of 1969, Cathy's horny heart saw things not as drawn lines in the sand, but as a means for a set up to humiliate me - completely! And she decided to announce her date with Marty at my mom's house in front of mom, dad and sister. The imprint of my jaw on my mom's kitchen floor is probably still there.
Had we've been in a position where we needed money to get along, I am sure we'd be in the gutter all our lives. How many social contacts we lost or were deferred to lower positions? No idea. Probably many.
The most sorry was the second man she gave herself to. We were not even in our twenties. I still had some kind of self esteem - though much lower than average as it is breed out of the males in my family. At the time I sang lead vocals and played keyboards for a popular local band. I also wrote most of the lyrics to our original tunes. The band members and I were local hero's. If a teener around the area mentioned 'The 3 kings, ' they referred to my two buddies, Marty, Richie and I. (Not the name of the band.) Marty was not in the band at all. He, like Richie and I, were just very popular and in demand. When all 3 were together or in the crowd, there was always an atmosphere of tension and strained respect. We forever, in a most lightheartedness and respectful manner jousted for the higher leg up ... since our youth.
When Cathy and I got engaged, Marty started right in about what a ***** she is. His loose lips affected my social relationships. Undeterred my family just rebuked Marty and grew a prickly garden of hate for him. But the neighbors and the kids around town - many who knew of Cathy's love of cock, cunt and animals - slowly began to avoid me. I would still go blindly about town as normal, but many just went along or turned away. The band did play at our wedding, however, it was without me (naturally) and they announced that I had left the band. Actually, my presence came to hurt the efforts of "my" band. That night, outside the reception, Cathy had thrown fists at Marty and had his ass tossed from the party. The world had formed tight sides; for and against me or Marty. That was August 25, 1969.
By Xmas of 1969, Cathy's horny heart saw things not as drawn lines in the sand, but as a means for a set up to humiliate me - completely! And she decided to announce her date with Marty at my mom's house in front of mom, dad and sister. The imprint of my jaw on my mom's kitchen floor is probably still there.
duke9555 said:
There was a guy i was good friend with for years. He fell on hard times, owed money to the kind people you dont want to owe money to, always causing fights and aggro with all our old mates. He was a bit of a hard man, physically strong, into boxing and MMA, big build, fit, muscular body. I let him stay in my house until he sorted himself out. I own a local bar, and I lent him money, from the business, on more than one occasion, large sums of money, 5 figures, and he burnt me over paying me back. He slowly but surely caused loads of tension, burnt every bridge and became someone I detested, but felt sorry for.
One night in work, I was burnt out and tired, the bar was quiet so I decided to head home early and let one of the guys lock up. I got in the front door, and I knew something wasnt right, i could hear the bed creaking upstairs, headboard banging off the wall, moaning, groaning, that kind of thing. I naturally, and naively assumed that my friend was upstairs fucking someone, someone he either had pulled, or a fuck buddy or something. But the rest of the house was in darkness, my fiance wasnt in the living room, kitchen, anywhere downstairs. So I headed upstairs, and I was kind of in a trance, being so tired, I didnt really pay any attention to the fact that the noise was coming from my room until I was right outside the door. I opened the door and my friend was there ploughing the fucking life out of my fiance. They were facing away from the door, she was bent over, and he was drilling her like a two-bit slut. He was pulling her hair with one hair, and smacking her ass with the other. She was groaning, and mumbling something incoherently - thinking back, I assume she was stuff so full of cock that she lost the ability to speak properly - he was giving it loads; "You fucking like that, dont you? You fucking slut. You feel my balls slapping off you, bitch?"
I was shocked, I just shouted; "What the fuck is going on here?" They were obviously startled, she spun around, he pulled out of her, to reveal an absolutely incredible cock. Even in my state of shock and anger, it registered with me how big his fucking cock was. It was like a beer can, he would genuinely put pornstars to shame. She was about to say something, but he gestured with his hand to be quiet, which she obeyed, and then, like a cocky fucking scumbag, said to me; "Alright, calm down, whats the big deal?" I (foolishly) lunged at him, but unlike fights you see on TV or in the movies, it didnt really pan out the way I wanted. It was more of a grapple/wrestling contest type thing, more than a fight. But he was considerable stronger than me, and it didnt take him long to get the upper hand on me. He was using his MMA experience to get me in different arm locks and applying pressure to my limbs. He was basically showing off in front of my fiance. He was displaying who the dominant alpha male was. I had just caught him, with his bareback cock jammed up my fiance's asshole, and now he was kicking my ass in front of her.
She eventually pleaded with him to let me go, and he took pity on me, he pushed me to the other side of the room. She got up off the bed, me standing on one side, him on the other, her in the middle of us. I looked to her and said; "What the fuck?" Her reply astonished me; "Why dont you just leave and we can talk about this later." "Leave? What the fuck do you mean lea..." "You fucking heard her" he interjected. With that, she walked over to him, instead of me, and dropped to her knees in front of him and started to suck his cock. "This is crazy", I said. "Look, its me or him", I said to her. She stopped slurring on his cock for a second, turned her head to look at me, and said; "Obviously, and its not your cock I'm sucking is it? We'll be out of her as soon as he is done splitting me in two" and went back to gagging on his giant tool. I had to walk past them two, to walk out the door. Walk past him with his big shit eating grin, winking at me, he spit in my general direction as I passed him, and said "so long pixie dick". I walked down stairs and stormed out of the house to the sound of her sucking his cock.
A few days later, when the anger was starting to subside, I found myself being aroused by the situation, I jerked off to it, I seemed to like the humiliation of it all. This incident led to me eventually being a proper cuck with my current wife. So in a way, I should thank them, cause I'm very happy now with my current setup, and I may never have gotten here without that incident as the catalyst.
