June 26, 2012
For those who like cuckoldry on a more humiliating level it doesn’t get any better than this update from UK cuck Hornwearer.
A truly humiliating letter
Some of you may have read my blogs (below) over the past couple of years concerning my cheating wife and the exquisite torments through which she puts me by means of her infidelities, the denial to me of her sexual favours and the cruelty of her candour regarding my inadequacies. Indeed, I know that my previous submissions attracted a broad cross-section of readers, given the variety of the comments posted by way of reply - some sympathetic, some downright shocked. Anyway, for those of you still interested, I guess it must be time for an update. In fact it was something that happened just the other day which prompted me to think I should share this with the cuckold community.
The long-running and intensely hot affair my wife had been having with her boss has come to an end. There’s no complex reason for it. It’s not as though he wasn’t happy with her fucking other guys if she wanted to. On the contrary, he encouraged it. (Although she has always claimed that it was he who forbade her to have sex with me. She does like being told what to do by some men.) It seems she just wanted to call it a day. I know I may have voiced some anxiety in previous blogs as to how far things would go with that relationship, but I knew deep down that she would want to end it eventually. She just has to move on to something new. (I really am the only constant in her life, however demeaningly she may treat me. Maybe that will reassure those of you who were so kind as to fear for my long-term happiness.) Apparently their parting was all very amicable - and included, I gather, an extremely vigorous ‘farewell fuck’..
Anyway, she hasn’t wasted too much time in procuring the ongoing service that she appears to need so badly. (Just recently she even condescended to fuck me for once, no doubt out of desperation; but she climbed off in the middle of the proceedings, saying that I was too hopeless and that the whole business was just frustrating her; at which she turned over and spent half the night squirming about in bed and rubbing her labia together.) Here’s what happened the other day: I received the following letter, sent to me at my business address.
You don’t know me, but I’ve just had your wife. That was how she suggested I opened this letter. Though I would prefer ‘I’ve just had your fucking wife’. Because fucking is what we did, and what a fuck she is! A hot horny dirty fuck-slut. So good in fact that I AM going to have her again, with or without your knowledge.
We met on Saturday afternoon (16th June). She walked into the hotel bar where I was waiting for her - a prearranged liaison behind your back. I knew as soon as I saw her that I was going to fuck her. And there was no doubt, as she eyed me up and down, smiling approvingly, that she was going to let me.
How does it feel? Knowing that your wife met me at a bar and within moments of our meeting we both knew she was going to take my cock. I could tell by the appreciative glances and stares which kept coming my way that she liked what she saw and really fancied the arse off me. You could have walked in at that moment, or been sat in our company, and she would have simply told you to ‘fuck off’.
We quickly finished our pre-fuck drinks and I took her hand - your wife’s hand - and led her to my room. It was only on arrival there that I discovered the slut wasn’t wearing any knickers. Talk about ready for action! And what a compliment for me - she was already soaking wet!!
I wasted no time in pushing her back on the bed and raising her dress. She was so eager she was tugging it up as fast as she could for me. Then I put my head between her stocking-clad thighs and licked at that dripping cunt. Fucking hell, she was SO wet! I slipped one, then two, then three fingers inside her whilst I licked her clitty. Then the dirty bitch started face-fucking me. Actually ramming her twat into my face and egging me on. Talk about a whore! She wasn’t going to miss out on the mouth action though. She’s told me she was an expert cock-sucker, that she gets lots of practice - just not with yours though! She was true to her word as well. Ten out of ten in the cock-sucking department, bud. I actually had to slow her down and stop her before she made me spunk. One horny memory I have of that part of the action is the moment when our eyes met and we held each other’s gaze while my cock was buried deep in her throat. Awesomely sexual! Got me off to watch her wanking my cock into her mouth with her left hand too - seeing that wedding ring sliding up and down my shaft, covered in spit. Dirty bitch!
Then I watched her take her dress off for me. Fuck, she looked classy in her black basque. I like that - her looking so sexy and so classy for me and yet behaving like a complete slut.
Then we fucked, bud. Oh, she was good. Took my cock in so easily and fucked and bucked back at me like a streetwise whore. God, she wanted fucking hard - so I did! Hammered her cunt long and hard. She was fucking loving it, getting a good seeing-to from a guy she’d met literally only fifteen minutes before. Adulterous bitch!
I told you wife to turn over then and get on her knees. Fucked her doggy-style then, bud. Really deep and really fucking hard. It got me off listening to her moaning, especially when I grabbed her hair and tugged her back towards me. She fucking adored it.
Then my favourite part of the fuckfest. I spat down on the top of your wife’s arse-cheeks, watched my spit slide lazily down between her exquisite buttocks, over her arsehole and onto my cock, which was buried deep in her cunt. You know what I did next, don’t you? Oh, yeah. I took my stiff cock out of her well-fucked cunt, nudged it against the opening of her arse, and pushed. And the dirty fucking bitch pushed back to meet my pressure. I just love that moment when the head of your cock kind of overcomes the arse’s natural resistance and sort of ‘pops’ into the arsehole. Which it did. God, that felt fucking great. Your wife wasn’t sure she’d be up for anal sex on account of the fact that my cock is pierced. But once the head was in, the horny bitch just eased back onto it and took the full length of my shaft deeply into her arse. Let me tell you how good it felt, shafting the full length of my cock in and out of your wife’s gorgeous arse - awesome! Just feeling my balls slapping hard against her wet cunt was enough to make me want to come. And she took it well. Oh god, how she fucking took it. I’m going to fuck it again too. That’s a promise!
When I knew I was close to coming I made her lie on her back, her head propped up on the pillows, and I straddled her face. She took my balls in her mouth and sucked on them greedily as I wanked my cock off, inches above her face. When I was about to come, which the dirty cow was urging me to do, I pointed my cock directly at her face and exploded - and I mean really exploded - all over her face. I loved it and she fucking loved it too. I think it gave her a real kick, knowing that I’d produced that amount of spunk because of her. Oh, and just so you’re aware, I made sure to smear some of my cum over her lips. We made a little bargain over that - she promised that she’d kiss you on the lips as soon as she saw you. Nice touch I thought. Your wife looked like a real cum-slut on that bed - cunt and arse well-fucked, and her face (and even her hair) splattered with spunk. It was funny watching her trying to get drying globules of cum out of her hair.
I am going to fuck your wife again. She lovingly told me that she wants more of my pierced cock. Such a bad, bad wife! And such an awesomely dirty one too.
Oh, by the way. I enclose the ‘Hotel Comments’ slip which I forgot to hand in at the desk when I checked out. Would you drop it in for me, cuckold! Your loving wife provided the stamp for this letter! True!!”
The enclosed ‘comments’ slip - under the heading ‘How was your stay?’ - reads as follows: “How was my stay? - Fucking awesome! However, one small pointer. Please could you ensure that the headboard is more securely fixed against the wall. I gave this gorgeous posh bitch a real good seeing-to yesterday afternoon and the headboard kept banging against the wall. I’m sure the people in the next room heard its constant hammering above her filthy language and moaning.”
Dubious turn of phrase, this guy has. Rather a robust style. (Doesn’t surprise me. My wife has long had the urge to have herself ‘a bit of rough’ from time to time.) All the same, it has to be the most thrilling letter I’ve ever received through the mail. And how’s this for a coincidence? While I’ve been writing this blog and transcribing this extraordinary letter, I’ve received an email from my wife. It seems the bastard took photographs. Pic below.
Submitted by: Hornwearer - Hertfordshire, UK