What is a cuckold?

You had feared that your husband might be secretly gay. That would explain the messages to the strange men and why he never seemed eager to touch you, but the reality you now saw was much worse. He hadn’t been messaging men in the hopes that he could sleep with them, but in the hopes that you could!

Countless messages to random men expressing his desires to see them fuck you senseless. You were horrified, yet you continued to read on. Picking a random chain to a man you could only name as Sanjay you began from the beginning:

Sanjay: Hello I hear you are looking for a bull for your wife?

Vijay: Yes looking, but have not found anyone suitable yet.

Sanjay: Well your search is over. I’m the perfect guy for her. Leave her to be and she’ll be a drooling slut in a matter of days. I’ve never met a bitch wife I couldn’t tame. Send me some pictures of her and how far you want this to go.

Attached with that message was two picture. One of someone you presumed was Sanjay. A 40-something Indian man with a bulging beer belly, hairy stubble on his face, and a balding head of hair. The next picture was of a cock, his cock. You could only guess the size, but it seemed bigger than your husbands. What struck you the most was the bulging veins as it stood upright and the hair, ungroomed and unkept.

Vijay: Yes ok here is her picture. She is only 18, only had sex one time so almost virgin. I want her to see her become your sex ****. I want to see you steal her and turn her into a complete slut. Even make her pregnant, I willing to go as far as possible.

Attached in you husband’s reply were 3 photos. The first of you on your wedding night. A beautiful picture with you glammed up in your wedding attire. The second picture was again of you, this time in only your underwear. You didn’t seem to be aware the picture was being taken. You were wearing some of the new lingerie you had bought a matching lacy-blue bra and pantie set. The bra worked well to push up your already perky c cup breasts. It left little to the imagination. You were only glad that the picture did not reveal how little the material of the matching thong covered. If that wasn’t bad enough, the third and final picture showed you seemingly drying yourself off after a shower. You were rubbing at your wet hair, a towel in your left hand, leaving your inviting tits open to see. Looking further down the crease of your barely touched pussy was just visible.

You gasped. How was it possible that Vijay had these pictures? You had never let him take such things. Was he perving on you? And what was he thinking sending them to some stranger on the internet.

You checked the other messages. All along the same lines: fuck my wife, get her pregnant, steal her away. Multiple men over and over again. Some sharing explicit nude photos of you that you never consented to others with heinous plans for your feature. You felt violated and terrified. Yet the strangest thing you felt was the itch in your crotch. You didn’t understand the burning, how you could feel so hot when down there you were so wet, and you didn’t understand what you could do to make the feeling go away.