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I’m not sure exactly when my compulsion to cuckold my wife started. Maybe it was from the first time I noticed the way other men looked at her. Maybe it was when we first started having sex, and I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never satisfy her completely.

Whatever the reason, the desire gradually grew inside me until it was all I could think about. I started fantasizing about her with other men, imagining all the different methods they would touch her and take her, making her scream with pleasure.

I tried to push the thoughts away, to withstand the temptation, but it was too strong. I found myself checking out other men, wondering what they would be like in bed with my wife. I started watching cuckold porn, getting off on the humiliation and degradation of the husbands watching as their wives were taken by bigger, stronger men.

But it wasn’t until I met Ryan that everything changed. He was everything I had ever fantasized about: tall, muscular, and with a cock that must have been at least nine inches long. I knew right away that he was the one I wanted to distribute my wife with.

It took me weeks to work up the courage to approach him, to ask him to sleep with my wife. But he was surprisingly receptive, and soon we were setting up a date for the three of us to meet.

I’ll never forget that day. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched my wife get ready, putting on the sexiest lingerie she owned. She was nervous too, but I could see the excitement in her eyes as she wondered about what was about to happen.

When Ryan showed up, he was everything I had imagined and more. He was confident and charming, and my wife was practically melting under his gaze. I could tell right away that he was the right choice.

We spent the evening drinking wine and getting to know each other, but I could hardly concentrate on the conversation. All I could think about was what would happen when we finally got alone in the bedroom.

Finally, the moment arrived. We made our way to the bed, and Ryan wasted no time in taking charge. He kissed my wife passionately, running his hands over her body. I watched, my cock straining against my pants, as he peeled off her lingerie piece by piece, teasing her with his tongue and fingers.

Finally, he lowered his mouth to her pussy, and my wife gasped with pleasure. I felt a mix of jealousy and excitement as I watched her writhe under his skilled tongue, knowing that I could never make her feel that good.

As Ryan continued to pleasure my wife, I found myself getting more and more aroused. I couldn’t withstand anymore. I took off my clothes and moved closer to the bed, reaching out to touch my wife’s body, almost as if I was begging for Ryan’s approval.

But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed almost pleased by my eagerness. He invited me to join them on the bed, and soon we were all tangled up together, sweat and moans filling the air.

For the next hour, we explored every inch of my wife’s body, taking turns pleasuring her in different methods. Ryan’s cock was everything I had imagined, thick and hard and so much bigger than mine. I watched as he fucked my wife harder and harder, pushing her to the brink of orgasm again and again.

Through it all, I felt a mix of emotions: jealousy, arousal, and something else that I couldn’t quite name. It was almost like happiness, knowing that my wife was experiencing a pleasure that I could never give her myself.

When Ryan finally came, filling my wife with his warm seed, I felt a rush of pride and satisfaction. I had finally taken the first step towards embracing my cuckold compulsion, and it felt amazing.

As Ryan got dressed and left, I knew that I had just opened up a whole new world of possibilities for myself and my wife. The insatiable temptation of a cuckold’s compulsion had been unleashed, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us next.
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