His heart stops, he can’t breathe, and he feels like he’s going to pass out. Afterwards, he just has to deal with it, the painful anxious reality ...hat his sweet beautiful wife has been fucking another man.And then they have that tearful emotional talk that every cuckold is intimately familiar with, where she slowly, shyly confesses to him what’s been going on, for how long, that she didn’t mean to hurt him, and that she still loves him. She doesn’t tell him everything right away. Instead it. I decided that since the bottom half was undressed I might as well undress the top half. I tossed my clothes into the washer then walked to my room to get my robe. Quickly I went back down to the family room to look at the books from the library. I walked over to the sofa and sat down, pulling my feet up and tucking them under my robe. I leafed through the first book before turning to the beginning. I read the directions which were quite simple, ‘look into the center of the picture as though. While our social networking and chats will involve our non-personal interests, our calls got more intimate. Many times we talk when I know Jayanth is in office or late in night and Jayanth had already gone to sleep and Kalpana will talk to me sitting in the balcony. It has become a practice for us and Jayanth being a sound sleeper made Kalpana bold not to worry about him waking up. One of the days, we were in our call and the topic went to my fantasies,Me: I’m like a king having different girl. She let out a moan and started shaking in orgasm as several more jets of cum landed on her forehead, chin, and chest. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I reached up with my left hand and pinched my nipple under my shirt, my body erupted in an orgasm of my own. My knees were weak as I made my way up the stairs to my room. I lay in my bed and drifted off my sleep in the mind blown afterglow of my orgasm. The next morning I didn't immediately believe what had happened. Realization.