"The what?" you say."The Headquarters of the Secret Cuckold Society"You've never heard of this fetish-oriented society before. Naturally, this makes y...u curious as to what they want with you."I-I'm not a cuckold though?"You say this as as an attempt to have them free you from your chair, but deep down you know that you're a cuckold at heart."Well, that is precisely why we've brought you here. We have a small experiment." An experiment?" Yes. We've chosen to take males who have no known interest. We became good friends with some interest in each other, but that was it. Our plan when I was in Sweden was that we would talk every week and then I’d go to Sweden next Summer. We’d visit and see if we had any chemistry. At the time, Jennifer and I were apart, and I didn’t know how things would work out when I arrived home. Jennifer knew all about Birgit, and I guess she felt Karin was a huge threat. That’s why she did what she did.”“There has to be more to this,” Kara said. “I don’t see how. Vincent stared at his overcooked piece of chicken and peas for several minutes before dumping it in the trash and putting his plate in the dishwasher. He grabbed his briefcase and headed toward the front door. He walked out to his large front porch, sat in his favorite creaky wicker chair and lit up a cigarette. God I love these cool October nights… He took a long slow drag off his Marlboro light and leaned back. Would it kill you to at least look at me when you talk to me… To at least join me. The image of his cum launching from his thick black dick made my heart jump into my mouth. I still wasn’t sure if it was real or just my imagination.I glanced at Jamir out of the corner of my eye as we walked along the grassy path. No, this wasn’t a feeling of being with a close friend. You don’t walk with your best friend with your tits on display. The feelings I was experiencing were, without a doubt, very sexual. I thought of how Jack glared at me when I agreed to go along with Jamil. It was.