" No. Please." Jo." I can't... for god's..." Do it." JO!!!" Philip, I -- I'm busy... please..." Let me in! I'm coming in!"Rattling and banging."Tell h...m," I said."Philip..." What?" Oh god," Jo said. "You bastard." Tell him." Who is in there with you? Jo?" A man," Jo said."What?" A man, Philip." She begged me with her eyes. I twisted her hair. "I'm in here with a man," she said."What -- what are you doing?" What an idiot," I said. "Tell him." You are ruining my life," Jo said."That's right. Tell. Something in that joint had triggered my erogenous button and now I was turned on full strength. I fucked Ryan when we got into the car and begged him to take me to an adult bookstore while we drove through downtown LA on the way home. I had heard about men who went to them late at night to fuck the whores and hookers that frequented the area and I wanted some strange cock. We arrived and entered the store where I sauntered around in front of the seedy looking group of late night customers. The. "Basic position Molly. Wait here for your next task."She was gone for 5 or 10 minutes and returned, wearing a short blackleather miniskirt, a nice furry tight red sweater and the boots that werethe same as mine. Her legs looked immaculate and my cock was stirring,despite the constricting device! She picked up the lead and tuggedplayfully. Then she sat on the sofa with me kneeling in front and crossedher legs. The skirt had a slit up the side!"More tongue practice, sweetie. Boot licking is great. ..that of being a cuckold. Even though this lifestyle has caused my wife to divorce me, the sexual intensity and addictive joys that being a cuckold have provided help me to not only understand why my wife of 12 years would divorce me, but when I think of how she chose her "Owner's" big cock over our relationship it usually turns me on and I'll soon be stroking my little dick until I cum. I'm addicted to being a cuckold and I have no desire to ever have a "normal" relationship with another.