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I know you were fired from your last job. There wasn’t a new career opportunity.

I know you fucked with Jenny. She wasn’t just a “friend.”

I know Jenny is either pregnant or recently had a baby. Your breakfast pals have been saying it’s yours.

I used to read the comments you posted on Felicia’s Facebook page. You were obsessed with her, and your constant likes and comments proved it.

As soon as Felicia got a new sugar daddy, your likes and comments on everything she posted ceased. Very obvious how jealous you were.

I wanted to vomit when I read your comments back and forth with felicia in January 2020. You flirted with her the exact same way you started with me. I came so close to telling wendy about us that day. I literally couldnt eat because I was so close to telling her. I didn’t because I had a good person (who I treated as s***** as you treated me) to lose. I already had it typed out, with pictures and texts.

The Vanessa girl didn’t want to f*** you like you said she did in Dec 2019. She only wanted you to buy her expensive stuff, like you do for wendy and allison’s attention.

You couldn’t get a hard on, and I couldn’t feel anything when you fucked me. It felt like a warm, oscar mayer hotdog.

I always wondered if the other women you cheat on wendy with thought your d*** was as small as I did. Also, if they pretended to feel it, like I did.

I hope the next time you cheat on wendy, that she walks in on you. In allison’s bed, where we always fucked.

The only reason you told me that you’d been s******* abused, (if it even really happened) was to get my mind prepared to listen to your “epic love story” of f****** wendys daughter allie in 2011, while watching grown ups in her new Chattanooga apartment. You loved telling me so much, and I knew it was either the truth, or a fantasy you replayed in your mind constantly. It was disgusting, and I didnt want to hear it. I told you I didnt want to, but you refused to stop telling me. I wanted to vomit. It made me hate you.

You said youd never forget how firm her a** was, and how she shaved her p**** like I did. I nearly cried. I felt sorry for wendy. I knew I was a pos for the crap I was doing with you, and I was done that night.

None of the things I told you were ever true. I lied just as much as you did. As soon as I caught you in the first lie, I never trusted you again. That’s why I lied to you. If you’d lie to me, you deserved hearing mine.

My dad said it made him sick how you pretend to be big in your church. Knowing you were cheating on your wife the whole time. He hopes she leaves and burns your a**. Hopes she takes everything you own.

I wish I had broken my f****** leg that morning when I saw you at Walmart. Never crossing your path. I’d never have committed adultery with you, if you wouldve left me alone.

My mom said you were dorky in hs. Said your wife was a stuck up snob, and that’s why you married her. You wanted to run with the stuck up assholes she runs with.

Wonder if wendy knows how bad you wanted to f*** me when I was little? You’re a nasty twisted person, and I depise you for how you treated me. I hope she catches your a**, and has you committed in a mental institution.

If youre really her best friend, like she says you are, she should be able to go through your phone. Plain and simple. The private files, too. Your Facebook messenger s***, too. If she wants to be willfully naive, thats her fault for ignoring a whoring husband. Maybe the money’s too good? Everyone always said thats why she married you, anyway.

Its her fault that you cheat on her, remember? You said she wouldn’t f*** you anymore. If she was a wife, and not a best friend, she’d have known that sending her hubby to spend a weekend alone with her daughter wasnt a good idea. If you were a pillar of the community, like you try to portray, you wouldn’t have even done something like that.

It makes me sick that youre married to wendy and secretly lusting after her daughter. You made me sick. Pretending that I was your stepdaughter while you fucked me. Nasty sick fucker.

Maybe wendy will take heed and check out what kind of nasty s*** you do behind her back. What did you do with that s******* d**** you bought in october? I know you cant send it back.

I always felt like you were texting a different side w**** that night, and she thought it was me. I know you told me that I didnt need to say a word, because wendy only suspected us, and she was just suspicious, but I was done. She said she was going to tell my husband and dad. I was honest with my spouse, were you?

Does she know how many times youve tried to contact me? Both accidentally and purposefully? Your apology is not necessary. I am just as guilty for my own s***. But, I was honest, and I paid dearly for it. By the loving birthday tribute to you that wendy posted, sounds like she was pacified dearly. I bet your a** has to sale land to satiate her now. Shes gotta have her a big new house, or car, or diamond something, I GUARANTEE! Youll oblige her, too, because she can take half your s***.

Posting this trash here makes me feel better. If you wouldnt have been trying to contact me at all, I would’ve been over this s*** already, and happy in my life. I love my spouse, and always have. You were just a puddle of s*** I had to walk through to remember how wonderful my husband is to me.

I never loved you. I know you never loved me. You never cared about me either. You only care about your own a**. I feel sorry for your real daughter. She’s so pretty, and always was such a sweet person. I cant believe you read her diary, and knew shed been mistreated, but did nothing. What a f****** coward you are!

I also feel like the Lisa woman, who died in 1991, would be disgusted with who you are today, too. Ive never understood how you became so obsessed with her death. You werent even dating when she died, but you act like a drunk driver ran over her, while she was on her way to marry you or something. Maybe you talked about her for sympathy? Idk. Ive always wondered if wendy knew how much lisa meant to you, and how wendy wont ever fill that place lisa has. Remember? No one was going to be loved by you like lisa is, that includes your wife.

This has been very beneficial and healing to me mentally to get this out. Feels like getting infection out of my mind, and I am glad to be rid of it. THANK GOD! I hope you find peace in God like I have. I dont wish anyone harm, or anything bad to happen to anyone. I just want this out of my system. And I’m glad I have this outlet.

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I consider myself probably the happiest and luckiest cuckold in the world. At the same time i both dislike and embrace the title. It is driven by one clear issue…a micropenis. She loves me and makes me feel adored, cherished, and respected. And s** is frequent and amazing and attentive. She commonly and randonly tells me to give her her little c*** and it can be hand oral or penetrative s**. But her need for penetration pleasure is what it is just as my sub 3 inch erect p**** is. I joyfully wear a s******* for her whenever she wants. We had a talk very early on about the realities and needs, and any woman deserves the real thing as well. Once ir twice a month, the “other man”…who we found jointly just like we did the ones before him (only one at a time ever, but sometimes they move or find a relationship)….he comes over when she has need and we are both home. I am only ever in the room the first time to make sure she feels safe and comfortable and that the rules….some mine but mostly hers and they are as much about me as her….are respected. Even then i am clothed. She and i jointly meet and talk and i guess “interview” him several times. After a new man’s first time with her i am no longer in the room. It happens very specifically…when he is to come over then she and i will begin for her arousal only. A guest bedroom in our home is used because both of us refuse to make her feel dirty by using a hotel and home is more comfortable for us both. He texts from the driveway. At that point i stop giving her oral and touch and leave her pre positiined head down on a pillow with her bottom up and available. She never wants any more face to face contact with him nor does she want him even kneelin behind her in our bed The room also has just the right chair for her to kneel on for when she wants that. So she is positioned to be taken from behind with her bottom at edge of bed. The man never speaks and neither does she. This is about giving her a real c*** for penetration only. The part most would think makes this disrespect me is that not only does she want to be ready but she also wants the man ready. No foreplay. When he enters he sees her from behind for rear entry. When he texts he is in the driveway and i leave her positioned and ready i go downstairs to meet him. He is required to strip and hand me his phone to make sure no pics or vid can be taken. He has to be ready so if he is not then i provide my hand and mouth to make sure he is. I do it for her because she does not want to be involved in any foreplay and she made a great effort to try to explain to me that that is a form of approval and consent to her and i want all her limits respected. And it is functional i have ready donned a tank and shorts even though i am aroused from having given her foreplay When he is erect and ready i send him to her. I remain downstairs and honestly enjoy how naturally vocal she is. She used to try to restrain herself but i assured her that hearing her from downstairs assures me that i know she is getting what she needs and loves even though i canmot. She is om birth control and it boosts her enjoyment to have him finish naturally and bare inside her. When he has finished he comes back downstairs and i consider it a gift and honor to clean him of her with my mouth. To taste her pleasure on him and know she got what she needs. At that point he will dress and leave unless my cleaning him restores his erection. If that happens i send him right back up to her for more. But she will be waiting in the same position for me whether once or more (in a couple of instances with the current man actually a third time and she gets louder every time). She knows if it will be him coming back or me because i knock before returning to her. If i send him back to her he simply opens and recloses the door and resumes.. The knock gives her the moment to choose the manner of us reuniting. It also gives her a moment to mentally come back to me. When i enter i always find her still positioned or slowly gently moving to lay on her back open her legs and smile up at me so beautifully exhausted and a look of sheer love. Fucked up as it may sound she is so beautiful in her post s** bliss and opening to me seeing his s**** inside her. Most of the time she wants me to bury my face in her and devour her to clean her which gives her powerful shaking climaxes. Then she will reach for me and pull me to her to lay atop and enter her to the degree i can and we hold tightly and sob into each other’s ears our love for each other. When i consider how so many cuckolds have to deal with the humilation i count myself the luckiest man alive. We will bask bare and sensually for hours after with more of our own l********* in our ways at our pace now that her natural needs are fulfilled.

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