1. My Life as a Cuckold


    Date: 3/16/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    was all in my head. That it was all my imagination. That I was getting sick and I needed help. From the start, my mother-in-law knew what her daughter was up to and what she was doing to me. I could tell by the way they talked to each other that they must be arguing behind my back. Her mother tried to make up for her daughter's infidelity by being overly kind to me. I responded to her and we became very close but that is another story. My mother-in-law was conflicted, she liked me but she had to coverup for her daughter. I tried to talk to her but she would dismiss me by saying, "My daughter loves you very much." It started with me not sl**ping at night and then not eating like I should. I lost weight, my eyes became dark and sunken. Looking into the mirror, I saw a face of death. Lacking sl**p, I became confused and began to speak incoherently. My mother-in-law didn't like what she was seeing in me so she brought me to visit her doctor. The doctor recommended that I sign myself into a hospital as I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I signed myself into the hospital where they put me on sedatives to get me to sl**p. After two weeks of rest and sl**p, I was back to feeling my old self. I signed myself out of the hospital, A.M.A. against medical advice and returned to the environment that put me there in the first place. Coming out of the hospital, I now had the stigma of having mental problems and my wife could now play the role of the poor innocent wife whose ...
    husband is mentally unstable. The doctor had given me a prescription for a strong sedative. Now, whenever I'm unable to sl**p because I'm sexually aroused, my wife would say, "Here honey, take your medication." What I needed was the reassurance that she loved me by copulating with me but instead, she was putting me to sl**p by d**gging me with sedatives and I was letting it all happen. It was the lowest, depressing point in my life. I felt so alone, so empty, so rejected. On top of that, there was no construction work, so I was unemployed. Her days were spent working with good looking guys who were college graduates. After work she would come home to a high school drop out, a misfit and total looser. I had no right to get married. I should never have been born. One morning she left for work and I went to see about a job which I did not get. I came home and backed my car into the garage. I closed the garage door and rolled down the car windows. I had a full tank of gas. I sat in the car, staring at the ignition. All I had to do was start the engine and drift off to sl**p. I was twenty-three years old and I never gave myself a chance. I thought of my wife, "Let her find the body. She deserves it. No! Screw her! I'm getting out of here. I'll start a new life. A whole new life." Going back into the house, I gathered up my things and packed them into the car. I left her a note, "We are through. You can have the house. I'm taking the car." I left, vowing that I would never marry again. ...
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