undefinedI fail to understand the term "Paid Cuckolds"!
I wanted to know where they get fun from and what excites them?
The sound of cash or the moans of the lady?
Recently I thought to give the idea a shot, to experience how and what it feels like and here is it.
I have been with a few couples, yes, just a few, but haven't found anyone wanting money in return. (only 4 of them in total + 1 paid I tried out to experience what it means and how it feels) Yes of-course, I never visit my friends without a gift. May be a small one, a lingerie, a dress, games/toys/activity kits for the little ones, a bottle of wine for the host and all such petty sort of stuff. But exchanging cash just dampens the whole idea of fun within. It's more of satisfying the hunger rather than enjoying the company.
And above all, you cannot be sure of if the lady is enjoying the moment or she is just doing it for the financial advantage!!
Here it goes!
Meeting the man first at a rendezvous. With cash changing hands, i would prefer to call him a pimp, no offences to any one! At the meet I was really feeling as I was meeting the above said character(using the word repeatedly doesn't feels good!). I could just recall my first and last stint with a paid girl whom I met through her agent, some cash changed hands and I was good to go with the girl. And believe me, I just left her unused the whole night! The whole setup was feeling like the same, and I was in the flashback for some time the past getting across my eyes. It was getting hard for me to believe and understand what I am dealing with. Really a couple who enjoys the company of a man? Or just people making money out of other's fantasies and desires!
All done, I recollected myself and tried to move ahead. A mixed feeling of depression, and the excitement of what lies ahead. An itch to explore, I moved ahead, killing my conscience, I was at their home, if it was a home! Smart ones will know what I mean! I saw the lady, and I agree she was stunning, well shaped and hot. Something to relish I would say honestly, and I was almost hard with the thought of me with her! The only thing missing was the shyness in her, that I had experienced before with my ****. I could recall the women shying away, trying to look at me from the corner of her eyes, but not yet ready to look into the eyes straight. Eager yet hiding. Trying to come close but staying far. I could sense the feminism in them, like a bride at the first night, but it was missing. The excitement weaned off immediately. I could sense, she was more interested in what was in her man's pocket than what was inside my pants. There was no sensuality, not a drop of excitement of being in another man's company. Not any thought of enjoying the moment. I could sense and feel the gloom. And that was the harsh reality I was about to face, from which I was trying to run away. My whole mood got washed away. I was not looking for mere a physical encounter. I would have got that at a better bargain. I was wanting to enjoy the moment. Wanted to experience the feel of the women I was with. The enjoyment and satisfaction she had. The way I felt before. With others. The moment in the women's eyes, satisfaction on the man's.I was looking for a new couple a complete stranger. A new couple as the older friends of mine are friends now and no more a stranger! We still are a game, and the ladies are much exciting and sensual to me still. But we have lost the charm of being a stranger. Being an unknown. The are no more shy when I undress them, They are no more twitching when I reveal their body to me. The know my moves. They know my style, They know my body. It's still fun and I love to be with them.
But this time I was looking for something else, which was nowhere to be found.Finally we were together, in the bed. Yes, there was a very little talking. It was all like just get to the business. I was trying hard to concentrate on the foreplay, but I knew, whatever I did, it really didn't matter. I could feel, she wanted just one thing. "Do whatever you want and leave!" I could sense that. The man, was least interested in what we are doing and more into his laptop. It didn't mean him a thing that a man was (supposedly)enjoying with her wife. He was least bothered to feel the moment. To share the pleasure. Coming down occasionally, may be to see if she's safe and comfortable, but not to experience the moment.
We got moving, she did to me with her hands and mouth. Unwilling I did liked it, but didn't enjoyed it. I was feeling good. But not awesome. The essence was missing after all. And finally we got into action. This time the thought just changed minds. Now it was me thinking just do whatever and leave! I did to her. She moaned, cried dripped. Which was obvious. When something good goes in, you are bound to feel it. And it all ended in a while. We did another and one more. But after three ejaculations I was still hungry. Still unsatisfied. Still missing the erotica, the fun, the pleasure. But that was it. We had "agreed", yes agreed beforehand that it will be 2 "shots". And I had more. I was afraid if I would be asked to pay for the extra shot. But fortunately they didn't. Lucky me.
Washing, cleaning and I was hurried out of the house. Normally I would have expected a cup of coffee or may be tea together. Some chit chats. Some talking and teasing. But before I could be ready for that, I was walking down the stairs of their apartment (yes I avoid lifts).
I don't know how long I walked, before getting to a shop to light up a smoke. I was walking in void. I was not in my senses. I was like Devastated. Despaired. Dilapidated.
I was not understanding what I did, and more over I didn't wanted to believe what I did.
I smoked a few cigarettes back to back. Recollected myself. And two days later I was travelling to my dear old friends. I knew my old lady would be a bandage to my bruises, as she had always been and putting my head between her bosoms, will ease out my trauma and charge me afresh.
I was looking for a new feeling and it was a new one indeed!
So my final conclusion was, if you are looking for physical fun, get what ever you can lay your hands on, or get a chance to or is affordable to you.
But if you are looking for a genuine and real experience and seek to fulfil your fantasies, look for something good.
And believe me, this is the only thing where you pay for the cheap things and get a good one for free!
A home cooked meal is always better and more relishing than a fast food.
It might fill up your tummy, but it cannot satisfy your hunger.
(The view is highly my personal view based on my experiences and it intends to hurt no one. Every one has their own thought process, views and state of mind. This reflects only mine and is not with a prejudice to anyone.)
Thanks for reading.
