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My stud gives me intense orgasms, unlike the cuckoldAs I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but think about how much my life had changed since that fateful night when I walked in on my wife Kambi giving a blowjob to our neighbor's cock. I was a cuckold, and it seemed like no matter what I did, I just couldn't get her out of my mind. The memory of her ass wiggling back and forth as she sucked his dick still made me jerked off in my sleep. But little did I know, Kambi had a secret that would blow my mind. She had been cuckolding me for months, and the neighbor was just the tip of the iceberg. It seemed like every guy in town wanted to get their cock into her, and she was more than happy to oblige. I felt like such an idiot, having no idea what was going on behind my back. And to make matters worse, Kambi had been wanking off to thoughts of all these guys while I lay next to her at night, completely oblivious. As the days went by, I found myself becoming more and more withdrawn. I couldn't bear the thought of being a cuckold anymore, and I knew I had to do something about it. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and confront Kambi about what was going on. But as I approached her, I could feel my heart racing with anxiety. What would she say? Would she deny everything or admit to her anal escapades? I took a deep breath and let the words spill out of me like a pent-up flood. "Kambi, I know what's been going on," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You've been cuckolding me for months, haven't you?" She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and guilt, but before she could respond, I continued. "And don't even get me started on the neighbor. You're a cuckold kambi, and it's time someone called you out on it." Kambi's eyes flashed with anger, but I didn't care. I was done being a pawn in her game of sexual manipulation. It was time for me to take control and show her that I wouldn't be ignored. As the argument escalated, I could feel my anger boiling over like a pot about to boil. But deep down, I knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey towards healing and recovery.