Mona’s boyfriend, he fucks her like I never could. He fucks her hard and deep, his cock filling her completely. He fucks her slow and gentle, his hips grinding against hers. He fucks her against walls, on floors, in beds. He fucks her in ways that make her scream, make her beg for more.

Cuckold Confessions

by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you

I confess, I’m a pathetic, pussy-free cuckold, a champion masturbator. Sixteen years, that’s how long it’s been since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman. My wife Mona, she’s a different story. Her sexual life is as active as ever, her boyfriend keeping her well satisfied, four, sometimes five times a week. She juggles her schedule, makes time for him, for their escapades. Me? I juggle my time to be alone with my hand, my only reliable lover.

My days start and end the same way. The alarm goes off, Mona rolls out of bed, her silk nightie barely concealing her curves. She stretches, her body taut, and I watch her, my cock already stirring. She knows I watch her, she knows I won’t touch her, and she loves it. She bends over to pick up her robe, her ass round and firm, and I’m already hard.

I wait till she’s out the door, then I reach for the lube, always within arm’s reach. I squirt a generous amount onto my palm, the coolness a stark contrast to my heated skin. I grip my cock, the familiarity of the act comforting. I stroke slowly at first, my eyes closed, my mind already flipping through its vast catalog of images.

Mona’s boyfriend is a regular feature in my fantasies. He’s everything I’m not – tall, muscular, confident. I imagine him fucking Mona, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back. I imagine her moaning, her head thrown back, her body glistening with sweat. I imagine him making her come, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock.

I stroke faster, my grip tightening. I think about Mona sucking his cock, her lips stretched wide, her cheeks hollowed out. I think about her swallowing his come, her throat working, her eyes watering. I think about her licking her lips, a satisfied smile on her face.

I come with a grunt, my body tense, my cock pulsing in my hand. I clean up quickly, the routine practiced and efficient. I get dressed, make breakfast, go to work. I’m a functioning member of society, a pathetic cuckold hidden beneath a façade of normalcy.

Mona and I, we have an understanding. She knows I don’t fuck, she knows I don’t mind her fucking around. She doesn’t flaunt it, but she doesn’t hide it either. I find her discarded panties in the laundry, the crotch damp and fragrant. I find hickeys on her neck, love bites on her inner thighs. I find condom wrappers in her purse, her boyfriend’s semen in her pussy.

I love the smell of pussy, the taste of it. I love burying my face between Mona’s legs, my nose pressed against her clit, my tongue deep inside her. I love feeling her grind against my face, her juices smearing my cheeks, my chin. I love hearing her moan, her breath hitching, her body trembling.

But the thought of sticking my penis inside her, or any other pussy, never crosses my mind. I’ve tried, god knows I’ve tried. But every time, my cock goes soft at the mere thought of penetration. It’s like a switch flips in my brain, my body rebelling against the idea.

Mona’s boyfriend, he fucks her like I never could. He fucks her hard and deep, his cock filling her completely. He fucks her slow and gentle, his hips grinding against hers. He fucks her against walls, on floors, in beds. He fucks her in ways that make her scream, make her beg for more.

I watch them sometimes. I sit in the closet, my cock in my hand, my eyes glued to the crack in the door. I watch him fuck her, his body moving with a primal grace. I watch her respond to him, her body arching, her breasts heaving. I watch them and I stroke my cock, my arousal heightened by their passion.

I’ve watched Mona with other men too. I’ve watched her at swingers’ parties, her body writhing on strangers’ laps. I’ve watched her at orgies, her body sandwiched between two men, their cocks thrusting into her. I’ve watched her through her webcam, her body performing for faceless men online.

Each time, I stroke my cock, my arousal intensifying with each scene. I’ve come to crave the voyeurism, the thrill of watching and being watched. It’s become an integral part of my sexuality, as vital as my cock in my hand.

I remember the first time I watched Mona with another man. It was early in our marriage, our sexual incompatibility already apparent. She’d invited a friend over, a man I vaguely knew. They’d started kissing on the couch, their hands roaming, their bodies pressing together. I’d watched them, my cock hard in my pants. They’d moved to the bedroom, their clothes coming off, their bodies entwined. I’d followed them, my cock in my hand, my eyes wide with excitement.

I’d watched him fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I’d watched her suck his cock, her head bobbing up and down. I’d watched them 69, their bodies twisted together. I’d stroked my cock the whole time, my arousal building with each scene. When I’d finally come, it was with an intensity I’d never experienced before. It was then I knew, I was a cuckold.

Over the years, I’ve embraced my role. I’ve become Mona’s confidante, her sounding board for her sexual adventures. She tells me about the men she fucks, the things they do to her. She tells me about the times she’s fucked in public, the thrill of almost getting caught. She tells me about the times she’s been tied up, spanked, dominated. She tells me everything, and I listen, my cock hard, my mind spinning with images.

I’ve become her servant, her willing slave. I clean up after her lovers, washing the sheets, disposing of the condoms. I buy her lingerie, her sex toys, her lubes. I arrange her dates, her hookups, her orgies. I do everything she asks, my reward the stories she tells, the images she paints.

I’ve become a connoisseur of porn, my tastes eclectic. I watch everything from amateur to professional, from vanilla to kink. I watch gangbangs and creampies, BDSM and cuckold porn. I watch women being fucked by men, by women, by machines. I watch and I stroke my cock, my arousal constant, my orgasms frequent.

I’ve become a collector of sex toys, my drawers filled with dildos and vibrators, cock rings and butt plugs. I use them on myself, my body a playground of pleasure. I use them on Mona, her body responding to the stimuli. I use them on her lovers, their cocks hard, their bodies eager.

I’ve become a voyeur, my eyes always seeking the next scene. I watch couples in parks, their hands discreetly touching. I watch women in clubs, their bodies moving to the music. I watch men in gyms, their muscles glistening with sweat. I watch and I stroke my cock, my arousal fueled by their displays.

I’ve become a participant in online sex forums, my handle ‘CuckoldKing’. I share my stories, my experiences, my fantasies. I read others’ stories, their experiences, their fantasies. I engage in cybersex, my cock in my hand, my words on the screen. I’ve become a part of the community, my presence known, my stories appreciated.

Yet, despite all this, I remain a pathetic pussy-free cuckold. I’ve never fucked Mona, never fucked any woman. I’ve never known the pleasure of a pussy gripping my cock, the warmth of a woman’s body beneath mine. I’ve never known the joy of making a woman come, her body convulsing around my cock.

But that’s okay. I’ve accepted my role, embraced it even. I’ve found pleasure in my hand, in my toys, in my voyeurism. I’ve found pleasure in Mona’s adventures, in her lovers, in her stories. I’ve found pleasure in my fantasies, in my porn, in my online community.

I’ve found that the best sex I’ve ever had is with my hand. It’s the one constant in my life, the one thing that never fails me. It’s the one thing that brings me pleasure, that makes me come. It’s the one thing that I can rely on, that I can trust.

I look back on my life, on the years of masturbation, of cuckoldry, of voyeurism. I look back on the years of Mona’s adventures, of her lovers, of her stories. I look back on the years of porn, of sex toys, of online forums. I look back and I smile.

I am a pathetic pussy-free cuckold, a champion masturbator. I am a voyeur, a servant, a slave. I am a collector, a participant, a storyteller. I am all these things, and I am content.

I look forward to the future, to more years of masturbation, of cuckoldry, of voyeurism. I look forward to more of Mona’s adventures, of her lovers, of her stories. I look forward to more porn, more sex toys, more online forums. I look forward to more pleasure, more orgasms, more contentment.

I am a pathetic pussy-free cuckold, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am a champion masturbator, and I will continue to be so. I am a voyeur, a servant, a slave, a collector, a participant, a storyteller. I am all these things, and I am proud.

I stand before you, my cock in my hand, my heart on my sleeve. I confess to you, I am a pathetic pussy-free cuckold, a champion masturbator. I confess to you, I am a voyeur, a servant, a slave. I confess to you, I am a collector, a participant, a storyteller. I confess to you, I am all these things, and I am proud.

I confess to you, I love the smell of pussy, the taste of it. I confess to you, I love watching Mona fuck other men. I confess to you, I love stroking my cock, my arousal constant, my orgasms frequent. I confess to you, I love my role, my life, my pleasures.

I confess to you, I am a pathetic pussy-free cuckold, a champion masturbator. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.