At your new neighbor’s house party, you saw him and your wife go into his bedroom and close the door.
Of course you were concerned at what might happen so, a couple of minutes later, you quietly tried to open the door but it was locked. You listened at the door, of course.
Him: Baby, you ain’t got to beg. I’m gonna fuck you real good.
Her: Thank God… black men drive me crazy. I’m just worried because my husband is here too.
Him: Don’t worry baby… I locked the door. He ain’t gonna catch us. So, you fucked black guys before?
Her: Oh HELL yeah… all the time.
Him: Your husband know?
Her: Course not… (giggle) but it wouldn’t matter. He’s too much of a pussy to do anything about it.
Several of the other party-goers saw you snooping at his bedroom door so you went back into the living room. You knew they were whispering about your unfaithful wife and the fact that she was cuckolding you right there at the party. You were still shocked that she’d been fucking black men behind your back.
A little while later, her orgasmic screams announced to the party that your new neighbor had, indeed, taken your wife and made her his bitch. Now the open smirks and giggles of the other partiers told you that whatever respect they’d ever had for you was destroyed.
When she emerged from his bedroom, obviously worse for wear, she met your hurt look with obvious defiance.
It was obvious that the cat was out of the bag.
They embraced in front of everyone and kissed deeply.
That day, your life as her cuckold began. Before she’d cheated on you but now her adultery was out in the open. And it would stay that way forever.
You thought that would be the worst day of your life but you were wrong.
The worst day of your life was when your kids asked you why the other neighborhood kids were calling you a cuckold and what that word meant.