Memories of fucking

many years have passed since my little penis entered in my wife (and a woman in general) for the last time. I have a rather vague memory of the feelings about fucking. Here I would like to share what I felt in my last time.
As is natural, with the evolution of the relationship our sexual relations had become increasingly rare and more humiliating for me; I had a limited time to do everything (including stripping myself completely, putting on a condom, undressing her a bit and ending), she was distracted during the sex and urged me to finish quickly, etc.
We were in the june of 2006, married for a couple of weeks (we still hadn’t consumed the marriage); I remember we were on the couch, I was massaging her feet and she begins to tell me that now that we were married we belong one of the other, that we had somehow a deeper relationship and that I could understand that she didn’t want to waste time with my little penis … while he was doing all this talk I was gradually afraid of where he was going and at the same time I was excited by the perspective, incredible how is the cuckolds mind: wife is telling him she doesn’t want to do anymore sex (though rare and short) and the cuckold gets excited at the idea ….
however, she then turns around the argouments a bit more and then tells me clearly: now start your last 5 minutes of glory after that you will never fuck again (and she activate the timer as usually for our intercourse); I run from the living room to the bed room to get the condoms, I go back to the living, I undress my self and put the condom, meanwhile she has taken a magazine and is leafing through it, I take off her pants and panties, as usual she does not help me but does not oppose resistance, I put myself on her and I start to fuck, after a while she tells me, always leafing through the magazine: hurry up so you finish it forever, these words humiliate me and excite me at the same time, without even realizing I cum. .. it’s been 2 minutes and 39 seconds (including taking the condom, undressing me, putting it on and sponging her ….) she stops the timer and smiles – my good love, you’ve been fast enough, I hope your last fuck was satisfying, now you say goodbye to pussy, forever!

thinking back on all this and the fact that not only did I accept it but I also shared the choice, I find that the cuckold world is really inexplicable in some respects, it has a much more intense emotional involvement than any other relationship. the psychology of the cuck couple is so complicated and so out of the ordinary that it is useless to try to understand it, but the solidity of a real cuck couple (I mean a non-imposed cuckoldism, but chosen as a style by both) has an unimaginable solidity and intimacy!