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27/04/2020
13 years ago, shortly after moving into my wife was approached the joined a group of local gated community wifes. Generally they would get togather once a week, and subgroups, based upon interests would do stuff on weekends. Mainly, they got togather and drank wine. Several of them worked 9 to 5, so Monday nights became the normal meeting day, especially in the fall due to football season. Other times of the year was also based mainly on sports. Weekend get togathers are generally much smaller due to interests. Wine tasting tours and shopping are some of the more popular events, when they get togather and hire a tour bus to haul them all around. Most walk to the meeting loaction to avoid driving drunk. Few are sober after the weekly meetings.
When my wife first joined most were in their 30 & 40s, but now several are in their 50s. Their are around 35 in the club now. More than a couple are very religous, most are very conservative and vocal about it when not in their meetings or outing. The club banded any political talk during any event. But based upon canidate signs in their front yards, its easy to tell where they stand.
So a lot of less than religous or consertive things have happened over the years that would shock even a few liberals, but I'm limiting this story to just one.
At least 11 years ago a group of 5 to 8 went to Las Vegas. My wife is not one of them, and has never gone there with a group from the club. They did a lot of drinking, and one night ended up in a sex shop. Apparently, they got interested in the varity of dildos that were on display. While checking them out they found a kit that could create a copy of an actual dick. They ended up leaving the store with very little purchased, that night. Next day late in the afternoon they were all hanging out around the pool deciding what to do that night. A group of nicely built and handsome guys showed up, probably after attending a convention all day. They were all feeling good from the glasses of wine they had finished off while at the pool. They started rating the guys, then they ended up guessing penis sizes based on package sizes, and because there were a couple of college aged girls openly flirting with 3 or 4 of the better looking one. The girls had managed to arouse the guys and sizes had become clear. This lead to these wife discussing their own husband's equipment sizes. That night some got the idea to lets just see who's husband has what, which led to the return to the sex shop and the purchasing of the penis mold kit. After discussing price with the night manager, they pooled their money and ended up buying a case of 24 kits, saving around 50%, then had it sent directly to one of their homes.
When this group got home they all picked up a kit for theirselves, and decided to sell the rest to club members.
The next meeting, after a couple glasses of wine the Vegas group had already been talking about their exploits in Vegas, to include a couple of trips to male strip clubs, and the endowment factors of the performers. That crossed over to husband rankings. Then one of the non-Vegas wives asked, so how do you know about other husbands junk? Have you had an orgie or something? Thats when they told everyone about the kits, and one pulled out a dildo tbat had been created from her husband's own dick. From there it quickley got passed around, and based upon group interest and approval, the rest of the Vegas group pulled out their new dildos. Needless to say the rest of the case dold out, and orders were taken for more. My wife managed to get a kit right then (they pulled marbels from a jar to see who got o that night and who had to wait on the new order to arrive. They ended up ordering 2 more cases, several of the ladies want 2 kits.
So my wife got home and the next weekend we made a mold and a copy of me. I thought it would be easy and painless. It was easy, wife was able to keep me hard until the mold was set. They was a litte pain during the process as my wife wanted the mold to include my testicles. This required them to be pressed from behind and held in position until the matrial had set. The pain came from her taking two tounge depressers taping them in a slight Vee shape, then with me on all fours, holding my penis in the jell, keeping hard, while she pushed my nuts down into the jell. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she had pushed them down, so entire scrotem was in the jell. It didn't hurt at first, just uncomfortable, but she wanted to make sure the material was setup properly. After a minute of having tounge depressors shoved into the vains and tubes coming out of the back of your nut it starts to hurt, a lot! But that was just the start. After the stuff set, the plan is to go soft and your dick comes out easily. That plan doesn't work the same for testicles, especially when tounge depressors are used. The nuts can't be removed until the depressors are, and the wood adheared pretty well to the mold material. To make matters worse, I really couldn't see what was going on, because too much movement of the mold tended to increase the pain. It took around 30 minutes of work to get the first depressor out, she twested it, wiggled it, all of which hurt. But the worse pain came when she tapped the end, i.e. caused it to push deeper into my scrotum. As painful as it was it worked and she was able to pull it out with a pair of pliers. The second depressor took only about 2 minutes, but requied a good tap on the end first. She had decided to make sure the depressor brake free the first time by tapping harder than she had the first one(did not run her idea past me first). It worked the harder tap did break it loose almost immediately. Of course having your nuts held firmly in place then having a piece of wood driven into them causes unbeliveable pain. After that there was even more pain caused by extracting a testicle through a hole that is slightly smaller than the testicle. She ended up having to cut some of the mold away with a hobby rotory machine. I ended up with a few cuts on my sack from th blade getting too close. And at the first feeling of the skin getting cut the first automatic thing your scrotum does quickly tighted up causing an even deeper cut. My nuts were sore for at least 5 days and extremely sensitive for 3 weeks. We didn't have sex for two weeks. She did have sex, the very next night. I was going to watch, but it proved to be too exciting, and as I got hard, my nut pain started getting worse, so I went to watch some tv.
Now I didn't find this out until much later. My wife took her new toy to the very next meeting! After a couple of glasses of wine and after several other had been pulled out she pulled her new 7+ inch toy. I asked why didn't you just pull it out when everyone else pulled their's out. She said she didn't want to be embarrassed incase mine was smaller than the others. She said I'm happy to say it was the second longest and the fatest that night. And it was the only one with testicles! I also found out a month or two later several of the wifes started trading for week, their new toys. My wife's new toy was one of the most popular to borrow. I asked her what she did with the ones she borrowed? She just said, well they didn't go to waste, I prommise you that. So I asked, what about the shorter skinny ones, what did those feel like? She said some i could bearly feel in my pussy, but they felt real good in my ass.
So that's the story. So, since exact replicals of most ever husband in the club have been in my wife's does that make me cuckold. My wife pointed out, my look-a-like has been in everyone the club members, several times. She just admitted she made 3 more toys out of that mold (I didn't know this until now) and I am very popular among the other wives, especially the newer and younger members. I asked what about the newly weds who just moved in 3 dors down and accross the street. She confessed they have been hogging the toy for the last 3 weeks, but she hasn't told her husband it is a copy of a real husband in the group, he thinks she just got it on line. She also said he loves it when she pulls it out to play with during sex. He really likes cramming it in her pussy whe takes her in her ass.
I'm hoping that leads to something in the future, but my wife said I an't tell anyone because most of the husbands don't know about the swapping.
End of this story of the local club.
When my wife first joined most were in their 30 & 40s, but now several are in their 50s. Their are around 35 in the club now. More than a couple are very religous, most are very conservative and vocal about it when not in their meetings or outing. The club banded any political talk during any event. But based upon canidate signs in their front yards, its easy to tell where they stand.
So a lot of less than religous or consertive things have happened over the years that would shock even a few liberals, but I'm limiting this story to just one.
At least 11 years ago a group of 5 to 8 went to Las Vegas. My wife is not one of them, and has never gone there with a group from the club. They did a lot of drinking, and one night ended up in a sex shop. Apparently, they got interested in the varity of dildos that were on display. While checking them out they found a kit that could create a copy of an actual dick. They ended up leaving the store with very little purchased, that night. Next day late in the afternoon they were all hanging out around the pool deciding what to do that night. A group of nicely built and handsome guys showed up, probably after attending a convention all day. They were all feeling good from the glasses of wine they had finished off while at the pool. They started rating the guys, then they ended up guessing penis sizes based on package sizes, and because there were a couple of college aged girls openly flirting with 3 or 4 of the better looking one. The girls had managed to arouse the guys and sizes had become clear. This lead to these wife discussing their own husband's equipment sizes. That night some got the idea to lets just see who's husband has what, which led to the return to the sex shop and the purchasing of the penis mold kit. After discussing price with the night manager, they pooled their money and ended up buying a case of 24 kits, saving around 50%, then had it sent directly to one of their homes.
When this group got home they all picked up a kit for theirselves, and decided to sell the rest to club members.
The next meeting, after a couple glasses of wine the Vegas group had already been talking about their exploits in Vegas, to include a couple of trips to male strip clubs, and the endowment factors of the performers. That crossed over to husband rankings. Then one of the non-Vegas wives asked, so how do you know about other husbands junk? Have you had an orgie or something? Thats when they told everyone about the kits, and one pulled out a dildo tbat had been created from her husband's own dick. From there it quickley got passed around, and based upon group interest and approval, the rest of the Vegas group pulled out their new dildos. Needless to say the rest of the case dold out, and orders were taken for more. My wife managed to get a kit right then (they pulled marbels from a jar to see who got o that night and who had to wait on the new order to arrive. They ended up ordering 2 more cases, several of the ladies want 2 kits.
So my wife got home and the next weekend we made a mold and a copy of me. I thought it would be easy and painless. It was easy, wife was able to keep me hard until the mold was set. They was a litte pain during the process as my wife wanted the mold to include my testicles. This required them to be pressed from behind and held in position until the matrial had set. The pain came from her taking two tounge depressers taping them in a slight Vee shape, then with me on all fours, holding my penis in the jell, keeping hard, while she pushed my nuts down into the jell. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she had pushed them down, so entire scrotem was in the jell. It didn't hurt at first, just uncomfortable, but she wanted to make sure the material was setup properly. After a minute of having tounge depressors shoved into the vains and tubes coming out of the back of your nut it starts to hurt, a lot! But that was just the start. After the stuff set, the plan is to go soft and your dick comes out easily. That plan doesn't work the same for testicles, especially when tounge depressors are used. The nuts can't be removed until the depressors are, and the wood adheared pretty well to the mold material. To make matters worse, I really couldn't see what was going on, because too much movement of the mold tended to increase the pain. It took around 30 minutes of work to get the first depressor out, she twested it, wiggled it, all of which hurt. But the worse pain came when she tapped the end, i.e. caused it to push deeper into my scrotum. As painful as it was it worked and she was able to pull it out with a pair of pliers. The second depressor took only about 2 minutes, but requied a good tap on the end first. She had decided to make sure the depressor brake free the first time by tapping harder than she had the first one(did not run her idea past me first). It worked the harder tap did break it loose almost immediately. Of course having your nuts held firmly in place then having a piece of wood driven into them causes unbeliveable pain. After that there was even more pain caused by extracting a testicle through a hole that is slightly smaller than the testicle. She ended up having to cut some of the mold away with a hobby rotory machine. I ended up with a few cuts on my sack from th blade getting too close. And at the first feeling of the skin getting cut the first automatic thing your scrotum does quickly tighted up causing an even deeper cut. My nuts were sore for at least 5 days and extremely sensitive for 3 weeks. We didn't have sex for two weeks. She did have sex, the very next night. I was going to watch, but it proved to be too exciting, and as I got hard, my nut pain started getting worse, so I went to watch some tv.
Now I didn't find this out until much later. My wife took her new toy to the very next meeting! After a couple of glasses of wine and after several other had been pulled out she pulled her new 7+ inch toy. I asked why didn't you just pull it out when everyone else pulled their's out. She said she didn't want to be embarrassed incase mine was smaller than the others. She said I'm happy to say it was the second longest and the fatest that night. And it was the only one with testicles! I also found out a month or two later several of the wifes started trading for week, their new toys. My wife's new toy was one of the most popular to borrow. I asked her what she did with the ones she borrowed? She just said, well they didn't go to waste, I prommise you that. So I asked, what about the shorter skinny ones, what did those feel like? She said some i could bearly feel in my pussy, but they felt real good in my ass.
So that's the story. So, since exact replicals of most ever husband in the club have been in my wife's does that make me cuckold. My wife pointed out, my look-a-like has been in everyone the club members, several times. She just admitted she made 3 more toys out of that mold (I didn't know this until now) and I am very popular among the other wives, especially the newer and younger members. I asked what about the newly weds who just moved in 3 dors down and accross the street. She confessed they have been hogging the toy for the last 3 weeks, but she hasn't told her husband it is a copy of a real husband in the group, he thinks she just got it on line. She also said he loves it when she pulls it out to play with during sex. He really likes cramming it in her pussy whe takes her in her ass.
I'm hoping that leads to something in the future, but my wife said I an't tell anyone because most of the husbands don't know about the swapping.
End of this story of the local club.
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