Chapter TwelveA First Cuckolding
He was nineteen and full of testosterone fuelled arrogance.
Just what I wanted, in fact.
This was Hugh’s first cuckolding, after all, and I wanted it to be right.
Which meant no love, no emotional connection, and certainly no pssibility of a repeat engagement.
So, was this man, barely more than a boy, who was about to have s*x with me better looking than my husband?
Not by a country mile.
Was he more intelligent?
Hardly!
Was he blessed with a bigger c**k?
Not really.
Okay, it might have been just a tad longer and a bit thicker, but there really wan’t an appreciable difference save for that testosterone reponsible for both arrogance and staying power Hugh had known when at the same age and knew no longer.
“So what on earth was the attraction apar
