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This is proof that I am a cuckold. I am Joe, an old fart from Western New York near Buffalo. All of the time we were married, I thought Pam my ex-wife was faithful. I knew before we were married in 1990 that Pam had been somewhat of a slut. She was very open about her sexual past but swore that was all in the past. It wasn’t until 2010, six years after we split up that I figured out that she had not kept her word. As far as the photo is concerned, it was by accident that I found it. In 2015, I was surfing the net at an interracial porn site and Isaw this photo. The first things I noticed were the sex thigh-his and thought to myself, "Those look just like the thigh-his that Pam used to wear under her business pants suits when she went on business trips to Washington, DC." (It was our inside joke that under those conservative slacks were sexy panties and those killer hose.) I almost shit my pants when I looked at the woman's face and it was Pam. Then I looked at the guy and he looked familiar. He looked like Derrick, a contractor to her office in DC. To say that I looked carefully at the photo would be an understatement; I examined every part of it and found many details that confirmed that it was Pam. The hair is the style she changed to about 5 years after we got married; the necklace is the one I gave her for our 6th anniversary, the tits and nipples are virtually identical to hers, the navel is a tiny "innie" like hers. The finger nail polish is the same neutral shade as the polish she wore. I recognized the background as the "dungeon" that her ex boyfriend and Dom, Jack had in the lower level of his townhouse in the Maryland suburbs of DC. I had been there once with Pam, a couple of days before Pam and I got married. Pam had told me that Jack was trying to blackmail her into having sex with him the night before our wedding her with videos he had taken during the three years she lived with him. I confronted him and demanded that he show me the videos, He obliged by showing me "Best of Pam”, a compilation of poses and sex acts; all with Pam as the star. The bed, the wireless house phone, and those funky red and white and pink shower curtains were the background for a lot of clips in the blackmail video. Then there is that facial expression in the photo, not exactly the ecstasy you would expect on a woman who is enjoying having her pussy eaten. That too confirms that it is Pam; she hated oral sex both giving and receiving. It seems that someone else must have photographed her and that brings us to the question of who. I am pretty sure that it was Jack. She lived with him for three years as his submissive and she told me that the last Wednesday of every month he had an orgy in the "dungeon" and she acted as the hostess. Jack was a blatant voyeur and would photograph virtually everyone at the orgies. While I was almost sure that Pam had cheated, iIt wasn't until I found this photo that I realized just how many of those frequent business trips from our home in Central New Jersey to DC were the last week of the month. (A clue that I missed to her cheating.) She would usually go on Tuesdays and come back Thursday evening, almost always staying at her friend Mary's apartment. We made it a custom to call home every night when we were on business travel. It seemed that, when she was away, the calls were always a lot shorter than when I was away. This was mostly when she was saying with her friend Mary to save the Government the cost of a hotel room. She would say that didn't want to tie up Mary's phone. (Another missed clue). In retrospect, I am sure that she was really staying at Jack's townhouse. I wondered about when the photo might have been taken. For a brief moment I thought it might have been before we met but then I remembered the necklace and the thigh-his. I estimate the photo as sometime between 2000 and 2003.Another detail was that Derrick also happened to be the son of the black minister that married Pam and I in 1990. He had accompanied his father and helped him with the service. He was only 17 at that time and still in high school. I didn't see him again until about 10 years later. Both Pam and I were in DC (We worked for the same agency.) and Derrick was in her office talking to her. When I walked in, they seemed startled as if I had interrupted something intimate (Another missed clue). Pam introduced him because I didn't seem to recognize him; he looked a lot different from the wedding. She bragged that that scrawny teenager was a now grad student of Jack's and he was working on the contract that Jack had with her office. (Yet another missed clue). Derrick died in 2003, when he got sepsis and waited too long to go to the hospital. When Pam heard, she was grief-stricken. I thought it was because she was such a sensitive person (The final missed clue with Derrick). I still wonder, “How could I have been so out of touch with what was going on?”

There is an old adage, "Never say never!"

Speaking of Silicone, I hate FAKE TITS!!! They look like water balloons!

In the course of human history more blood has been spilled in the name of organized religion, than for any other reason. Organized religion is all about control and money.

Ex wife, Pam in see thru when wet bikini!

Love her oreo sandwich photos

Nice tongue action

Very nice!

I would love to see more of that video.

What Pam would look like in her favorite position with a BBC

I should have known I was a cuckold that Saturday afternoon in 1957 when I was 14 and I saw the love of my life, JoAnn making out with another guy in the balcony of a movie theater and all I could do was watch them with a hard on leaking precum into my jockey shorts. I should have known I was a cuckold that night 1n 1959 when I called the next love of my life and Carol was home alone with the biggest cunt hound in my class. As she was hanging up the phone, I heard her say, “Stop it Eddie! My aunt will be home in 15 minutes and I need to get dressed.” All I did was go into the bathroom for privacy and stroke my cock. I should have known I was a cuckold the night in 1962 that the next love of my life, Jackie told me she was pregnant and getting married the next Monday, on her 17th birthday. I went home and actually considered asking her to marry me instead of the father of her baby. I should have known I was a cuckold that night in 1964 that I saw the next love of my life, Mary Lou secretly hand a piece of napkin with her phone number on it to my friend Roger at a bar while we were double dating with him. I took Mary Lou home and never mentioned that I saw her do it. When I got home from the date I was in that bathroom again to relieve the blue balls I had thinking about Mary Lou and Roger. After a few more dates, she broke up with me and I never saw her again. I should have known I was a cuckold a few months later in early 1965 when I found out that Judy, a girl I had dated a couple of times after Mary Lou was pregnant. I knew it wasn’t mine because I was a good Catholic guy and was still a virgin at age 22. Another trip to that bathroom was the order of the day. I should have known I was a cuckold in 1967 when the real love of my life and first wife, Marilyn told me 4 months after our wedding that she had lied to me about being a virgin. I was so pissed I stormed out of our apartment and walked around town for two hours. My rage slowly subsided and I gradually realized that I wanted to hear the whole story, When I got back my bride was distraught and crying. I soothed her and made her tell me how she was debauched at age 14 by her first boyfriend Danny. As she related the story, I got a raging hard on and fucked her hard before she could finish. I should have known I was a cuckold that night I 1976 when we were playing strip poker with Lorraine and Joel and I was the first one naked and had to leave the room. Lorraine was next and joined me in the family room where she proceeded to pass out drunk on the couch. As I sat in my recliner stroking my cock looking at the naked Lorraine and her nice tits and dark brown nipples, I started imagining Joel and my wife fucking in the living room. I don’t really know if I was relieved or disappointed when, after what seemed like an eternity but was actually only about 10 minutes they both came into the family room. Joel came in first naked followed by my wife who still had her bra and hip hugger panties on. Needless to say after we roused Lorraine and they left, my wife and I did not make it upstairs to the bedroom. As a matter of fact we fucked while she was still in her bra and panties. I remember wondering if she was so turned on because she had seen Joel’s 8 inch hard-on. I should have known I was a cuckold when after my first wife died in1986 until I met Pam in 1989, my main sexual release was fantasizing about the time Marilyn was seduced by her first boyfriend and not all the glorious times I had fucked her. I should have known I was a cuckold in 1990 when Pam told me about her last boyfriend, Jack who also happened to be her master’s thesis advisor. She told me in great detail how they were in a dom/sub relationship and that she had been his sex slave for nearly 3 years. When she told me all this and that she was going to see him three days before our wedding because he was blackmailing her with the videos he had taken during those 3 years, I went with her and turned the tables on him. I made him show me the tape. It included date stamped footage that proved that he was guilty of violating his University’s rules against faculty having a sexual relationship with one of his students. When we got back to her place I couldn’t wait to play the tape again and I fucked her on the living room floor in front of the TV. I should have known I was a cuckold during the early 90s when we started telling each other about our past sexual adventures. I ran out of stories after about 5. Pam seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of tales. She realized that I got turned on hearing them and we both loved our Scheherazade sessions. They would always end up with us fucking. I don’t know what she was thinking about while we fucked but I was always visualizing the tale she had just related. I should have known I was a cuckold all those nights when Pam was on business trips to DC and she did not answer her hotel room phone. She always had a flimsy excuse such as: I was out with Beth, I had a headache, I had to stay late at the office, etc. I always believed her and never suspected that she would cheat. I finally started to suspect I was a cuckold in 2010, about 4 years after Pam and I divorced. While I was converting some camcorder tapes to digital format, I saw a segment taken on Monday, September 11, 2000 at 5:00 pm. I didn’t remember shooting the clip. It was not particularly nasty but was shot through our family room window pretty obviously without her knowledge. It featured Pam getting ready to take dip in our pool in a skimpy pink bikini that she never wore at home. Video Capture from that clip. is attached to this post.) Pretty innocent stuff by today’s standards but if I didn’t take the footage, who did? Over the next few days I tried to remember doing the taping but couldn’t, so I decided to do some checking. In 2000 I was working in a job that required a lot of travel, and being a financial record freak (I have electronic files from Managing your Money, MS money and Quicken that go back to 1983.) I went to the computer and found a record that I was at the airport that day and in Kansas City the following three days. Then I noticed an item in the data base for a dinner on Sunday at a fancy restaurant. Things were coming into focus now. That weekend we had a visit from an old friend of Pam’s who was in the USA. He was living in Europe and was here working at various places in the States for a few weeks. She had met him in the UK years ago while she was in graduate school and studying there one summer. I remembered that I had offered to take him to Newark Airport with me since that he was leaving for the West Coast but his flight wasn’t until 11:30 AM and my flight to Kansas City was at 7:30 AM. He said he would take a cab. I also remembered that when I called home at around 9:30 PM that evening, no one answered the phone. I left a message and Pam called back around 11:00 pm. She said that she had just got home from driving Mack to the airport. She explained that he had overslept and that it was too late for him to make the flight. The next flight he could get was at 9:30 pm. I remember asking her why she didn’t wake him up since she was working from home that day and she said that she was on a conference call from 9:00 until almost 10:45 and realized that he wasn’t awake when she got off the call. She woke him then, but it was already much too late to get to the airport. I also remembered that she volunteered that he spent the rest of the day lying around the pool. As I mentioned above, while we were married, I trusted Pam completely and it never occurred to me that maybe there was no conference call; maybe she went in to wake him up early enough to make the flight but instead of him getting out of bed, she got into it; maybe time got away from them and they weren’t finished fucking around until 10:45.

Asking me to pick a favorite would be like asking a kid in a candy shop to say what his favorite was. I love all of them.