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About jmontagn

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  1. There is an old adage, "Never say never!"
  2. Speaking of Silicone, I hate FAKE TITS!!! They look like water balloons!
  3. 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.
  4. jmontagn


    Ex wife, Pam in see thru when wet bikini!
  5. I would love to see more of that video.
  6. What Pam would look like in her favorite position with a BBC
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. Love this thread. Both the stories and the accompanying photos are very erotic.
  10. There is a thread in the Cuckold Talks Forum entitled "Cuckold Quiz". There are 25 questions posed in that thread and you are asked to rate your feeling about the questions on a scale of 1-5. 125 would be the highest cuckold score. In answering the questions it occurred to me that at least 10 of the scenarios had actually happened to me. Here is the story about one of those scenarios. Question 3 ) You found an old letter from some guy to your girl that tells about their past sexual encounter. During a home renovation project I found some love letters that one of Pam’s old flames had written her in 1980. Lance was in the Idaho, I think, working a summer job to pay his tuition. From his letters he started working in a mine but then got a better job shoveling Mt. St. Helen’s ash off of buildings. It was back-breaking work he complained. He was dog tired every night and the only thing that kept him going was the memory of her soft body pressed against his and their lovemaking. In the letter, he mentioned how glad that he was glad that he had borrowed Tom’s Polaroid camera. At least he had the Polaroids to spur his memory. He wrote that looking at her nude photos was getting him so hot. He wrote that he loved the one where she was on her back with her legs spread apart and that he could smell her arousal and remembered he how she purred at him to hurry and finish taking the picture. He described the intense session of lovemaking that followed. It went something like this: “I put down the camera and lay by your side and kissed you gently. I remember how you responded by putting your arms around my neck and opening your lips to receive my tongue. My fingers can still feel your firm breasts and tummy as they moved down to rest between your thighs. You closed your thighs on my hand for a second when you thought that I would insert my fingers into you but instead I continued to move my hand down to your knee and then up again slowly to your soft, warm pussy. Your thighs opened and my hand covered it entirely, my palm rested on your mound, my fingers extended down and slowly I began to move my hand up and down maintaining a soft pressure. Your hips rose to increase the pressure of my palm on your clitoris and you started a rhythmic humping motion until your orgasm overtook you. You grabbed my cock and spreading your legs you pulled me insistently between them, demanding that I enter you. I obliged your request and rode you for several minutes giving you four or five orgasms before I finally whispered to you that I was about to cum. You panicked when you remembered that you have had to go off your pill and begged me to pull out. Just after I did I spurted all over you. You said you were sorry about me having to pull out but I grabbed the camera off the night stand and started to snap your picture. You protested but it was too late, the flash went off. "I am looking at that picture now. I see my cum all over your tummy. Is that some on your left nipple? I think I see a little something gooey on your chin! I can still feel your lips on my dick as you continued to apologize for not taking your pill by cleaning me off. I am so horny. I can’t wait for you to get here next week.” A later letter and some conversations Pam and I had over the years were about her trips to Glacier National Park and New York City to see him that summer. I wish that I could have been there to see their fucking.