This Was The Same Face He Made When He Grabbed My Ankles And Pushed Them High In The Air So That They

Please destroy me

He is healthy and physically well developed with broad shoulders, majestic bone structure and masculine facial features. He is not manly because he is muscular, he is muscular because he is manly. If you try to resemble him, you are making a fool of yourself. To look like him, you have to be like him.

He doesn't reject nature, aka reality. He acknowledges natural hierarchies and instead of complaining about them, he aims to be on top. While betas despise power, he seeks it.

His intelligence is beyond what conventional "nerds" and academics can comprehend. He is smart, but his thoughts don't cloud his judgement. He focuses on what's important and uses his sharp senses to make better decisions. He is neither a dumb idiot nor a wannabe smartass, who constantly overthinks and is full of anxiety. If anything, he is intelligent, but acts dumb, as intelligence is just a tool to fulfill your desires.

He never has a reason to be spiteful, envious or remorseful. He never suppresses his passions and desires like losers do, because they can't handle the hardships that come with achieving their goals. He has humor and can laugh about life instead of being grumpy and pathetic.

He is naturally attractive in social situations and makes socializing look easy, almost as if he can read other people's thoughts. He isn't clingy or insecure. Betas always make others feel uncomfortable by constantly apologizing for no reason and will hate themselves for every single mistake. Don't waste your time studying how charisma works. The problem is you and not your lack of know-how.

He doesn’t follow stupid conspiracy theories, join cults or drool over influencers. He doesn’t let others dictate his reality and doesn’t blindly follow the morality of the masses. He is not an easy mouthpiece for someone else's propaganda. He is a producer, not a consumer. If he is not a leader, he is at least not a sheep.

This fucking guy

Woof, this guy is gorgeous.

Tom’s wife was having a girl’s night out, so he was having an epic fap session, just gooning out and surfing the porn sites for hot videos. He’d been at it for an hour and a half already with no end in sight given that his wife might not even be home before four in the morning. He had to take advantage of his time alone because God knew his wife was a cold fish. Super hot and sexy, but it had been a while since she’d moved during sex. When he came across this cuckold video, he clicked on it despite that not really being his thing. The woman in the thumbnail reminded him of his wife.

 ”Oh my God, look at you,” the Renee look-alike moaned. She sounded a lot like his wife too. His dick got harder imagining his wife acting like that.

 ”6 foot 3, 205,” the guy said.

 ”With a big, fat cock, oh my God,” his wife’s look-alike/sound-alike finished.

The guy sort of sounded like her co-worker Mark, aka Oak, who coincidentally was about that height and weight, towering over Tom and his wife. He’d answered her phone a few times before, very similar voice. What the fuck? He noticed that that looked a hell of a lot like their living room couch. All these weird coincidences in this video. The Oak sound-alike smacked the Renee look-alike/sound-alike’s ass as she moaned and fucked herself on his admittedly huge cock. He could see the pussy juice gleaming on it.

 ”That’s crazy, I can just, like it’s in me and I can see-“

 ”You can see a lot of it,” he finished.

 “I can see a lot of it,” she giggled giddily. “Oh-my God. Mmmmmm.” Her voice was cracking. The resemblance to his wife’s body and voice was uncanny. So weird. Wait a second. He skipped back to the beginning. That was the painting they had in the living room. And the statue they had in front of the window. And their house plant. It dawned on him, that was his couch. The one he’d sat on a million times watching TV with his wife. It hit him hard. That was his wife! Getting fucked by her co-worker with a huge cock. Or rather fucking herself, impaling herself on that massive cock. Tom’s much smaller dick was deflating.

 ”Fuck that big cock,” he whispered…….

 ”Mmmmm mmmm mm,” she moaned.

 ”Deep inside of you, deep thrusts.”

 She was breathing so hard. He’d never heard her like that.

 ”Oh fuck, you’re so much bigger than my husband. Just fucking huge. He’s got nothing on you, Oh my God.” That pierced his heart. His cock was actually retracting inside his body, retreating like a turtle head.

“You need this,” he said, cocky.

“Uh huh, I do.” She’d said “I do” to Tom as well. She was sincere both times, but this one took precedence. She breathed harder as Oak pulled her back by her hips onto his cock. Oak smacked her ass and it was the loudest thing Tom had ever heard. “Oh God give it to me please.” He pushed up. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. She arched her back. He started pounding her with a hard rhythm and a depth Tom could never achieve. The heavy breathing and moans and squeals coming out of his wife’s mouth were unreal, unlike anything he’d heard in his life. No woman had ever sounded like that with him. Why not? “Yeah yeah,” she said with approval.

“Like this?” he asked, knowing the answer. 

 “Uh huh" 

“Yeah" 

“Uh huh uh huh Oh God yeah.” The camera fell. “Oh yeah oh yeah huh huh.. ohGod oh I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum.” Then she screamed as she came.

Tom looked at the screen, his mouth agape and tears streaming down his eyes. He shook his head. He didn’t believe it. There were a lot of coincidences, but they were just that. There had to be other women that had similar bodies and voices to Renee. And tons of guys sounded like Oak. And it wasn’t like that was the only one of their couch or their picture or statue or that configuration in their living room. They were just sound-alike/look-alikes. It had to happen all the time, of course. Still, his stomach was doing back flips and forward flips and side flips. He picked up his phone and dialed her cell. It rang five times and went to voicemail. Of course the club was loud and her phone was surely in her purse. He rang twice more anyway with the same result.

Sandra. She was always out with Sandra. He dialed her.

 ”Tom?” she answered groggily. “What are you doing calling me at this hour?”

“Sandra! Is Renee with you?”

“What? I haven’t seen Renee in months. Look I’ve got to get sleep. I have to be up in the morning.” She hung up.

He thought about calling Renee, then he remembered he had Oak’s number. He’d call him. He’d talk to him or hear his voicemail and probably confirm that that wasn’t even his voice on the video. Now that he thought about it, it seemed to him that his voice was only kind of similar to the one on the video. It went to voicemail. He listened to the outgoing message. Jeez, it really sounded almost exact. The resemblance was uncanny. It was an amazing coincidence.

He dialed Renee again. One last try. He was surprised when she picked up on the fourth ring. He heard a woman’s familiar moan in the background. “This is Renee’s phone,” it almost definitely sounded like Oak, “Renee is busy right now. Leave a message after the tone.” A button was mashed, then he heard a click. He tried to leave a message, but the phone had been hung up. Maybe she was out with some other girlfriends and Oak had tagged along probably?

He stared into space, then at the computer screen. That looked like Renee. He waited for her to return and clear all this up, assure him that she was his alone. He thought about how unfair it was that some guys got to have sex like that and others didn’t. He wanted that with Renee. He decided he’d show her that video. He’d demand they try to duplicate it. The woman was so sexy. He wanted that with his wife. He deserved it. It wasn’t fair that that guy got it and he didn’t. She’d understand. She’d let him know it wasn’t her or her co-worker. It would all be fine. Better probably. He actually felt glad this happened because it would probably actually improve their sex life.

Tom dozed on and off through the night as he waited for his wife to get home from her girl’s night. He woke to the front door slamming. He looked at the time. It was nine in the morning. His wife stumbled in, disheveled. She had clearly slept elsewhere and not taken a shower. Her hair was big, 1980s style, like when she’d wake up in the morning.

“Ah baby, what the hell?” she said, taking in his naked body and the big bottle of Jergens to his right.

“You’re home,” he said, groggily.

“I am,” she took a long pause, “we kind of got… carried away.” She went up beside him. She was walking unsteadily in her four inch heels and tight red dress. “Holy shit,” she said when she looked at the computer screen and saw the video he’d been watching.

He looked up at her. “It’s not you, is it?”

“Um, uhhhh…” she was silent for a long time, considering how to answer. It felt like minutes to both of them, but it was actually only about 20 seconds. Of course it was her. She couldn’t help looking at her husband like he was stupid. She took in his lost puppy expression and her heart went out to him sort of. “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any videos on the internet.”

“Oh thank God. I knew it. It does look like you though. And it sounds like Oak. Your co-worker? You know? Was he out with you all tonight? And it looks like our living room. It’s crazy. It scared me so much. And you being out all night. I was worried you might be cheating on me.”

“Ah poor baby,” she caressed his cheek as she stood in front of him, “I’m sorry you got scared.” She talked baby talk. She did that sometimes with Tom. She had prepared herself for a confrontation. After Oak answered his call on a whim, she knew the jig was probably up. Oak said it would be hilarious, but she was unprepared for how Tom was approaching this. He said Tom was a weird dude. It was kind of funny, but it was also kind of sad. Her cheating would clearly hurt him if he accepted it, may have been already hurting. But it was weird. She didn’t really feel too bad about it. She knew she deserved the pleasure he couldn’t give her and Oak could. What choice did she have but to get properly fucked elsewhere? Life without cumming hard was incomplete. Tom was in denial. Fine with her. She hadn’t told him for a reason.

“Let me play it for you,” he said.

She couldn’t help but smile when she heard her voice from back when they had just started their affair. The video was of the second time they’d fucked, actually. It was even better than the first, but she was still marveling at his physique and skill. She had wanted to see it, so they filmed it. Her idea. They watched in silence. She noticed Tom’s little dick was half hard.

“It sounds like you. I knew it wasn’t though. I’d know my wife. You know.”

“Of course you do.”

“I kind of wish though…”

Now this was interesting/weird. “Go ahead, babe.”

“It’s just I kind of wish our sex was more like that. Like you were more into it and you’d compliment my body.”

If she’d been drinking anything she’d have spit it out. It was so ridiculous. She looked down at his dick and flabby body, barely able to hold back laughter. She got herself together. “Uh huh, wow. That’s crazy,” she said it just like in the video. “I think we both need sleep.” She needed to a break from this bizarre conversation and she was really tired, Oak had worn her out last night, outdoing himself, seemingly spurred on by Tom’s calls. “I barely got any last night and you don’t look so good either. I’m going to take a shower. Put your PJs on and let’s go to bed.”

She called Oak when she woke up and told him about Tom’s reaction per his instruction. “Really?” she asked after his reply, incredulous. “And film it? Really? You really would want to watch that?” … “Okay, okay, of course I’ll do it. You owe me head for this though.” She laughed. She knew he’d give her head any time she wanted, but she wanted to make it seem like it was a favor. Sometimes she needed to feel like she was in control of woke. In many ways she was. She knew her pussy was perfect and she was a great fuck. That’s why her and Oak were so amazing together. When Tom woke up and got out of the shower, Renee greeted him in a lacy black teddy. “Babe, I’ve been thinking. You’re right, we should spice up our sex life.” She brought out a video camera from the closet. Tom didn’t even know they HAD a video camera. “Let’s recreate that video, but this time we’ll be in it together.” She smiled sexily, lighting up the room. They went to the living room and she ran her laptop into the big screen. She immediately found the video. Tom didn’t notice it was in her browser history. She actually had it bookmarked. “Let’s rehearse these lines. You’ve got to make sure you say exactly what Oak, er, I mean that guy, said.” The video always got her wet and horny. The lines sounded ridiculous coming out of Tom’s mouth though. She felt ridiculous too, telling Tom what a big cock he had, pretending it did anything at all for her. Still, she started to get into it. It was actually fun to watch herself on the screen fucking Oak while she was fucking her husband. And Tom seemed to love it. It even seemed like there was maybe a little extra hardness added to his slim four incher, though she only noticed when she took him in her hand. Yeah, she knew he was in, but it didn’t really do anything for her. “Pound me, daddy,” she moaned after they’d completed the scene as Tom thrust ineffectually, seeming to believe he was actually doing damage to her. That was one of her favorite phrases and she thought Oak would love that she added it in there. She was really getting into the acting aspect of it. This was the most fun she’d had fucking her husband pretty much ever and especially since she found out she was a size queen.

The next time she got together with Oak and they watched the video, he laughed his ass off. He loved all the lines she added. “Holy fuck, that’s hilarious. It couldn’t have gone better. Jesus, what a sap.”

She questioned why it was so good.

“Because he’s starting to accept, babe. Right now he’s not turned on by the idea of you fucking a guy with a big dick, but pretty soon he will be, He’ll never like it, I can tell you that, but he’ll definitely be sitting in the corner and fap fap fapping to it. It’ll be so fucking funny.” She smiled. He was right, that would be funny. It was amazing how in sync she and Oak were in their sensibilities sexually and intellectually. They were true partners in crime.