Carli

You do wish this hadn't happened, but it's water under the bridge, and obviously the fact that they are going to start dating is going to mean that all of your other friends will also know that she cuckolds you -- and you wouldn't be at all surprised if several of them will want to start a relationship with her too.

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"It seems he really needs me to be with him -- and needs to have a lot of sex with me -- to help him through this lonely holiday period, hun. Which does make sense, don't you think? And after all the rejection he felt when his wife left him, I have promised him that he won't have to use protection and that this will be my fertile time. It really would be a huge boost to his self-esteem and feelings of masculinity if he were to get me pregnant -- so I've also promised him that even if I'm not pregnant after the holidays that I'll make you use protection after that but will keep having unprotected sex with him -- at least until he's successful at impregnating me. You do understand, don't you hun?"

The idea of having to go through the holiday period alone, while your wife is with your best friend, having lots of sex and actively trying to get pregnant with him, doesn't thrill you, but it would seem mean and thoughtless to object, so begrudgingly you agree that she is doing the best, and kindest, and sweetest, thing by spending the next two weeks with him.

"Just give me a few minutes to pack what I need, and then you can drive me over to his place" your wife then said. It was then that you realized that because she would be with him on Xmas, you would have to give her your present now. It would not be a surprise -- because every year you gave her the same thing -- some very sexy lingerie, which she would wear for you on Xmas night. But this year was going to be different, and you started to think that maybe you should hold off on giving her the gift until after she came back home a few days after New Years. As you were thinking that, your wife emerged from the bedroom, saw you with the gift in your hand, and laughingly said:

"Oh sweetie. I suddenly realized you would have to give me your gift now -- and you realized the same thing!". With a smile you handed it to her and she quickly unwrapped it, then held up the sexy red bra and panty set you had purchased for her. "Oh WOW" she said. "It is SO SEXY. He's going to LOVE IT when I wear it for him on Christmas night. And in fact, I think I'll tell him that you bought it as a gift for both me and for him! I think he'll like the idea that you wanted to do whatever you could to help me be as sexy as possible for him."

Your wife then smiled at you, and said: "Sweetie -- uh -- this is a little awkward, but anyway -- While I'm with him for the next two weeks or so, I'm sure he will want to take me out on some really nice dates, but the thing is, I know that because of the cost of his divorce he is pretty much broke right now -- so -- I was thinking that it would be really nice of you if, when you drop me off there today, you could kind of quietly (so as not to make him feel embarrassed) hand him one of your credit cards to use when he takes me out. OK? You will! Wonderful. You really are being so understanding about this."

She then continued: "And yes, of course sweetie, you also realize that for the big New Years Eve party that our friends always have, that he and I will go to that as a couple, so you probably shouldn't show up this year. I wouldn't want him to think that I wouldn't want our friends to see me with him or even for him to think that I would rather go to the party with you than with him. That might hurt his feelings, so the plan is for me to be there with him and to be affectionate with him in front of all our friends. That should really make him feel good about himself I think."

And with that, you took your wife's suitcase to the car and drove her to your best friend's house. When you arrived you walked up to the door with your wife -- carrying her suitcase, and when your friend opened the door, you simply handed him the suitcase, wished him happy holidays, and then stepped back as your wife walked in and received a hug and kiss from your friend, who then, with his arm around your wife's shoulders, waved goodbye to you and shut the door -- leaving you to return home alone while you knew they were headed to the bedroom.

"Soooo excited, just another day until my boobies get chopped off for the University Carve-a-thon! Started as sort of a joke the med students floated, since their favorite procedure to practice as they earned their surgical degrees was by far double mastectomies and breast reductions on beautiful, buxom girls.... mostly to humiliate us, going behind our backs and making our college insurance volunteer us to get it done. I figured I'd be picked eventually.....

Now our university treats it like a full-blown event every October. Fitting for Halloween, isn't it? Carving up and tossing so many pretty girls' prized fat breasts in the trash.... The college hypes it up like the damn Superbowl every year, hanging flyers. They still don't take volunteers, because that's no fun. The med students vote on which girls they want to work on and we get an email saying we've been picked to participate, and that's it. No backing out, we're told it's a 'valuable learning exercise for the surgical students' and we shouldn't be selfish and back out. Not that we can or we get blacklisted by the college. One girl did it and had her funding pulled, and when she couldn't pay the ridiculous amount to keep attending, she was auctioned off to a local harem. I believe they ended up removing her boobs for fun anyway at some point....

But anyway, not many of us really dread the event. It's super exciting and we all love watching it. Although the big-boobed girls in the audience like myself watch every year and wince, knowing it could be us next year. A dozen of us go up on stage, and the med students numb our boobs and prove went can't feel them. It's a Halloween event, on paper, so I'll let you imagine how they go about doing that, suffice to say it'd make Michael Myers blush. Then we go up and sit at a long table next to each other, our numbed boobs out on display, as the surgeons race to remove our boobs as quickly as possible. The first three to finish win, our lovely milky boobs are set of a scale, and the heaviest ones deduct time from the clock, so a girl with NN-Cup boobs and a girl with DDs would have their 'surgeries' judged accordingly. Then our former best assets are tossed in a big trash can, and the organizer takes a pic, posting it on the University website, like it a big accomplishment. Of course, the event is so popular it's spreading to neighboring colleges, who want to make it competitive between schools. I'm all for it, and would happily cheer the event on! Is it weird that I can't wait to stand on that stage and cheer my surgeon on to destroy my big bouncy tits? Guess I'm just a people pleaser. I hope he has fun removing them! ❤️"