The Australian guy forces me to sign divorce papers

Hello and welcome to today's video. Today

I want to talk about my cuckolding

fantasies. Now, if you don't know what a

cuckold fantasy is, it's basically a guy

who gets aroused or turned on by the idea

of his girlfriend or wife cheating on him

and sleeping with other men. Now, as a

disclaimer before I start this video, um,

I'm not in any way saying that I want

these fantasies to come true. I don't want

to be cheated on. I don't want this to

actually happen. And I'm not giving my

wife permission to see other guys, and I'm

not giving other guys permission,

and I'm not, I'm not inviting them or

requesting them to hit her up in the DMs.

So stop any naughty thoughts like that

right now. Now, before I start telling you

the stories that I've created in my mind,

I want to tell you that this is not a

recent thing. And I think the first time I

started noticing I was having these

fantasies was about 5 to 6 years ago when

I was dating a Korean woman, the Korean

girlfriend. And I used to fantasize about

other guys sleeping with her, and I would

go onto the internet and I would look for

adult videos that had actresses in them

who looked like the Korean girlfriend. I

would look for Asian actresses, actresses

who had the same body shape, who had the

same hairstyle, similar facial features.

And this used to be, I guess you could

call, one of my hobbies— looking for adult

videos where the actress looks like the

Korean girlfriend. Now I feel like these

cuckold fantasies have become stronger,

or they've surfaced more, since the

beginning of my relationship with my wife.

And This is mainly because of the

Australian guy. So if you've been

following my channel since the beginning

of this year, you should know who the

Australian guy is. And if you don't know

who he is, let's just do a quick, quick

recap. He was basically my wife's toy boy

or serial friend. I'm trying not to say

the S-word to avoid demonetization. We

have to keep things family-friendly. Uh,

yeah, he was her toy boy. They were seeing

each other, hooking up. They weren't in a

loving or romantic relationship. It was a

purely physical, lustful relationship,

and it lasted for about a year, all the

way up until the very day before I met my

wife for the first time. And I know this

because when I secretly looked at her

phone and I snooped her— I snooped on her

chat history, um, I figured out from the

messages that the last time they met each

other was on the 2nd of October, and

that's the day before I met my wife. I met

my wife for the first time ever on the 3rd

of October, and he actually came here

of all places, right there.

And now I would like to tell you the 2 of

my— 2 of my favorite stories, fantasies

that I've created over the last few months

or longer. And usually I fantasize, I

fantasize about these stories when I'm at

the hotel, when I'm at hotels after I ran

away from my wife. Okay, so the first

story goes like this. I'm in a hotel

and I'm messaging my wife. Somehow she

manages to get me to come back home, and I

come back home and she's sitting there and

she has divorce papers ready, and she says

she wants to get divorced. And she

suspects that, or she's worried that I

might run away and that I might refuse to

sign the divorce papers so I could stay in

Japan for the rest of my marriage visa.

So as backup, she has the Australian guy

hiding in the closet or in the toilet or

somewhere where I don't notice him. And

before it's too late, as I come into the

apartment, he pops out from behind me. He

locks the door and he prevents me from

leaving. And my wife says that I'm not

leaving until I sign the divorce papers.

And obviously I'm shocked and I get angry

and I say, what the hell? I'm leaving,

you crazy woman! But as I'm about to

leave, as I try to leave, the Australian

guy grabs me and physically— he physically

prevents me from leaving. So I don't have

a choice. I have to sign the divorce

papers. I can't overpower the Australian

guy because he's bigger and he's stronger

and I don't have any weapons. So I have no

choice but to sign the divorce papers.

And that's what I do. I sign the divorce

papers and then my wife says, thanks, you

can go now. And as I'm leaving, the

Australian guy is sniggering behind my

back, laughing, and he says, thanks,

Danny boy. Now run off and make your sad

little YouTube video crying about it. And

they slammed the door on my back. And as

I'm about to go, I start hearing squeaking

sounds coming from the bed. You know, the

squeaking sounds that you would expect to

hear from 2 people making love on the bed.

And I start hearing the voice of my wife.

She's making sounds that a woman would

make when she's being made love to.

And I just stand there. I don't know what

to do. For some reason, I can't walk away,

and I just end up standing there

listening.

And I press my ear up against the door so

I could listen to it better, more clearly.

And I'm half angry and half

aroused. And that's it. That's the first

story. Okay, on to the second story.

The next story is kind of similar to the

previous story. It's a slight variation,

I guess you could say, and it follows a

similar storyline, a similar pattern.

Okay, so I'm at the hotel and I decide to

come back to my wife, but I don't tell

her. I secretly come back in the evening

and I'm about to knock on the door. But

before I knock on the door, I can hear

sounds coming from inside of the

apartment. And I hear the bed squeaking,

squeaking sounds from the bed, and I hear

the same sounds of my wife's voice. The

sounds that a woman would make as she's

being made love to. And I don't know what

to do. Should I start hammering the door

in anger? Should I start ringing the

doorbell? Or should I just stand there and

listen? And this is what I do. I stand

there and I listen for a bit, and then I

send her a message on my phone. Now, I

don't know if she would actually notice

that I sent her a message because, you

know, they're getting busy. But let's just

say for this story she has notifications

turned on and she hears a little ding

sound when I send her a message, and she

reads the message a few minutes later,

and I tell her that I'm coming back now.

Are you at home? And she sends me a

reply saying that she's at work and she

asks me to come back in an hour or 2. So I

play along and I pretend that I don't know

what's happening and I say, okay, I'll be—

I'll be back in an hour. I'll come— I'll

come home in an hour. And what I do is I

hide around the corner or behind a bush

somewhere where no one can see me. And

then after about 5 or 10 minutes of

waiting, the door opens and a guy comes

out. It could be the Australian guy, it

could be a white guy, it could be a

Japanese guy, it could be a black guy.

It's up to you, use your imagination. So I

see the Australian guy coming out and he

just walks off. He doesn't notice me.

He's in a bit of a rush, in a hurry. I

wait for him to disappear from sight. I

wait until he's gone, and then I quickly

open the door to the apartment before my

wife can lock it. And I enter the

apartment and what do I see? I see

underwear, panties, clothing lying around

the floor, and I see my wife lying on the

bed or sitting upright on the bed

undressed. And she looks at me, I look at

her, we're both very shocked and

surprised. And I say to her, who was that

guy who just walked out of the apartment?

And she's umming and ahhing, trying to

think of an excuse. And before she can say

anything, I walk up to her and I

finish the job that the Australian guy

started. And that's it. That's the story.

Those are my 2 favorite fantasies or

stories that I like to think about or

fantasize over when I'm in the hotels— in

a hotel. And that's basically it.

It'll be, uh, be pretty

amazing if this video doesn't get

demonetized. I tried my best to avoid any

naughty words. We'll see. Who wants to

place bets? Do you think this video is

going to get demonetized? Find out.

Just a quick update on the moving process.

No, we still haven't moved. We're still at

the old apartment even though we have the

keys to the new apartment. And we could

just go there now, but there's no

electricity, there's no water, there's no

anything until maybe tomorrow or the next

day. They, they need to— I don't know what

they do. Maybe they plug in the

electricity after it's been plugged out,

because there's no point having the

electricity and gas running and on when

there's no one, no one living there. So

they probably keep that stuff off, um,

whilst they're looking for new tenants.

So hopefully all the electricity and all

that stuff will be up and running by next

week before we move in. Otherwise,

that'll be a bit rubbish. Just trying to

get my clip-on lens attached, but it's

useless. Waste of money. So these are

our boxes. Well, it's all her boxes. I

haven't even started packing yet. I don't

really have much to pack, and I've packed

my stuff so many times from leaving and

running off to hotels, I'm pretty good at

packing my stuff now. I'm just gonna use

my bag. All my clothes fit in my bag. My

laptop fits in my bag. I put my Switch and

my chargers into my shoulder strap bag.

And that's basically it. And it'd be nice

if people stopped telling me to help my

wife and stop filming and help her out,

because I did help her out. We were at the

apartment getting ready and doing stuff

for about 2 hours, several hours, and I

only filmed about 8 minutes of it. What do

you think I was doing for the rest of the

time? When I wasn't filming. You only see

the parts that I'm filming, so obviously

when I'm filming, I'm filming and I'm not

helping her.

Yes, I did help her do other things when

I was not filming, but because I wasn't

filming, you didn't see it. You only see

what I show you, just remember that. And

that's, that's my kitchen.