Cuckold Stories
My cuckold technology
Friday, June 11th, 2010It’s funny how technology can help support my cuckold lifestyle.
My wife and I have an agreement where she can occasionally bring a man home and fuck him in our bed, or on the couch, or floor or wherever. But, She can’t just fuck other men all over the place and me not get something out of it.
So, a few months ago, I installed a bunch of Lorex mini color cameras throughout my house. I’ve got two in the bedroom, one in the bath, one in the upstairs hallway, one in the kitchen, two in the living room, one in the dining room and one out back on the patio.
It’s awesome. I can go away on business, and still be kept abreast of who my wife is fucking, and how’s she’s doing it.
So far, I absolutely love it. The cameras have been installed for maybe two months, and my wife has fucked two guys. I’ve watched the footage three or four times so far. The camera’s have nice resolution, and I can spruce up the footage with my editing software. The only draw back is the audio. So, I’m looking into getting some mini mics and placing them throughout as well.
I really love it. My wife knows about the cameras, she just doesn’t know exactly where they are. I think she likes not knowing, so she makes sure to fuck all over the place rather than staying in one place for two long. Hey, what can I say, my wife looks out for me…
It was so amazing to see my wife bring someone home, and to be able to watch it all play out. The door opens to the living room, they start kissing as they enter the house, my wife drops her keys on the floor, he runs his hand up under her skirt, they stumble out of frame, my wife kicking her high-heels off.
I switch to the footage from the dining room, and watch as they stumble up the stairs, my wife in front, slips, the man puts his hand on her ass to stabilize her, and then grabs her by the hips, and brings her down to him as if her realizes he’s got her in a great position, she’s almost fallen to her knees, halfway up the steps. He flips up her skirt and plants his mouth on her pussy. I can’t tell if she’s got panties on or not. But I can see that he’s really burying his face into my wife’s slit. He just eats her pussy on the steps, both my wife and him on all fours like animals. Then she sort of craws up the steps.
The camera in the hallway shows her take him by the hand and walk him to the bedroom.
The bedroom. They start kissing against the wall. His hands working under her skirt. My wife has her back against the wall, one leg bent, her foot against the wall. They’re making out, he takes his hand and cups her breast through her blouse. Then he lowers to his knees and starts to eat her out again. (Man, he likes eating my wife’s pussy – evidently she doesn’t mind cause I can see her wrap her fingers in his hair and smash his face deeper). He turns her, pushes her against the wall, roughly, and smashes his face into her ass, and eats her from behind.
Eventually my wife must of cum, because she sort of collapses onto her knees, her chin on her chest like she’s completely exhausted. She turns to him, still on her knees, he puts his hands under her chin and lifts her head, and then slips his cock into her mouth.
I couldn’t really see her giving him oral that great because his back is towards my camera. But, she sucks him for a good five minutes before she pushes him backwards towards the bed. I can see however that he likes a rough blowjob cause his hips are thrusting hard and fast, and he’s got both of his hands around my wife’s face. He’s basically fucking her mouth. She doesn’t seem to be doing much.
Then she sort of pushes him away so that he falls on the bed. He lifts his shirt up a little towards his chin so my wife can drag her tongue around his naval, and then continue to blow him. This time my wife is in control, and she gives him a soft, slow, blowjob. She uses her tongue a lot, and taps his cock against her nipples before popping his dick back into her mouth.
I can see everything perfectly from this angle.
Then, she unbuttons the rest of her blouse and lets her beautiful tits spill all the way out. She keeps her skirt on, and climbs onto the bed. They wrestle a little bit, and then he pins her, forces her legs a part with his, and pierces her.
They fuck like this for a while. They fuck really really hard and fast while he does her from behind. My wife plants her face into the pillow wich he takes as a sign to mean “go as hard as you can” cause he gabs her by the hips and times the rhthym so perfectly and just goes a mile a minute.
My wife came again cause she flips on her back, and sort of takes her fingers and plays with her pussy and holds up her fingers as if to show him all her cum. Then she sort of drags her fingers around her inner thigh and up to her nipples and then pops them into her mouth. She rolls back on her knees, and faces away from him. SHe’s still sucking her fingers, and then she reaches back with one hand and spreads her ass. Then with her other finger she runs a circle around her asshole. She sort of fingers herself, while he watches, then she turns and says something (Ahh, I wish I could hear it better), and he sort of rises up into a half squat, and then he slowly slides his dick into my wive’s asshole. Wow. I did not expect this. I was almost a little angry.
Anyway, he fucks her ass from behind.
And come to think of it, I think my wife knows where the camera is in the bedroom because after getting her ass pumped doggy style for a while, gets up and then she lays he guy on his back, and climbs on top of him, but not facing him, facing away in reverse cowgirl. I can’t tell if she pops his dick into her pussy or her asshole, but I think its her ass cause it looks like she’s fingering her pussy.
She rides him so hard, her hands running all over her body, his hands squeezing her huge tits, and running along her toned legs and stomach eventually settling around her hips. She puts her hands on his hands while they’re on her hips, and she just fucking bucks like a bronco. He’s lifting her his back is arching so hard.
And then then my wife just starts moaning. She gyrates her hips, faster, faster, deeper, harder, and she looks straight into the camera. I mean right into the camera, and she just fucking cums so hard while she stares at me through time and space.
Without these cameras I would have missed all this. My wife would have still fucked him on our bed, but I wouldn’t have fucking known. She might not have put on such a performance either.
I’ve got to tweek a few things like audio, and camera placement, but I’m so unbelievably excited about these hidden cameras.
I highly recommend placing cameras around the house to any cuckold out there that has a wife that cheats.
When I became a cuckold; The Teenage Years
Tuesday, January 12th, 2010About a month ago I wrote a post where I talked about how I feel like I became a cuckold when my mom told me she cheated on my dad. Obviously, this didn’t make me a cuckold, but when she told me, it evoked a emotional response that stuck with me for years to come. That moment was sort of like the seed of becoming a cuckold.
As I grew up, through my teenage years, I definitely did not have a cuckold relationship with any of my girlfriends. But, even then, the desire was there.
I remember one girlfriend I had, a beatiful blonde girl name Meg. We went to the same highschool together, she was in the grade above me. I met her the summer before I entered 11th grade. We met down the shore, became fast friends, and soon enough we spending all our time together and occasionally making out. I couldn’t believe that I had landed a girl like Meg. Not that I was really obsessed with social status, I’ll admit that it was thrilling that a “popular” girl was showing interest. Plus, Meg was like the teenage male fantasy in the flesh. She was a natural blonde with a stunning ass, and 36DD’s. Sigh…
Anyway, complications arose because she was “dating” another guy when we met. His name was Craig, he was one of the school cool guys – a sort of stoner athlete who a lot of girls I knew liked. He was cool enough to me, never really bothered him that Meg and I spent a lot of time together.
But, Meg and I would spend the day together, and then at some inevitable point in the night, she would leave me to meet up with Craig. It always stung. But, I was still happy to spend time with her.
I remember one night going to a party, knowing Meg would be there, and that Craig would be there. I was invited to the party by another person, and hadn’t spoken to Meg about going.
When I arrived, there was some meathead there who was on the football team with Craig, his name was Wes. Wes didn’t like me, and made sure to always drop some sort of snarky comment whenever I was around. Really, he was just jealous that some punk 11th grader was being invited to senior parties. Anyway, he took a jab at me when we were all standing around by “innocently” asking somebody, “Where’s Craig?” The other person, not knowing about Meg and I’s relationship, answered, “He’s upstairs with Meg.” Then Wes, laughed and made some other comment about sex or some shit.
That was completely embarresing. And I left the party.
But later that night, as I lay in bed pining for Meg, and nursing a sick heart, I started to think about her and Craig together. About her taking him by the hand, leaving the noise of the party, and going upstairs. How thrilling it must have been for Craig to know that she was going to fuck him.
It was a weird mix of pain and pleasure. Knowing the girl I was falling in love with, was sucking another guy’s cock, spreading her sweet legs for him. To top it off, Craig had a notoriously big cock, in fact one of my friends said she wanted to fuck him so she could get a gap – something I was thought was ridiculous- a girl actually wanting a gap.
Anyway, the summer progressed, and Meg and I spent more and more time together, while she still maintained a “fuck-buddy” with Craig. It was like I serviced all her relationship needs, and he got to fuck her.
Eventually, Meg realized that Craig was using her, and she stopped seeing him. And eventually, our relationship became sexual. And I was happy. But, I would still think about her and Craig, and the jelousy led to a sort of paranoia that was a thorn in our relationship.
I figured it would change when Meg went to college, and it did. But in ways I hadn’t expected.
We were in love. She told me she loved me, and I her. But, even then, she wasn’t completely faithful to me once she started college.
I’ll tell those tales later.
The point is, I’ve been a cuckold all my life. But for me, it’s not about being humiliated, it’s not about being dominated. And if it is, it’s certainly not a conscious desire. For me it was about fantasizing about my girlfriends with other men, about imagining the moment when they flirted, and then when flirting led to something more. About the thrill you get when you know you’re going to fuck a girl for the first time. With fantasizing about Meg with other men, I was able to in a convoluted way, recapture that feeling of fucking her for the first time.
I want to get into the college years, but this post is already getting a little long…
Cuckold Life
Tuesday, October 6th, 2009Hello,
I’m sorry that I haven’t really added anything lately, I’ve just bee so busy cooking and cleaning, and holding down a job.
Things have been crazy at home. My wife Mina and I just bought a new home, and I’ve got a lot of assignments to keep me busy for what seems like months on end.
Mina’s happy though, so that’s nice. She’s been traveling to the Florida Keys off and on again for the past few months for business. It sort of sucks for me though, I’m not used to her traveling, as it’s a new occurrence for her work. But, at least it’s allowed me some time to write some more.
I was thinking last night about when I really became a cuck. I think most people identify it as the first time they’re wife fucks around on them. But for me, I’ve been a cuckold since I was a little boy, I think.
My mom and I were very close. I was a clever little child, and she was a brutally honest fire-brand that often times shared really mature, and somewhat complicated thoughts with me. I was almost like her little confidant.
I remember when I was five or six, sitting in her hot-shot sports car with her. We had sat talking, parked out front of our house. My dad was inside.
My mom looked at me, and told me that she had been having an affair with another man, a young restauranteur named Gavin. I didn’t know what she mean, exactly, but I intuited it enough to get a wash of cold run through my stomach.
“I’ve been fucking another man.”
Whoa, hold up!
Yes, my mother was crazy. She’s a sweet lady now, who’s gotten over her regrets, and is now pretty solid in my book. But, back in the day, she was like a comet. She would bust through any boundary, incenerate anything that stood in her path.
It really hurt my feelings that she was having an affair. Things got even more complicated once it came out that my dad knew about the affair – but decided to remain with my mother. But, the feeling wasn’t just pain. It was fascination. Almost thrilling too. The reason I was upset, wasn’t because of morality, but because I thought of it as hurting my father. I think this left a lot of room for me to ponder. And pondering became fantasizing, filling in details, story-telling. It didn’t become an obsession by any means, but, imagining a scenario in which your mother “fucks” other men, just once, is probably slightly askew of the “norm”.
That memory rises up quite often for me. And now, based off of my sexual needs, I realize, duh, I’ve been a cuckold since I was five years old.
So, that’s that, start at the beginning and all that. It’ll be nice to have an outlet here, I look forward to sharing. Time is limited, but with Mina away seemingly more and more, I should be able to update often.
If you want to share your first experiences, were you a forced cuckold, by choice, how’d it go, just drop me a line and I’ll put it up.