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Cuckold Life
By the twerp | October 6, 2009
Hello,
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.
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