Cuckold Stories – At the Whim of Their Master’s Cock – Part One
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011When I first introduced my wife Gillian to my best friend Glen, well she wasn’t then my wife. We were living together but making marriage plans.
Glen and I went back a long way; we were at school together where we discovered we were bisexual. We engineered opportunities and sought out each other’s cocks as frequently as possible and had some wonderful times fondling each other and jerking each other off.
When we left school we drifted apart but still managed to keep in touch. Because we lacked physical contact I was not quite sure whether Glen had become totally gay or whether he was still bisexual. From the bits and pieces of news I gathered he didn’t have a girlfriend. I certainly knew I was bisexual because Gillian and I had good sex together although I have to confess that occasionally, when I lay back as Gillian masturbated me to cum, I would often think of Glen and the stuff we did together at school.
With Gillian and I, it was love at first sight. I had seen her strolling along the promenade with her sister, and when our eyes met, I knew she was the girl for me. I dated her and we soon started going out together and found we had loads of things in common, particularly our views on sex and the joys of sex. Yet funnily enough, we had been out several times before I actually kissed her and – as she always reminds me – it was actually she who kissed me first!
Cuckold Stories – A Cuckolds Story
Tuesday, May 31st, 2011
By kinkyonefem4u69
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I know what you’re thinking. How could I have not seen this coming? But, it caught me totally off guard.
My wife has always been a big sports fan, much more than I am. I never really got into sports, but she was interested in a big way. Basketball, baseball, football, you name it, she was into it. She was constantly talking about the stars of the games, comparing me to them and making sure that I knew where I didn’t exactly measure up. I just never thought she would ever let things go so far.
It started just over 6 months ago. She was waiting at the door for me when I came home from work, something she hardly ever does. She was so excited that she could hardly talk, making little squeaking sounds of excitement. I had to ask her to repeat herself several times before I finally understood what she was saying. Her favorite baseball team was going to be in town this weekend to play the local team, and her favorite player Bobby “the Rod” Johnson was signing autographs Saturday evening, if you made a donation to his favorite charity. She squeaked out “He’s SUCH a STUD, and such a sweet guy to try to help those poor kids from the neighborhood he grew up in, I just can’t wait to meet him!” And that was the start of it all.
The rest of the week she was on cloud nine, happily getting herself set to meet her favorite “stud”. Hair, nails, tanning booth, new clothes…just to look good for some ball player I’d never even seen before. Finally Saturday arrived, and she spent hours locked away in the bathroom and bedroom doing her makeup and getting everything just so. Finally, the door flew open, and out came my wife. She looked incredibly hot. She was wearing this very low cut top with a short skirt, and hi-heels that made her as tall as I am. She looked like one of the girls in Penthouse magazine, her 36D tits proudly displayed and her long sexy legs wearing silky stockings, the tops just barely hidden by the edge of her skirt. Her skirt was tight across her sexy, tear-drop shaped ass. A little too tight I realized, as I noticed there were no panty lines. “How do I look?” she asked brightly. “Wow, you look great!” I said. “But aren’t you showing a little too much to be going out alone like this?” I asked. Frowning deeply she responded “Don’t be such a prick and rain on my parade, its not every day I get to meet “the Rod” and I want to look my best for him!” Snatching up her purse, she headed straight for the door. As she closed the door behind her she tossed “Don’t wait up, I may be a little late!” and she was gone.
Several hours passed and I was beginning to get worried about where my wife was. I kept thinking about how provocatively she was dressed and how she was so concerned with meeting “the Rod” that she might not realize she had pushed things a little too far. I was about to try her cell phone when our telephone rang. I rushed over and answered.
“Hello?” I heard my wife breathlessly ask.
“Hey, I was just about to call you!” I replied.
“…just a sec” I heard her say to someone else, then she giggled.
“Are you there?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, I, er…I’m here.” she stammered.
“Is anything wrong?” I asked her.
“No, no, everything is FINE.” she said “but I need for you to do a favor for me.”
“Um, ok…sure, what ever you need.” I said.
“Great!” she almost shouted “I want you to go out for a little while tonight, ok honey?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“See, when I got to the table to get my autograph, I slipped “the Rod” my cell number with “call me” written above it, and he did! “ she said excitedly “Can you believe it?”
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…