My Cuckold Journey

"I got fucked" were Ruby's first words when she walked through the door.

This is my journey. A word about words. I use cuckold in the original sense, a man whose wife has lain with another man. I use slut to mean a woman who opens her legs for men other than her husband.

I suspect that my story is much like that of many other men. To better understand me, my drives and my then wife, I will start at the beginning.

We were school sweethearts. My very first inklings of something I would later realise we're cuckold yearnings happened one evening a while before we first had sex. We had been seeing each other mainly to keep our friends company. Our relationship had only gone as far as me feeling her tits.

I knew what went where but was otherwise quite naive. My knowledge of sex came mainly from the stack of naughty mags I'd found hidden in the garage and from salacious stories in a notorious Sunday newspaper. I loved the naughty wife stories.

One Friday afternoon Ruby told me that she was going to a club in town with Michelle, a friend. A bit of make-up and attitude combined with doormens' weakness for a smiling pretty face got them into the club. It was 1968, the only id was 'yes I'm old enough'. I felt a bit betrayed, I even thought she would stop seeing me for an older guy.

That night and on the few other nights she went to the club I wanked at least half a dozen times to wild imaginings.

It was not long after her run of fridays going clubbing we edged closer to having sex. The first few times nothing happened, either because I lost my load pulling her knickers down or because I chickened out at the last moment. We eventually had sex on the day of a Sunday school outing. I slipped into her, throbbed immediately and pulled out only to cum on her thigh. Within minutes I was back inside her for much, much longer.

The following evening, as I was about to enter her she said she had something to tell me. I was inside her when she said, 'I'm sorry I wasn't a virgin for you.'

I kissed her and started thrusting again. It was only afterwards, while I was laying there sated that I asked her about what she had said. She told me the names of two guys she'd been with a year or so before me. I got hard, climbed between her legs and couldn't resist asking for details. She was reluctant but I pressed her even after she started crying.

Those guys had only fucked her a handful of times each. After a couple of weeks I knew every detail of where and when. I loved her making me cum to her recollections. It was during one of those times she had her first orgasm on my cock. Fantasy stories dominated our lovemaking once the real ones became old hat. Even before our marriage at seventeen I was suggesting she took a lover. She always declined to do so. Though she knew I genuinely keen on her playing away she thought it was so that I could fuck other women. She wasn't entirely wrong.

It only served to feed my desire for her to go with another guy when one night she was half awake half asleep I asked her who her boyfriend was. She let slip a name. Awake she denied she was cheating on me.There was possibility she was getting fucked but couldn't bring herself to confess because as will be apparent later in my tale it would not have been the last instance of denial. Her first denial was possibly that nothing but dancing happened when she went clubbing early in our dating. At the very least she must have been kissed and probably groped. I'd like to think she had also been fingered and fucked but I'll never know.

It wasn't just my cuckold tendencies driving me. Her sister came to stay for a week. I missed my bus to work, Jennifer knew I would. We had been touching and kissing whenever we could, in secret of course, for over two years. She was waiting in the lounge for me, kneeling in front of the lone armchair. Her pert breasts pressed against her sheer white baby doll nightie. I reached down to caress them. Jen looked up at me with a grin as I sat down. I'd told Jen in one of our quiet moments that Ruby had promised oral sex once we got married but it had never happened. Jen had told me that it was her favourite thing to do for her boyfriend.

Jen's hands deftly unzipped me and released my swelling manhood. She licked precum from me and looked up again. Jen told me to relax. I tried. Jen's head bobbed up and down. I closed my eyes. I had never felt anything like it. Jen did things with her tongue that were unbelievable. It was like a thousand butterfly wings brushing tenderly against my shaft. Jen cupped my balls softly. I tried to pull out from between her soft lips, Jen just took me in deeper. Then I stared pumping the cum from my balls. Jen took it all. Her mouth full, she ran to the kitchen to spit my semen into the sink. I followed her. She wiped her hand across her mouth and gave me a lingering kiss with tongues. It was the first time I realised semen had a salty taste. Jen then doffed her nightie, hugged and kissed me again, said she was going for a bath and told me not to miss my next bus.

Fast forward to when we had a six month old. Unbeknownst to me at the time, indeed for some time later, my wife become the slut that was always just under the surface. She started an fling with a guy twice her age. I worked with him. He persuaded me to joing him and a couple of others for saturday lunchtime beers in the pub. He would nip out, sometimes for an extended period to put a bet on, or so he said. I drained my pints more slowly than him so there was almost always a pint or two behind the bar with my name on, a guarantee he would have plenty of time to call on my wife and fuck her. We lived less than fifty yards from the pub in a market square. I found out by reading her diary of that time many years later. There were many entries, all very similar. They are ingrained on my mind. I will relate a few over the next few postings.

Ruby's first relevant diary entry as best I can remember it.

Dan knocked on the door. He said he might. I let him in. He assured me that Ed would be in the pub for some time. I could see he had a hard-on. I was flattered that he wanted me. I haven't got my figure back yet and my boobs are still milky. Dan asked my permission to kiss me. He held me tightly as he did. Even as he kissed me I felt his hand lifting the hem of my miniskirt. His fingers were inside me before I knew it. My legs buckled. He pushed me to my knees. I don't really like gobbling but he insisted so I started sucking him. What he really wanted though was to fuck me. He suggested we stayed dressed, just in case Ed came back. It's been so long since anyone fucked me against a wall and Dan was in me so quickly I didn't have time to ask him to use one of Ed's condoms. I came twice before he did. Bit worried about his juices being inside me so fingers crossed. I feel so slutty and I love it.

A few days later Ruby wrote:

I seduced Ed last night into taking me without a condom just in case Dan's made me preggers. Dan took a day off work so that we could spend a few hours in bed. Dan was tender with me today but he still refuses to wear a condom. I'm taking an awful risk. Dan undressed me as soon as I let him in. I gobbled him without being asked. He came in my mouth and made me swallow. I should have kicked him out for doing that but I was acting like a slut so he was treating me like a slut. Dan lay back on my bed. I straddled him. I talked dirty to him. He talked dirtier and fucked me till I was exhausted. He taught me a new word. I asked him what it meant. It was old English. Ed's a cuckold , not for the first time, I like that word. Tomorrow's saturday so no nooky for Ed tonight, I want to be fresh for Dan.