I have been posting bits and pieces of my story all over cuckoldplace.com and have decided to put them together in one long long post. In an attempt to give a full story some information will be new.
If you are looking for a wild crazy unbelievable phoney story with bbc's cream pies, and other cuckold cliche's reading another word is not worth your time.
I would love questions, comments, support would be great as cuckolding is an emotional grind. But the more I approach the marital trauma from a cucks perspective the better I feel. Could be thinking with the wrong head. I will let you decide.
The beginning. going way back before my wife. I had
never heard the work cuckold. I was 22 my serious girlfriend and who I thought would be my future wife ran into an old boyfriend at a laundromat. Long story short she left me for him in less then a week. I have never been more broken heart-ed but between the sobbing were intense jerk offs wondering if she could stay with me and still fuck him.
Fast forward to my mid 30's. I knew what cuckolding was but never gave it much thought. I might have jerked off once or twice thinking about being a cuck but I don't think so.
Once while joking about how crazy some people sex lives are I told her about cuckolding. Just the basics and we both laughed our asses off. I still was not really thinking or wanting to be a cuck but it must have been after that when I started thinking more and more but not really giving it any serious thought except for an occasional jerk off and a few jokey jokes with my wife.
I am sort of fuzzy on the time frame so forgive me. It could have been a month or a few months but one weekend my wife was at a girls weekend for a bachlorette party. She called on Sunday after the party to check in on family business and what time she would be home. She also mentioned the stripper was not that hot but he had a huge cock. Oh and he was black so there is the obligatory bbc mention. She confessed? Told me? I don't know how to describe for our marriage at the time it was just a story like taking a shot of *****? She stroked it. One stroke. I was instantly hard! I quizzed her. Was she the only one? Did the other girls touch it? She admitted she was the only one which I found humiliating and my cock strengthened. I jerked off three times before she got home later that day.
I knew what I was but had zero idea how to proceed. The wedding was in Vegas and with two small kids it was long planned that only she would go. We talked a little bit. Tiptoeing on the subject. It was perfectly clear she had a green light. In Vegas surrounded by her friends nothing much happened but being a flirty girl of course she flirted and fessed up to if not for her friends might have taken advantage of the green light.
I was sexually excited but cautious. I knew what I wanted but also acknowledged marital and family disaster was a possibility.
There was a few starts and stops and then we met Him through Alt.
I had a good feeling about the guy because when he contacted us
HE DID NOT BRAG OR SHOW A PICTURE OF HIS COCK!. The sincerity and intellect was obvious.
My wife and had their meet and greet at a coffee shop. She came home in about an hour trying to be coy was in a good mood but downplaying the situation. Talked about his appearance permisterality and such. I could see through her curiosity in the way only a cuck can I knew she was more than curious. With a gentle nudge she fessed up about wanting to see him for more.
Next date. They met at a rest stop between our towns. Drove into the country for a make out session in his SUV. I was at home with the kids but did supply the blanket!
Now she was really curious. He could feel her pressed against her leg and such and we all wanted the next step. So far so good on all fronts.
The first time was in our marital bed. I prepared the room. washed the sheets made the bed set up a pitcher of water...and disappeared with the kids to a local family event. This was the first sign of trouble. I was in knots. Not sexual knots either. I was emotionally fucked. Afterward wife was sated like I never seen her before and I was a mess. Definitely a sign of things to come.
The rollarcoaster was on the track and there was no stopping it. This is where it gets interesting.
To His and her credit they were understanding from day 1. Even before they started dating I was off my rocks emotionally and psychologically. I was coming to terms with being a stay at home dad which I wanted but was also a blow financially. I was takeing a lot, gambling more and getting fatter by the day. Oh and throw in a porn addiction for good measure. I reiterate they were very accommodating on ever level.
The next year plus had it ups and downs. I am guessing equal amounts of each but there was no denying the downs were mostly my doing.
He was the perfect Boyfriend/Lover/Bull. Wanted to Dom both of us! We wanted it too but were cautious. He was married and never showed interest in being anything more than a pleasant addition to our lives.
As a group we enjoyed every aspect. They had dates w/o me. They had dates w/ me. Sometimes we just hung out and drank wine. They the couple me the third wheel. I enjoyed being the third wheel.
Another time at a cheap hotel we all got crazy.
It was the only scene when we explored him/them Domming me. Talk about a trip. I consider myself all man especially in front of other men but also a natural sub sexually..which worked very well with women in my past. Submitting to Him was a mind bender. My mind my cock wanted it. My stomach and nervous system was freaking out. The results were
AWESOME!!!! They tried to put me in a flimsy meshy maid skit but it was too small...in a pre planned move my wife smacked me hard across the face...and finally my wife and I in a 69 her on top and he fucking her from behind.
FUCKING AWESOME I licked her and flicked my tongue on his shaft...afraid to really go at his cock not knowing his feeling on that...best of all was no doubt having his balls hang and bounce on my forehead and face.
Despite the great times I could not calm myself. There was not a lot of jealously. It was a lot of selfishness. I wanted a lot of things on my terms. No matter how obvious or subtle I wanted them to know exactly how to tweak my cuckyness.
Fast forward to the "Day on the Boat"
He invited us for a day on his boat floating the river. By this point despite the good and the bad they had been dating for over a year. When it was the three of us there was no mistake they were the couple. I was the mutual friend. It didn't matter what the situation when we were together she was his! Perfect! I enjoyed being the third wheel as much if not more than the freaky deaky...but it should have all been great!
The first half of the day on the boat was wonderful. They were the couple....I was just sort of there. Awkward but normal if that makes any sense They treaded water naked together in each others arms kissing while I as on the boat. When I went in the water they went in the boat. When privacy allowed she sucked him in the boat. All the while just relaxing and enjoying the day....takeing some beer. I did start to notice that I was pounding beers they were takeing...of course they had other things to do like make out!
The last highlight of the day was when I finally gave into one of my cuck desires. I asked for a pic of us side by side to show what a perfect man cock he had compared to mine. He and my wife happily agreed....for no reamister in particular the shot got taken by my wife with his camera and I never got the picture. What a sweet piece of memorabilia. Shortly after they disappeared over the dunes for a fuck in the sand...everything was great right? By the time they returned...I BLAME IT ON MY SUCKING DOWN ABOUT THREE MORE BEERS! I was a grumpy buzz*******. The rest of the day they continued t do their thing but the beer got the best of me. By the end of the day there was no mistaking what a jerk I was. On the way home my wife and I fought. More like I had tantrum.
After the tantrum we agreed to end it with him. To this day it has never been discussed further. Obviously she resented that it ended and she lost him. I resented her not soothing me and communicating me but why would she I was 100% in the wrong. Her poor communication part of the marriage. It is one of my assumed responsibility to start communication when things get sticky. Everything from domestic to financial to whatever issues. I am fine with that but in this situation I let it fester and fester and fester. Three years later I am still a cuck.
In about the last 5 weeks there is serious evidence that she is seeing Him again or at least seeing someone. Either way it is a good thing.
1. Very secretive with cell. When she forgets to turn off ringer text come in at very odd hours.
2. Before she cucked me she was a horny horny wife. I was a below a very partner but once in a great while I fucked her silly so she was always ready and willing to fuck me even when I was quick on the trigger and uninterested. We have not had sex and she has not asked for or wanted sex in over two years.
3. a receipt from a fast food place about 50 miles from where we live. In a town she would probably stop if she were meeting him at his cabin. When I confronted her she had a very guilty reaction. Also recently learned He has a new job very close to the fast food spot.
4. After finding the receipt I was all stiff cocked and horny and I was enjoying her panty drawer and wow she has some new very sexy undies and lingerie that she would never wear for me.
The last two weeks has brought a mention of divorce. The concept has been floating. Obviously the marriage is at a crossroads. We have both grown weary of the tension and absentness. Of the issues we need to discuss her ex Boyfriend/Lover/Bull is at the bottom of the list but has to be discussed. IMO there is no denying the day on the boat was a benchmark for bad times ahead. That and the evidence about the cheating leaves no doubt it has to be discussed.
Before you get too judgmental. Please note I am in a much better place emotionally and psychologically. I gambling and ***** are no longer an issue. I am in much better shape physically. Seeing things clearly.
I am hoping for a nice communication session tomorrow. It could go in a lot of different directions.
A. I hope we can agree to save the marriage. Work towards saving it. Not to just coexist with each other but to commit to being with each other. Even if that means a traditional sex like. I want to stay married at all costs. Agree divorce is not an option for me but if that it what she wants I have no idea what the future will bring.
B. Just like above except that she fesses up to seeing her ex Boyfriend/Lover/Bull. I fess up to thinking that is wonderful and that I have matured and promise to be a good cuck!
C. The marriage is over for her and nothing is going to save it. In which case I am not sure I will be posting here.
I know this is a cuckolding forum but it is most important to save my marriage. I want my marriage my family. I want to forward with a commitment to happiness from both of us.
I have been typing forever. I doubt I got it all in but I would love to fill in the blanks so please reply or PM me.
email is
[email protected]Its me Tony. So if you think you are the man from Shannons past. I miss what we had! I hope your still seeing her and not missing a thing!
