My life as a Cuck.

[Sigma5]

I always thought that I became a cuckold in 2002 when I found out she was having an affair with guy she worked with.

I now realise that I was a cuckold from our first date in 1979, even though at the time I had never heard the term “cuckold”.


I met my wife at work, one of my managers, Paul, told me he was fucking her (even though he was married) and said she was a really dirty slut in bed.

Everyday I would see her in her low cut tops and dream of cumming over her boobs. One day I was put in charge of a section of the workforce

(including Mandy) so I would have to deal with her on a daily basis.

I found it really comfortable to chat with her and one day I asked her if she wanted a lift home, which she accepted. On the way I asked her if she

wanted to go to the cinema, but she said she didn't, however we chatted for the next couple of hours. I asked if we could meet again and she agreed to meet me for a drink a couple of nights later.

I took her to a pub for a couple of drinks, before giving her a lift home. She invited me in and we listened to some music while we snogged I was surprised how easily she let me feel her tits and finger her (then) hairy pussy.
She was far more adventurous than most of the girls I had been with before and was happy to remove her panties and open her legs for me to look at her pussy. I couldn't resist, but to lick and taste her wet pussy (she later told me that not many guys had licked her and she was opening her legs for me to fuck her). I couldn't get enough of her pussy, it was so wet and looked, smelt and tasted great, as I fingered and licked her she had an orgasm that soaked my face. She later told me that I was the first person to make her orgasm by licking her, she then asked me to fuck her, I fumbled in my jacket to find a condom, but she said she doesn't need that as she is on the pill.

I entered her while I was kissing her, but as I got to full penetration she said "fuck me hard", I had never had a girl instruct me during sex, and I started to cum.
I knew she was disappointed, so I went down and started to lick her. As I licked and fingered her she had a massive orgasm.
Many years later she told me that when I came so quick, she thought that would be the last time she saw me, but when I licked her that was the one thing that made her decide she wanted to meet me again.

Up until that point although she had sex with numerous men, very few had gone down on her, and none had given her an orgasm while licking her.

At first I only saw her occasionally and knew that she was still meeting Paul. In a lot of ways we were more like friends, with the benefit that I got to fuck her. I would get so jealous when I saw her getting into his car after work. It was even worse when Paul would tell me and the other guys I worked with how she sucked him off or how he fucked her. He made it clear that he was just using her for an easy fuck.
He knew that I was meeting her, but didn't seem bothered. I tried to make out that I was just meeting her for the sex.

I lived in a shared house with some friends, so most of the time she would come back to mine. She talked as if Paul was her boyfriend and that he was going to leave his wife for her. I knew that he was only using her, but couldn't tell her that he told us at work about her. There were quite a few times that I was going to break it off, but I couldn't resist the sex. I thought I would just use her, like Paul did, but as it turned out it was the other way round.

One day at work she seemed upset. I asked if she was OK. She said that she had argued with Paul as he wanted to go to her house, but her parents weren't happy about her bringing home an older guy. I have no idea why I said it, but I offered to let her bring him back to my place. As soon as I said it, I regretted it, but she thanked me and went off to Paul's office.

After work she said "see you back at yours" and I thought I was in luck, but she walked over to Paul's car. At the house it was a bit awkward, all Paul said was "thanks mate. I owe you one" and they went off to my room. I waited downstairs for over an hour, listening to them fucking. She was really loud, but I didn't hear him until I heard him grunt and I assume cum. My cock was so hard and I hoped that I was going to get a turn, when he had gone. When they had finished, they both came downstairs, thanked me and left.

I went to my room, the bed was a mess and the sheets were soaked. The room stunk of sex, but I was so horny. I lay on the wet patch and wanked myself off.

The next day she chatted with me as if nothing had happened. We went out a few days later and ended back at mine. She seemed to really enjoy me licking her and then I fucked her. This time after I had cum, she went down on me and started to suck my cock. I had never had anyone do this before and didn't think anything when she swung her leg over me so that we were in a 69. This time my cum ran out over my face, but I licked her to an orgasm as she finished me off with her hand. She stayed that night and we had sex quite a few times during the night. Up until that point, I was telling myself that I was just meeting her for sex, but I was falling in love with her.

Out of bed she was beautiful and funny, we got on really well. In bed she was sex mad, happy to try anything. She would pose for me, while we both masterbated. Up until that point, most of my sexual experiences with other girls, were drunk fumbles in the dark. I hadn’t even seen a cunt other than in porn mags.

One day at work she asked if was OK to bring Paul back to mine. I was about to say no, when she said thanks, see you later. This time they fucked for nearly two hours while I waited downstairs, then left together. They did the same again over the next couple of weeks, but on the last time it was a Friday night. They had only been upstairs for about 1/2 an hour, when Paul came down and left. I had heard them fucking and heard her screaming, but she was always pretty vocal even with me. I went to the toilet and heard her crying. I asked if she was OK. She told me that it was over and she would never see him again. She was sitting on the edge of my bed and I hugged her. I asked her what had happened, but she said she didn't want to talk about it.

I kissed her and she kissed back, I moved my hand down to her pussy, but she got annoyed and said I was just the same as the rest of them. I wasn't sure who she meant , by the rest of them and apologised. She started to get dressed and I kept saying I was sorry and told her I loved her. She asked for a hug and could she stay the night. I agreed, but she said that she didn't want to have sex, but just hug me.

She had a bath, while I cooked her dinner. When she came down she was wearing one of my shirts with nothing on underneath. I could clearly see her boobs and nipples poking through the material. I could even see her pubic hair. I was so horny, but didn't want to risk upsetting her. We watched a video before going to bed, we lay next to each other, I was so hard, but didn't try anything. Eventually we fell asleep, holding each other.

I woke in the morning and just looked at her face, she was so pretty. Her boob was hanging out of the shirt. I think she was a 36 D at the time and her nipples were large with a dark areola. As I looked at her she opened her eyes and smiled then kissed me. She moved her hand down to my rock hard cock, I felt her boob and squeezed the nipple. She then moved down my body, pushing the covers off as she did, knelt between my legs, before taking my cock in her mouth. It was really light in the room and she looked at me as she sucked my cock. I knew I wasn't going to last long, but she stopped and removed her shirt. Her boobs were so firm, I thought she was going to mount me, but she wrapped her boobs around my cock and used them to wank me.

I only lasted a few minutes before I ejaculated over her neck and chin. She lay on top of me and we snogged. I tried to move my hand down to her cunt, but she stopped me. She got up and said "lets go out". We dressed but had to go back to hers to get changed. We spent the day at the park, before going back to mine with a bottle of wine and some beer. We didn't have sex again that might, but the next morning she did the same thing, sucking me before letting me cum between her boobs.

One time she was sucking me and I knew it wasn't going to take long, before I would shoot. I tried to pull away, but she held my cock at the base. I looked at her and asked if I could cum in her mouth...she said "no, and wanked my cock to orgasm. We have been married 43 years and I have never cum in her mouth, except once when I wore a condom.

 

[Sigma5]

It was over twenty years later that she opened up about her numerous affairs and one night stands.

I asked her why she had let so many other guys cum while she sucked them, and she replied "non of them asked me, they just did it". She said that she didn't at the time like the taste of cum, but with some guys she couldn't refuse to swallow it. She told me that on the day she had sucked me, she wanted me to cum in her mouth and that's why she carried on sucking when she knew I was close. It was the fact I asked her that put her off. She told me that I have cum in her mouth, but I don't remember as I was either asleep or drunk.

We then dated on a regular basis, I would always lick her before fucking her, then lick her again after I had cum. I never asked her to suck me or try anal.

We had a lot of dates and she was determined to make it work with me, but after a couple of months. Paul (our boss from work) wanted to see her, they had sex a few times before I found out. I was really upset, but she told me that she had been "seeing him" before she met me. I was not happy, but accepted this as I loved her. I didn't want to know when they met and she didn't tell me, but I suppose she took this that I was happy for her to meet others.

After a few months we became "serious" and she moved in with me, and I was very much in love, we had sex every day (at least once) and I thought she had stopped meeting Paul. I found out one day that she was still meeting him, as I saw him leaving our house as I arrived home. She was still in our bed. I was really upset and she said, she was sorry that she didn't want to hurt me, but she needed him,we lay together and hugged.
I loved her and didn't want to lose her and I really believed that she loved me. I thought it was my fault that she had to go with another man, as I was unable to satisfy her. I had never heard of the term cuck or cuckold, but felt I had to compete for her, as she had been seeing him first.
She was naked and while we kissed and hugged she got my cock out and rubbed it against her sperm filled cunt. As I entered her I started cumming and for the first time my wife told me that she loved me. I don't know why, probably because I was trying to compete with him sexually. I did as I always did and moved down her body and licked her. I don't remember it being unpleasant as I licked her to an orgasm. I never actually consciously swallowed any of the cum at that time, but would lick her clit as I finger fucked her. What I do remember was her pussy seemed swollen and her whole pubic region really hot, like a furnace. When she orgasmed, her entire body convulsed as she lifted her body to my face.

We never discussed Paul at the time, years later when I encouraged her to tell me about her past. She told me that he had fucked her for hours that day, before I arrived home. He never went down on her, but she would be expected to suck him anytime he wanted. She would meet him in his car and suck him off at lunchtime or when he dropped her off at home. She had told him the day after that event, that I had gone down on her after he left. Most of the time, they had sex in the car as they had nowhere else to go. She did bring him back to ours a few times when I was working away. They also would go to one of his mates, but then Mandy would be expected to have sex with him as well. She had even had a group of guys at that house and there would also be other women.
I honestly had no idea at the time. I knew about Paul, but thought it was only occasional and I suppose tried to blot it out. She was also having sex on nights that she would go out.

We spent most of our time together as a perfectly normal couple. She always insisted on her independence to go out with her friends when she wanted and encouraged me to do the same. She would go out at least once a week, but would always come home drunk. Sometimes not until the early hours, sometimes 4 or 5 am and sometimes not until later the next day. She always said that she was at a club dancing.

She always looked sexy, would wear thin dresses without a bra and just a pair of knickers under. She would wear stockings and suspenders, not just for going out, but to work. She would flirt with anyone and was always surrounded by other men at parties we would go to. I felt very proud of her and loads of guys would say, how lucky I was to have her.

She suggested that we have an “open relationship”, I don’t actually remember agreeing to it, but she insists to this day that I did. I got quite a lot of attention from other women as well, but most of the time all I did was feel their tits or finger them. I didn't realise that while I was doing this, Mandy would be in one of the bedrooms or bathrooms, getting fucked. She was always very loving the rest of the time and would want sex at every opportunity. I found it hard to keep up with her. I liked sex, but she would want it when we got home from work, when we went to bed, sometimes during the night and then the next morning.

Every so often she would get really moody and not only not want sex, but not even want me near her. I always put this down to her menstrual cycle as I know she suffered and was in pain. Then a few days later she would be back to normal. What I didn't realise at the time, was she would get moody, when she wasn't getting fucked or when she tried to be faithful. Once she had been well fucked, she would be back to normal.

She did spend a great deal of time, trying to get me to last and trying to get me hard once I had cum. I went to the doctors loads of times, tried delaying cream, but nothing worked.
Many years later she told me that when she went out with her friends it was always to find someone to fuck her. She would have sex in the gents toilets, sex in cars and even had sex on the dance floor. Sometimes she would go back with a groups of guys to parties, usually much older guys than her.

She would get really drunk and let anyone fuck her. Sometimes waking up in a house, with a guy fucking her. She said that she hated herself sometimes, that she would let some old guy fuck her arse, but the next weekend she would do exactly the same thing.
At times she had been fucked so hard that she didn't want sex. I treated these times as respite as my dick would get some rest, although I would still wank.

She said that she tried loads of times to be faithful, would last a week or so, but something would tempt her. We had both left the company we worked for. I left for a better job, but she left because Paul had found out she was having sex with one of the directors.

With my new job, I had to travel and stop overnight quite often. This gave her free rein to meet whoever she wanted to. I would always phone her in the evening and although I never realised it at the time. She would have a guy in our bed and sometimes fucking her while she talked to me
She told me that she always thought I had realised what she was doing, but just "turned a blind eye". She said that at first she was really careful, she would clean up or at least wipe herself, before coming home or having sex with me. In the end she stopped even wiping herself and thought that I must’ve known when I went down on her. I can never remember going down on her and even thinking for a minute that she had another guys cum in her. I suppose I was that used to going down on her after I had cum, that I got used to the taste.

I don't actually remember eating any of the cum, even after I had fucked her. I am sure when she used to squat over my mouth, that I must have swallowed some, but most of it ran over my face. It was only after we married that I started to swallow the cum. The first time was after I had cum in her. She got on top in a 69, but instead of sucking me she sat upright. I didn’t have much choice, but to swallow some of my cum.

I always remember her being very wet, even first thing in the morning. It was one of the things I loved about her.

We were invited to a party and Paul and his wife were there. They both seemed very much in love. I was shocked when Paul whispered to me that he was going to fuck Mandy that night. He said it when his wife and Mandy were chatting to each other, but they obviously didn't hear. I didn't know what to say, but ended up muttering "I don't think so". He just laughed.
Later in the evening, I couldn't find Mandy, I found Paul's wife chatting to a friend. I looked all over the house, checked all the bedrooms and the loo. I even checked the cars outside. I went into the back garden and saw Mandy against a tree with Paul fucking her from behind. I didn't know what to do, I felt like rushing over and trying to stop them. I just stood in the shadows and watched. My cock was so hard. I could hear her as he fucked her, but when I heard him say he was cumming, I shot my load in my pants. What I didn't realise was, he was doing her anally. I crept back into the house and got a beer, followed by a few Jack Danial's
Paul came back into the house and I saw Mandy make her way to the loo. Paul came up to me and handed me something and said "I told you I would". I opened my hand to find Mandy's damp knickers. Mandy entered the room as if nothing had happened, I was in a bit of a daze and quite drunk. I remember looking at her and thinking she isn't wearing any knickers.
I don't remember much more of that night, we got a taxi home. Mandy tried to have sex with me, but I was too drunk.

The next morning I had a really bad hangover, but Mandy was fine. She got up and said she was going shopping. I suddenly remembered what she had done the night before, when she came up to me, kissed me and put her hand under the duvet and grabbed my cock. She said "get some sleep, I want some of this when I get back".
I didn't get a chance to say anything before she was gone.
I was beginning to think I had dreamt the previous nights events, until I thought about him handing me her knickers. I got out of bed checked my jacket pocket and there was a pair of Mandy's black knickers. They were stuck together and stained as if she had wiped herself with them. I brought them up to my nose and could smell the cum. I felt really mad, but my cock was rock hard. I tasted them as I wanked, before wrapping them around my cock and as I imagined Paul fucking her against that tree, I ejaculated into her knickers. I fell asleep and was woken a couple of hours later by Mandy. She was wearing some sexy knickers and bra. I wasn't feeling horny as I had cum earlier and wanted to say something about the previous night.

She got on top of me and rubbed her pantie clad cunt against my cock. When that didn't work she tried to suck me, but I remained soft. I was still annoyed and was desperate to say something. My cock was completely flaccid, but she then said "if you can't get it up, I will have to find someone that can"

That got me really mad, but instead of having a go at her, I turned her over onto her back and went down on her. She smelt strong as she hadn't washed, but that just made me hornier. I fingered her really hard, eventually trying to get my whole hand in, before she came over my face.

My cock was hard by then and before she had come down from her orgasm, I entered her. I thought I was giving her the best fucking of her life, but probably didn't last more than a minute.

As I erupted in her, she said "that was good, now lick me" I just wanted to please her, I got between her legs and licked and fingered her for the next hour.

Later that day I wanted to talk about her and Paul at the party, but realised I couldn't after going down on her, so I said nothing.
I thought that was the end of the relationship with Paul as his wife was pregnant, I didn't find out until years later that they kept seeing each other for the time we lived together and after we married.

She admitted that they had pretty much regular sex for the entire time up until his wife gave birth, and occasionally after. She has admitted to having sex with him on her "hen" night 3 days before the wedding, but says she didn't have sex with him on our wedding day, although she invited him and his wife to our wedding.
She wore white underwear with white stockings at our wedding and let me have a feel and play with her during the day, but when we eventually got to bed, she said she was too drunk and tired to have sex, but I was sure I could smell sex on her, I now wish that after she had gone to sleep, I had checked her pussy. I have asked her loads of times if she had sex with another man (Paul) on our wedding day, and she always denies it. I have told her I don't mind if she did, but she always says that she wouldn't have done it on our wedding day.

I eventually found out what happened on the night he left her crying. He had wanted her to sleep with a friend of his that she had been with before. She refused as he was very rough with her. Paul got mad and while fucking her from behind had pulled out and fucked her anally without any lube. When she tried to pull away he used both of his hands to pull her fanny lips apart, causing pain. He fucked her until he spunked deep inside her. After he pulled out he forced his cock into her mouth, fucked her throat, before cumming again.

He got dressed, called her a fucking slut and left. When she met him again she had to agree to fuck his friend and never refuse any of his demands again.

 

[Sigma5]

Since I wrote this, she first of all admitted that Mick (my friend) had been trying it on with her. She had sex with him a few times before we married, but I only found that out a few years ago.
At the wedding reception she had shown her garter off and he had seen her white stockings and suspenders. Every time he was on his own with her, he would flirt and say he wanted a "private viewing". She laughed it off, but said she was enjoying the flirting.
After she had consumed a few glasses of wine, she had gone to the toilet and as she was leaving, Mick stopped and talked to her. He was asking her to let him see her stocking tops, but she refused. He was very persistent and was rubbing the side of her leg. A family member saw her and frowned, she told Mick that they had better go back to the reception. As they passed a cloakroom, Mick grabbed her arm and guided her into the room, pinned her against the wall and kissed her. She kissed him back and he pulled her dress up at the front and started to feel her pussy. She said she tried to push him away, but he held her and "forced" his fingers into her.
She wanted to stop him, but was so turned on, she relaxed and let him finger her to a "shuddering orgasm".
As she came down from her climax, she realised that she needed to stop it, but he was already taking his cock out. She told him, that he can't fuck her on her wedding day and he said "why not, you know you want it". She told me that she had agreed to suck him off as she knew that he wouldn't give up otherwise. She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. It didn't take him long to cum and as she heard voices, she swallowed it.
That seemed to pacify him, they made themselves decent and returned to the reception.

Even though I was a bit upset when she told me this I was also turned on. Many times when we were having sex, I would ask her to repeat this event.

I had asked her loads of times if she was sure she hadn't gone all the way with him and that I wouldn't mind if she had, but she always assured me that she hadn't.

One day months later, she said "that you know I told you I didn't have full sex with Mick on our wedding day". I thought that finally she was going to admit to going all the way. She paused, looked at me and said "I didn't, but I did have sex with Paul"
This really surprised me as Paul was with his heavily pregnant wife at our wedding and all the time I had seen them, they were together.

He had apparently told her before that he was going to fuck her and she had always done anything he wanted. As she has done with a lot of her regular lovers.
I said that I saw Paul and his wife leave the reception in the late afternoon, he had even come over to say goodbye to us and wish us well. She told me that whilst I was talking to his wife, he said to her " I will take my wife back home, but will come back. Meet me in your room at 7pm" she tried to say she couldn't, but he told her to make sure she was there.
I don't even remember her leaving the reception, but I was probably at the bar with family and friends. She said that she had told me she was going back to the room to freshen up.
She got to our room at just before 7pm and he was already waiting outside. She told him they would have to be quick and as they entered the room, they locked the door and as she started to remove her wedding dress. He told her to leave it on, he guided her over to the bed, told her to bend over, lifted her dress at the back and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. She then felt his cock enter her from behind, it didn't take her long to cum and as he stopped for her to climax, someone knocked on the door. She was trying to be quiet, but Paul started thrusting again. The knocking stopped and he resumed fucking her hard, eventually cumming deep inside her as she had another orgasm. She thought he would want more as he usually did, but he just said "thanks, enjoy the rest of your wedding" and left. She could feel his cum, running down her leg and was going to clean up, when there was a knock on the door again. She pulled her knickers up and went to answer the door, assuming it was Paul, but it was her sister. She didn't want to let her into the room as it "stunk of sex". So she went back down to the reception with her sister.
She told me that she wanted to go back to the room to shower, but family members prevented her with offers of drinks. She cleaned up as best she could in the toilets.
I was shocked as she told me and thought she had "made it up" for a fantasy, as I was always going on about it. After all the years of asking her, I really didn't believe her. She eventually convinced me that it was true.
Paul continued to have sex with her until his wife gave birth, they stopped for a while, but continued to meet occasionally for the next couple of years.

She has since told me that they have met at various times over the the years and he never used a condom. His cock wasn't "massive" only about 8", my cock is 6". but he could really fuck her and make her cum, something I have never managed to do with my cock. She could never say no to him, he used to come to our house whenever I worked away. Sometimes he would bring a friend with him and they would both fuck her.

She has recently said that she would still meet him if he contacted her today.

 

[Teddy Long]

That’s quite a read. And you’re completely right. You were a cuckold without even knowing it. And now you’re fully invested in it.

 

[Ursub15]

I am throbbing holy shit

 

[Sigma5]

That’s quite a read. And you’re completely right. You were a cuckold without even knowing it. And now you’re fully invested in it.

So true, but I never really thought about it at the time. I suppose I knew I couldn’t satisfy her, but was very much in love with her. I still am 43 years later

 

[Teddy Long]

So true, but I never really thought about it at the time. I suppose I knew I couldn’t satisfy her, but was very much in love with her. I still am 43 years later

I get that. You can be in love with her and still let her have her fun. That’s the beauty of this situation

 

[Sigma5]

When we were first dating I had asked her how many other men she had been with and she told me about 15. I had only fucked 3 other women at the time. I was surprised at the amount as she had previously told me she had a steady boyfriend from the age of 13 to 17 and she was only 19 when I met her. When I questioned her regarding the “about 15”, she just said she wasn’t counting.
Over the years she confessed that it was probably way more than 50 different guys. Her first boyfriend had shared her with his mates and when the finally split up she went a bit wild

 

[dickhurtz]

my kinda girl.

 

[Sigma5]

my kinda girl.

We have now been together 45 years and married for 43 years, so my kinda girl as well. She has had numerous lovers over the years, some of them long term, others just one-offs.

 

[Sigma5]

Her cunt

 

[Sigma5]

Not bad for 60 years old

 

[QueenslandBull]

Not bad for 60 years old

Hell yeah 😛😛😛