When did you know you were a cuckold?

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The first time my wife cucked me was in college. I came to visit her and we had sex, then after, we were talking and she said it was hard being apart. After some discussion, she let me know she had a one night stand with some guy she met at a bar. I was pissed at first, but slowly got over it and the fear/anger turned to horniness. After a few weeks we talked again and I told her it was okay for her to do this again if she wanted, but she had to let me know.

She fucked a guy the next weekend and told me about it. I was still sick to my stomach at times, but learned to turn that feeling into horniness. I ended up jacking off secretly as we were talking, then about 5 more times that night. Next time I saw her, we had the most amazing sex ever. I was enthralled by her pussy, just thinking about someone else in there. I ate her out a ton that weekend. It was so exciting knowing that there was someone else there. This went on for a few more weeks, with us talking daily. Eventually she asked me if I wanted her to sleep with him right before my next trip to see her.

I was so hard thinking about it and eventually told her yes I would. I must have masturbated 10 times a day thinking about it! I got there on a Saturday morning and she was still in pjs lounging in her bed watching tv. We hung out for a little and snuggled and kissed and she eventually said “well, do you want to know?” I rushed under the covers because, yes, i had been dying to know!

She took a different tone knowing how fast I dove down. She started getting off on it too. She told me she slept with him last night and that he left earlier that morning. Then she started detailing What happened the night before and even earlier that morning!!! It was driving me crazy and I spread her legs as fast as I could and saw how red and swollen her pussy was. I sat there for apparently too long and she grabbed my head and pulled my face right into her pussy. It was incredible!! The smell, the softness, the puffy lips; all of it was so sexy. I couldn’t help myself and started lapping her pussy like a dog, eating and licking every part of her. She grabbed my head even harder and came harder than I ever saw her cum before!!!
Finally she relaxed and laid back, catching her breath. She asked me if I wanted her to give me a blow job or something to make me happy. Unfortunate, during all of that, my contact with the sheets rubbed enough that I came all over myself and the sheets. She smiled a wicked smile. At that point, we knew our sex life had changed forever! In a good way
 
Thanks for sharing your story and I completely understand the mixed emotional flood. And that reclamation sex is best.

We were apart for a few weeks while I set up our new place in Atlanta and she finished her job contract in Houston. During our reunion fuck My Lovely Wife told me she needed to make confession. At her going away party an intern, Brent, hit on her. I met him at a company function and he was basically a younger version of me. Tall and trim, very friendly, I thought maybe gay because he was well put together and lived with another guy. I know, nice stereotyping. Guilty.

Anyways, she’s riding my cock telling about going back to his apartment and basically fucking him all night. She went in to great detail about his cock and how they fucked. Picturing my hot wife using that young stud caused me to shoot my load. But she’s not done. She tells me they fuck awhile, smoke a joint, fuck, have a beer, fuck some more.

By now my cum is flowing out of her, down my balls pass the crack of my ass. Riding me the whole time, I never lost wood. She tells me, “I think you like this story, but there’s more.”

In the morning she wakes up in his empty bed but can smell coffee. She puts on his button-down shirt, goes into the living room where Brent and his roommate are sitting on the couch watching television in their underwear, smoking a bong. She figures it’s too late to feel embarrassed so she just plopped down between them. Another bowl and a cup of coffee later she starts making out with Brent.

Definitely started a new phase of our marriage.
 
Thanks for sharing your story and I completely understand the mixed emotional flood. And that reclamation sex is best.

We were apart for a few weeks while I set up our new place in Atlanta and she finished her job contract in Houston. During our reunion fuck My Lovely Wife told me she needed to make confession. At her going away party an intern, Brent, hit on her. I met him at a company function and he was basically a younger version of me. Tall and trim, very friendly, I thought maybe gay because he was well put together and lived with another guy. I know, nice stereotyping. Guilty.

Anyways, she’s riding my cock telling about going back to his apartment and basically fucking him all night. She went in to great detail about his cock and how they fucked. Picturing my hot wife using that young stud caused me to shoot my load. But she’s not done. She tells me they fuck awhile, smoke a joint, fuck, have a beer, fuck some more.

By now my cum is flowing out of her, down my balls pass the crack of my ass. Riding me the whole time, I never lost wood. She tells me, “I think you like this story, but there’s more.”

In the morning she wakes up in his empty bed but can smell coffee. She puts on his button-down shirt, goes into the living room where Brent and his roommate are sitting on the couch watching television in their underwear, smoking a bong. She figures it’s too late to feel embarrassed so she just plopped down between them. Another bowl and a cup of coffee later she starts making out with Brent.

Definitely started a new phase of our marriage.
Very hot!! Lucky you. Thanks for sharing the story
 
I don't think of myself as a cuckold but as an enlightened guy that encourages his wife to go forth and sin. We are in our 60's and got started late in life. The first time is still the most memorable. She had been chatting with a guy for over a month and they had both hiked with the same group. He was single and lived alone so she started calling him at the beginning of Covid just to check on him and give him someone to talk too. I started encouraging her to consider taking him as a lover. She agreed to date him and the first time they got together, he took her for a ride on his motorcycle. By the time they got back, they barely got into the house before she had a lip lock on him. I just stood back and watched as they made their way to the bed. No foreplay. She just pulled him down on top of her and guided his cock home. I don't think they lasted 10 minutes before she had an orgasm and pulled him in tight as he emptied his balls deep inside of her.
 
When I watched her give my best friend an amazing bj. She then kissed me forcing me to share his cum with her. Later that evening she took him to bed and I slept in the spare room to start my life as her happy cuck.
I should tell that I had been trying to get her to take a lover for ages
 
I've been the guy on the giving end. It's crazy emotion the first time as said .To be fucking his wife and him watching. I was so nervous, kept looking over my shoulder. She said it's ok , he enjoy's watch me getting fucked. He was watching porn and watching. Then i relaxed and had a love making session with. Only regrets i didnt keep going back...
 
When my ex-wife told me during an emotionally charged discussion about our sex life that she wanted an open marriage and I got rock hard. To be clear, she never "cucked" me, but the next woman I dated did. I was immediately open about how I felt about my partners with other people so she was on board from the jump. It evolved to define our sex life and the rest is history. Literally... We broke up for other reasons totally unrelated.
 
When I watched her give my best friend an amazing bj. She then kissed me forcing me to share his cum with her. Later that evening she took him to bed and I slept in the spare room to start my life as her happy cuck.
I should tell that I had been trying to get her to take a lover for ages
Did you get to reclaim her or get sloppy seconds the next day??
 
I don't think of myself as a cuckold but as an enlightened guy that encourages his wife to go forth and sin. We are in our 60's and got started late in life. The first time is still the most memorable. She had been chatting with a guy for over a month and they had both hiked with the same group. He was single and lived alone so she started calling him at the beginning of Covid just to check on him and give him someone to talk too. I started encouraging her to consider taking him as a lover. She agreed to date him and the first time they got together, he took her for a ride on his motorcycle. By the time they got back, they barely got into the house before she had a lip lock on him. I just stood back and watched as they made their way to the bed. No foreplay. She just pulled him down on top of her and guided his cock home. I don't think they lasted 10 minutes before she had an orgasm and pulled him in tight as he emptied his balls deep inside of her.
Very similar for myself and my wife. We have enjoyed this for years now... I get super aroused watching another guy fuck my wife... we mostly stick with a couple regular guys now. Comfortable.. I luv sloppy seconds and a cream y mess...
 
Very similar for myself and my wife. We have enjoyed this for years now... I get super aroused watching another guy fuck my wife... we mostly stick with a couple regular guys now. Comfortable.. I luv sloppy seconds and a cream y mess...
I think your way is the way to go. Reasonably safe and discrete. We are still learning about this lifestyle. MY wife is not into one night stands so she prefers to take on a boyfriend and then later on move onto another one. I think all of the guys that she has been with (only 4) would be willing to tale her out again.
 
Years ago, when we were out partying with a group of coworkers. While in deep conversation I lost sight of my girlfriend on the dance floor, and when she reappeared some time later she was dancing & grinding with a guy I hadn’t seen before.
I will never forget the angst I felt in that moment, and the way my arousal and my shame vied for dominance when one of our coworkers pointed her out to me and said: “that guy seems really into her, maybe you should go over and break it up”.
“Nah”, I responded, playing it cool outwardly as the knot in my stomach was seething and wrenching. “She can have her fun, as long as she goes home with me…”
I pretended not to notice the raised eyebrow of my coworker, and I also ignored my other colleagues who seemed suddenly quite interested in the antics of my girlfriend and her very handsy dance partner. When she came up for air and a fresh beer a few minutes later, my girlfriend was immediately cornered by her female friends who, as far as I could tell, couldn’t make up their minds about whether to admonish her or envy her. They quickly seemed to settle for inquisitiveness, but my girlfriend gave noncommittal answers to their prying questions about who that man was and whether she liked him. She extracted herself from their company and came to hang drunkenly on my shoulder. “I see you were having a good time on the dance floor“ I said… “You got that right“, she answered, as she looked me unabashedly in the eye. I had never felt so unsure in my life! She continued: “that’s what you get if you don’t dance with me…”
The mix of emotions was intoxicating. I was jealous, and annoyed, and put to shame by her behavior in front of people we worked with. But I was also excited, aroused, and firmly in uncharted mental territory where I felt that anything could happen… if not for the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, I wouldn’t have dared to push out the boat even further. But I kissed her deeply and then, while nuzzling her neck, softly spoke into her ear: “do you like him?“
- “uh huh”…
- “do you find him sexy?“
- “uh huh”…
… I blurted it out quickly, for fear that even in its inebriated state my brain would try and put a lid on the situation… “if you’d like to kiss him, that’s OK with me. As long as we go home together.”
In response she leaned away from me, gave me a deadpan look, and said: “We already kissed.”
The ground sank away like a perverted roller coaster. I think in that moment we were both shocked by what the other had said. It seemed to sober us up some, and for a few moments we were both lost for words. Over her shoulder I could dimly make out the man who had kissed my girlfriend on the other side of the dance floor. And I felt I hated him, and also admired him.
“ Are we in trouble?“ I asked her.
“Not as far as I’m concerned,“ she answered. “So, you want to come and dance with me now?“
The pause stretched as I mulled over my answer… “No.”
We exchanged a glance. Then she shrugged, and headed back to the heaving dance floor where she quickly reconnected with her dance partner. Minutes later, they were again out of sight.
Not long thereafter the DJ called last round, and a few minutes later she resurfaced with two beers, looking flushed, and sweaty, and radiant. That’s when I knew, even though I had never heard about cuckolding before…
 
Years ago, when we were out partying with a group of coworkers. While in deep conversation I lost sight of my girlfriend on the dance floor, and when she reappeared some time later she was dancing & grinding with a guy I hadn’t seen before.
I will never forget the angst I felt in that moment, and the way my arousal and my shame vied for dominance when one of our coworkers pointed her out to me and said: “that guy seems really into her, maybe you should go over and break it up”.
“Nah”, I responded, playing it cool outwardly as the knot in my stomach was seething and wrenching. “She can have her fun, as long as she goes home with me…”
I pretended not to notice the raised eyebrow of my coworker, and I also ignored my other colleagues who seemed suddenly quite interested in the antics of my girlfriend and her very handsy dance partner. When she came up for air and a fresh beer a few minutes later, my girlfriend was immediately cornered by her female friends who, as far as I could tell, couldn’t make up their minds about whether to admonish her or envy her. They quickly seemed to settle for inquisitiveness, but my girlfriend gave noncommittal answers to their prying questions about who that man was and whether she liked him. She extracted herself from their company and came to hang drunkenly on my shoulder. “I see you were having a good time on the dance floor“ I said… “You got that right“, she answered, as she looked me unabashedly in the eye. I had never felt so unsure in my life! She continued: “that’s what you get if you don’t dance with me…”
The mix of emotions was intoxicating. I was jealous, and annoyed, and put to shame by her behavior in front of people we worked with. But I was also excited, aroused, and firmly in uncharted mental territory where I felt that anything could happen… if not for the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, I wouldn’t have dared to push out the boat even further. But I kissed her deeply and then, while nuzzling her neck, softly spoke into her ear: “do you like him?“
- “uh huh”…
- “do you find him sexy?“
- “uh huh”…
… I blurted it out quickly, for fear that even in its inebriated state my brain would try and put a lid on the situation… “if you’d like to kiss him, that’s OK with me. As long as we go home together.”
In response she leaned away from me, gave me a deadpan look, and said: “We already kissed.”
The ground sank away like a perverted roller coaster. I think in that moment we were both shocked by what the other had said. It seemed to sober us up some, and for a few moments we were both lost for words. Over her shoulder I could dimly make out the man who had kissed my girlfriend on the other side of the dance floor. And I felt I hated him, and also admired him.
“ Are we in trouble?“ I asked her.
“Not as far as I’m concerned,“ she answered. “So, you want to come and dance with me now?“
The pause stretched as I mulled over my answer… “No.”
We exchanged a glance. Then she shrugged, and headed back to the heaving dance floor where she quickly reconnected with her dance partner. Minutes later, they were again out of sight.
Not long thereafter the DJ called last round, and a few minutes later she resurfaced with two beers, looking flushed, and sweaty, and radiant. That’s when I knew, even though I had never heard about cuckolding before…
My wife was like that...forthright, made no effort to hide her activities.
 
Fun to read the stories...not sure I am?
When my wife admitted her FWB she had on and off for years had the biggest black dick she'd ever seen, we're talking biggest in porn type big... the thought of watching her with him became my most arousing fantasy and I was almost obsessed with the idea.
Before that the idea of seeing a partner fucked by another guy was horrifying.
Still not sure I would like it in reality but still my biggest turn on fantasy.
When she teases me about the idea I am instantly hard and can come in seconds.
 
Always was
I think I posted yesterday about cuckholding in penthouse letters
Changed my brain from an early age
Yeah, great point.
I also was exposed to penthouse forum as my sexual education from a very early age.
I do remember cuckold stories turning me on a lot, although always thought I wanted to be the guy with the huge cock fucking the wife while husband jerks off outside peeping though window.
Once I realized my wife's exes were the huge cock guys, I guess the peeping through window role became more alluring. :giggle:
 
Years ago, a gf admitted to having screwed a guy all day. Then asked if I was a cuckold. I asked why she thought that and she pointed to a hard on that was throbbing in my slacks
...and what was your reply? Did you relationship turn full cuck then?
 
Not until she told me she was moving out, had found an apartment for herself, and that we'd be getting divorced. She told me then that she'd already been seeing other guys.

I'd never caught her with another guy, and toward the end, now and then she'd tell me she was going out with work friends and she'd be staying over at a certain girlfriend's place if they were out late. I suspected that there might be a guy involved, but I didn't want her drinking and driving, so I never objected when she said she'd be staying with her friend.

She'd made it clear starting about a year into the marriage that I wasn't meeting her sexual needs. I honestly don't know how I would have reacted if she'd proposed an open relationship so she could get her needs met, but she never did. She just pursued her pleasure with other men, and then told me it was over between us.
Ouch. Thanks for sharing, this can be a reality that people ignore.
 
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