Meet a real life Cuckold with years of real stories to share
I have been inactive here for a long time.
A few years ago I was really into this place.
But I guess all things lose their glow after a few years and not being able to share a huge part of my life.
I see a lot of people confused or disgusted with the Cuckold life style.
I think, not that I am trying to normalize it, that people don't realize what goes into creating the mind set that makes a man choose or gravitate to being a Cuckold.
It's funny reflecting on who I was before I was awakened to who I was meant to be.
I spent the major part of my life being a horribly jealous man and in hind site, I must have dated every cheating slut in my town. It was almost as if the universe was teasing me with what would later become an obsession.
Thinking now, I do think Cuckolds are made by their life experiences and personality's and how those intermingle to create the man.
Right now I have a lot of thoughts that I have been exploring for years and the life experiences that have been yielded to me mostly through bad decisions and even worse reactions.
I may have to take some time and out line the direction I want my stories to flow.
Or better yet I will just share random stories and events as I think of them and let chaos paint my picture for me.
I was hyper sexual for as long as I can remember.
I can remember being in an under dog onesy, maybe 2 years old, and trying so very hard to look down the baby sitter's shirt and see nipple. She was about 17 and was wearing a silk button down shirt that the space in between the buttons was pouched out and she wasn't wearing a bra.
I could stand on the sofa next to her and see straight into her shirt and see a lot of both of her perky B cup breast but I wanted to see the nipples too.
I remember she looked over at me kind of out of the corner of her eyes and with her elbow gave me a gentle nudge sending me to the cushions of the sofa on my butt. Denied!!!
Even though I didn't start masturbating til I was around 9 I was always seeking arousal. My favorite thing to do was to find a safe place where I could take my under pants off and go commando. I loved that feeling. In the warmer months I would also go around behind the garage, it was surrounded by trees and under brush, every chance I could, and remove all of my cloths and run around for as long as I could possibly go without being called back to the house.
When I was around 8 years old I found a peace of satin and it took a hot second to realize that would feel good to rub myself with. I was very right about that. I had little bits of that magic fabric hidden all around the house so I could indulge at any given time and I did as often as I possibly could.
It was about a year of that before I figured out how to jack off. I think I put together stuff boys at school would tease about when saying someone was jacking off and figured out how it all fit together.
I was down stairs naked, while the rest of the family was going about their day else where, and I grabbed it and slid my hand over the tightly stretched skin. I quickly realized that the skin was going to have to be stretched out some in order for this to work. I remember it like it was 10 minutes ago. I grabbed it firmly and started to pull the skin towards the head. It was the most insane feeling as the skin started to stretch giving the much needed room to be able to make this work. It stretched all the way out til it covered the head. The rest was easy to put together. That was the beginning of a four or five times day habit that wouldn't slow down til I was in my mid twenties and would be a returning obsession all through my life.
Another obsession I found shortly after my first sexual experience when I was 18 was on my birthday no less. With a very slutty girl that was living with her boyfriend at the time. It was woman in other relationships. I think my first 10 or so sexual experiences were with married or woman that were in committed relationships.
I actually asked myself once, or a lot really, if I was ever going to be in a relationship with a single woman.
I just really liked when a committed woman would do the ultimate naughty thing and let me sneak in where I wasn't allowed to be. I didn't think low of them for letting me go there. I really liked their naughtiness. Something that would come back to haunt me later in life.
Well I guess I will leave this here for now.
I hope this isn't to convoluted and I am guessing things will start to smooth out, format wise.
I think my next share will be the first time me and my wife had a 2 guy one woman 3 way.
I mean this is about Cuckolding.
A few years ago I was really into this place.
But I guess all things lose their glow after a few years and not being able to share a huge part of my life.
I see a lot of people confused or disgusted with the Cuckold life style.
I think, not that I am trying to normalize it, that people don't realize what goes into creating the mind set that makes a man choose or gravitate to being a Cuckold.
The definition of a Cuckold: A cuckold is the husband of an adulterous wife. A husband who is aware of and tolerates his wife's infidelity is sometimes called a wittol or wittold.
It's funny reflecting on who I was before I was awakened to who I was meant to be.
I spent the major part of my life being a horribly jealous man and in hind site, I must have dated every cheating slut in my town. It was almost as if the universe was teasing me with what would later become an obsession.
Thinking now, I do think Cuckolds are made by their life experiences and personality's and how those intermingle to create the man.
Right now I have a lot of thoughts that I have been exploring for years and the life experiences that have been yielded to me mostly through bad decisions and even worse reactions.
I may have to take some time and out line the direction I want my stories to flow.
Or better yet I will just share random stories and events as I think of them and let chaos paint my picture for me.
I was hyper sexual for as long as I can remember.
I can remember being in an under dog onesy, maybe 2 years old, and trying so very hard to look down the baby sitter's shirt and see nipple. She was about 17 and was wearing a silk button down shirt that the space in between the buttons was pouched out and she wasn't wearing a bra.
I could stand on the sofa next to her and see straight into her shirt and see a lot of both of her perky B cup breast but I wanted to see the nipples too.
I remember she looked over at me kind of out of the corner of her eyes and with her elbow gave me a gentle nudge sending me to the cushions of the sofa on my butt. Denied!!!
Even though I didn't start masturbating til I was around 9 I was always seeking arousal. My favorite thing to do was to find a safe place where I could take my under pants off and go commando. I loved that feeling. In the warmer months I would also go around behind the garage, it was surrounded by trees and under brush, every chance I could, and remove all of my cloths and run around for as long as I could possibly go without being called back to the house.
When I was around 8 years old I found a peace of satin and it took a hot second to realize that would feel good to rub myself with. I was very right about that. I had little bits of that magic fabric hidden all around the house so I could indulge at any given time and I did as often as I possibly could.
It was about a year of that before I figured out how to jack off. I think I put together stuff boys at school would tease about when saying someone was jacking off and figured out how it all fit together.
I was down stairs naked, while the rest of the family was going about their day else where, and I grabbed it and slid my hand over the tightly stretched skin. I quickly realized that the skin was going to have to be stretched out some in order for this to work. I remember it like it was 10 minutes ago. I grabbed it firmly and started to pull the skin towards the head. It was the most insane feeling as the skin started to stretch giving the much needed room to be able to make this work. It stretched all the way out til it covered the head. The rest was easy to put together. That was the beginning of a four or five times day habit that wouldn't slow down til I was in my mid twenties and would be a returning obsession all through my life.
Another obsession I found shortly after my first sexual experience when I was 18 was on my birthday no less. With a very slutty girl that was living with her boyfriend at the time. It was woman in other relationships. I think my first 10 or so sexual experiences were with married or woman that were in committed relationships.
I actually asked myself once, or a lot really, if I was ever going to be in a relationship with a single woman.
I just really liked when a committed woman would do the ultimate naughty thing and let me sneak in where I wasn't allowed to be. I didn't think low of them for letting me go there. I really liked their naughtiness. Something that would come back to haunt me later in life.
Well I guess I will leave this here for now.
I hope this isn't to convoluted and I am guessing things will start to smooth out, format wise.
I think my next share will be the first time me and my wife had a 2 guy one woman 3 way.
I mean this is about Cuckolding.
