Techcuck
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The following is a little glimpse into my life as a cuckold. While somethings may seem unreal and exaggerated, I assure you I lived the life and know first hand they are true. First and foremost, the women in my life were never the 10's you read about all the time. More like a 7 or an 8 for me in real life, I will say that all of them had really good bodies. There were no men with 12-inch cocks, they were all bigger than myself, but not the monsters you also are always reading about. So as you will read I'm just an average John Doe that had some excitement in my "Cuckold" life and have chose to share the experiences with you. There is not a lot of graphically detailed sex in this, but enough for you to get the idea. Also. I'm not an author nor a literary expert, so please excuse any miss-spellings and punctuation errors,
I would like to say Thank You for the kind comments made to the post "What does Bull think of his Sperm swimming around in my mouth"? Believe me when I say, I'm nothing special in anyway, I just have accepted who and what I am and doing whatever I can to make it the most enjoyable for me.
The following is a true account of my cuckold life. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I am no story teller, so please forgive me if I don't follow proper etiquette. I'm sure there will be spelling and punctuation errors. This is not meant to be a jerk your cock type post, no, just a little insight into my life.
So, with that said, I thought I would give a little insight as to who I am. First, I would like to proudly say I am a retired United States Army Veteran with 30 years of service 1980-2010. I was married for 8 years 1981-1989 have been divorced ever since. I have one *** from my marriage and had full custody of him and raised him from age 4. I have been all over the U.S. and a lot of the world. Most of my Army career was classified (you know I could tell you, but then I'd have to **** you), but let's say for the sake of argument I was a communication specialist. During my 30+ years of divorce I have met and dated several girls and I have had a serious relationship with 3 of them. Most girls only lasted until we had sex and they got a good look at my useless little cocklett. I guess most importantly about me is I am a CUCKOLD.
I met my wife right after returning home from Basic Training. We were married in June of 1981. Both of us were virgins at the time so we didn't have anything to compare what sex was like or what sex should be like. At the time we knew nothing of the word "cuckold", its definition or meaning. Yet after several discussions after engaging in sex we came to the conclusion something was wrong. What was wrong, was me. My little cocklett, barely 5 inches erect and not lasting for more than 3 to 5 minutes, wasn't giving her any sexual satisfaction, not to mention any orgasms. We openly discussed the problem and researched information and sought advice from others.
One of my wife's co-workers at the time suggested maybe trying a man with a bigger cock. She told my wife her husband was over 7 inches with a good girth and could last 30 minutes to an hour. We discussed the topic openly and debated back and forth for several months. We both came to the conclusion that if something didn't change, and soon, our marriage would be in serious trouble. So, we set parameters, boundaries, and conditions that were not to be broken and decided to move forward with "trying" a lover for her to see if it would change our situation.
I remember the day and time like it was yesterday. My wife's co-worker hooked her up with her husband's brother. He was about 6ft 2inches tall, about 250lbs and had about a 7 and half inch very thick cock. He was polite non pushy and extremely cordial. Yes, I remember the date and time vividly. Friday March 4th at 8:37pm was the exact moment he penetrated her and I became what is now known as a cuckold!
Why do I remember the exact date and time, you ask? The date is easy, I was given a special recognition from the Army that day and have a plaque on my wall even today that reminds me of the date. The time is forever burned into my memory. While the actual lovemaking started about 7:50 pm that evening, my wife and him kissing and touchy feely for about 20 minutes, then my wife giving him a slow blowjob. I sat mesmerized in the corner watching the events unfold. Yes, I had my little cocklett out rubbing it for all it was worth. When he unloaded into my wife's mouth, I dribbled out my little load. Now, after having my sexual release I had to sit in what is now known as Cuckold angst. I watched as she began stroking him back to life. I watched as he mauled her tits, placing little love bites all over them. It was the hardest thing I had to endure. I wanted to jump up and stop everything. I wanted to plead with her that I could do better. I wanted to cry, I wanted to be a million miles away. But, as in the Army the only thing to do was man up and suck it up. I continued to sit there while they were getting ready to do the actual deed. I looked at the big red digital numbers on our alarm clock, they read, 8:37pm. The actual moment my wife was sexually penetrated by someone other than me.
The experiment of "Trying" had been a success, when he left after fucking her twice and cumming in her both times, we sat and talked for about 3 hours. We truthfully shared our feelings and what we might change or do to make the next time better. We decided I needed to curtail my stroking my little cocklett as much as possible until they were finished and only then could I cum and feel the excitement of having watched my wife totally fucked to her complete sexual satisfaction. Did I make it through the next time without cumming to soon? Not a chance, I lasted longer but it wasn't until almost a year later that I could control my urges and not cum to early. I will say that once I was able to hold off until they were satisfied, my orgasm was so much more intense, almost on the verge of me passing out.
We continued her little affairs for the next 5 years. Those 5 years we lived the dream! A perfect balance of marriage, affairs, and our own sexual needs being met. My wife never denied me sex, I was not put in Chastity, I was not forbidden to jerk off. Just the perfect balance between my wife and I and her lovers. In fact, a total of 18 different lovers in that 5-year period. Then came lover number 19. The start of the end to our marriage. His name was Jeff and was the manager of a sound studio. We met him at a party, and my wife was instantly attracted to him. While at first, he seemed the perfect lover for her, we soon found out he was heavily into ***** and *******. This crossed our parameters, boundaries, and conditions set by my wife and I. She had promised me she would no longer see him. About that time the Army sent me to Camp Pendleton California, (I know it's a Marine base, but we were all on the same team), for a 2-month school. When I came back, I found out from my next-door neighbor that my wife and him had been seeing each other daily at our on base house the entire time I was gone. The next day my commanding officer summoned me to his office where he told me, that the actions of my wife wouldn't' be tolerated on base. I talked with my wife that day. I found out that she was now hooked on Pot, and Cocaine. I couldn't risk that with my career, so the decision was made, and she moved out and moved in with Jeff. 10 weeks later I was a divorced single dad of a 4-year-old. Life went on.
I was soon transferred to a new base, and started to prowl again for a new lady in my life. Let me tell you, having a little cocklett sure doesn't help you in keeping a potential new mate. However, I did meet Becky, an acquaintance of another girl I had tried to establish a relationship with. Becky was all filled in on my "Little Situation" and told me she was perfectly ok with me being her cuckold. Her what, I asked? She explained to me what a cuckold was. Oh, I said. Yes, I lived in a relationship with my ex-wife and it was exciting while it lasted. So, as we talked and discussed what our relationship would consist of, I caught myself wondering what I could do to enhance mine and hers cuckold relationship. Never once did I eat a creampie from my ex-wife. The closest was my kissing her cum filled pussy a few times. On mine and Becky's first try with her lover, she asked me to clean her up. I immediately jumped up to go get a washcloth and towel when she stopped me. "No Silly" she said, I want you to use your tongue. I remined her that her lover had just came in her pussy. "I know that" she remarked and I want you to clean it out of me with your tongue. Now I was in total conflict with myself. This was a disgusting act she wanted me to do, and she wanted me to do it in front of her lover. I told her no, as I was not gay. "Being gay has nothing to do with it" she said, it just a show of love from you to me. Now I thought back to my thoughts of how to enhance our experiences, and decided to just do it. Seconds later I was eating my very first creampie. Her Bull did not make jokes about it to me, other than to say, "It looked like I liked it". The fact of the matter I did not like it. I did not like to taste, I did not like the texture, and basically didn't like the act itself. It took me several more eating's, about six months' worth before I became accustomed to the mixture of his cum and her love juices, but I did become to like eating a fresh creampie. The next step came when in the throws of passionate foreplay, Becky wanted me to suck her Bull's cock. This time before flat saying no, I gave it a few minutes thought. I decided that I was comfortable enough with my own masculinity that I could suck this man's cock and not consider myself gay or bi. So, I sunk to my knees and for the first time had a cock in my mouth. Again, at the time it was an act I wasn't particularly fond of. However, when it was over and he shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into my throat, I looked at the pleasure on the faces of both Becky and her Bull, I had done a good job and was thanked for doing it for them. I was a proud cuckold!
It was only a couple weeks after my first Blowjob, I was on my knees, ass up in the air waiting for Becky's Bull to fuck me. Part of me thought how low can you go, yet another part kept saying, be proud that you are helping bringing her sexual satisfaction. Maybe not with my little cocklett, but with my submissiveness to her and her Bull's desires. I accepted his cock, not without some resistance, but with hopes this act of complete defilement, would provide the sexual satisfaction both had wanted from me. Afterwards with my ass sore from the almost 20-minute pounding, I was congratulated for submissively accepting the request, I was hugged and kissed by Becky, and was given a proper handshake and pat on the back from her Bull.
I now considered myself a complete cuckold. I was not a sissy, I was not gay, and I was not bi, but I was happy to honor their request anytime they wanted. I can't recount the number of loads of cum I swallowed, nor the number of times he fucked my upturned ass. I just remember the pleasure I provided for them. I was a proud cuckold!
My time with Becky lasted 16 months, then yet another base transfer.
1999 found me in Fort Knox, Kentucky. Nothing related to the armored division or "Tankers", we were just using the very back of the base for some testing and experiments. For the first time in a long time I was living off base. My *** decided to stay in Texas with my parents to finish school where he had started. It was an adjustment for me, yet no more sneaking around trying to hide a part of me I didn't want him to know.
This time it was a girl named, Sarah. She was a waitress at a little mom and pop café in Elizabethtown, just outside the base. We started dating and for the moment I thought she was ok with my "Little Situation". I soon found out how wrong I was.
One evening Sarah came to me with the "Honey we need to talk" speech. We had a fruitful conversation, without screaming or yelling, or accusations. We came to the conclusion, that yes, she wasn't sexually satisfied and needed to find someone who could satisfy her. I told her that I understood her feelings and would support her with enthusiasm. While in conversation with Sarah, I told her of some of the things I saw my wife and girlfriends do with their lovers. I told her the things I had done with them. To say she was shocked is an understatement. "You really sucked his cock? you let him fuck you"? she asked. She told me she knew some men enjoyed eating creampies, but had never met a straight man that sucked cock and was fucked by one. Well she did then. For the most part Sarah played very discretely and didn't try to bring any unwanted attention our way.
Billie Poster posted a thread called "Best Cuckold Moment". I had to think about that question for a little while. I am tempted to say that very first time with my wife, when she cuckold me. But, after careful thought I think you'll agree with me after reading this next segment of my story this was the ultimate cuckold moment for me.
While dating Sarah, I was promoted to the rank of LT. ( lieutenant ). I again was sent back to Camp Pendleton for more schooling and training on a new communication device. When I returned about 8 hours ahead of schedule, all I wanted to do was get home and get in bed for some hopefully peaceful *****. What awaited me in the living room on the pull-out sofa *******, was Sarah and a very young man. I later found out he was a "Tanker" doing some up training. But, what floored me was the fact he was just a PFC (Private First Class) in rank. As I was in uniform he just looked my way and said, "Hey LT, you're back early, you might want to go wait in the bedroom until we are finished here". I felt belittled, ashamed, and yes even confused. Yet, I went passed them heading towards our room. As I passed, Sarah told me, "We won't be long honey".
Sarah finally came into the room, PFC Calvert (as I learned his name) had dressed and left. I asked Sarah how she could do this with someone so much lower than my own rank. She explained what happens off base doesn't have to have anything with what goes on base, unless we wanted it to. So, the next 2 weeks were a hush hush type of affair as she entertained this young but sexually powerful PFC. PFC Calvert easily had the biggest cock I had ever seen in per***. He measured just under 10 inches and very thick. He was also a heavy cummer, I'm talking about a Peter North type cummer. Right about a month after Sarah started seeing him, she and him expressed interest in seeing me suck him off, and to try and take him up my ass. That night, I as a LT sucked off a PFC. Later that night after over an hour of trying, I was finally impaled with his big cock up my ass. The pain was excruciating and I literally thought he had ripped me into.
This had to be the Best Cuckold Moment for me, a PFC getting a Blowjob and fucking a LT, all the while my girlfriend watched and participated.
We all three talked and made promises that no mention of our little get togethers were to ever be brought up, as it would end my career as well as his. PFC Calvert was ****ed later that year in a "Friendly" training exercise at Fort Knox. So, unless I tell, my story will go to the grave with me.
In 2006 I was diagnosed with cancer, the type is not relevant here, After meeting with Army and military Dr's. it was decided they would allow me to ride a desk for the next 4 years to get my full 30 years in. In 2008 I was promoted again to the rank of Major, (I know I didn't mention my promotion to Captain, but it wasn't important), and in May of 2010 I retired from the Army with an Honorable discharge. I have not had a cuckold relationship with anyone since Sarah. Several one or two night stands, but that has been it. Do I miss it? Yes, every day. But being up on in age I feel like my time as an active cuckold has passed.
So, my advice to all cuckolds, whether you're a wannabe, fake, or pretending cuckold, is to remember what is great for one cuckold might not be for the next. So, don't get caught up in all the fictional stories on the internet. Not all Cuckoldress are 10's and believe it or not, not all Bulls have 10 plus inches swinging between their legs. Find your own happiness with being a cuckold, then accept it, embrace it, and try to enhance it.
Thanks for reading
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