When Did You First Know You Were a Cuckold?

When were your moments of revelation that you were a cuckold?

Mine came when I was in college, 20 or so years old and I was living with my girlfriend Donna in an apartment we rented together. She decided to go to summer school and I had to go home for the summer to work. We agreed that I would visit every weekend. Around the 4th of July, I was there and after some great sex, she got up to do some homework. As I lay there in our bed, I noticed something shiny and gold in the wastebasket. Looking more closely, I noticed it was a condom wrapper. Donna had gone off birth control pills that summer and we were using condoms, but that wasn't the package for the kind we used.

I knew right then and there that another man had been in our bed riding Donna. Part of me was mad, I admit, but part of me was fascinated and excited. I was ashamed of those latter feelings and was in turmoil that I could even think that way. I was being defeated by another man, probably one that was laughing at me while he humped my woman.

I didn't say anything to Donna, but I did pull that condom package out of the wastebasket. When I left Sunday night, I took it with me and masturbated looking at it the rest of the week. It was right there, physical proof of my woman's infidelity and I was accepting it and excited about it.

I could not wait for friday to come around. The first chance I had, I was in our bedroom and looking in the wastebasket. There were four condom wrappers there, but this time, they were from the kind that I used. The man was fucking my girlfriend and using the condoms I bought to do it. A wave of offense and excitement broke over me. The macho part of me struggled against it and said that I could not accept this.

As I sat there, I wondered how Donna could be so careless. Maybe she wanted me to know. Summing up my courage, I went out to the kitchen with the wrappers in my hand and said, "So, what's this all about." She looked very nervous and her face turned red. She said, Oh John, I am so sorry" and she did it because she was so lonely. I made her tell me exactly what happened. Exactly. She asked for forgiveness, which I gave her, afraid to tell her that I had never loved a woman more in my life than I loved her right then and wanted her more than ever.

We had great sex all weekend, with me continually thinking about what she had told me. I could not find a way to come right out and say it, but when I was leaving on Sunday, I took the condom box out of the bathroom and put it next to the bed. When she saw that, she sort of gave me a questioning look and I said, "You might need those during the week."

She gave me a big farewell kiss and I left, both of us knowing exactly what I was-a cuckold.

I loved watchong my wife suck and fuck with her lover. She was nervous and shy for the first few months but slowly became more comfortable with him. I was always the one suggesting inviting him over but one day she suggested it on her own.
Months later, she asked if she could meet him alone during the day. I agreed and the next day she was in a motel with him. I sat at my desk in work, my cock itching, thinking about what they might be doing. It was that day that I realized i was a cuck and knew that she preferred his cock over mine.

As my wife has said many times I didnt have much choice in the matter, she was overseas and she was falling in love with another man.I knew it was happening I was losing her to this man. Call it a gut feeling but also the words in emails and phone calls changed, also the tone in her voice when she talked abou her plutonic friend,(I could sense the emotional connection they shared by her sweetness she conveyed about her lover) and the topic of emotions popped up at times when she gushed about Larry. I cried and begged her to be honest, I needed to know all the details of thier relationship to feed my desires to be a submissive sisy femme fag that I was fantasizing about while I relentlesly stroked my inadequate little cock. When she came home for R&R after the affair started she had no intrest in fucking me at all where as before thats all we did when she was home on her first R&R 4 monthe earlier. Then when she came home after her tour was over she was not the same, our sex life was not the same there was something that was just not getting her hot as before her deployment. I believed I had lost my wifes sexual desires to another man and I still needed to hear about it. Thats when I raided her email and found the proof I needed to confront her.

She was shocked, mad and well pissed that I had invaded her privacy and her special relationship with Larry by snooping. She ordered me to dress in lingerie before she would start confessing which I did as she ordered so I could finally get the truth and fulfill my fantasy of my sife loving another man and becoming a femme sissy fag to serve her and her lover. Well once she started she lit a cigarette and started playing with my cock through the silky panties and lingeris and I grew very hard and hot for mor details of her affair. She told me that she loved the man she had her affair with and that I was not man enough to satisfy her needs. Jeanne looked at me more in the way of a femme and sissy who loved silky soft things, and loved serving her as I always did. although she would always love me in a best girlfriend kind of way and would never leave me for anyone. She said I would always have a place in her life to serve her as a sissy faggot and clean up cum slut. Well that sealed it for me the more she told me all about them, (there were 3 men) and what my new role as her sissy fag femmed cuckold would be like for the rest of my life. Then she went on telling the love she felt for her lover and his much larger cock made her feel like a real woman and she loved the roughness of him as a man. His powerful way he took her virgin ass and the way his cum would feel as he filled her over and over again almost daily for 6 months. Well I then I came in my panties! Jeanne laughed and said I was such a little faggot that it was no wonder that I would cum so soon with out much manual stimulation from hearing about how a real man and a few others now own her pussy ass and mouth.

So today I serve her and a new boyfriend almost weekly she has me suck ber boyfriends cock and lick his asshole while they play but only at her command I am allowed to stroke my small clitty and if she feels pitty on me while they are fucking she sucks me for like a minute then tells me that she doesn't want or know why she sucks such a small little fag clitty. I usually loose my cum about then as I love her being a cruel nasty cheating wife I crave offense and can not cum anymore with out hearing her express her love and desires for the real men in her sex life.

The feelings at first in this whole affair thing were a true test of my love for her and I think being denied the knowledge and truth about her affair and love for her other man is what deep down in side me turned me in to the sissy I am today It made me feel totally emasculated and inferior in our relationship and is the single biggest reamister I am what I am today... a SISSY FAG WHIMP HUSBAND! .... Sissy Fag Jess
I have finally decided to take control (total) and have sissy in panties daily lock sissy in her CB 6000s for good. No more feeling sorry after a few weeks and no more giving into her pleas for mercy! Welcome the NEW MISTRESS!

Some people have asked what Donna looked like. I have a picture of her that a lover of hers took during this time, which was a number of years ago. She was 21-22 at the time of the picture and had already made me a cuckold many times over. Even though the picture is old, I have to block her face. Sorry.

Donna

damn, that's a horny gurl
what a hairy bush and her nice tiny tits
luv 2 c more of that beautiful nasty gurl

I knew, when, after breaking up with my high school sweetheart for a while, I saw her at a party. She disappeared with the host of the party who was older and a more macho type. I looked around for her, and when I came to a locked door, I called out to her through the door. He answered not to worry about her, but I persisted. She then told me the same thing, and to leave her alone as we were broken up.
I left, very jealous and mad. Later, she came knocking on my window, wanting to talk. She basically told me to not embarras her like that again. I tried to ask her what went on, and finally she told me they made out.
Pissed, I wrote her off and walked away. But for some reamister the image of her and him did not only make me jealous, it made me hard as a rock that night. I jacked off, utterly confused. It became my foremost visualization over the next couple of weeks, pulling my pud, and progressing the story in my mind to where she was probably sucking him off when I first knocked which is why she didnt answer right away.
A few weeks later, after a fight with him, she called me and invited me over.
She told me she was sorry for the way she treated me and explained that it was an infatuation. We got closer, and soon I was working my mouth down her body. She was moaning and groaning like a cat in heat, but stopped me as I reached her pussy.
"doesn't it bother you that I was with him?" she asked.
"A little, but I'm trying not to think of it right now" I lied. That seemed to be the only thing I could think about.
"Are you sure? Do you still love me?"
"I do. Even more." I said, working a finger into her dripping pussy.
"Are you sure you're not mad at me? Even if I was with him today?"
There was a pause. I circled my finger over her clit slowly in the silence.
"it just makes me appreciate more that you're here with me now".
With that she grabbed my hair and pushed my face toward her pussy. I licked and licked and she came and came. I was jacking off while kneeling on the floor, eating her worn pussy.
after her third orgasm, she tolde she wanted to do me now. I told her I already came. "just from doing me?" she asked.
"Just from doing you." I said.
"Did I, um, taste funny?"
"Sort of, but that's okay." I said.
"Seems like it was more than okay." she smiled.
We didnt stay together much longer, but she would never let me fuck her. She would, however, let me eat her, then she would suck me, then kisse with the cum still in her mouth.

Someone asked me what was the most humiliating situation that I was in with her soon after surrendering to being a cuckold. We were both 21-22 years old and her family was friends with another family that had a 18 year old mister. She had sex with him on a number of occasions before he left for college and I was there for some of it. Very embarrassing when you are that age and an 18 year old is humping your girlfriend.

I knew about 2 years after her affair with my wife's boss (ex-boss now), when I was inside her...we were talking about our fantasy and she told me she'd been getting regularly bedded by him for several months....yes, i came in seconds

Guess the direct answer to your question is when I parted my wife's pussy lips and guided my boss's dick in! After that I stood back and got the classic view of my wife's parted thighs and a strange arse humping her. A view that was repeated mabny times over the years

As I said before, when Donna made me a cuckold, it was twenty years ago and there were not all the websites about it or I didn't know about them if there were. It was maybe even more humiliating because I did not know how many others "suffered" the same fate. She loved the freedom of it she said and the variety. Donna loved to be eaten and, of course, that led to me "cleaning" her. She loved to sit in a chair and have me kneel in front of me. She would take me by the ears and pull me to her filled pussy. As I lapped up her lover's cum, she would tell me what they did. She said she had the best orgasms of her life while we did this.

Some men are natural bulls, I believe. Other men are natural cuckolds and the rest fall in between. This group in the middle can go either way, most probably tending towards bulls, but some meet a certain woman at a certain time and are reduced to leftovers. Some of those find it excites them. That latter group is me, although it was a struggle to accept that other men would ride my woman.

The first woman that cuckolded me, I knew then but only later admitted to myself, was Jan. We met when we were 16. She was dating a guy that went to college. What does it say about her that she would see him on the weekends when he came home and see me during the week. She teased me mercilessly for months, letting me get farther and farther, but never where I was dying to be. When her other boyfriend came home for a weekend, I had had to stand aside. I loved her, as much as a high school kid can love, but this other guy would come in and own her for the weekend. Perfect cuckold training I guess. She would never say if they had sex and at night, on those weekends, I would lay in bed in agony, thinking about her under him, excited by the idea and hating the idea at the same time.

We broke up a few times, but always got back together, but we did not fuck until two years later. That first time, she laid on her back for me, like I imagined she laid on her back for him, legs spread. I positioned myself, ready for the heaven that waited. As my dick reached her pussy and felt her wetness, yes, you guessed it, I came, came in torrents, hip bucking uncontrollable torrents. She thought it was funny and said, "Oh John, you will have to learn to do better than that." I did, but I had to crawl through mud to learn it.