Chapter 1: Cuckolding: The Married Man

I read story after story about cuckolding, and can't get over it. What is the matter with these guys? Their wives are using them just to gain sexual satisfaction and they for some reason can't see it. They think the wives are doing it for them. What a crock of shit.

I'm writing this story from a little apartment where I now live by myself. I am mainly writing this story to warn husbands about cuckolding and being a wimp.

My story begins many years ago when I first met Mary. We were both young back then and began dating. We had so much fun together. As far as I know she was a virgin before meeting me. I on the other hand had a couple of sexual experiences. After dating for over a year she became pregnant. We really loved each other and got married and had a good sex life. In our younger days we couldn't get enough of each other. We tried just about every sexual position that we could think up.

Some we liked, some we didn't much care for. We watched porno tapes together and it really turned us on. We had a lot of close friends but we would never swing or cheat on one another. About the closest we every got was, after some of the parties, we would make love in one room while our friends did it in another. I never watched my friends fuck their wives. Not that I didn't want to but if I watched them then they would probably want to watch Mary and me, and I really didn't want that. I never liked the payback idea.

As far as I know they might have watched us but I really didn't want them telling me they saw my wife's personal parts; it's just not my bag. At some of the parties when we got a little drunk I know I grabbed a few asses and boobs, especially in the pools. I'm sure that Mary was felt up a few times too but never mentioned it to me, knowing I wouldn't like it. If things ever went too far with Mary I know she would take care of the situation. She was a strong woman.

She was and still is a good looking woman. I love for guys to admire her but I don't want their hands or any other part of their body touching her. She was my woman and I was her man and almost everyone envied our life.

Three kids later she was still looking good. Now we had four rug rats, 2 boys and 2 girls. We had a great family life, we did a lot of family outings and were close. We were pretty outgoing and still enjoyed our life with and without the kids.

At the writing of this story two of our kids were out of the house and on their own. Another was still in college and staying on campus. The youngest was a girl who was a senior in high school who lived at home but was always on the run. After the kids were born our sex life changed dramatically. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone with kids. They take up a lot of your time, for a woman most of it. Mary was a really good mother and did all the events. Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Girl scouts, Band Parent, football mother, she was really involved in the kids lives. I was pretty involved too, but not quite as much as Mary was.

So I guess you can see why our love life decreased a lot. We still made love but not with as much intensity. We usually kissed a little, had some foreplay and we fucked and usually both came. Nothing really special, but it was still good. Every once in awhile after a special occasion we might get a little more active but nothing out of the ordinary.

After awhile we had fewer parent duties and started to get back into more loving. After being married more then 25 yrs there weren't a lot of new things to try. Also when you start to get older, you get pains. Nothing like a 'Charlie horse' in the middle of an orgasm. I still enjoyed our sex no matter how mundane it was.

We started to relive some of our old fantasies. Remember they are fantasies but we all have them. I remember after a party how I told her every man there wanted to get their hands on her ass. She asked, "Really?" I said, "Of course. I knew they wanted to get in your pants. I could hear them talking about you until I went up to them, then they would clam up and change the subject."

This was standard guy talk. We all do it. We say "Man, I'd like to stick it to her" or "I bet she would be a hell of a fuck." Do we mean it? Sure, of course we do, but we don't do it because we know the consequences of the action. For a 5 minute fuck we would ruin the rest of our lives. If our wives found out, we would be in divorce court. What man wouldn't want to have a strange piece of ass now and then? But are you willing to pay the consequences? That's the big question.

I'm sure women talk similarly. I know I hear them say "He could park his shoes under my bed anytime". I believe they mean it too. Why not; it's just a fantasy. Men don't own fantasy land. I am a guy but I know they must get hot under the panties also. But again, are they willing to pay the consequences? I believe that's why there are so many divorces. Too many take the chance. The men think with their dick and the women with their pussies. It might sound vulgar but that's what I believe. Everyone is tempted in the real world; it's how you deal with that temptation that counts.

Back to our love making, Mary looked at me and I asked, "Does that make you hot knowing other men want you?" It's funny how people seem to tell the truth when their defenses are down.

She said, "God, it's going to make me cum." (new paragraph) And cum she did. When she came, it made me hotter too and I gave her a hell of a load. Damn, it was good.

During our lovemaking we talked more and more about fantasies. Fantasies are good, as long as you don't live them out; then they become problems. Our fantasies included group sex, black men, black women, wild parties, getting stoned, anything and everything. They were fantasies and they made us hot. It was like saying you wanted to fuck every good looking female movie star, and she could fuck every male movie star of her dreams. It was fantasies and made us hot. I didn't want her fucking any movie star any more than the man in the moon. But it made us want each other more.

For me, it made me the man, the macho man. I decided in my fantasy who fucked who. I was the master and she was my slave. Who wouldn't like to have total control of their women? But again this is a fantasy.

In real life, I wanted a loving caring wife whom I could share all my thoughts, likes and dislikes with. I wanted her to be my best friend. My totally trusted friend who was mine and mine alone. After all she was also the mother of my children and I know they wouldn't want to share her with anyone either.

We didn't talk much about our love and fantasy life unless we were in the throes of passion. I did tell her that our fantasies were just that and that I really loved the caring loving wife. She often smiled at me and kissed me.