Some folks on Reddit wanted to hear the true story of my first wife cheating and cucking me, and like the much abbreviated version of this. After spending another two weeks in hospital, I decided that it was time to air most, if not all of the dirty laundry and post it here. It's a cautionary tale... some might find the cuck cheating wife elements hot, or at least interesting, and an equal number will declare the author to be a complete idiot. I agree with both.
Vanessa had never thought that growing up would be that complicated. As if the emotional ups and downs caused by hormonal changes weren't enough, there were also her mother's one hundred and one rules about what a decent girl was supposed to do and not to do. And there were her boyfriend Nick's demands which tried to pull her in the opposite direction. It seemed that her only source of comfort was her poodle Tony. Or did he complicate things even further?
Some musings on choices that I may, or may not have to make. This was written mostly as an experiment for myself. I have a theory that if I put some of my more overwhelming fantasies to "paper" it has a tendency to return them to a more normal intensity rather than somewhat of an obsession. If anybody else enjoys reading it, or any of my other postings, so much the better.