Here's a story I posted on a cuckold forum a few years ago. Is it truth or fiction? My lips are sealed.
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Hello, my name is Jay. I'm 27 years old and I'm a former cuckold. Here is my rather long but exciting story. At the end, I ask for advice. You could skip the story and just answer my question, but I advise you to read every word. I get turned on just thinking about it.
As a teenager, I used to masturbate to porn, imagining the female porn star to be my wife cheating on me. I thought it was just an innocent fantasy and never believed it would materialise in my sex life.
I met Lucy at my former place of work three years ago. We clicked instantly. She was a fun, intelligent, kind and seemingly innocent 21 year old. She was insanely cute with the most gorgeous smile, beaming eyes and a sweet demeanour. She carried a slight bit of puppy fat (around her face and belly only) but had a hot ass and pretty much perfect tits. She was 5 foot 2 and very feminine, except for a slightly plain, tomboyish taste in clothes.
Two years into our relationship, we were talking marriage, cut our social life and were very comfortable together. We thought our sex life was perfectly fine. Although we were happy, Lucy wanted to take up an activity and get herself in better shape for me (even though I was more than happy with her body). So she joined a gym.
Within a month, she had lost almost a stone in weight and was becoming nicely toned. She always had admiring glances, but now men were eyeing her up everywhere. She began to radiate confidence and had developed a 'glow'. Sexy clothes were constantly being bought and Lucy wore them with complete pride, as opposed to the awkwardness she'd previously had. She reacquainted with old friends and met new ones. Her social life picked up dramatically and she started going clubbing again, on 'girls nights out' (wearing outfits that would make a whore blush). I got jealous and felt out of her loop, but she told me to be pleased for her. So I was.
One night, I had to go for a meal with work clients (about thirty miles away from my house), so I spent the night in a hotel before returning home the next morning. I was planning on showering and going back into work, but I bumped into my neighbour Tim who was washing his car.
'Good night last night?' he asked with a cheeky smirk and half wink.
'Yeah'.
He patted me on the shoulder. 'I bet you did. That Lucy's a loud one, isn't she?'
'Eh?!'
'You know... loud'. He then made high pitched orgasm sounds. I walked straight inside without saying a word to him.
I was crushed. I didn't return to work. I stayed at home crying and obsessing about the noises that Tim supposedly heard through the walls. I tried to convince myself that she was watching porn, or Tim was winding me up, but the evidence was too strong. Suddenly 'girl nights out' lost their innocence and I pieced together all clues I had been ignoring. Lucy was cheating on me.
She returned home later that evening. I had been planning to confront her and had spent most of the afternoon figuring out what I'd say. When she walked in, I froze. She was so sweet to me. Very affectionate, cooking me a nice meal and generally reminding me why I loved her so much. We had sex that night. I came within about three minutes, and proceeded to come twice more. That's the most I'd ever shot my load and the most I enjoyed sex with her.
In her company, I ignored her indiscretions and got lost in her wonderful presence. When apart, I cursed her and ran all of her possible cheating scenarios through my mind. I scoured the house for clues as to who she was fucking but came up with nothing. For the next week, she continued her trips out 'to see my friends'. One night, I asked to join her but she explained that her best friend Lisa was depressed about her asshole boyfriend so needed some female company.
I checked her mobile phone every chance I could get (when she had left it around the house) but it was usually empty - no text messages, no previous calls, no suspicious men in her phone book. That was until Friday night, when she showered before her night out 'clubbing'. A total of seven messages were in her inbox and sent folders - a text exchange with someone under the name 'Rachel'. Here it is (near enough) -
LUCY: I can't stop thinking about your big juicy cock. Hope my colleagues don't see the wet marks down my legs and on the floor.
RACHEL: You're obsessed, babe.
LUCY: Told you I'm falling in love with you.
RACHEL: Who can blame ya? Especially after last night's workout.
LUCY: Ha ha. I told Jay I'm limping because I fell on my ass while cleaning. But we know the truth
RACHEL: Don't worry. I'll soothe you tonight. It gets easier every time.
LUCY: Can't wait big boy xxx
I was shocked at this. Partly by the anal thing. I'd been with her two year and never got near her sweet asshole. I asked once but she said 'no way' so I dropped the idea. I became so jealous.
But mainly I was disturbed by the 'falling in love' line. I'd previously consoled myself with the notion that her other man was purely a sex thing, and that I'd always be in her heart. I guess her heart found room for one more. It hurt. Although I didn't acknowledge it at the time, my body was gushing with feelings of excitement and arousal. I felt alive. I felt interesting.
So obviously 'Rachel' was a fake name, so as to not get me suspicious if I checked her phone. I took down the number. Just after Lucy left for her night out (with him, clearly), I decided to ring 'Rachel'. I was planning to pose as a market researcher to find out his identity, but I didn't need to. It went straight to answer phone. Male voice, as suspected -
'This is Shane [surname left out for privacy reasons]. Leave a message'.
I Googled him, and due to his uncommon surname I was fairly sure I had identified him. He was listed on a gym's website as a master trainer. The gym that Lucy had recently joined.
The next day, I went into Lucy's gym and asked to look around with a view to joining. I soon saw a trainer with 'Shane' on his namebadge. I'm a good looking guy, but Shane made me feel as desirable as syphillis. He was 6 foot 4, lightly tanned and had a professional rower's physique. His face was clear and youthful but his well defined cheekbones gave him a masculine edge. Instinctively, I peeked at his package. There was a huge bulge quite far down his shorts, but I tried to convince myself it was just the ripple of fabric.
He was standing with two giggling, wide eyed female trainers who seemed mesmerised by his every word. It was almost comical how eager for him they looked. I noticed several girls walk past and double-take at him. Two hottie standing in the free weights area were pointing at him like smitten schoolgirls. I hated him already. But I had to meet him.
'Excuse me, do you do personal training?' I squeaked nervously. I was emasculated just being near him. I felt just as nervous as I would when asking girls out as a teenager.
Without a word, he led me to his gym desk and opened his schedule pad. He flipped three pages filled with a time chart. Lucy's name was in several squares. His clients were predominately female.
'Fully booked for three weeks but I give priority to my regular clients. You best speak to another trainer'.
He spoke with asshole bluntness but great confidence. It did nothing to decrease my envy. I was hoping he'd be an ugly loser, not a fucking alpha male stud. I cried again that night. I wanted to confront Lucy but I was too scared she'd tell me just how good he was. I was scared she'd leave me.
Over the next few weeks, Lucy was far less careful in playing away. Once she called me 'Shane', another day I kissed her and her breath tasted of sperm (she never swallowed for me!), I found a used condom in our toilet (unflushed), she spent more time away from me... there were loads of other things too.
She arranged a double date with us, Shane and her best friend Lisa. He didn't seem to remember me from our gym meeting. Seeing them interact was heart breaking. Her eyes never left him and they seemed to swap between playful banter and soft pillow talk all night. At one point, I spied her stocking clad foot teasing the monster bulging from his jeans. A very sexy image, and I got hard as a rock but didn't acknowledge why I was so turned on. I was in denial.
Lisa was contantly touching Shane and complimenting him, but his attention was firmly on Lucy (I don't blame him... Lisa had 1/1000th of Lucy's sexiness). Lisa became discouraged and awkward. When going to the bar together, Shane gave Lucy's tight ass a spank. She feigned offence but was soon back to looking at him lovingly. Lisa gave me a pitiful stare as if to say 'oh poor you. Your girlfriend's fucking the hottest stud around'.
I couldn't believe how blatent they were being around me. Later that night, Lucy said she was sleeping over at Lisa's because they want to catch a chick flick together. Like the sap I was, I let her go without a word. I knew where she really was.
It would soon get worse. One night, a slightly drunk Lucy and I had a rather uninspiring fuck. She used to just lie there - no moans, no yelps, maybe the occasional 'I love you' or 'Oh yeah, this is good'. By this point, she didn't even bother saying anything. She just let me masturbate inside her. I was coming a lot quicker lately, but I couldn't admit to myself why that was. In truth, I was picturing her and Shane together.
We kissed each other good night and I soon drifted off to sleep. I was woken up at 3AM by car lights shining through my bedroom window. Lucy was no longer by my side.
I heard keys jangle and the house door open. A deep voice contrasted with a high pitched voice. It was Lucy and Shane. Couldn't believe she'd given him our house key. I crawled out of bed and carefully opened my bedroom door so I could hear better.
I heard Lucy's sweet giggles, the puckering of lips on lips (and no doubt on other body parts), many 'shhh!'s and a conversation that I could just about understand. Basically, Lucy was saying stuff like 'this is so wrong. I'm so naughty'. Shane was saying 'let's wake the little boy up and he can watch you lick my cum while I finger your asshole' or something. Lucy was in hysterics but pleaded with him not too.
Then they went quiet for a bit. This is always the most depressing bit for a cuckold listening in on your unfaithful partner - those moments where you're wondering what's going on and pondering the nastiness that you can't see.
All of a sudden, Lucy started gently moaning. I was both relieved and disappointed. I expected her to be a little more 'vocal', from the way my neighbour Tim spoke about her sex noises and what I dreaded his cock and sexual prowess would be like.
After a couple of minutes, Lucy yelped 'Put it in me'. She begun wailing like a banshee. It was worse than I feared. Obviously his cock hadn't penetrated her when she was lightly moaning. Now it had, and she was moaning so loud she probably woke up the entire town. I had heard a few screamers on porn but this was just ridiculous. It largely sounded like she was in agony but every now and then the pace slowed and her screams gave way to melodic, feminine gasps of ecstacy. When she could get her breath, she made some comments. 'I can't believe it'. 'You're fucking huge'. 'My big fucking boy'. 'I love you Shane'. 'That's hot'. 'Own it'. 'Slow down, you're tearing me up'. 'You sexy sexy man'. 'Oh my God'. She was overwhelmed with passion. Surely she didn't expect me not to hear? Then again, she was drunk. She'd soon be cum drunk.
During the action, I masturbated twice and never even bothered to clean up the mess.
I slammed the bedroom door shut (hard so they could hear, but they didn't seem to) and recoiled back in bed. Although horny as hell and eager to see them fuck, I was an emotional wreck. I burst into floods of tears and thought that me and Lucy were over. They carried on banging. Lucy's 'I love you Shane' made my tears intensify.
I reached for my iPod (with earphones) and played a depressing Staind song. I could still hear them fucking so put the volume up until my music drowned out their music. I soon fell back to sleep. I have no idea how long they were going at it, but I'd guess at least an hour and a half.
The next few days were hell. I was going through much turmoil, working out what to do about Lucy and whether or not I actually was turned on by her cheating. I was seeing less and less of her, and I actually missed her.
I wondered whether Lucy knew I knew about her and Shane - that's why she was so obvious, maybe. She later told me that she had no idea I knew, but was so horny and senseless that she didn't consider me at all.
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Hello, my name is Jay. I'm 27 years old and I'm a former cuckold. Here is my rather long but exciting story. At the end, I ask for advice. You could skip the story and just answer my question, but I advise you to read every word. I get turned on just thinking about it.
As a teenager, I used to masturbate to porn, imagining the female porn star to be my wife cheating on me. I thought it was just an innocent fantasy and never believed it would materialise in my sex life.
I met Lucy at my former place of work three years ago. We clicked instantly. She was a fun, intelligent, kind and seemingly innocent 21 year old. She was insanely cute with the most gorgeous smile, beaming eyes and a sweet demeanour. She carried a slight bit of puppy fat (around her face and belly only) but had a hot ass and pretty much perfect tits. She was 5 foot 2 and very feminine, except for a slightly plain, tomboyish taste in clothes.
Two years into our relationship, we were talking marriage, cut our social life and were very comfortable together. We thought our sex life was perfectly fine. Although we were happy, Lucy wanted to take up an activity and get herself in better shape for me (even though I was more than happy with her body). So she joined a gym.
Within a month, she had lost almost a stone in weight and was becoming nicely toned. She always had admiring glances, but now men were eyeing her up everywhere. She began to radiate confidence and had developed a 'glow'. Sexy clothes were constantly being bought and Lucy wore them with complete pride, as opposed to the awkwardness she'd previously had. She reacquainted with old friends and met new ones. Her social life picked up dramatically and she started going clubbing again, on 'girls nights out' (wearing outfits that would make a whore blush). I got jealous and felt out of her loop, but she told me to be pleased for her. So I was.
One night, I had to go for a meal with work clients (about thirty miles away from my house), so I spent the night in a hotel before returning home the next morning. I was planning on showering and going back into work, but I bumped into my neighbour Tim who was washing his car.
'Good night last night?' he asked with a cheeky smirk and half wink.
'Yeah'.
He patted me on the shoulder. 'I bet you did. That Lucy's a loud one, isn't she?'
'Eh?!'
'You know... loud'. He then made high pitched orgasm sounds. I walked straight inside without saying a word to him.
I was crushed. I didn't return to work. I stayed at home crying and obsessing about the noises that Tim supposedly heard through the walls. I tried to convince myself that she was watching porn, or Tim was winding me up, but the evidence was too strong. Suddenly 'girl nights out' lost their innocence and I pieced together all clues I had been ignoring. Lucy was cheating on me.
She returned home later that evening. I had been planning to confront her and had spent most of the afternoon figuring out what I'd say. When she walked in, I froze. She was so sweet to me. Very affectionate, cooking me a nice meal and generally reminding me why I loved her so much. We had sex that night. I came within about three minutes, and proceeded to come twice more. That's the most I'd ever shot my load and the most I enjoyed sex with her.
In her company, I ignored her indiscretions and got lost in her wonderful presence. When apart, I cursed her and ran all of her possible cheating scenarios through my mind. I scoured the house for clues as to who she was fucking but came up with nothing. For the next week, she continued her trips out 'to see my friends'. One night, I asked to join her but she explained that her best friend Lisa was depressed about her asshole boyfriend so needed some female company.
I checked her mobile phone every chance I could get (when she had left it around the house) but it was usually empty - no text messages, no previous calls, no suspicious men in her phone book. That was until Friday night, when she showered before her night out 'clubbing'. A total of seven messages were in her inbox and sent folders - a text exchange with someone under the name 'Rachel'. Here it is (near enough) -
LUCY: I can't stop thinking about your big juicy cock. Hope my colleagues don't see the wet marks down my legs and on the floor.
RACHEL: You're obsessed, babe.
LUCY: Told you I'm falling in love with you.
RACHEL: Who can blame ya? Especially after last night's workout.
LUCY: Ha ha. I told Jay I'm limping because I fell on my ass while cleaning. But we know the truth
RACHEL: Don't worry. I'll soothe you tonight. It gets easier every time.
LUCY: Can't wait big boy xxx
I was shocked at this. Partly by the anal thing. I'd been with her two year and never got near her sweet asshole. I asked once but she said 'no way' so I dropped the idea. I became so jealous.
But mainly I was disturbed by the 'falling in love' line. I'd previously consoled myself with the notion that her other man was purely a sex thing, and that I'd always be in her heart. I guess her heart found room for one more. It hurt. Although I didn't acknowledge it at the time, my body was gushing with feelings of excitement and arousal. I felt alive. I felt interesting.
So obviously 'Rachel' was a fake name, so as to not get me suspicious if I checked her phone. I took down the number. Just after Lucy left for her night out (with him, clearly), I decided to ring 'Rachel'. I was planning to pose as a market researcher to find out his identity, but I didn't need to. It went straight to answer phone. Male voice, as suspected -
'This is Shane [surname left out for privacy reasons]. Leave a message'.
I Googled him, and due to his uncommon surname I was fairly sure I had identified him. He was listed on a gym's website as a master trainer. The gym that Lucy had recently joined.
The next day, I went into Lucy's gym and asked to look around with a view to joining. I soon saw a trainer with 'Shane' on his namebadge. I'm a good looking guy, but Shane made me feel as desirable as syphillis. He was 6 foot 4, lightly tanned and had a professional rower's physique. His face was clear and youthful but his well defined cheekbones gave him a masculine edge. Instinctively, I peeked at his package. There was a huge bulge quite far down his shorts, but I tried to convince myself it was just the ripple of fabric.
He was standing with two giggling, wide eyed female trainers who seemed mesmerised by his every word. It was almost comical how eager for him they looked. I noticed several girls walk past and double-take at him. Two hottie standing in the free weights area were pointing at him like smitten schoolgirls. I hated him already. But I had to meet him.
'Excuse me, do you do personal training?' I squeaked nervously. I was emasculated just being near him. I felt just as nervous as I would when asking girls out as a teenager.
Without a word, he led me to his gym desk and opened his schedule pad. He flipped three pages filled with a time chart. Lucy's name was in several squares. His clients were predominately female.
'Fully booked for three weeks but I give priority to my regular clients. You best speak to another trainer'.
He spoke with asshole bluntness but great confidence. It did nothing to decrease my envy. I was hoping he'd be an ugly loser, not a fucking alpha male stud. I cried again that night. I wanted to confront Lucy but I was too scared she'd tell me just how good he was. I was scared she'd leave me.
Over the next few weeks, Lucy was far less careful in playing away. Once she called me 'Shane', another day I kissed her and her breath tasted of sperm (she never swallowed for me!), I found a used condom in our toilet (unflushed), she spent more time away from me... there were loads of other things too.
She arranged a double date with us, Shane and her best friend Lisa. He didn't seem to remember me from our gym meeting. Seeing them interact was heart breaking. Her eyes never left him and they seemed to swap between playful banter and soft pillow talk all night. At one point, I spied her stocking clad foot teasing the monster bulging from his jeans. A very sexy image, and I got hard as a rock but didn't acknowledge why I was so turned on. I was in denial.
Lisa was contantly touching Shane and complimenting him, but his attention was firmly on Lucy (I don't blame him... Lisa had 1/1000th of Lucy's sexiness). Lisa became discouraged and awkward. When going to the bar together, Shane gave Lucy's tight ass a spank. She feigned offence but was soon back to looking at him lovingly. Lisa gave me a pitiful stare as if to say 'oh poor you. Your girlfriend's fucking the hottest stud around'.
I couldn't believe how blatent they were being around me. Later that night, Lucy said she was sleeping over at Lisa's because they want to catch a chick flick together. Like the sap I was, I let her go without a word. I knew where she really was.
It would soon get worse. One night, a slightly drunk Lucy and I had a rather uninspiring fuck. She used to just lie there - no moans, no yelps, maybe the occasional 'I love you' or 'Oh yeah, this is good'. By this point, she didn't even bother saying anything. She just let me masturbate inside her. I was coming a lot quicker lately, but I couldn't admit to myself why that was. In truth, I was picturing her and Shane together.
We kissed each other good night and I soon drifted off to sleep. I was woken up at 3AM by car lights shining through my bedroom window. Lucy was no longer by my side.
I heard keys jangle and the house door open. A deep voice contrasted with a high pitched voice. It was Lucy and Shane. Couldn't believe she'd given him our house key. I crawled out of bed and carefully opened my bedroom door so I could hear better.
I heard Lucy's sweet giggles, the puckering of lips on lips (and no doubt on other body parts), many 'shhh!'s and a conversation that I could just about understand. Basically, Lucy was saying stuff like 'this is so wrong. I'm so naughty'. Shane was saying 'let's wake the little boy up and he can watch you lick my cum while I finger your asshole' or something. Lucy was in hysterics but pleaded with him not too.
Then they went quiet for a bit. This is always the most depressing bit for a cuckold listening in on your unfaithful partner - those moments where you're wondering what's going on and pondering the nastiness that you can't see.
All of a sudden, Lucy started gently moaning. I was both relieved and disappointed. I expected her to be a little more 'vocal', from the way my neighbour Tim spoke about her sex noises and what I dreaded his cock and sexual prowess would be like.
After a couple of minutes, Lucy yelped 'Put it in me'. She begun wailing like a banshee. It was worse than I feared. Obviously his cock hadn't penetrated her when she was lightly moaning. Now it had, and she was moaning so loud she probably woke up the entire town. I had heard a few screamers on porn but this was just ridiculous. It largely sounded like she was in agony but every now and then the pace slowed and her screams gave way to melodic, feminine gasps of ecstacy. When she could get her breath, she made some comments. 'I can't believe it'. 'You're fucking huge'. 'My big fucking boy'. 'I love you Shane'. 'That's hot'. 'Own it'. 'Slow down, you're tearing me up'. 'You sexy sexy man'. 'Oh my God'. She was overwhelmed with passion. Surely she didn't expect me not to hear? Then again, she was drunk. She'd soon be cum drunk.
During the action, I masturbated twice and never even bothered to clean up the mess.
I slammed the bedroom door shut (hard so they could hear, but they didn't seem to) and recoiled back in bed. Although horny as hell and eager to see them fuck, I was an emotional wreck. I burst into floods of tears and thought that me and Lucy were over. They carried on banging. Lucy's 'I love you Shane' made my tears intensify.
I reached for my iPod (with earphones) and played a depressing Staind song. I could still hear them fucking so put the volume up until my music drowned out their music. I soon fell back to sleep. I have no idea how long they were going at it, but I'd guess at least an hour and a half.
The next few days were hell. I was going through much turmoil, working out what to do about Lucy and whether or not I actually was turned on by her cheating. I was seeing less and less of her, and I actually missed her.
I wondered whether Lucy knew I knew about her and Shane - that's why she was so obvious, maybe. She later told me that she had no idea I knew, but was so horny and senseless that she didn't consider me at all.
