Possibly a cuckold
I was with this girl some years ago. We took ages to get along in bed as she was super prude and no touchy at all in everyday life, plus she was obsessed with being all clean before even start thinking of fucking. So we had to stop foreplay to take a shower before getting "serious" quite often.
The months passed and I got to know her entourage, his male friends with whom she was very touchy when I, as a boyfriend, had to spend months before getting to touch her freely. Plus, confessions about her past came, about how when she was younger (we were in our twenties) she happened to drunk fuck some strangers without any protection. She also explained that for her it was a peculiar experience to start doing foreplay with me because she was used to ONS where the men told her how to act and what to do. With me she was over excited with the feeling of my dick throbbing inside her when I was coming, but condom was a must, and the one time we had a "problem" (some minor unrolling) she went just nuts. She scared me, I thought she was having a nervous breakdown about that.
Consider that she was drunk quite often, and when we fucked while she was drunk - oh boy - the day after she didn't remember about sex at all.
I also noticed that when drunk she had this frequent attitude which made her ignore me in best cases, mock me in worst scenarios (criticizing my lack of manhood or whatever...). But when drunk she was also super flirty with almost everyone besides me.
This many elements made difficult for us to bond, and we started to get more and more distant. Besides those strange attitudes when drunk, she started going out more and more often with her friends and come back home later and later when she did her girls nights out.
I had this "friend" (a guy a knew, and used to hang out with from time to time and I introduced to her) that broke up with his girlfriend. As we were in college, people used to study in the library, the usual things. Every time I wasn't around she started being seen with this "friend" of mine. I discussed about that with her, and she told me "he just needs someone to support him through the breakup, and I'm just helping a friend of yours with that".
Long story short, some weeks later I came back to visit my family for the weekend, and coming back to college a friend (true friend this time) reported seeing the two coming back to her dorm after a night out. I argued with both of them and they both denied that they slept together and they just randomly met outside the bar and decided to leave together. She tried to put the blame on him telling me that he wanted to get in her room, and he tried to put the blame on her telling that she invited him in her room.
A couple of weeks after I had to go visit my parents once again and when I come back she goes: "honey, the strangest thing happened to me when I was out with my friends, a guy joined our table and after some small talk asked me to have sex". And what did you do? "I told her I have a boyfriend, but after a while the bar closed and I invited him at my place to end the conversation properly. I totally understand if you are angry, but I didn't do a thing with him, we were a little drunk but I behaved myself".
After that I broke up with her. But it was only moths later. In the meantime we were having the best sex we ever had because thinking of her fucked by my friend and by other guys made me super hard. I was thinking about her being drunk and getting fucked without protection like she used to, and come back to me the day after without remembering a thing. I also fantasized about her doing that with me watching, this is when I started to think I might be a cuckold. Knowing that she might have fucked other people while being with me was definitely more a turn on than a reason for anger.
But as I told, after some more moths of seeing her drunk-flirt with strangers while ignoring and mocking me, and being over servile with any other man but me I decided to quit her. I recall for example a moment when we were at a BBQ where we knew less than half of the people, and this unknown guy started to mumbling about the fact that he'd like to drink some wine (when we had dozens of packs of beer), and she went buy the wine. It was unexplainable to me.
The love was undoubtedly gone (if ever was it there), but I still think of this experience with some regret. Perhaps if I managed the situation differently I could have been an happy cuckold by now.
Comments/recommendations/DMs are welcome!
The months passed and I got to know her entourage, his male friends with whom she was very touchy when I, as a boyfriend, had to spend months before getting to touch her freely. Plus, confessions about her past came, about how when she was younger (we were in our twenties) she happened to drunk fuck some strangers without any protection. She also explained that for her it was a peculiar experience to start doing foreplay with me because she was used to ONS where the men told her how to act and what to do. With me she was over excited with the feeling of my dick throbbing inside her when I was coming, but condom was a must, and the one time we had a "problem" (some minor unrolling) she went just nuts. She scared me, I thought she was having a nervous breakdown about that.
Consider that she was drunk quite often, and when we fucked while she was drunk - oh boy - the day after she didn't remember about sex at all.
I also noticed that when drunk she had this frequent attitude which made her ignore me in best cases, mock me in worst scenarios (criticizing my lack of manhood or whatever...). But when drunk she was also super flirty with almost everyone besides me.
This many elements made difficult for us to bond, and we started to get more and more distant. Besides those strange attitudes when drunk, she started going out more and more often with her friends and come back home later and later when she did her girls nights out.
I had this "friend" (a guy a knew, and used to hang out with from time to time and I introduced to her) that broke up with his girlfriend. As we were in college, people used to study in the library, the usual things. Every time I wasn't around she started being seen with this "friend" of mine. I discussed about that with her, and she told me "he just needs someone to support him through the breakup, and I'm just helping a friend of yours with that".
Long story short, some weeks later I came back to visit my family for the weekend, and coming back to college a friend (true friend this time) reported seeing the two coming back to her dorm after a night out. I argued with both of them and they both denied that they slept together and they just randomly met outside the bar and decided to leave together. She tried to put the blame on him telling me that he wanted to get in her room, and he tried to put the blame on her telling that she invited him in her room.
A couple of weeks after I had to go visit my parents once again and when I come back she goes: "honey, the strangest thing happened to me when I was out with my friends, a guy joined our table and after some small talk asked me to have sex". And what did you do? "I told her I have a boyfriend, but after a while the bar closed and I invited him at my place to end the conversation properly. I totally understand if you are angry, but I didn't do a thing with him, we were a little drunk but I behaved myself".
After that I broke up with her. But it was only moths later. In the meantime we were having the best sex we ever had because thinking of her fucked by my friend and by other guys made me super hard. I was thinking about her being drunk and getting fucked without protection like she used to, and come back to me the day after without remembering a thing. I also fantasized about her doing that with me watching, this is when I started to think I might be a cuckold. Knowing that she might have fucked other people while being with me was definitely more a turn on than a reason for anger.
But as I told, after some more moths of seeing her drunk-flirt with strangers while ignoring and mocking me, and being over servile with any other man but me I decided to quit her. I recall for example a moment when we were at a BBQ where we knew less than half of the people, and this unknown guy started to mumbling about the fact that he'd like to drink some wine (when we had dozens of packs of beer), and she went buy the wine. It was unexplainable to me.
The love was undoubtedly gone (if ever was it there), but I still think of this experience with some regret. Perhaps if I managed the situation differently I could have been an happy cuckold by now.
Comments/recommendations/DMs are welcome!
6年前
