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 Evolution of a Cuckold

   My name is David.  I am married to a wonderful woman who completely
controls my sex life.  My wife and I are "mature," meaning we are nearing
Social Security age, and maybe we are unusual to be involved in a cuckold
lifestyle at this time in our lives.

   My involvement in this situation is a benefit on two levels.  It
satisfies my need to submit to my wife's needs, and it allows my wife to
obtain sexual experiences that she finds physically and mentally
fulfilling. This lifestyle was triggered by my admission of some deep, dark
feelings to my wife following an evening of alcohol consumption, and my
wife's desire to fulfill those feelings while allowing some of her desires
to be fulfilled as well.

   At present, my wife has taken the husband of a couple who are close
friends of ours as her almost exclusive lover.  I get to penetrate my wife
twice a year.  While this may be a strange situation, and we certainly
never expected to be in an arrangement like this, it provides a measure of
safety from STD's as well as some privacy.  Neither couple wishes to
broadcast the `special' relationship that exists between the four of us. 
And professionally, my wife and I need to maintain confidentiality and
privacy as we both have jobs where that is essential, especially for my
wife who works in corporate security.

   We have practiced our lifestyle for the past 11 years of our marriage, a
marriage that began when we were in our late 30's.  Prior to the last 11
years I think our marriage would have been described as completely normal.
We had moved up the corporate ladder and achieved positions that afforded
us a level of comfort.

   We found out that my wife could not have children, and we decided to not
adopt.  We moved into a neighborhood with friendly neighbors who quickly
invited us into their social life.  There were birthday celebrations,
holiday cookouts, potluck dinners, pool parties, and all the other
activities that occur in a middle class neighborhood.

   One couple became especially close to us.  They just seemed to enjoy our
company, and we had many things in common.  They also had no kids, they
were the same age as us, and they liked the same food as us.  The husband
was very friendly toward my wife, but he never crossed the line.  I enjoyed
him as a close male friend, and now that relationship has continued to be
something my wife counts on as she brings me the results of his orgasms to
consume after they have sex.

   So how did I become a cuckold to my loving wife?  Well, looking back, it
started many years ago, well before I met my wife.  I grew up a single
child, and was a good but not a great student.  My dad thought that I
should become involved in activities outside of the home, so he signed me
up for Cub Scouts.

   I found that I enjoyed the activities, and when I became old enough, I
became a Boy Scout.  Maybe that was where some of the preparation for my
present role as cuckold to my wife started.

   I think it was during a fall campout with the Scouts, when I was 14.  We
had buddied up two to a tent, and it was time to turn in.  My good friend
and I prepared to bed down in our sleeping bags in a tent on that chilly
fall night.  We jumped into our sleeping bags, and decided to discuss girls
before we went to sleep.

   My friend mentioned that he had recently been able to have his
`girlfriend,' who was 15, let him see her naked, and let him play with her,
and she jerked him off.  I was impressed.  I asked him how it felt to have
her hand on his penis.  He tried to explain the feeling to me, but (and I
don't remember exactly how we got to this point) he decided to show me by
jumping into my sleeping bag with me.  He pushed my underwear down, placing
his hand on my small erect penis, and he started to jerk me.

   I probably should have found that inappropriate, but I remember I just
felt powerless to stop him.  I let him jerk me off until I shot my sperm
all over his hand.  He said, "Now you know how it felt." He pulled his hand
out from the bag and placed it next to my mouth.  He told me to clean him
up.  Again, I should have stopped things right there, but I somehow felt I
should do what he said.  I licked my cum off his hand.  He then jumped back
into his sleeping bag and we went to sleep.

   Nothing was said to me by him for the next three months until we went on
another camping trip, and again we buddied up for the weekend.  That time
when it was time for bed it was much warmer outside, and we could sleep on
top of the bags.  That time he told me he had gotten a chance to have his
girlfriend take his penis into her mouth.  He told me it was the best
feeling in the world.  Again I asked him to describe how it felt, and he
told me he would try, but I needed to help him first.  I said I would.  He
told me to lie down, and he came over, straddled my chest, and pulled his
penis out through his PJs.  Then he said I needed to help him re-live that
experience, so he could really tell me how it felt.

   He placed his hands on my face and opened my mouth.  He pushed his body
forward so his penis was just at my lips.  He told me to suck his penis,
and he would explain how it felt as I sucked him.  I don't know why I let
him do that to me, but I can only guess it was because, deep in my brain, I
was submissive and probably bi-sexual.  I am not sure now if he ever really
had a `girlfriend,' or if he was homosexual and just needed another male to
take care of his needs.

   Well that night I sucked his penis as he described to me how it felt
when his girlfriend did it to him.  Of course he didn't last long.  He
became very excited, and had to really try to keep quiet so the rest of the
Scouts in nearby tents didn't hear.  After about 2 or 3 minutes of my
sucking he exploded in my mouth, and he wouldn't pull out, so I just
swallowed.

   I remember I felt very embarrassed and ashamed, but also somehow
strangely excited.  After that weekend the Scouting program lost a few
members, and the Troop was not large enough to draw a Scout Master to lead
the Troop, so we disbanded.  My buddy left town with his family when his
dad got a new job, and I never told anyone about what had happened.  But I
did have recurring dreams about him forcing me to `service' him, and every
time I awoke from that dream I either had an erection or a wet dream.

   I graduated high school, entered college to study Engineering, and still
had not had a steady girlfriend yet.  I was a very late bloomer.  In
college I went to parties and got to know several coeds.  I became close
with two of them.  I couldn't say either one was a girlfriend, but we hung
around a lot.  I was their date when they needed a companion.  Both of them
let me kiss them, and sometimes after a few drinks they let me play with
them, but I never had full intercourse with either.  They liked that they
could get their way with me, and I knew that I liked them being the
decision-makers.  I felt comfortable in the submissive role.

   After college I went to work in a large engineering firm, and after two
years I met a woman who I really liked.  We dated for about two years, and
then we moved in together.  We had a relationship where she made most of
the social decisions, and I made the financial decisions.  We had an active
sex life, but I knew that she was a slight bit disappointed by the small
size of my penis.  She had dated a number of men before me, and several
times she told me she missed the deep penetration of their larger penises.
She taught me to be very good with oral sex.  I am glad she did, because
she tells me I am the best she has ever had.

   We had lived together for a couple years when she just found someone
else who she said she had fallen in love with.  The breakup was quick and
painful for me.  But since she had made that decision, my submissive side
told me not to fight it, and to let her go.  After she left I stayed
unattached for about five years.  The only sexual pleasure I had during
that time was through masturbation.  During that time I do remember having
recurring dreams of those times when I was a Scout, when that other male
had made me pleasure him.

   Then something special happened.  A woman from a security firm came to
our company to investigate some thefts of material.  She was introduced to
me, and I was told I would be working with her during the investigation,
because I had excellent knowledge of the employees and procedures in the
suspect group.  That woman is now my wife.

   We sort of clicked as soon as the investigation began.  We enjoyed many
evenings going over data, and many late meals as we worked long days.  When
the investigation was over she and I continued our close relationship,
which finally led to our marriage.  That marriage is something we both
cherish, and we are deeply committed to each other.  How then did my wife
desire to replace me with another male as her primary sex partner?  Well,
that is where our story gets interesting.

   Her lover, the husband of the close couple we know, always found my wife
pretty, and he flirted with her constantly.  But being married as well, he
never went beyond flirting, because we knew, or thought we knew, that his
wife would divorce him if it ever went that far.  For the years during
which we were just another loving married couple in the neighborhood,
enjoying all the social activities, he took advantage of times when he
could dance with my wife, and see my wife in her bikini when we went to
their home where they had a nice pool and hot tub.  Over the years I came
to notice that there was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants and
bathing suit, so I imagined that he was better endowed than I.  I also
noticed that when my wife danced with him at the social events, she held
him so that her crotch pressed against his.  But being confident that it
was just flirting, I never mentioned it either to him or my wife.

   Then came the holiday barbecue where I had a few too many drinks.  By
the time my wife took me home, I was pretty gone.  She walked me to bed and
just pulled my clothes off.  She pushed me under the covers and went to the
bathroom to get herself ready.  By the time she returned to bed I had dozed
off, but her climbing under the sheets got me awake enough to hear her say
to me, "I thought I would just ask you what are your deepest fantasies and
desires?"

   That is when I opened up to her about the Scouting incidents, my
submissive feelings with women, my bi-sexual dreams, and how much I
cherished her love and happiness.  That is when our life changed, and she
and I entered the cuckold lifestyle.  I do not regret a minute of her
taking a lover.  I always knew I was not endowed as much as the average
male.  I am only about 4" erect.  But I also knew that I was an oral sex
expert from my previous experiences.

   I felt that as long as my wife and I openly discussed our feelings and
love, that she and I would remain a loving couple, and that her lover was
simply contributing a physical enjoyment of sex for her.  The fortunate
thing for her lover was that his wife has a low sex drive.  He was asking
her for much more sex than she desired.  So my wife provides the sex he
needs, and the relief she desires, to accommodate her husband.  It is a
very strange series of events that got us to where we are today.

   So what do I get from this lifestyle?  Well I have a loving wife who is
my soul mate, who understands my desire for sexual submission, who balances
my need to experience a woman in control of my sexual pleasures with my
need to be a full life partner in the rest of our marriage.  When my wife
comes home to me from her lover, and summons me to my position between her
thighs or beneath her vagina, and she tells me to accept my `gift' from her
lover, I feel a deep humiliation as well as a strong erotic desire to
comply.  At times I remember back to the Scouting incident when I sucked
off my buddy, and my penis always responds with an erection.

   I do get to sexually penetrate my wife a few times a year, especially on
my birthday and our anniversary.  I always have an orgasm quickly after
entering her vagina, because it is such an overwhelming good feeling.  My
wife always tells me she loves me, and holds me until my soft penis slides
from her.  Then she pulls my head into position, and I give her several
oral orgasms, which she needs.  I still have my management position at work
where I am in charge of a department.  But, at home, I am my wife's sexual
servant.



   From My Wife...

   I am David's wife.  He has asked me to fill in a few of the reasons that
I enjoy cuckolding my husband, and have taken a lover.  David has worked on
getting me to write this for several months.  It has taken me a while to
agree because I am a very private person.  But, for once, I will go along
with his request.

   I was also an only child, but I had a very normal childhood up until I
entered my junior year at college.  That is when the roommate I had since
my freshman year transferred to another institution.  My new roommate was
from the West Coast, San Francisco actually, and she had lived a very open
sexual lifestyle.  She loved sex, and felt no embarrassment in telling me
all about her dates and liaisons.  She slept with married men, professors,
men young and old, and a few women.

   I believe that by telling me about her exploits she felt some sort of
self-satisfaction, as if she could get others to do sexually exactly what
she wanted.  Her conversations were very frank, and her lifestyle was
certainly not mine.  I didn't have more than two male friends who were just
that, friends.  I had been on dates where the men tried to seduce me, but I
always played the "Bitch," and left them wanting.  I was tall and slender
with long hair and small breasts, and I had a pretty normal sex drive which
I satisfied with my hands.

   During the last month of my junior year, my roommate and I celebrated
the end of school year by going to some Frat parties.  She knew many of the
members, (she probably had slept with most, if not all, of them).  One
night after a late party where I had watched her tease several men to
distraction while she danced closely with another woman, both in short
tight clothes, we left the party and returned to our room.  I was tired and
a bit drunk.  I wanted to take a shower and get to bed.  The room had a
shower (it was off campus housing) and I pulled off my clothes and jumped
in.

   About 10 minutes later when I was shampooing my hair, the door to the
shower opened and my roommate stepped in with me.  I was shocked, but did
not push her out.  I asked her just what she was doing.  She immediately
grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers, and proceeded to french kiss me
while she held me close.  I froze.  I started to feel emotions that came
from I don't know where.  We kissed for about 2-3 minutes, and then she
started to slide down my body until her lips met my pussy lips.  She began
to pleasure me until I had a huge orgasm that left me drained.  She then
jumped out of the shower and disappeared.

   I stayed in the shower for another 10 minutes, until I had recovered. 
Then I dried off and wrapped the towel around myself.  I re-entered the
bedroom and found my roommate in her bed masturbating herself.  I felt I
should have confronted her about her behavior, but I just stood there and
watched as she drove herself to an orgasm.  The next morning she just went
on as if nothing had happened...  but I had been changed.

   I knew that I had felt very good when she kissed me, and when she
provided the orgasm.  I knew I was fascinated by watching her pleasure
herself, but I didn't know how I should react, because what had happened
was so different from anything I had ever experienced or thought I would
experience.  The fact that I had received pleasure from the touch of a
woman was deeply unsettling at that time.

   The next morning my roommate acted like the night before had never
happened.  She didn't say anything to me until several days later, when she
asked me if she had offended me by barging into the shower and kissing me.
I told her that "offended" didn't seem the proper word, because although I
was surprised and shocked, that after the orgasm I did not know what to
feel.  I told her that the incident had caused me to explore some deeper
feeling I didn't know I had.  She then said, "Good feelings, I hope." I
told her that I thought so, but I would need more time to decide.  She said
she would try to help.

   Well, by "help," she meant that she and I replayed that shower incident
several times over the rest of the month, and I found I liked the feel of
another woman's hands and lips on my body, and I liked doing the same to
her.  I also found the taste of another woman's sex was something that had
a strange eroticism.

   When school started again for my senior year, my roommate didn't return.
I roomed with a woman from the mid-west who had significant religious
feelings.  So no same sex pleasure occurred.  I graduated, and immediately
found a job as a Security Manager, which provided me a new role of being
the `woman in charge'.  It was a feeling I came to enjoy, since I knew that
women were usually the subordinates in major companies.

   I dated a number of men, and enjoyed both social and sexual activity. 
But I never stayed with one of those men for more than 6 months.  I found
that I enjoyed being treated as an equal when decisions had to be made, and
if I found a man attractive, I didn't hesitate to make the first move. 
Many men found that intimidating and moved on.

   After years at that company I was moved into a unit that provided
investigations for fraud activities at other corporations, and that is how
I met David.  I really don't know why, but we clicked right away.  I liked
his smile, his professional look, and his sense of humor.  I did know that
he was not 'an Alpha Male' at all, and he let me `run the show'.  I quickly
began to feel that I might have found someone I could spend my life with.
We worked together through the investigation, and when it was over, we
continued to see each other.  I wanted to develop a long-term relationship
with him, and it was easy.

   David was easy to please.  Our sex life was good, although I wished he
were better equipped in the penis department than he was, because his small
penis just couldn't reach deep where I felt the strongest orgasms.  I soon
bought a big dildo to solve that problem.  We dated for a short time, and
then married.  I was very happy, and ready to settle down.  We had a
comfortable income.  We bought a very nice home is a great neighborhood
full of people we enjoyed.  We got especially close to one other couple
that we found to be attracted to us.  The husband flirted with me
constantly, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.  I was close to his wife
who told me that his flirting was innocent, and that he did not do anything
that might risk their marriage.

   We lived like that for years, until that night when David drank too
much. After I got him into bed, and as I was washing up, a thought popped
into my mind that I would have some fun.  I finished washing, got into my
PJs, and climbed into bed.  As I settled down I heard David wake up, so I
just asked him about his fantasies...  expecting him to say he wished he
was a CEO, or owned a sports car.  But what he told me was completely
unexpected.  It gave me strange feelings, which I needed to sort out. 
After his confession he went back to sleep, and I lay there going over what
he had said.

   As I thought about his admission about being submissive, my hands
wandered over my body, and I became excited.  I began to masturbate as I
considered visions of my being able to push my feelings of control over
him, and maybe even have him provide all the pleasures I could want, while
at the same time giving him what he desired.  I remembered the feelings I
had while dancing with the husband of my close friend, and the many times I
had felt his large penis rubbing my thigh.  That vision took me over the
top, and I shook with a big orgasm.

   Over the next weeks I did some soul searching.  I weighed what David had
told me with what I thought I wanted.  I decided to take a risk, and I set
up a morning coffee date with the wife of our close couple friends.  She
came over and we made small talk until I decided I had to ask.  I mentioned
to her that she had previously confided in me that her husband had a much
stronger sex drive than her.  I reminded her that she had said (probably in
jest), that she wished she had another woman as an outlet for when he got
too demanding.  She looked at me and asked why I was reminding her of that.
I told her about what David had admitted to me.  Then I suggested, if she
would consider it, that I could be that woman who helped her take care of
her husband.

   I knew my words could have ruined our friendship, but something told me
to just do it.  She didn't yell at me, or tell me I was crazy and to never
see her again.  She just calmly looked at me, and told me she would think
about what I said.  Then she said she had to go.  Three days went by before
she called me.  She told me that she had reached a decision, and that I
should meet her at a local restaurant for a chat.  I met her, and she told
me that, as crazy as my proposition sounded, she felt it might be an
unusual but workable plan, but would need to have restrictions.

   She said I had to promise her that if her husband ever mentioned he
wanted to leave her that I would immediately tell her.  She said that the
reason they never had kids is that her husband was sterile, and that
eliminated any chance of unwanted pregnancy.  She told me that she would
not, in any way, agree to have sex with David, and I told her that was
something I definitely didn't want either.  So we ordered two glasses of
wine and toasted to continuing a very close friendship.

   I didn't tell David about the meeting, or what I had in mind.  I wanted
to find a time to deliver the rules to him, and what I hoped I could now
expect our life to be.  I also knew that if David had any issues with my
plan, that I would drop the entire thing, because our marriage is most
important.  So the next weekend when we were invited to a barbecue at the
home of our close friends, I laid out the rules to David.  Of course I did
it in a way to make him feel very submissive, and under my control.

   That was the weekend that I told David (in front of my new lover and his
wife), that I was happy to have found a man with a penis that reached where
I need it to go.  I kissed David in front of my new lover and his wife
while announcing that my husband had taken on the cuckold role with
excitement, as it played to his fantasies.

   David now gets as many orgasms as he did before I took a lover, except
they are achieved through him masturbating himself, and then consuming his
sperm.  I get to have sex with a man who gives me sexually what I want, and
then I get to go home to my loving husband who then gives me oral pleasure
as he cleans my lover's juice from my vagina.  That gives me several
additional orgasms before we go to sleep.

   Recently I found a woman my age who is a total lesbian.  She and I have
communicated on-line, and shared feelings and beliefs.  I have met with her
twice now, with David in attendance, but he has been restrained in another
room, with is genitals encased in a leather pouch I had made.  The woman
does not want to put on a sexual show for a man, but she does enjoy
humiliating David as she kisses me and tells him what she is about to do. I
don't know where this will go, but I am enjoying it right now.

   So what do I get out of this rather unusual relationship?  Well, I have
a loving husband who is my soul mate, who I can discuss anything with, and
who is non-judgmental about my needs.  I have an ideal lover.  He is safe
from many perspectives (eager for privacy, is sterile, STD-free, is not
holding anything back from his wife, gives me deep orgasms, satisfies my
need for deep penetration), and he and his wife still remain our closest
friends.

   I have a great job, a comfortable home, and I can investigate feelings
that began with that college roommate, and with my husband's confession.  I
have become closer to my need for control, and am able to live my life as I
desire, at least the sexual part.  I am free to explore my deepest darkest
fantasies if I choose, and I have a husband who will not judge me.