Married man here but I'd like to tell a story from many years ago, before I knew the word cuck existed. Back when me and my now wife Kelly were university sweet hearts.
I, like many of you, spent my teens years watching a lot of porn. One of those things I look back on and realise how unhealthy it probably was. So you can imagine how I felt with Kelly. She was tall, cute, busty, I lost count of how many times we were fucking per week.
She didn't stand out to most guys, she was quite shy and meek and I hate to say it, very insecure about her looks. I had no idea why, she was always perfect to me. But Kelly was invisible to most Guys.
Even my roommate Ken, when I told him I'm dating her he looked shocked.
"Oh, her?" He said with a grimace.
Ken was always like that, one of the other things I look back on with dread. Sure we got along but it's only now I see him for the misogynist he was. He had his own girlfriend, but I still caught him at parties flirting with other girls, pulling disgusted faces if a girl wasn't his type, making fat jokes at any women who didn't fit his ideal body type.
He was for sure a pig, and Kelly knew it too. An example of this was his thoughts on Kelly's image. As stated, she was shy, so while some women felt great and body positive, Kelly wouldn't wear clothes that showed off her body. The night we met for example she attended the house party in some loose jeans and a baggy hoodie. When Ken saw us together he would always refer to her as plain, a prude, something to that effect.
It bugged me and it bugged Kelly. But karma worked it's magic. I don't know if it was my and Kelly's relationship but her confidence was growing. When I told her she was beautiful she believed me, when we fucked she didn't hide her body, and soon summer was here and Kelly wasn't as afraid of hiding her body. Don't get me wrong she was not showing it all off, but she would show her arms and legs and dare I say it, a whisper of cleavage without spiralling into a insecure episode.
As stated above, I was still in my horny teen phase, so to me I had hit the jackpot. I loved her when she was her shy sweet self but seeing her develop that sexual confidence was really getting me going. I didn't just have a cute gf now, I was dating a certified babe!
I remember being at a bar and seeing another guy ask her out, of course she declined, but it gave me this strange thrill. I told myself it was the feeling of having a girl others also find desirable. Whatever it was it made me Fuck Kelly harder than I ever had that night.
While my sex life was peaking, Ken was not doing as good. It appeared his girl caught wind of his sleaziness and dumped him. Poor Ken was now miserable and spent time between classes knocking back beers watching porn and generally being a bit of a drag.
Lucky for him I was such a good friend. I couldn't leave the poor guy to wallow while I was off with my dream girl, I tried to get him out and set him up with a few girls but like most sexist pigs, he was a lot less desirable than he accounted for. After a month of moaning about his drunk ass having blue balls I couldn't bear it, so I told Kelly we will cancel a date night and try to bring Ken out of his funk.
It was a simple plan. We'd have a night in. A few beers. No clubs no women to reject him, just some friends to let him know he is not alone.
Friday night was here, the three of us enjoyed the hot summer night. Knocking back beers, playing games. The beer kept flowing and soon we were confiding personal secrets which then turned into that classic game, truth or dare.
I won't go over it all, but it was an educational hour of playing to say the least. I learned Ken has been sexually active a lot longer than me by far, I learned my shy sweet gf was now open to talking about masturbation. I even confessed myself to jerking off a high amount. Then the dares, they started off small with 'dare you to drink this or that' etc.
Ken, despite being drunk, never lost his sexist nature.
"Kelly, I dare ya to grab me a beer!"
She responded with an eye roll as she went to the kitchen. Rules are rules. But what surprised me is seeing Ken's red drunken face as she walked. I saw his hungry eyes linger on Kelly's round little ass packed tight into some daisy dukes.
You got to understand. Until this night Ken was always talking to Kelly as if she was the least sexual being on the planet. But when I saw the gaze I was taken back. All I could do was follow Ken's eyes. They glanced at Kellys long smooth legs when she rested them on my lap. On her chest that bulged out her white tank top when she leant forward. She didn't notice, while she was more confident she was still bad at seeing herself as a desirable woman. Hell, even when hit on she always assumed it to be a joke or prank.
I was filled with many feelings. That thrill or seeing her desired, that anger at Ken who was always rude to Kelly, now looking at her like a piece of meat. The hot feeling that now I'm looking at Kelly thinking what Ken's thinking, and being drunk wasn't helping.
My head was spinning. It was late and we had not eaten, so I took the opportunity to get some fresh air and order a pizza. Leaving Kelly and Ken to play.
It helped me calm down, but I could hear them laughing in the room alone.
"Dude! Your turn!" Ken blurted out to me as I went back in.
"Oh ummm dare!" I mumbled taking a seat beside Kelly on one sofa leaving Ken sprawled out alone on the other.
"Dare you to tell me Kelly's bra size!"
This caused reasonable response form Kelly. Called him a pig, but ultimately they laughed it off. I was taken back, but kind of happy as the kelly I met would have been horrified. She had come a long way and even that night had learned to be more open and confident. Sure it was a pervy comment but... we are all friends right? We were just goofing around!
"36E" I replied sheepishly sipping my beer. Feeling my heart race as I said the words. We all laughed as we took glances at Kelly's chest. The looked so good, squashed into a bra under a tank top so tight that if you looked closely, the bra pattern was visible. She covered them and laughed as she blushed.
"This is so Embarrassing!"
I recall thinking I've never seen her so red. But this was only where the night started.
"Dare." Kelly said to me. As I was about to mention something so boring I can't remember, Ken pulled me over to his sofa. Whispering to me.
"*Dare her to answer the door to the pizza guy topless!*"
I laughed, great joke Ken I thought. But as I tried to shake off this gross attempt hidden in humour he persisted.
"Do it mate"
"No!"
"It'll be funny!"
"Your mental!"
This back and forth was happening while Kelly was none the wiser to what the dare was.
"Forget it Kelly, he's right you won't do it!" Ken arrogantly muttered as I stayed sat a next to him. She was sat alone facing us on the parallel sofa. I felt so pushed to the edge as Ken was manspreading with a cocky grin.
A little back and forth teasing of her lead to the comment that made me react.
"Nah you're right, Kelly isn't THAT type of girl, you know the girls I go for, hot, fun party types!" Ken arrogantly muttered patting me on the back.
"She's more *your* type!"
This seemed to have gotten to us a little. Kelly took it in her stride while I honestly felt a little bitter. Me and my love shared a look. One that said
*we'll show him*
It wasn't long until we heard that doorbell, which I'm sure made all of our hearts collectively stop. Kelly's face was red as she took a breath and turned her back to us. Sliding off the tank top and unclipping her bra. One arm trying to cover that large heavy chest, the other throwing her clothes onto my lap as me and Ken stared up at her.
"I'm covering with my hands though!" She pleaded as she went towards the door. Her hands trying their best to cover the wide surface of her bosom.
Ken's eyes locked onto her, his hand on his shorts.
"Damn didn't think she had it in her!"
We could see her from our seat. I felt a cold sweat, as I watched the love of my life exposes herself then realise she can't cover her breasts and hold a pizza box. Awkward laughing and giggling echoed throughout the hallway as we watched.
