This is part one of the Becoming a Cuckold series, it contains Chapters 1-3
The story is based on my real-life experiences. Feel free to drop a comment.
Chapter 1.
My name is Carter Read, at the origin of this story I was a 22-year-old college student entering my senior year at a Large University. (For those unfamiliar with the US higher educational system, this was my final year attending school before entering the workforce.)
I initially met Brooke at a party during the second week of first semester. Clicking instantly, we spent the entire night flirting and conversating together into the early morning hours. She was beautiful, a petite 5'3, with long wavy chestnut hair, luminescent hazel eyes and abundant freckled scattered spots across her nose and cheeks.
After that first night, we became infatuated with one another. Soon, we were seeing each other every day. On campus we met for breakfast in morning, afternoons were spent studying together in the library, and in the evenings, we would cuddle and make out. Lying in a TV illuminated the bedroom, I would slide my hands up Brooke's shirt to caress her supple breasts and nipples. Kissing her neck and chest, as she would gently stroke the erect penis tenting my underwear. My hands traveling downwards across Brooke's generous curves before eventually coming to rest on her heart shaped ass. We would play like this until exhaustion and if lucky, Brooke would fish out my penis and give me a hand job. I never lasted long, but Brooke always took it as a compliment.
We had fallen hard, over the next few weeks we were openly saying, "I love you" to one another, and had officially become boyfriend and girlfriend. Brooke was a brilliant student, double majoring in Gender Studies and Communications with excellent grades. She had even secured one of the highly sought after paid tutoring positions at the University. She had an enduring ambition and planned on applying for a post-graduate degree program once finished with undergrad.
We truly enjoyed each other's company.
We would get lost in conversation, and hours would disappear.
We shared passions for similar subjects and issues.
We understood each other's sense of humor, time spent together was filled with playful and easy laughter.
My already intense sexual desire for Brooke was equaled by the intense emotional and intellectual interest I had developed for her. As we spent more time together our bond grew deeper.
Exactly two weeks after our initial introduction we finally had sex for the first time. We had been drinking copiously together that night. Music on, we were dancing while poorly reciting the lyrics to our favorite songs. Brooke threw her arms around me and reached up to kiss me. Seductively she whispered in my ear, "Lets go to the bedroom baby."
We quickly arrived in the bedroom and began stripping off our clothes. Finishing first, Brooke gently tossed herself onto the bed and rolled on her back. Stepping out of my underwear, I climbed between her legs bent down and kissed her inner thighs and stomach region. She had shortly trimmed dark hair carpeting her pubic area and I gently kissed there too. Brooke motioned me upward to her and we slowly began to make-out. Gently she reached her hand down and guided my penis into her. I pounded my narrow 4.5 inches into her tight vagina. Within seconds I needed to dramatically slow my pace to avoid a humiliatingly fast orgasm. This went on for about three minutes until I lost control and spurted. After my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of her in exhaustion.
Brooke seemed to love sex, sometimes trying to initiate it multiple times a day. I struggled to keep up, and often had to awkwardly decline her advances. But Brooke never got upset, she would openly use her vibrator while we were together, inviting me to kiss her sensitive inner thighs or lightly pinch her nipples while she masturbated with a small silicone vibrator. I loved how free she was, Brooke was never ashamed or embarrassed to say what she wanted.
Despite our budding relationship there was a part of myself which I kept hidden from Brooke. In over three years at college, I had had relatively limited sexual encounters with other co-eds. While most of my friends were already either in relationships or boasted of their numerous sexual conquests, I remained relatively inconspicuous. In truth, I had grown increasingly obsessed with my kinks. Starting in high school I developed interest in femdom, humiliation, cuckold and foot fetishes. Often, I would spend hours exploring the internet and masturbating to social media content, forums, blogs, and erotica involving to these kinks. Given the freedom of managing my own time and limited responsibility outside of school, I had developed some unhealthy habits centered around excessive masturbation. Early in our relationship, I had revealed my foot fetish to Brooke, and to my surprise, she was non-judgmental and even willing to humor me with the occasional foot-job. But as far as my other kinks went, I was too embarrassed to talk with Brooke about them, and so I hid those interests from her completely. Unfortunately, old habits die hard.
Our whirlwind romance which had sparked so quickly slowly began to dimmish amid increasing schoolwork and a gradual return of my old habits. Brooke's apartment was a ten-minute walk from my place; at the onset of our relationship, we were near inseparable, seeing each other 6-7 days a week. But as fall turned to winter we gradually saw less of one another. We still managed to get together for lunch on campus almost every day and we went on dates when our schedules allowed. But, by December our intimate nights together had dwindled to only 1-2 per week. Despite, this reduction in exposure and intimacy we had become each other's best friends, maintaining a strong bond and communicating via texts or phone calls daily. The Honeymoon phase was ended, and now we were adjusting to a new normal.
As December hurdled to a close, schoolwork intensified as we both prepared for semester finals. During the last weekend before winter-break, Brooke and I were hanging out alone at her apartment having some drinks when an argument broke out.
Brooke, gazed directly into my eyes with a distraught look and tearful eyes, "Carter, I need to ask you a question that has been bothering me for a while........... Are you cheating on me?"
I was taken aback by her question, "No." I immediately replied, continuing, "Never, why would you say that? I love you Brooke, I haven't so much as talked to other girls since we started dating. I swear. Where is this coming from?" I waited in confusion to hear some justification for this unexpected accusation.
