I have spent hours upon hours writing the cuckolding experiences my wife and I have had over the years. Various reddit accounts, a very successful Tumblr back when it was great, and here I am on literotica. Writing about it is still the best outlet I have. I've been told I go into a lot of detail... hopefully that's in a good way. one thing about being a cuckold is you usually don't just hop into the lifestyle. Hopefully the slow burn of this becoming a reality will give you the insight into what it is really like.
From the top... My wife and I are in our early 30s now. We've been together for 11 years. We met in college in what was my junior year and her sophomore. We knew each other for a good six months before we started dating.
My wife is Ashley and she is 5'5" and about 115 lbs. She has brown hair and is a complete bombshell. She turns heads everywhere she goes and hasn't changed a bit since we were in college.
My name is James and I'm pretty tall, about 6'3", and in pretty good shape. When I met Ashley it was through mutual friends and I immediately wanted to marry her. She was gorgeous, so easy to hang with, and seemed interested in me.
It was one of those things for about six months where it just didn't line up. She'd start seeing someone or I'd have someone interested in me. Finally, we were both single. She was over at my apartment along with most of our friend group.
I had injured my perineum (taint) in a mountain biking accident and was feeling pretty rough. We'd been friends for a bit at this point but it was always flirty. She knew I was somewhat hurt and asked me what happened. One of my roommates was walking by and said, "He crushed his balls." She looked at him then back at me with wide eyes. I said, "Yeah no. They're good."
I told her what happened and she said, "Ouch... Did you get your balls in there (meaning between my taint and the bike seat) too?" I told her I don't even remember my balls hurting because everything else was hurting. She laughed.
All I could think of was how she and I were talking about my balls. I remember thinking I was either super friendzoned or she was interested. We had some alcohol in our system and she asked what was actually hurting. I said it was mostly nerves running down there. She said, "You broke your dick?" I chuckled a little and she slapped me on the shoulder and held out her drink to "cheers" me. She said, "May it rest in peace."
I laughed and said, "I'm not toasting to that!" I held out my drink and said, "To a long and happy life... For my dick." She started laughing, we clinked drinks, and changed the subject. We talked for another couple of hours and periodically welcomed others into the convo then they'd leave.
When I got up to go to the bathroom my roommate said, "Bro if you don't ask her out, I will." I knew he was kidding because he knew how much I liked her but it was his way of saying, "Shoot your shit, idiot." He was right. My heart was in my throat when I went back over to her. One of her friends was chatting with her now and I was annoyed like I'd missed the window.
I was determined now. Maybe it was the liquid courage. Eventually, people started leaving. I called out to her when she was walking with her friend to the door and asked motioned for her to come closer (to separate her from the group in case she said no).
I finally asked her if she would want to go out the next night to grab dinner. She made a little grimacing face and said, "Ooph. You waited until you crushed your balls to ask me out?" I am usually quick on my feet but searched quickly for the right words. I blurted out, "At least with a broken dick and busted balls you know my intentions will be pure." Right when I said it I was mortified but she laughed really hard, blushed, and said she'd love to go out.