I'm a thirty-nine year old happily married man with a family. I guess you could say I live a relatively boring life as far a sex goes. But that's only most of the time.
My wife Kate and I do it about twice a week on average, sometimes more. But every once in a while, when we get some time to ourselves, things turn kinky.
Kate is a hard working mother whose life is largely taken up with the every day routines like taking the kids to school, housework and of course her real job, which she works long hours. So it is a rare occurrence that we get to spend time exploring our sexual desires these days, but when it does happen, boy is it worth waiting for.
I have been a cuckold for many years, it all started when I was a teenager, although I didn't realise it at the time. My then girlfriend Steph cheated on me numerous times, that I knew about and probably dozens more that I didn't.
She was a very attractive young woman and received lots of attention from the opposite sex, much to my dismay. I became quite jealous and possessive of her.
She'd confessed to having a one night on holiday, which I forgave her for. She also told me about another one night stand she had on a night out. I found myself feeling jealous and hurt but curiously aroused by her unfaithfulness.
Steph was an emo girl, with long dark hair, several piercings, including her left nipple, her navel, nose and tongue. She had a tattoo sleeve down one arm and among other smaller tattoos over her body, she also had a tramp stamp.
Her tits were huge, although the rest of her body was very slim and tight. She was a real head turner at nineteen, although, unfortunately for me she was also a massive slag.
After dating her for almost a year I discovered that she had been cheating on me with one of my best friends, Neil. I was mortified and to top it off, quite a few of my other friends knew about her infidelity and didn't tell me about it. The humiliation was hard to take.
She broke up with me, despite my stupid young self telling her I forgave her and begging her to stay with me. Then, somewhat predictably she started a relationship with my friend Neil.
Neil was a year older than me, he was cooler than me, he had a car, he was in a rock band and, unfortunately for me, he had a rather big penis. He always used to brag, saying it was eight inches. I think it's fair to say that before finding out he'd been fucking my girlfriend I envied him, afterwards I was downright jealous of him.
I tried in vein to avoid Steph and Neil as much as I could, but they hung out in the same social circles as me, and as we lived in quite a small town it difficult not to see them.
They didn't do anything to hide their new found love from me, he always kissed her in front of me, probably just to taunt me. I used to just turn my back and pretend it didn't bother me.
Neil found it funny to belittle me in front of our mates. One time we were at the local pub and he held his fingers up to my nose and said "smell that!" In front of everybody. It was clear that he'd been fingering Steph in the toilet or round the back of the pub. I was embarrassed and humiliated, but it was nice to get a brief whiff of her delicious cunt.
Another time I was walking home alone from a night out and I noticed Steph giving Neil a blow job between two parked cars in the street. Neil blatantly smiled at me with a smug look on his face as I walked past, not doing anything to hide the fact that my ex was sucking him off.
Steph was still friendly with me and usually told Neil to stop taunting me, but she'd unintentionally humiliate me as well, by saying things like. "Leave him alone Neil, he's not bothering us." Which to me was worse than her not saying anything at all.
