SHERRY
(Part 1 with Preamble)
Words for our sexual nature have become established parts of our language. I am cuckold, submissive, sissy, and my wife is hot wife, dominatrix/submissive, slut wife. She loves controlling me but she also loves submitting to real men, bulls, studs. In the time period I'm writing about, we were in our early twenties, which would have been the mid seventies.
My wife and I came of age in the late sixties and early seventies. In the sixties everything traditional was suspect or at least questionable. Young people, largely as a result of the war in Vietnam, were seeing society's hypocrisy, its double standards and its expectations as optional.
We didn't have the internet, so it was difficult to know how strange our sexual longings were or weren't. We didn't have a million sites dedicated to cuckoldry to help us feel normal. Somehow we managed to discover our exceptional compatibility.
Cuckoldry has been around forever, although often portrayed as something put upon a man against his will or without his knowledge. Judging by today's scene, that's probably not true. My main observation of the life style is that with cuckoldry the husband's humiliation, for both partners, can be integral to the heat of the moment.
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This is the story of a life I could not have imagined. It is the story of Sherry, who became my wife, and me, Henry.
After two months of dating she moved in. By six months I was madly in love. Maybe it was six days, but after six months I was fighting the urge to ask her to marry me. I think she was pretty smitten too.
Sherry is adorable, five foot six, very leggy, perfectly bubbled ass, slender waist and fairly small but really cute breasts. In her younger days her blue eyed face was the epitome of cuteness and framed with dark brown hair. It was layer cut, just past her shoulders, with bangs that made her look younger than her 23 years. I was 24. I'm told I'm a very handsome man, so it's not like we were a mismatch in that area. She was a girl everyone wanted to fuck, and I would come to know that many were.
Between her beauty and my infatuation, rational thought had gone out the window. I was sexually inexperienced and naïve, so I didn't know to wonder about certain things, like how she came to suck cock so well. For all I knew all women were that talented. I was a virgin when we met, a 24 year old virgin.
We both worked, I as a specialized computer system assembler and she as a receptionist/dispatcher for a yard maintenance/landscape company.
One evening we had planned for a movie night at home in our apartment. I decided the time was right. We were sitting close on the couch, and as usual, her casual mini-dress was riding up and exposing her panties. I loved this and wondered if we might have to fuck prior to watching a movie. I decided the proposal needed to come before anything.
I thought I knew her, knew that she would jump at the chance to marry me, but she looked startled when I asked, as if it hadn't occurred to her that I might. She had no planned response and was clearly not comfortable with my question.
"You don't really know anything about me," she non-answered.
"Six months? I know you're nice to me and you seem to like me a lot. We get along. We like doing the same things, like the same movies. I know I'm wildly in love with you."
She turned to face me and looked seriously concerned. "What if we meet someone who knows me from high school?"
Being naïve, I didn't get what she was trying to tell me. "Why would that be a big deal?"
"Imagine having a guy pull you off to the side to tell you that your wife was a huge slut in high school."
I never asked about her past because it didn't matter to me, nor did I think hers was any more provocative than the average modern girl. I had gone to Jefferson High and she attended Westside High. The high schools we attended were about ten miles apart and I knew a couple of the football players from her school. We had attended training camps together. I mustered the courage to ask, "Were you a well known slut?"
"Aren't sluts usually the talk of the town? I think if it was something they voted on for the yearbook, I would have been voted in as the biggest slut, or most likely to spend my life barefoot and pregnant. I fooled them, I'm infertile, but that's another reason not to marry me."
"If we ever want kids we can adopt."
"Look, it's a small world. What happens if my reputation gets back to one of your friends or a family member? I didn't stop after high school. I've been very promiscuous." That gave me pause. I loved her too much to let her past be a deal breaker, but she was making a point I hadn't considered. I remembered something. I looked at her and said, "I knew two brothers who were football players at Westside, Jerry and Jeff..."
"Nelson," she finished my sentence. "I fucked them both at the same time. Are you getting the picture? Let's just enjoy each other. I love you and love that you love me; I'm just not the kind of girl you want to marry. If anyone ever gives you shit about me, feel free to tell them I'm not your girlfriend, we just hang out."
"Or, we could let the past be the past and get married," I said. That's when the painful truth came out.
"At the risk of never seeing you again, it's time to be completely honest. I'm not who you want me to be or who you think I am," she said.
