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.
"What does that mean?"
"During the time we've been together I've been seeing other lovers, regular fuck buddies. They don't mean anything to me. I don't love them, I love you. All I can say is that I tried to stop after we got together and I wasn't able to. Like it or not, the slut label fits me. You're a nice guy, you deserve better than that."
We never discussed things like sexual lifestyle. My assumption was that we both wanted monogamy as neither of us had said any different. She had not previously alluded to a lurid past, and certainly not to a lurid present. Had I not been so green I might have read the signs: her cock sucking talent, the way she savored every drop when I came in her mouth and thanked me afterwards, the way she never seemed satiated no matter how many times she came, which only happened through good tongue work, my cock never got her off. I had nothing to compare her to, so I didn't know these things were not the norm.
There was something else too, something that became glaringly obvious in light of her confession. I was constantly catching her looking at other men and smiling when they looked back. Whenever we were in a social setting with several other people, she always managed to end up off to the side, talking to a good looking guy. At least a couple of times I thought she was giving a guy her number, but she would explain that they had a mutual friend and that's whose number she was giving out.
Surprisingly, my suspicions didn't anger me even though jealousy was frequently triggered. I didn't understand it then, but seeing what appeared to be mutual flirtation between her and other men stirred a fantasy that I was too embarrassed to share with her. The longer we were together, the more the fantasy grew. In short, I fantasized about her fucking other men. It became the sole subject of my masturbation fantasies. Looking back, I suspect I never confronted her about flirtatious behavior because it turned me on; it fueled longings that were more powerful than jealousy.
Another sign that Sherry was more sexual than she let on was her attire. Rarely did I see her, at home or out, wear anything other than a skimpy skirt or dress. She hated bras but loved tops made of thin material, the kind that show nipples off. When out at a bar or restaurant I often caught her sitting in a way that would give another man or men a clear view of her crotch. She loved micro-mini hemlines, but unlike other women who appreciated the fashion, she seemed to always have her legs at least slightly parted. I frequently caught glimpses of her panties and knew other men were as well. I would tell myself, They might get to see it, but I get to fuck and lick it.
I noticed she only wore white panties and asked her about it. She said, "You've told me you like seeing my panties, and white panties look more like panties, not a bathing suit bottom or leotard or something." Remembering this conversation made me hard. I realized it wasn't just for me that she did this, and I often caught other men looking lustfully between her legs while their dates had their backs to us.
Nonetheless, I was shocked to hear that she continued to fuck other guys after we were together. The news made me feel slightly nauseous. As far as I knew we had both been monogamous and she had no desire to fuck other guys. It hurt hearing this, but my cock was saluting the flag like it had just heard the best ever version of the Star Spangled Banner. I had never been harder, and remarkably, I was considering that this didn't have to be a deal breaker.
We lived in one of the sprawling cities south of San Francisco, where the towns grow together in one continuous ribbon of development. My mind was racing over possibilities, some pragmatic, some sexual. The last thing I expected that night was to discover Sherry was a slut. Nor could I have imagined finding that out and wanting to marry her even more, but that's exactly what happened.
"Why did you fuck other guys after we got together; am I not good enough for you in bed." My voice was accusatory and pained. My poor ego was bruised.
"No honey, I love fucking you. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that even though you get me off, what really turns me on is doing slutty things. I never had a boyfriend in high school because I didn't want one and none of the boy's egos could handle my reputation. About a month after we got together I went to a bar for a drink; at least that's what I told myself. As usual I was wearing a really short skirt so in no time I had a cute guy hitting on me. We went to his place and we fucked and since we are supposed to be in a monogamous relationship it felt really dirty, dirtier than just being a single slut and screwing guys. I like to feel dirty. It was the first time I had ever fucked one guy while being in a relationship with another guy. It was hotter than anything I had ever done, even though I hated doing it behind your back. Being that hot, of course it happened again, with that guy and other guys."
