HOW I BECAME A CUCKOLD

When I was a kid, it was the women, not the men who made decisions and meaded out discipline. When I would fuck up in school one of the “punishments” was to be made to sit with the girls. They always seemed to be in charge of something; perhaps especially boys like me. I noticed that even though we were the same age, teachers treated the girls differently, almost like they were grownups.

I grew up around my grandparents. My grandfather was a rancher and fit everything stereo type you could imagine. I admired him and wanted to emulate the man he was. Skin the color or rust, a man of few words and people listen when he spoke. That wasn’t the case for me. I sucked in school and didn’t play sports. I was too light in the ass to win a fight. And this didn’t change in high school. I had lots of girlfriends. In fact, more girls that guys for friends. But the was the problem. It was that word “friends” that I learned to resent on a molecular level. I was a “sweetheart” I was a “Good listener” and some day as I was often told I was going to meet the right girl.
The ugly truth was that by the time I was 18 I had more dick in my face than pussy. I would get compliments for things that would been considered weird for a guy to get compliments for. My skin tone, my long eyelashes, my ass. It was work for me to get a girlfriend and keep her. So, I decided to go into the Marines. And of all the fucking things I could have picked I decided to go Infantry. I was determined to be the alpha man I knew I could be. No more cooking shows, no more museums, or hanging out with chick like I was one of them or something. Nope! From now on it was going to be sports, beef jerky and pussy! It worked for a while. I ended up meeting my first wife and she was fucking hot! The problem was everybody wanted to fuck her. And on base it was a no shit swinger fest. I mean everyone was banging someone. So, I said fuck that! No base housing for me.
The guy she left me for was in my unit. His name was Rick. He was the type of guy who was a bad dude who was doing his best to turn over a new leaf. He never had to raise his voice, his presence said everything that needed to be said. He was well liked, but also a little feared. Trust me you would do what he says.
He was a prick for sure. He saw my soon to me ex-wife when she would pick me up and over time, she got to know some of the guys, and they genially liked her. I was having a rough time. I wasn’t well respected. At the time I had to wear female sized uniforms because there weren’t any men sized that fit me. I was getting pushed around and wouldn’t stand up for myself. I was fucking up. Some of them, in an effort to help straighten me out, that NCO had private conversations about me. And then I would get my ass chewed by my wife.
“So, I heard you got your ass in trouble again today. Is that true? You know you better be glad he is looking out for you. How many pushups did he make you do this time.”
I just knew he was going to fuck her. He was always coming over for one reason or another. Finally, one day there was this Halloween party. She dressed up like some sort of a sluty gene. We went over to this chicks house who had a big yard. It was one of her friends from work her name was Norma. Fucking attitude towards men in general. She wasn’t a huge fan of mine.

She was cheating on her husband, and she really treated this poor bastard like shit. I avoided him although my wife tried to push me towards making friends with him.
I remember how I was sitting alone on the couch in the living room while my wife and a few of the girls were in the kitchen speaking in hushed tones. My ears were perked up. And then I hear some of the girls say, “What are you going to do about Brian, does he know that Rick is gong to be here!?”
Norma piped up and said, “I don’t need any issues here so make sure this gets worked out.”
It was actually Norma who came up to me. I remained sitting when she towered over me with her arms crossed. She told me that they invited my wife’s “friend” Rick over and wanted to make sure I was going to be cool. That people were going to be drinking and messing around and possible making comments and what not.
Fast forward a few hours and now the party in in full swing. I was feeling a little triggered because instead of hanging around me she was all over Rick and when I would try to insert myself now, I was being “possessive and clingy” They keep trying to pawn my off on that loser of a husband.
“Look at Simon, he all by himself why don’t you go hang out with him, so he isn’t all along.”
Then, all of a sudden two of her girlfriends took me by the arms and made me sit with then on the couch. They engaged me in a complete bullshit conversation to distract me from the fact that my wife and Rick took off outside some place. When I finally got away from them, my heart was pounding when I went outside. I found the In the breezeway between the block was and the exterior wall of the garage.
I stood there watching her. She had mouth open, and her eyes closed as he devoured her neck. I could see his large hands moving around in the fount of her panties. There wasn’t a single thing I could do about it except to shake with impotent rage, humiliation and jealousy. I pressed my nails into the palms of my hands. He saw me first and kind of laughed.
“I didn’t know you were such a pervert.”
My wife collected herself and said almost sympathetically “Go back inside okay well talk soon okay.”
I discovered that I was getting a hard on. And feeling aroused. It was only because of this that I was able to walk away. Albeit burning with humiliation.
She ended up going home with him that night. They ended up being together. Thankfully for me It was time to be to transfer. Next stop for me was Cherry Point, NC. I was glad to put some distance between me and that place. It would turn out to be the fresh start I needed. That was unit I got married aging.