Met my partner 20 years ago. Couldn't believe how lucky I was. Very pretty, busty, blonde with blue eyes, real model material. Perhaps looking back now I should have realised why she chose me, but at the time I just felt so lucky.
I struggled like hell when she started telling me of her past. She would reel off men after men, but then realised the pain I was experiencing knowing my gorgeous girlfriend had such a colourful past, so she backed off telling me about all her sordid past.
I would say she was a slut. But one that could choose her prey and she didn't have to look a tart to pick the men she wanted. She dressed sexy, her warm personality and great looks attracted the men and it was clear sh enjoyed several.
So my cuck journey started from day one, without me even knowing. I thought initially her reluctance to allow me to get in her knickers was because she was making me wait, being a real lady. The truth I recently found out from reading her diaries was that she was fuckin her boyfriends mate. I would take her to dinner, do all the nice romantic stuff, yet on the Friday nights when she was going out with her girlfriends she would end up going back to his bedsit to get fucked silly.
I genuinly thought I had a real lady, making me wait for months before I got in her knickers. I was falling deeply in love, yet this guy was screwing her at least twice a week behind my back.
I should have realised, but I was blind to it. I recall sitting at her parents house with her on the sofa when her brother came home with his mate. He asked her to go into the hall to have a word and like a fool, although I felt funny I never really questioned her about it. Obviously he was arranging his next fuck with her while I watched the TV and waited for her return.
She does not feel guilt, she never does. I think because I have never really challenged her, she knows she can get away with it and so she arranges more.
I have got used to it now, but for more than fifteen years I felt great pain due to her antics.
I remember her going out every Thursday with her friend to a club for about three months. The thing is though I phoned her friends house one Thursday (withheld my number) and her friend answered the phone proving she wasn't out with her. Where she went and who with I don't know , but for three months I felt enormous pain as she got ready to go out, me knowing she was probably meeting some guy.
I hated that three months, but just felt enormous relief as I heard the door key knowing she had returned.
I suppose if I challenged her it would have stopped, but looking back now I do recall questioning her sonetimes, but she always got a war around it and so I stopped challenging her.
She has got more and more daring, but I have never faced into the situation and so that a why it probably carries on.
Two years ago we had the builders in and she wasn't working. I got ready to go to work and she had showered, put her make up on and both her and I opened the door to the guys. I was ready for work, but she still had on her short silky dressing gown. I honestly didn't give it much thought until she said to one of them "I see you have bought your big drill today, hope you know how to use it"
I felt uncomfortable, she just laughed as these two guys made a crude comment back. I had to leave for work, leaving her just in that ridiculous gown and ger flirty innuendo.
I have not got a clue what happened, but I just know her personality, know that the innuendo wouldn't have stopped until the builders decided to teach her a lesson.
I suppose that although I can't be sure if anything happened, the bed was dusty and smelled different that night and I would put money on it that they both had her in our bed.
I have now come to terms with her infidelity. I just know that about twice a year I will lose her to another man and after all these years I now get a bit if a kick out of it.
But it has took 20 years of pain before I somehow managed to deal with it and now I want to try and approach her about it and hope she will be open with me.
It's never been easy over the years and along with her weekends away with the girls, I am pretty confident there have been several work colleagues, a delivery driver, an ex along with the countless times she has been away for the weekend with the girls.
I am just trying to find a way to approach her about being open with me and maybe if I could be involved in some way I would feel much better about her infidelity. I can't help though thinking she has played me for years, from day one she has had me as security, waiting for her, yet all along she has been planning her fucks with other men.
That's my story anyway, cuck from day one without ever realising it for 20 years.
I struggled like hell when she started telling me of her past. She would reel off men after men, but then realised the pain I was experiencing knowing my gorgeous girlfriend had such a colourful past, so she backed off telling me about all her sordid past.
I would say she was a slut. But one that could choose her prey and she didn't have to look a tart to pick the men she wanted. She dressed sexy, her warm personality and great looks attracted the men and it was clear sh enjoyed several.
So my cuck journey started from day one, without me even knowing. I thought initially her reluctance to allow me to get in her knickers was because she was making me wait, being a real lady. The truth I recently found out from reading her diaries was that she was fuckin her boyfriends mate. I would take her to dinner, do all the nice romantic stuff, yet on the Friday nights when she was going out with her girlfriends she would end up going back to his bedsit to get fucked silly.
I genuinly thought I had a real lady, making me wait for months before I got in her knickers. I was falling deeply in love, yet this guy was screwing her at least twice a week behind my back.
I should have realised, but I was blind to it. I recall sitting at her parents house with her on the sofa when her brother came home with his mate. He asked her to go into the hall to have a word and like a fool, although I felt funny I never really questioned her about it. Obviously he was arranging his next fuck with her while I watched the TV and waited for her return.
She does not feel guilt, she never does. I think because I have never really challenged her, she knows she can get away with it and so she arranges more.
I have got used to it now, but for more than fifteen years I felt great pain due to her antics.
I remember her going out every Thursday with her friend to a club for about three months. The thing is though I phoned her friends house one Thursday (withheld my number) and her friend answered the phone proving she wasn't out with her. Where she went and who with I don't know , but for three months I felt enormous pain as she got ready to go out, me knowing she was probably meeting some guy.
I hated that three months, but just felt enormous relief as I heard the door key knowing she had returned.
I suppose if I challenged her it would have stopped, but looking back now I do recall questioning her sonetimes, but she always got a war around it and so I stopped challenging her.
She has got more and more daring, but I have never faced into the situation and so that a why it probably carries on.
Two years ago we had the builders in and she wasn't working. I got ready to go to work and she had showered, put her make up on and both her and I opened the door to the guys. I was ready for work, but she still had on her short silky dressing gown. I honestly didn't give it much thought until she said to one of them "I see you have bought your big drill today, hope you know how to use it"
I felt uncomfortable, she just laughed as these two guys made a crude comment back. I had to leave for work, leaving her just in that ridiculous gown and ger flirty innuendo.
I have not got a clue what happened, but I just know her personality, know that the innuendo wouldn't have stopped until the builders decided to teach her a lesson.
I suppose that although I can't be sure if anything happened, the bed was dusty and smelled different that night and I would put money on it that they both had her in our bed.
I have now come to terms with her infidelity. I just know that about twice a year I will lose her to another man and after all these years I now get a bit if a kick out of it.
But it has took 20 years of pain before I somehow managed to deal with it and now I want to try and approach her about it and hope she will be open with me.
It's never been easy over the years and along with her weekends away with the girls, I am pretty confident there have been several work colleagues, a delivery driver, an ex along with the countless times she has been away for the weekend with the girls.
I am just trying to find a way to approach her about being open with me and maybe if I could be involved in some way I would feel much better about her infidelity. I can't help though thinking she has played me for years, from day one she has had me as security, waiting for her, yet all along she has been planning her fucks with other men.
That's my story anyway, cuck from day one without ever realising it for 20 years.