When I was in high school my girlfriend went away for a month to church camp. When she came back she told me that she had met a guy there and she wanted to go out with him, but still keep me as her boyfriend. I was shocked by this but didn’t want to lose her, so I agreed.
I was at her house the day he came to pick her up for their date. It was really tough watching her nervously walking around the house waiting for him to show. I didn't understand why she wanted me there, and at the same time I wanted to be there.
When he showed up I could see immediately why she was interested in him. He was the attractive football quarterback type, very sure of himself. I was surprised when he gave her a kiss when he came in the door. Obviously, they had been more then a little friendly at camp. Her mother was also standing there watching the scene. I can only imagine what she must have thought about me. She told Gail to be home by 1:00am and the two of them left. I turned and looked at her mother, very embarrassed. She just smiled then turned and walked out of the room, never saying a word to me. With no one else there, I let myself out and drove off.
I knew where they were going for their date. The county fair was in town. So I went home and told my parents that I was going to the fair and would be home late. I wandered around the fair grounds looking for them. Within an hour I spotted them on one of the rides. I watched as they got off, holding hands, and having a great time. Then I watched them get on the Ferris Wheel. As the ride spun around, I could see them in the chair. Whenever the ride would stop, he would lean over and kiss Gail. I could tell that she was really enjoying it.
As luck would have it three of Gail's friends walked up to me. I could tell that they couldn't wait to see if I knew what Gail was doing. "Who’s the guy with Gail? Why isn't she with you? Did you break up?"
Those were tough questions to answer since I really didn't know. I stammered out a reply that she was out with a friend she had met at camp. The girls exchanged looks that told that they knew something strange was going on and that Gail had gotten the best of me. Just knowing that they knew increased my embarrassment three-fold. I couldn't look at them and heard their snickers and laughter as I walked away. How would I ever face them again after this?
I followed Gail and her friend Robert the rest of the night, watching the affection they shared grow, the multiple kisses and smiles. From a distance I watched him open and hold the car door for her, watched as she slid over to unlock his door, and stayed in the middle of the bench seat. He put his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled against him as they drove off. Part of me wanted to follow, to see if they stopped to park some place private, to see if she directed him to "our" parking spot in the woods a mile from her house. But I was defeated. I couldn't bear anymore. So I went home to bed, but not to sleep. Sleep never came that night as I rewound the scenes of their happiness over and over.
I called her the next day. She acted as though nothing had happened. She wouldn't tell me anything about their night but hinted that there might be other dates in the near future.
I know she continued to write to him (this was before email), he called her often, but because of the distance they soon drifted apart. She and I never really recovered from that. I was hurt but she didn't seem to care. We had been somewhat sexually active as teenagers, enjoying petting and making out. But we had never 'gone all the way'. After her date she started suggesting that we should now have sex. I reminded her how we had talked about not doing it until after high school. But obviously she had changed her mind. Though she never said so, I was pretty sure that she had had sex on her date, had tasted the forbidden fruit and now wanted more. My refusal led to our breakup a few weeks later. She started dating lots of guys, and got a reputation of being easy. And I, I started dating the girl that I would eventually marry. I never told her about Gail and the date. But I never forgot about it. That memory has led to my desire to be cuckolded and I have been able to get my wife involved in recent years.
By the way, I'm 56 now and still vividly remember those feeling I experience when I watched Gail drive off with her boyfriend. That's when I, in my mind, first became a cuckold.
