The Ones Who Got Away

[truesub]

I am absolutely happy with my wife, yet some of the discussions here have made me reminisce on some of my past relationships. Looking back, I realize that many of my girlfriends could (or even did) live up to the definition of a hotwife. Some of them were players already, some opened up having bumped into me and my fantasies and so on.

Here’s one example (I already posted it in another section here).

One of my ex girlfriends was a basketball player. Not exactly famous, but pro and relatively well-known. Great toned body, cute face, good thinker. We had a wonderful relationship, but at the same time she also had an 'official' boyfriend, a fellow club mate (male basketball team). They attended social events together, were photographed as a couple for the press, and so on. She spent about 1 night a week at his place and like 3 at mine.

I am usually very open in conversation, so women feel comfortable discussing various unusual and sensitive things like this clearly ‘cuck’ situation. So I knew pretty much everything about her relationship with him; and he was oblivious to my existence at all. She admitted she feels comfortable spending time with more than one partner. She hinted and said outright many times that she’d love me to ‘snatch’ her to become her official, but I never did, preferring to remain her dirty little secret.

In retrospect, it's obvious to me that she was an excellent hotwife (and even dominatrix) material. But I never actually made my move on her, hence the post title.

I’m sure most of you people here have similar experiences to share, and I’d love to hear your stories.

[fraktastic]

I actually really want to watch this professional co-ed basketball league - what country is this in?

[truesub]

I actually really want to watch this professional co-ed basketball league - what country is this in?

Not 'co-ed', no. Obviously they played in different teams (by gender), but in the same club. Bad phrasing on my part. The club also had football, wrestling and other teams.

[WatchinginNJ]

I've had some form of open relationship with just about every girlfriend, and my ex-wife. I had what I considered a swinger relationship in college. She was fun, but not very ambitious, nor dedicated to the books. When I got to my senior year and had to buckle down for the final push, she wasn't happy and we broke up. No worries, I didn't see a bright future with her.

After school, during my first year of my professional career I met a grad-student and we hit it off like bandits. She was witty, imaginative, intelligent, tight-petite body with perfect A-cups; just short of my perfect package. Over the next three years we had a scorching relationship that evolved into what I eventually found out was a "Hotwife" (I don't think the term was invented until after we started).

Alas, it was a tragic story. She moved back home to take care of a dying relative. The distance and strain of that took its toll and one day I told her I couldn't do it anymore. There were other things. She wasn't ready for kids, and every step we took toward marriage she got more and more combative about it. When I asked her point blank, "Do you want kids or not?" she couldn't answer me. Not a "let me see." or "I'm thinking about it." but a deer-in-headlights "I don't want to answer this". So when the breaking point came, I did what I thought was the kind thing. I ended it.

I didn't want to resent her for no kids, I wasn't going to opt out of kids. It's on me just as much as it was her. There were clear signs. She never had baby-rabies. Little kids and baby's in fact made her extremely uncomfortable. I brushed it aside but it was always there.

30+ years and I still think about her. I've done a little cyber stalking, and it appears she's been married twice and never had kids. We're in different parts of the country, and as much as I miss how fun the relationship was, I have to remind myself of the bad stuff (and some of it really sucked). But I also think, she'd be a great compliment to my lifestyle now. Professional, no other things to tie her down, etc. I do wish her the best in life.

[Long Lurker 34]

I am absolutely happy with my wife, yet some of the discussions here have made me reminisce on some of my past relationships. Looking back, I realize that many of my girlfriends could (or even did) live up to the definition of a hotwife. Some of them were players already, some opened up having bumped into me and my fantasies and so on.

Here’s one example (I already posted it in another section here).

One of my ex girlfriends was a basketball player. Not exactly famous, but pro and relatively well-known. Great toned body, cute face, good thinker. We had a wonderful relationship, but at the same time she also had an 'official' boyfriend, a fellow club mate (male basketball team). They attended social events together, were photographed as a couple for the press, and so on. She spent about 1 night a week at his place and like 3 at mine.

I am usually very open in conversation, so women feel comfortable discussing various unusual and sensitive things like this clearly ‘cuck’ situation. So I knew pretty much everything about her relationship with him; and he was oblivious to my existence at all. She admitted she feels comfortable spending time with more than one partner. She hinted and said outright many times that she’d love me to ‘snatch’ her to become her official, but I never did, preferring to remain her dirty little secret.

In retrospect, it's obvious to me that she was an excellent hotwife (and even dominatrix) material. But I never actually made my move on her, hence the post title.

I’m sure most of you people here have similar experiences to share, and I’d love to hear your stories.

TS
- Do you know what has happened with her at all?

[Greywolf and Vixen]

I had a brief relationship with a woman who was definitely HW material. Met her online while she was engaged but we hit it off. Curvy Filipina girl with great tits and a soaking wet pussy. She told me she had done a couple of MFM threesomes with her fiance and had a couple of side hook ups (which I was one of them!) Things didn't work out for us, but we talked a few times afterwards (wound up working for the same mega corporation for a while) and neither of us had any regrets for not getting together...but we did talk about some fun times we both had after we weren't together! She was definitely one who would have embraced this lifestyle...if she hasn't secretly done that already!

[truesub]

She wasn't ready for kids, and every step we took toward marriage she got more and more combative about it. When I asked her point blank, "Do you want kids or not?" she couldn't answer me. Not a "let me see." or "I'm thinking about it." but a deer-in-headlights "I don't want to answer this". So when the breaking point came, I did what I thought was the kind thing. I ended it.

I concur. Consciously refusing to have children is a deal-breaker for me. Provided we're talking about a potential wife, hot or not.

30+ years and I still think about her.

We've all been in that place...

Curvy Filipina girl with great tits and a soaking wet pussy.

This, reminds me of a Filipina I once dated for about a month. She seemed very pliable, eager to fulfill almost any whim or such, we had some good time and I was spoiling her happily. She was in the country on a work visa, along with her 'brother'. This 'brother' even accompanied us on dates, went with us to restaurants and movies (I tried to impress her with the local culture and hospitality).

As you might guess, this 'brother' sod turned out to be her husband. I felt like a complete moron.

- Do you know what has happened with her at all?

Yes, we're still friends and in touch on the social networks. A few years after we broke up, she ended her career (never made it big), left her 'official' bf, and married some baldrick and had a baby. Her husband treated her wrong and they divorced. She had a streak of financial and other problems, then things got better.

One day, I had an extra invitation to one of my own events, so I sent it to her. I didn't expect her to actually attend, but to my surprise, she did. She sat next to my wife in the stands and cheered, and they even chatted a little.

[love84]

I believe I was cucked by an insatiable 16 year old HS girlfriend decades before I had any notion of what it was. If only I knew then what I know now!

In my 20s I would be on the other end of the cuckold scenario, then in my late 40s it swung back again.

Now 66, as I look back over the years there are many great memories but what I remember even more are the ones I stupidly let get away.

[Long Lurker 34]

She wasn't ready for kids, and every step we took toward marriage she got more and more combative about it. When I asked her point blank, "Do you want kids or not?" she couldn't answer me. Not a "let me see." or "I'm thinking about it." but a deer-in-headlights "I don't want to answer this". So when the breaking point came, I did what I thought was the kind thing. I ended it.

I concur. Consciously refusing to have children is a deal-breaker for me. Provided we're talking about a potential wife, hot or not.

30+ years and I still think about her.

We've all been in that place...

Curvy Filipina girl with great tits and a soaking wet pussy.

This, reminds me of a Filipina I once dated for about a month. She seemed very pliable, eager to fulfill almost any whim or such, we had some good time and I was spoiling her happily. She was in the country on a work visa, along with her 'brother'. This 'brother' even accompanied us on dates, went with us to restaurants and movies (I tried to impress her with the local culture and hospitality).

As you might guess, this 'brother' sod turned out to be her husband. I felt like a complete moron.

- Do you know what has happened with her at all?

Yes, we're still friends and in touch on the social networks. A few years after we broke up, she ended her career (never made it big), left her 'official' bf, and married some baldrick and had a baby. Her husband treated her wrong and they divorced. She had a streak of financial and other problems, then things got better.

One day, I had an extra invitation to one of my own events, so I sent it to her. I didn't expect her to actually attend, but to my surprise, she did. She sat next to my wife in the stands and cheered, and they even chatted a little.

TS
- Glad things got better for her.

[Long Lurker 34]

I believe I was cucked by an insatiable 16 year old HS girlfriend decades before I had any notion of what it was. If only I knew then what I know now!

In my 20s I would be on the other end of the cuckold scenario, then in my late 40s it swung back again.

Now 66, as I look back over the years there are many great memories but what I remember even more are the ones I stupidly let get away.

L84
- You are far from alone there!
- If there was a 'counter' on your post it would probably start smoking from how fast it was spinning.

[Greg_N_Shelley]

I was once friends with a girl named Monica in high school who I played with a few times. She even invited me to join her and her boyfriend for a threesome, but that wasn’t my thing at that time. Several years after high school I was speaking with my brother-in-law (from my first marriage) and he told me about a girl who pulled a train at a party he was at. Lo’ and behold, it was my dear old friend Monica making new friends at the local community college. She was probably around 21 or so at the time.

Beautiful girl too. Red hair (above and below) and amazing body.

With the right husband, I imagine that girl could have grown up into a hotwife legend!

[truesub]

I believe I was cucked by an insatiable 16 year old HS girlfriend decades before I had any notion of what it was. If only I knew then what I know now!

In my 20s I would be on the other end of the cuckold scenario, then in my late 40s it swung back again.

Now 66, as I look back over the years there are many great memories but what I remember even more are the ones I stupidly let get away.

Well, girls aren't pokemons, can't catch them all.
But I do understand you point. There's definitely something about those who slipped away, even if it's all in the What-If land.

I was once friends with a girl named Monica in high school who I played with a few times. She even invited me to join her and her boyfriend for a threesome, but that wasn’t my thing at that time. Several years after high school I was speaking with my brother-in-law (from my first marriage) and he told me about a girl who pulled a train at a party he was at. Lo’ and behold, it was my dear old friend Monica making new friends at the local community college. She was probably around 21 or so at the time.

Beautiful girl too. Red hair (above and below) and amazing body.

With the right husband, I imagine that girl could have grown up into a hotwife legend!

That's one of my biggest regrets, my wife never had a chance to pull a train or have a gb, and probably never will. I've had several girlfriends who've been through something like that, but with a wife, it'd be on a whole different level.

[BrunetteLover]

The sex I had with whomever I was seeing when I was 19 years old was the most physical sex I ever had. But it was not her, it was that the 19 year old man (me) had a dick that could perform with the age-appropriate stamina. If I had that ability now, last night would have been the best sex I ever had.

But I am not him anymore. Far from it.

[truesub]

The sex I had with whomever I was seeing when I was 19 years old was the most physical sex I ever had. But it was not her, it was that the 19 year old man (me) had a dick that could perform with the age-appropriate stamina. If I had that ability now, last night would have been the best sex I ever had.

But I am not him anymore. Far from it.

It's never about physical, not for us in the LS. I still can perform pretty much like billy-o, yet I get much more pleasure when tossing to my wife's stories.

[truesub]

I was in Glasgow on business for about three months or so, the trip was about corporate training, a kind of an internal internship. For this period, the company rented small cottages for us in a fairly good area, paid for our food (a card with a substantial week limit). My training took about 4-5 hours a day, often even less, so I had tons of free time for walks, pubs, and aimless rest. I had a girlfriend at home, but at that time in my life I wasn’t particularly concerned with monogamy.

One day, I wandered onto a beach on the river, bought swimming trunks at a nearby stall, changed, and went into the water. It was cold as hell, but hey, I’m a tough bloke, right? So I swam for a tad and finally got out of the water half alive. And on the beach benches, there sat a flock of girls. The water was, like, really cold, so my package shrank to a rather non-existing size, and the girls were all giggly, making fun of me.

I joked back along the lines of “it’s not my package, it’s my ego now” and “quit giggling, somebody warm me up.” And one of the girls kind of chuckled out of pity or interest, don’t know, and she took me to a nearby pub. She had a nice figure, but she was wearing a hoodie, and I couldn't see her face at first. In the pub, she took off her hood, and she was beautiful, a classic Celtic redhead, think Lily Potter.

She turned out to be a student slash singer, we chatted, we laughed, she seemed strangely charmed by my accent and all, so we ended up so wasted, we had to cab to my cottage. We spent the night in the same bed, but no sex, just drunken cuddling. In the morning, I had to leave for training, I somehow pulled myself together, left her the key and a note, and left. I mean, the cottage was rented, I carried all my papers and valuables with me, so I wasn’t any worried about letting a stranger in. But she took it as a sign of trust and instant rapport.

Frankly, I didn't think much of the situation. But when I returned, the cottage had been somewhat tidied up, and she’d left a note with her number and a thank you for being a gentleman. Naturally, I called her over again, and that evening we had sex alright. She’s wild, raw, mostly uninhibited, a perfect fling. We spent the next few days together, she saw me carefree like this, working small hours, forking out easily (after all, I didn’t have to pay for food and shelter), generally blithe. She just assumed I was a rich foreigner who’d moved to Scotland and bought this cottage.

Within a week or two, she was actually living at mine, toothbrush and all. I’m not saying she was a gold digger, no. A wonderful, genuine girl. But her financial situation left much to be desired, and apparently I seemed like excellent provider material to her. In hindsight, I probably should’ve been more direct with her, but at the time I just didn't think there’s any need to explain anything.

Either way, she was clearly becoming more invested in me. We started hanging out with her friends, too. And I adore the Scots, wonderful, ever-worthy people, so my new local circle worked great. One day, her female friend came up to me, started a conversation and casually said that my “cardboard girlfriend” had another boyfriend, some lad from her uni.

Apparently, this was supposed to be some kind of big revelation or something. I don't know what reaction was expected from me, but I just shrugged nonchalantly and said something like: well done, she’s a young woman, beautiful, she deserves all the fulfillment she can get. The gossip girl's eyes widened and she quickly walked away and began talking animatedly to the other girls in her group. I didn't really pay attention.

Guess is, there was some kind of drama going on behind the scenes. The next day, my redhead lover comes over all nervous, grabs me by the collar and yanks me into bed. This time we're not shagging, we're making love, slow, sensual, a lot of whispering and meaningful eye contact. And she clearly starts to work me on yesterday’s revelations. This, that, am I really such an open-minded and understanding bloke, all the fuzz. And I’m still clueless, because for me, it’s not important at all at the time, I don’t even see her as my girlfriend, only as my FWB. So I say: yes, I’m totally okay with you seeing this lad from your uni, why the hell not, you’re your own person, as long as he’s plowing you proper, yadda yadda.

She convulses in a massive orgasm, falls next to me and cries happily. It's only now it's beginning to dawn on me that her perspective is so very different from my own.

I start to really talk to her. Turns out she has not one, but two boyfriends, one at the uni, the other stayed in her hometown somewhere in the north. She’s regular with both, plus occasional affairs, like with me. It’s just I’m suddenly too good to be limited to a fling. All in all, she steers the conversation towards domestic bliss. And she advertises herself as the ideal partner, cooking, cleaning, absolutely faithful, well, except for two or three days a week with my blessing.

Listening to all this, I realize I am aroused, extremely so. She paints a picture of a relationship that’s virtually perfect for me, even if at the time my understanding of the LS is rather limited. She sees my boner and apparently feels she’s on track. She pushes on. But I’m to fly in twenty days or so, I’ve a girlfriend at home, it’s all so very sudden, my state of mind is so very far from this, I’m not freaking ready to settle.

But I like her by the time, and I’m already willing to entertain the idea of more. So we talk, and finally I’m working up the courage to explain my situation. Who am I, what am I, all the beans are spilled proper. She’s stunned, it’s a shock for her. Like, she’s found herself a keeper, a seemingly decent bloke and a perfect cuck at that, only to realize he’s far from outta town. And I want to console her, but how?.. Well, she gets all dramatic, accuses me of lying by omission, and runs away.

I swear, if she’d played smarter, I would’ve given in then and there, making promises I wouldn’t be able to break. Because I really liked her by then. But she run, giving me time to cool my head. The next day she came back to talk more, and we talked, and I explained the situation again. This and that, we promised each other to keep in touch, like LDR, and get together first opportunity we have to discuss if maybe, just maybe, I’d take her with me.

Despite the certain tension, we had a wonderful rest of my stay, I passed my tests, and flew home. We chatted a lot online, but never met again. The nuances, of course, are forgotten now, but I remember her fondly, with warmth and nostalgia.

[Tank Turner]

Men are notorious for missing women's sexual cues.

The most definitive way to know a woman's sexuality is to ask her. If she's comfortable with a man and trusts him, she'll likely be honest with him.

Since the first time we fucked, my wife and I have engaged in open, honest, and nonjudgmental communication.

Sexually normal and healthy women love sex at least as much as men. Human biology has gifted women with an enviable sexual advantage.

Men can remain oblivious about their wives sexuality, sexual desires, sexual fantasies, and sexual experiences. The virgin a husband married might have been a prostitute in a past life. He'd never know unless she were to tell him or someone else were to tell him.

My wife has has convincingly told me more than a few times that most wives would enjoy sex beyond the boundaries of their marriages if their husbands supported their exploring their sexuality. Wives who know euphoric sex become bored with routine sex.

Recent infidelity stats indicate wives and husbands stray are near identical percentages.

I'd much rather have my wife honestly tell me her sexual desires than her stray and lie about it. Lying indicates an unraveling marriage.

I had a college girlfriend who loved sex. Sex fucked me all the time. We fucked where and when we could. She got naked and fucked me in the presence of two on my friends, once in the back of my car while my friend was driving, and once in my bed while another friend was in a bed a few feet away. She fucked me on the the sink counter of the women's restroom of a beach dive bar. During summer months, she often wore Dolphin-type shorts without panties. She had small tits, so she rarely wore a bra. In retrospect, she was prime for hotwifing. After we broke up, she quickly found a new boyfriend. She found opportunities to bail on him and fuck me. She was always horny.

I had many girlfriends who were sexually uninhibited and horny. They could have been fucking other dudes besides me. I doubt it, but it was possible. I did a skinny dipping party with a college girlfriend. I should have interpreted her cue when she got naked without hesitation. She was a natural exhibitionist and nudist. She had to encourage me to get naked. After most skinny dippers were drunk including my girlfriend, she fucked me at the side of the pool. She had no inhibitions about fucking me in front of other college kids. We weren't the only couple who fucked at that party. When she was a college student, no one would have guessed that she craved sex. I often wonder how she's doing. I hope she married a rock star and is living a life without want for anything.

When my wife was in college and away from her helicopter parents, she couldn't keep her legs closed. She swore to me that she was always faithful to boyfriends. When she didn't have a boyfriend, she enjoyed masculine opportunities. Her sister was equally promiscuous.

I have not asked women about their sexual histories. If they talked, I listened. Women often and probably inadvertently will reveal hints about their sexual experiences. Those hints could be cues of her sexual desires. The most conservative appearing woman could be concealing a hotwife fantasy/desire.

[Awetwife]

I learned about cuckold when dating a guy when in high school. He considered me his exclusive girl friend and I assured him that was so... BUT... a former boy friend had a hold on me and he would often call me for sex...the" booty call". I never let the guy I was with know but I am sure there were times he could tell someone had. been there ahead of him.He had to know.It was just too obvious .So I assumed he liked how I felt and I did little to hide it . Sometimes I would see them both just an hour or so apart. Neither used condoms as I was on bc.

[truesub]

I learned about cuckold when dating a guy when in high school. He considered me his exclusive girl friend and I assured him that was so... BUT... a former boy friend had a hold on me and he would often call me for sex...the" booty call". I never let the guy I was with know but I am sure there were times he could tell someone had. been there ahead of him.He had to know.It was just too obvious .So I assumed he liked how I felt and I did little to hide it . Sometimes I would see them both just an hour or so apart. Neither used condoms as I was on bc.

Doesn't seem like a cuckold situation, more like indifference. He's secured the resource, he uses the resource freely, he's happy about. Thinking back to years ago, I didn't worry about such trifles either, and they didn't add any piquancy to the situation.

[Long Lurker 34]

I was in Glasgow on business for about three months or so, the trip was about corporate training, a kind of an internal internship. For this period, the company rented small cottages for us in a fairly good area, paid for our food (a card with a substantial week limit). My training took about 4-5 hours a day, often even less, so I had tons of free time for walks, pubs, and aimless rest. I had a girlfriend at home, but at that time in my life I wasn’t particularly concerned with monogamy.

One day, I wandered onto a beach on the river, bought swimming trunks at a nearby stall, changed, and went into the water. It was cold as hell, but hey, I’m a tough bloke, right? So I swam for a tad and finally got out of the water half alive. And on the beach benches, there sat a flock of girls. The water was, like, really cold, so my package shrank to a rather non-existing size, and the girls were all giggly, making fun of me.

I joked back along the lines of “it’s not my package, it’s my ego now” and “quit giggling, somebody warm me up.” And one of the girls kind of chuckled out of pity or interest, don’t know, and she took me to a nearby pub. She had a nice figure, but she was wearing a hoodie, and I couldn't see her face at first. In the pub, she took off her hood, and she was beautiful, a classic Celtic redhead, think Lily Potter.

She turned out to be a student slash singer, we chatted, we laughed, she seemed strangely charmed by my accent and all, so we ended up so wasted, we had to cab to my cottage. We spent the night in the same bed, but no sex, just drunken cuddling. In the morning, I had to leave for training, I somehow pulled myself together, left her the key and a note, and left. I mean, the cottage was rented, I carried all my papers and valuables with me, so I wasn’t any worried about letting a stranger in. But she took it as a sign of trust and instant rapport.

Frankly, I didn't think much of the situation. But when I returned, the cottage had been somewhat tidied up, and she’d left a note with her number and a thank you for being a gentleman. Naturally, I called her over again, and that evening we had sex alright. She’s wild, raw, mostly uninhibited, a perfect fling. We spent the next few days together, she saw me carefree like this, working small hours, forking out easily (after all, I didn’t have to pay for food and shelter), generally blithe. She just assumed I was a rich foreigner who’d moved to Scotland and bought this cottage.

Within a week or two, she was actually living at mine, toothbrush and all. I’m not saying she was a gold digger, no. A wonderful, genuine girl. But her financial situation left much to be desired, and apparently I seemed like excellent provider material to her. In hindsight, I probably should’ve been more direct with her, but at the time I just didn't think there’s any need to explain anything.

Either way, she was clearly becoming more invested in me. We started hanging out with her friends, too. And I adore the Scots, wonderful, ever-worthy people, so my new local circle worked great. One day, her female friend came up to me, started a conversation and casually said that my “cardboard girlfriend” had another boyfriend, some lad from her uni.

Apparently, this was supposed to be some kind of big revelation or something. I don't know what reaction was expected from me, but I just shrugged nonchalantly and said something like: well done, she’s a young woman, beautiful, she deserves all the fulfillment she can get. The gossip girl's eyes widened and she quickly walked away and began talking animatedly to the other girls in her group. I didn't really pay attention.

Guess is, there was some kind of drama going on behind the scenes. The next day, my redhead lover comes over all nervous, grabs me by the collar and yanks me into bed. This time we're not shagging, we're making love, slow, sensual, a lot of whispering and meaningful eye contact. And she clearly starts to work me on yesterday’s revelations. This, that, am I really such an open-minded and understanding bloke, all the fuzz. And I’m still clueless, because for me, it’s not important at all at the time, I don’t even see her as my girlfriend, only as my FWB. So I say: yes, I’m totally okay with you seeing this lad from your uni, why the hell not, you’re your own person, as long as he’s plowing you proper, yadda yadda.

She convulses in a massive orgasm, falls next to me and cries happily. It's only now it's beginning to dawn on me that her perspective is so very different from my own.

I start to really talk to her. Turns out she has not one, but two boyfriends, one at the uni, the other stayed in her hometown somewhere in the north. She’s regular with both, plus occasional affairs, like with me. It’s just I’m suddenly too good to be limited to a fling. All in all, she steers the conversation towards domestic bliss. And she advertises herself as the ideal partner, cooking, cleaning, absolutely faithful, well, except for two or three days a week with my blessing.

Listening to all this, I realize I am aroused, extremely so. She paints a picture of a relationship that’s virtually perfect for me, even if at the time my understanding of the LS is rather limited. She sees my boner and apparently feels she’s on track. She pushes on. But I’m to fly in twenty days or so, I’ve a girlfriend at home, it’s all so very sudden, my state of mind is so very far from this, I’m not freaking ready to settle.

But I like her by the time, and I’m already willing to entertain the idea of more. So we talk, and finally I’m working up the courage to explain my situation. Who am I, what am I, all the beans are spilled proper. She’s stunned, it’s a shock for her. Like, she’s found herself a keeper, a seemingly decent bloke and a perfect cuck at that, only to realize he’s far from outta town. And I want to console her, but how?.. Well, she gets all dramatic, accuses me of lying by omission, and runs away.

I swear, if she’d played smarter, I would’ve given in then and there, making promises I wouldn’t be able to break. Because I really liked her by then. But she run, giving me time to cool my head. The next day she came back to talk more, and we talked, and I explained the situation again. This and that, we promised each other to keep in touch, like LDR, and get together first opportunity we have to discuss if maybe, just maybe, I’d take her with me.

Despite the certain tension, we had a wonderful rest of my stay, I passed my tests, and flew home. We chatted a lot online, but never met again. The nuances, of course, are forgotten now, but I remember her fondly, with warmth and nostalgia.

TS
- WOW, what a time and circumstance to have a great memory of.

[Tank Turner]

I wish I could have understood what I had when I was younger.

I knew immediately what incredible luck game me the first time I fucked the girl who blessed me by agreeing to be my wife. A few years earlier, and I might have allowed her to slip through my fingers.

[truesub]

- WOW, what a time and circumstance to have a great memory of.

The memories are fading too, many details have dissolved, but those that remain, they're precious

I wish I could have understood what I had when I was younger.

I knew immediately what incredible luck game me the first time I fucked the girl who blessed me by agreeing to be my wife. A few years earlier, and I might have allowed her to slip through my fingers.

You're 100% right. If I'd met my future wife a few years earlier than I had, I simply wouldn't have realized what a treasure was coming into my hands.

[Awetwife]

I learned about cuckold when dating a guy when in high school. He considered me his exclusive girl friend and I assured him that was so... BUT... a former boy friend had a hold on me and he would often call me for sex...the" booty call". I never let the guy I was with know but I am sure there were times he could tell someone had. been there ahead of him.He had to know.It was just too obvious .So I assumed he liked how I felt and I did little to hide it . Sometimes I would see them both just an hour or so apart. Neither used condoms as I was on bc.

Doesn't seem like a cuckold situation, more like indifference. He's secured the resource, he uses the resource freely, he's happy about. Thinking back to years ago, I didn't worry about such trifles either, and they didn't add any piquancy to the situation.

That sounds like a military exercise. Very mechanical and devoid of any feelings or emotions. That is a sad way to live life.

[truesub]

That sounds like a military exercise. Very mechanical and devoid of any feelings or emotions. That is a sad way to live life.

What's so "sad" about rational assessment? You were cheating, he couldn't care less. The best drama is no drama.

[truesub]

Here’s another story for you.

This one girl, she was obese. Not overweight, not just chubby, but plain obese. She had a certain medical condition that made her this way, and also infertile. Otherwise, she was a proper cutie. Blonde, piercing grey eyes, sheen facial features, the full monty. But yeah, obese. Apparently, she was self-conscious about, but decided to turn the disadvantage into a purchase, and positioned herself as a kind of a “sex goddess”, so to speak.

We’ve met socially. She found me interesting because I was charming; I found her interesting because I was wasted (hence the “charming” part). We took a cab to my place and had something mind-blowing (I don’t exactly remember what’s transpired that night but prefer to believe it was mind-blowing). Anyway, in the morning I woke up rubbish, glanced at her and was horrified by the bod I’ve slept with. Yes, I’m this shallow.

But I’m a nice guy too, so I made breakfast and coffee, woke her up, and she turned out to be an amazing conversationalist with a wonderful personality. She was a PhD in a prestigious field, with a bunch of awards. And she was smart, intimidatingly so. I’ve a good education, but she’s just on a whole different level. In an hour or so, it was my turn to be charmed.

So we went on one obligatory know-each-other date, then had sex again, sober this time, and her huge body got me going big time. I literally couldn't get myself off her for several hours straight. She just knew how to present herself in a shameless, confident, profoundly alluring way.

So she was great. I was… inadequate: she happened to be a size queen, because of her obesity her bits got loose or something. Don’t get me wrong, her downstairs were healthy, sensitive and very attractive, it’s just she needed more then I could provide, length and girth wise.

Naturally, I played it cool, run her through all the tricks, whole lotta oral, legs crossing, inventive fingering, and so on. And yes, she got her happy moments, but I could see it wasn’t enough. Being shallow, yes, I wasn't particularly worried, because the main thing for me back then was to get my own pleasures, and I was getting tons.

But we started dating. For lack of a better word, since we didn't even go out places spending almost all our time rolling in the hay. And I started to get attached, started to care about the fact she wasn't getting enough. I wanted to give her the proper satisfaction she deserved. Some toys were involved, palm magic, even more oral… And she was smart, she saw what’s going on here, so she started playing along. She introduced some role-playing vibe, gradually and subtly so I wouldn't be spooked away. Face-sitting, fingering, even a dog collar at a certain point. It was always playful, never too humiliating or anything. She knew the drill, even if I strongly suspect her knowledge came mainly from reading relevant materials, not from extensive field experience. I mean, she wasn’t even into BDSM this much, for her, it was a way to weasel into my mind, in a good caring sense.

But at that period of my life I hadn’t figured myself out yet. I played macho. So when she tried to use some of her toys on me, I refused daftly. And when she casually proposed a threesome… I was torn. Simply put, she offered to suck my tool while some other bloke would plow her from behind. It felt demeaning or even infEriorating, dunno, like I wasn’t cut out for the other roles with her (and I *wasn’t*, but my moronic pride didn’t allow me to accept the fact).

Nowadays, I’d be delighted. Nowadays, I’d prepare her for the other bloke. I’d beg her groveling. But not back in the day, alas.

So I started chuckling, stalling, asking some rather unnecessary questions, and so on. Of course she saw through me, and she just sighed and dropped the subject. But I already understood she really needed something much more decent than I could possible provide. I started apologizing, saying something about “we’ll figure it out…” But she just hushed me and said: “don’t worry, you’re a great lad in every bit that really matters; and as of a whopper, I can get that at home”.

I went: WHA…?!

All these weeks, I never once bothered to inquire about her domestic situation. Where does she live, where does she sleep… I failed to ask. Turned out, she had a live-in boyfriend of two years. The sod was blessed with a huge sausage, but was quite a bore overall. It seems, she gradually and carefully got him used to the fact she spends time with others. Just like she was gradually and carefully working me, too.

I didn’t realize many things about the LS back then. In hindsight, it looks like she wanted to keep me as her primary. To maybe live with, to parade around a handsome macho face, who knows. My guess is, her initial interest was mostly sexual, then I proved myself insufficient in the sack but attractive as a person, so she adjusted the angle.

From that moment on, she was actually nurturing me to be her cuck. Not particularly skillfully, perhaps.

At the time, I knew the word, I knew the concept…but within the concept, I foolishly only saw myself on the other side. We talked about. I asked: “Why do you do this? Can’t you be a *normal* woman?”, and she responded: “Look at me. Do I look *normal* to you? My unconventional body, my infertility… I can’t even hope to become a mother one day. My sexuality is the only part of me that makes me feel womanly at all. Should you be with me, you'd have all I can give. But I, I just need more. No offence, no disrespect, no dishonesty.”

And deep down, I knew she’s right. But this time, I didn’t play it cool. No tantrums, no insults, but I behaved unpleasantly, as if she’s debasing me. I wasn’t ready, and she, being a smart one, saw it. Dunno if she felt offended or just disappointed, but she ended the relationship gradually, she stopped coming, then stopped calling, and everything came to naught eventually. Guess she returned to her boring sausage-bearer.

I wasn't particularly upset, having plenty of girl-toys at the time. I only came to understand my experience with her years later.

But that’s not it, here’s the good part. One day I remembered her and started looking for her on the net. Turns out she’s quite active on social media, so I cyberstalked a tad and put some pieces together.

She got married to a decorated military vet, a widower with kids. Apparently, she’d become a picture perfect wife and a step-mom, they all seem happy in bundles. She’s still this huge but very attractive girl.

She left the industry and took a teaching position as a college professor. Every semester, another co-author appears in her publication list. I specifically looked for these co-authors: each time it’s a young, handsome male student of hers (yep, I checked the photos, including the ones they took together for various events).

No non-circumstantial evidence obviously, but I’m convinced her marriage is a LS one.