It started several years before Julia and I got married, though I didn’t know it. Her older sister got divorced after five years of marriage, but it wasn’t talked about in the family. Why Bethany got a divorce, I had no idea.
Early dating life
When I first met Julia, I wasn’t very experienced and never questioned her about exclusivity. It was after we’d been having sex for several months that I found out that, while I’d been exclusive with her, she hadn’t been with me.
I was just about to knock on her door when Dana opened the door to leave. I could see that his shirt was half untucked, and he was finishing buckling his belt. I stepped aside to let him leave, and I could see Julia in a robe standing there. Her robe was untied and hanging open, showing me that she was naked under her robe. Her hair was messed and I could see his cum oozing down her thigh.
I croaked, “Hi Dana, It’s um, um.” My voice trailed off, and Dana looked at me, smiled, continued to his car, and drove off. I looked at Julia, saying, “Um, Julia, I guess I’m early, so... um, I guess I’ll exit stage left.” I had a feeble smile as I nodded, turned around, and left too.
I was remembering all the times I’d left with the same scene behind me, Julia, obviously just fucked. Though I didn’t remember leaving with my cum leaking like Dana had.
Shit, shit. Well, I’d never talked about being exclusive, so it was my fault for being surprised. God, she looked well-fucked and satisfied.
I just stopped thinking and found myself driving to the coffee shop I use most of the time. As I was driving up, my cell rang, and it was Julia, but no, just no, I’m not talking to her.
I deleted the voice messages without listening to them and did the same to her text messages. Finally, I blocked her number, so nothing came through.
Eventually, meaning about ten days, I texted her, asking if we could meet at Cisco’s Coffee. I was missing her so much; the sex was part of it, but more importantly, it was just being near her. I enjoyed waking up next to her, and having breakfast together when we’d stayed the night. It was getting intense, my missing Julia. I had to see if we could come to terms about Dana.
I was there first; I had gotten coffee for both of us and had a table outside. When she arrived, I offered the coffee, just like seeing Dana leave her apartment hadn’t happened. After some inanities, I started my apology by saying, “Julia, I'm sorry for reacting like that. Um, I realize that we’d never talked about..." I paused, then I forced myself to continue, “Ah, other friends. Sex. Lovers? I had no right to assume..." My cock was hard just thinking about the last time we made love.
My voice stopped. I couldn’t look at her, so I just waited for her to say something.
She started to say something a few times, then she muttered to herself, “Come on, tell Chase, just tell him.” She started with a little more confidence, “I’ve been in a couple of serious relationships, and I’ve discovered some things about myself. I’ve tried exclusive relationships, and I’ve been successful for about a year or a year plus.
“I think I love you, and Dana was the first since we started, um, having sex. I want to promise to be exclusive, but I’ve learned that, that particular promise I can’t keep. Pretending I can is a recipe for disaster. A disaster I don’t want to go through again.”
I was able to look at her, and I saw pain, fear, and helplessness cross her face.
I started to reply, “I’ll, um, you mean..." I started over, “You need to cheat once a year? Do I understand it right? You need to fuck someone else once a year, even if you’re in love?”
Julia interrupted, “It’s not exactly cheating if I have permission, is it? Since we’ve been together, I’ve been thinking about what I can promise. If you can agree to,“ she paused again, “knowing once a year that I have permission to um.” She stopped.
Suddenly I felt my cock harden even more, and I remembered having the same reaction when I saw her in her robe with Dana’s cum leaking down her leg. I couldn’t understand it then, but maybe now I do.
What she was asking was if I’d let her cuckold me. Cuckold me once a year. That thought made me start to leak cum from my cock. God, did I want to be cuckolded by Julia? Did I want her to fuck another man? Would I want to watch it? My body said yes, but my mind was unsure.
I stood up, pulled Julia up, and told her, “I want my cock in you; then we’ll decide.”
I put her in my car, telling her, “We’ll come back for your car after I’ve cum in you.” No more words were spoken for the rest of the trip.
I had her clothes off by the front door; I was naked, and my cock was in her before we were away from the front door. She was pressed against the door, and I was coming in right there. As I came, I had my teeth in her neck, biting.
I was able to get us to the bedroom before we collapsed. I started by saying, “What you want and what you need is to be able to cuckold me. I almost came when I saw you in the doorway as Dana left. I knew you’d just been fucked. I saw his cum leaking down your thigh, and I knew that he’d just finished.”
I remembered a story I saw on one of the erotic story sites I visit, where the guy's wife, his cuckoldress, cucked him on their wedding night and on every anniversary from then on. If I remember it right, it didn’t end well, because his wife and her lover insisted on humiliating him. The other thing I remembered was my climax as I was reading the story. God, it was so intense that I still remember screaming her name as I came, “God Beth, I’m coming too. Jesus.” I ended up with so much cum all over me that night. I had to take a shower just to be able to go to bed.
The thought of keeping Julia, fucking Julia, and letting her have a lover one day a year was intoxicating. The picture in my mind of her naked, welcoming another man's cock, was driving me crazy.
I later found out that the night we’d had sex for the first time, she’d fucked Justin earlier. I’d been cuckolded from the very beginning. She’d enjoyed knowing she’d been wanton, lewd, and depraved while fucking me. It had driven her wild.
Mariage cuckolding
As we approached our wedding date, I was getting more and more nervous. Since Dana, Julia had said she’d not been with anyone else, but I kept remembering what we’d agreed to. Our final agreement was that she would fuck one of her lovers before the ceremony and two that night. Before I got to do it. Hell, why did I agree?
It came down to her wanting our marriage to start with me, her cuckold, in the most blatant way. I was going to be cuckolded before and after our wedding. She would only do it once a year from now on. This was the only way I could have her.
I wasn’t completely clear in my own mind if I was being forced into it or if I wanted her to do it. Every time I thought about it, I got hard.
I didn’t see Tom fuck her, though two of her bridesmaids did. They showed me some pictures afterward but before the ceremony. She was in her wedding dress when they did her. He was naked when he fucked her He laid her back on a table and pulled the dress up, took her panties off, and just took her hard. I could see his cum leak on the dress as he finished. Ann and Tracy were careful to get Tom's climax and the cum that leaked on her dress in the pictures.
They both loved watching me be cucked like that. God, they loved humiliating me. The worst part was that I enjoyed my humiliation. I could feel my cock leaking into my pants.
The contrast between her white dress, her white pussy, and his black cock, and black body was striking. Agonizingly erotic. I’d known I was going to be cucked by Tom, and it was obvious that Tom was black, but those pictures of his cock moving inside of her white pussy, the contrast between all the white and his black cock, drove me nuts.
At the ceremony, I thought I could still smell his cum. It didn’t seem she even tried to clean up after.
Our vows were different too, I promised to be faithful till death do us part, but she didn’t. Hers were explicit, she vowed to be faithful except on our anniversaries. There were a few people there that I hadn’t warned. Humiliation in front of everyone there. They all knew that I was going to be a cuckold, that I already was a cuckold, and that it was going to happen again tonight.
Even that humiliation made me hard. I am a cuckold. It’s not just that I’m letting Julia fuck other men, it’s more that I seem to get off on it.
It’s not that I’m not who I thought I was; it’s that I’m not who I wanted to be.
Everyone at the reception saw Julia, Elliot, and Max get in the limo, with me getting in the front seat together with the driver. It was obvious to everyone what would be happening tonight.
When we got to our two-bedroom suite, Elliot and Max got undressed. While they were undressing, she told me, “I want them naked, but I want to stay in my dress. I want you to see me getting fucked while I’m still in it. I don’t have any panties on because I gave them to Tom when he was finished.”
I knew after watching them both take her that I was going to have to go into the second bedroom. I would be able to hear them, but I knew I had to stay away until morning
It was agonizing as I saw them kissing her, pulling her top down, ripping stitches as they did it, exposing her tits. Elliot started kissing them, and I could see he was nipping them, leaving tiny bite marks on them, sucking them, and caressing them. Agonizing but wildly erotic at the same time.
Max had pushed the skirt up so he could reach her pussy, and he started licking it. I couldn’t understand the noises she was making until she screamed, “God, I’m“ more noises, and then I heard, “Chase, God, thank you for letting me do this. It’s—it’s so intense, it’s overpowering.“