Ushered into the Cuckold lifestyle

Tammy and I had been married less than three years when I was ushered into the cuckold lifestyle. I say ushered, because it was not my idea. Apparently a Bull thought I was a good candidate. He seduced my wife and then reprogrammed my brain to accept it. It worked.

I was working as a manager in a pizza restaurant at the time. My wife stayed home with our two-year-old son. We were renting a small two-bedroom bungalow in a quiet older neighborhood. There was one large room that covered one side of the house that was the combination of living room, dining room and kitchen. On the other side were two small bedrooms sandwiching a single bathroom. The entire house was perhaps six hundred square feet. It was cozy.

Shortly after we moved in, the intake manifold gasket on our car started leaking. We could not afford the seven hundred dollars needed to fix the car. Randy, a divorced man who lived next door, was restoring a nineteen seventies sports car. He graciously offered to help me make the repairs to my car by myself in his garage. The parts were less than one hundred dollars and we finished it in one day. Randy was thirty years older than Tammy and I and although he was older than my father, we acted more like friends, and I looked at him like a mentor when it came to things like car repairs and yardwork. After fixing our car, I started spending my free time next door in his garage assisting him on his car projects. It was fun and I enjoyed learning.

It was about ten PM on a Tuesday, my day off. Tammy was in the house watching TV. The baby was asleep. Randy and I had finished working on his car project for the day and we were sitting in lawn chairs in the driveway drinking beer. We were not talking, as men typically do and just enjoying the cool evening. Randy broke the silence.
Randy: “Do you know what a cuckold is?”
Me: Puzzled at the question “A guy who allows his wife to have sex with other men.”
Another long pause
Randy:“I have been watching you and I think that you would be a good cuckold”.
My blood practically froze. How did he know? For the last year or so, Tammy and I had developed a new routine in bed. I would finger her to an orgasm while she fantasized about getting fucked by another man. She would then share the details of her fantasy with me, and I would cum with that image in my head. So, I guess you could say that I was getting off thinking about Tammy getting laid. Her and I both liked the idea. But I never thought we would actually do it and I would never have admitted to that outside the walls of the bedroom. Even more, I wasn’t going to share that with Randy tonight. So, I remained silent.
Randy:“I know you are not comfortable admitting you like the idea. I understand.”
I was too embarrassed to respond. A few more minutes go by.
Randy:“Go back to your house. I am going to call your phone. Just say hello and then do what I tell you.”
Until that moment, Randy had only been helpful to a fault. This was the first time that he was being bossy to me. I had no idea what he was thinking. But I sat down my unfinished beer and went back to my house. I never acknowledged Randy and I had no idea how to feel or what to expect when he called.
I went inside and started washing the dishes as Tammy continued watching TV. I am not sure that she even noticed that I had returned. It was only a few minutes longer, and the phone rang.
Me:“Hello”
Randy:“Say Ok twice.” Strange but I did it.
Randy: "After we hang up, you are going to tell Tammy that this call is from your work. Tell her you need to go into work because of some issue. If she asks why, make something up. Leave through the back door, making sure that the door is unlocked. Drive to the gas station at the corner and buy yourself a soda. Wait ten minutes and then drive back home but park in my driveway. Very quietly enter the back door of your house, sit at your kitchen table and wait for me. Understand?”
Me:“Yes”
Randy:“Are you ready to do this?”
Me:“Yes”
He hung up.
I don’t why but I did exactly as he commanded. I saw him standing in the driveway as I drove away. I remember trying to figure out what he meant when he asked, “Are you ready to do this?” and I wasn’t’ sure of what we were doing. Fifteen minutes later I entered through the back door. The TV was off, and both bedroom doors were closed. I could see Randy’s shorts and shirt draped over the short set of shelves in front of the bathroom that served as our linen closet. His size twelve shoes were on the floor. I walked to the bedroom door and there were the unmistakable sounds that Tammy makes when she has sex coming from my bedroom. I knew that Randy was having intercourse with my Tammy in our bed. I pulled a chair from the table and turned it so that I could watch the bedroom door. I sat in silence and listened to them fuck.

It was perhaps no more than ten minutes, and the house grew quiet. Less than a minute later the bedroom door opened, and Terry walked out. He closed the door behind him. I sprung to my feet and confronted him in front of the bathroom door. He was naked, his penis still half erect. I was impressed as he was noticeably more endowed that I am. He held the used condom in his right hand. Semen noticeably pooled in the end. He handed it to me, and for some unexplained reason I held my hand out and he laid it flat in my hand. He grabbed a hand towel from on the shelves in front of the bathroom that served as our linen closet. He started talking to me as he used it to clean his penis.
Randy:“You are now a cuckold, and I am Tammy’s bull. Do you understand what that means?”
Me:Resignedly “Yes”.
Randy put on his underpants.
Me:“This is not the first time that you fucked her, is it?”
Randy:“No”
Me:“How long?”
Randy:“About two weeks now. Almost every day.”
Randy puts on his shorts. My head is spinning trying to process what has just happened and what he is telling me. I am still holding his used condom in my hand.
Randy:“If I were you, I would put that in the trash and then go into the bedroom and tell Tammy how much you love her. She is starting to have romantic feelings for me. She needs to stay your wife or this doesn’t work”

With that he left using the back door. Everything seemed so surreal. I knew that I should be angry with rage at this point, but that was not at all what I was feeling. I was still in shock at what Terry had done, seeing him naked right after he fucked my wife, and how I had been so submissive in following his commands. He had cuckolded me, and I willingly complied. I went into the kitchen and threw the condom in the trashcan. Since Randy had laid it flat in my hand, his semen has been leaking onto the palm of my hand. I lifted my hand to my nose, and I could smell it. I washed my hands in the sink. I said to myself, I am a cuckold.

Suddenly, I remembered Tammy. My wife. How had I forgotten about her? I don’t think that I have ever wanted her as much as I did at that very moment, and I ran to the bedroom. She instantly realized that I knew what she had done with Randy, and she apologized profusely. I just hugged and kissed her and told her how much I loved her. She was so confused. I think it took two days to comprehend that I wasn’t mad or hurt at all. Another two days to accept that I was fine with her having sex with Randy. And perhaps a year before she grew comfortable with the roles that Her, Randy and I had chosen.

Our relationship with Randy lasted seventeen years, until his health deteriorated. Remember that he was thirty years older than Tammy and me. We have not been with anyone else. We never had genetic testing done, but we are pretty confident that he fathered our second child, another boy. He is way too much like his father, in looks and temperament to me mine.

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