The Very Frist Time She Did It In My Face

[Joe_regions]

The first feelings that ambushed me upon watching my one true love break her vowels and my trust in her was betrayal and a deep disappointment. Like a crime had been perpetrated upon me. It cut like a knife. Equal to my very first disappointment in life. Something I would have never expected – or wanted to happen.
I might had never caught her either, but, I’m certain, I would had caught her one day or another. And it was so public! We were strolling down my mom’s driveway toward the street, busy Montauk Highway. My uncle Gary had died the day before and the family and friends gathered at mom’s in order to make group trips back and forth to the funeral home. Many folks showed, everyone attended all the services. And Mom’s house was jumping. Uncle Gary was a popular man. He had a big cock and left fond memories for us all, even for Patty. Although I didn’t know that at the time. There was a good deal of orgy action going on inside. Patty and I decided that since we were soon to be called to get our asses over to casket-side that we’d leave the temping environment to stroll outside. It was August and light clothes or no, mini skirt and her bra-less laced blouse or not, it was warm in there and out here. But Patty defied the heat by wearing a pair of white cotton gloves – I thought it looked so silly in summer. You know the type of gloves I mean, the small, tight that cling to her fingers. We were just a dozen feet from the street when an old friend pulled into the drive. His name was Tony. A tough guy and a shady fellow we all knew from school days. He left his car to greet us with a toothy smile. Patty acted as if she didn’t know him and turned fully at him. When he stood in front of us, she reached right out and felt his crouch. “Who’s this?” She asked in the sexiest of voices. Her hand remained on his pants.

.......See Part 2...

 

[Joe_regions]

And How Did It Make You Feel?

I must be the king of disguise, a master at deception and the biggest fool alive. I acted as nothing was going on and introduced the two – who knew each other from way back. Tony had Patty more times than I ever had. My eyes never left Patty’s hand while I stood there allowing them to greet, chat and even set up a date. I heard every word but heard nothing but blood rushing through my ears and a lump in my throat that burned – really, it burned. Patty’s hand massaged his pants while we stood close to each other in Mom’s driveway on Montauk Highway in Babylon, New York. We stood there while Patty brazenly felt for his cock, outlined it several times. She pulled on it when it stretched out for her. And it was so obvious with those white gloves rummaging into his dark blue jeans. They didn’t rush their conversation and never once acknowledged my presence until after they arranged a date at a teen disco in town. I didn’t even know we had such a place in Babylon! They talked and I learned. A lot. The more they talked the slower time moved and the smaller I got. A feeling enveloped my head, and pushed down while it blinded me with shame. Cuckolds know that pressure, that weight that begins to crush a fool in his tracks. I don’t think for a moment that I actually sized myself up, but I know for a fact that my mind’s eye actually saw (and sees) me looking up at both of them. In actuality I am taller than both of them. Picture it: the mondo greaser chatting in a driveway with a sexy 15 year old mini skirted bride with her hand on his cock while some geek stands between them staring down at Tony’s cock. And feeling like he needs to look up to see down.
I started to come back to my senses like pulling out of trance when Tony gave Patty a kiss, a peck on her lips. Peck or not it left Patty leaning forward for another, her eyes closed until she realized he had returned to his car. He said nothing to me, never even glanced at me. He just drove off. Patty smiled and turned back toward the house. She simply announced they had a date. She said and did nothing more. I meekly followed in her steps. Walking in her shadow and coming to the realization that I was a terrible person, a miserable thing. I was a coward. And soon to discover to be a cuckold too.

When was your first time?
How did it make you feel?

 

[Susan's Slave]

Your description of the feelings involved is incredible. Especially, "feeling like he needs to look up to see down." Awesome!

My first time was not worth writing about. I was cucked without my knowledge and when I found out I was sick to my stomach, not turned on. With Susan I was ready for it and wanted it to happen, so it is better now.

 

[Joe_regions]

Part 3 - COming Back To My Senses

I had never felt so many emotions at one time before. Unlike so many other cuckolds, sexual arousal was not present. My bodily response came flaccid and remained so for a while. Remember, I am a Regions and my family never viewed sexual behavior as anything else but normal, no matter how abnormal the response to sexual activity was. But after 18 years of being a Regions, I was not prepared for this. This was not a sexual thing, this was betrayal. It was that lie you first discovered in life. That refute from a parent you trusted, that rebuke from a sibling when, in a crowd, he or she places you below the standing of others. Like the false witness against you from one you looked up to so frequently.
Nature and perversion did rush in to fill the void made by the cowardly soul I possess. Once the shock began to wear off. And Patty foresaw it, she waited for it, she watched for it. Her smile seemed frozen in place even while we headed for Uncle Gary’s wake. She took glances at me. Touched me. Once she felt my limp prick and pouted, “Don’t you want to see me in Tony’s bed?” I started but, I am a Regions after all, and began to make sense of it all. Who was I to claim her exclusively? I was her hubby. And in my family that meant I shared my wife’s body with everyone and everything. How stupid of me! How nutty to think I had her all to myself, to think I even deserved to have someone all to myself? Smuck!

 

[Joe_regions]

Not All That Comfortable

My first time was not worth writing about. I was cucked without my knowledge and when I found out I was sick to my stomach, not turned on. With Susan I was ready for it and wanted it to happen, so it is better now.

This was a painful experience. And the pain got even worse when I discovered and learned about Patty's other past discretions. Apparently as Patty decided that she needed me to accept her lust for adultery my mother decided to spoon feed to me the awful information about what a cunt Patty really was. Of course, I caught onto Mom’s game and succumbed to Patty’s will, yet it took a while and I needed to be used and abused before fully catching on. Once in the open, friends and family enjoyed telling me to my face how she was used. The crème-de-la-crème was, of course, when at a family orgy my dad revealed to me (since everyone already knew) that my daughter was actually his daughter. It got lots of laughter. I cringed and cowered my head between Mom’s legs while Dad came hard into my ass. I’d like to say that at that moment I truly became a cuckold. I have to admit that at that moment I proved I was an asshole.