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Conditioned to be a Cuckold


[The following is absolutely true. It will give the reader a unique perspective into how a normal guy could be lured into being turned on by being dominated and controlled by the woman he loves and adores. Indeed, to the point of being a cuckold. If you enjoy this submission, then please vote positively. I will submit Part II shortly. It's been fun writing about my life. Thanks, Mark.]

My name is Mark and I'm a 38 year old, 5'-9" tall, 175 lb. guy who has been happily married for 9 years to the same beautiful, blonde haired, blue eyed woman named Laurie. Before I get too far into this narrative, I want to say up front that this is not a fictional story intended simply to arouse the reader; but rather, this is an accurate account of the circumstances of my individual sexual experience. I am a successful corporate executive and I work in the financial services industry in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Now I will describe my wife Laurie. She has always been obsessed with her weight and she is a total fitness chick. She works out religiously at least 60 minutes every day. Even when we're on vacation, she either finds a gym to work out at, or she goes for a run. She has a stunning figure.

Laurie and I are both 5-9" tall. Since Laurie enjoys wearing heals, and because she is a slender 126 lbs., she is actually appears to be two or three inches taller than I am when we're out together. As a result, most of my friends believe that Laurie is taller than I am. Laurie is two years younger than I am (36 years young). Because Laurie has always avoided the sun, and due to excellent genes resulting in amazing skin, she really looks to be 27 or 28 years old. All of our friends believe that she is 10 years younger than I am.

Laurie is extremely concerned with her appearance. She has had two cosmetic surgeries, both of which I didn't think she needed at all. She had some tiny wrinkles around her eyes (I never noticed them, but she did) removed. And when she was 30 she had her boobs, that had started to sag slightly, firmed up. At the time she had her boobs lifted, she also had them slightly augmented (again, not necessary as she has always had big boobs). As a result, given her otherwise petite frame, her size D breasts look very large on her. This causes most men to stare at her chest when she wears tight fitting tops.

I first met Laurie in High School in San Francisco, California when I was a senior and she was a sophomore. She ran track in High School, and she said that during that time she felt too tall, and she felt like her boobs were too large for her slender frame. I have always been attracted to girls with nice racks, so I took notice of Laurie when we first meet in a coed tennis class. She had a boyfriend at the time, a tall, basketball player named Greg who, like me, was also a senior.

I flirted with Laurie early and often during that tennis class. I thought about her constantly. She seemed to enjoy the extra attention. Our tennis class ended at noon. She knew that I always went off campus to lunch and one day she asked me if she could go with my buddy and me to lunch since she didn't have either a license or a car. Of course, I encouraged her to come with us, and I was happy that she joined us. During that tennis class, Laurie joined us at lunch a couple of times a week. I discovered that she usually joined us when her boyfriend Greg was doing his own thing for lunch. That was fine with me.

Toward the end of the semester, Laurie broke up with her boyfriend Greg. She told me that she needed some "space" from Greg and she said that he was "getting too controlling." She added that he was also jealous and she thought it best to give their relationship a break.

Within a week or two, I had asked her out to dinner and a movie. She declined, but was nice about it. Therefore, I asked her out the next weekend. Again she declined but this time it was more reluctant than an outright shoot down. So I asked her out again. The third time she didn't decline, but it was more like an acceptance based either on pity or so that I would continue to take her off campus to lunch with me. Perhaps she just didn't want to lose her meal ticket. Either way, I was delighted because she accepted.

However, Laurie said that she had two conditions before she would go out with me. I wanted desperately to go out with her, so I would have agreed to pretty much anything. Her first condition was that since she had just put the brakes on her relationship with a controlling guy (Greg), she said that she'd only go out with me if I agreed never to be "the jealous, controlling type."

To be honest, I didn't know if I was a jealous or controlling type guy, but I immediately assured her that I was neither. Her second condition was that I wear some shoes with large heels because she didn't want to be "way taller" than I was. I told her that I wouldn't wear my tennis shoes, and that I had a pair of dress boots with 1 ½" heels.

Our first date was really fun. Laurie was energetic, exciting, and incredibly attractive. She wore a tight white top that really showed off her amazing breasts. It seemed like every guy looked at her. I felt so proud and lucky to be going out with such a hot girl that I didn't care that all eyes were on her.

Despite being 2 years younger, I knew that Laurie had dated a lot more than I had. She had a number of prior steady boyfriends. And she was just more experienced in the ways of the world. For example, Laurie drank alcohol (I never had at that point), she could swear better than I could, and she was just more worldly in general. Admittedly, I had lead a pretty sheltered life having been raised in a strict religious household, which Laurie said was "sort of charming."

She let me kiss her at the end of our first date, but she quickly ended the kiss after just a second or two. That was okay with me, I'd kissed Laurie!

We continued to date once a week for the next month. I'd have gone out every night with her, but Laurie was only free about one night a week. During that time, her old boyfriend Greg was continually trying to get back together her. It drove him crazy that I was going out with her. And, of course, it pissed me off to no end that he was continually trying to win her back. Since Greg was more popular than I was, it drove me nuts that he was still after her.

One afternoon, one of my buddies told me that he'd seen Laurie driving around with Greg in his Mustang. I knew that Laurie loved Greg's car, and she loved that Greg's parents were wealthy and that Greg always had money.

Trying to appear to be neither "jealous" nor "controlling," when I saw Laurie later that evening, I asked her if she'd been out with Greg. I'll never forget her response.

Without hesitating she said, "Oh brother, are you jealous just because Greg drove me home?"

I lied to her by saying, "no, I was just curious. It's no big deal."

She knew better and replied, "Sure." She then admitted that one of the reasons she allowed him to drive her home is because he told her that he had some great pot and he knew that she loved to smoke weed from time-to-time.

Since I was raised in a strict household, I had no clue about drugs. Nevertheless, I didn't want to appear naïve, so I told her that I had no problem with her and Greg smoking a little pot. Of course, I was lying and it was killing me inside that she was still hanging out with Greg.

Laurie's knew that it bothered me despite my claims to the contrary. However, she merely said, "You told me you were not the jealous type, remember?"

I had no choice but to respond, "Hey look, it's no big deal."

Nevertheless, I was unable to sleep that night knowing that Laurie was hanging out with Greg and smoking pot with him.

That Friday night, I asked Laurie out again. She told me that she could go out Saturday night, but that she couldn't go out Friday night as she had other "plans."

I suspected that she was going out to smoke some more pot with Greg. But I didn't ask any questions for fear that she'd break things off with me for being jealous or controlling. So I couldn't say anything, even though it was torture for me whenever I thought of her possibly being with Greg.

Friday night I went out with my buddies, but I couldn't think of anything other than where Laurie was. Time crawled that night.

Saturday night finally rolled around and I picked Laurie up in my Volkswagen. We had a good time, but Laurie seemed distant. It was like she wanted to be somewhere else. So I asked her if anything was bothering her.

Laurie claimed that there was nothing bothering her. Perhaps it was me that was preoccupied because she sensed that something was different. She knew that it bothered me that she was talking to Greg still, but she told me that I was going to "turn into the jealous type," we'd need to give our relationship a break.

Once again, I had no alternative but to insist that I was not jealous and that if she was out with Greg the night before, "it was cool with me."

Laurie suddenly grinned brightly and leaned over and hugged and kissed me and thanked me for being understanding.

Later that night, Laurie asked me if I'd ever drink alcohol. I had not, and I admitted it. She then said that she was going to end my "alcohol virginity." I had my first beer that night. Laurie drank wine, while I had 3 Budweiser beers. Laurie was proud of me for stepping out from under my strict religious upbringing.

I was feeling fewer inhibitions, and while we were kissing in the back seat of my car, I moved my right hand down from her shoulder and lowered it to top area. Even though it was over her top and bra, it still felt great to have my right hand on her left breast. I was literally shaking.

While laughing at the trembling in my hands, she moved my hand away after she me feel her breast for a few seconds. She then asked sarcastically, "what, do you think you're going to lose your alcohol virginity and your sexual virginity on the same night?" She laughed out loud so hard that she pushed me away so that she could laugh at me good and hard. After she'd calmed down, I think she felt sorry for me. She asked me if I'd ever seen a girl's "tits" before. I admitted that I had not in real life, only magazines.

Laurie pushed me over onto my side of the back seat and she told me that since I'd agreed to drink with her, she was going to "give me a treat." But before, she said that she didn't know if I'd be able to restrain myself so she made me sit in left, back seat and she put the seat belt on me. She cautioned that if I released the belt, the "treat" would be over.

Once I agreed to not move, and to remain restrained by the seat belt, Laurie moved as far away as possible, by sitting in the right, rear seat. She starred directly into my eyes while she reached down and slowly pulled her snug fitting top over her head. There, before my straining eyes, was Laurie's bra, which seemed to barely harness her large breasts. The bra seemed so tight, that the tops of her boobs were spilling out of the top of it. Fortunately, we were parked in a parking lot that had good lighting. It was an incredible sight.

Laurie knew that I loved the sight of her bra covered breasts. She looking at my eyes, Laurie reached for my right hand and placed it up against her bra. I immediately squeezed her large, bra covered breast. It was awesome. I begged her to remove her bra. She agreed on the condition that I again promise that I would not get "jealous and weird" of Greg, who was just "a friend."

I would have agreed to anything and immediately said, "of course."

So Laurie reached behind her back and unhooked her bra strap. She slowly removed her bra, and I'll never forget her big boobs bouncing as she unleashed her 32 D cup breasts. Then I instantly noticed that her areolas were super large.

I'd seen lots of naked breasts in magazines, but the size of her nipples and areolas were amazingly large. They looked to be easily 2 inches in diameter. To be honest, I thought that her areolas were so large that they looked unusual. But then given the size of her big breasts, I'll never forget thinking, "well, all big breasted women must all have big nipples."

Anticipating that I was focused and starring at her large nipples, she said, "guys seem to love my big tits and big areolas."

When I said, "oh my God they look awesome," Laurie erupted in laughter again, causing her boobs to bounce on her chest. It was an amazing sight. Up to that point in my life, I'd never been more fascinated with a visual sight than that.

Then I noticed a number of marks on her boobs. I asked her what the marks were. She seemed annoyed by the naïve question and immediately blurted out, "oh my God, I thought you agreed not to be jealous!"

As soon as my brain processed her comment, it occurred to me that the marks may have hickeys. An "oh" must have escaped from me.

Laurie had all of the control in our relationship and she asserted it again by saying, "listen Markie [her pet name for me], if you're going to be jealous, you know that I'll have to put the breaks on seeing you, right?"

Again, I said, "I know our agreement and I'm not jealous . . . I swear, I just didn't know what the marks were."

Laurie said, "sure Mark."

I quickly apologized. And I tried to again insist that I was not jealous since I didn't want to do anything to hamper our relationship.

Laurie then said she thought we would need to just be friends for a while. I assured her that I was not jealous.

In response, Laurie said that she believed I was, but that she could "test" my claims of not being jealous. She said she wanted to be sure that I was not going to be jealous because she couldn't take having to deal with another jealous, controlling guy. She told me that I was likely going to fail her "jealousy test," and that most guys would.

I confidently assured Laurie I would easily pass her test.

Laurie then demanded that I remain restrained and put my hands behind my back. With that, Laurie sat back in her seat, and folded her arms under her big breasts, which only made them push out even more prominently. Looking directly into my eyes, Laurie leaned forward so that I could see her boobs up close (I was still restrained by the seat belt), and she asked, "do you know what the marks on my tits are from?"

As I starred up close to the amazing sight, I replied, "no" (even though I was praying it was not from Greg).

Laurie continued to look me right in the eyes and said, "last night, Greg and I went to the beach to smoke the rest of his pot, and he gave me the hickeys. Yes, those are hickeys from Greg sucking on my tits last night."

Laurie then waited to gauge my reaction. Now, however, her eyes alternated looking at my eyes and my erection. She added, "I told Greg not to suck them so hard in one place because it would leave a hickey, but I think he wanted to put the hickeys all over me."

Laurie then noticed that my penis jumped. She got an evil smile on her face. She slowly reached over and gently rested her hand on the tent that had developed in my Dockers.

Laurie continued, "Greg sucked on my nipples so much that they are still very tender tonight, but thank God they are already dark or you'd see huge hickeys there too."

Again, I have no idea why, but my penis jumped twice. I was rock hard. Laurie again grinned devilishly.

Laurie then asked, "now Markie, does it make you jealous or mad that another guy was sucking on my tits last night?"

I was insanely jealous, but my cock was undeniably totally erect. I didn't answer, but she didn't let me off the hook.

She repeated the question, to which I responded, "Oh, I'm just amazed at your fantastic breasts . . . and no I'm not jealous."

Laurie got that devilish grin again. "Are you sure you're not jealous of Greg?"

I lied again, "no, it's cool."

Laurie then whispered into my ear, "Markie, your cock is cute . . . it's small, but it's cute."

I didn't know what "cute" meant, but the small comment was embarrassing. I was speechless. Up till that point in time, I assumed I was average. Her devilish grin remained on her face as she was clearly enjoying tormenting me.

I was still sitting with my hands behind my back and Laurie leaned over and whispered, "You are still not allowed to touch me, but you can free your hands and, if you want, you can touch yourself."

I was not about to play with myself in front of a total hottie; that was something I did solely in private. I thought it was weird that she would want to see me play with myself, so I assumed it was another bizarre test of hers.

She continued, "Mark, if you stroke your cock, I just might show you my pussy."

I was speechless. Was she for real? Why the hell would she want to see me stroke my cock? Damn, I thought, "how humiliating to masturbate in front of someone else."

"Mark, you passed my test . . . now have you ever seen a real pussy?" Laurie inquired.

I was embarrassed to answer, so I said nothing.

She kept whispering in my ear, "Mark, I know that you jerk off thinking about me . . . so why not jerk off now while you get a glimpse of my pussy?"

I was frozen. I desperately wanted to see her pussy, but I was mortified at the thought of masturbating in front of her.

But Laurie was unrelenting, "go ahead and stroke your cute, little cock . . . and I'll show you my pussy."

I wanted to see her shaved vagina so much that I reluctantly zipped open the fly of my Dockers and released my 5" penis.

Laurie leaned back into her seat and with her devilish grin, she laughing said, "go ahead and stroke yourself Mark; I know you want to."

I gingerly grabbed my penis and began to slowly stroke it.

Laurie knew that my stroking was far too passive, and she blurted out, "come on, be a man and stroke that cute, little cock!"

In response, I started stroking in earnest. Laurie lifted her short skirt, and revealed a red thong. As I masturbated in front of her, she laughed while she pulled her thong to one side.

I saw my first pussy . . . and it was so incredibly beautiful. I immediately started having an orgasm. Sperm was flying as Laurie screamed and laughed at the same time.

She continued to tease me by laughingly asking, "Wow Markie, how long did that take you, all of 15 seconds?"

(To be continued in Part II)

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by Anonymous12/31/17

Yeah right!

You claim to be a successful executive yet you don't know how to spell HEELS?

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by MightyHorny08/07/17

Wait... this CANNOT be a true story!... C'mon - really???

You know who need to be blame for this whole fiasco here?

Not Laurie - she may be fucking evil, so evil in fact that I truly cannot understand how any high school girl could become so irredeemably twisted,more...

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