1. Inspired to be a Cuckold as a Teen


    Date: 7/5/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: edlangston, Source: LushStories

    Most of my friends, coworkers, and neighbors think that I’m pitiful, weak, and stupid for submissively encouraging my young wife to fuck other men. But of course, that doesn’t stop them from taking their turns in her slutty pussy and mouth. I’ll tell you more about my current situation in due time, but first, I’d like to explain how this cuckold mindset started for me. My name is Ed, but people called me Eddie when I was growing up in Savannah, Georgia. I turned sixteen in the mid-1980s, during the spring before my junior year in high school. Dad bought me a used car, and I had been driving for two months in the middle of the summer, when I met the girl who took my cherry. I had dated several girls after getting my car, but the farthest I had gotten was making out and rubbing their tits a little bit. I was at church with my parents one Sunday morning, and I noticed a family that I didn’t recognize signing the guest register when they walked in. I looked at the register, and saw they were a family visiting from Rhode Island. The father was a pastor in the same denomination in his home church, and was there with his wife, thirteen-year-old son, and a seventeen-year-old daughter named Elsie. She was cute, sexy looking, and seemed nice, with straight, shoulder-length, dishwater-blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I introduced myself after the main service, when she came to my Sunday school class, and I found out that they were staying with friends in a condo in a neighboring ...
    town near the beach. For those of you who have lived in or near beach towns, you’ll know what I mean when I talk about how pretty those tanned girls of summer can be, and at the time, wearing pink lip gloss. Elsie was about five feet and five inches tall, weighing maybe one hundred and twenty pounds, and she had a nice set of what I’m guessing were C-cup tits, and a well-shaped, protruding ass. We talked and whispered in the back of the class, and I surprised myself by having the courage to ask her out on a date for that night. It was scary because girls usually dated boys older than themselves. Not only was I a year younger, but she seemed very mature, self-assured, and somehow worldly for her age. I was handsome, as I had been told by others, six feet tall, and weighed one hundred and seventy-five pounds, but I still thought that she was way out of my league. Elsie surprisingly agreed to the date, and gave me the address of their condo, which was about twenty-five miles from where I lived. My father had not previously allowed me to go out of town with my car, and it took quite a bit of convincing, and a promise to do some chores, to get him to allow me to go there. I can remember being so excited that afternoon, washing and waxing my car and getting it all cleaned up for my date that night. I got to her condo at 7:30 pm and met her family, and then we were off on our date. She looked fantastic in a short skirt and camisole top, and I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt. At ...
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