The Development of My Cuckold Fetish

Let's talk about this today. My wife gave me her virginity when she was 17. I've always fantasized about her being with someone else, and I don't like swapping or married women. I like prostitutes and unmarried girls. Also, in the ten years I've been with my wife, I've mentioned my mother's infidelity and peeping at my parents having sex (my mother passed away from breast cancer in 1997 when she was under 40. I love my mother, so this article won't use detailed descriptions or words like "fucking" or "sex." Those who like details can leave now).
My mother graduated from vocational school at 19 and became a nurse at an infectious disease hospital dozens of miles outside the city. My father worked in another city, hundreds of kilometers away. My parents met through an introduction during the National Day holiday in 1979 when my mother was 20, and they hastily got married in December through connections. I was born in July 1980, and my birth certificate states that I was full-term, meaning they had sex as soon as they met. (My aunt told me that my mother had a boyfriend before she married my father, but my grandfather disagreed with her dating a soldier, so they broke up. Because of this, I even doubted whether I was my father's child.) My father only came home for a few dozen days a year due to transportation difficulties. My mother and I lived in a small bungalow far from the hospital's residential area. My mother was too young and had a short tenure, and this was already considered a way to support her while she was separated from her husband and raising their child. I can't remember if I was five or six years old, but one night I suddenly woke up for some reason and vaguely saw two naked people piled on top of each other. The person on the bottom was my mother, and I didn't know who was on top. The person on top was moving, and my mother on the bottom was making panting sounds from time to time, occasionally letting out a few "ouches." It definitely wasn't my father; he was still hundreds of kilometers away. I didn't dare to make a sound and just watched. I saw them a few more times afterward, but I couldn't really see anything clearly until my father was transferred to a hospital in the same city, and my mother was transferred to a city hospital a few months later, and then I stopped seeing them. Later, I learned that my mother's affair with two unmarried doctors had been discovered, and the two doctors got into a fight because of jealousy, each claiming that my mother was theirs. The affair was exposed, so he couldn't stay there. He was transferred, received a disciplinary action, and almost went to labor camp. Looking back now, I don't blame my mother. She didn't have much affection for me before getting married, and they lived apart. Plus, she saw two unmarried young men every day, so maybe she felt romantic. Later, we moved to a 10-square-meter room in my father's factory dormitory, where we lived for eight years. My parents' relationship started to improve, and they even bought a VCR. My father would put his arm around my mother, and my mother would put her arm around me to watch the videos. I started puberty at 11, and from 13 onwards, because I had witnessed my mother's infidelity and secretly watched the pornographic videotapes my parents had hidden during summer vacations—all from Europe and America—I often spied on my parents having sex. We had two beds, one big and one small, placed side by side, with a large wardrobe at the head of each bed, separated by a curtain like those used in movie theaters near my bed. My parents had sex quite frequently, about three or four times a week, usually in the early morning or before dawn. Later, I figured out a pattern: whenever my mother put a small basin and a large syringe under the bed, it meant they were going to have sex. It started with eavesdropping. Later, I came up with a plan: I burned a hole the size of a coin with a cigarette butt in a spot where I could see from where I was lying down. Mom found out but just complained that Dad smoked at home. Since opaque fabric was hard to find, she didn't change it. I started spying. Usually, Mom would wash Dad's penis first, sometimes giving him oral sex at his request before having sex. Afterward, Mom would get off and use a syringe to flush her vagina. When they had sex, Dad would be on top of Mom. But one time, when Dad was drunk, I discovered a secret. Dad knew about Mom's affair! That day, Dad came home late at night. Mom had finished washing and was waiting for him. Dad got into bed, undressed, and ordered Mom to sit on him. Mom sat on him and started moving up and down, soon groaning loudly. Not caring if I heard, Dad asked Mom which of the three of them was the best. Mom paused for a long time and said, "Yours is the best!" Afterward, they fell asleep in each other's arms. But I couldn't sleep! This might be the beginning of my cuckoldry fetish. People say that only wives who aren't virgins or who have cheated on their husbands have cuckoldry fantasies, but that's not me. From the moment I started having sex with my wife, I fantasized about her having sex with other men, but I never dared to bring it up until the passion faded. Although I've always resisted the idea, this is perhaps the most honest thought in my heart. Even now, I haven't told my wife that my mother has two lovers, but my father knows the truth. This year, I came across 69 and wanted to talk about my feelings. Anyway, nobody online knows who I am, and my wife doesn't know about 69. It's been 20 years since my mother passed away. I love my mother; her story has influenced my entire life. May you be well in heaven!

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