I was cucked even before I got married. I was eighteen and my girlfriend Zena was nineteen and I guess I worshipped the ground she walked on and we wanted to marry as soon as possible. Trouble was, her mum reckoned that I was a bit immature and too young - so she set a test. I had to stay away from her daughter for a whole six months and in that time Zena could date as many guys as she wanted. I reluctantly agreed as I got accepted for a job in another state. I really was going to miss the sex with Zena as she was inventive and would try anything, even stuff I thought was a bit bizarre.
Zena and I kept in touch by phone (her mum allowed that) but more and more when I called her mum would answer and say "I'm sorry, but Zena is out at the moment." I even tried calling early in the morning but to add to my frustration her mum would again answer "I'm sorry, but Zena didn't come home last night." When I finally did catch Zena she was always contrite and apologised for not being there and would mumble about being "...out with friends", or, a bit more brazenly "...surely you don't want me to drive home drunk do you? I thought you loved me!" What could I say?
Well, around that time friends of mine would get in touch and in the conversation they'd ask in a puzzled voice "Are you and Zena still going together?" When I said yes I'd get a pause and then "...oh...".
Five months went by and I got a rare call from Zena, she was upset and sobbing but I couldn't get any sense from her except she kept saying "I love you, I love you." Finally her mum came on the line. She asked if I still wanted to marry her daughter and I said yes.
"Well..." said her mum "...you'd better come home then. I'll arrange everything for next month."
Yep, you guessed it. Zena was knocked up and was going to be pushing a pram real soon. Strangely enough, I wasn't all that worried. More turned on than anything else. Maybe it was wrong to base marriage vows on an incredible sexual attraction and turn-on. But what the hell, I did anyway - and have no regrets. As her mum said "All the other babies will be yours."
We were married in a quiet ceremony and my new mother-in-law suggested that due to the 'intimate' knowledge many of the guys in town had of my wife - it might be better to re-locate to another town. By this time Zena was just over three months pregnant and had a nice little bulge starting. We moved to my cousin's place on a temporary basis.
My cousin Greg was single, twenty-nine and one of the foremen at a big foundary and he could get me a job. He was very blunt about it, a high paying job for me (no starting on the ground floor!) and all he wanted was 'shares' on my wife. Well, I put the proposition to Zena - and she shrugged, 'He's gonna end up fucking me anyway, so we might as well get something out of it'. Zena then laughed 'It's not as if he'll be getting me any more knocked up than I am now!'
I told Greg it was ok and he grinned and lightly punched me on the shoulder.
'Hey cuz...' he said '...it'll work out - you're doing shift work and I'll be putting it to her when you're not here, and vice versa! On our days off we'll just have to arrange something... maybe just a quickie in the morning will do me!'
FUCK MY WIFE!
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