The following summer, Linda went away for a month to church camp. When she came back, she told me that she had met a guy there and she wanted to go out with him, but still keep me as her boyfriend. I was shocked by this but didn’t want to loose her, so I agreed.
I was at her house the day Robert came to pick her up for their date. It was really tough watching her nervously walking around the house waiting for him to show. I didn't understand why she wanted me there, and at the same time I wanted to be there.
When he showed up, I could see immediately why Linda was interested in him. He was the attractive football quarterback type, very sure of himself. I was surprised when he gave her a kiss when he came in the door. Obviously, they had been more then a little friendly at camp. Her mother was also standing there watching the scene. I can only imagine what she must have thought about me as I stood silently watching my girlfriend, and her daughter, warmly greeting a new suitor. She told Linda to be home by and waved as the two of them left. I turned and looked at her mother, very embarrassed. She just smiled then turned and walked out of the room, never saying a word to me. With no one else there, I let myself out and drove off.
I knew where they were going for their date. The annual county fair was in town. I went home and told my parents that I was going to the fair and would be home late. I wandered around the fair grounds looking for Linda and Robert. Within an hour, I spotted them on one of the rides. I watched as they got off, holding hands and seemingly having a great time. Then I watched them get on the Ferris Wheel. As the ride spun around I could see them in the chair. Whenever the ride would stop, Robert would lean over and kiss Linda. I could tell that she was really enjoying his attention.
As luck would have it, three of Linda's friends walked up to me. I could tell that they couldn't wait to see if I knew what Linda was doing. "Who’s the guy with Linda? Why isn't she with you? Did you two break up?"
Those were tough questions to answer since I really didn't know. I stammered out a reply that she was out with a friend she had met at camp. The girls exchanged looks that told that they knew something strange was going on and that Linda had gotten the best of me. Just knowing that they knew increased my embarrassment three-fold. I couldn't look at them and heard their snickers and laughter as I walked away. How would I ever face them again after this?
I followed Linda and Robert the rest of the night, watching the affection they shared grow, the multiple kisses and smiles. From a distance, I watched him open and hold the car door for her, watched as she slid over to unlock his door, and stayed in the middle of the bench seat. He put his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled against him as they drove off. Part of me wanted to follow, to see if they stopped to park some place private, to see if she directed him to "our" parking spot in the woods a mile from her house. However, I was defeated. I couldn't bear anymore. I went home to bed, but not to sleep. Sleep never came that night as I rewound the scenes of their playfulness over and over.
I called her the next day. She acted as though nothing had happened. She wouldn't tell me anything about their date, but hinted that there might be other dates in the near future.
I know she continued to write to him (this was before email), he called her a few times as well.
We had been somewhat sexually active as teenagers, enjoying petting and making out. However, we had never 'gone all the way'. After her date, she started suggesting that we should have sex. I reminded her how we had talked about not doing it until after high school. However, obviously she had changed her mind. Though she never said so, I was pretty sure that she and Robert had had sex, that she had tasted the forbidden fruit and now wanted more. My refusal to give in led to our brief breakup a few weeks later. She started dating a few guys while I dated one girl twice. We got back together during the fall of the next school year and continued dating through high school and into college. We got married when we were both in college.
I never forgot about that night Linda went out with Robert as it had a lasting effect on me. That memory led to my desire to be cuckolded. Fortunately, I was able to talk freely and openly to Linda more and more as time went on.
And the rest, as they say, is history.