A Cuckold's Diary

The events described here happened in the 1970s. Before smart phones. Before the Internet. Hell, before Penthouse Letters. Which means that what I was (a cuckold) and what I am 40+ years later (still a cuckold) were not things I heard about and got curious; apparently they sprang of their own accord from my fertile and fevered little brain. This matters, because I am often asked where my desire to be cuckolded came from. Herein, my best recollection of how it all began