Decdoug - I Am Doug

This was just a couple of months ago, sent to her new “friend” J. They were sending flirty texts about her all over suntan and he asked for photographic proof.

I can’t help but wonder what else is on your bucket list @causeidalreadyknow 🔥

Should I make a comeback? Will base my decision on number of people that reblog this post, and possibly the comments 😘.

Yeah, these are questions I like to get answers to.

Old friends and old truths.

I recently caught up with an old mate, one I had not seen for well over twenty years. We had a good night, we talked a lot of shit about how good we were and laughed at plenty of good times. We actually dated (well, lived with) sisters for many years, neither of us ended up marrying those two girls but we were pretty much brothers-in-law for the better part of fifteen years.

Talk got onto the two sisters and the subject of cheating came up (he and the sister he was with both cheated on each other towards the end). I told him how I had always suspected my one had cheated on me in the early days of us starting to live together. I walked into the kitchen of the first place we shared one day, I was almost certain (just not quite) that my mate, a different one, had been feeling her up. He kinda stepped back, pulled his hands away from her arse and looked all guilty. It was one of those moments that didn’t gel at first, it wasn’t until later that night that I started to think about what I had seen.

Back to catching up with my former almost BIL. It must have been the way I looked at him when I said I had suspected her. I was definitely fishing, seeing if he knew anything to quell all those years of curiosity but I certainly did not expect an apology. An apology for fucking my ex, it seems he enjoyed both sisters treats along the way - something I dreamed of many times, I always thought the older one (his partner) was way hotter. Anyway, he was apologising to me, thinking I had been onto him way back then. I was absolutely pissing myself laughing, the look on his face was pretty priceless.

I did ask him how many times before I told him what I was really intending to ask him about. Apparently it was a few, more than a few actually, he didn’t really remember. Maybe half a dozen times was the final number he settled on. The most interesting one, it seems, was on the beach one night when were camping, pretty much right next to where his girlfriend was sleeping (I was asleep in the back of my car, I remember the night well).

Anyway, once we finished laughing about that (I really don’t like her so it really was nothing but funny to me) I asked him about the other mate. He went a bit sheepish, like he felt guilty or bad for me. Then he just said yeah, and then he named another guy and said he did too. Apparently everyone knew the one I was suspicious about had fucked her one night, I now know they got busted in the back of a car by a couple of guys. Word got around (except to me) and another guy from the football club figured she was fair game. It seems she was.

So, I guess I was first cuckolded way back when I was a young man in my twenties. As I said I certainly had strong suspicions at the time, but I never did anything about it. Apart from when we broke up that is, I did throw in a cheap shot, saying I knew she had cheated on me. Thinking back on her face when I said it, now it makes sense. She looked confused, probably because she was wondering which time or times I knew about. That, in itself, is funny to think back on.

It never turned me on to think of her with other guys, nothing about her turns me on these days, no thoughts or memories. It never really bothered me at the time funnily enough, but it wasn’t something I wanted her to do more of. I can’t help but wonder though, did just knowing plant the seed for my fantasies somehow?