James’ wife Lydia, cuckold him on their wedding night. And he loves her too much to blame her for it. In fact, he secretly enjoys it.
I had a crush on Lydia ever since i got to know her when we were classmates in Singapore Polytechnic.
She wasn’t the most ‘chio’, nor the one with the nicest legs, or biggest boobs, but there was something magnetic about her.
Her confidence filled the room like sunlight breaking through a gloomy sky. Lydia had this spunky attitude—an undeniable spark in her eyes that dared you to try and keep up. And then there was her smile. That smile could melt even the coldest heart, making you forget the world, even for just a moment.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed; the guys in class leaned forward in their seats whenever she spoke, captivated by her energy. But somehow, it didn’t feel forced. Lydia wasn’t trying to be the center of attention—she just was.
She’s just so natural that no part of it felt fake or forced.
While most of us stumbled through those awkward first days, still figuring out who to sit with during lunch or how to navigate the sprawling campus, Lydia moved with ease. She befriended everyone, from the quiet introverts in the corner to the lecturers themselves. She had this knack for making people feel seen, like they mattered.
Even for a quiet and shy individual like me, she managed to get me to speak up. She managed to get me excited, both on the mental and physical front.
Because of Lydia, i made an attempt to try and open up more during the tertiary years. I would do anything just to be close to her.
However, i cannot just change my character over night, so I was one of those quiet ones, lingering in the background, admiring her from a distance. I told myself it was harmless. Just a crush, I thought—a passing admiration for someone so unlike me. But with every passing day, it became harder to deny. It wasn’t just her looks, though those were impossible to ignore. Lydia had beautiful, delicate features—large, expressive eyes that seemed to light up when she laughed, a graceful nose, and a cascade of dark, wavy hair that she often brushed back with a flick of her hand. She was the kind of beautiful that didn’t seem real, and yet, there she was, sitting just a few rows ahead of me every morning.
Try as i might, i was relegated to the ‘friendzone’ category. Lydia liked spending time with me, we chat on the phone, we go out on dates alone, we watch movies, i was so nice to her, i even did her project work for her.
My friend Tom told me Lydia was just friendly to me because i was topping the class in the course, but i refused to believe it. I believed Lydia and i had a connection.
A connection that others will not understand.
Lydia and i kept in close contact even after polytechnic. When i was in the army, we will text each other every night. She will tell me about her boyfriends, the problems she faces, and i will tell her some possible solutions.
I was the one she go to whenever she had problems. It’s like she could not function without me, having her depend on me made me feel wanted and special.
I will do anything for her.
My big break finally came one evening when Lydia broke up with Dave, a man she thought she will marry. In fact, they had gone as far as to apply for a BTO flat. They have been together for almost 3 years but things just didn’t work out.
It was my 28th birthday, and i rushed out after work to meet Lydia in a cafe at Siglap. She was sitting in a corner and she was crying.
She leaned against me and before long, she was crying in my embrace.
I held Lydia as her sobs echoed in the quiet cafe, my heart aching to see her in such pain. I stroked her hair gently, whispering soft words of comfort as she let out all the emotions she had been holding back.
James : don’t cry Lydia…my heart breaks when i see you cry…
Lydia : really?
James : All these years…i’ve seen you go through so many heartbreaks…i…i…
Lydia : You what?
James : I just want to say…my heart…breaks each time…you…you…i…
Lydia : Just say it…
James : i…will you…give me a chance to take care of you…not as a friend, not as a BFF…i..i…
Lydia : You mean…you want to be my boyfriend?
Her eyes searched mine, filled with vulnerability and confusion. In that moment, something shifted between us, an unspoken understanding passing between our gaze.
James: I…i…
Lydia held onto my and wiped her tears on my chest, nodding as she tuck herself into my embrace.
Lydia : ok…
James :really?
Lydia nodded.
I almost wanted to scream in the cafe. After so many years, after so long. Lydia finally said yes to me.
My friends told me right off the bat that i’m a spare tyre. Someone she is using to rebound off her heartbreak but i refused to believe it.
Our feelings for each other was true.
The next few months went by in a blur, Lydia and i knew each other so well already. I’ve met her parents so many times, and our dating period seemed awfully condensed.
3 months after we got together officially, Lydia asked me to propose to her.
It was like a dream come true. I bought a ring and proposed to her, she accepted.
She said yes.
We booked a hotel banquet, we booked the JP for our ROM ceremony. We even booked the tickets for our honeymoon. All the pieces were falling in place except for one thing
One rather small issue.
Lydia and i…we…
We haven had sex yet.
We held hands, we hugged, we kissed, but we stopped short of having sex.
Lydia : I want to keep it…for our wedding night…surely you won’t want to force it on me now right?
James: of course not…of course not…it’s only right that we do it after we get married…
Lydia : Thank you James…i’m so glad you understand…
It was unbearable for me not being able to touch Lydia the way i want to but it also gave me a glimmer of hope.
What hope?
You see, if Lydia is so particular about her chastity, i’m sure she has also abstained from sex with her past few boyfriends. That means, she is still a virgin. She still has her chastity and she will be giving herself to me on our wedding night.
You tell me that is not beautiful?
Everything was going well until i noticed something that was a bit off when we were planning the wedding invites.
Lydia has invited her ex-boyfriends to the wedding.
Initially, i thought it was just to spite them, and they will not turn up, but i was wrong.
Of the 5 ex-boyfriend she invited, 3 of them RSVPed to the invitation. They will be coming.
I didn’t think much of it, i knew all of them. I was Lydia’s BFF afterall, we hung out together several times in the past. She’s marrying me now, not them.
I was looking forward to the happiest night of my life.
I just didn’t expect Lydia to cuckold me, a few hours after we put our signature on the wedding certificate.
I never expect the first time i get to see her in the nude, she was being bred by someone else.
And you know what’s worse?
I love her so much, that i find myself condoning to the acts that will make any sane men go mad.
I love Lydia so much, that i watched her cuckold me with her ex-boyfriends, on our wedding night.
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