7 comments/ 201599 views/ 7 favorites First Time Cuckold By: terrytel They say if you write you should base it on personal experiences and so I shall. Aged 38 my wife had left teaching to have a baby before it was too late, and he was now 4 months old. Jude was bored at being at home, bored of breast feeding, dirty nappies, sleepless nights, and a vastly restricted social life. To cheer her up I decided to take her out to our favourite Indian restaurant, the El Amir in London’s docklands. The owner Hassam greeted us as always ushering us into the sort of empty establishment you get on a wet, Monday night in December. He sat with us at the end of the meal and commiserated with her, treating us to free alcohol and his own problems. He was in his late fifties and his wife had died some eight years before leaving him celibate, and with two sons aged eighteen and sixteen. They worked in the restaurant which by all accounts was not currently doing well. Jude commented at this point that they looked more like twelve and fourteen in fact so young she could wet nurse them. I must admit I wondered whether their ages were inflated so they could work legally in the place and not attend school. The evening wore on and the conversation got quite racy as it always did with Hassim who as always complimented my wife on her appearance, particularly her ample breast size and elegant legs. He also dropped into the conversation that his youngest son Shazad [ who was always the one to serve us ] was also appreciative of her looks, had she noticed? Jude laughed, agreed she had and commented on how flattering she’d found it. Changing the conversation to the slow business at night she suggested he have a cabaret at the weekend to bring back in the lunch time trade, which consisted mainly of lone Asian business men. At this point I nipped out to buy some cigarettes and was gone some thirty minutes as that part of the city is deserted at night. Having found a store and returned I was in time to hear that he had taken up her suggestion and was going to start the coming weekend. I took out my wallet to pay the bill but Hassim refused laughing and said he’d probably being paying me money. Once home and the baby sitter departed, I asked what his comment was all about. In reply she disappeared into the bedroom and about five minutes later reappeared as a Sally Bowles and putting on the Cabaret mimed to Liza Minelli’s rendition of the same. I have to say the hat, stockings, suspenders, and black underwear was electrifying, as was the sex that followed! During the rest of the week she carried out continual arrangements by phone with the restaurant, arranged for our son to go to her mothers for the weekend, and purchased several sets of sexy underwear. On the Friday night we arrived at nine and saw straight away Hassam has put together a small, tented stage by the bar with a backcloth plus a chair. The tables had been rearranged so that a part of ten quite elderly Asian business men could eat together facing it. Shazad immediately brought us a two bottles of champagne which Jude who had been nervous all day didn’t really need as she had been fortifying her courage at home. It was about ten when Shazad came and got her and Hassam sat down with me to watch the show. The music came on, Shazad switched on some bar spots turned around to illuminate the stage, and Jude came out singing cabaret. At first she was largely ignored, until half way through the song she stepped out of her skimpy dress and stood there in black teddy. It didn’t leave much to the imagination barely covering her nipples at one end whilst being so tight between the crutch you could see her slit through it. Couple this with suspenders holding up sheer black, silk stockings, her natural ability to flaunt her body, and they became riveted. At the end of the song there was applause and cries of show us more! At this point I realised I didn’t know how she was going to follow it up. Signalling to Shazad to change the music she then started to dance very erotically revealing a breast playing with the nipple as she did so. Seeing their approval she left her platform and went across to their table continuing her gyrations for some five minutes before both breast were on show. Choosing the oldest, he must have been over sixty, she picked up his black coffee and held it to his lips for him to sip, which he dutifully did. Sitting on his lap she then put her left nipple close to his lips, on his lips, and with a hand on the back of his head gently forced it between them. He sucked, gasped with surprise, then instantly putting his hand on her shoulders plunged the nipple back in sucking avidly. When he withdrew it a trickle of milk ran onto his chin and raucous cheering broke out. I watched stunned as her she then moved on choosing a new lap but this time getting a pair of lips onto each nipple. Whilst they sucked she leant her arms back on the table so we could all see them at her breasts, before closing her eyes and issuing coy little moans. Everyone of them who wanted to have a go got one and several had seconds before she pulled away to great applause and disappeared into the kitchen. There were loud demands for more and Hassam disappeared, shortly after sending his son Kabir for me. I entered the kitchen to see my wife very worried as to my reaction to all this. Did I mind, was I upset? For my part I didn’t know what I felt. Hassim had no doubt, your wife he told me was very sexy. If she did an encore he’d send out Kabir first for a collection. Without waiting for my opinion he despatched him with a large silver tray. I had to go with it, gave her a kiss and told her if she was enjoying herself and up for it - to go ahead. What the hell. The tray returned covered in twenty pound notes. It was clear what the clientele thought, so Hassan returned to my table with me. My wife came out in a completely different set of clothes, a light blue dress, blue stockings with suspenders, and a smile larger than anything she was wearing. Instead of the chairs she got up onto one of the tables before starting to strip very slowly. It took tem minutes to get down to her skimpy panties. Once there she turned her back on them, knelt down and using a steak knife cut off one side, before throwing the remnants over her shoulder in their direction. Having done this she turned legs closed. Looking them in the eyes she slowly splayed her crutch wide open, a position she held for a good minute to loud applause, then she was gone. Hassam disappeared from my side to receive enthusiastic congratulations from his party whilst I waited for Jude to reappear. A good twenty minutes passed before the last guest left and Hassam called Jude and his sons out to our table. She reappeared still naked except for a loose dressing gown borrowed from Kabir. We sat, drank and talked whilst Jude was given £150 as her share of the collection. It was then our restaurant owner asked if she’d change the act for Saturday night as one of the audience had offered a fee of £300 for her to perform again for a party of six. Something a little different, a more perhaps? Part 2: My wife’s cabaret is a live sex act. When we got home Jude revealed that after her strip and whilst in the kitchen, Shazad had claimed some milk touching her up in the process. She had let him do so but only to the extent of getting a couple of fingers in whilst she had explored his prick in his pants. Giggling and very turned on she described her shock at finding it was thin, long, with a banana shape, in fact apparently turning a complete semi circle back onto his belly. She added that he also a virgin according to him and his dad, who had also groped her at one stage. We had great sex that night but she would not reveal what she was going to change the following night, demanding I give her both carte blanche and wait and see. What could I do, isn’t this how all wife watchers start? We arrived Saturday to find the meal for the party of six was only just being served so we drank courtesy of the house and chatted to Hassam. The select clientele of Hassan’s friend plus five new Asian business men, was if anything, even more elderly than the night before. After sometime Jude disappeared to make arrangements ‘ for her new encore’. The next time I saw her was when the cabaret started and we were treated to a repeat performance of the singing and later the milk feeding strip all of which was hugely successful. The only difference was is that Kabir had been given a compact camera, to take photo’s, presumably to be poured over at some future date. My host was as much at a loss as I as to the nature of the third act of this cabaret but he did grumble that it was costing him £400. We were a little taken back to see Shazad and Kabir add a small two-seater settee onto the stage close to the chair, formerly her ownly prop other than her own assets. Jude eventually came out onto the stage leading Shazad by hand. He was wearing a dressing gown whilst all she wore was a very tight black teddy, complete with integral suspenders themselves attached to black stockings. The music commenced and she started to gyrate against him before sliding him out of his dressing gown to reveal him naked except for a large bulge in a pair of small, straining underpants. With no sign of embarrassment they commenced a necking routing as his hands caressed her body, the right hand ending its run by massaging the area between her legs. Expertly the crutch fasteners came undone and his fingers started to delve deeper, until finding contact with her love button she gave an audible moan as they started to do their work. Once aroused she repositioned herself to allow them access inside, her bum moving out slightly as they obviously found their way into her. Lewdly putting one leg on the chair so we could all see them doing the work needed whilst she hung onto his neck and moaned towards an orgasm. It was clearly no fake when it came. Pulling his fingers out she made great play of cleaning them with her mouth before kneeling in front of him and easing off his pants. Even I was amazed with the prick that sprang out. Nearly eleven inches long [ I measured it later ] it curved in a wicked semi circle back onto his belly. My wife made great show of straightening but needed two hands to keep it so as she sucked the shaft in her mouth. This however was only a momentary diversion as having shown us all its attributes she led him to the sofa and sat him down. Placing her knees each side of him she made great play of showing us a rear view of her inner recesses whilst positioning his weapons tip at the entrance to her fanny. With a glance towards us all she slowly sank down the shaft to his balls. Once there she set up a deliberate rhythm rising to its tip before skewering herself again and again, each time a little faster, a little harder. I was amazed at his staying power, though I later learnt she’d given him a blow job in the kitchen to assist his capacity. It was nearly ten minutes before she allowed herself to build to an orgasm obviously sensing that Shazad was close to coming by the way he was now using her hips to ram her back down from the top of each stroke. She eventually came very noisily at the bottom of a stroke and collapsed over his shoulder. We on the other hand were treated to the site of his balls visibly contracting and pumping his cum into her for what seemed an amazing amount of time. So long did it continue and so copious was the amount little waves of it squirted out around his shaft. Hassan was beside himself with joy not for the performance but for the fact his son was no longer a virgin. An abiding memory is him shouting out to him to spread her cheeks so he could take a photograph of the event, and watching my he and my wife comply! Jude finally eased off his shaft which did not seem to have contracted at all and theatrically bowed to the audience. The response were cries which translated to spread them and show the damage she responded by bringing a cushion from the settee and crossing over laying herself onto a table facing them with legs wide open whilst Shazad received back slaps from all around. I didn’t realise there were so many cameras and flashguns in the place. Over the next hour my wife shagged them all on stage. In this period she was on top, taken from behind, on her back, and even allowed one to mount her chest and held her tits together whilst he used them as a fanny. I was now amazed at her staying power particularly as she finished off by letting Kabir pound into her with legs akimbo whilst flashguns still popped. Needless to say her final withdrawal [ excuse the pun ] was met with great applause. When the guests had gone I entered the kitchen to see Jude still naked. Hassam joined us and promptly tried to book her for the following weekend which she refused telling him perhaps after a couple of weeks. He went onto point out that he and I were the only one who hadn’t enjoyed her considerable skills and charms. Is she was to stay the night she could remind him of the delights of a wife perhaps the three of us in a bed? She looked at me and told him if she could shag Shazad whenever she liked he was on. I just nodded. I’ve never seen anyone close up so fast and pile us into his car for the drive home. Jude didn’t even bother getting dressed but wearing only in his coat rode in the front of his car, whilst he took every opportunity to touch her up at every junction and light. Once at his flat she bathed and we climbed into his bed one each side of her. How does a good Asian Muslim woman do this she asked? She opens her legs and closes her mouth he replied and shagged her for fifteen minutes with her legs over his shoulders. Once finished she decided I could fuck her from the rear whilst she fed Hassan milk from her breast a position which grew to be her favourite when servicing us together. Over the night we each enjoyed her at least another three times. It was clear when we arrived home on the Sunday that my wife had blown her own mind and mine with her new found sexuality. She was not going to do another cabaret she informed me but would be taking Shazad as a lover. Hassam had other ideas however and once besotted with his sons cock he used him to persuade her to go onwards and further in his little shows. But that is another story. First Time Cuckold I am a 35 year old guy, married now for 6 years to Chloe. Chloe is a gorgeous brunette with a slim, toned figure which attracts admiring looks from other men whenever she is out and about. While I feel lucky to be married to such a stunner, I used to get quite jealous when Chloe would tell me how she'd been chatted up while at work or when out in town at nights but I trusted her and knew that she wouldn't do anything behind my back. A few months ago, I discovered Literotica and when reading stories from the 'loving wives' section, found myself getting really turned on by the tales of wives having sex with others, whether with or without their husbands knowledge. I became aware of terms like cuckold and creampie and I found that I was regularly fantasising about Chloe getting fucked by other men and then making me eat her pussy afterwards. I have never had any bisexual feelings so I don't know why the thought of eating another man's sperm from inside my wife turned me on so much, nor why I would want to share my gorgeous wife with other men, but whenever I thought about these things I would become immediately aroused. I didn't mention anything to Chloe about these fantasies at first, although I started going down on her after I had came inside her and licking up my own cum, which Chloe loved. I also started asking Chloe to 'share' my cum when she sucked me off and she would always oblige, letting my cum drip from her mouth and into mine, before kissing me and swapping the salty fluid between each other. Eventually I told Chloe of my fantasies and let her read a few stories of hot wives cuckolding their husbands and feeding them cum from their recently fucked pussy. Chloe was really turned on by the stories and we ended up in bed, talking about what we had just read; when I came inside Chloe, she straddled my face and opened her pussy wide, causing the cum to flood out and into my mouth. As we lay in bed afterwards, Chloe asked me about my new revelation. "So, you honestly would allow me to fuck other men and then you want to lick out their cum from me?" she asked. "I'd love it honey, I know its bad but the thought just really turns me on," I replied, "I would love you to come home to me, covered in love-bites and with the taste of cum on your tongue and full with another mans cum, and tell me all about what happened as I eat you out." "You are such a horny, dirty bastard," laughed Chloe, "Well, I'll keep it in mind and next time I see someone I like, you might get your wish." After that night, most times we had sex I would end up with a mouthful of my own cum while Chloe egged me on, telling me to 'clean her dirty pussy' or to 'eat her lovers cum', although outside of the bedroom, Chloe rarely mentioned my new fetish; I presumed that she just enjoyed the fantasy but was not up for making it a reality. A few weeks later, Chloe sent me a text at work, telling me that I needed to get home on time as she was going out. I rang her back, asking where she was going and who with, but she just said we'd talk when I got back. I got home just after 6 pm to find Chloe in the bath, shaving her legs. "What's going on then? Where are you going?" I asked her. Chloe looked a bit sheepish as she replied, "You know your fantasy? Well, there was a really cute guy flirting with me at the mall earlier and I, well, I sort of gave him my number." This came as a total surprise to me as I honestly did not think Chloe would be up for going with someone else. "Go on," I said. "Well, he rang me a couple of hours ago and he's picking me up at the end of the street at 8 o'clock." I was gob smacked, but my shock was mixed with a stirring in my groin as I realised Chloe was serious about this. "And you intend to let him fuck you?" "That's what you wanted isn't it? If you're changing your mind just say." I took hold of Chloe's hand and moved it to my groin, so she could feel my growing hardness. "Does it feel like I'm changing my mind?" "Mmm, well don't get any ideas, you don't get to fuck me till later and have your sloppy seconds," she teased me, rubbing the outline of my cock. Chloe told me to leave her to get ready, only calling me up to help her choose underwear and clothing for her meeting. She continued to tease me, asking me if I thought Jay, the other guy, would like certain items of clothing and whether he'd really want to fuck her if she wore this or that. I was so aroused it didn't bother me, my dreams of having Chloe go with someone else were about to come true. As she dressed, Chloe told me that Jay was 25 years old and very attractive. She had told him she was married but that I was away on a course, and had made it clear she just wanted sex and not a relationship, which he was more than happy with. Eventually she was ready, her makeup flawless and as usual, she looked stunning. She was wearing a summer dress and sandals, with white lace underwear beneath. She had initially considered going without knickers but had decided against it. "Wouldn't want all his cum leaking out of me before I get home," she had explained, with a naughty smile. I was still in a state of awe; here was my gorgeous wife, all dressed up but for someone else's benefit, not mine. Still I wasn't jealous at all, I just couldn't wait for her to get home and tell me all about it. Five minutes before he was due to pick her up, Chloe announced she was leaving. "Make sure you wait up," she said, "I love you babe, are you still okay with this?" "Of course I am," I replied, "I love you too." And with that, she left and I sat in front of the TV, trying but unable to stop thinking about my new found slutty wife. I was desperate to wank myself as I had pretty much had a hard on since I had got home, but resisted, wanting to save myself for later. Just after 11 pm I got a text message from Chloe, 'on way home, back in 10'. I responded, 'Ok, can't wait ;)'. Shortly after, I heard the keys at the front door and got up to open it. I was shocked, to say the least, when Chloe walked in followed by a good looking guy who I presumed was Jay. "Change of plan," Chloe said to me, kissing me on the lips. "This is Jay, Jay, this is Scott." This was an awkward moment for me as I shook hands with the guy who had, as far as I knew, just had sex with my wife, but Jay seemed relaxed and confident. Chloe told Jay to chill in the front room while she and I got some drinks. In the kitchen I asked Chloe what was going on. She explained that Jay had took her to a bar on the outskirts of town but while interested in her, had felt uncomfortable being with another man's wife. Eventually, Chloe had decided to come clean with him and although he was surprised at what she told him, he seemed more at ease. He hadn't fucked her yet, but on the way home she had started to grope him and they had ended up pulling over so she could suck him off. "Can't you tell?" she said, kissing me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked eagerly at her, and could taste Jay's cum in her mouth. "Don't worry, the best is yet to come, if you'll excuse the pun," she laughed. Gradually getting over my surprise at our new guest, we went into the front room and had a few drinks. Chloe sat next to him and I sat in a chair opposite, my cock solid as I watched my wife flirt with this young stud. The alcohol eased everyone there and not being one to beat around the bush, Chloe turned to me, "Well babe, how about we work on getting you your treat? You just sit and enjoy the show." She then turned back to Jay and kissed him on the lips, rubbing his erection through his jeans. "Take them off," she told him and Jay quickly removed his jeans and underwear, revealing an impressively sized cock, the pubes trimmed and his balls smooth, exactly how Chloe liked me to be. Leaning down, looking at me as she did, Chloe gave his helmet a lick, tasting his pre-cum. She then straddled him as he sat back on the sofa and, pulling her knickers to one side, eased his cock into her pussy. Jay must have been about 9" in length and she took it all inside her, moaning with pleasure as she did so. "That's it Jay, fuck your cock up my tight pussy. Tell me how good it feels." "You are one horny little bitch," Jay replied, "I am so gonna fill you with cum." I watched as Chloe rode Jay's cock, the two of them kissing passionately at some points or other times, Jay would be sucking at Chloe's tits which he had released from her lacy bra. Chloe pulled him tight to her when he was sucking at her and I knew she would be marked, and no doubt a bit sore, in the morning. "Come on Jay, give me your sperm, shoot your cum into my womb" cried Chloe as Jay hammered his cock up into her. She was clawing at his chest and seemed insatiable, meeting Jay's thrusts, taking his length as deep into her as she could. To his credit, Jay had some staying power. Chloe turned to me, "Come here Scott, stick your tongue in my ass," she instructed. I got off the chair and knelt behind Chloe and, moving her knickers further out of the way, I started to rim her tight asshole. Jay's cock and balls were just inches away from me, his balls sometimes hitting my chin when he thrust particularly hard. "That's it, get your tongue up me, I wanna feel it all the way in, " Chloe urged and I did as she said. I glanced up and Chloe was looking down at me, over her shoulder. The next thing she said caused me to stop in my tracks. "Jay, tell my hubby to suck your balls, tell him to coax your fresh spunk into his wife's pussy." I thought this would be too much for Jay, but what Chloe had failed to mention was that before they had come home, while in the bar, Jay had revealed that he was bicurious, although had never had a man on man experiences. "Go on cum-boy, suck my balls, feel the cum getting ready to explode into your slutty wife," said Jay. Still I was unsure, this was not part of my fantasy but clearly it was one of Chloe's. Sensing my hesitation, Chloe again turned to me. "Get that mouth on his balls Scott, you get your fantasy, I get mine." Moving down a few inches, I tentatively licked at Jay's shaven balls. He moaned in pleasure as I tongued his sack and then sucked on each of his balls. Surprisingly, I found myself getting into it, my hard on was aching for attention but I ignored my own needs, instead seeing to those of Chloe and Jay, desperate to make this stud cum so I could eat his spunk from my wife's cunt. Chloe was riding Jay hard and suddenly cried out that she was coming. Jay sped up in response and Chloe kissed him passionately as her orgasm ripped through her. Seconds later Jay started to come as well and I felt his balls tighten in preparation. "That's it bitch, take my cum into your slutty pussy, you fucking dirty whore," he yelled as he came. His filthy talk was a real turn on and I knelt back and watched as his cock throbbed, knowing that Chloe was getting a full load of fresh creamy cum delivered deep inside her. Jay continued to thrust and I could see the base of his cock covered in his slimy fluid; once he'd finished coming Chloe moved off his cock and sat next to him on the sofa, her legs spread. "Here you go bitch, eat my lovers hot cum," she said to me. I pulled her knickers off and studied her swollen gash, her clit was erect and Jay's cum was beginning to ooze out. Moving closer I could smell the musky smell of her and Jay's mixed fluids and licked at the cum that was now starting to run down towards Chloe's ass. Jay's cum tasted different to my own but I lapped it up greedily, then began to probe my tongue deep into Chloe, sucking out the cum of another man. Chloe's hands were on the back of my head, pulling my face into her pussy, her and Jay's fluids covering my face. I glanced up and could see Chloe and Jay kissing, their tongues probing each others mouths as he groped at her tits. Chloe's legs spread wider, encouraging me. "Look at him Jay, eating cum like a dirty whore," I heard her say, "Why don't you get behind him and give him the fucking a dirty bastard like him deserves?" Now this was getting out of hand. I stopped licking and looked up at my wife. "Chloe..." I began to object. "Just get back to eating me, you've got what you want now I get to see what I want," she said, pushing my head back between her legs. Jay got up and went behind me, unfastening my jeans and pulling my clothing down to my knees. I went to object again but Chloe just told me to 'eat up'. I felt Jay probing my ass with his tongue and was surprised at how good it felt. Despite myself, I used a hand to push my jeans and underwear off completely so I could spread my legs. I couldn't believe what was happening, an hour ago I was just a heterosexual man with a fetish for cum and now here I was, on my knees in front of my wife, licking up Jay's sticky mess from her pussy while he tongued my ass. The strangest thing was, I was enjoying every second of it. Jay replaced his tongue with a finger, then two, as he worked to loosen my virgin ass. I pushed back against him and his two fingers slipped all the way into me, I could feel his knuckles at the entrance to my hole. "You like that babe? Having your ass fingered, just wait till he gets that monster cock in you, you'll love it," Chloe commented to me. I didn't answer, just concentrating on her pussy and waiting in anticipation for Jay's cock. Suddenly I felt Jay's helmet against my ass and couldn't help but tense up. "Relax," said Jay, "Just fucking take it like the cum eating man-whore you are," and at that, he pushed himself into me. The pain initially was blinding and I pleaded with him to withdraw, but Chloe reprimanded me. "Just get down and eat your sloppy seconds," she said, "That's it Jay, give it to him hard, ignore what he says." Jay grabbed my hips and started to thrust in and out of me. Slowly the pain subsided as my ass got used to his size and I actually began to enjoy the feeling of being full of cock. I began to push back against Jay, getting his cock completely up me until I felt his balls against my own. "Look Jay, he's enjoying it, my husband is a complete slut!" she said, "Tell him you want more Scott, beg him to shoot his cum up your ass." "Yes, please fuck me harder, give me an ass full of cum," I begged, looking around at Jay. I could no longer concentrate properly on Chloe's pussy, and she took over, fingering her clit just inches from my face. "Oh yes, this is so hot and you two are such fucking whores," moaned Chloe, "Oh yes, I'm gonna come as I watch my husband getting fucked up the ass." Chloe's body shuddered as the orgasm hit her, Jay in the meantime had sped up his thrusts and I sensed he was close to coming as well. "That's it Jay, stick it in deeper, shoot your cum into my ass," I gasped at him, "Fill me with your hot sperm." Jay made a moaning sound and stopped thrusting; his cock plunged as deep into me as he could. I felt it twitching inside me and then the warm feeling as his cum spurted into my ass. "Go on Jay, shoot your cum inside my slut husband," Chloe said, recovering from her own orgasm but still fingering herself. Jay thrust his now softening cock in me a couple of times and I could hear the squelching of his cum inside my now not so tight ass. He slowly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. "Oh fuck, Scott, you've got cum leaking out your ass, eat some for me babe," Chloe instructed me. Without a seconds hesitation, I reached around to my ass and, using two fingers, scooped up some of the cum that was at the entrance to my stretched hole. Looking up at Chloe, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the sticky mess of them, tasting the musky taste of my ass mixed with Jay's fluids. "You are such a dirty bastard," giggled Chloe, "Now, suck Jay's cock clean, we can't send him home with a dirty cock can we?" Jay knelt next to me, holding his cock in his hand. I licked at his helmet and then took his cock as far into my mouth as I could. Chloe moved behind me and I felt her mouth at my ass, eating me clean of any remaining spunk. I couldn't believe my wife had turned like this, then again, I would never have thought that I would one day be sucking on a cock that had been in my own ass just minutes ago. I worked on Jay's cock, hoping it would go hard again, but to no avail. "Sorry, that's me done," he laughed, "You two are gonna have to satisfy each other." Chloe stopped licking at my ass and got up, walking to Jay and then kissing him on the mouth, giving him a taste of his own juices. "Thanks Jay, my husband needed that," she said, "I knew from the minute he started eating his own cum that he needed a good ass fucking!" "So, you fancy meeting again sometime?" Jay asked us as well all started to dress again. "I've gotta say, you two are the horniest fuckers I've ever met!" Chloe looked over at me and answered for us both, "How about next Friday?" she said, "And if you've got any friends who wanna join in, the more the merrier." As we stood there, my ass throbbing from the anal assault by Jay, my face still smeared in both their juices, I realised that life for us, as far as sex was concerned, was going to change big time. It seemed that Chloe and I shared a fetish - getting fucked by a hard cock and, to be honest, I couldn't have been happier! The End. To those who enjoyed this story, let me know if you would like it to be continued - I am happy to accept suggestions for future story lines. First Time Cuckold We have been talking about swinging for a couple of years and often use it in our fantasy play. My wife, Anna gets turned on by the idea but that is how far it would go. Until recently. We have been married for ten years and our life together was as good as it gets. We had good jobs and money to spend. My wife is a stunning brunette. She is 33, fit and firm and could be mistaken by a 20 year old hottie. She is also very dominant in the bedroom and that works out really good for me, as I am submissive. I learned that during our first years together. She would dominate me all night if she was in the mood and it wasn't just about the sex. She let me lick her toes while she was speaking with her girlfriend on the phone, do the dishes naked while she was watching television and cleaning the car with my nipple clamps on and a butt plug up my ass. I really loved being her slave in our sex life. But when it comes to day to day activity we are equal. I have been reading stories about cuckolding for a long time and have talked to her about it but when we where talking about swinging, I was really talking about cuckold and she was talking about a threesome. One night I started talking about how hot it will be to see her with another man. How I would be cuckold, made to watch and serve them. But something was different with her, she usually use my cuckold fantasy as a way to start our night if I in the beginning starts to talk about it but tonight she wanted me to go online and find her a good stories to read. It didn't take me long to print out my favorite stories. I handed them to her and she said that while she would read them I would clean up after dinner, naked of course. When I finished in the kitchen I opened one beer and with another one for her I went back to our living room. She admitted that the stories made her hot and she wanted to find out more, so she went into the office and told me to go to sleep, she would talk to me in the morning. It was hard to leave as I was hard as hell but I obeyed her. The morning after she told me that she had decided to put an ad on a website and see what will come out of it. She told me the username and password and told me to look after it. She just wanted to know about answers that included picture of the man and only show her if he would fit her. "You know what I mean," she said. I went online to see her ad and my cock instantly got hard when I saw the add Good looking married brunette looking for a hung man. I am looking for a dominant lover, who knows what cuckold is all about. The limit is you... When I went to work that morning I couldn't concentrate. My mind was on the ad and how many replies we would have that evening. But her ad got me also confused, dominant lover? Why would she want that, she was so dominant? And the limit is you text...what was that all about? After I finally got out of the office I when straight home and turned on my computer. Already six answers but only two with pictures. After I looked at them I decided that only one would fit her. I printed out the ad and the picture and took it to her. Hello. I am strong and fit who would love to play with you and cuckold your pathetic husband. I am dominant and can be very strict. Have good experience and hate timewasters so if you are one, delete this message and don't contact me again. If you are serious, show me your picture Brian My wife decided to wait and see what would happen but after a couple of days and endless message from guys all around she decided to send him her photo. They decided to chat online first and I wasn't allowed to witness the conversation. They chatted for a couple of hours for a few days and one day she came out of the office and told me they have decided to meet up and see what happens. Next Friday. They arrange a meeting in a bar nearby and I would go there with her. This was all heating up, I was nervous but at the same time excited. What would happen? The time past and finally, the big day arrived. When I got home after work that day, my wife was already getting herself ready, we where suppose to meet him 8 o'clock and I could see that she was also nervous. Now would be a good time to back out. I asked her if she wanted to go through with this. She looked at me. "Do you want to back out?" I was nervous about all of this but quite excited as well. I told her I didn't want to back out. She just smiled at me and said that she wanted to at least meet with him and see how things would go. It was half hour drive from our home and when we arrived we instantly recognized him from the photo. He was bigger than I expected. His head well shaven, tall guy and muscular black man. He invited us to his table and ordered us a drink. He told us he was 37 years old and was living near this place. He said that he had been seeing couples for four years and his latest had just moved to another city. "I had fun with the two of them though," he said with a smile on his face. We sat down with him, got our drinks and start talking. My wife got her self some white wine but all I had was a bottle of Coca Cola as I was the designated driver for the night. We talked a little. He told us that he was a finance director and had his own company. He had done well over the past few years and was "to be honest, quite rich," as he put it. "So, what would you expect to get out of this," he suddenly asked me. "Well," I stammered. "I have a fantasy about being cuckolded," I finally said, quietly. "I know but cuckold is one thing and submissive cuckolding is another," he added I felt embarrassed sitting there talking about my fantasy with this stranger. "I am submissive," I said looking down at the table. He glanced at Anna. "Your wife is a real beauty. You want me to fuck her?" This was too straight forward for me and I blushed and Anna noticed that and giggled. "Answer boy," he ordered. "Yes," I said and looked around to see if anyone had heard me. Nobody I thought. "When you answer me, you say Yes Sir. Understood? "Yes Sir," I immediately replied. "Good, now Anna, I know what you want and now I need answer from you two. Will you be my submissive couple?" Submissive couple I thought, that wasn't something I had talked about. "Yes Sir," my wife answered and glanced at me. I was stunned, my wife submissive? It couldn't be. But I could see it in her face that she wanted to be submissive to him. "Good, now go to the ladies room and remove your panties," he ordered and my wife excused herself. "You know boy. It always surprise me when a man wants her wife to be fucked by others. But I don't complain," he said and smiled. "But after a while you get bored of just fucking her. You need more and I have developed my things over the last few years and I will demonstrate it on you two. You will be my slaves, ready to serve when I want you two, doing everything I order you to do. This is the deal. We have talked about this; Me and your wife and she fully understand my needs. I hope you will not be a problem. As I understand, you are submissive and you clean the house naked, have butt plugs while you clean the car and more. So, you are submissive to your wife. You will still be submissive to her. The only change is that you are now submissive to me as well. Understand?" It took me a while to digest that but I nodded my head and said. "Yes Sir." At the same time that this speech scared me, it excited me as well. Anna came back from the bathroom. She sat down and handed him the panties, obviously scared that others might see her, she handed it to him and quickly sat down without looking around. He handed me the panties. "Now, you go in the man's room and put this on," he demanded. I was surprised but knew that this was the way for him to establish his domination. I stood up, put the panties in my pocket and went straight to the man's room. It was empty as I locked one booth and in a heartbeat my jeans where around my ankle and my cock throbbing hard. I wanted so much to jack off right there but didn't. Instead I put my wife panties on, mine in my pocket and got back to the table. They where gone, but after a quick glance around, I saw them at the exit. I went after them and he told me to drive them home. They took there seat in the backseat and as soon as I drove off they where all over each other. I adjusted the mirror so I would have a look. She kissed him all over, he started playing with her tits, getting them out of the shirt, and they were exposed as he starts pinching her nipples. He moved his other hand between her legs. She had her eyes closed, enjoying this big mans hand all over her. After a while she got her hand on his thigh, moving slowly and rubbing his cock through his jeans. He sucked on her nipple and fingered her cunt with force. She was enjoying this. My cock was so hard it would have exploded with one touch. When we finally arrived I was scared that our neighbor would see the two of them holding hands like a horny teenager when they where walking inside. I looked around and to my best knowledge, none of my neighbor saw this strange scenario. When we were inside he told me to get them a drink. I went into the kitchen and when I came back with three beers I saw my wife on her knees sucking on the biggest cock I have ever seen. I just stood there frozen, watching my beautiful wife on her knees in front of this black man. She was like a hungry slut, slurping on his cock while he laid back and relaxed. He gave me a glimpse to come over with the beer and as I approach them he took her head and moved it up and down, he was face fucking my wife. "You like that, don't you" he said as he moved it faster and faster. Suddenly he took her off. "Answer me slut," "Yes Sir, I love it," she said as she licked her sexy lips. "Now get your clothes off so I can fuck your married pussy and you boy, sit down and shut up." I was stunned; his voice was different from the bar. "Yes Sir," was all I could say. My wife got naked really fast and kneeled in front of him. He slapped her ass a few times, hard and she moaned. He removed his clothes slowly as he walked around my wife, kneeling in the middle of our dining room. I have never seen her liked that before. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked and immediately she said "Yes Sir". "You want me to fuck your wife hubby?" "Yes Sir," I said immedietly, my cock throbbing hard underneath my jeans. "Good," he said. "Beg me." I didn't know what to say. I was excited but at the same time a little scared. His dominant and harsh tone was different from the man we met at the bar. But my excitement about the scenario was too much, and my wife was really enjoying her. So I started to beg him. "Please Sir, fuck my beautiful wife," I said, feeling really humiliated. "So pathetic," he said laughing. He went behind her and slowly started to insert his 8" cock in her dripping pussy. She started to moan as soon as he touched her. She was so excited and at the same time, so hot. He started to fuck her slowly at first. Telling her how good a fuck she is. "You are quite tight slut. Is your hubby that small?" "Yes he is, so much smaller than you Sir," she said. I was surprised; she had never complaint about my 6 "cock. He looked at me and smiled. "You see, now that she has tried that big, she won't go back after your sissy cock." He started to move faster and the faster he goes, the sounds of my wife got louder. I just sat there with my hard on, not allowed to touch myself and watched as my wife got fucked harder and harder. "Are you ready for my cum slut," he almost shouted and I could see he was getting close to Cumming. "Ohhhh yes, give me your cum, please Sir," she cried out. He fucked her real hard and his hips slapped on her ass cheeks again and again. Suddenly there was a big groan from the big man as he came deep into my wife's pussy. My wife got at least three orgasm from his fuck and she was exhausted. After a couple of minutes he withdrew his still hard cock from her pussy but ordered her to stay still in her position. "Get over here, boy and lay next to her," he ordered. It was hard to walk as my cock was still in the cage of my jeans. I did as he told me too. He ordered her to climb over me with her pussy in front of my face. "Now stand up and spread your legs," he ordered. She of course obeyed her new Master. "Now I want my cum to drip into the face of your husband. It is your job to hit his face. Every drop that is not on his face, you will lick up," he told my wife. What will end up on his face, stays there." I laid there, surprised but unable to move, watching my wife's well fucked cunt and she was aiming on my face! The first drops landed on my forehead and she adjusted her a little lower. Trying to hit my face "Open up," she ordered. It wasn't my favorite position. I haven't tasted another mans cum before. But as degrading as it was it also turned me on and I opened my mouth as much as I could. "See that cum slut," he said smiling as he sat on my chair, drinking my beer. Next drops landed on my lips, then my chin and my nose. Soon my face had cum all over it. He told her to sit on the floor next to me but ordered me to stay still. "Ok. You are a good fuck Anna and you are a true cuck hubby. That is good. You also follow order really well. I expect that to continue. Now that I have marked you two I will continue your training tomorrow. I will sleep in your bedroom, with Anna of course. Hubby will sleep in the guestroom." My wife nodded her head to agreement. Hubby, you have a task in the morning. First of all you are not allowed to clean up your face. My cum will dry up on your face. You may smear it around but not clean it up, is that understood?" "Yes Sir," I said tasting his salty cum as I opened my mouth. "Good. I like a good breakfast. So in the morning you will walk to your nearest shop. Get me fresh bread and make some coffee when you return. Then when everything is ready, you are allowed in the bedroom to wake us up. Not sooner." This was going to be a long night. I was hoping I would be allowed to cum, but that wasn't his plan. He stood up, got his jacket and up came a digital camera. "Now I want a picture of my couple." I was going to object but he was fast and got a picture of my wife naked on the floor and me with my face covered in cum. First Time Cuckold My name is Irene. I am forty years old, five foot two, brown wavy hair and big brown eyes. I have kept my body in good shape, despite fact that I have mothered two adorable daughters, six and seven. I guess I am fairly attractive, because of the glances I get from men, especially at the gym which I attend weekly for and aerobics class. We lived in a good neighborhood in Barcelona, Spain and have a nice apartment twenty minutes from the beach. I have been married for thirteen years to my wonderful husband Oscar. He is loyal and devoted to me and the children. He is a good provider and works as an IT Consultant and helps me take care of the girls. Oscar isn't the most handsome man in the world but he is intelligent, funny and interesting. We enjoy our time together. Our sex life is not really the highlight of our marriage. He is not very well endowed, his penis being a mere four and a half inches and he comes too quickly. He has never given me an orgasm. This task I take care of myself when he is asleep. Sometimes a good love scene in a movie will turn me on. I don't like oral sex, either giving or getting. I know some couples have great sex lives from talking with my friends but somehow it just isn't that important to me. However, lately he has revealed a secret fantasy to me which bothered me somewhat. He would like to see me make love to another man while he watches. At first, this fantasy upset me. The idea of having sex with someone I am not in love with, completely repulsed me. I also worried that being intimate with someone might change my feelings toward my husband and put our marriage in danger. Over time he has continued to try to explain his fantasy stating that it would turn him on and that I deserved to have a more fulfilling sex life. Although Oscar is the only man I have ever experienced sex with, the idea of broadening my horizons is a bit intriguing. I am concerned however with two things. One. How much could he love me if he is willing to share me with another man? And two, why is he willing to risk our love just to fulfill his fantasy. A few weeks ago, my Regional Director, Jordi invited me and my husband to come to a party he and his wife were giving. Never have been invited to one of his parties before, I accepted immediately. That evening, I told my husband about the invitation, expecting him to resist the idea. To my surprise he was very happy to go and even insisted I buy a new dress for the occasion. I'm not much of a clothes horse but liked the idea and to my surprise, he even insisted on coming along with me to help me pick one out. A few days later, at the dress shop, I was trying on some nice, conservative dresses when he walked up to the dressing room and handed me a sexy black dress, cut low in the front and with a very short hemline. I was a little embarrassed trying it on. My breasts almost spilled out from the top and my legs, well above my thighs were plainly visible. The dress itself clung to me like a coat of paint and my bottom pressed tightly against the thin material. Surely he couldn't serious, expecting me to wear such a revealing garment to my boss's party? When I protested he said, "I want men to look at you and drool with desire. Please, make me proud that I have such a beautiful, sexy wife!" As much as I was against such open displays of brazenness, the dress did look great on me and if it would make Oscar happy, what the hell. The night of the party we had taken the girls to our parents' home for a sleep-over and were getting ready to go. Oscar looked at me longingly in my new dress, black nylons, and high-heels. Then, noticing my make-up, said, "You need to add a little more eye shadow and maybe a brighter shade of red for your lipstick." I was shocked because he had never intervened in my make-up before and also his suggestions would give me more of a sluttish look, but I decided not to argue with him. He is such a dear, why not give him a little excitement. We arrived to Jordi's home that evening. He lived in a beautiful high-rise penthouse overlooking the Barcelona skyline and ocean. Jordi greeted us, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek which surprised me because, although he was friendly and cordial to me at work, he was always very professional. He shook Oscar's hand and told him how lucky he was to have such a beautiful, sexy wife, as he eyed me in my new dress, causing me to blush. He then gave us a personal tour of his penthouse. Jordi was several years older than my husband. He had piercing blue eyes and short dark hair. He was a bit shorter than Oscar but in extremely good shape and it was obvious he worked out regularly. You could actually see his muscles rippling under the silk sport shirt he was wearing. He was handsome, friendly, funny and very sexy. There was an air of authority about him. He was a real "take-charge" kind of guy but in an easy going way. His home was beautiful! As he showed us his place he introduced us to his friends and beautiful wife who for some reason was very taken with Oscar and flirted shamelessly with him. Normally this would have made me angry but due to the fact that Jordi was paying so much attention to me, it didn't bother me at all. As the evening progress, the wine was flowing freely and I, not being much of a drinker, was starting to feel its affects. Jordi asked me to dance with him and it felt wonderful being in his arms as he skillfully glided me across the floor. I could feel his warm strong body pressed tightly against mine and I was really starting to heat up. I glanced around the room until I saw Oscar starring at us. He had a strange smile on his face and what looked like a bulge in his pants, although with his undersized penis it was hard to tell. "What the hell!" I thought to myself, "If he gets off seeing me with another man, I may as well give him his money's worth!" I smile back at Oscar as Jordi took my hand and led me out onto the balcony which afforded a breath-taking view of the city, and before I knew what was happening, he took me in his arms and gave me a long, passionate kiss that made me swoon. I hadn't felt so turned on in years. I kissed him back and could feel his cock pressing against my thin dress. It felt huge! I quickly pushed Jordi away. I was panicking, surprised at my own arousal. "No, please, we mustn't!" I gasped. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. "M-m-my husband," I stuttered. "I'm sorry," Jordi interrupted, "You turn me on so much, I couldn't help myself!" "I think Oscar and I had better leave now!" I said, feeling guilty that I let this man make me so hot and I had kissed him back. I was a married woman and had acted like a tramp. I quickly walked over to Oscar who was grinning at me. "We need to go now!" I said and gathered up my coat. "But why?" Oscar asked. "It looked to me like the party was just getting started!" I reached down between his legs and felt his small erect penis. "You're sick!" I said angrily. I'm not your whore who will just fuck anyone for your pleasure, now take me home!" We drove home in silence. Sure I was angry at Oscar. I guess deep down I hadn't believed that he would truly be turned on by my infidelity, but I was really mad at me for allowing myself to get so turned on by a man who was practically a stranger. When we got home, I threw some blankets and a pillow on the couch and told Oscar he was to sleep there tonight. I went to bed feeling guilty, embarrassed and hot. I lay there, trying to sleep but all I could do was think about Jordi. His smell, his voice, his touch, his cock. I reached between my legs and felt my wetness. I started rubbing my clit. Jordi's memory was much more arousing than any love story I had watched on TV. I came hard, and loud. I wondered if Oscar heard me. Too bad if he did. This was all his idea in the first place. The next morning we acted as if nothing had happened. He didn't mention it and I was glad. I promised myself that nothing like this would ever happen again. On Monday I went to work. I tried hard to avoid Jordi. Fortunately his office was in a different area of the bank. About noon I received a call. It was from Jordi. He had asked me to come to his office. I was wondering if he was going to fire me. When I got there he greeted me with a friendly smile. "Irene, so good to see you. I really enjoyed you and your husband's company at our party last Friday night. Sorry I got so carried away. I hope this doesn't stop us from being good friends!" He said with a broad smile, extending his hand in friendship. I took his hand and immediately felt the electricity between us I had felt the night of the party. "W-why no Jordi," I said trembling slightly. "I guess I got carried away too. Sure, I would like to be friends." "Great!" he exclaimed "I so glad to hear you say that. As a matter of fact, there are some business matters I would like to discuss with you. Are you free for lunch?" Lunch? In all the years I had worked there he had never asked me to go to lunch or my opinion about business matters. Oh well, this will be a nice lunch break change. At noon, Jordi came by my desk to pick me up. We got into the white limo and soon we were at the marina. The next thing I knew he was holding my arm as we boarded his beautiful yatch. I ask him if he was kidnapping me. He just laughed and said, "Not a bad idea! No, I thought a nice little cruise around the harbor while my private chef serves us a lobster dish you won't forget was just what we both needed. The food was exquisite! The yatch was spectacular. The conversation, witty and stimulating. I had forgotten what it was like to be wooed by a man. Oscar and I had fallen into a routine that was rather dull and repetitious. I felt like a high school girl on a date with her boyfriend. I inquired about the business matters he had mentioned earlier. "Oh, that," He replied. "Do you think we should have longer lunch breaks for the bank staff?" "You're a phony!" I said, "This was all a ply to get me alone on your yatch. I ought to file a sexual harassment suit against you!" Jordi laughed and said, "Go ahead, it was worth it!" We both laughed and I told him he was a very bad boy. He smiled and took my hand. He looked deep into my eyes and I felt a warm glow from head to toe. I was falling for this guy. "What about your wife?" I inquired. "Let's just say, we have an understanding," He replied. We give each other space when we need it. Sometimes we even share our, extra-curricular adventures. She's happy, I'm happy." It was hard to imagine a married couple living like that, but then I remembered Oscar's fantasy to watch me with another man. My head was spinning. Here I was, a married woman, enjoying flirting and holding hands with another man and knowing that my husband would totally approve. I told Jordi that I needed to get back to work. I had a lot to think about. Later that evening when Oscar got home I told him about my lunch date with Jordi. He became very excited and asked if we had sex. I assured him we had not and he seemed a bit disappointed. I decided to confront him. "Do you mean to tell me that if we had sex, if I had sucked his cock and spread my legs to receive his huge cock, if he fucked me like you never have or could and gave me multiple orgasms, filling me up with his cum, you would enjoy this?" "Yes!" He quickly replied. "I love you so much. I want you to be completely happy and fulfilled. I wish I had a big cock but I don't, so if you find someone who can satisfy you that makes me happy!" "Amazing!" I said. "And for my happiness, you are willing to gamble our marriage and take a chance on loosing me?" "Whoa, wait a minute!" He quickly answered. "Who said anything about losing you? We could still be husband and wife. He could just come over and fuck you when you needed it!" "And what would you be doing?" I replied. "Watching TV, playing with the kids? What if we wanted to spend the night together? Would you sleep on the couch while we fucked and then snuggled in our marital bed? How would you explain to the girls why mommy and the strange man were making all those funny noises upstairs? I don't think you have thought this through. Think about it. Is your fantasy more important than your wife and family?" I decided to give Oscar time to think about the consequence his fantasy may have. I told him to sleep on the couch until he had thought about it carefully and then let me know what he decided. I was sure if he carefully considered everything he would come to his senses. If not, well it might be exciting having the freedom to do whatever I choose, with whomever I chose. Oscar approached me the next morning with his decision. He said, "I trust our love to be able to withstand anything. I love you very much and I don't think another man's sexual prowess can compare to the love we have. I was shocked and disappointed. I felt I was starting to lose respect for my husband. I decided to see Jordi again and if it happens, it happens. I told Oscar I would think it over but until I decided, I wanted him to move into the guest room. He didn't like the idea but it seemed I was in control now and he complied. I didn't see or hear from Jordi for about a week. He was at a conference out of town. He did come by my office to see me as soon as he got back. He wanted to take me out dining and dancing on Saturday night and I told him I would love to go. He asked me what I was going to tell Oscar. I told him I wouldn't lie to my husband. When Oscar heard about my date, he became very excited. I told him that we would be dining and dancing and I didn't know when I would be home, if I came home at all. This really made his cock hard and he wanted have sex. I told him I was saving myself for Jordi but he could help me get ready for my date on Saturday if he wanted. He wanted. I wanted to make this as hard as possible on him. I was hoping he would change his mind and never ask me to do this again. He didn't. First I had him pay for an entire new outfit. I made him pick out sexy lingerie to turn Jordi on. Then he accompanied me to the salon and paid for a complete body wax, hair and nails. I told the salesgirls that he was my husband and was helping me prepare for a date with my new lover. They thought this was hilarious and Oscar turned bright red with embarrassment when we all laughed at him. On Saturday night, I had him help bath, towel dry and dress me. I could see he was hard as he rubbed the sweet lotions on my body. I kept telling him how excited I was to be going out with Jordi and how nice it would be in the arms of a real man. A man that didn't need a man to satisfy his wife but was more than happy to take care of that pleasure himself. I was still hoping this chiding would cause him to change his mind, but no luck. I decided to lay it on thicker. "You know," I teased, "I've only felt his cock against my clothing when we dance or embrace but it feels huge! I wonder how it will feel deep inside me. I hope I can handle it. I so use to your tiny penis, I sure he will stretch me out. I probably won't be able to feel you after him, but maybe it won't matter anymore. Still no reaction. Before I left I said to Oscar, "Okay Oscar, this is your last chance. If you tell me not to go, I won't, but we will never discuss this sick perversion again. If you tell me to go, there is no turning back. I will do what I want, when and where I want, for as long as I want. Your call. "Have a lovely evening!" He replied. Just then the doorbell rang. Jordi! I turned to my husband and said, "Answer the door. I want you to see the man who is going to cuckold you tonight!" Oscar walked over and opened the door. There stood Jordi in his white dinner jacket which contrasted beautifully with his handsome tanned face and dark hair. He smiled at Oscar and held out his hand. Oscar shook his hand and invited Jordi in. Jordi walked over to me and took me in his arms and gave me a long and passionate kiss on the lips. He turned to Oscar and said, "I'd like to thank you for lending me your wife tonight. I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure she enjoys herself completely!" He then took my arm and escorted me to the waiting limo leaving my speechless, pathetic husband standing in the doorway while he whisked me away for our evening of pleasure. We made small talk on the way to the restaurant. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Oscar. Maybe I was a little too rough on him. I know I was trying to hurt him. He had hurt me. He had given me away like I was nothing! Jordi sensed my distraction and said, "Don't worry. We don't have to do anything tonight but eat, dance and enjoy each other's company. Oscar will be alright, in fact he will appreciate you more when you get home. Just wait and see!" His words comforted me and I decided not to think about Oscar tonight, just Jordi. This was our night and I intended to enjoy it. Our first stop was a Romantic French Restaurant called Taix. It was just a dimly lit hole in the wall but the champagne was delicious and the food even better. I sipped my drink slowly. I was determined not to drink too much so I could stay alert enough to completely enjoy and experience everything. Next we went to the Casa Madrid. A beautiful nightclub set high on a mountain top with a full view of Barcelona. Jordi was an excellent dancer and was familiar with many different types of dances. I use to dance before I was married but Oscar wasn't much of a dancer and I had had forgotten most of my dance steps. This didn't seem to bother Jordi. He just held me in his arms and swayed me around as if I was light as a feather. We danced for hours, I became lost in the arms of a beautiful man while the music swept us away to another world. I felt like a queen in the arms of her king. Soon it was closing time and Jordi ask me if I wanted to go home. I told him, "No, I want to go somewhere with you where we can be alone." Jordi instructed the driver to take us to his yacht and I nuzzled in his arms while he stroked my body with his skillful hands and whispered sweet words of love in my ear. When we reached his yacht he lifted me up in his arms and carried me aboard and down to his cabin where he laid me down softly on his bed. "Would you like a drink?" He asked. I told him no and sat up on the bed and slowly started undressing. Jordi sat across from me in a big captain's chair sipping on some Sangria, while he watch me disrobe. I undressed slowly, teasingly, until I was totally nude except for my gloves and stockings. This seemed to please him. He sat his drink down, stood up and started to undress. I could see the fire in his steel blue eyes as he gazed at my naked body. Finally he stood nude before me. His huge ten-inch cock at full attention as if it were saluting me. I have never liked sucking cock but as I looked at his magnificent, perfectly shaped member, I was totally mesmerized. I fell to my knees in front of him and cupping his balls in one hand and grasping his shaft in my other hand, placed my tongue to the tip of his penis which was glistening with a drop of pre-cum, I then licked the shimmering droplet from his pee hole and savored it like fine wine. I then placed a dozen kisses on the tip of his phallus as if I were worshipping it. I stretched my mouth wide, unable to resist the pleasure of tasting this magnificent specimen of manhood. It was so huge I could barely get the head and a couple of inches in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. The skin was soft and satiny. I could hear him moan as I moved his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel my own drool sliding down my chin, neck and on to my tits. He then stopped me and lifted me onto the bed. He placed me on my back as I spread my legs wide to allow him to admire my glistening cunt. He placed his mouth against my labia and kissed my lips softly. He then slipped his tongue between my folds and licked me from my taint to clit. His tongue expertly rolled over my clitoris making me cry out and buck my hips. First Time Cuckold I had never enjoyed having my cunt licked before but I realized that Oscar just didn't have Jordi's expertise. Before I realized it, I was coming in his face. I grabbed his hair and pulled him tight to my sopping pussy. It must have lasted at least two minutes because when I released him I could hear him gasp for air. I had to be careful. Mustn't suffocate your lover before you have a chance to feel the beautiful cock! Jordi then stood up, took his tool in his hand and began to rub the tip up and down my soaking labia. I had to have it. I begged, "Please Jordi, fuck me with your cock, please fuck me now, I need it so bad!! Jordi smiled down at me and started to slowly enter my pussy. It felt enormous but I didn't care. He would slide it in two inches and pull back one inch, allowing the walls of my cunt to adjust to his size. I had never felt anything like this. He was touching me in places I didn't even know I had places. He pulled up on the shaft until it was pressing against my G-spot. Then he quickly pushed it all the way in. At first I thought I would split in two. He stopped movement to allow my pussy to adapt to his gigantic cock. After I had adjusted to his size he began his slow, rhythmic pumping in and out of my cunt. I was in heaven! Faster and faster he moved in and out leaving me breathless. Suddenly I felt my whole vaginal area start to spasm. It contracted and released over and over again. It was my first vaginal orgasm. It was amazing! It went on and on until finally I felt him shoot his sperm deep inside me. He moaned loudly as he shot load after load into me. I could feel my pussy completely fill with his cum. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as if to imprison him there forever. Slowly we both started to relax. I could feel him shrink inside me. Even completely soft he was twice as big as Oscar was hard. My eyes were filled with tears of joy. I felt like a complete woman for the first time. Slowly Jordi rolled to one side and still inside me, stroked my hair and kissed my face. We lay there in afterglow until we fell asleep. I awoke to the sound of seagulls and ships whistles. Jordi was up already and had made eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. He set the tray of breakfast next to me and leaned down and started to kiss me on the lips. At first I turned away not wanting him to taste my morning breath but he pulled my hand away and kissed me on the mouth. I thought about how Oscar always brushed his teeth and gargled with mouth wash before kissing me. Somehow that all seemed to antiseptic and silly to me now. Oscar! Oh my god! He must be frantic by now. I decided to call him to let him know I was alright. Alright, I was in ecstasy. I had never be fuck so well or came so much in my entire life. I kissed Jordi back and took my cell phone out of my purse. "Hello Oscar, yes, I'm fine. I be home soon. No, I can't talk now. We can discuss it later. Bye." I was looking at Jordi beautiful face as I talked to my husband. After breakfast and coffee Jordi asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I told him, "No! Oscar wants me to act like a slut, I think I'll go home looking and smelling like one. Maybe this will teach him a lesson! Jordi drove me home. We sat and necked in the back of the limo in our driveway for a few minutes. I then took Jordi cock out of his pants and gave him a quick blow job until he came in my mouth while Oscar peeked out the window at us. I quickly walked into the house. I was wrapped in my coat and carrying my clothes. Oscar was shocked when he saw me. I was half naked, my hair was a mess, my makeup was smeared, I had hickeys all over my neck and breasts, and cum was still leaking out of my pussy and running down my legs. "Good morning darling," I cheerfully greeted him as I gave him a peck on the cheek. I knew he could smell the odor cock on my breath, "Did you have a nice night, I sure did and I'm dying to tell you all about it but not now. I'm very, very tired and need some sleep. Please get the girls off to school and straighten up the house a little. We can discuss things when I wake up, nighty-night. The expression on Oscar's face was priceless. I woke up around four in the afternoon. I felt glorious. My first impulse was to take a shower. Then I decided not to. I called Oscar. He must have been waiting close by because he was in the room instantly. "Yes dear," He asked, "Is there anything I can get for you?" He sounded so pathetic. Here he was, asking his wife, who had been out sucking and fucking another man all night, if he could do any to please her. It was comical. I had to laugh, I answered him, "Yes, cuckold, be a darling and get me a glass of white wine, will you?" I watched him scurry away to do my bidding. What a fool. I was slowly losing all respect for him. I was also very angry at him. A real man would never allow another man to fuck his woman. Here he was begging me to do it. He quickly returned with two glasses of wine and handed me one. I put the edge of the wine glass against my thigh and scrapped of some of the remaining cum and handed it to Oscar and took his wine glass. "There," I said. "If you want to hear about last night, you will have to prove to me that you totally accept and approve of me fucking Jordi by drinking his cum from your wine glass!" B-but, I'm not gay, I don't want to drink a man's cum!" He protested. "Fine," I replied. "I guess you really aren't interested in hearing about our fuck session then." "Ok, ok, I'll do it!" He meekly replied and making an awful face, drank the cum from the wine glass. I laughed at him as he gagged on the cum and said, "That's a good cucky, show me you accept our new life style!" I then began to describe to Oscar the past night's events. I told him how big Jordi's cock was and how good it felt in my mouth and cunt. I explained how wonderful his tongue felt against my pussy and how quickly he made me cum. How he stretched me out so much that I would never even feel Oscar's tiny penis again. I described my vaginal orgasm in detail and how much he had cum inside me. Oscar listened carefully to each detail, stroking his tiny penis as I talked. During my descriptions, he came three times, moaning like a little sissy with each orgasm. I would reach down each time and with my finger, scoop up a small amount of cum and feed it to him. I told him that he could never fuck me again and he must take care of the girls and keep the house clean while I was out fucking whomever I chose. He quietly agreed to all my terms. How pathetic he looked. I finally had to ask him. "Seriously Oscar," I continued, "Haven't you had enough, I mean how much humiliation do you need? Can't you see that if we continue like this, our marriage is over?" "No, "He replied. "This doesn't bother me. To know that you are being satisfied is the important thing. When I saw you kissing Jordi, then sucking his cock in the limo, I must have jacked off and came three times. Don't you see, I'm happy, you're happy!" I remember hearing the same words from Jordi as he described he and his wife's relationship. Well, what the hell. Jordi had a good time, I had a good time, and it appears Oscar had a good time too. I wasn't sure where this was all going to lead us, but time will tell.