How did ladies feel after their first cuckolding experience?

 It was an unusual feeling I had from beginning to end. I was resistant to even trying it, afraid I was setting myself up to fail in my marriage snd terrified snd guilty that I was risking ruining some else’s. I thought it through and played fantasy in my head for a long time. Then it hit me that THEIR VOWS bound only them and not anyone else. I knew I was on rock solid ground with an unbreakable foundation in my own marriage. I did not throw myself into it but when we moved to. Orange County, CA, all the mom’s, MILFS and casual friends talked about it so much I felt the drive for it but controlled it and did not say anything to my husband.

Almost 18 months later we were at a yard party where alcohol flowed smoothly. I was being introduced to other couples and it felt comfortable. I asked my husband if he was absolutely sure he was OK If anyone asked us to party or go to their house with them. He was so involved in a Texas poker game thing so I got another drink and walked around. A couple hours later I finally had a couple talk and hit on me. They were experienced swingers and they had her boyfriend with them so it was a true cuckolding relationship. They told me how it worked and how it made their marriage stronger. I didn’t get that.

I decided to test myself as bait because I was thinking maybe I was ugly so no one hit on me. I walked out to the corner of the huge yard snd day under an umbrella not realizing there was a young couple who looked like barely high schoolers, just going at it like jackrabbits in the next yard. Yes! I’ll admit I watched them for the entire 5 minutes the guy lasted, but I didn’t even realize how I was so wet unconsciously that my underwear stuck to me! Then a gentleman came out of nowhere and asked if he could sit with me and talk about whether the “young love” should be ratted out to parents or if we should talk with the two lovebirds and teach them how to be great in bed. We decided to do nothing.

As he and I talked I did not realize “Brent” was inching closer to me and making me laugh. I was having fun. We talked about me being married and him divorced; and then watched all the action in the house that had all the sliding doors snd windows open. We were closest to the “Make Love To Them” room where everyone was kissing and holding hands. Several couples were having sex with other people while holding hands with. Each other. Brent said, “You can tell who’s first time it is. The wives are usually scared to let their husbands out of their sight! I do not know how it happened but some key even clicked in me and I’m a couple minutes I had Brett against the fence kissing him like a high school girl!

While I was kissing him I reverted to those same days and I was squeezing his erect ion inside his pants and he was trying to unsnap my bra college style one-handed. My first thought was, “Oh my gawd I was kissing a complete stranger and I’m supposed to be married!” Brett looked at me telling me to breathe. It was just a kiss. I quickly walked into the house to hold my husband but he was winning snd it’s bad luck to talk at the table so I got another drink and went back out to the table where I met Brett. Not 15 minutes later he walked up to me, he took my left hand pulling/lifting me up and BAM we were kissing again!

He had both hands under by summer blouse and “click” I felt my bra unsnap and as it did my boobs felt free snd the night sit around them was a thrill I’d never had before. As we kissed some more he squeezed my nipples between his outstretched fingers lifting my boobs and then I felt my summer blouse going upward over my head. It fell on the table. I pulled off my bra and dropped it. We began the lightest most erotic kissing I did not expect as I unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt. I felt his bulge against my mons where he was moving up and down intentionally. We both took off our shoes at the same time and I kissed him as I undid his belt but could not get his jeans in buttoned. Not even a zipper in front! He undid them himself but I wiggled them side-to-side to get them down. As I did I Ed leaning over right in his crotch area and BOING the freakishly largest but so perfectly gorgeous human erection I’d ever been that close to me popped out. Gawd! It was so thick I could not close my fingers around it and it sounds weird but to just holding it I could feel it’s “power!” Other people saw it too so first two them like five couples stopped to stare at it. My head was figuratively spinning and for the first time since I met my husband I was confused and conflicted and my little guilt rider on my shoulder who ruined a lot of fun times was silent!

As we kissed and I stroked his rock hard cock I knew he was past in buttoning my pants and they were already working over my hips. When they fell to the ground I kicked them away and stood there staring at Brett’s cock until my attention was broken by another woman who told me my natural lube was dropping like the a spider web. A guy who was right there asked me if he could “clean up the mess my excitement was causing.” I was so overwhelmed that I don’t recall saying anything. I felt pushing against my thighs from behind so I spread my feet apart and the head and face of the guy who asked me popped between my legs and I felt his mouth latch on with vacuum like an ocean Remora fish attached to a host. I felt his tongue sweeping back to front and then on my clit. I immediately thought, “No! That cock was going to need it,” but just then I felt a blob like sometimes happens during women’s period, plopped right down into his mouth. He swallowed it and went back for more but I stepped over and away from him.

I had never seen or known of Brett before that chance conversation that night. He was not my boyfriend or husband. One other woman pulled a chair in front of Brett and put the entire head into her mouth. He let out a hum and groan and told her some bullshit about it felt great. I don’t know what happened to me and do not to this day, I pushed the bitch back away from Brett and then turned to him yelling, “What the fuck was that about? That was really fucked up!” Right then Brett stepped in and hugged me. I held his cock with both hands when he brought me back to reality saying, “Baby (he’d forgotten my name!), hey, I’m not your boyfriend so you had no right to do or say any of that!” Immediately I was humiliated in front of my husband’s professional friends and I was standing there naked with my pubic hair matted and mussed! A shrink friend told me I had apparently accessed and activated a long dormant “cave man” mentality that allowed females who were the best and strongest breeding stock - I don’t know if there was quantifiable beauty back then - to choose snd fight to keep for the best DNA for perpetuation of the species. I had no idea that erection size was even important then!

Brent took my hand snd we walked into the house where I expected my husband to notice I was naked and holding a beautiful huge cock in my hand. All he said was, “If you’re going to try and fuck that with your size 6 body I want to see that!” Great. A topping of immediate guilt! I followed Brent into the master bedroom of the house and figured out it was his house. Everyone there knew who my husband was but when Brent and I kissed passionately like I had not felt in decades and he held snd sucked my boobs, I expected my husband to storm in and take back the girl who was his. Nope!

Brent began going down on me so lightly and with gentle kisses and long swipes of his tongue I could see I was still lubricating heavy. One guy leaned over to kiss me but I hesitated until Brent said, “You can kiss him and those guy can suck your nipples if you like.” I do not know why but his approval took guilt weight off me with every word. My husband was not in there!

Brent made me cum so intensely I grunted like some animal and let out a scream of relief! THAT got my husband’s attention. When he walked in the door Brent was on top of me. We were kissing passionately and I had already raked his neck with my fingernails. I knew where it was going as I stated at my husband who ALSO had a boner! No “stop, she’s my girl or my wife, nothing!” Brent was rotating his pelvis trying to line up with my body to take him but the head was so big it smooshed and rolled around. I heard my husband say to some friend, “See? Everything worked out. “. Bullshit!

I kissed Brett and stroked him so he was really almost uncomfortably stiff. I rubbed the head up and down to wet it and then looked right at my husband. He should have realized it was an angry wife death state! I stared into hid eyes and pumped my hips to get the Hard part of Brent’s cock right where it needed to be. As I stAred at my husband I pulled Brent to me and had him hold a push-up position. I used my hands and fingers to spread myself open and I lifted my hips pushing upward taking Brent’s cock with immediate regret but I didn’t care. When the head “popped” under my pubic bone and stretched me downward I let out a loud scream of satisfaction that I had him in me and it didn’t hurt! Brent and I began to lift snd thrust together until about 5 minutes later nearly all of him was inside me and it felt so good I was shaking and sweating and had tears which some people mistook as pain. No way!

Brent of course “bottomed out” but because I was already so excited my uterus had tented and I felt him go into what I now know was my “anterior fornix” and as long as he held it there my orgasm went on snd on to where I had to scream like a fake porn or let it go and stop it. That was an easy decision! Every thrust felt so good it turned. In “lovemaking” because all I saw were Brents eyes burning into mine, his kisses and passion bites that stayed visible for two weeks, and the squealing friction of Brents now fully erect and uncomfortably stiff going into me causing me to orgasm so intensely I was fighting barfing. Most women know how that gets.

Most of the group had left the room and went off to trade wives or secretaries and warehouse guys were fucking and sucking the executives and their wives. My husband later said he felt I was faking the noise to bother him. No way! Every plunge into me pulled or . pushed in a different place and it was so intensely good I let out: “Ooooooohs, gigggs!, ugggggs! Yeeeeee! And a bunch of others. I wasn’t going to slap my own husband’s face by getting on top of Brent’s erection even though I had to fight a natural push to do so.

Brent and I were locked into the best most fulfilling Missionary position I have ever had! I didn’t pay a attention to my husband at all. I told Brent I’d never been fucked like that before snd probably never would again unless my husband plowed him to come to our home. I said, “I doubt that will ever happen” which made tears flow as I had a very deep orgasm that made me feel I had an orgasm in my eyeballs! My husband said in a smug tone , “You got that right so get if out of your f-/king system!” Wow! I could feel the electricity I feel whenever any man including my husband is building up his orgasm inside me. Brent’s cock was so hard I was literally pinned to the mattress and could. It return his thrusts I told Brent why but added, “I don’t ever want you feeling I did not make love and love every thrust into me even if they hurt.” Then my husband finally said to Brent, “Dude, can you get this done? She’s still my wife!

Brent and I ignored him in a kiss and then Brent’s body shaking and grunting like an animal orgasm started and it made me feel so good inside that my body gave him that pleasure. As he pumped he finally ejaculated which I don’t know why made me lock up around him and start crying telling him, “Feel good baby! Give it all to me baby!” as his erection took up a lot of space snd caused his semen to spatter out of me. He slammed and screamed, “Yeah! fuck yeah! A bunch of times but it was too much when he let slip, “I own your pussy Barbie and I’m going to fuck it whenever I need your cunt so tight around me!” I thought that wS going to be bad but my husband knew it was just Brent releasing orgasmic stress as he pumped cum into me and then all over me and the bed.

We kissed until he slipped out of me and then my husband said we were leaving so no time for a shower. I didn’t put my panties back on and borrowed a sundress from Brent’s wife. When we got home there was a puddle of semen and body fluids smeared all over the new leather seats in the car. Many have tried but the outline is always visible and I don’t know what my husband tells anyone who asks! So that’s it. I gave you all my thoughts, feelings and memories to answer your question. My husband snd I never discussed it after that and I’ve had at least 25–30 lovers since then which is a turn on for my husband. I don’t know why one freakishly huge but beautiful cock would affect my ultra-voyeur husband the way it did. Just thinking of it now; it was worth it then!

Barbara

My favorite cuckold experience

 Let’s see, mine happened just three weekends ago. I typically spend every Friday or Saturday night with my boyfriend, always returning home very early the next morning. I don’t work and my boyfriend has a flexible schedule with his job. So we do get together during the day sometimes for an afternoon rendezvous at our house. This is sometimes a spur of the moment event and I always call my husband to apprise him beforehand.

This particular Friday night, though, I received a special surprise from my boyfriend. As is typical, I dressed sexily for him with my husband watching and helping me prepare myself. He always does so wearing no clothes at my instruction. I have him caged and love to see his little cock straining at its cage and knowing he’s every bit as turned on as me.

My boyfriend arrived and gave me a very passionate kiss that was every bit as much for my husband as it was for me. He’s very good at taking my cuckolds needs into consideration, knowing that what we’re doing is for his pleasure too.

In the car, my boyfriend told me that he had a surprise for me. One that would be something new and he hoped, very exciting. He knows that up until we started this venture that I’d led a very sheltered life sexually.

We had dinner, and then returned to his place where we entered his home to find one of his friends sitting on the couch. I was a bit confused at first. He introduced his buddy who, like him, was black. He was fifteen years younger than me, very handsome with a shaved head and a goatee. His body was firm and muscular so it wasn’t at all a stretch to say that I found him attractive.

I was a bit flustered and instantly aroused when I was informed that my surprise was a threesome with these two fine specimens of manhood. No, I obviously hadn’t discussed this beforehand with my husband, so I knew there was a chance that he could be displeased. But since beginning to cuckold him, I’ve taken control of our sexual lives. He enjoys the fact that what I say goes in that regard. I almost always listen to his thoughts on any subject but ultimately, I have the final say on the matter.

About two o’clock that morning, my boyfriend sent a picture to my husband that was taken in the reflection of his dresser mirror. It showed my regular lover with his cock buried in me from behind, while I had about five inches of his friend's cock buried in my mouth. The caption sent along with the message to my life mate was that I would be far too busy tonight to consider coming home any time soon and that he shouldn’t wait up.

Now, I didn’t know until later that he’d even taken the picture, much less sent it to my husband. He said that when he received it that he’d already been pacing the floor waiting for me to return home. Apparently, it left him feeling unsure of himself that I’d broken our typical arrangement. The jealousy and hurt he endured though were only surpassed by the arousal my husband felt at knowing the pleasure I had to be experiencing. So despite feeling humiliated by my boyfriend’s text, (and make no mistake, that was precisely why he’d sent it) my husband told me that he wasn’t mad because he knew what was happening was for the best.

And I couldn’t have agreed more with him. While sex with my husband is always sweet, tender, and loving, sex with my boyfriend is completely different. He’s very demanding and dominating in his approach to the act. He doesn’t ask me for anything. He orders or demands it. He also is very controlling during sex. It isn’t all that uncommon while fucking me for him to lightly choke me or repeatedly slap my ass over and over while doing me from behind. And he doesn’t fuck me gently, he pounds me pretty relentlessly a lot of the time. So the juxtaposition between him and my husband is night and day. The two's styles diametrically oppose one another. And while I love making love to my husband because of the intimacy and closeness it fosters, I’m consumed by the sex I have with my bull. The climaxes I’ve had with him in the last four months far surpass those I’ve had with my husband in the last thirty years in both quantity and quality. It isn’t unusual for me to orgasm a dozen times in a four-hour session with my boyfriend. So there is no real way of comparing the two.

That date, though, was on an entirely different level. Not only did I not return home that night, but my husband was also sent a video the next morning shortly before lunchtime of my being fucked by my boyfriend. I was laying on my back, my legs in the air while his black cock pounded me. Meanwhile, I was holding his friend's longer but thinner cock in my hand while I sucked at his scrotum. It was only about a three-minute clip but it drove a very clear message to my husband, as did my boyfriend’s message that accompanied it.

They weren’t done with me yet.

My husband later told me that he’d hardly slept that night and hadn’t eaten a thing that morning. The uncertainty of his situation was getting to him and yet he was incredibly aroused. He said that his balls ached despite the fact his caged penis couldn’t achieve a full erection and the area of the cage surrounding the head of his penis was crusty with precum. So, my boyfriend’s message nearly sent him into a full tailspin.

The two men took me out for supper that night and then took me to a sex shop. There, they purchased a set of buttplugs, telling me that that they intended to open me up to an entirely new world of sexual pleasure.

They had me naked not long after we got back to my boyfriend’s place. I sucked them both until they were fully hard, alternating between the two men’s cocks. My boyfriend then had me get on my knees on his couch while facing the backrest while he knelt behind me and rimmed my ass. He then lubed a finger and thrust it into my backside telling me to push against it as he penetrated me. Before long he had two inside of me and then three. His friend, meanwhile, was lubricating the smallest of the plugs. It wasn’t long before it was seated inside my ass. It was very uncomfortable at first but I was soon distracted by the long black cock in my mouth and my boyfriend’s very talented tongue teasing my clitoris

About eight o’clock that night, my sweet husband received another text that had me riding my boyfriend cowgirl while leaning forward. His friend was standing behind me so that the thick black cock stretching my very used pussy was clearly visible. Also plainly apparent in the clip is the pink disk of the end of the buttplug.

The message sent along with it was that my pussy and mouth weren’t to be the only things taken from my husband that weekend.

My hubby never saw it, though. Exhaustion and anxiety had led him to indulge himself in a new bottle of Crown Royal. He was passed out sound asleep when that message arrived and had been for several hours. He didn’t see it and one sent later until the middle of the night when he awakened to find I still wasn’t home.

A second and much larger plug went into me about nine that evening before we all took a break for a shower and refreshments. The two of them even put on some music and took turns dancing slow dances with me that took on a very erotic tone by the time we were through. Despite having been fucked repeatedly over the previous twenty-four-hours, I found myself aroused and both of them were semi-erect.

The two of them took turns fucking me in our next round making me come several times. Neither of them climaxed, though. They were both saving themselves for something special.

It was an utterly different experience being stuffed with a large cock while having a medium-sized anal plug seated in my backside. The sensations I felt were unlike anything I’d previously thought possible.

After removing the plug from my ass. My boyfriend took my anal virginity while his friend gently reached down beneath me and rubbed at my clit. Despite having had the buttplug inside me it was painful at first, maybe because his cock went much deeper. Soon, though, the pain went away and I just felt a sense of fullness. By the time he actually started to fuck me, I was starting to enjoy the sensation. Maybe it was the naughtiness of the act. After all, a man who wasn’t my husband was fucking my dirtiest of places. A black man at that.

I came very hard about a minute before my boyfriend filled my ass with his cum. It was a different feeling of orgasm than I’ve ever had before. Not as powerful as the vaginal climaxes I have with my boyfriend or his friend, but somehow deeper and radiating throughout almost my entire body.

His friend’s thinner cock didn’t hurt me at all as it was pressed against my opening before easily slipping inside. And while his cock wasn’t nearly as thick, it did go deeper. He started out slow but by the time he came nearly ten minutes later, I’d come again as well.

Another clip was sent to my loving life-partner of me being fucked in the ass while I moaned like a whore. They also took pictures of their cum leaking out of my ass. Of course, I knew by then that the pair were tormenting my loving husband but the sexual fog I was in prevented me from caring.

That text pointed out what a slut I was for black cock, saying that my husband was married to a total whore. They told me what they were going to tell him, and I could hardly argue with their choice of words after what I’d been up to that weekend.

We all fell asleep shortly after my anal deflowering. A mixture of our physical exertions and the alcohol we’d consumed having done us in.

Both men fucked me the next morning. My boyfriend filling my tender ass with his seed, while his handsome friend left my husband a present in my pussy. We all dressed afterward and the two took me for an early lunch before taking me home. The pair walked me to our front door and kissed me goodbye. When I went inside, I found my husband sitting in his recliner with the lights off. Not TV on, no computer or phone in his hands. He looked exhausted and pathetic as he stared at me with an angry look on his face.

I handled the situation by ignoring him and turning to head up to our bedroom. I was standing in the bathroom removing my makeup when he finally followed. He sat on our bed and watched me without saying a word. I could tell from the way his arms were crossed and the frown on his face that he wanted me to ask what was wrong. But I didn’t. I finished with my makeup and then brushed my teeth and used the bathroom. I then removed my clothes and slipped into a comfortable but non-sexy pair of pajamas, sending him a silent message that there would be no reclaiming for now. To be honest, I was far too tender to do much more than blow him or give him a handjob. And I was too tired to do either of those. Plus, I knew my indifference was driving him crazy and I wanted to maintain control of the situation.

He was still sitting there with a pout on his face when I kissed his cheek, got in the bed, and said goodnight.

When I woke up about five hours later, he was laying there looking at me. I slid over and gave him a kiss before removing the necklace from around my neck that holds the key to his chastity device. I held it up and asked him how he felt about making love to the most sexually gratified woman in the world. In no time at all, the two of us were naked, his cock cage removed, and he was exploring my body. I could literally see him counting the various love bites and hickeys that my two dominating lovers had left marking my body. Any anger or frustration he had over my being gone all weekend seemed diminished, and I knew it was completely forgiven when his head settled between my legs and I watched as he inhaled deeply at the mixture of aromas down there before licking me from my still tight pucker all the way to my clit.

When our lovemaking was done and he’d emptied his load inside me. He laid down next to me and we talked. He said it had been the longest weekend of his life. He’d become convinced at one point from the pleasure he saw me displaying in the video clips and the fact that I wasn’t coming home, that I intended to leave him. My poor husband had been despondent believing that he’d lost me. I kissed him and snuggled in against him and assured him that regardless of my sexual adventures that I would always return home to him. I reiterated to him that my boyfriend and any other future lovers are little more than animate sex toys to me. They’re a good time before returning home to a man that I love unconditionally and who enriches my life in ways they could never hope to. And I meant every word of what I said. My husband may not be a great cocksman, but I see him as a real man in every other way that matters.

As a side note, my boyfriend informed me on the ride home that my next threesome would involve another woman. So, I’ll have that tale to tell one day.

Accidental Cuckold Experience

 It was accidental. We’d been married for many years and I began to notice changes in my wife. Mostly she seemed to be going out with her friends more often and coming home later. I admit I’m not the world’s best lover but I always thought I was good enough to meet her needs. Still things didn’t seem right. When she came to bed, she smelled of alcohol and sweat. I asked her and she said it was from dancing at clubs with her girlfriends.

One night she smelled like sex. I laid there next to her and I got depressed thinking that she might have cheated on me. I imagined what she might have done and I felt a stirring and my dick was getting hard. The next morning I wanted to ask her about it but I was too much a coward. A couple nights later, same thing only this time she not only smelled of sex, she also had the scent of a man’s cologne on her.

That too aroused me. I waited for her to fall asleep then slowly got out of bed and went into our bathroom and pulled out the laundry basket. My heart sank. I didn’t even know she had a pair of red panties. I pulled them out and opened them up. There in the crotch was a large semen stain. I touched it and it was still sticky. I went back to bed and tried to sleep but my dick was hard. I raised my hand to my nose and there it was on my finger; the scent of sex, her pussy and his cum. I masturbated and put that finger in my mouth. I briefly thought what it must be like to be her and suck on a man’s dick.

A few weeks later when she came home, late again, and got in bed instead of rolling over and going to sleep, she rolled toward me and told me she didn’t like it when I masturbated in bed because it made a mess. Then she said, “Look, I know that you know. I’ve never told you straight out because I don’t want to hurt your feelings but I think it’s time you hear. I have a boyfriend that I see regularly but when my friends and I go out I also have one night stands a couple times a month.”

She told me she knew she hadn’t been fair to me but the truth was she didn’t want to have sex with me any more because it left her too frustrated. To be fair to me and to keep the sheets clean, she said that on nights when she’d been out, she would give me a blowjob when she came home.

What do you feel as a cuckold when your wife had sex in front of you?

 A fantastic mix of angst, jealousy, pride, love and excitement. Watching my friend pull my my wife’s knickers off over her ankles and lift her legs to explore her vagina was wonderful. Seeing his balls bounce as he thrust inside her and hearing her orgasm was beyond my wildest dreams.

How is wife sharing different than cuckolding

 

Cuckolding is a very specific fetish.

Cuckolding is not “your wife has sex with other people.” Cuckolding is “your wife has sex with other people as a form of humiliation play, for the purpose of erotic humiliation of the husband.” Usually (but not always), in a cuckold relationship, the husband doesn’t have other lovers.

Partner swapping isn’t humiliation play. The purpose isn’t to objectify or embarrass the husband.

Has your husband cleaned your mess after you cuckold?

 I’m not really into that unless he wants to do it. We are not a cuckold couple but I have lovers almost anytime I want or need it. We had been married about 15 years, having great sex and of course he would ejaculate inside me every time; sometimes twice. I never really thought about it but he started going down on me after his own. I got the extra orgasms and he got to see if he could do it.

The first time he went down after his own I made sure I was squeezing out as much as I could. He swallowed as he went but afterward he said his throat felt scratchy and the taste was not as good as I think it is. He kept going and I guess it was an extra turn on for him because he was always hard right away. Now if I’m on top I’ll sit on his face and let gravity help it run out. I found out he closes his sinuses and there is little residual taste or smell afterward. If he’s not in the mood it’s no big deal.

I’ve shared I’ve had way more lovers than most usual females but I can say I’ve sucked and swallowed every one of them. One evening after a friend who is blessed with huge ejaculations, I stayed laying on the bed instead of going to the bathroom to drain out and clean up. After he left I called my husband in the guest room and told him I wanted to sit on his face and the friend’s cum was still in me. He just smiled and laid on his back on the bed. I moved over and straddled his face and lowered myself just above his mouth. He gave me a long back to front lick as I relaxed and felt my friends cum running down inside me. My husband was licking around me cleaning me off when I felt and saw a huge blob drop right into his mouth. He just swallowed it and kept going. It was hot and I could see he was so hard in his jeans. He’s eaten maybe 120 of my friends out of me and it always ends with great sex.

Eating cum out of you is a big step for most men. Mine is so used and into it that when I give him a hand job or even when he masturbates, he will eat his own, especially if I have him cum all over my boobs. It’s just something he really enjoys so we’ve stayed with it. We recently visited people out of state. One day I went shopping with a relative. My husband stayed in the hotel. When I returned a couple hours later, he was lying comfortably on the hotel bed. He had been masturbating for about an hour real slow and edging himself. I could tell by the pool of pre-cum on his tummy. Once I was back he let himself orgasm and cum. I thought, “Wow! That’s a lot.” I jumped on the bed so I could lick it off him but he had most of it on his right hand. He licked all of it off and swallowed. I licked up the pre-cum and I gave it to him in a very passionate kiss. We both loved it! It will not kill you to try eating your own out of your wife or partner. It may bring you even closer. Good luck!

Barbara

Soft cuckold experiences

 This incident happened only a few weeks after we began "hard" cuckolding, and I wasn't completely comfortable with it all yet. It might be too soft for this question, but the memory of it still stirs strong emotions in me after all these years. My husband, Tom, and I were at a New Year’s Eve party in a city about seventy miles from our home. It was a huge venue, pretty crowded, and I was milling around, flirting with guys as I usually did at parties.Tom liked watching me having fun, and he followed me around at a discreet distance. All of a sudden I bumped into Steve, an old FWB from when I was single and lived in another state. To this day, I don't think my husband quite believes that I didn't know he was going to be at the party, but I didn't.

Anyway, Steve grabs my arm as I pass by and says something like, "Is that you, Tanya?" I was surprised and a little unnerved to see him. I liked him as an FWB, but he had stronger feelings for me, and so we stopped seeing each other. Anyway, he asks how I'm doing, where I'm at now, and so on. I told him I was married, working in a different field, and doing great. His expression turned sort of sad but he congratulated me. He said he was still single, had been promoted at work and transferred to the city where the party was being held.

We were still chatting when I heard the thirty second countdown start, and I told him I needed to find Tom because we had planned to kiss at the stroke of midnight, as the new year came in. Steve put his hands gently on my face and said,"Kiss me instead." I didn't resist as his lips touched mine. I could feel my face turning red in Steve's hands as my eyes darted left and right, looking for Tom. I didn't see him, so I thought I might as well let it happen. I didn't hug Steve or do anything to encourage him until about five seconds to midnight when I parted my lips to let his tongue in. Once that happened he let go of my face and we put our arms around each other. He pressed hard into me, and I admit I pressed back. His body felt incredible. He was in even better shape than he used to be. Finally I pulled away about twenty seconds after midnight.

I started looking for Tom and found he was just a few feet from us. He had seen it all. I got him alone as fast as I could and apologized profusely. We were going to kiss to bring in the New Year, and I’d ruined it (I blamed Steve too of course lol). I told Tom I was so sorry, but he said, "I'm not!" Silly me, I should have known he'd react like that.