Our First Cuckold Expierence

Today, I wanted to share our first experience with cuckolding. But I also think it is important to give some context before we dive into those stories. For privacy, we'll go ahead and refer to me as M and my wife as L.

I have always considered myself a very sexual and open person, and on prom night, L showed me that she was also.

My wife is very, very attractive. She's tall, thick, blonde, and has fantastic, large boobs that draw attention anywhere we go.

My wife thinks I'm hot and very attractive. However, I'm not well-endowed. I sit at about 5" and have always known I'm not the biggest, but I do give it maximum effort.

We were together about six years before we married. During that time, we had a lot of sexual experiences together and have talked about all kinds of things. One I always found myself coming back to was her sleeping with another man or using a bigger toy. I just always felt like she was missing something in her sex life, like she wanted and needed more. She humored it, and I'm sure she had her thoughts about it, but it was mostly chalked up to in-the-moment fantasy.

To this day, I'm really not sure what changed and how it progressed the way it did.

Maybe it was being married or just getting older, but the year we got married, we had used bigger toys and incorporated other toys to get her off. It always came back to me telling her how much I'd enjoy it if she slept with someone who had a bigger tool than me.

One night, she told me she wanted to do it and would do it.

She downloaded Tinder, created a profile, and began searching for a partner. It really didn't take long, and her inbox was full. After weeding through, she found a man we'll call R.

They sent each other so many nudes and talked and chatted about what they wanted to do. I think my wife was hesitant to really go through with it. We are very open when communicating, and I told her, "Look, there is a difference between fantasy and real life. I can't say for certain that we will both enjoy this like we think we will once emotions happen, etc., but if we promise to be honest and communicate what we like and don't like, we will be okay."

My wife showed me pictures of him, and I'll use her words here: he was very muscular and sexy, rode motorcycles, was ex-military, and was very well-endowed--easily 8".

After some more back and forth, he told her to come over and when. My wife and I agreed to go through with it. She spent the evening getting ready, and it was so exhilarating watching her get ready for him: the makeup, nails done, picking out an outfit, and wondering what they were going to do to each other. I'm not sure what she saw when she looked at me, but when I looked at her, I could see a spark in her eyes, filled with excitement and a stomach full of butterflies. She looked so sexy with that look on her.

We got in the car and drove about 15 minutes away to his place. I parked in a spot, and she asked me if I was sure. I said, "Go have fun." I watched my wife get out of the vehicle in leggings and a pink sweatshirt that showed a lot of cleavage, walk her way to his apartment, and then I waited.

After waiting for a while, I had gotten myself so turned on thinking about it. I swear, if I touched myself in that moment, I would have came in my pants. I couldn't take it anymore and had to know. I walked to his apartment door and put my ear to it. What I heard rewired my brain. Over the music playing, I could hear my wife moaning like never before. I could hear him fucking her like an animal. I went back to the truck and waited for her to be done.

She came out after some time, and she looked flushed. I'd never seen her look like this.

Between hearing her moan with him and how he left her, I was so worked up I couldn't see straight. She, however, couldn't see my face inside the truck. Her look turned concerned as she opened the car door. She asked me if I was mad.

I immediately fired back, "NO."

She got in and kissed me. I could taste him on her mouth. She smelled like sex. I couldn't wait to get her home.

We got upstairs to our bedroom, and I went down on her to clean her up. She tasted amazing. There was more cum than I ever filled her with, by far. I slid my cock inside her. She was so stretched out that we both couldn't believe it, yet it felt better than anything we'd felt before,

We fucked and kissed in ways we never had. I kissed her neck and breasts and asked her if he kissed her here. Then I would kiss her somewhere else on her body. "Here, I wonder?"

She answered back, "Yes, it was amazing." That's about all I needed, and I gave her another creampie.

She was sore and tender, but she wanted to tell me all about it so badly. We took a small break, and I grabbed the lube, laid back with her in my right arm, and she started telling me all the details while I stroked myself.

She told me that it was a little awkward for her at first, not sure how to start the evening. He offered her a shot, then showed her his apartment and took her to the couch. She said they kissed on the way there. They then sat on the couch, sort of cuddling. She said she could see his cock through his shorts and went for it. She began sucking him off and trying to deep-throat his cock. He wanted her to go deeper, but she'd never sucked someone so big.

She did a good job, though, and I was in no place not to believe her. He grabbed her and took her to the bedroom, where he laid her down, put her knees up toward her chest, and worked his cock inside her. It started off slow, and as her pussy stretched and conformed to him, he picked up the pace.

This is what I heard through the door of his apartment. I came all over myself. It was the second time that night I'd had a life-changing orgasm. She told me more about how he fucked her and touched her all over her body until he came deep inside her. She got dressed, kissed him goodbye, and came back to me. She said it was a very different orgasm than anyone she's had with me.

We were flushed and laid there in bed holding each other until we went to sleep.