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What event started you in the lifestyle?
- Thread starterBmmorse
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It wasnt planned at all. Just a bit of fun over final drinks before bed. It just sorta got out of hand. He offered us his bed and he was going to sleep on the couch but somewhere he took a wrong turn and wound up in bed with my wife and I. Well I spose it was his bed.. lol.Bmmorse said:
My girlfriend was 18 and was working in a grocery store. Her boss who was mid 30s was always hitting on her. She eventually succumbed and gave him hand jobs at first then blow jobs then let him have his way(her words). When I found out I was angry but also very aroused. We split not long after but I jerked about it and craved it after that.
Bmmorse said:
I met my wife to be as she turned 16, she was untouched, 6ft slim, pretty and 34B. She was a stunning jeans wearer with a small tight cute bottom on the top of her 33 inch legs encased in tight denim, i soon found i liked other men looking at her.
By the time she was 17 she was wearing suspenders under her tight jeans to go to the pub in, as a treat for me. I loved the feel and knew others liked the look as i encouraged her to remain standing at the bars, It wasnt long before she wore knee boots making her 6ft 2 that increased the attention other men gave her.
At 17 she confessed she had been fucked by another man and i made love to her as she cried, i actually liked her confession. What i didnt know was she knew it turned me on and found this a very strange yet kinky reaction.
From this she years later admitted she knew i probably was receptive to her having a little play....... as long as she was honest with me........ we married when she was 18 and i became her cuck husband soon after.
By the time she was 17 she was wearing suspenders under her tight jeans to go to the pub in, as a treat for me. I loved the feel and knew others liked the look as i encouraged her to remain standing at the bars, It wasnt long before she wore knee boots making her 6ft 2 that increased the attention other men gave her.
At 17 she confessed she had been fucked by another man and i made love to her as she cried, i actually liked her confession. What i didnt know was she knew it turned me on and found this a very strange yet kinky reaction.
From this she years later admitted she knew i probably was receptive to her having a little play....... as long as she was honest with me........ we married when she was 18 and i became her cuck husband soon after.
I can't say it was just a single event, but it certainly wasn't a choice for me.
All my wives couldn't get enough strange dick, and quickly reached a point where they weren't going to "hide" what they were doing.
I could either accept it, or move on. I learned acceptance quickly.
My current wife and and I have been married for nearly 35 years. When we met and began dating, she actually asked for my permission and blessing to fuck a young coworker of hers. She was even asking my opinion ("do you think I should?").
I told her she had complete sexual freedom, didn't need my permission ever, and encouraged her to fuck his brains out. Just be very discreet.
She did and was!
All my wives couldn't get enough strange dick, and quickly reached a point where they weren't going to "hide" what they were doing.
I could either accept it, or move on. I learned acceptance quickly.
My current wife and and I have been married for nearly 35 years. When we met and began dating, she actually asked for my permission and blessing to fuck a young coworker of hers. She was even asking my opinion ("do you think I should?").
I told her she had complete sexual freedom, didn't need my permission ever, and encouraged her to fuck his brains out. Just be very discreet.
She did and was!
I believe the first time I got cuckolded, just two years into our marriage, was when my ex had been in a local theater production with a somewhat older guy who we had met when we first moved to that city. There were long nights of rehearsal, but I assume with others around. After the production he told her he was splitting with his wife and asked if he could stay at our place until he found somewhere to live. When I returned from work after his first night with us, he was gone. But my ex told me rather excitedly how he came into the kitchen from the shower that morning with only a towel around him (I had already left for work), called to her, and when she turned around dropped his towel to display a large, horizontally erect cock. Her description made it clear that she was very impressed and excited by his offer. She claimed that nothing happened, but if that were true she could have not even mentioned his invitation, and I would have been none the wiser. She did have a habit, throughout our marriage, of tossing me hints about the cuckoldings I was getting, so I would always have a nagging sense that I was being humiliated. If I took the hints too seriously, she would claim she was just joking.
The clincher here is that although I never saw the guy again, his best friend was in my working group. After the above events, over after-work beers, he started quizzing me about what my ex looked like in bed, and how she responded to getting fucked. Although he had never met her, or even seen her, he got all the details exact: the shape of her bush, the color and projection of her labia, her facial expression when an erection first penetrates her, etc. Apparently that guy and his friend thought they could have a lot of fun taunting the cuckolded husband. Pictures of her from just a few years later below (taken by a professional photographer, who also cucked me):
The clincher here is that although I never saw the guy again, his best friend was in my working group. After the above events, over after-work beers, he started quizzing me about what my ex looked like in bed, and how she responded to getting fucked. Although he had never met her, or even seen her, he got all the details exact: the shape of her bush, the color and projection of her labia, her facial expression when an erection first penetrates her, etc. Apparently that guy and his friend thought they could have a lot of fun taunting the cuckolded husband. Pictures of her from just a few years later below (taken by a professional photographer, who also cucked me):
When we'd only been together six months or so (I was 23 and she was 20) we were separated for work for a few months and would usually have phone sex every night. One night I asked what her favorite sexual experience was. I had only watched basic vanilla porn at that point and was totally unfamiliar with the concept of cuckolding so I was pretty shocked by her answer and even more shocked at how hard it made my dick.Bmmorse said:
She told me that in high school she skipped class with her older sisters boyfriend and two of his friends to go park in a secluded spot in the woods and smoke a joint. After the joint her sisters boyfriend (who was in the drivers seat) unzipped his pants and took out his cock and she (in the front passenger seat) leaned over, with her knees in her seat and ass in the air and started to suck him off. A few moments later she heard her door open behind her and felt one of his friends hike up her skirt and start working his cock into her pussy. This was followed by all three taking turns on her mouth and cunt , ending with her swallowing all their loads.
I was shocked and pretty angry at first but considering I was now jacking off three or four times a day thinking about it, I couldn't stay mad. Flash forward a few months and we'd been up drinking and partying with another couple we knew that lived downstairs from our apartment. The female half of the couple went home to pass out, and me, her husband and my wife continued partying. I don't remember how it started but my wife started performing a striptease for me to the music, and before long was completely nude and giving me a lap dance. My buddy was sitting on the other end of the couch trying real hard to pretend my wife wasn't completely naked and everything was normal. I kind of made a nodding motion towards him to my wife and she understood right away. She moved down the couch and grinded on him for a minute before lowering herself to her knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper.
As luck would have it, he had one of the largest cocks I've ever seen, easily twice the size of mine, and he was already fully hard when she pulled it out and started sucking it. They moved to the bedroom soon after and fucked for a good two or three hours after that. He even fucked her ass, which even I hadn't done yet at that point.
Anyways that was the start, at least as far as I knew. She admitted years later that she'd fucked several guys behind my back before we were open, and had even given head to my old supervisor several times in his car.
That was a great story, and She looks great in those photos… no wonder the photographer had to get some.Regn said:I believe the first time I got cuckolded, just two years into our marriage, was when my ex had been in a local theater production with a somewhat older guy who we had met when we first moved to that city. There were long nights of rehearsal, but I assume with others around. After the production he told her he was splitting with his wife and asked if he could stay at our place until he found somewhere to live. When I returned from work after his first night with us, he was gone. But my ex told me rather excitedly how he came into the kitchen from the shower that morning with only a towel around him (I had already left for work), called to her, and when she turned around dropped his towel to display a large, horizontally erect cock. Her description made it clear that she was very impressed and excited by his offer. She claimed that nothing happened, but if that were true she could have not even mentioned his invitation, and I would have been none the wiser. She did have a habit, throughout our marriage, of tossing me hints about the cuckoldings I was getting, so I would always have a nagging sense that I was being humiliated. If I took the hints too seriously, she would claim she was just joking.
The clincher here is that although I never saw the guy again, his best friend was in my working group. After the above events, over after-work beers, he started quizzing me about what my ex looked like in bed, and how she responded to getting fucked. Although he had never met her, or even seen her, he got all the details exact: the shape of her bush, the color and projection of her labia, her facial expression when an erection first penetrates her, etc. Apparently that guy and his friend thought they could have a lot of fun taunting the cuckolded husband. Pictures of her from just a few years later below (taken by a professional photographer, who also cucked me):
Will you tell us the photographer story?
It is a bit off topic: I had already become a cuckold several times over by this point, but I am happy to recount the photographer's cuckolding of me:Bmmorse said:
We had traveled to visit her parents. Unknown to me she had gotten in contact with that neighbor with whom she had cuckolded her first boyfriend in the brief fling before leaving town. One’s wife getting in contact with a former boyfriend should have been a red flag, but again I chose to ignore it. She arranged an evening together with him and his wife. When they arrived she wasn’t ready, but after some minutes came into the room in full makeup and perfume, wearing the tiniest and tightest shorts and a halter top, ran up to him and pressed herself fully against him in a hug. We spent the evening playing cards, talking and drinking. I learned then he had a keen interest in photography, an important point as you will see. Days later she came in from shopping and handed me a pile of photographs, which I have attached here. She told me that she had gone to a photographic studio to have a portrait done for her parents. As I went through them she made various explanations as to how these increasingly graphic shots came about, and what the photographer was saying. I kept my observations to myself; I guess I was too intimidated to respond to what I was seeing. The first shot of her does look like a typical formal portrait, although I noticed from the several of them that her blouse was buttoned below her breasts, and she was not wearing a bra, a little odd for a portrait for one’s parents.
The next photo indicates that she changed her blouse at that point to a vest she had found a few years before in a town abroad known for its traditional lace makers. When she had tried it on in the shop, the proprietor was falling all over himself to get a good view, since its openwork made it entirely see-through. That it covered nothing meant that she had never had occasion to wear it before. So it seemed very odd to me that she brought it along for a formal portrait for her parents. The photographer also took note, and pointed out to her that he could see her nipples through it. She said he told her that he had some makeup he could put on her that would mask the effect. It was not clear to me whether he was referring to the nipples or the tan lines around her breasts, but in effect he seemed to be proposing to feel up my wife’s breasts. Her account didn’t clarify whether she at that point allowed him to or not.
She said that after the shots in the see-through vest, while she was changing again, the photographer came over to the changing room and asked if she would like to do some nude shots. She agreed and took off her clothes. From this point on, she let me know, the photographer was sporting a large hard-on, another red flag given her history of being attracted by erect cocks. She explained her willingness to get nude because he proposed to do “art photos.” She had been an art major in college where she had told me the students would pose for each other to save on model fees. So in agreeing to do art photos I guess she expected me to understand that this photographer was really interested in the elevated world of art. Of course I don’t know how he could have known of her art background, one of a series of inconsistencies in her account of that afternoon. But the artistic perspective would allow me to overlook that after a few shots of her nude from the waist up, the photographer was getting increasingly close to her, and taking close range shots of parts of her body, presumably artistically.
After the first shots of her nude from the waist up, they became increasingly graphic, and now excluded her face. He first photographed her from behind, standing, and in a ballet pose. And then did a frontal shot of her torso. I noticed that the point of focus was one of her breasts, viewed in profile, and in the next she was now seated on the floor, and the point of focus was the other breast. But now there were some changes that made me uneasy. The breasts were swollen, and the nipples and areolas tightly erect. Her hair was pushed back off her chest, and I observed that the necklaces she was wearing were now gone. The only way I could fathom that her breasts would go from relaxed to fully aroused so quickly was if the photographer took this opportunity to fondle them. I imagine he told her the necklaces should come off, and since she was seated he could help her from behind, and then pull her hair back off her chest for the next shot. The evidence of his fondling her seemed pretty clear, but I didn’t question her about it, and she let it pass without comment.
When I got to the shot where he is standing over her photographing her nude torso, she was now prone, leaning back on her elbows. He seemed interested in the tan lines around her bush and breasts. She told me that from this point on he kept telling her that he really like her bush and wanted to lick it. It seemed consistent with his having fondled her breasts, but I was too intent to inquire why a photographer would make such an offer, even if he might well be thinking it, and why she was comfortable with letting the situation continue to develop.
In the next shot she must be fully prone, with one leg slightly raised and spread open, ******** her pussy. The photographer must have been on the floor next to her and focused the camera directly on her pussy. With her one leg spread open, one can see her labia and I think a slight glisten as if they had become damp. She pointed out to me here with some pride that she was laid out with her bush “all trimmed down.” True enough, it had been trimmed short, but I guess she felt she needed to draw my attention to this obvious fact in order to avoid the awkward question of why she had prepared herself in this way. The previous summer was the one she had shaved her pussy, but she was not in the habit of trimming her bush short, as it was here. And she failed to notice that having trimmed her bush before the photo session was hardly consistent with her story that the whole thing was a spontaneous agreement to do nude “art photos.”
The photographer then positioned himself between her legs taking a straight-on view into her pussy. Her head is turned to one side, and one leg drawn up to block the view of her face. This position was the last shot, but she told me that after it he then “kept getting closer and closer and closer.” Her description is interesting. I doubt he could have moved any closer and still been able to keep her pussy in focus. But since he took no more photos, that wasn’t his goal anyway. With her head turned and the camera blocked from her view by her bent leg, she could not have seen that he was moving closer to her pussy, so her knowing this can only result from what happened next. Her account of the photoshoot just stopped at this point, and she said she got up and got dressed, without detailing what took place. I think that her telling me that he kept getting closer after he finished photographing was taunting me again, since his continual closing in would quickly result in his mouth being pressed against her labia, and he could fulfill his expressed desire to lick her pussy.
It does seem to me from the inconsistencies of her account, the graphic visuals and her own descriptions of his coming on to her that the result here was that I got cucked again. What does strike me as odd is that a professional photographer would take the chance of being so overt in telling a client that he wanted to lick her bush. On her side, she posed in a see-through lace vest, trimmed her bush before the session, and noticed his erection during it, which suggests that she was also hoping for a sexual culmination. While the setting and the quality of the photos are consistent with a professional, it occurs to me that the photographer may have been that former boyfriend, since after all she did contact him before we arrived in town, so there was some reason she wanted to see him. He had been her lover before, so having her again may have been simply expected on both their sides. Of course the results for my having been made a cuckold again are the same whoever the photographer was that got to bone her.
