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In nearly every relationship I’ve had for the past 37 years, from my first girlfriend to my current, they’ve had sex with other men, often with my encouragement. I’ve told very few people about this and the small handful who know anything, know only the smallest sliver. A few years ago I started reading true stories from Reddit groups which focus on hotwives, cheaters, cuckolds, etc. After becoming a bit obsessed with the stories, I decided to distribute a few of my own. I found myself excited telling the stories and hearing back from others with similar experiences. I’ve decided to write about the more memorable experiences, starting from the beginning, right up to today. I imagine it’ll take months to complete the series but I plan on staying at it until it’s complete.

I’ll begin here, with the first girl I had sex with, who was my first “official” girlfriend and the girl to whom I lost my virginity. Her name is Chrissy and she was well-developed for her age. A bit tall, super tight body with big tits and a face and ass which made you want to take her on the spot. She all the time dressed in a way that showed off her goods. In college, she made it very obvious that she liked me and of course I took the bait.

The first time I hung out with her was at her mother’s house while her mother was out shopping for a few hours. I was at her place no more than 15 minutes and she was already naked with her tongue down my throat. She was far from shy. We had sex several times, bareback, all over the house. First on her bed, where I finished way too quickly, taken by how silky and marvelous it felt. Next on her mother’s sofa where I held out for several minutes before finishing on her again. Finally, after her mother got home, on the washing machine in the basement, where I held out for a good 10 minutes before cumming all over the god damn place. My ego pushes me to tell you that I quickly gained control of myself in that regard and started having sex for very long periods in my teenage years and am still capable of the same. Enough about me, back to Chrissy.

After our first “date” at her place, we started meeting every few days and having non-stop sex, sometimes at friend’s places. One time several of my friends sat on a sofa waiting for me while I throttled her in one of her girlfriend’s bedroom. 2 minutes after I came, I walked out of the room still sweating and headed straight out the door with my friends. A gentleman, I wasn’t.

A few weeks into dating her, I started hearing about her slutty reputation from numerous people. At that age, I wasn’t quite sure how to process it and was so horned up, it hardly mattered. A month later, a trendy heavy metal band played a local venue. I couldn’t go but she did. The next day, several of my friends told me Chrissy had sex in the bathroom of the venue with a friend of mine named Steve. To Steve’s credit, he humbly admitted it and suggested she might not be the best girl to date. I was angry with her but some part of my mind was oddly turned on. I broke up with her because at that age, not looking foolish to your peers is of the utmost importance.

This experience was the first time I’d felt excited about a girlfriend having sex with someone else. At the time, confusion and reputation preservation were the predominant thoughts but in the mix was a flash of excitement. A year later I met my first long-term girl friend, Gina. We stayed with each other for more than a decade and during that time, my fetish for promiscuous girls fully blossomed. My next series of stories will focus on that little man-pleaser. More soon…

NSFW: yes

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