I am nervously making my first-time post about myself, my wife and my situation.

I’m not sure how well this will be accepted by the group and readers. It is not
extremely kinky; it is just plain my wife loves to fool around and I get turned
on knowing some other man is getting to use her.

I got interested in sharing this topic a year ago when I responded to a post in
a stories newsgroup over Christmas holiday last year (1999). The fellow posting
had an e-mail handle of “Sloppy Seconds”. He was older (early 50’s), but over
the years had experienced various sexy cuckold situations with his wife, and
other girlfriends who he convinced to let other men use them. He was really to
busy to do much after the holidays, so our correspondence ended, bBut my
interest in hearing about the “true” exploits of others who are really into this
was piqued. I don’t mean by this that I mind “stories” on the subject, because
I read every one I come across (and even cum across some I’ve read!), but what I
mean is the arousal level is considerably higher for me when it is actually
happening to someone.

I’m gonna only write kind of a prelude here; begin where it began. This one
is sort of boring, but it will get better. I will base any decision on posting
more about my experiences (actually my wife’s) on whether I feel there are
enough positive reactions to warrant the effort. If it looks like people aren’t
interested, or even react negatively, then no sense spending a lot of time now.
Also, perhaps it will inspire some of the lurkers and others in the group to
take more time and write more details of their own experiences. While the
correspondence on the lifestlye, questions, etc. are interesting and certainly
informative to people curious about all the possibilities of cuckolding, I
actually think I enjoy most the longer postings of experiences and/or some of
the better written stories on here.

I am babbling too much. (It’s the adrenaline talking). Let me start.

I’m 38 and my wife Linda is 10 years younger. I met and married her 8 years
ago, when she was only 20… practically a youngster. She’s a really beautiful
girl; well woman now, to be politically correct, though she was in my mind a
“girl” when I met her.

My experiences are probably not as hot as many of yours, at least the ones I’ve
seen here so far. Though my wife fools around (and she fools around ALOT!!),
until just a short time ago she didn’t know that I knew about it. We have
never explicitly’ confronted each other with the situation, even though we both
kind of “know” the other knows, and this is part of the cuckolding “game”.

The other aspect of this is that it is not the ordinary “I have always loved
stories about my wife with other men, so I encouraged her to do it”. My wife
initiated all of her extracurricular activities on her own, and does them on the
side quite regularly. I did NOT have to do any encouraging. After I found out
about my wife’s true “needs” (the need to be fucked to oblivion by a stud
mare… oops, I guess it’s “bull” in the lingo here), I guess becuase of of some
perverted interests of my own, I never confronted her to stop.

I have not regretted it. The feelings I get from her activities are the most
intense a man can enjoy.

I have gotten to listen and even watch Linda in action on occasion (unknown to
her); not as often as I’d like. But, I get to partake of and enjoy the evidence
of her encounters regularly, if you know what I mean. I think she knows that I
know, though we have not totally confronted each other with it, and early on we
developed certain rituals in our sexual habits. In fact, I don’t want to
confront her… because what is happening is quite stimulating, and I’m afraid
what is a great thing might suddenly disappear when held up to the light.

OK, I’m still beating around the bush. I better begin!!

I met Linda at work. I was working my way up the chain in Engineering and she
had gotten a job as a Senior Administrator to the VP of Sales and Marketing;
probably as much for her looks as for her other skills. She is very proficient
on the computer, wordprocessing, databases, etc… quite a whiz, so he didn’t
hire her “just” for her looks, but I’m pretty sure that’s one reason she got the
job. She had come straight out junior school into the world of company and
products and marketing.

I have a Master’s degree in Electrical Engineering, and was earning very good
money as an Engineer, actually by the time I met her (age 25) a Product
Development leader. I’m the techy type. You know… I could sit at home all
evening on my PC playing, programming and in my own little world. Ok, yeah,
also a few self-sufficient hobbies that keep me occupied; looking at porno and
stuff (one reason I stayed single for so long). I’d been quite happy before I
met her.

I’ll describe Linda to you. She’s blonde, tall — about 5’8″, 125 or so, with
nicely formed 36C sized breasts. Her whole family is tall. Her dad is 6’2, and
her two younger brothers both over 6′. They’re 2 and 4 years younger
respectively.

She looks like a “down home” girl… innocent, sweet, but beautiful.

I’m only 5’9″, so with short heels she stands as tall as I do. Linda is
definitely not what I’d call a “skinny” woman, but certainly not fat either.
She is proportioned nicely from swimming in her high college days. She’s much
more squeezable than muscular, though. She is very outgoing and flirtatious,
and that is what drew me to her as I am quite the opposite. I guess our
chemistry was just right. She needed a sort of stable stay-at-home type of guy
that made a very decent living (Engineers, particularly those on a management
track like I was, make quite a good salary these days!!). She was actually the
one who asked ME out, in her flirty way, or I probably wouldn’t have had nerve
to approach her. I know from the first time we dated that she was surveying
potential targets for marriage.

When we started dating, we’d go out for a nice dinner and afterwards she’d want
me to take her to a dance club. I’m not much of a dancer, but Linda seems to
really liven up and enjoy herself, so I went along with it. It started quickly,
probably only the third time we’d been going out, one night at a club. We were
just sitting there watching everybody. Linda was moving her head to the music
and strumming on the table with her fingers. Noticing she wasn’t dancing, a
number of guys came over to ask her to dance. After a bit, she asked me if I
minded, and I said of course not, because it took the attention off of me. She
danced with the next guy who came over.

Linda was really a great mover on the dance floor. She’s not like the ordinary
girl that stares at the ceiling or into space when she’s dancing, she likes to
really work with her dance partner. She stares them in the eyes, and moves
sexily, flirting, turning, wiggling. God she is hot! With her height she was
phenomenal to watch. It looked to me that Linda actually got turned on when she
was dancing, if you know what I mean; the look in her eyes, the way she
moved…. close to her partner, almost too close. I swear, if I wasn’t there,
the way she was looking at some of these guys, she’d have gladly gone home with
them and let them become familiar with more of her.

During one erotic dance, I noticed that Linda turned away from her partner, and
he came up behind her placing his hands on her hips, and he “humped” against her
pretty ass right there on the dance floor!! The first time I saw that, my heart
started beating madly and my adrenaline started going! That and some other
hormones!! She didn’t seem to mind, either from the looks in her eyes.

When we went home she told me what a ball she had, and how I really had to learn
to dance someday. I told her no, I didn’t ever think dancing would be in my
b***d, but that I still loved the atmosphere and I was really glad she enjoyed
enjoyed herself.

I drove to a secluded area and parked, and we started making out. I could tell
that Linda was horny, because she practically kissed my face off. Well, it
didn’t take much and she was almost attacking me… her hand opening my belt and
zipper and going inside my shorts. Then she took my hand and put it under her
skirt. I was not totally inexperienced, though it had been a long time and not
very often. My fingers were soon in her pussy which I found to be soaked! She
was very worked up!! The guys and the dancing must have done it to her. We
masturbated each other while we made out.

That first time it didn’t take long until I was cumming on her hand and her on
mine, and we didn’t do much else.

We parked at her apartment. Before she got out of the car I took her in my arms
and kissed her again. She was still kissing me like she a kitten in heat, so I
put my hand under her skirt, and she was soon leaning back in the seat thrusting
her hips on my hand and cumming again. God what a hot woman this was!!

OK, I see I can’t make a long story short. It’s getting longer and longer as I
embellish this

We continued dating. Though we went to concerts and movies, Linda mostly liked
the dance clubs, and never failed to connect with some hot looking guy and then
dance half the night looking as though she wanted to go to bed with him.

I reaped the rewards afterwards. My extremely overheated girl freely let me pet
her and soon advanced to sucking my cock like she’d been doing it all her life.
Her pussy and clit were at all times hot and hypersensitive after our dates, and she
loved to be petted and to cum for me. We didn’t have intercourse, however,
because she said that technically she wanted to save herself. I’m not sure I
believed her because she was too good with her mouth on my cock, but I really
loved her and her personality and her looks and everything, so I accepted it.

As I became more attuned to Linda’s habits and observant of her actions, I found
that she became the hottest with me, not after we’d been on a ordinary date to a
movie or something, but after a night at a club… after she’d been dancing with
guys, particularly with one who was fairly tall and well built… MUCH taller
than me. If she was with a guy who was 6′ or so, handsome, athletic, and
suntanned looking — the “macho” type — she would dance like a flirt and get
that sexy look in her eyes. With these types of guys in particular, she not only
danced close, but didn’t protest if their hands were on her, or they were
holding her closer than one would expect a girl accompanied by a date to be
held. I at all times told her that she was free to enjoy herself, and with that
permission, she never seemed to have any inhibitions. Once she started dancing,
it was almost like I wasn’t even there. I also noticed Linda’s habit, when she
found “the” guy she liked best, of doing that erotic little dance for him and
letting him rub himself against her ass.

I tried not to show any outward emotions, though inwardly I was jealous that
these guys could affect her like this. But I also got a really odd adrenaline
feeling… my heart beat hard… my stomach churned… and then I found myself
aroused to watch her get so turned on dancing with other guys like that. Really
intense double feelings, if you know what I mean. And, like I said, I at all times
got a nice reward afterwards for giving her such freedom, with how she let me
feel her up or how she’d jerk me off or suck me. It apparently aroused her too.

As a result, I decided early on not to complain about Linda’s actions.

OK, I had been dating Linda 2 months (and YES, the lounge and dancing was a
weekly event for us now, and YES, Linda was well into the habit of “sex” dancing
with some hot stud, then getting hot and taking care of me afterwards, with her
own soaked pussy needing my hand or mouth desperately).

I felt like I’d really found the girl of my dreams, so I proposed to her. I
know she could attract much handsomer guys, but she had steadily dated me and
was extremely open and loving, and never indicated at all that there was anyone
else who she would prefer to end up with. She surprised me when she fell into
my arms, kissing me, and accepted!!

Shortly after that, Linda and I went to a party at the house of a long time
friend of mine; my best friend actually, a guy named Rick. Rick has quite a
gorgeous house, with a landscaped secluded back yard, swimming pool, etc. He
is quite the “rich” bachelor. He is into investments and stocks, and drives a
BMW sports car. Rick and I have known each other since way back in high college,
and had no secrets.

I introduced him to my future wife, and I could tell she was taken with him
right away. He’s a charmer, and with her outgoing flirtatious nature the two of
them hit it off fast. While I talked with other friends, Rick got Linda a drink
and walked her around showing her his house, his sports car (which really made
her drool… hmmm.. she likes fast cars too! god), his pool and gardens, etc.
A little band he hired was playing some lively music on the patio around his
pool Some of the couples were dancing.

I could tell my wife wanted to dance, the way she was swinging to the music
while she spoke to Rick. She said something to him about really loving to
dance, and Rick asked me why I didn’t dance with her. I told him I don’t dance.

He said, “with a beautiful lady like this, you don’t dance?” and laughed.

Then he asked if he could dance with her, and I said sure.

So, Linda was drinking alot and really feeling good talking to this charming
guy. And, oh, did I forget to mention? Rick is 6′ tall, works out practically
every day, and is just the sort of hunk that Linda had seemed to enjoy being
with at the dance clubs. She liked him not just for his dancing and looks, but
all the other attributes, the charm, charisma, the car, his bachelor life, etc.

Oh, I’m a terrible story teller I see. I forgot to mention what Linda was
wearing, not that it’s crucial. But it was a warm summer day, and she had on
a very short black velvet evening dress, rather form fitting… with thin
shoulder straps and most of her chest and back visible. She also had on smoke
colored stockings (Linda loves stockings and garters, preferring them to panty
hose), and black short heels (because of me they were short). A white pearl
necklace accented the outfit, which made her look beautiful and sexy that
evening.

They started dancing, quite hot right off the bat. Linda was not intimidated by
the place or the people there. She went right at it like she did at the clubs;
no inhibitions. Even less inhibitions, I’d say, because of Rick. Just like in
the clubs, she looked at him the whole time, the sexy stares, the fuck me look
on her face. On slow numbers, she melted right into his arms. Their heights
were perfect for each other. I could see her sexily swaying her hips into him
while his hand went down her back almost to the top of her ass, and then hold
her there. Eventually they were just swaying, pressing into each other, her
arms around his neck.

Between dances Linda took breaks and came back over to me, holding hands with
Rick. She didn’t say anything. She was very flushed. She just sipped her
drink and I could tell she was just waiting for the next dance number. One fast
dance really got wild and she did that thing she did at the clubs. She faced
away from Rick and looked back at him over her shoulder. Rick positioned
himself behind her, his hands on her hips, as Linda pressed back, rubbing her
ass back and forth into his crotch. Rick put his hands on her shoulders, and
moved his crotch right back into her ass. Jeezzz, he was practically dry
fucking Linda’s ass right in front of me (he HAD to have had a hardon by now),
and Linda wasn’t flinching. She looked around at him and smiled. He smiled
back and rubbed some more. They were seeing how far the other would let this
go, each daring the other to quit first. Neither of them stopped until the song
ended.

Then a slow song started and Linda was in Rick’s arms, this time his leg between
hers and her hands were around his neck. He was leaning his head down and
whispering things to her. She blushed and nodded her head at whatever he had
said to her.

They stopped right in the middle of the song and walked over to me, holding
hands. Linda took a sip out of the drink I’d been holding for her, and then
said, “I’m going to look around the place a little more, Hun. Rick wants to show
me the rest of his bachelor mansion. I’ll be back in a little bit, OK?” She
didn’t wait for an answer. She gave me a little kiss and walked off.

Rick took her arm and they walked inside. I watched as he escorted her through
the crowd then to the stairs. Linda went up first with Rick following behind
her. He dropped back a couple steps. It was quite a sight, as Linda teasingly
swung her pretty hips as she walked up. Rick was below her, so his eyes were
just about the level of her ass, and that’s exactly where they were glued. I
saw her turn around and catch him staring at her ass and kind of laugh at him,
at which he reached up and gave her ass a playful swat that said, “You tease!!”

They looked around to see if anyone had caught any of that, and smiled at each
other with assurance that nobody had. That is, of course, except for me. I saw
the whole thing from the corner.

They were gone for about 20 minutes, maybe 25, it might have even been a half
hour, I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Finally I saw them coming back
down the stairs together.

I can read body language quite well. They weren’t laughing and teasing anymore.
Linda stumbled a little as if her legs were worn out, and Rick didn’t have the
same pep in his step either. Linda finally came back out to me on the patio…
alone, without Rick. Stepping across the patio she had a little trouble lifting
up her feet. She smiled at me and asked if I’d get her another quick drink, and
said that after that we should go because she was feeling pretty tired. I got
her a drink, and we stood together. She didn’t talk at all.

I looked her over. She was very very flushed in her face, with beads of
perspiration on her forehead, and acting quite nervous. Her hair which had been
immaculately formed earlier in the evening was now somewhat unkempt, and I
noticed from behind that where her dress clips at the top over her bare back,
the zipper was open several inches. I noticed it because I love to look at
women, their skin, trying to catch glimpses of underwear, etc. Through the
unzipped opening in Linda’s dress I could see her black bra strap; something I
normally love to see on a woman. But in this case it was odd, since Linda’s
zipper definitely was up properly earlier.

Being an intelligent Engineer, a deductive issue solver, and a student of
human nature, I got a real sinking feeling as my mind reached the only logical
conclusion about what had just happened.

Actually I’d had the feeling ever since Linda said the words, “Rick wants to
show me around the place. Stay here. I’ll be back in a little while,” with her
face all flushed and her body saying that she was turned on. Turned on the way
she usually reserved for ME after she’d been dancing at the clubs with some stud
guy … a stud guy like Rick.

The funny part is, even as he first escorted her up the stairs I got those same
feelings of arousal that I at all times got when she danced with a guy. My heart
pounded, my adrenalin surged, and I got an erection as well! I was hoping it
was just my imagination running wild, and at the same time… hoping for…
what?

Linda downed her drink and we left the party. I took off in the car, and went
to my favorite parking spot. I took Linda in my arms and started making out
with her. She was not quite in the same mood as usual. She wasn’t kissing my
face off like she usually was when she was all horny.

She said something about feeling drunk and a little tired. I kind of said,
“Awwwww…” and put her hand on my erection, which hadn’t subsided the whole
time. It was now trembling with the thoughts of things that may have
transpired.

Feeling sorry for me, she said, “OK, I’ll help you out you horny bastard, but
then it’s to home and to bed!”

She unzipped me, pulled my cock out and went down on me. With her leaning over
me, I only had access from the back. I reached over behind her, my hand on her
velvet covered ass, and rubbed it. God her ass is precious. Then I moved
lower and pulled her skirt up. While she sucked my cock, my hand went to her
stockings, moving up her leg from behind. Linda unconsciously parted her legs a
little and my hand went up in between her thighs. I felt wetness. Wetness lower
on her thighs than I should have! It couldn’t have dripped down that far in the
position she was in, it would have had to have gotten there earlier.

Moving my hand higher I found her pantied crotch. Pressing into her pussy lips
I found her panties to be EXTREMELY warm and wet. Delving inside her panties
with my fingers I finally knew… I encountered the wettest, slipperiest pussy I
had ever felt in my life. Her pussy was open and flowering, her lips engorged,
if you know what I mean. Creamy and silky feeling. An abundance of cream.

I made a opinion, “God honey; you’re sure wet tonight!!” Not saying that she
was about 50 times wetter than she had ever been.

She just mumbled “Mmmmm… I must be hornier than I thought” and continued
sucking.

I stuck two fingers inside her, into what I knew was probably a mixture of her
juices and man-cum. Linda hunched on my fingers and started cumming almost
immediately on them, mumbling “Ohhh fuck… ohh honey.. !!”.

I let go at the same time and shot the biggest load in my life right into her
sweet mouth!!!

That was it… the first time. I didn’t tell her what I knew, and she didn’t
seem to notice that I suspected anything. And she certainly never admitted
anything to me.

I think Linda was drunk then, and that probably contributed to her not being at
all aware of how soaked she was. Or that I KNEW. Knew that her erotic dancing,
her flushed looks, her disheviled hair, her unzipped dress, her creamy pussy
… they had all told me everything.

The fact that she got so turned on with Rick … so horny that she needed to “do
it” with him upstairs in the same house while I waited nearby. That she let a
guy she’d just met fuck her and cum inside her (which she hadn’t even done with
ME yet)!! The whole scene was BEYOND erotic for me!!

In our continuing relationship Linda loved me like she at all times had, treated me
great, teased me, was the same wondrous woman. As if nothing had ever happened.
Like two personalities; public for me… secret for her and whoever………..

That’s it for now. The first and hardly that last time.