Confessions of a Cuckold

Her hips began to move in a way that told me her pussy longed to be fucked but instead she pushed my head down to her pussy, "Oh sweetheart eat it please. I really need it. Would you please lick my pussy baby?"

My head was spinning. I was feeling a sort of sexual intoxication that overwhelmed me. I slipped my tongue into her pussy and eagerly began licking her. Several thoughts were racing through my head. I was thinking how nice it will be when I put my dick in her, and I was thinking how I wish she were my wife.

And... Thats when it hit me. I was eating her pussy right after her having sex with another man. Not just any man, but a man with a dick twice the size of mine. I could smell the mixture of his cum mixed with her juices.

Lisa was holding my head against her pussy and thrusting her hips wildly, "Oh God I'm cumming," she shouted.

I got past my initial hesitation and concentrated on giving her pleasure. I knew I was eating a cum filled pussy but right at that moment I didn't really care. Lisa screamed as her next orgasm slammed into her. Her whole body was rocked by the sensations she felt.

After a minutes she began to calm down but I kept licking her pussy for a little longer just to bring her down easy and prolong her pleasure.

She pulled my head up to her's and kissed me deeply. I took the opportunity to slide my dick into her pussy. It was pretty easy to tell that her earlier lover was well endowed. I slid my dick into her with little resistance. I didn't care who had her earlier, at that moment all I cared about was that it was my turn and my dick was in her. It felt so good that I could hardly contain myself.

"Yes," she hissed, "Yes fuck me. You've earned it lover. God you are such a great pussy eater," she exclaimed.

She smiled as she watched me pump my dick in and out of her. It didn't take long for me to cum in her.

"So now how do you feel about being a cuckold?"

The truth is that I was still pretty confused and I needed time to process all of this.

My job got very busy and I had to go out of town for two weeks. I didn't have any time to think about all that had happened with Lisa until my cell phone rang one night.

"Hello lover, how have you been? I haven't heard from you and I was starting to wonder."

"Sorry, work has been very busy lately. I'm in Tampa right now."

"Darn, I've missed you and I was hoping we could get together tonight."

"I wish we could. I've missed you too."

"I was on a date tonight," she said.

I felt that familiar sensation in my gut. It was a mixture of jealousy and excitement.

"Would you like to hear about it?" she asked.

I leaned back in my hotel chair and said yes. As she described her encounter with her newest lover. I soon had my dick out and was slowly stoking it. In less than three minutes I shot my load all over the place.

"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" she whispered into the phone.

"Yes," I replied. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I guess its true. I'm a cuckold," I said to her.

"You're not just a cuckold, you're a very good cuckold," she said sweetly.

After she hung up I poured myself a drink and reflected on my experiences with Lisa and what kind of cuckold relationship I really wanted. I started a mental list in my head of the type of relationship I was looking for.

To me Lisa was perfect. She was very loving and affectionate and she treated me with respect. Every time she mentioned her husband it was obvious that she loved and cared for him very much.

I decided that I needed a woman like Lisa. I needed a woman who would would love me deeply and who would enjoy giving me the things I needed without feeling the need to be bitchy or humiliating like the cuckold wives I saw on the Internet.

Lisa had that unique talent where she could talk you into eating her pussy that was filled with another man's cum, and then make you feel loved and appreciated afterward.

Lisa and I continued our relationship for a little over a year until I met Laura.

I met her at a friends barbecue. She was a slender blonde with a very nice pair of 36D's. I later found out they were implants but they were still really nice.

I recognized immediately that she had a lot of potential. She dressed like she wanted every man to notice her and she kept her body in excellent shape. Three hours later we were in my car and she was giving me a very skillful blow job.

I had no doubt that her skills were developed through a lot of practice.

Laura and I began dating and we spent much of the time in bed. She loved it when I ate her pussy and when she got close to orgasm she would grab the back of my head and mash my mouth hard against her pussy. I would keep sucking her clit and swallowing her juices throughout her climax.

One hot afternoon we were alone at my place and decided that it was time to explore Laura's sexual past. I made us some margaritas and after we each drank a couple of them I brought out some shot glasses and poured us each a shot of tequila. Laura emptied her glass then looked at me with a mischievous grin. "Whip it out," she said, grinning.

I pulled my cock out and she pushed the empty shot glass over the head of it and wetted it with the remainder of the tequila in the glass. After this she pulled the shot glass off then bent down and sucked my cock.

Nothing else mattered at that moment. My cock sprang to attention instantly and she sucked it with the skill of an expert.

An hour later we were laying on my living room floor catching our breath after having some amazing sex. I decided then to ask her about her sexual past, "how did you get so good at this," I asked her playfully.

"I don't know, it just comes naturally I guess."

"Well that didn't tell me anything," I thought to myself. "Ok, tell me this, what's the most amount of times you've had sex in a twenty four hour period?"

"What?" she exclaimed.

I felt that I should tread a little more lightly, "you know, what's your record for most times."

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I don't know, I never counted. Why are you asking this?"

I was starting to become discouraged but I tried to re-frame my questions in a way that didn't sound like an interrogation, "I'm just trying to see how much stamina you have. So what's your best?" I asked while handing her another shot of tequila.

She gulped it down then handed me the shot glass. "I have to pee," she said as she got to her feet and walked to the downstairs bathroom. I made a fresh pitcher of Margaritas for us and had poured one for each of us by the time she returned.

I reached out with a glass for her but she just stood there with an accusing look on her face, "why are you asking me about this. What have you heard?"

"I haven't heard anything at all, but now it sounds like there's something I should know. Is there something you want to tell me?"

Ok, I knew I was pushing a little too hard but the hint that there was some possible promiscuity in her past was just too tantalizing to let slip by.

Laura took the glass that I offered her and drank it down in one gulp, then turned and walked back into the living room and sat on the couch. She took the bottle of tequila gulped down a couple of thick slugs.

I sat down next to her and sipped my Margarita as we both sat there in silence. After a long wait where neither of us said a word she suddenly turned to me and said, "eleven." I noticed her head wobble a bit as she spoke. The tequila had taken effect and she was pretty drunk.

"That's what you wanted to know, isn't it?" She flopped back onto the sofa, her head clearly spinning from the drink. "It was eleven," she said with a slight giggle. "I think," she quickly added, "but I didn't really count."

"Wow that must have been quite an experience. Did you enjoy it?" I asked cautiously.

She got a silly grin on her face and shook her head yes, "they were pretty good," she said.

I knew that she had just revealed an unintentional detail to me, "tell me about them."

She put her finger up to her lips as if to tell me to be quiet, "it was a long time ago. Five years. They all wanted me so I let them fuck me. I gave them what they wanted. Eleven of them. I think some of them went more than once. I was pretty drunk so I didn't keep track."

My cock grew rock hard at hearing this confession. I kissed her cheek, "you naughty girl," I said teasingly.

She grinned, "I like being naughty." I reached down between her legs and slid a finger into her pussy, "I like naughty girls," I whispered into her ear.

She closed her eyes and moaned, "I can't help it. I like to fuck. My pussy gets lonely," she moaned.

"What's the biggest cock you ever had?"

"I can't. My father would kill me if he found out."

"I won't tell."

She looked at me with surprise, "you won't? Promise?"

"I promise."

She spread her legs wider, "put it in me. Put it in me please."

I slid down to the floor and positioned myself in between her legs with my hard cock pointing directly at her opening. She slid herself down to the edge of the couch, pushing her pussy against the head of my cock. I slid it easily into her wetness. Laura let out a soft moan and said, "welcome home baby," she said in a very sexy voice.

I watched the look on her face as I slid my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. The expression on her face was one of total bliss.

Laura opened her eyes and smiled, "you really want me to tell you?"

"Yes, I would love to hear about it."

"Ok, well it was a few years ago. I was at a party at my girlfriends house and I met him."

"Met who?"

"Him! Oh my God him! Mister big." She licked her lips seductively. "He had the biggest cock I ever saw."

"So how did you come to find this out?"

"I was dancing with him and I felt it pushing against me. He wasn't even hard but he was bigger than most men when they're hard." She paused a moment, "we slipped out to the side of the house and started kissing. I felt it getting bigger so I reached down to feel it and it was fucking huge. He undid his pants and let it out. I knew he wanted me to suck it, but oh my God, I just couldn't stop staring at the damn thing. He pushed me down on my knees and I started licking and kissing it and eventually I got the head of it in my mouth."

I was getting very excited from hearing her story. Laura noticed this and giggled, "you're enjoying this, you pervert."

"Sure I am. Why shouldn't I? And yes, I guess I am a bit of a pervert."

Her face suddenly grew serious, "you're really not mad or jealous?"

"No, why should I be?"

"Most men would."

"I guess I'm not like most men. I like that you enjoy sex so much and I like that you've had a lot of fun with it in your past. I'd really love to hear more about your experiences."

Laura grinned wickedly, "are you sure?" she teased.

"Oh yes baby, I want to hear about all of it."

"Ok," she said. She reached down and began rubbing her clit with one finger. I continued pumping my cock in and out of her pussy at a relaxed pace.

She tilted her head back and looked up to the ceiling, "Mister fucking big." She said as if it were an announcement. "I sucked on the head of it but that was all I could get into my mouth so we snuck into an RV that was parked in the driveway to do the deed. He took his time working it into me. I was really surprised how my pussy opened up to let it in. It was an amazing feeling. I had the first orgasm before he even had it half way in, and I had a lot more after that.

I remember how good it felt when he started to cum in me. He really filled me up and the throbbing of his big fat cock made me cum again."

"He wasn't wearing a condom?" I asked.

"I doubt that they even make condoms that big."

"So why don't you want your father to know about him?"

She looked at me incredulously, "sweetheart, because he was black. If my father ever knew how many black men I've dated he would disown me. And I can't imagine how he would react if he knew I let mr big cock blow his load in me."

I looked at Laura and imagined what her pussy must have looked like after mr big cock was done with her. I imagined how it looked with his cum dripping out of her stretched out hole.

It was at that moment that my cock began to spasm and shoot my seed into her.

"Wow!" She said, "you really liked that."

I smiled at her and felt like I was blushing, "I told you I would. So what ever happened to Mr big?"

She sighed, "I saw him a couple of times after that but I didn't want it to be a regular thing."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Sweetheart do you like how tight my pussy is? Well it wouldn't be like this if I had decided to fuck him all the time." She giggled, "a girl can only take so much stretching before it becomes permanent."

I bent down and kissed her belly softly then laid my head on it. I placed my hands on her hips and rested there. I was very intoxicated by her sexuality. This was the woman I wanted, I thought. This was the woman I needed. I wanted to surrender to her at that very moment.

"How many?" I asked.

Laura giggled, "How many what?" she asked.

"How many men have fucked you?" I said in almost a whisper.

Laura put her hand on my head and stroked my hair softly, "I don't know the exact number baby."

I felt my body tremble, "please, tell me. I really want to hear it," I said to her.

Laura thought for a couple of moments, "um, I think around fifteen or so."

"Tell me," I insisted.

"Ok, maybe twenty."

"That's all?"

"How many did you want it to be."

"As many as there really were. I only want the truth," I replied.

Laura took a deep breath, "ok, it was more than twenty but less than thirty, but I really can't remember the exact number."

I lifted my head up and smiled at her, "you really like variety, don't you?"

"Sure, I like a little variety now and then," she admitted.

"What would you say if I told you that It was ok with me if you have a little variety sometimes?"

I saw a smile grow across her face and I felt her pussy press up against me, "what exactly do you mean?" I felt her body tremble.

"What I mean is, what if I told you it was ok for you to occasionally fuck other men? What if I said I would sometimes like to watch you do it."

She bit her lip and let out a little squeak, "um, you would really want me to do that?"

"Yes, but I would want you to come straight back to me and tell me all about it. Sort of like sharing the experience with me, oh and you couldn't neglect me either. I would still want sex with you as often as I could. Would you enjoy a relationship like that?"

Laura pulled my head down next to hers. She held me tightly and whispered into my ear, "for you baby, anything."

To be continued...