Her Cuckolding Experience Ch. 01

I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. He had told me that it was okay, but every time I left and met up with another guy, or someone I had already been with several times before, I couldn't help but wonder what he thought of me. Was this really okay? My mind told me it wasn't... that I shouldn't be treating my own husband like this. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but think about their big cocks, something he could never give me. I loved when I moaned and writhed underneath them, not able to think anything coherent other than how much more I needed. Harder, faster, everything they could give me that he couldn't. That he was never able to.

But... how could I think that way? How could my body betray me like this? I love him, I still do after all this time, but I was developing relationships with these guys, and I was starting to love them, too. How could I ever admit that to them?

I was heading to his house now, and I bit my lip the whole time. I was already getting wet from thinking about what he had promised to do to me, and that was all I could think about. The closer I went, the less I could think about my husband. I loved the way they looked at me as well. When I first tell them about the arrangement, they're always a bit shocked. But I can see them stare at my round ass and big tits, and know that they were already imagining how tight I would be underneath them. It made me so horny just thinking about it.

He opened the door, staring at me, his eyes roaming my body all the way from my tits to my toes. "I've been waiting for you." Was all he said. His lust and energy was already radiating from him, and I could understand his impatience. I couldn't wait, either.

He put his hand around mine, his thick masculine fingers wrapping around me. He led me up the stairs to his bedroom, where I've been a few times before. I let him lead me up, I was completely silent, letting him do what he wanted with me.

I sat on the bed as we entered, and he stared at me still. "Take off your clothes." He said, and I complied. I lifted my black dress over my head, revealing my matching bra and panties, which I had never even shown my husband. I had secretly reserved it for the men I was dating. He stared lustfully at my ensemble, and slipped his shirt off himself. He approached me in a few quick steps, and placed his mouth on mine with desperation. My body responded to him immediately, and I moaned into his mouth as he placed his body on top of mine. I could smell him, a thick sandalwood and earthy scent that I was sure I was obsessed with. He was hot, even warmer than usual, and I was completely enwrapped by him.

I let him explore my mouth like he always did, his mouth opening mine wider and wider in a silent command, his tongue entering my mouth as mine twirled around his. It was nothing close to how my husband treated me. I could already feel his hard dick against my thigh. I loved how horny he got for me, and I wanted to see it. To smell it. To touch it. Ah, I was such a slut, and I've accepted this over the years.

I was falling in love with this man, and I felt like I would let him do anything he wanted to me. I would comply no matter what he asked for. I wasn't sure if that was just my cunt speaking, or if I actually cared for him in that way. The fact was, I was obsessed with his dick, and that lust translated to an overwhelming feeling of love, of devotion.

It was like he could read my mind. He stared down at me and our eyes met. His was even more intense than usual, darker than usual. He sucked on my neck, hard, making sure to leave a mark so people would know who I really belonged to. I loved that. I moaned underneath him, moving from side to side as my body lost control of itself. He lifted my arms up to hold me in place, telling me who was really the boss here. I complied, letting him suck my body down my neck onto my tits. He released one wrist to move my bra aside, and he stared down at it hungrily as he moved to suck on them, his tongue and teeth scraping against them eagerly.

I didn't want to wait anymore. He seemed like he was in a teasing mood, and I didn't want to be teased today. I wanted to be fucked. Hard and raw, until I couldn't remember my name anymore and he was the only thing that mattered. I stared up at him and said, "please just do it. Enough with the teasing."

He groaned, and looked up from my tits, his eyes expressing how hungry he really was. "My eager little slut can't be patient today, can she?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No, I need you inside of me."

"What happened to the girl who loved her husband, huh?" He chuckled, his deep voice vibrating against my body.

"Ah, don't tease me about that. You know I just want your dick. Please!" I demanded.

He tsked, but let go of my wrists and pulled my panties down. He placed a finger against my cunt, and groaned. "Look how fucking wet you are." He stuck his finger into my mouth and made me suck and taste my own wetness. I moaned against his finger, loving how he was treating me.

"Okay." He said finally. "Since you're so fucking desperate for my dick." He pulled his shorts down, and his giant thick dick sprang out. I had already seen it a few times, but I was still shocked when it came out. It was nothing compared to my husband's. Nothing.

"Do it!" I cried out. He complied, and aligned himself against me as he entered me, hard. I screamed against the bed. It was more pleasure than I've ever felt. It was hard taking his dick at first, it felt like it was ripping me apart. Now that we had done this a few times, my cunt had already adjusted to the size of his dick, nothing would ever compare to it anymore. And so this time... all I felt was pure pleasure. He knew this as well, and he was relentless against my cunt. He fucked me hard, over and over as I moaned and writhed underneath him. All I could do was scream his name. Again, and again, and again.

He did what I wanted him to do desperately. I couldn't remember anything but him. About how much I wanted him. How much I loved him. He slammed me so hard the bed creaked like it was going to fall apart, but neither of us cared. I squirted against him uncontrollably, my cum soaking up the bed completely. He gritted his teeth, and groaned out loud as the wetness made him move even faster.

It was impossible for us to last any longer. I started to milk him, hard, and I screamed with every stroke. He got harder and larger, and fucked me with all his might. Soon, I could feel him tighten his muscles above me, and he came inside of me, raw and without any restraint. This made me lose control as well, and I came immediately, my cunt pulsing around him as I cried out. He knew he had made me cum with his dick, and he popped out of me, grinning from ear to ear.

He breathed heavily next to me as I settled down, my body beyond sore. "You're such a fucking slut." He said. "I'm sure your husband doesn't even do anything close to that."

"He doesn't." I admitted. I leaned on top of him, resting my head on his chest. "Which is why I need grown ass men like you." I purred.

He dug his fingers into my hair in an aggressive gesture, then let go, letting me get my rest.