How we began: An intro to SandL

[SandL]

Hi everyone! Let’s dispense with letters ? for our names. S will be Steve and I will be Leslie. We wanted to share how we got into this crazy stuff and from there share some of our experiences.

So how’d we start? Not on the right foot. I had an affair with a neighbor that I ran with in the mornings. I didn’t look for it or seek it out...but in many ways it was inevitable. I don’t share that lightly and neither am I proud of it. I hurt the person I love most in this world and I almost broke us.

(There’s a limit to words here, so I won’t go into great detail about the fight we had to make for our marriage...but feel free to ask and we’ll answer, I promise. Just be nice about it ?)

Back to me not looking for an affair:

My husband was my first and only until I strayed...but I always felt that I wanted more as far as sex goes. I love sex with my husband, but it’s more about expressing how we feel toward one another than pleasure. It’s truly making love. I do enjoy it...but I always knew I wanted more. I should also say that none of this is meant to humiliate my husband. He knows what I’m writing and that I’m just stating facts. So when I say that my husband is small, it’s not meant to be degrading...it’s just meant to be honest and open. Because of that, running with my guy filled my head with ideas about what could be. Again, I wasn’t looking for anything but the way my running partner looked in his shorts didn’t help! I’ll call him Robert. Robert is about 4” or 5” taller than my husband. He’s in great shape. He’s yummy black. And he has a respectful confidence that is through the roof! I was growing infatuated. To cut a long story short...Running, turned to innocent texting, texting turned to flirting, flirting turned to innuendo, innuendo turned to sex. Not just sex.......but SEX. He texted me one night asking if I would like to come to his house instead of running. I knew what he meant. I should have said no. I should have started the conversation with my husband about what I was beginning to understand about my needs...but instead I just texted back “ok”. I was crazy scared. Undeniably filled with guilt. But I couldn’t say no. So I went. It was the first time I had ever been “fucked”. I don’t use that word in a crude manner. It just better describes the kind of sex Robert and I have. He fucks me. We fuck. (Why do I like saying that ??) But it was more than that. Much more.

When I got into his house, we both knew what was going to happen. But Robert made sure I knew. He immediately pulled me to him and reassured me that he didn’t want to take me from my husband...that thisvwould be purely physical. He asked me if I was okay with that. I just looked up and nodded. Then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I won’t go into all the details, but what changed for me that day was life altering. I had never felt or seen such a beautiful cock. It’s long and thick and black. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Scared might be a better word! But I was so attracted to it. The weight and feel and taste was just amazing. Feeling it swell in my mouth is something I can’t really adequately describe. It’s just amazing. Oral sex with my husband is more of a means to an end...(at least it used to be)...before that day, I had never really enjoyed it. But Wowzers! I love it now. Especially with Robert! But the life changer for me was feeling him enter me. I couldn’t take him all that day...or the next...or the next...he’s easily twice as big as my husband...probably more. But I had never felt sooooo full. It was like ever fiber and nerve of my pussy was being touched all at once. It was mind blowing. Robert was gentle the first few times...but Robert being gentle is still fucking compared to sex with my husband. It was amazing. (If you have any questions please ask...just have to be brief) After that day it’s all I could think about. Truly. I was not going to stop. I couldn’t. I knew it and Robert knew it. After about 6 months of being fucked 3 or 4 times a week, the guilt was starting to kill me. I just couldn’t do it anymore because I truly loved my husband. So Ibroke it off with Robert and confessed to my husband.

That was awful. It was awful. And it was my fault. After the initial blow. We started to talk more openly. He asked why. I told him. He asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted my husband and my marriage. We went to counseling. Fought for us. And we won! But eventually we started talking about what couldn’t be ignored. For all my husband’s strengths...the kind of sex I craved wasn’t one of them. Once he understood that and that it was purely physical we started to research how we could make our marriage work. That’s when we found this lifestyle. The more we learned, the more my husband wanted me to seek out what I needed. And for him, the best candidate was the guy I had the affair with. He wasn’t emotionally attached to me. He was obviously discrete. And I obviously loved sex with him.

So after several weeks of more talking I talked to Robert and asked him if he would want to enter into that kind of relationship. He jumped at the chance! And here we are!

 

[alfred e newman8]

I understand for I was your robert to another couple. It's strange but I found out that being a big dick bull was a lot of fun. Be carful and carry on.

 

[SandL]

I understand for I was your robert to another couple. It's strange but I found out that being a big dick bull was a lot of fun. Be carful and carry on.

We will! We’re taking it all very slow now...making sure we keep “us” first.

Thanks!

 

[Hwcouple702]

Hi everyone! Let’s dispense with letters ? for our names. S will be Steve and I will be Leslie. We wanted to share how we got into this crazy stuff and from there share some of our experiences.

So how’d we start? Not on the right foot. I had an affair with a neighbor that I ran with in the mornings. I didn’t look for it or seek it out...but in many ways it was inevitable. I don’t share that lightly and neither am I proud of it. I hurt the person I love most in this world and I almost broke us.

(There’s a limit to words here, so I won’t go into great detail about the fight we had to make for our marriage...but feel free to ask and we’ll answer, I promise. Just be nice about it ?)

Back to me not looking for an affair:

My husband was my first and only until I strayed...but I always felt that I wanted more as far as sex goes. I love sex with my husband, but it’s more about expressing how we feel toward one another than pleasure. It’s truly making love. I do enjoy it...but I always knew I wanted more. I should also say that none of this is meant to humiliate my husband. He knows what I’m writing and that I’m just stating facts. So when I say that my husband is small, it’s not meant to be degrading...it’s just meant to be honest and open. Because of that, running with my guy filled my head with ideas about what could be. Again, I wasn’t looking for anything but the way my running partner looked in his shorts didn’t help! I’ll call him Robert. Robert is about 4” or 5” taller than my husband. He’s in great shape. He’s yummy black. And he has a respectful confidence that is through the roof! I was growing infatuated. To cut a long story short...Running, turned to innocent texting, texting turned to flirting, flirting turned to innuendo, innuendo turned to sex. Not just sex.......but SEX. He texted me one night asking if I would like to come to his house instead of running. I knew what he meant. I should have said no. I should have started the conversation with my husband about what I was beginning to understand about my needs...but instead I just texted back “ok”. I was crazy scared. Undeniably filled with guilt. But I couldn’t say no. So I went. It was the first time I had ever been “fucked”. I don’t use that word in a crude manner. It just better describes the kind of sex Robert and I have. He fucks me. We fuck. (Why do I like saying that ??) But it was more than that. Much more.

When I got into his house, we both knew what was going to happen. But Robert made sure I knew. He immediately pulled me to him and reassured me that he didn’t want to take me from my husband...that thisvwould be purely physical. He asked me if I was okay with that. I just looked up and nodded. Then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I won’t go into all the details, but what changed for me that day was life altering. I had never felt or seen such a beautiful cock. It’s long and thick and black. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Scared might be a better word! But I was so attracted to it. The weight and feel and taste was just amazing. Feeling it swell in my mouth is something I can’t really adequately describe. It’s just amazing. Oral sex with my husband is more of a means to an end...(at least it used to be)...before that day, I had never really enjoyed it. But Wowzers! I love it now. Especially with Robert! But the life changer for me was feeling him enter me. I couldn’t take him all that day...or the next...or the next...he’s easily twice as big as my husband...probably more. But I had never felt sooooo full. It was like ever fiber and nerve of my pussy was being touched all at once. It was mind blowing. Robert was gentle the first few times...but Robert being gentle is still fucking compared to sex with my husband. It was amazing. (If you have any questions please ask...just have to be brief) After that day it’s all I could think about. Truly. I was not going to stop. I couldn’t. I knew it and Robert knew it. After about 6 months of being fucked 3 or 4 times a week, the guilt was starting to kill me. I just couldn’t do it anymore because I truly loved my husband. So Ibroke it off with Robert and confessed to my husband.

That was awful. It was awful. And it was my fault. After the initial blow. We started to talk more openly. He asked why. I told him. He asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted my husband and my marriage. We went to counseling. Fought for us. And we won! But eventually we started talking about what couldn’t be ignored. For all my husband’s strengths...the kind of sex I craved wasn’t one of them. Once he understood that and that it was purely physical we started to research how we could make our marriage work. That’s when we found this lifestyle. The more we learned, the more my husband wanted me to seek out what I needed. And for him, the best candidate was the guy I had the affair with. He wasn’t emotionally attached to me. He was obviously discrete. And I obviously loved sex with him.

So after several weeks of more talking I talked to Robert and asked him if he would want to enter into that kind of relationship. He jumped at the chance! And here we are!

Great story and experience. You are new here so you missed my (and his version too) story about our wedding night and sex with another man. Fortunately, my husband and I had talked and fantasized about such adventures while we were dating. Now much of this was "fantasy" but he did give me permission to have sex with a guy that we both fantasized about (during our sexual banter) having sex with me but knew would never happen. That fantasy permission turned to reality on our wedding day. Although it was behind his back (I thought..lol) he had technically given me permission. I didn't know that he had actually seen us and taken a few pictures with an old instamatic camera. We didn't talk about it for years and I figured he never knew (oops). That wasn't my last sex with another man during our wedding and honeymoon period, but it's led to a fantastic lifestyle for us all these years. I told him flat out before we had sex that night for the first time as a married couple that I was not going to be sexually faithful to him. I was too young and couldn't imagine only having sex with just him for the rest of my life. He felt the same and that was the end of the discussion. After that I felt I had free reign. I used it.

Mrs HW

 

[SandL]

Great story and experience. You are new here so you missed my (and his version too) story about our wedding night and sex with another man. Fortunately, my husband and I had talked and fantasized about such adventures while we were dating. Now much of this was "fantasy" but he did give me permission to have sex with a guy that we both fantasized about (during our sexual banter) having sex with me but knew would never happen. That fantasy permission turned to reality on our wedding day. Although it was behind his back (I thought..lol) he had technically given me permission. I didn't know that he had actually seen us and taken a few pictures with an old instamatic camera. We didn't talk about it for years and I figured he never knew (oops). That wasn't my last sex with another man during our wedding and honeymoon period, but it's led to a fantastic lifestyle for us all these years. I told him flat out before we had sex that night for the first time as a married couple that I was not going to be sexually faithful to him. I was too young and couldn't imagine only having sex with just him for the rest of my life. He felt the same and that was the end of the discussion. After that I felt I had free reign. I used it.

Mrs HW

I never even thought about it when we were dating or first married. I was your typical good girl, daddy’s girl. We even waited until our wedding night to have sex! So being with others never crossed my mind. But eventually I knew there had to be more! And wowzers was I right!

Thanks for reading and responding! I’ll read yours too

 

[JediKnight17]

This is very very hot. Thank you for sharing.

 

[SandL]

This is very very hot. Thank you for sharing.

Thank you and you’re welcome ?

 

[JediKnight17]

Where are you at in the timeline. Have you agreed to go back and see Robert but not yet revisited with him, or did this happens some time ago. I am very interested if your husband has watched and how his emotions were. It is hard to watch your wife enjoy another so much more than you without feeling some jealousy. Over time, i started to enjoy it more and more when i was allowed to watch and was introduced into cleanup on both wife and bull and now enjoy that more than anything.

 

[SandL]

So we’re now about 7 months after I started seeing my guy again. And still going! ? My husband has watched only once. And yeah...it wasn’t easy for any of us. I couldn’t really let go either...I was constantly thinking of how he was handling it. But there was a brief moment in the night where he was able to see what it’s normally like. It was hard for him...maybe strange or surreal is a better word. But he wants to watch more. We’re just going slow so we don’t lose “us” in the process. Does that make sense?

 

[JediKnight17]

I am super impressed at your husband's will power. For me, Watching your wife with a lover is like a moth to a flame, or a deer staring into the headlights. You dont want to know or look, but you feel you have to. Initially i had days where i had a dark pit in my stomach, and at the beginning my wife would coax out a monthly crying /yelling session where she would play with my nipples, and tell me how much better other lover is, and i wished i had a larger cock like him and of course women like bigger etc. and then i would get it out of my system and within a day or two asking her when she was seeing next guy again. For me, the humiliation was cathartic but in your case may not be, although sounds like your husband knows how you feel anyhow. You are also strong to not get emotionally attached. My wife once called off a long term relationship because she was falling for guy and was not able to keep it physical. Thats a risk. We have been married for 30 years and played for last 12 but not in last 18 months for a number of reasons but wife is chatting with old lover while we talk so looking forward to having some new stories to share from me.

Thanks for sharing in forum.

 

[Frankloveswifexxx]

I am sure I am not the 1st to suggest this but you should offer to be his personal porn star wife. Most men love watching a good porn and what would be better than watching your wife getting naughty with another man. He could be the cameraman and that alone will make him feel included. He can create any scenario he wanted and could get that super sexy moment that your little pussy lips spread around another man's big head. I'm sure he would love watching you in ecstasy as your pussy gets pumped full of come while taking other men's big dicks..hell I'd love to watch you as well.lol

 

[SandL]

I am super impressed at your husband's will power. For me, Watching your wife with a lover is like a moth to a flame, or a deer staring into the headlights. You dont want to know or look, but you feel you have to. Initially i had days where i had a dark pit in my stomach, and at the beginning my wife would coax out a monthly crying /yelling session where she would play with my nipples, and tell me how much better other lover is, and i wished i had a larger cock like him and of course women like bigger etc. and then i would get it out of my system and within a day or two asking her when she was seeing next guy again. For me, the humiliation was cathartic but in your case may not be, although sounds like your husband knows how you feel anyhow. You are also strong to not get emotionally attached. My wife once called off a long term relationship because she was falling for guy and was not able to keep it physical. Thats a risk. We have been married for 30 years and played for last 12 but not in last 18 months for a number of reasons but wife is chatting with old lover while we talk so looking forward to having some new stories to share from me.

Thanks for sharing in forum.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to watch. There were many times that we had made plans for him to watch and then he’d back away. He was hesitant about where this was all going. We had read articles and blogs and stories about the cuckold lifestyle...lots of different points of view...but honestly not all were helpful. A lot of it worked against us. But we decided to push most of it aside and agreed to make it whatever we want. Once we agreed on that, he was more ready to watch. Another thing that stopped him was that this was the guy I had the affair with. So there was some anger over that and embarrassment over me seeing him again. But we’re getting there and he did love it overall.

The part that did the most formhim that night was when he left the room for a little while. It was good for all of us. Steve went to the bathroom and as soon as he did, Robert turned me over started to really fuck me. I guess he was tired of holding back ?. Anyway, that’s when I got really loud and when Steve heard me he hurried back and watched from the doorway. Both Robert and I were turned away from him so we didn’t see him. I’m not sure how long Steve watched like that but it was long enough for him to get a taste of everything I had tried to explain to him about how Robert fucked me the way Steve just can’t. That was what Steve loved most.

So now he can’t stop asking for another

 

[SandL]

Hi great to read your story my wife and I would love to find someone just like you ..I'm wondering how often do you see your lover, you mentioned at the start of story it was 3 to 4 times a week for 6 months before you confessed.

Is it still that frequent with your lover ? Do you and your husband have sex more or less as a result? Do you still go to your lovers house all the time or can your lover come over to your house now that this is open and agreed?

I still meet Robert 2 or 3 times a week. He works from home and lives only 3 blocks from us...so he’s hard to resist ?. I always tell Steve when I’m going to...and if he ever tells me not to, I don’t...but that’s pretty rare. It’s always fun to tell him right before he leaves for work. ? Last time I did that...Steve came to my side of the bed to kiss me goodbye. Normally I’m still asleep, but Robert was coming to our house early and I also wanted to include Steve as much as I could. So when Steve leaned down to kiss me I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. Then I pulled his hand under the covers and placed it on my kitty...then I grabbed his crotch and looked in his eyes and said “Don’t forget to leave the door unlocked. Robert’s coming over as soon as you leave.” It drove him nuts. In a good way ?

And yes, Steve and I still have sex...more than ever! And it’s so much better than it used to be. He is far more attracted to me now than ever...and I love him more than I ever did. That was certainly an unexpected benefit from this lifestyle ?

 

[SandL]

I am sure I am not the 1st to suggest this but you should offer to be his personal porn star wife. Most men love watching a good porn and what would be better than watching your wife getting naughty with another man. He could be the cameraman and that alone will make him feel included. He can create any scenario he wanted and could get that super sexy moment that your little pussy lips spread around another man's big head. I'm sure he would love watching you in ecstasy as your pussy gets pumped full of come while taking other men's big dicks..hell I'd love to watch you as well.lol

Not sure about that one but thanks!

 

[Frankloveswifexxx]

Not sure about that one but thanks!

Damn I thought it was kinda sexy lol. I love watching Michelle enjoying herself being a bad girl but I guess not all hotwives enjoy role play etc.

 

[2wheel]

SandL

The angst you're both going through isn't uncommon. Even the affair isn't uncommon. Sounds like you're both finding your way. A few words of advise if I may, "IT'S ONLY SEX". Anything beyond that brings unbelievable complications.

 

[dfghae]

exiting storry! does he have permission to have an afair?

 

[Uncledude55]

Hi everyone! Let’s dispense with letters ? for our names. S will be Steve and I will be Leslie. We wanted to share how we got into this crazy stuff and from there share some of our experiences.

So how’d we start? Not on the right foot. I had an affair with a neighbor that I ran with in the mornings. I didn’t look for it or seek it out...but in many ways it was inevitable. I don’t share that lightly and neither am I proud of it. I hurt the person I love most in this world and I almost broke us.

(There’s a limit to words here, so I won’t go into great detail about the fight we had to make for our marriage...but feel free to ask and we’ll answer, I promise. Just be nice about it ?)

Back to me not looking for an affair:

My husband was my first and only until I strayed...but I always felt that I wanted more as far as sex goes. I love sex with my husband, but it’s more about expressing how we feel toward one another than pleasure. It’s truly making love. I do enjoy it...but I always knew I wanted more. I should also say that none of this is meant to humiliate my husband. He knows what I’m writing and that I’m just stating facts. So when I say that my husband is small, it’s not meant to be degrading...it’s just meant to be honest and open. Because of that, running with my guy filled my head with ideas about what could be. Again, I wasn’t looking for anything but the way my running partner looked in his shorts didn’t help! I’ll call him Robert. Robert is about 4” or 5” taller than my husband. He’s in great shape. He’s yummy black. And he has a respectful confidence that is through the roof! I was growing infatuated. To cut a long story short...Running, turned to innocent texting, texting turned to flirting, flirting turned to innuendo, innuendo turned to sex. Not just sex.......but SEX. He texted me one night asking if I would like to come to his house instead of running. I knew what he meant. I should have said no. I should have started the conversation with my husband about what I was beginning to understand about my needs...but instead I just texted back “ok”. I was crazy scared. Undeniably filled with guilt. But I couldn’t say no. So I went. It was the first time I had ever been “fucked”. I don’t use that word in a crude manner. It just better describes the kind of sex Robert and I have. He fucks me. We fuck. (Why do I like saying that ??) But it was more than that. Much more.

When I got into his house, we both knew what was going to happen. But Robert made sure I knew. He immediately pulled me to him and reassured me that he didn’t want to take me from my husband...that thisvwould be purely physical. He asked me if I was okay with that. I just looked up and nodded. Then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I won’t go into all the details, but what changed for me that day was life altering. I had never felt or seen such a beautiful cock. It’s long and thick and black. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Scared might be a better word! But I was so attracted to it. The weight and feel and taste was just amazing. Feeling it swell in my mouth is something I can’t really adequately describe. It’s just amazing. Oral sex with my husband is more of a means to an end...(at least it used to be)...before that day, I had never really enjoyed it. But Wowzers! I love it now. Especially with Robert! But the life changer for me was feeling him enter me. I couldn’t take him all that day...or the next...or the next...he’s easily twice as big as my husband...probably more. But I had never felt sooooo full. It was like ever fiber and nerve of my pussy was being touched all at once. It was mind blowing. Robert was gentle the first few times...but Robert being gentle is still fucking compared to sex with my husband. It was amazing. (If you have any questions please ask...just have to be brief) After that day it’s all I could think about. Truly. I was not going to stop. I couldn’t. I knew it and Robert knew it. After about 6 months of being fucked 3 or 4 times a week, the guilt was starting to kill me. I just couldn’t do it anymore because I truly loved my husband. So Ibroke it off with Robert and confessed to my husband.

That was awful. It was awful. And it was my fault. After the initial blow. We started to talk more openly. He asked why. I told him. He asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted my husband and my marriage. We went to counseling. Fought for us. And we won! But eventually we started talking about what couldn’t be ignored. For all my husband’s strengths...the kind of sex I craved wasn’t one of them. Once he understood that and that it was purely physical we started to research how we could make our marriage work. That’s when we found this lifestyle. The more we learned, the more my husband wanted me to seek out what I needed. And for him, the best candidate was the guy I had the affair with. He wasn’t emotionally attached to me. He was obviously discrete. And I obviously loved sex with him.

So after several weeks of more talking I talked to Robert and asked him if he would want to enter into that kind of relationship. He jumped at the chance! And here we are!

Great story, but I'm a little disappointed that there aren't any sexy pictures of you. Looking at your avatar pocture, you look like your absolutely stunning !!!

 

[Password]

Haven’t heard from you since feb everything ok

 

[Utwoscot]

It was the first time I had ever been “fucked”.

I have a question. My wife as only had one other man, she is currently fucking. She has a date with him tonight.
He is 58 and only five years younger than me. His cock is just a little longer than mine, seven inches at most and thinner with a more pronounced head. He fucks her into 4 or 5 orgasms each date.

Do you think she is missing something?