I signed up with the intention of sharing some of my experiences.
Having gone past the half century now (years not partners) and had some fun along the way.
Never been into the ‘lifestyle’ per se but taken opportunities as they presented themselves over the years. Don’t think ‘hotwife’ and ‘cuckold’ were part of my vocabulary when I was younger. I just saw opportunities to broaden my experience outside my marriage.
As the years have gone by I have pushed the boundaries a bit more with my husband and seen him take on board the role of an engaged cuckold (he would say compersive). It’s been an experience that has had its ups and down (literally and metaphorically) but one we continue to explore and embrace.
I've kept diaries over the years so that has helped. Taken some liberties with the dialogue obviously as my memory isn't that good but it’s a reasonably accurate reflections of the events as they took place.
If it’s of little interest to people I will slide off quietly into the night.
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My first inkling of where my life would go happened when I was 24. Obviously I’d had boyfriends, sex (some good, some bad) but was back living at my parents after splitting from a guy who was a bad choice (apart from the sex).
I’d been going out with my new boyfriend Andy for about 3 months and he definitely had potential. He wasn’t possessive, we did our own thing, had our own group of friends and got on well when we were together. The sex was good, he was well endowed, creative and knew what he was doing. Plenty of boxes ticked.
I worked in an office and liked to keep fit so cycled into work each day. I was always suitably attired, Lycra top and shorts (whatever the weather) and with blond hair flowing I guess I attracted a few looks and toots on the horn. Made me smile most of the time as it seemed harmless enough. I would then change when I got into the office (another story to relate about that for a later date).
My epiphany arrived one day cycling back home. I was aware of a car behind me but despite the road being clear it made no attempt to overtake. I was aware of the engine revving and a glance over my shoulder told me the car in question was a souped up sports car. The driver finally gave a few short beeps on the horn and shot off up the road. As I turned into my close there he was out of the car leaning on the door smiling. “Great arse,” he said as I pedalled past. I shook my head, turned, gave him the finger (not very ladylike, I know) and rode home.
I didn’t think much more of it but the following night he was there again, parked up. “Fancy going for a drink?” He said as I rode past. “Sorry, I’m already taken,” I replied. “I don’t mind sharing,” he shouted as I sped off.
That night I met Andy. We went to a country pub and when we parked up later down a quiet lane for a kiss and cuddle I told him about my encounter with the boy racer. I expected him to be a bit put out, or upset but he seemed to take it in his stride. The boy racer wasn’t really my type and initially I had no plans to take him up on his offer but felt that in keeping with the relationship building with Andy I would be open and honest with him about the offer. We were soon stripping off each other’s clothes as the sexual energy escalated in the confined surroundings of my modest sized car. His cock was already spewing pre-cum by the time I had him undressed. I moved over to the passenger side and slid onto his stiff pole, slowly sinking to the base. It became a bit frantic with me bouncing up and down and Andy trying to time his upward thrusts as I came back down from hitting my head on the inside roof of the car. Fair to say it didn’t last long but if memory serves me correctly we both got off.
Tissues were the order of the day as we cleaned up before a partial re-dress and another intimate cuddle. I teased Andy about his frantic efforts (he was usually a considerate shag and more keen to prolong the session than a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ approach). I teased his cock and asked if me mentioning boy racer had anything to do with the change in his performance style. He immediately denied it but as I played with his cock he was soon firming up nicely for round 2. I teased him that perhaps I should think about the drinks offer if it was going to have a positive effect on his own performance. He was soon writhing around in his seat as I tossed him off, frantically trying to get his fingers back inside my slippery pussy. As soon as I cupped his balls he went off, shooting a good load up over his stomach. He was embarrassed and apologised that he didn’t know what had come over him.
I laughed at his comment as it was quite clear what had cum over him. It was also dawning on me that the mention of another suitor for my attentions was having a positive effect on Andy’s sex drive. It could be a negative one If I got him off that quickly each time but previous performance suggested he would be able to keep me well satisfied and I hoped (expected) that to continue.
No sign of boy racer the following evening and I think I may have been a tad disappointed he had given up so quickly. Friday evening I was thinking about my night out with girl friends as I turned into my close and almost fell off my bike when I saw he was back, this time standing in the road to halt my progress. I was a bit flustered but he was a smooth talker and I soon found out he was Nathan and he was in love with my arse, or so he told me. He had all the chat up lines, didn’t get put off by my excuses and twenty minutes later I had his phone number, a slightly damp pussy and I’d promised to call him with an answer over the weekend.
I wasn’t sure what to do but when I met up with Andy on Saturday night. I told him about Nathan and his renewed offer. This time Andy was a bit stroppy with me and then got into a sulk as I gave him the details of my chat with Nathan. I teased him that maybe it made sense to check out other options before we became too serious. He looked uncomfortable but when I cuddled up to him he couldn’t resist and was soon thrusting his tongue down my throat, his hand went up my dress and he briefly pulled away to say, “fuck, you’re soaked.” I winked at him and said, “And you’re fucking hard by the feel of it, as well.” I had hardly touched his cock before he was pulling my hand away. I was a surprised at his reaction before the penny dropped and I realised he was so close to cumming he wanted to stop my stimulation “Andy, I didn’t realise you were such a perv,” I teased. I saw him blush and look away.
I felt a bit bad and pulled his face back and gave him a passionate deep kiss to try and reassure him. “It’s fine,” I said, “just a little surprising, that’s all. I thought you might want to go and beat him up for being such a cheeky bastard with your girlfriend.”
There was several moments of awkward silence before he replied. “I might, if I thought he was someone you would fancy long term but from your description of him and what I think I know about you, I don’t think he’s a threat. We both said at the outset that we are our own people and should not be beholden to others. So, I’m okay with you going out with your friends, you seem the same for me. I’ll admit I didn’t see you having a date with another guy as being on the agenda but I won’t interfere or try to influence you. You should do whatever you want, no regrets, that’s what we said.”
That was as long a speech as I’d ever heard from him in our 3 months together. There may even have been a small tear in my eye at his open honesty. I think at that moment I knew he was a keeper. I also knew I would be playing with fire if I went ahead and met Nathan. My head said ’no’ but a tingle between my legs said ‘maybe’ and the stiffness of Andy’s cock suggested ‘yes’.
Much to ponder. He took me home and with my parents asleep upstairs we took advantage with an enjoyable fuck on the living room floor. Think we both got a touch of carpet burn but if memory serves it was worth it. As we laid their in post-coital bliss (sticky, sweaty in reality) I asked Andy if he was really ok if I met Nathan for a drink, only a drink. I reminded him I didn’t do sex on a first date (that did change later down the line but at that time it held true). As we sloppily kissed I felt him stiffen again (yes I was enjoying his enthusiasm). I rolled over on top of him, grinding down on his stiff cock before lifting up and sliding down the slippery pole. It felt good as I eased myself up and down. Shallow and deep, varying the pace, angle as I imagined ……. No, don’t go there, concentrate on Andy, on Andy’s cock, getting him (and me) off. The squelching sounds broke me out of my reverie as I slammed down taking everything Andy had to offer. I was close and then for some reason a thought became an uttered thought, “I wonder if Nathan would be bigger, go deeper?” The words were out before I realised and the reaction from my boyfriend was just as immediate. A groan, another groan and then a quick upward thrust followed by a swelling inside me before spurt after spurt shot up deep inside me.
I couldn’t hide the smirk from my face at the reaction. “Fuck off,” was the only response from Andy as I looked down at him. We both knew. Against my better judgement I also knew that I would be calling Nathan and the response would be in the affirmative. My relationship with Andy was about to enter uncharted waters, dangerous but exciting. I just hoped Nathan wasn’t a complete twat and could walk the walk as well as he could talk the talk.
Sorry to leave it a bit in the lurch but am aware this is already a rather lengthy piece (I do like lengthy pieces though!). Will get to Nathan next time.
Having gone past the half century now (years not partners) and had some fun along the way.
Never been into the ‘lifestyle’ per se but taken opportunities as they presented themselves over the years. Don’t think ‘hotwife’ and ‘cuckold’ were part of my vocabulary when I was younger. I just saw opportunities to broaden my experience outside my marriage.
As the years have gone by I have pushed the boundaries a bit more with my husband and seen him take on board the role of an engaged cuckold (he would say compersive). It’s been an experience that has had its ups and down (literally and metaphorically) but one we continue to explore and embrace.
I've kept diaries over the years so that has helped. Taken some liberties with the dialogue obviously as my memory isn't that good but it’s a reasonably accurate reflections of the events as they took place.
If it’s of little interest to people I will slide off quietly into the night.
................................................
My first inkling of where my life would go happened when I was 24. Obviously I’d had boyfriends, sex (some good, some bad) but was back living at my parents after splitting from a guy who was a bad choice (apart from the sex).
I’d been going out with my new boyfriend Andy for about 3 months and he definitely had potential. He wasn’t possessive, we did our own thing, had our own group of friends and got on well when we were together. The sex was good, he was well endowed, creative and knew what he was doing. Plenty of boxes ticked.
I worked in an office and liked to keep fit so cycled into work each day. I was always suitably attired, Lycra top and shorts (whatever the weather) and with blond hair flowing I guess I attracted a few looks and toots on the horn. Made me smile most of the time as it seemed harmless enough. I would then change when I got into the office (another story to relate about that for a later date).
My epiphany arrived one day cycling back home. I was aware of a car behind me but despite the road being clear it made no attempt to overtake. I was aware of the engine revving and a glance over my shoulder told me the car in question was a souped up sports car. The driver finally gave a few short beeps on the horn and shot off up the road. As I turned into my close there he was out of the car leaning on the door smiling. “Great arse,” he said as I pedalled past. I shook my head, turned, gave him the finger (not very ladylike, I know) and rode home.
I didn’t think much more of it but the following night he was there again, parked up. “Fancy going for a drink?” He said as I rode past. “Sorry, I’m already taken,” I replied. “I don’t mind sharing,” he shouted as I sped off.
That night I met Andy. We went to a country pub and when we parked up later down a quiet lane for a kiss and cuddle I told him about my encounter with the boy racer. I expected him to be a bit put out, or upset but he seemed to take it in his stride. The boy racer wasn’t really my type and initially I had no plans to take him up on his offer but felt that in keeping with the relationship building with Andy I would be open and honest with him about the offer. We were soon stripping off each other’s clothes as the sexual energy escalated in the confined surroundings of my modest sized car. His cock was already spewing pre-cum by the time I had him undressed. I moved over to the passenger side and slid onto his stiff pole, slowly sinking to the base. It became a bit frantic with me bouncing up and down and Andy trying to time his upward thrusts as I came back down from hitting my head on the inside roof of the car. Fair to say it didn’t last long but if memory serves me correctly we both got off.
Tissues were the order of the day as we cleaned up before a partial re-dress and another intimate cuddle. I teased Andy about his frantic efforts (he was usually a considerate shag and more keen to prolong the session than a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ approach). I teased his cock and asked if me mentioning boy racer had anything to do with the change in his performance style. He immediately denied it but as I played with his cock he was soon firming up nicely for round 2. I teased him that perhaps I should think about the drinks offer if it was going to have a positive effect on his own performance. He was soon writhing around in his seat as I tossed him off, frantically trying to get his fingers back inside my slippery pussy. As soon as I cupped his balls he went off, shooting a good load up over his stomach. He was embarrassed and apologised that he didn’t know what had come over him.
I laughed at his comment as it was quite clear what had cum over him. It was also dawning on me that the mention of another suitor for my attentions was having a positive effect on Andy’s sex drive. It could be a negative one If I got him off that quickly each time but previous performance suggested he would be able to keep me well satisfied and I hoped (expected) that to continue.
No sign of boy racer the following evening and I think I may have been a tad disappointed he had given up so quickly. Friday evening I was thinking about my night out with girl friends as I turned into my close and almost fell off my bike when I saw he was back, this time standing in the road to halt my progress. I was a bit flustered but he was a smooth talker and I soon found out he was Nathan and he was in love with my arse, or so he told me. He had all the chat up lines, didn’t get put off by my excuses and twenty minutes later I had his phone number, a slightly damp pussy and I’d promised to call him with an answer over the weekend.
I wasn’t sure what to do but when I met up with Andy on Saturday night. I told him about Nathan and his renewed offer. This time Andy was a bit stroppy with me and then got into a sulk as I gave him the details of my chat with Nathan. I teased him that maybe it made sense to check out other options before we became too serious. He looked uncomfortable but when I cuddled up to him he couldn’t resist and was soon thrusting his tongue down my throat, his hand went up my dress and he briefly pulled away to say, “fuck, you’re soaked.” I winked at him and said, “And you’re fucking hard by the feel of it, as well.” I had hardly touched his cock before he was pulling my hand away. I was a surprised at his reaction before the penny dropped and I realised he was so close to cumming he wanted to stop my stimulation “Andy, I didn’t realise you were such a perv,” I teased. I saw him blush and look away.
I felt a bit bad and pulled his face back and gave him a passionate deep kiss to try and reassure him. “It’s fine,” I said, “just a little surprising, that’s all. I thought you might want to go and beat him up for being such a cheeky bastard with your girlfriend.”
There was several moments of awkward silence before he replied. “I might, if I thought he was someone you would fancy long term but from your description of him and what I think I know about you, I don’t think he’s a threat. We both said at the outset that we are our own people and should not be beholden to others. So, I’m okay with you going out with your friends, you seem the same for me. I’ll admit I didn’t see you having a date with another guy as being on the agenda but I won’t interfere or try to influence you. You should do whatever you want, no regrets, that’s what we said.”
That was as long a speech as I’d ever heard from him in our 3 months together. There may even have been a small tear in my eye at his open honesty. I think at that moment I knew he was a keeper. I also knew I would be playing with fire if I went ahead and met Nathan. My head said ’no’ but a tingle between my legs said ‘maybe’ and the stiffness of Andy’s cock suggested ‘yes’.
Much to ponder. He took me home and with my parents asleep upstairs we took advantage with an enjoyable fuck on the living room floor. Think we both got a touch of carpet burn but if memory serves it was worth it. As we laid their in post-coital bliss (sticky, sweaty in reality) I asked Andy if he was really ok if I met Nathan for a drink, only a drink. I reminded him I didn’t do sex on a first date (that did change later down the line but at that time it held true). As we sloppily kissed I felt him stiffen again (yes I was enjoying his enthusiasm). I rolled over on top of him, grinding down on his stiff cock before lifting up and sliding down the slippery pole. It felt good as I eased myself up and down. Shallow and deep, varying the pace, angle as I imagined ……. No, don’t go there, concentrate on Andy, on Andy’s cock, getting him (and me) off. The squelching sounds broke me out of my reverie as I slammed down taking everything Andy had to offer. I was close and then for some reason a thought became an uttered thought, “I wonder if Nathan would be bigger, go deeper?” The words were out before I realised and the reaction from my boyfriend was just as immediate. A groan, another groan and then a quick upward thrust followed by a swelling inside me before spurt after spurt shot up deep inside me.
I couldn’t hide the smirk from my face at the reaction. “Fuck off,” was the only response from Andy as I looked down at him. We both knew. Against my better judgement I also knew that I would be calling Nathan and the response would be in the affirmative. My relationship with Andy was about to enter uncharted waters, dangerous but exciting. I just hoped Nathan wasn’t a complete twat and could walk the walk as well as he could talk the talk.
Sorry to leave it a bit in the lurch but am aware this is already a rather lengthy piece (I do like lengthy pieces though!). Will get to Nathan next time.
