This story is about a cheating girlfriend/wife with an underlying theme of cuckolding. You've been warned. Feel free to criticize (or praise) the story telling, language, structure, etc. If you're going offer an opinion on the morality of the girl, the manhood of the boyfriend, etc. I'm going to suggest you go pour yourself a glass of STFU. Enjoy.
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I'd been dating my future husband Brian for about two years. I was relatively naΓ―ve about sex and coming from a conservative background did not have much experience. Brian made me feel safe and brought me along slowly. We had been dating for about a year before we had intercourse. Prior to that there had been a lot of dry humping to mutual satisfaction and a little bit of oral.
I won't say the first time we fucked was a disappointment but I didn't see stars either. It took Brian a few attempts to penetrate and he fell out a couple of times as well. He eventually found a rhythm and given our inexperience and concern about my getting pregnant he pulled out and came on my stomach. I remember it being reasonably pleasurable, but nothing special.
I guess I should give you a little more background. I was a year younger than Brian. I started dating him when he was senior and I was a junior in high school. I basically started dating him because my best friend was dating his friend. Brian is a good looking guy. He is about six feet tall, with a decent build and reasonably athletic.
In high school I was (still am) pretty hot. I'm about 5' 4" weigh 110 pounds with green eyes and dark hair. I was your classic cheerleading captain and prom queen. I had plenty of options for boyfriends. But my mother's old fashioned views on sex had an impact on me I was pretty inexperienced beyond kissing.
Brian took his time and I was also beginning to reject a lot of what my mother had told me was right and mostly wrong about sex. I had orgasmed with one other boyfriend before Brian while making out. I'm not sure the other boyfriend knew it had happened. With Brian the making out and heavy petting went to a new level for me. We would both consistently cum while dry humping. We also gave each other oral sex on occasion but I still was holding back on actually fucking. Brian seemed okay with it and that's pretty much how things went before he went away to college.
We had agreed to keep dating and stay faithful even though Brian would be living a couple of hours away and I would be starting my senior year in high school. I'm pretty sure Brian kept his promise. I didn't. I started seeing Matt. He was also very good looking. He also had a better build and a much bigger cock. I didn't fuck him either (yet) but I would get incredibly turned on both physically and psychologically while giving him a hand job or feeling him grind against my pussy while we dry humped. Brian had opened the door a crack to my sexuality and I was beginning to explore it.
As much fun as I had with Matt and as much as he turned me on.. he was the bad boy.. Brian was safer. I felt protected with Brian. Eventually, I stopped seeing Matt, more or less, once Brian got back from school and Brian and I began dating again that summer. Initially we had to get past all the jealousy and anger that Brian felt but we did. I also had to get over not having Matt's big cock to play with.
That summer Brian and I started to push the boundaries I had a little more too where we eventually did fuck. It was, like I alluded to before, okay. I didn't come from intercourse but Brian would make it happen for me with his hand or mouth. I just figured that's the way it was.
I ended up going to college in the same city as Brian. We were pretty much an item that whole year. I was at an all girls schools so there weren't a lot of alternatives for me. I met Brian's friends and roommates. He shared an apartment with four other guys and while I flirted plenty with several of his friends nothing happened (at least that year).