How I Learned To Be A Happy Cuckold

I pretend with my wife that she made me a cuckold because it's fun that way when we play. But actually, it was my very first long-term girlfriend who cuckolded me - and we learned to enjoy it together.

It happened when I was a university student, living for the second year in a hall of residence. Three mates and I went away for a weekend of camping in the country. It was a good bonding experience with male friends, but I couldn't wait to get back to my gorgeous girlfriend and spend the night in her comfortable bed. I could think of nothing else on the coach back. I had left her bed early on Friday morning and Helena had woken up just as I was about to go. She said, 'Do you have to leave?' Of course, I told her I had to but I would see her Sunday night, and gave her a quick kiss. She turned round sleepily and whispered, 'But I'm horny now.' She suddenly popped a finger into my mouth which was wet with her juices. Instantly, I hardened and had no choice but to go down on her. Knowing I might miss the coach, I licked and sucked her delicious pussy as quickly as I could. Helena lapped up my lapping, revelling in her vigorous and sudden pleasure. She held my head to her and gyrated on my face till she came hard. 'That's better,' she said. She snuggled back down into her sleep, leaving me to rush out, pushing my raging hard-on to one side, and no time to even wipe my scented face.

That was filling my mind as I journeyed home with thoughts of how I would complete that hot lovemaking with her ... but my world came crashing down as soon as we arrived. Before I had even got to my room, my friend Paul took me aside, a look of serious concentration on his face.

'You're going to find this out soon enough so I thought I should warn you straight away. Last night, Helena ... well, she snogged a bloke in the Union bar. I hate giving you bad news but I reckoned you would want to know.'

I was stunned, almost into silence. 'You did the right thing, of course. But do you know for certain?'

'I'm afraid so,' he said, with a wince on his face. 'I saw it. And so did quite a few people. She was sitting with this guy and then, out of the blue, I turned around and they were kissing. I really am sorry to tell you.'

'Did it go further?'

'I don't know. I think they left the bar together but I'm not sure.'

I assured him that I was grateful and went to my room. I sat there in a daze for minutes on end. I wanted to cry. The hot and loving reunion I had dreamed of was now just that, a dream. And in its place was the prospect of the inevitable confrontation, argument and end to our relationship.

I thought ruefully about how proud I had been that I was with Helena. My friends liked to tease me that I was punching above my weight. She was so pretty, with her full, long brunette locks and her lovely open smile.

More than that, her personality was so sweet. Yes, she would tease me and get on my nerves occasionally; she sometimes acted like a spoilt brat. But we got past those times quickly and easily.

Not tonight, though. The conversation went as well as I had anticipated: angry accusations from me and nothing from her to justify what she had done or make it any better. When I woke up the following morning, the conversation was a heated blur and I realised that I had wept in my sleep.

I didn't see Helena for a few days despite sharing halls with her. It was on the main campus where I next spotted her. She was chatting to two other students with her back to me. I could hear her unaffected laugh, and a surge of my affection for her ran through my chest. And desire. Her hair hung to almost the middle of her back and drew my eyes to a little light grey skirt that I didn't recognise but which suited her perfectly. Her legs, always soft and curvy, still had a little of a summer tan, enhanced by contrast with a pair of creamy white socks above heeled black ankle boots. The argument and what she had done didn't seem to matter to my body: my cock stirred below, inspired by the familiar sight of her lovely figure and the new way it was being shown off.

I decided to head for the library and to try and put her out of my mind but I sensed Helena turning as I moved off and, sure enough, she followed me to my usual place on the first floor. When I sat down, she sat down at right angles to me. She crossed her legs, making the little grey skirt ride up. I could feel the blood rise up into my cock in immediate response. I was annoyed at my own weakness but at the same time marvelled at her effect on me.

'You deserve an explanation,' she said quietly.

'I thought you already had explained.'

'We both know I haven't. Not really. I'll come to your room at eight tonight. Is that okay?'

'Only if that time suits you,' I replied sarcastically. 'Are you going to come alone or bring a couple of guys with you?'

She got up. 'Do you want me to come or not?'

And of course I did. 'Okay. I'll see you at eight.'

I didn't look at her as she got up but then, in spite of myself, my eyes shot over to check out her shapely rear as she walked away.

She looked exactly the same when I let her in to my room that evening. It was a bit uncertain as we passed; was I supposed to kiss her? But she settled into a seat and quickly got on with telling me what had happened that fateful evening. She said that she had been flirting with this guy, and she did fancy him, but the kiss in the union bar had taken her by surprise, even though it was fully mutual. In her shock, she had made her excuses and left him to go back to her room.

'When I was on my own, thinking about the kiss and how much it had turned me on, I started thinking about us, Dave, and then about me. And I asked myself, "Is Dave going to be the last person I will ever go to bed with in my life? I am 19 years of age!" I wasn't imagining splitting up with you, or any problems in our relationship, just that one thing: am I going to have sex with no-one but you? And I told myself, I am going to have sex with another person, other people, maybe quite a few other people." That doesn't say anything about us. Our sex life is really good.'

'And then?'

'That's when I went to him. I'm sorry, Dave. I really didn't want to hurt you and I knew I was being bad. But that idea, that I was definitely going to have sex with someone else, sooner or later, that became the biggest thought in my head. I let it banish all my other thoughts and feelings. Please forgive me.'

And that is the moment when Helena and I embrace for the first time since our argument. It feels good and makes me yearn for the times before. When it ends, Helena kisses me on the lips and, instead of moving away, she moves down, dropping her head onto my lap and snuggling in close to me.

'You always did feel wonderfully comfortable for a little cuddle like this,' she said.

'I can't argue with that.'

Instinctively, I reach down and stroke her hair. She sighs and suddenly says, 'We should have break up sex!'

'What?'

'Breakup sex. It's what my friend Alicia did with her boyfriend when they broke up last year ... and she told me it was really good ... actually she thought it might've been the best sex they ever had!'

'I don't know if that's a good idea,' I say weakly.

'You're probably right. It's probably a bad idea.' She moves her head around a little bit coming closer to my crotch. She closes her eyes and lies still. I stroke her soft hair some more. With her eyes still shut, she sighs. 'I guess I ought to be going.'

'There's no hurry.'

She smiles knowingly. 'I guess not. You can't really say you're not enjoying my being on here. I wonder what I would find if I just...' She stretches an arm out, directly strokes my bulge and laughs. 'Your body seems to agree with me!'

All of my resentment and reservations disappear in a moment, and I am kissing my girlfriend's mouth wetly. She rubs me again through my jeans and then is tugging at my belt.

'Let's get these off! I want to get my hands on your cock. It's been missing me, I know.'

She pulls the button fly apart and pulls my shorts down with the same movement.

'Ah! God!' I moan as she takes a hold of me.

'I've been wanting to do this for a week,' she says. My jeans are halfway down my legs, stopped by the fact that my boots are still on.

She gives me a rub and looks me in the eyes. 'There's something I want to show you, do to you.' There is a pause and I realise she is gathering her spit. Keeping her eyes on mine, she leans forward and slowly lets her spittle drop onto the head of my cock. I have a second in which I admire the accuracy of her mouth before the intense pleasure kicks in, of her fingers smearing the spit all over my tip.

'That's new,' I manage to breathe.

'It is,' she says, mischievous triumph in her voice. 'I learned it and I wanted to do it on you. And this too,' she adds. Her hand twists down over my cock. She squeezes me at the base and then her hand twists back up. The sensation is fantastic, new and fantastic.

'Is that good?'

'It's great.'

'I knew it would be. Dominic showed me it - it's what he likes.'

At the sound of his name, I bridle. 'I don't want -!'

But Helena is not ready to listen or to be interrupted.

'Sssshhhh!' she says and puts a finger on my lips. 'I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you or this is over.' She stares, challenging me for a few seconds and then, when I do nothing, she looks down and resumes the steady, rhythmical movement of her hand over my rock-hard member. 'That feels amazing, doesn't it?'

I am at her mercy. I wouldn't be able to bear it if she were to stop now. I nod and she smiles exultantly. 'Dominic loved it when he got me to do this to his cock, which was just as hard as yours is now. He said I did it better than anyone else. I said, "You say that to all the girls!" But I didn't mind. I just loved feeling his big dick, swollen in my hand.'

She raises her gaze to me and we snog again.

She breaks off to whisper in my ear. 'Do you think that is all I did with his dick?'

'No,' I reply, nervous and excited by her passion.

'You're right. I did more. Plenty more. Why don't you guess what?'

'I can't. I don't know.'

'You can. Guess. Guess ... or I'll stop stroking your cock.'

'Don't stop!'

'Go on then.'

'Did you ... did you suck it?'

'How did you know?' she smiles. 'And would you like me to do the same to you as I did to Dominic? Suck your cock the same way?'

It's hard to describe my feelings. It's not just that this is not what I wanted; I never would have dreamed of this. And yet ... and yet, Helena is so excited and turned on, it is exciting me too. Although we have had nearly two years of good, sometimes great, sex, she's not been like this before. She is now so different from that innocent girl I met twenty months ago. Her pupils are dilated, her face is flushed, her movements determined. 'I want to feel your dick get hard in my mouth, just like Dominic's did. Does that sound nice?'

As she asks me, she pulls off my sweater. The talk is making her seriously high and I have to choose whether to go along with it quietly or join in fully. Saying no is not an option.

'Yes. That would be nice. Very nice,' I reply. And, taking a deep breath, I add, 'Do it like you did it for Dominic. Make me feel as good as he felt, with his big cock filling your sexy little mouth.'

Helena is delighted. She says 'Yes!' and moans lustfully as she kisses down towards my waist. She crouches and looks up. 'Shall I do what Dominic asked me to do first?'

'Yes. Do to me what you learnt from him.'

She closes her eyes and sticks out her tongue. Starting where my cock meets my balls, she licks, with a firm, taut stroke all the way up to and over my tip.

'I bet Dominic liked you doing that,' I say, as I shiver with pleasure.

Helena slowly repeats the process twice before replying, 'He loved it.' Then she encloses the top of my cock in her soft lips and wobbles them back and forth. Part of me wants to spunk right now but I am determined to make this naughty fun last.

'Did he go down on you?'

She sucks me more fully, her hair bouncing prettily on her shoulders. 'I confess I did let him lick my pussy. But not for long.' She sucks me again and I stroke her lovely locks. 'The truth is, I was very turned on and I wanted his big cock up in me as soon as possible. Do you understand?'

As her head bobs on me, I say, 'Yes, I understand. You wanted to be filled up.'

She pauses. 'And now I am thinking ... I really need my pussy to be kissed. Would you do that for me, Darling?'

'I'd love to.'

She gets up and takes my hand as she moves to the bed. Helena pulls me towards her as she opens her legs wider than she normally does.

'Kiss my legs first. Tease me.'

I start to kiss her softly rounded calf and move up slowly to her thigh.

'That's good. Looking back, Dominic was in too much of a hurry. He just gave me a couple of licks, then he lifted up my legs and slid straight into me.'

I kiss her upper thigh and take a deep breath through my nostrils. 'You smell so good.'

'Do I? Good. And do I smell the same as before? Before another guy fucked my pussy?'

'Just the same.'

'I wonder if I taste the same. Do you want to find out?'

'Yes, please, Helena.'

'Go on, then. Lick me the way I like it.'

I savour a moment of delay before I extend my tongue and lick her like a lollipop.

'Oh, god, that's just what I needed! It's so good ... does it taste different?'

She tastes the same but I know what she wants to hear - and I enjoy telling her. 'Yes. You taste different after having that big cock inside you. You taste even better.'

'Fuck, yes!' She squirms. 'I'm not actually sure which is better: your tongue on my clitoris or Dominic's cock inside me.'

I lick her even more avidly but I can't wait for my cock to get some more attention from my newly slutty girlfriend. Her delicious sex, the twisting movements of her whole body as I please her and, most surprisingly, her naughty words, are combining to make my cock ache with the most intense desire for her.

'Hold on.' She pushes on my forehead. 'Stop a minute. I don't want to come yet.' She lies back and puffs. 'Do you think you can make me come with your cock?'

'Is that what Dominic did?'

'You know he did.'

'Then I'll try my best.'

She is already holding me between her sopping lips. 'Fuck me now.' I slide in to her and my whole body rejoices as she welcomes me. This is not going to be 'break up sex'.

'Fuck me good.'

I stretch Helena's arms out above her head and kiss her face and neck. Within two minutes, I'd say, she bucks against me in a noisy, hot climax. As her juice freely wets my cock, I sense the happy permission to let go, and I am spunking up into her like never before. I collapse onto her and can do nothing more than catch my breath for some time.

'Am I right to think you would like to do this again?' she asks.

'I think that's safe to say.'

'So ... I am still your girl?'

'I guess you are.'

'I'm sorry about snogging Dominic in the bar. That was stupid and insensitive.'

'But you are still planning to have sex with him again?'

She pauses. 'There's no arrangement or anything. But, yes, I'd like to. And I know he would. But the big difference is ... I won't do anything in public. So it'll be just our secret.'

I'm coming to terms with this, and thinking it through. 'I don't know. It feels weird.'

She doesn't say anything for a minute. 'It does feel weird. But it also feels good. You are my man, the one I turn to when I need love and affection and support. I don't want to jeopardise that.'

'But you do want us to have an open relationship from now on? Where we can sleep with other people?'

Helena doesn't immediately answer and chooses her words carefully. 'Why don't we just see how it goes? The main thing is, I promise not to kiss anyone else in public and make you feel bad. Is that all right?'

She stops my mouth with a kiss. I literally can't say no.

That was not the end of the process. I didn't know it at that moment but Helena had no intention of letting me enjoy the benefits of an open relationship. She was planning to keep me all for herself while she continued to enjoy other cocks when it pleased her. But that is another story ... a leather-clad one.