I am Lesley and my boyfriend is Kerry. I love his beautiful dick. It is not large, just gorgeous. The color contrast is amazing. As much as I love it, I can rarely cum when he fucks me. He is great at oral sex, though. It took a while but we finally got on the same page sexually. He was inexperienced and quite naïve. I, on the other hand, was quite the slut. I had slept with many guys of all colors and sizes. I am undoubtedly a size queen. So why are Kerry and I a couple? He is the nicest and smartest guy I have ever known. He is also a semi-submissive. Around other people, you would never guess it. That is what makes it so great. We have a wonderful relationship outwardly. Inwardly, I am the leader of our sex life. When I made Kerry aware that I needed big cocks from time to time, he was at first heartbroken. After some time, he admitted that he got off to thinking about me taking a big cock up my pussy. I had given him sloppy seconds and even had him eat me after I had fucked another guy. To make sure that we could develop our relationship, I informed him of my big cock fetish.
Once we cleared the air on that account, he readily accepted the fact that I loved seeing his hard cock in my panties. He not only grew to love that, he also accepted my desire for him to shave his pubic hair and legs. When we lay in bed after sex, I just love our hairless legs intertwined while I rub his flaccid cock through his panties. To top it off, he has a nice round ass. He is shorter than me by an inch. That may be another reason why he was so accepting of my leadership of our sex life.
He being so inexperienced sexually when we met, Kerry was like a clean slate. He learned to eat my pussy the right way and was open to critique and suggestions afterward. The fact that he will eat his cum from my pussy makes it so much better. He will suck my pussy and lick my clit before we have sex and then eat his cum afterwards. I can have orgasms both before and after actual intercourse.
After we agreed on our FLR relationship, I would tell him beforehand if I was going to fuck a guy with a big cock. As I had said before, I had a knack for picking out guys who had big cocks. I didn't always hit it right, but usually. I fucked the average and small dicked guys anyway. Sometimes a situation would come up where the guy and I just clicked and we would have sex before I had a chance to inform Kerry. I would call him immediately after the guy and I parted to let him know I had just been fucked. I would tell him all about the encounter and how well-endowed the lover was. I would tell him how many times the guy had made me cum or how much cum was in my pussy. If we could arrange it, I would meet up with Kerry soon afterward to give him his creampie. I never failed to cum when he was eating cum from my pussy. Whether it was his sperm or my recent lover's, the idea of Kerry servicing my pussy just made me so hot and ready to cum.
At first after we had the discussion of my other lovers, I would have sex with a hung stud and Kerry and I would hang out and have sex immediately afterward. This left quite a lull after my fuck buddy left and when Kerry would come over. I wanted him to have a full creampie and not have to wait so long. The only way I could figure for this to happen was for Kerry to be present or at least in the other room while I had sex.
Just after graduation, Kerry asked me to marry him. I grilled him about my 'outside' sex interest and asked him if he could continue to accept my guidelines after marriage. He assured me that the extra lovers in our relationship had not tarnished our friendship and what was more, he said that he thought that it enhanced our relationship. He fully accepted his role as a cuckold. We even enjoyed stories on the net that described this type of relationship. We got some really good ideas of some exciting scenarios that other couples engaged in. Even the fiction stories were so erotic that we agreed to try out some of the ideas.
We had a medium sized wedding. We both had gotten good jobs after graduation. In fact, we were both hired by the companies where we had done our internships. Or starting salaries were good compared to some of our friends'. We had good benefits and good vacation allowances. Eventually this led to some vacations in very nice places. We continued our 'cuckold' relationship. I even encouraged Kerry to find a fuck buddy himself. I offered to find him a girlfriend for sex. I thought it would be hot to come home to him after I had been fucked and taste another woman on his pretty cock. He said he appreciated the offer but he would rather remain my cuckold. If anything, he became even more submissive sexually after we got married. He would ask to shave my legs and pussy for me. He even loved painting my toenails. Of course, he continued wearing my panties. We even shopped for panties together. One of our favorite 'arguments' was when we each claimed the same pair of panties to wear. He loved to wear my panties that I had worn all day at work. I would come home and slip the sexy undies down and give them to him. He would strip down right there and take his panties off. (Yes, he was in panties full time. He only had two pair of briefs just in case he had a medical appointment or had to travel.) He would hand them to me to put in the laundry while he slipped my 'used' panties over his hard cock. Many nights, he would delay taking a shower, instead wanting to savor my aroma arising from the heat he was exuding in my 'used' pair. Knowing this, I would finger myself on the way home to start leaving him my juices.
As I decreased his blow jobs, he didn't seem to mind that much. He seemed to be content eating my pussy and sucking my clit to get me off. I decided to add a little spice to keep him interested. I would let him fuck me and before he came, I would get off him and titty fuck his dick. While pushing my D cups together I would let the pretty pink head of his cock move up nearly to my chin and then back into my cleavage. It really drove him wild and I thought he enjoyed this more than a blow job. I tried to time his movement so he would cum deeply into my cleavage. Occasionally I mistimed him and he shot all over my face. It didn't matter because I fed him his cum back anyway. I really liked feeling him licking the batter off my boobs the most.
After college, we were very busy with our new jobs and right at first our 'cuckolding' was hard to arrange. It was not like college where I could find a guy to fuck me in five minutes. We still regaled each other with our previous encounters. I would recount which of my lovers had the largest cock. Sexually, I seldom gave him a blow job. That was part of the plan. He ate my pussy almost every time we had sex. For him, when we did not have intercourse, I would tease his cock and ass through his panties. Over time we both gravitated to sexier panties. He loved the see-through type and so did I. Anytime I could see his beautiful cock through the panties, I was excited. I especially liked to see him cum in those transparent ones. His cock would throb and spurt inside those panties while some of his sperm leaked through. I would suck this up and snowball it back to him.
With this becoming a bigger part of our sex lives, I decided to see if he was open to a little more feminization. I didn't want to push him but I was curious. He just loved to please me. He was then using a depilatory cream on his legs and always shaved his cock and balls. I got him to shave his underarms and what little chest hair he had. He was then hairless below the top of his head. I usually rubbed him down with moisturizing cream at night and paid careful attention to his beautiful dick. One night I asked him to wear one of my teddy gowns while we fucked. He didn't hesitate. It was one of the best orgasms I had on his cock. I guess it is not just the size of the cock that matters to me. A lot has to do with the exciting lead up to the actual fucking. I let him know many times over how hot he was wearing my gown and fucking me hard and fast.
As work became more routine, we both wanted to start escalating the cuckold lifestyle. I didn't want to have sex with anyone we knew or that I worked with. Occasionally, I would go to a bar or club and get picked up. I would call Kerry and tell him where I would be and who I was with. Afterward, I would go home and fill him in on the details. One time I hooked up with a black guy who, it turned out did not have a big cock. He filled me full of cum and that was nice. But I didn't orgasm. (Size queen syndrome). That time I told Kerry that the black guy had a nine-inch cock that was very thick. It didn't matter. He seemed to relish the thought of a huge cock tearing away at my pussy. It being a black guy made him even more excited. I thought that this little fib would re-enforce the myth about black men. Given my talent for picking up big cocks, I found that most of the black men I picked up were indeed above normal in size. Luckily, I happened onto a few who were massive. The largest white guy I let fuck me was nowhere near the size of the black guys.
It was becoming obvious to me that if I picked up a black guy, my chances of getting a big cock increased considerably. I had no problem with fucking white or brown men. If I knew that they had large cocks, it was easy. I was pretty discreet when I did this. I didn't want to frequent the same places too often and become known as a slut. I guess I am a slut but I have too much to lose if I let it get out of control. The quick fucks were good because I got to share the details with my husband. However, it did leave a little to be desired. I wanted Kerry to enjoy the actual fucking also. Sure, we fucked a lot but talking about a guy in the past or more especially one I had just fucked seemed to get Kerry's motor running at high speed.
Variety was the highlight of our sexual relationship. It was role playing. It was straight fucking. It was having him please me while I denied him access to my pussy. Mutual masturbation. Dressing him in my lingerie. Keeping him smooth. It was mostly my choice how I wanted to have sex. Or not have sex for that matter. He had trouble watching me masturbate or use one of my dildos while I made him stand fully clothed at the end of the bed. By then, he was always in panties and I alternated complimenting him on how he looked and talking down to him about being a sissy. He seemed to like the light humiliation but I watched for signs of him tiring of the role playing. Outside of sex, our relationship was quite normal. We talked about everything. Our social plans. Finances. Vacations. I made sure not to humiliate him when we were not having sex. I made absolutely certain that I would never humiliate him in public. In fact, I took on the role of a doting wife when we were out with friends. It was not an act, even. I truly love Kerry.
Picking up guys in bars soon became blasé. We both wanted to further the excitement. It wasn't like we did this weekly or even monthly. It was a spicy addition to our sex life. We were going to go further away from home to raise the limit a little. If we went fifty miles or more away, we agreed that we would get a hotel room beforehand. We both knew that finding a guy to fuck me while Kerry watched was not going to be easy. It would be up to me to get the guy hot enough to go along with it. It took a few dry runs before we were able to play out our new scenario.
We decided to go to a club but separate soon after we got there. It would be a short drive back to our hotel. If we struck out again, we would still have rabid sex by ourselves. On this night I spotted a nice-looking guy that appeared to be several years younger than us. He was over six feet tall and chiseled. But he seemed to be too cool or waiting for the right girl to come along. I was dressed in a red dress with plenty of cleavage showing. If I raised my arms too high, my thong would show. I wore a pair of 'fuck me' stilettos. I 'accidently' let the sexy red thong show for some quick glimpses if anyone was looking. According to Kerry later on, I had plenty of observers. Anyway, Mr. Cool Stud eventually approached me and asked me to dance. I accepted. We danced a few dances and I made sure to get very close to him with my boobs or ass. I noticed a good bulge in his trousers. He was a white guy, so I was taking a chance on getting an average cock.
When the music changed to something a little slower, we embraced and he kissed me on the lips. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and pulled him closer. His cock was pressing into my stomach.
