This story contains interracial sex, cuckoldry, and a cheating wife. If these things are upsetting to you, please don't read this story and waste your time kink-shaming me. This story is fiction, so please don't send me messages criticizing my behavior or giving me marital advice. But I will say this in response to my readers who say that the lack of condoms make my stories seem unrealistic. In my own experience, I've had a lot of risky, unprotected intercourse, so it's realistic to me. Of course, I shouldn't have had unprotected sex, I'm ashamed that I did, and I'm lucky to have escaped bad consequences, and absolutely, you should use condoms when having sex, especially with strangers.
The first time I cheated on my husband was just about a year and a half after we were married. At that time, I had no idea that I could be capable of such a thing. First of all, I had convinced myself that I wasn't that sexual of a person. I had difficulty getting stimulated for sex with my husband Grant. Even with foreplay, I couldn't get aroused enough so that we could have vaginal intercourse. When we did have sex, I had to use a lot of lubricant to make it work.
It wasn't that I was against the idea of sex. I liked the idea of sharing intimacy with another person. But it just seemed as if my plumbing wouldn't cooperate. We had gotten to the point where Grant suggested that I seek some medical or psychological help.
I know that it was frustrating for Grant, but he had been dealing with it for a while since we had been going out for two years before we got married. There was nothing wrong with Grant, who is an attractive Asian guy who I really love. In all other respects, our relationship was great. I chalked it up to a low sex drive, and a lack of interest in sex generally on my part. My attitude was, what's the big deal about sex anyway?
I would feel bad about my ineptitude in bed when I would think about Grant's ex-girlfriend, Cindy. Cindy was slinky and voluptuous in a way that I was not. I could easily see how she had probably fulfilled my husband's sexual desires in a way that I hadn't able to. Those thoughts would often motivate me to try harder in bed, but to no avail.
My first time with someone else came completely out of the blue. It occurred at an office retreat that my company has every year. It was at a resort a couple of hours away from our company headquarters. On the second night of the retreat, after an evening of Karaoke and drinking, I found myself sitting next to Ryan, a guy I didn't know that well. He was tall, handsome and well-built, probably a couple of years older than me. There had been some light flirting going on between us earlier in the evening, but it wasn't anything serious or inappropriate.
But then, at one point, he leaned over and said to me: "I'm gonna fuck your married Asian pussy tonight." In his voice was a bit of belligerence mixed in with a lot of entitlement. I laughed it off, but felt a jolt of arousal go up my spine. No one had ever talked to me like that before, and it triggered something in me. Later, when he was sitting across from me, he would nudge my foot occasionally, and our eyes would meet. Each time he looked at me, I would feel that jolt, as if my body were buzzing. At one point, he leaned over the table and said, "You know I'm gonna fuck you whether you want to or not." Something about his macho forwardness made me feel like I could not resist.
I don't know why the idea of being with him made my heart race, although sex hadn't been able to move me in any way before. I couldn't stop looking over at him over the next half hour or so. He saw me looking at him and moved back over to sit next to me. He massaged my leg with his hand and said, "I mean it, let's go up to my room." As he said it, he grabbed my arm, and held it firmly as if he wasn't going to let go.
I nodded, okay, and we slipped out of the bar together. I don't know why I acquiesced to him--it was so out of character for me. I didn't think I was capable of doing such a thing, but I felt like I had no choice but to do as I was told. By the time we got into the elevator, I was tingling all over. He kissed me hard in the elevator, and explored the insides of my mouth with his tongue.
By the time we got to his room, my panties were soaking wet. That was new for me. I don't know if I'd ever been that wet. He expertly stripped my clothes off, and without any foreplay, plunged his cock into me. Despite its relatively large size, it worked its way into my pussy painlessly, even though it was clearly larger than Grant's cock.
"Oh my god," I exclaimed as it opened me up in a way that I had never been stretched before. They were words of surprise. Surprise that his cock went inside me so easily, and surprise that it felt so good. There wasn't anything special in the way he fucked me at first, but sex with him felt so different to me. I guess it wasn't so much him, as it was me that was opening up for him in a way that I never did for my husband. Even at my most aroused state with Grant, my pussy was never this wet or pliable.
"Fuck, that's good," Ryan said. "I love tight Asian pussy." He didn't have a condom on, and I didn't care. It was a sexual awakening for me. Now I finally saw what the big deal with sex was.
"God, yes, fuck me," I said, gripping him tightly against me. HIs body was muscled and as hard as his cock. "Oh god, I want you." Not only had I never verbalized those thoughts during sex, I had never thought them. I literally didn't know that sex could be like this.
He then fucked me in positions I had never tried before. It was not the sex that I was used to. But my female parts were no longer dysfunctional, and it was like they had, for the first time, come to life. Every single thing we did was like a revelation to me. At one point, he pushed my head down to his cock, and although I had given my husband head before, this felt so different. Having his big White cock in my mouth, dripping with my juices aroused me all over again.
"Suck on that dick," Ryan said, but I needed no encouragement. I had previously been a little shy about oral sex, but this time, I was hungry to have it in my mouth, so eager to please him. The idea of being willing to do anything to sexually satisfy a man never felt so arousing.
He returned the favor, and I almost came. I have a hard time orgasming, even when I masturbate, but he brought me close. Afterwards, he had me sit on his cock, and that's a position I'm not that fond of, because if you're not turned on, it doesn't work that well. This time, I couldn't get enough of him as I bounced on his stiff cock until he came.
As I crept back to my room in the middle of the night, I still felt a little like I was walking on a cloud. I know this sounds bad, but whatever guilt I might have felt was overwhelmed by a sense of sexual wellbeing.
The next day, I wanted more of Ryan's cock, but I didn't see him anywhere. I was amazed at my transformation. Just the day before, I had been frigid and unresponsive--practically a nun--and now I was wandering in the lobby with an insatiable craving, desperately looking for the man who had done this to me. Later in the day, another guy, Andrew came up to me and asked if I would be up for some action. I had never met this guy before.
"What do you mean?" I said, taken aback.
"Ryan said you might be willing to have some fun with a guy like me," he replied.
"What do you mean by a guy like you?" I asked.
"Big, white, mean," he said. "Really big."
"Where's Ryan?" I asked.
"Forget about Ryan," he replied. "He went home early."
I looked at him for a moment, then surprised myself by saying, "Alright." We agreed to meet after the evening's festivities. But as the day went on, I was hesitant about going through with it. I had a craving for sex after the night with Ryan, but two different men in one weekend seemed extreme for someone like me who had slept with a total of two people before this. And I didn't know this guy at all, and there was something a little off about him, I thought.
I could have just blown him off, but he didn't seem like the kind of man you want to just ignore, so I found him later to tell him I'd changed my mind.
"About tonight," I said. "Maybe it's better if we don't."
