If you've read the account of the first time my (then) future wife cuckolded me (
Laurie and George
), you might remember that it was a night of many firsts for both of us – physically and emotionally. What indirectly led to her sleeping with my friend was a story she related to me a few weeks before that fateful day about being approached by several guys in the parking lot between her dorm room and the gymnasium at the small college we were both attending.
It was early during a warm fall evening and she was on her way to play volleyball in an intramural league, dressed to play in extremely short nylon shorts, which showed off her long, shapely legs in the best possible way, and a loose tank-top over her sports bra. (It was a necessity – her 34B breasts were round and firm and she wanted them to stay that way!) Halfway across the lot, she was suddenly surrounded by three black fraternity guys from a large university located nearby. She told me they were laughing and smiling, maybe a little drunk, but she didn't feel threatened at all. Two of the young men told her that they were celebrating the third guy's birthday – and they thought she should give him a nice birthday kiss.
The first time she told me about this, she said that it just seemed 'easier' at the time to just kiss him than to start hassling about it. My cock was harder than it had ever been as she told me about it. Several years later, when we were talking about it one night, she told me that she hadn't been exactly truthful with me. It turned out that when she was invited to give him a kiss, she really looked at him closely for the first time. She told me he was a gorgeous man and so sexy and there was nothing that she wanted to do more at that moment than slip into his arms and press her lips to his. She did.
He was, at that point, the best kisser that she ever made out with. She told me, that second time we discussed it, that as soon as his lips touched hers, she was lost. While his friends surrounded them, she let his tongue into her mouth...and his hands into her shorts and on her bra. When she admitted it all, including the fact that he fingered her to a climax, right in the middle of the parking lot, I think I came without touching myself. She said it was so hard to keep her commitment to her team that night, but she finally ended their kiss. She said he invited her back to their fraternity house, but she told them she couldn't make it that night.
But at the time, her initial description of what happened was enough to make me tent my pants – and she was quick to notice. She was surprised that my reaction was to be turned-on instead of displaying anger or jealousy. She asked me if I would have been angry if she had gone with them instead of playing in the gym. I couldn't answer – my heart was beating too fast and my mouth was too dry to speak. But she figured out my answer and laughed when she squeezed the lump in my pants.
A few weeks later, I introduced Laurie to my friend, George, in the Student Lounge of the school. George was taking post-grad night classes and just happened to be there during the daytime class hours. She was extremely flattered by his attention and he promised to ask us to dinner at his downtown high-rise apartment as soon as he could. Within about two weeks, as the night lights of the city illuminated his living room, I watched my future wife have sex with another man for the first time. I found out that the reality was so much more intense than the fantasy and I loved every minute of it – even the horrible times that I felt so jealous and betrayed – as I watched him slide his long, curved prick into my girlfriend...and watched her tilt her hips and offer him her open pussy for his pleasure. She found out that she enjoyed providing me pleasure by embarrassing and humiliating me while fucking another man.
But this story is not about her long-lasting affair with George. He was never around during the day, and almost all the times they were together were in private. When I was there, they delighted in tormenting me, making me their virtual slave. But there was never any kind of public acknowledgement of their relationship. That came sometime later – when she cuckolded me again with the help of another student at the school.
If you don't recall, the school we were attending was a teaching college – about 500 students and only ten percent male. And of that group of about fifty, only ten percent of us were primarily straight. Brad Nelson left no doubt about his sexual orientation. He was gorgeous – but there was nothing soft or feminine about him at all. Just under six feet, he was a perfectly formed 190 pounds of muscle and sinew. He had a model's face, an athletic physique, and straight, white teeth behind his warm smile. He was a talented musician and he was one of the brighter fellows I'd come across at the school. We would share a coffee and some conversation around a table in the Student Lounge if we both happened to be there. He was at the school to get a degree in primary education – he wanted to teach music and physical education...that would allow him to pursue his music at night without stress from a daytime job.
By that time, Laurie and I were engaged; the school was so small that everyone knew about it – students and faculty alike. Everybody was used to seeing Laurie and I together – in classes, the cafeteria and her dorm. If we were in the lounge it was generally at the center table, a big round affair that comfortably sat our 'core' group of about ten close friends. (Mostly girls, of course, but Laurie and I socialized with most of them and their boyfriends. At the time, none of them had any idea about the changing nature of our developing sexual relationship.)
But there were also plenty of times that she was in the lounge with just Brad and me and she happily joined in our chat sessions. The two of them were friendly, but there was never even a hint of flirting between them – until I introduced him into our pillow talk one night as a possible object of her growing lust. She was still very excited every time she saw George, but those times were few and far between.
