This, like all my stories, is 100% true, it has not been invented, exaggerated or embellished in any way. It serves as a gentle introduction to some harder true stories which I will be sharing over time. I hope you enjoy. I am also British by the way, so I use language like snogging for French kissing and knickers for panties...
When I was 20 my first long term girlfriend cheated on me. We'd been together for four years, and frankly we should've broken up after about two. The first few years were brilliant, but when the relationship had run its natural course, we were both too young and needy to be single, we thought we'd never find another love again, so we dragged it on until the point where we argued all the time and both ended up cheating. I remember her telling me, and I was angry and jealous, yet also strangely turned on, and we had very hot sex after she'd told me the details. I guess that's what started it.
I'm not a cuckold in the traditional sense as I don't enjoy playing a submissive role myself, and I don't get off on my partner being dominant either. I am a tall, relatively good looking guy, not particularly in shape, nor particularly out of shape, with a good sized (though not huge) cock, 7 inches and nice and straight. I've certainly never had any complaints. I like to be the dominant one in the bedroom, but it is a huge turn on for me to think of my partner being fucked hard by other guys. I like the power play of her being someone's sex toy, especially as in our normal relationship, outwith the bedroom, we are very much equals and in love. It makes it hotter in the bedroom when I am in control and she is the little slut that does as I desire, and all the better if her body is also used for the enjoyment of other dominant men.
It's not that I'm particularly gay or bi either. I don't fancy other guys, I wouldn't want to kiss them or date them or sleep with them, but cocks and cum are a turn on, that's why, like most men, I prefer porn with fucking in it rather than just the boring fake lesbian stuff. Maybe you could say I was orally bi, but who needs a label. Either way I'm open minded enough not to care what anyone thinks, and as I've got older I just think it's a waste of time being a macho twat, who are they trying to impress anyway?
Sharing my partner has become my kink, but I haven't had much chance to enjoy it over the years. I have had a few long relationships, but mostly they have loved me too much to want to cheat (how boring!) but it's all good, I wouldn't have changed them and they were special times in my life when they lasted, but ultimately they didn't work out.
At the time I met Louise, I had been single for a couple of years and was enjoying life to the max. I had several lovers and playmates on the go, but no steady girlfriend, and went on lots of dates through Tinder, usually ending up in bed with most of them. She was in a similar position having been through a long and difficult relationship and was making the most of being single, with a few guys on the go. This suited us perfectly, as there was no pressure and neither of us were looking for anything serious.
What made her stand out from the crowd was that I felt I could totally relax and be myself with her. I felt completely at ease in her company and we laughed a lot together, I loved her sense of humour and her warm, friendly demeanour. But oh my god, the sex. We had explosive sex, I've never felt chemistry like that with anyone, and she felt the same with me. Our bodies just seemed to communicate perfectly in their own innate way. And she is gorgeous -- 5 foot eight, a round, cute, young looking face with big eyes, big red frizzy hair that looks very eighties, and curvy little body, chubby enough to give the maximum sensual enjoyment but not too fat, with a big round bum and enormous breasts -- at 34H you can't miss them. Her body is just made for sex. She wears floaty, summery, floral dresses and with her hair she looks very bohemian. She isn't a total slut though she has a naughty side. She almost looks classy, but the tits give it away -- you can't be demure with tits like that. For me she was absolutely perfect, and one evening, after our fourth or fifth date, as we lay in bed curled up together, I realised that I was starting to fall in love with her.