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My fiance and I had been discussing the possibility of me fucking another man for years. His cuckolding fantasy was something we had discussed and he had fantasised about openly for the duration of our relationship. Coming up to our six year anniversary, we decided to give it a shot.
I wasn't particularly sure how to go about finding someone to have sex with. Until now, I had always been in a relationship when I had sex and had never set out to find a man for the explicit purpose of fucking. It soon came to me though - the wonderful world of the internet.
So, there I was with pages of google results for "no strings sex" in front of me. In my research I then discovered that the easiest way to meet men for no strings fucking was on swingers sites, where single men are ripe for the picking.
Finding a free site, I clicked the link, had a little browse around and decided to sign up for an account. I was faced with a few options though, should I sign up as a single female or a couple? Couple, I decided. Although my fiance had expressed his fantasy as being for me to go out and get fucked then come home and tell him, I hoped to talk him round to being involved.
Within a few hours I had my first few messages. The profiles of these men were certainly interesting; most boasting some impressive photos of their cocks and - for the most part - very fit bodies.
Chatting back and forth with a few men, I started to feel very turned on. The chat was almost purely sexual as I talked to men about how they would like to fuck me. After a few days I added some private photographs to allow me to send them to men I felt I would possibly like to meet. I was nervous about doing this, as I didn't have the best body in the world. After growing a massive bump during pregnancy and then 14 months of breastfeeding, my tummy and breasts weren't as flat or pert as they used to be. However, I figured if I was going to finally meet these men, they should at least know what I looked like.
At 5 foot 3 I'm fairly short. My curvy, size 16 figure didn't help me to feel any better about my body. However I was confident in my breasts, still a 36FF and although not pert, they felt and looked good. My brown hair and blue eyes gave me an innocent look and I only just looked my 23 years.
The men I seemed most drawn to while chatting were all older, around 35. Old enough to just want to fuck was my thinking. And they were mostly married with children. Another factor that would ensure the no strings nature of any possible meetings. I initially felt some guilt, as though I should have some inbuilt feeling of female solidarity. But that was soon pushed aside by realisations that these women were obviously not giving their husbands what they wanted.
After some chatting and exchanging of photos with a few men, I talked to my fiance again, telling him what I had been up to and it led to me getting fucked like never before. He was so hard at the thought of what I could be saying to these men, so I told him. All the ways the men told me they would lick me, bite me, spank me, stroke me and fuck me. How they told me they'd like to be licked, sucked, stroked and fucked by me. He came hard hearing how I would love to swallow another man's cum.
Talking after this passionate fuck on the living room floor, he told me to go for it. To meet another man and fuck him. Then come home and tell him about it.
I felt my pussy respond in a way I didn't know possible. Over the past week or so the chats with the men had made me feel similar to this, just not as intense. The longing feeling in the pit of my stomach, the deep pulling in my pussy, the instant wetness that flooded my knickers whenever I received a thoroughly filthy message. That was how I felt at that moment, but even more so. Being given permission to fuck someone else was a very strange, yet incredibly hot feeling.
With permission granted I set about arranging a meet. I chose one of the first men I had spoken to and had a meet arranged that then fell through at the last minute - the complications of wanting to fuck married men really. So I went onto the next man I had been chatting to.
I had been speaking to him for a couple of weeks on and off. If I'm being completely honest with myself, he scared me a bit. His messages quite often came across aggressive and arrogant. He was very turned on by the cheating aspect to his behaviour and also if the woman he was meeting was cheating then even better. He was what would be called a bull. Yet there was something incredibly sexy about him. He had been somewhat wary with me, not fully trusting me at first (because of lots of fake profiles on the site) but eventually he sent me a message and gave me his phone number, telling me to phone him.
I felt very nervous, but managed to dial the number, wetting my lips as he answered.
His voice was exactly as I had thought it would be - dominant, deep and with a hint of aggression. We spoke for a while, just some relatively normal chat, every now and then descending into something incredibly dirty. My knickers were soaking within a few minutes, just hearing his voice and thinking of all the things he had said he would do to me. He asked about why I was on the site and if I loved my fiance. I explained the situation to him. He said he loved his wife very much, but she didn't like to fuck the way he did. She liked to make love. He liked to fuck. Hard. And rough.
Hearing those words made me slip my hand into my trousers, rubbing my clit through my knickers. He heard me gasp as I came in contact with it. He asked if I was rubbing my cunt, which I confirmed with a yes and a moan. He called me a dirty slut, which only elicited another moan.
This had been the general content of our messages - I had told him how I longed to be fucked so hard I screamed, verbally abused for being such a slut and enjoying it. I wanted to be spanked, hard. Harder than my fiance ever could because he always held back for fear of hurting me.
We chatted some more on the phone, alternating between dirty and normal chat. After hanging up, he messaged me on the site, telling me he was pleasantly surprised by how I sounded and that he definitely wanted to fuck me now. That message made me breathless.
A couple of days later we were messaging and he suggested meeting that morning. At first I was reluctant. Scared even. I was scared of him turning up and finding me unattractive. Scared of his arrogance and aggressive attitude. But I decided, why not? I managed to convince my friend to take my toddler to soft play for a few hours, pretending I had housework to do. That left me half an hour to ready myself. I showered, shaved my legs and trimmed my pubic hair. I washed my hair carefully. Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and dressed in my most sexy outfit. He had said he wanted me in a skirt. I quickly decided he wasn't the type of man to defy and found a black dress I'd worn for some interviews. I rolled on a pair of black hold ups, followed by a small pair of black, lace edged knickers and a black, balconette bra which pushed my breasts up and made them look very enticing. Pulling the dress over my head, I quickly dried my hair, moisturised my face and smoothed on a light layer of foundation. I've never been one for making a lot of effort, preferring the natural look and I wasn't going to change that.
I sat nervously waiting with a glass of water, trying to keep calm. I read back his last message in which he explained just how he would make my nerves and his nerves disappear. I couldn't quite believe anyone could be so forward as he was suggesting. I was soon to be proven wrong.
The doorbell rang, sounding so loud to my nervous ears. I answered the door and stood in front of me was a very nice looking man. Older, but he didn't look 35. Inviting him in, I stood back to let him pass me, my pussy tingling at the thought of what were about to do. I closed the door as he asked how I was. I replied in a very shaky voice that I was nervous, as I turned to face him. He motioned for me to come closer, so I did. He put his hand on the back of my head, weaving his fingers into my hair and pulled me even closer to him and kissed me. My bottom lip was quivering with nerves, but soon stopped as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, pulling me harder into him, his other hand on my thigh, under my dress, stroking the top of my hold ups. I moaned into his mouth, he commented that I didn't seem nervous to him then asked where I wanted to go.
