HOW IT ALL STARTED - MY DECENT, FROM STUD TO CUCKOLD!
PART 1
My name is Iain, I am sixty years of age and this happened when I was thirty years of age and my wife was twenty seven. The next few stories are my real life actual occurences as I can recall them as near to accuracy as time allows.
If stories of cuckolding disgust you or you don't like them please do not read this. Go to the genre you do like. This is a 100% true story as it happened and ended!
I suppose my cuckold experience started long before I was married, I used to read porn magazines and enjoyed all the stories of men who liked to watch their unfaithful partners. It was them that made me masturbate the hardest. It was only when I was married I realised how much I enjoyed being a cuckold. To begin with I was the one doing the cuckolding, a friend's wife was a bloody nymphomaniac, she just screwed anything with a cock. I fucked her for a good year at least three times a week, in their marital bed.
Being a young hot bloodied male, in my sexual prime so to speak, I loved the thought that he was downstairs listening, as I banged the fuck out of his wife. Her moans and yells were probably being heard next door by their neighbours as well, she really was a little slut. But being eighteen I didn't care I was just enjoying fucking as any teen male would.
I'd be whistling to myself, grinning as I thought about what I was going to do to James's slut of a wife, all my spare time during, after work, and at night while knocking one out at the memories, planning on my next visit. Christ when I'd arrive at the door he would open it and say;
"come in please sir, my wife awaits your cock in our bed". James would say, his head bowed down and his hand showing me the way in, almost butler like. Man I used to laugh at him, what a wimp!.
As soon as I was in the door, the neighbours curtains twitching as I entered, he'd say;
"Go on upstairs, please fuck her till she asks you to stop"
I'd just smile, walk upstairs as he stood watching me climb up to what he wasn't allowed to touch. I'd go on up and she would be laying there, either naked or dressed in her cut out bra, crotchless knickers, suspenders and stockings and her favourite red stilettos all the while smiling at me and licking her lips. Then she'd say;
"Come on, fuck me!.. Iv'e waited long enough, use your whore any way you want...I want cock and all the cum you can give me!"
My clothes would be off in seconds, I'd be on the bed, mauling and pulling on her tits, stretching her nipples as far as they would go. Slobbering all over them. Covering her neck, tits and inner thighs in hickies to mark the fact I had fucked her again. One hand would be down rubbing her hairless mound before I'd slip one, two then three or four fingers into her dripping wet cunt, all the time telling her what a slut she was.
Fiona would moan, groan and gasp as I fingered her, rubbing her clit which was hard and big almost like a small penis. Shed be telling me how good it was to have a nice cock fucking her, and how pathetic her husband James was. Then she would yell downstairs to him, saying:
"I hope you can hear you pathetic bastard, he's going to fuck me good and proper!"