How did ladies feel after their first cuckolding experience

How did ladies feel after their first cuckolding experience

 

I don’t remember if I’ve written about the first time I cuckolded my husband, Tom. If I’m repeating myself, please move on to near the bottom where I answer the actual question above. I’m writing the whole thing (maybe again?) because I think it will give help give context to the answer.
I was always the flirty type, never tried to hide it, and I still flirted with guys even after I was married because it was fun and I enjoyed it. My husband knew it, and only later did I find out he was actually fine with it. I never cheated though, but I admit I had a lot of fantasies. After around two years of marriage, one day Tom and I were at the beach and we stopped to get some drinks from this little stand. We sat down and before long this guy, Dan, walked over and sat down at the stool next to mine. He was wearing only swim briefs, and his bulge was so huge (and still soft at that) I couldn’t take my eyes off his it. Tom, who I didn’t think was watching that close, told me later that he thought I was going to “go catatonic” from lust. That’s one of his favorite things to say now.
Other than to say “Hi”, I’d never talked to Dan before, but I’d seen him around, and I knew a little about him from from a female acquaintance who knew his story. He was in his mid to late twenties (around my age at the time), recently divorced, and starting to date again. He spent a lot of time at the beach, and had an apartment not far from there.
Dan and I started talking and flirting with each other. If he realized I was with Tom, it didn’t matter to him. We exchanged phone numbers. I’d done this with other guys, and always gave them a fake phone number myself, but I always kept their numbers (I never called one of them, but just the fact that I kept them tells me I probably couldn’t have remained monogamous much longer).
That night, Tom and I made love, and I tried to get into it, but as was almost always the case, I was faking it. I admit I was thinking about Dan from the beach. After Tom ejaculated, we had some pillow talk. He said, “I know I don’t satisfy you.” I said, “Don’t worry about it, you’re fine.” He said, “I want you to be honest. Have I ever made you come?” I told him I wasn’t comfortable with this conversation and to forget it. He kept asking though, and I finally admitted that no, he never had. Sometimes I’d get a small orgasm when he’d go down on me, but nothing like the kind I’d gotten from other, bigger, more skilled guys. I was angry with him for making me admit it, for making me hurt him. He said he wasn’t hurt though, and that he really needed me to keep being honest. He said he’d found my vibrators (I thought I had them well hidden). He said, “That’s the only way you can come, isn’t it?” I admitted it. I said, “Look, Tom, I can only fully orgasm vaginally, that’s not your fault, but it’s not mine either.” He said, “I know honey, I’m not blaming you, I love you. If you love somebody, you want them to be happy, to have the pleasure they need.” I can’t remember everything else we said, but he ended with, “I mean, if you strayed once in a while, I could live with that, as long as you still came home to me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I knew he liked hearing about my past encounters, but I saw it as just some added spice that helped him (and me) get off. When he said he was fine with it if I actually “strayed” I got worried. I thought all kinds of things, like he’s saying this because he’s got some girl himself, and if I sleep around, that will give him permission to do it. I came right out and asked him if there was someone else, and he said no, he didn’t want anyone else, ever. He just wanted me to be happy. I actually sort of believed him. I was pretty sure he was being honest. I still thought it was crazy and wrongheaded though, and I told him we were finished with this conversation.
In the following few days, he kept talking to me about it anyway. I didn’t say much, just listened, trying to figure him out. I finally felt like I could be more honest, and I told him that I sometimes kept the phone numbers that guys gave me, but that I’d never used them. He asked if I’d kept the beach guy’s number. I said yes, and Tom promised me he wouldn’t be mad or make me pay for it later if I called this guy. I felt really confused. On the one hand, I liked the idea of a traditional, monogamous marriage. On the other, I was desperate for sexual satisfaction, and I knew I had been fooling myself thinking that I could hold out forever. I don’t know even today whether it was Tom or my own desires that finally convinced me, but I made the call.

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Dan, the beach guy, was happy to hear from me. I asked him why he hadn’t called (of course I knew why) and he said he couldn’t get through. Tom pushed against me and listened in on the call, which made me nervous, but I didn’t say anything. Dan told me how great I looked that day in a string bikini, and told me I shouldn’t have run off like that. We bantered back and forth, and Tom was really enjoying it, which made me even more uncomfortable. Dan invited me to come over that evening, and I said yes. Tom was beside himself with happiness. I still felt strange about it all, not understanding why Tom was so glad about it.
It still makes me laugh to think how I dressed for that first date. From my conversation with Dan, I somehow got the impression he’d like me to dress in something casual but really skimpy and sort of retro trashy, so I chose white skin-tight short shorts with ultra sheer nude pantyhose, a red lacy crop tube top and a pair of my ever-faithful 4 inch pumps. Tom almost fainted when he saw me. He said, “You’re going to wear that?” I said, “Hey, this was your idea. Remember that. This will knock Dan’s eyes out. If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to make sure I get laid tonight.” Tom said to calm down, he wasn’t criticizing my outfit, he was just blown away. Before I left, I made him promise once more never to throw this up in my face. It was his idea to begin with. He promised, and although we’ve had plenty of rough spots since, he’s kept his word.
So I get to Dan’s and it’s a typical beach bum’s place. Clean, but definitely lived in. Dan opened the door, and he looked so sexy, standing there shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight jeans. His eyes did widen when he saw me. He led me in with his hand on my shoulder. He didn’t waste any time. He pulled me to him and we started kissing. God, it felt so good to feel a bulge like that getting hard against me. It had been so long, I couldn’t help doing what I did. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I’m fairly petite (but I had curves, and they were in the right places, if I do say so), and he held me and ground me into him as he walked me over to his bedroom. We probably broke some speed record getting my clothes off. I had brought condoms and planned to use them, but didn’t. I guess I had been desperate for so long, I just wanted to feel him bareback inside me. I didn’t make a habit of that in the future, however, although I admit I’d slip up sometimes. Anyway, once my clothes were off, Dan took his shorts off and threw me on the bed. I spread my legs and grabbed his waist with them again as soon as he was down over me. That was a mistake, because I had forgotten that I was no longer used to a man that big. Although I was soaking wet with excitement, my vagina started to spasm when he drove all the way in, and I was in pain for a few seconds. In no time though, my body was happily accomodating Dan. He hit places that hadn’t been touched since I was with my ex boyfriend, right before I met Tom. I groaned and grunted, I must have sounded totally slutty, but I didn’t care. It felt sooo good. Dan really knew what he was doing. He was in control, bringing me to the edge several times before I went over the top with the best orgasm I’d had in years. Just to feel a hard, skillful man against those places my husband could never reach was wonderful. He kept going and going, and took me over the edge a second time before I felt him speed up and and come deep inside me.
I lay there for a while feeling great, but soon I started to feel like I wanted to see Tom as soon as possible. Dan didn’t do anything to make me feel bad, but I left as soon as I could collect myself and stand up (lol, whatever else I was feeling, I really felt well fucked, for the first time in years). As I struggled to dress, I was inwardly cursing myself for doing this without a condom, for even doing it at all, really. At the same time, I felt so good, so relieved. Mixed emotions, without a doubt. I wanted to get home to Tom.

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When I walked in the door, Tom said I looked so beautiful, and that he loved me. I didn’t argue with him. I headed for the shower, but he took me by the arm and said he “just wanted to look at me”, and had me lie down flat on the bed. He looked me up and down, and said, “Your pantyhose are missing.” I said they were in my purse. He kept focusing on the crotch of my white shorts, which showed the camel toe of my puffy swollen labia and were stained because of my wetness and Dan’s leaking sperm. I felt embarrassed and thought, “Well, what do you expect, you know what I’ve been doing!” but I didn’t say it. Tom took off my shorts. He tried to go down on me but I said, “Wait, I need to shower!” He said that’s ok, stay put. That was one more thing I didn’t understand, but I didn’t stop him. I was too tired and satisfied. He kissed and licked me, and seemed to have a great time cleaning me. Sure, all righty then. I felt too tired to be surprised at anything by this point. I let Tom do his thing, went with the flow and relaxed, becoming listless and sort of happy, actually. I fell asleep and slept till morning.
Ok, here’s where I’ll finally answer the question.The next morning guilt reared its ugly head. It was a day off work for both of us, but I never stayed in the same room with Tom for long. He started to talk to me a couple times, but I kept away from him. That night Tom told me he wasn’t going to put up with the silent treatment much longer, which pissed me off. I got mad and told him this was his idea, and however I was acting was his fault. He said I knew better than that, that I wanted and needed what had happened. I don’t remember exactly what was said after that, but at one point I broke down and started sobbing, and asked him through my tears if he really thought we could make our marriage work after this. I told him I felt like something had died, and he said, “Something did die — a lie died. We were living a lie. You wanted a monogamous traditional marriage, but you’re not cut out for it. The longer you tried to convince yourself of it, the more frustrated and unhappy you became.” I said, “What about you then, you’re just going to stay faithful to me, is that it, and I’m supposed to believe you and not worry about it?” Tom reassured me he’d have no problem staying monogamous to me, no matter what, and that I would understand as time went on. I was really skeptical, but we “made up” and began talking again. I took things day by day and tired to keep busy, but it wasn’t long until I started daydreaming once more about sex with other guys. Tom could sense this, and began to once again reassure me that he only wanted to be with me and let me know that no matter what I did, he’d never throw it in my face later. In the days to come, Dan called me several times, but I decided that if I was going to do this again, I wanted someone new who didn’t already presume I wouldn’t insist on a condom. I wanted to be a little more prepared next time. My “straying” soon became a regular thing. I’ve already mentioned in other comments that things were definitely not smooth sailing from then on, but that night was a turning point for me, in terms of accepting who I was and what I needed to be happy.

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