My life as a swinger, wifesharer and cuckold #1

"What if this guy from the car pooling is a hottie?"
"It would be cool. If so, I'll hide and you take him home."

Imagine that your own girlfriend wants to ***** with the unfamiliar driver from the car pooling on a harmless ride. It happened to me–and many other things.

I bid you welcome to my book series "Aims to cause suffering – my life as a swinger, wife-sharer and cuckold."

With this works, I'm looking forward to taking all of you, who are interested, along on my erotic journey through my sexual life of the past twenty years. In this book series, I talk about my first steps as a swinger, my experiences as a wifesharer and my development into a cuckold.

Part 1 is now available on Amazon: The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

I will attach some pictures of the experiences described in the book..... and one Story out of Book number 1. Enjoy!!!

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It was summer by then. Not any summer, but the once-in-a-century summer of 2003. Caribbean temperatures were ruling over Germany for months, and I spent most of the time together with my best buddy on the bathing lake. I had just finished my first year of my training as a hotel clerk. I worked in the kitchen, and the breakfast service was my main field of responsibility; cutting cheese, boiling eggs, pouring out fruit salad into bowls, frying sausages–simply all kinds of tasks that have to do with the breakfast buffet and must be done by the kitchen staff. And due to the fact that I obviously did a pretty good job, I, as a trainee, was solely responsible for such things. Breakfast service meant getting up early, so that the alarm clock went off at four a.m. It was everything but easy for a late *****er like me. The early working hours, however, also meant that I could call it a day early and spent my time on the lake. And on days off from work, I always hung out with my best buddy Ben anyway. In that manner, a couple of weeks passed by in the midsummer of 2003.

One day, when we were at the bathing lake once again, I encountered Eva, my ex-girlfriend. As I was just on my way to the kiosk, she crossed my path. Eva was the second woman I had slept with back then. We had a brief love affair, before I made the acquaintance of Susi. She was a pretty girl, quite small, slim and my last partner with dark hair to date. Despite our separation, Eva and I still got along with each other well. We both had realized that we simply weren't a good match. It didn't mean, however, that we held a grudge against each other.

So, only the two of us stood about together at first, and Eva and I had a little chat about the things we had done after graduating from school. She told me about her studies, our old acquaintances and their lives.

A little later, Ben joined us, too. He also knew Eva very well from our time together and was glad to meet her. The three of us chatted for a little while. We talked about mutual friends, their professional careers and chatted about all the usual stuff when you haven't met for about two years.

A little later, Eva suggested going to her picnic area. She was in a group of boys and girls on the lake and wanted to introduce us to her friends. We followed her and spotted a group of about five or six people lying on their towels. Eva introduced us as good friends of hers. We shook hands with all of them. When I stepped up to the second person, I had already forgotten the name of the first one. But I didn't care anyway, because Ben and I didn't plan to make new friends. We simply wanted to be polite. However, when Eva introduced me to a certain Vanessa, it took my breath away at once. Vanessa was a very pretty woman. She was truly a dream woman in every respect. She was one year my junior, about 5.3 feet small, very slim and blonde, of course. Her shoulder-length hair was slightly curly. Her face was flawless and beautiful, and her gorgeous smile displayed pearly-white teeth.

Her black bikini revealed immediately that she did sports and was thoroughly fit. Her belly was very flat, her butt was hot and she had a décolleté you could sink into, literally. I couldn't avert my eyes from her anymore. She fascinated me.

After some small talk with all of the people present, Ben and I said goodbye to Eva and the other ones again and returned to our place on the lake. As soon as we had removed ourselves a bit from the group around Vanessa, Ben addressed me already, "Well, you feel attracted to her, don't you?"

Ben hadn't failed to notice that I had taken a liking to Vanessa. He knew my taste in women, after all.

"You'll never get her, she's out of your league," he said.

Harsh words from my best friend. However, I knew that he was right. That Vanessa was out of my league indeed. Susi was sweet, Eva as well, and the majority of all of my other ex-girlfriends and affairs were definitely attractive. I didn't have to conceal myself from any women, and I didn't look that bad either. Maybe I was a bit small for a man, and I also looked very young. However, I've always been slim, sporty, neat and tidy in appearance, well dressed. I had a quick tongue and a clear mind. But Ben was right. Vanessa actually seemed to be a level too high for me. She was the woman of my dreams, and it was likely that she would always remain a dream for ever.

Nevertheless, I turned to Eva and asked about her. It didn't hurt to ask, after all. Eva wasn't surprised that I, the old Casanova, had cast an eye on Vanessa. She had already almost expected that I would approach her in respect thereof, but she immediately let me know that there would be little hope of getting to know that blond beauty. Eva barely knew Vanessa, because a mutual friend had introduced her to my ex-girlfriend only the day I met her as well. All she knew about Vanessa was the fact that she lived close by, was a single and obviously attracted to a certain Andi. She didn't know anything else. She gave me Vanessa's phone number and wished me good luck with a wink.

I immediately got in touch with Vanessa, of course. I sent her a text message, because WhatsApp and so on still didn't exist at that time. To my surprise, Vanessa answered within the next twenty minutes. She remembered me, and it wasn't surprising, because we had met only the day before. She was nice but cold and distant. I tried to be charming, funny, not pushy, but nevertheless determined, interested, friendly, cool, but not out of touch with reality or superficial. It was everything but easy, considering the fact that I was exchanging messages with the most breathtaking woman I had probably ever met in my life yet. However, it seemed that I didn't behave stupidly at all. After acting cold and distant toward me, Vanessa came gradually out of her shell. We exchanged more and more messages via our cell phones during the following weeks, we deepened our conversations, and it was Vanessa who also got in touch with me more often. Furthermore, she replied to my messages right away most of the times. It was a good sign. Things were getting better and better. Ben almost couldn't believe that positive development. Despite all of that progress, it didn't come to a meeting in person, because Vanessa hadn't shown up on the bathing lake since our first encounter, and she also refused to make a date with me without anyone else around. She simply ignored my subtle requests and questions in respect thereof for the time being. I assumed that it was due to that guy by the name of Andi, but I didn't want to confront Vanessa with that issue straightforwardly. It was rather my intention to convince her of myself and to divert her attention from Andi instead of lining up behind him, so to say. So, we continued chatting eagerly. Furthermore, I kept trying to win her over by sending her text messages, and I continued to be friendly and showed an interest in her for many weeks. Eventually, however, I had enough of it and I began to lose interest in her. Chatting with her was nice, and I was glad that she communicated with me at all. On the other hand, I wanted more, after all, and I lost my patience soon. I asked her straightforwardly whether she would give me a chance of becoming her boyfriend. I had nothing at all to lose anymore, after all. I told her frankly and straightforwardly about my feelings. And Vanessa confessed to me that she was still into Andi. He had raised her hopes for weeks, but then abandoned her again in the end. She knew that he wasn't her Mr. Right. He had barely paid attention to her, so that she was gradually losing interest in him. She said that she liked me and considered my persistence as a good sign. I understood the meaning of Vanessa's words only to a limited extent. Out of the blue, however, she suddenly agreed to meet me spontaneously the next evening.

Ben was taken by complete surprise when I told him about my success. He almost couldn't believe it. And his statement, "A meeting at her place still doesn't mean a relationship" knocked me quickly out of the skies again. He was right. Maybe Vanessa had merely agreed out of pity. Maybe she wanted to see me for the sole purpose of teasing Andi a bit. I didn't want to get any hopes up. Nevertheless, I was on fire and extremely nervous when I arrived at Vanessa's place the next day. She lived with her ****** and her life companion. The two of them weren't at home, Vanessa and I were alone. We were sitting in her bedsit on the first floor. It was pretty small but stylishly furnished: a big wardrobe with mirrors, a white vanity table with a chair, a big futon bed with gray and white bedding and a black carpet on pale laminate. Single framed pictures were on the three white walls and on the light gray one. Due to exchanging text messages in the past few weeks, Vanessa and I had gotten to know each other better, so that it was quite easy to have a nice conversation. Furthermore, Vanessa was a big soccer fan, which made it considerably easier to talk with her, and for that reason, Vanessa seemed to me even more adorable. We talked about everything imaginable: we figured out whether we had mutual friends in our circles of acquaintances, chatted about soccer and vacations, school and professions. Vanessa was a biologist, but it somehow didn't suit her. However, she had thrilling anecdotes from her training in store. We laughed a lot and were very flirtatious with each other. At the same time, we sat on Vanessa's bed all evening. In doing so, we didn't at all reduce the distance of about five feet. We simply sat together and talked. I even didn't think of moving a bit closer to her. I simply didn't want to make any mistakes. But when I said goodbye to her at the entrance door late at night several hours later, it then came to an intensive kiss indeed. Vanessa had more or less taken the initiative. It simply happened so suddenly that I had to compose myself first while we were kissing. Vanessa was an incredibly good kisser. Of course she was, because Vanessa was good at everything she did. She smelled good, tasted good and kissed well, of course. She was passionate and cordial. She was so thrilling and mega sexy. I think I even trembled while kissing her, because I was so flabbergasted and tense. I had actually managed to convince this woman. Susanne was described by using the attributes sweet, attractive and nice. As far as Vanessa was concerned, those adjectives weren't sufficient anymore. Everyone who saw her used superlatives to describe her: hot, awesome, mega. Ben wouldn't believe me, and my other friends would go green with envy. This woman was a goddess and my girlfriend from now on. I almost couldn't believe it myself.

From this time on, I took Vanessa along wherever I went. She was among the spectators who watched my soccer matches, we had nights out, I introduced her to my family, and the two of us did a lot of things together. Basically, hardly a day went by without seeing each other. In the mornings, both of us pursued our training, and we spent our time together in the afternoons and evenings. We did the shopping together, cooked together, and she slept at my place most of the times. My small basement apartment was an ideal love nest for the two of us, so to say. It was like a relationship between adults. I was on cloud nine and over the moon. And I needed no person other than Vanessa, because she was sexually exactly as incredible as optically. Her breasts were great, a bust size 32B along with delicate nipples. Her butt was small and very firm. Her belly was completely flat, her legs were beautiful and slim, and she had beautiful long hair. To top it all off, she was very open-minded, curious and very difficult to satisfy when it came to sex. She lusted for it frequently. We had lots of fun and sex in abundance. We fucked almost every day, tried new positions and toys. She was fond of putting on lingerie and presenting herself to me in it. Our repertoire of hot outfits increased rapidly.

I was glad that I could gain some sexual experience with Susi, so that I wouldn't look like a green horn when I had sex with Vanessa. We made love everywhere and all the time. We were simply in tune with each other, and we both were interested in new adventures. We were young, after all, in love and open-minded.

Vanessa loved her body and liked to take erotic pictures of herself. So, more and more picture albums with her photos came into being in the course of time–in lingerie and naked. So that we could perform further photo sessions, we ordered new outfits all the time and looked for new, even more extraordinary locations. That way, pictures of her on highway bridges, in the sauna and on the lake came into existence. Taking photos of her in public gave us a certain thrill. The thought that anyone could see her in lingerie gave me a special kick in particular.

After the time of having a partiality for erotic pictures of Vanessa, we began to check out new places for having sex. We looked for diversion and found it at various locations. We enjoyed having sex in a parking lot, in the forest, on the lake, at a drive-in theater, gave each other a blowjob while one of us was driving and in a public theater. Vanessa and I loved to try out new things, but only the two of us for the time being. Vanessa didn't know anything about my experiences in the field of swinging and my cuckolding proclivities. And at the beginning of our relationship, I wasn't at all interested in deepening and expanding those experiences. She was everything I needed. Only one thing hadn't changed. After every new experience and every new adventure, I had to look for another kick. And eventually the moment came when we had almost tested all imaginable toys, settings, positions and lingerie. We got to the point where we began to look for new adventures.

Ben's girlfriend had left him a few days ago. His world had fallen apart, because he and Julia had been a couple for at least several years, and he still loved her very much. They had quarreled quite frequently, and I had never liked her very much, but Ben missed her endlessly in the first few weeks. I assisted him in his distress, of course. We did a lot of things together, we had long conversations and I tried to psych him up as best as I could. Ben wasn't an ugly guy. The opposite was true. He was a bit taller than I was, very slim and always neatly dressed. Due to his job, he earned good money and always wore mega stylish clothes. Moreover, he was athletic, went to the fitness center regularly and loved various ball sports as well. In general, he was a very adventurous, open-minded person. And after a couple of nice evenings out together with his buddies, he was in good spirits again and ready for new adventures.

During one of those boys nights out in question, the two of us approached the subject of a threesome. Ben knew, of course, that I had already gained some experience in sharing a bed with more than two or three people. He had always been skeptical toward that whole matter. For his part, in his relationships, it had always been out of the question to ask anyone else to take part in their sex life. He was old-fashioned in respect thereof, or he was probably simply jealous. So, he was accordingly completely "chaste" when it came to threesomes or foursomes. Due to the fact, however, that he was a single and had refrained from having sex for a longer time, his curiosity was suddenly aroused. He had no intention to have a threesome with me, but the idea of looking online for a couple while he was a single suddenly haunted his mind. So, he wanted to know from me how it was like when two men pampered a woman, where he could find couples and what he would have to pay attention to. To put it in a nutshell, Ben was in the mood for having sex, and he was suddenly very enthusiastic about having a casual date as a trio.

I spoke highly of my experiences and aroused Ben's curiosity. I told him about my evening at Katharina and Robert's place and how I met Ronja and Rick, for example. I was certainly no expert, but I knew at least enough to provide Ben with some insight. While I exploded in a torrent of words, literally, I was getting increasingly hornier. I imagined how it would be like, if my best buddy Ben and my girlfriend Vanessa would get intimate. I thought of a threesome with Ben and Vanessa. The mere thought made me extremely horny.

The next day, I couldn't let go of that imagination either. I pictured to myself how it would probably take place, whether it would affect our friendship and in particular what my girlfriend would say to it. I knew by then that Vanessa was very open-minded. We had at least tried out everything possible that two young people can try out as a twosome. She was everything but a prude or shy. She dashed across a highway rest stop to take some hot pictures. She had given me a hand job in a public theater. She was open-minded and sex-crazed. However, a third person had never come up for discussion. So, I didn't have a clue what she would say to it. And I was pretty agitated when I wanted to bring up that subject. I was very nervous, because I had never had such a conversation before in my life. But I wanted at least to give it a try. The thought of having the opportunity of watching Ben and Vanessa in bed made me simply too horny, and it haunted me for days. All of those cuckolding imaginations had resurfaced again. There it was again, my desire to share my own girlfriend, the wish to see her in the arms of someone else. The mere imagination that that unbelievingly pretty woman would be touched by another man turned me incredibly on. And the fact that the guy in question would be my best buddy increased my lust all the more. It was simply obscener, crazier and more thrilling to share your own partner with your buddy who had already seen her so often. Maybe he had even fantasized about being permitted to touch Vanessa once. It simply made that cuckolding kick even stronger. I was excited and nervous and so immensely horny and fraught with tension at the same time.

One day, when Vanessa and I were sitting together in front of the computer once again, looking for lingerie, I tried to direct the conversation toward the subject of sex. It wasn't difficult, because the way from lingerie to sexual intercourse wasn't far. And as always, Vanessa was very interested in talking about that subject. We chatted a bit, until I finally tried to bring Ben into play. I didn't want to go like a bull at a gate and tried to take a first step by making insinuations. Vanessa was surprised and couldn't make head or tail of some of my remarks. She didn't understand my broad hint. At some point, I feared that the conversation would become negative, Vanessa was already almost annoyed. On the one hand, we talked about new sexual practices, sex positions and sites for having sex, but on the other hand, I repeatedly began to talk about my best buddy. Vanessa wanted me to give it to her straight
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