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Pushed on the bed

Love the new photo! Her pussy is just calling to be worshiped.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Here's one of her freshly shaven

Gorgeous! I love a smoothly shaved, or waxed, pussy - looks good enough to eat!

kennyboy82
She could hardly leave it alone either!!
Ps it was good enough to eat😉

rolio123
31. Absolutely beautiful. Thanks for sharing her.
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rolio123
Those titties look delicious!
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Another nicely shaven one

How's about a few fresh pies?

I like her saggy tits. and her hand on her own pussy.
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

A beautifully matured pussy - love those 'butterfly wings' inner lips too.

Very HOT pussy!!! It would be an honor to worship her womanhood.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Hi guys- and ladies- let's get back to the original subject of the thread- what was your first cuckolding experience? What happened and how did it make you feel?

I've just sat her for ages writing a long and detailed post about my first cuckold experience only for it to be rejected and binned after I had to put in a verification code to prove I'm not a robot. Maybe it was too long. Might try again tomorrow!
Peter C

Oh no! I'll look forward to it tomorrow.

xoxoxo

Christine

Peter C
Doh!!!
Here we are in hope and expectation

Any cucks out there remember the bitter sweet moment that another man dumped his load into your wife?

The first time or the one from last night???

Every time is a sweet moment if you're there to taste it fresh.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

cuckold4one
You have more experience in this than I - I was looking for the first time experience....

Love your story!

My wife Debbie and I had been together since 1987, but 10 years on we started discussing pushing the boundaries. I worked shifts so she had developed a social life of her own, be it dr1nking in my work's social club bar or playing darts for a ladies team in local pubs and clubs. This inevitably led to workmates of mine spending time with her and men in pubs chatting her up and offering to buy her and the other girls a dr1nk. Sometimes with a dr1nk or two inside her, she'd let slip little snippets in bed later, maybe telling me how a friend of mine from work had had his hand on her knee or groped her arse. Rather than be jealous, I found these confessions arousing and she could see how it turned me on as we made love.

By now she also had a job herself, in a 24 hour convenience store. Gradually over the course of about 2 years I'd occasionally eek more out of her. Young pop stars on TV she fancied, men she knew from going out or work that appealed to her or had been chatting her up. On a night at bingo with a mate, there'd been a group performing pop songs and she'd come home very excited about one of the band. In front of me she rang her mate and told her how wet and tingly he'd made her pussy, especially when he suggested she go clubbing with them after the gig. I said she should have done. Her initial reaction was, "Yeah right! As if you'd let me. Anyway, his girlfriend was there and kept giving me dirty looks." "That's a shame. I wouldn't have minded. Really I wouldn't. Next time they're in town you should go and see him again. I know you want to. And I'd let you.", was my response.

I'm sure she was still sceptical, but it definitely planted the seed in her head. The band never returned sadly, but on another visit to the bingo she had hitched her dress up for a comedian who gladly autographed her outer thigh with a marker pen, whilst grasping high up her inner thigh to steady himself! She started bringing home adult magazines from work and we'd sit in bed together looking at the naked men, picking out her favourites or the nicest cock. We also introduced a realistic looking dildo to our love-making which enabled me to give her ideas as we role-played. I'd tell her how naughty she was having sex with this "guy" right in front of her husband and how good it was watching this new cock slipping in and out of her pussy. "You love it!", she'd whisper to me. "Yes, I do babe. I just wish it was a real cock. If you get the chance, you should do it." "Can I? You really won't mind?", she replied. "No, I won't mind. As long as you come home and tell me about it afterwards." "Okay. If you're sure. I have someone in mind already..."

That "someone" was Dave, a delivery lorry driver at the company she work for. He was often the guy delivering to her shop in the middle of the night and she told me how he had been chatting her up and how much she had started to look forward to seeing him, even to the point of swopping her shifts to coincide with his. The problem with Dave was the distance away he lived, though he did offer to take her clubbing one weekend so she could stay overnight at his place and he'd drive her home the following day. Unfortunately this never happened, though they did meet up to watch our local team play away to his local team. Debbie took two of our s0ns with her and Dave used my ticket, but apart from a hand on her leg and a sly kiss, that was as far as he got.

Then, in late 1999, along came Chris.... (to be continued)
Peter C

Chris was a regular customer in Debbie's shop. She was assistant manageress by now and apparently, he used to work there. He'd pop in every morning and if Debbie was working, he'd make a bee-line for her. I noticed his name cropping up in conversation at home quite a lot, so I asked her if she fancied him. "Yeah!", she replied laughing. She told me that he was only 23 and a bit cocky, but she admitted that she had started looking forward to him coming into the shop. He was definitely chatting her up, even though she'd told him she was 34, married with kids. "That's alright. I don't mind if you don't!", he'd replied.

We discussed where this was going. Debbie was sure Chris would soon be asking her out and wanted my reassurance that I'd be okay with her going out with him for a dr1nk after work. Sure enough, a few days later, he did ask her out, but so as not to look too eager, she told him she'd think about. When he asked her again, she said yes. He suggested a evening when the flat he shared with his sister would be empty, so he seemed pretty convinced that he'd get lucky and I re-assured Debbie again that I was fine with that. If she wanted to go back to his flat, she could. I even bought her condoms to help convince her! Debbie said that Chris had laughed when she'd said she'd have to tell her husband that she'd be late home due to "stock-taking."

Before their date, when she finished work one morning, Chris took her for breakfast then walked her to the station to catch her train home. She told me how they'd kissed passionately on the station platform in front of commuters like a proper couple. I took her out for dinner for her 35th birthday, but most of the conversation was about her impending date the following evening and how things might pan out.

Sure enough, as Debbie finished work that evening, Chris was waiting. Her colleagues and the little group of teenagers outside the shop would have watched as they walked to the pub, then later - after 2 or 3 dr1nks - seen them walk back past the shop towards Chris's flat. As soon as they were through the door, they were all over each other. Chris quickly pulled Debbie's dark green uniform polo shirt off over her head and her white bra soon followed, along with her black work trousers and her knickers.

Using one of the condoms I'd bought - "his looked old and tatty!" - Chris mounted her, fucking my wife urgently. Afterwards, he went to make coffee, so Debbie quickly rang me to say that she'd been "busy" and ask if the kids were okay. I knew what "busy" meant and yes, the kids were fine. In fact we were in the supermarket doing our weekly shop, though I was finding it hard to concentrate!

After coffee and a cigarette, Chris was ready for round 2. This time Debbie went on top, her preferred positon, for a slower, more satisfying shag. Then, before he'd let her go home, Chris was able to fuck her again, so all three condoms I'd bought were used that evening. The perfect gentleman, Chris then walked Debbie back to the station, even travelling with her before catching his last train back. I picked her from the station and on the drive home they were texting one another. She told him she'd always wanted a toy boy "bit on the side", Chris replied, "Well, you've got one now." Another text said that the next time he saw her he was "going to fuck her brains out again." She told me all this in bed when we got home. Apart from her nipples being quite red from being sucked a lot, I wouldn't never have suspected she'd just been fucked 3 times, but her account was enough to encourage me to fuck her twice myself that night.

(to be continued)
Peter C

We chatted about what would happen next. When she could see him again, how often she could see him and whether she could perhaps stay at his now and again, maybe once a month. I found myself agreeing to anything she suggested. I knew things could never be the same now my wife had been with another man, but I was happy that my wife now had "a bit on the side".

A couple of days later though, I was overwhelmed by what I suppose was the dreaded "cuckold angst". I became incredibly insecure virtually overnight. What if he was better in bed than me? (Debbie said he wasn't), what if he had a bigger cock than me? (he didn't), what if she left me for him? (She said that wouldn't happen and that I'd always be her number 1). We'd agreed long before that if either of us were unhappy with this arrangement then it stopped immediately and like a fool, I asked Debbie not to see him again. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, and in retrospect I should have held my nerve and let things take their course. Coupled to my insecure request for her to stop was the fact that Chris didn't ring or text her. Debbie felt dirty and used. We had a few quiet days whilst I re-assured her how much I loved her and tried to tell her that everything was fine. We'd tried it and it didn't work out. No harm had been done. I'd encouraged her and enjoyed it at the time, she'd got the young cock she'd been craving and he'd got some older, married pussy, so it was win-win-win. He did get in touch again eventually, eager for a repeat performance, but Debbie turned him down, saying she was going home to her husband. "Well, you didn't say that last time did you?", he scoffed. She felt that he'd just seen her as a likely easy lay and she'd proved him right. We also suspected he'd bragged about his conquest to the lads that gather outside the shop in the evening. Why else would 2 teenagers proposition her in separate incidents a few days later?

The years passed and in time I felt those old urges returning. I occasionally gently suggested we try it again, but Debbie's reaction was, "I'm not going down that road again!" Gradually though her stance softened to "maybe one day", then eventually, "Are you sure you could handle it this time?" We were both older and wiser by now and with the advent of the internet and social media, Debbie started exploring new possibilities and some 9 years after that first experience with Chris, she finally embarked on cuckolding me again. I took to it much better this time.
Peter C

Wow!! Fantastic experience!!
Did it turn you on knowing he had bragged about fucking Debbie or was the *********** too much?

Humi1iation

Cuckolds thrive on feeling angst, in all its different facets. The hurt coupled with the extreme horniness of their situation is a perfect breeding ground for yet more cuckold activity, the more extreme the better in many cases.

Peter C
She finally embarked on cuckolding me again......
Did the cuckolding become more extreme? Tell us more please!!

Yes, it did turn me on, imagining him giving those teenagers a blow-by-blow account of what they'd done together in his bed that night and telling them what her body was like and how easy and slutty she'd proved to be. Fortunately Debbie was working in a town about 10 miles away from where we lived, so no-one we knew were likely to hear about her indiscretion, but she was worried that with her being the assistant manageress, it might affect her position and authority if the staff heard about it.

Those lads would often hang around outside the shop in the evening and late at night, but as far as I know they never gave her any problem or grief. On the contrary, apart from those two boys of about 17 or 18 hopeful of some of what Chris had had, there were a number of occasions when they acted as unofficial security guards and sorted out any threat of trouble in the shop for her. They were very protective.
Peter C

I suppose it did, though I didn't consider it extreme at the time. To me it just felt like we were both that bit older and wiser and that her previous activity with young Chris had actually strengthened our marriage, so this time I was able to handle the angst and give Debbie more of a free rein. We had agreed 2 ground rules. One was that she wouldn't go with anyone I knew so I couldn't put a face to the name and two, that she'd always use condoms. Debbie had been sterilised at 29, so pregnancy wasn't an issue. We were more worried about her catching something, although she made a point of telling guys that she didn't want any more babies which we thought sounded better!

As I said above, some 9 years had elapsed since her one-night-stand with young Chris so Debbie was now 44. I was 51. The internet had grown and with it came social media and dating websites. Debbie enjoyed going online and would often chat to men around the UK. I would sometimes wake up in the night to find her sitting up on her lap-top, topless, showing some new guy her bare breasts. "Ssshhh!", she'd whisper. "Lay still. This guy loves that my husband is asleep beside me whilst he's looking at my tits." Another time I walked into the bedroom as she'd been asked, instructed or maybe ordered to strip and show another guy her hairy ginger pussy. She did as she was told of course, standing with one foot up on a chair so he could see it properly. I assume of course she was often shown erect cocks, but this all added to my (and her) arousal and we were having sex a lot more. One guy she particularly wanted to meet up with lived the other end of the country and never materialised and another she travelled to Oxford to meet for the weekend changed his mind and left her stranded at the hotel she was booked in to, so she came home disappointed.

Social media was growing too and Debbie liked Facebook. Of course, there was a strong chance here that I would know people she knew, but she would often tell me about guys messaging her and from time to time I would be beside her reading the messages and suggesting how she should reply. I guess all this helped Debbie to see I was less insecure this time and soon things progressed. We had moved across town, but the s0n of a couple we were friendly with before had added Debbie as a friend. We were both surprised by his interest when he started flirting with Debbie in private messages, telling her how he'd always fancied her and describing exactly what he'd like to do with her in bed. He was only 18, 26 years younger than her, which wouldn't have been a problem for Debbie, but he just wasn't very good looking plus Debbie was concerned that it was maybe just too close to home. She had been very, very good friends with Wayne's m0ther, so decided to let him down gently, saying how flattered she was that such a young guy would be interested in an "old" woman like her. He clearly wasn't bothered that he knew her husband!

Whether he told his mates about his desire to bed his mum's friend I don't know, but Debbie suddenly had a friend's request on Facebook from Wayne's buddy, Shane. The benefit here was that I didn't know him of course, plus he was better looking and a 28 year-old security guard in our town. Debbie was soon chatting to him online and readily accepted his invitation to take her out for a dr1nk one evening. Nothing happened the night of their date, but the next day Debbie asked me to drop her in town so her and Shane could meet up for a coffee. As it turned out, they never went for coffee. Before I'd even got home, they had gone back to his nearby flat where he'd basically jumped on her. There was no foreplay other than kissing, Shane hurriedly undoing my wife's jeans, pulling down her jeans and panties down to her ankles and mounting her. She still had her boots on and her shirt and bra. He didn't even get her tits out!

Despite this largely unsatisfactory fuck, Debbie went back to his flat the following day, but apparently the sex was no different. He'd blown his chance now and she didn't bother seeing him again. I wonder though if Shane ever told Wayne that he'd fucked Debbie. I bet Wayne would have been gutted! I still see Wayne around from time to time and wonder if he smiles to himself as he recalls his efforts to shag my wife when he sees me.

(to be continued)
Peter C

Peter C
She's a very sexy lady- I love that hairy pussy!!
Did you ever get to watch her getting shagged or join in?