Cuckold

I was a good Catholic girl and I didn’t allow sex before marriage, despite having many friends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and showed me that a man offered to buy used panties from any married woman in London, where we live.

However, we were running out of money, and Hubby, Jonathon, said what harm could do to sell my panties, so he persuaded me to let him answer and arrange a meeting at a local Saloon bar. We met the man, and he seemed very nice, and complimented me on my look, and we had a couple of drinks, and I became pretty excited about this man’s idea of my panties, to deal with, but he wanted, though naughty. Finally, as we had more drinks, I became bolder, and when he invited us back home, I easily agreed to follow the plan.

Another time, around 1995, several families camped at the beach with all our children. My wife’s not very swimmer, so when I took a bunch of kids in snorkeling, she stayed on the beach watching us. I noticed that she was sitting with the husband of one of our friends, a guy who had made no secret of her admiration for my wife, and who had reached under her shirt and grabbed her tits as he kissed her on New Year’s Eve. He pulled his chest out of his bra and played with his nipple under his shirt for several minutes, while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne”. Several people noticed the movement under my wife’s shirt. The previous year, as they returned from a beach trip late in the evening, he put his hand on his erection. She said she felt it from top to bottom, “tight once” and then pulled her hand off. He pulled his hand back, and shot a blanket at them. Under the cover, he picked up his shorts, and my wife felt his penis smooth and hard. She whispered “it’s not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be sleeping. She hit him up and down for a few minutes, smelling like he’s getting bigger and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help lubrication. He started breathing, and she thought he’d shoot fast enough, when the other in the back seat, the guy’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand off and ripped off the blanket, so it was just to cover the guy and his hard-on. In both stories, I suspected there was a little more than she told me.

My wife, Andrea, is still 35. Dark red hair and flamboyant, green eyes, beautiful skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She’s as close to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After our wedding, I realized how much she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house. And I loved it.

One day I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the paperboy. He’s a nice, handsome guy about eighteen, we said hello and he gave me the paper. At the same time, I opened the door, and there was Andrea naked! The paperboy had a huge smile on his face as his eyes caught in my wife’s big body. Andrea slammed the door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face.

Elaine and Bob have been my friends for years. I flirted with Elaine and she back but nothing ever happened in real life and Bob never became jealous, he thought it was just part of our good friendship.

One night, they were bored and invited me to dinner and drink. I went straight from work and was warmly welcomed by Elaine who poured us a drink and we sat down and talked. She wore a mid-short skirt with a dumbbell and sat in a chair in front of me. “Daman! She’s a sexy slut,” I thought I felt my dick shaking between my legs.

Walter knew his wife was a witch before their wedding! And he knew his mother was also a witch! Once, in an argument, she turned him into a 6 inches tall naked man in front of his wife and told him to get used to it if he wasn’t man enough to keep his wife from getting black! The mother of Veronica’s hinterland was a little racist. However, after Veronica returned to her small and thin me on the way back to town and apologized for what her mother did, he could say that she was secretly satisfied with the experience!

A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his imminent arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would be here to stay just 48 hours. She sighed deeply in frustration. Twice before she came to see him. The first time, several years earlier, it had been soundly rejected. It hurt her. The second was during a visit when he had undergone surgery on his shoulder. I can’t really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was suffering a lot. But she and Greg had talked to him several times as the man she could be with. It was certainly one of his fantasies. If it were to become a reality, it would be another story.

Ray, my husband was on the move. I was several hours away from where he was staying. He called all the time and I went down to town the weekend to spend time with him. I’ve always had a very active sex life and my husband was very active too. We’ve had sex all the time. We are open-minded enough and shared our fantasies openly but never really experienced them. The closest thing was in a hot tub. One night, we kissed like another couple. My husband had one of me with another man. I must say I found it attractive but I thought it was fantasy.

We sat at McDonalds’ to talk while she was eating her double cheese burger. We talked about everything, the George Straight and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, the things we all lived through. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting her to get her towels for catching up with her burger. Finally, after a while, he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she quickly answered yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a bitch. She always looked that way to my knowledge. It measures a little more than 5 feet with big tits. Whoever needs a bra to restrain them and prevent undue disturbance. It’s not a striking beauty, but she has that look that guys know. Could be a bad girl for the good guy. Her big mouth and stinking lips add to her slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I met her before I married her.

Life is weird! As a great firm lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court, I met an old girlfriend; Actually, I had hoped she’d be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name while she was sitting in my office, she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn’t forget a skinny kid, little geek after all. Then we shared the usual stories of the past. Who married, divorced.