How It All Began. Part 1
Hi 🙂 My name is Anya, I'm 27. It so happened that my husband and I are a sexwife-cuckold couple. For many years, I've been harboring the thought of posting our stories on sites like this, partly to share them with others, and partly so we don't forget (or even remember) them ourselves. And now, finally, I'm here.
To start, I'll tell you about myself: I'm a shorty — 152 cm. Long blonde hair down to my butt, blue eyes, a slender body, full lips. As I already said — I'm married to a wonderful guy. We met when we were still students and, like all students, hormones were raging like crazy. We were each other's firsts, so we wanted to try
everything around us. Every day new positions, new situations, new places, new words: sometimes cuddling under the blanket, sometimes rough sex in the bushes in a crowded park. We periodically exchanged various fantasies and dirty posts in VK groups. And then, one evening, I received a message from him with a post from some dirty public page, where a girl was telling a story about how she, her girlfriend, and her boyfriend went swimming in a river and it all ended with a threesome on the shore. I don't remember the details anymore, but I wrote back then that it sounded very sexy and that I'd probably like to try something similar in my life. Zhenya, of course, didn't miss a beat and immediately picked up on the situation 🙂We were living with our parents at the time, so pulling off something like that was almost impossible, but fate itself gave us a chance. Zhenya's parents bought tickets to the seaside, and his apartment was at our disposal for a week. It was decided that, for fairness, we should try both FMF and MFM. We agreed that he would choose the guy, and I would choose the girl. We decided to search among our friends, carefully finding out who was open to such things, and we almost immediately settled on my best friend and his best friend.
In this story, I won't talk about the FMF, even though it was first, and I'll go straight to the MFM. If you're interested in reading about the FMF too — write comments. Maybe I'll ask my husband to tell about it himself. But for now — the stage is mine, and I want to share what I remember. Since the sex with the girl was first, we already felt a bit more liberated and, in a way, experienced in this matter. The friend came over one evening, we drank, ate, smoked hookah, basically stubbornly trying to pretend everything was fine, as if no one had agreed on anything and no sex was planned at all.
We were sitting on the sofa, me in the middle, and the guys on either side, watching some comedy. Gradually, Zhenya started stroking me, making some jokes, compliments. He whispered in my ear, "Are you ready?" I answered in a trembling voice, "Yes." Zhenya turned to his friend and simply nodded at him, and started kissing me, while taking off my sweater. The friend didn't waste any time and had already taken off his t-shirt and started pulling down his pants. I stood in front of the guys, smiled, started taking off my bra, ending up in just a short skirt on my bare body. A thousand thoughts were flashing through my head, I was both scared and wildly curious at the same time, I was shaking all over from the thought that I would be with another guy. The first guy besides Zhenya. I couldn't understand what I was feeling: shame in front of my boyfriend, shame in front of myself, joy from what was happening... I decided it was better to just "dive in headfirst," took a deep breath, knelt in front of Anton (that was Zhenya's friend's name), pulled down his underwear, and touched his cock with my lips... literally a second later and I was already giving a full-on blowjob, fear and shame literally evaporated, leaving only wild arousal and desire, my thoughts changed to "This is really happening, there's another guy's cock in my mouth, and mine is right here next to me."
We weren't in a hurry to move on to something more, I continued giving a blowjob, while touching my boyfriend's cock with my other hand. I felt something was off, I thought it was just nerves, but it turned out my boyfriend just really had to go to the bathroom (and yes, that's really what it was, it wasn't his plan, I checked!). And so we were left alone, and Anton seemed like a different person: such a wild look, the look of an absolute predator. He pulled me to him by my hair, looked into my eyes, turned me the other way, and bent me over the arm of the sofa. Literally a split second and he was inside me. God, these feelings are impossible to describe in words, when someone else is inside you. A different rhythm, a different temperament, a different size in the end — all the sensations are completely different. With Zhenya, we always started slowly, gradually speeding up the pace, changing positions, and so on. But here, I was just bent over and started getting pounded at some enormous speed, a speed I never had with my boyfriend. I couldn't hold back the sounds at all and started not just moaning, but literally screaming from the sensations.
Zhenya came back with the same wild, predatory look, first standing somewhat timidly to the side, and then he came over and started fucking my mouth. He was literally a different person, he started acting as if he were the invited guy and I were a slut. He just took charge and told me what to do. First in the mouth, then told his friend to switch, then suggested he fuck me in the ass, to which the friend refused and said he didn't like that. Then Zhenya asked me to sit on top of the friend, and he positioned himself and started fucking my ass in parallel. Oh my god, two cocks moving in sync — it's simply impossible to describe in words. It was awkward, uncomfortable, the cocks kept slipping out, they couldn't synchronize their movements, but god — how amazing it was! And so, after an hour or so of such rearrangements, everyone started feeling some awkwardness, and I decided to suggest myself that it was time to end what was happening... Anton stepped aside, giving way to Zhenya, but Zhenya seemed to have gone wild and literally started demanding that Anton finish, and that I help him. When Anton said that such a situation felt a bit uncomfortable for him, Zhenya said he'd wait outside, leaving us alone. At first, Anton told me he couldn't do it, Zhenya was his friend, and suggested we just say he finished, but in the end, I calmed him down, he pressed his whole body against me and literally finished in a few thrusts and literally sank into me with a tender kiss. We came out, Anton said he'd wait outside now, but no matter how much Zhenya and I tried to somehow finish — he couldn't, and he asked to just leave it as is and go to sleep.
Sleeping between two men — a separate pleasure. Even without sex, but the very fact, the awareness that you are literally their queen, the only one lying between two cocks — mmmm, what sweet dreams I had 🙂
In the morning, we had breakfast and the friend left, and we could finally talk. Zhenya said he was insanely jealous, that he felt absolutely superfluous in our company. That when he went to the bathroom at the very beginning and heard the screams and moans that could be heard all around, he realized that I was better with the other guy, and so on... In short, a real psychotherapy session began, and a wonderful, passionate, and sexy evening turned into a terribly awkward and unpleasant morning. He kept asking in detail how it was, what I felt, I tried my best to soften the edges, but I think it was obvious from me that I liked it. Yes, I was ashamed, but it was very good and I just couldn't hide it. This didn't mean at all that I felt bad with my boyfriend, that I fell out of love with him and fell in love with another — not at all. But this night experienced TOGETHER — it was amazing for me. The last straw for both of us was literally the demand to tell about what Anton's cock was like and if it was better than Zhenya's. I told him in detail and honestly that Anton's was just different. Zhenya's is medium length, medium thickness — everything is perfect, nothing extra, literally just what you need for happiness. Anton's is a bit shorter, a bit narrower, but very interesting — with a big head, like a mushroom, which created very unusual sensations. I saw that Zhenya literally had tears welling up, I hugged him, calmed him down, and he said it was a mistake and he didn't want to repeat such an experience.
It would seem that our story as a sexwife-cuckold couple should have ended there, without even really starting, but no. Our feelings always play a cruel trick on us, and this "cock, like a mushroom with a big head" would haunt us for many years, not in real life anymore, but in fantasies and, ultimately, would lead us back to a similar experience in the future and make us who we are. But for now — the first unsuccessful experience, which left many pleasant memories for me and, probably, a real psychological trauma for my husband.
That's all for today. I'll try to continue in the coming days, telling about how we became who we are now. After all, this is only the beginning of our journey, and there are still many interesting stories ahead 🙂