About the first cuckold experience

Hello everyone. This story was written a long time ago based on real events. I previously shared it on one of the websites, and people found it interesting. After deleting it from there, I decided to post it here. I write little and slowly, but if the feedback is good, I'll try to post something else. So, enjoy reading. Your feedback is welcome.

It's hard to understand now why it happened that way. I must admit, humiliation always aroused me, but I never thought it would ever turn out like this. We would have been married for several years when the question of swinging came up. How did we get to that? I was the initiator. My wife, Tanya, came to me, although not a virgin,

but not very experienced in intimate matters. No, of course she wasn't a prude, but it just so happened that before me, there wasn't a man who could unlock her sexual potential. And I tried very hard. We tried. We experimented. With me, she learned what an orgasm was. But she only came from oral caresses. However, after a few years of our generally happy marriage, the attraction began to fade.

I must admit that Tanya wasn't particularly interested in other men, but I was interested in other girls. Gradually, I led her to swinging. A couple of times we had group sex in a FMF format, but that didn't satisfy her. And one fine day she told me — either proper couple swapping or nothing. I agreed, and I didn't have much anguish about it either.

We started looking for a couple. The search was successful fairly quickly. She is a slender, tall blonde. He is an ordinary guy, broad-shouldered, not ugly, but not a handsome man either... well, what do I care? The main thing is that Tanya likes him. And she did like him. We met at a restaurant. Naturally, our better halves prepared themselves. Both looked like a solid A+. Tanya in a tight skirt and blouse and my favorite sandals. I must admit, I'm generally not indifferent to women's legs. Lesya was in tight jeans and a top, and on her feet were shoes with very high heels that pleasantly delighted me. So, we met at the restaurant. At first, there was some tension, but a couple of glasses of wine did their job, and the conversation took on the right tone. I invited Lesya to dance, and Igor was giggling about something at the table with my Tanya. The closeness of Lesya's body made me lose my mind. She undoubtedly felt it and smiled at me quite frankly. During the dance, the conversation became intimate. The girl confessed to me that her husband Igor is good in bed, but she wants affection. The hint was so obvious, and I replied that she had me at her disposal.

Soon I noticed our spouses dancing nearby. They were pressing closely against each other, Igor was whispering something in Tanya's ear, and she was smiling seductively at him. In the end, Tanya and I decided to continue the evening at our acquaintances' place. To be honest, we didn't plan to get intimate on the very first day, but we liked the couple so much that all plans went awry.

When we finally ended up at our acquaintances' place, it felt like we had known each other forever. The girls were drinking wine, Igor and I were drinking cognac. I kept catching Lesya's interested gaze on me, and sometimes she touched my leg under the table with her fingertips. Tanya and Igor got talking about music; it turned out they listen to the same genres, and at some point, Igor took Tanya to the bedroom to show her some album. Lesya was about to go to the kitchen to slice oranges, I caught her by the hand and pulled her to me. The scent of her body made my head spin, and a tender but hot kiss sent me reeling. We started kissing, though it was probably more like "sucking face." I tried not to rush things. But Lesya whispered in my ear that she wanted to try my tongue. I asked her, what about our other halves, to which I got an unexpected answer:

— What, can't you hear? Igor is already fucking your wife full-on, — I must admit, I was stunned by such an answer. I listened and indeed heard the rhythmic creaking of the bed from the next room. "Strange," I thought, because you couldn't say about Tanya that she gets turned on from a standing start. But the fact that my wife was being fucked full-on in the next room aroused me incredibly. I pulled Lesya's jeans down along with her panties and buried my tongue in her pussy. She was already wet and hot. I gave it my all, applying my entire arsenal of rich experience. After a while, pressing my head to her crotch with her hands, Lesya came intensely, announcing it to the surroundings with a sweet moan. Not letting her recover, I took out a condom, put it on my cock, and, kneeling in front of the sofa, entered her. It seems she only now realized what was happening. She smiled at me and said:

— You're great at licking.

I wanted to kiss her, but she dodged and playfully remarked:

— I don't kiss pussy lickers, — and while I was thinking of a reply, she added, — Tanya said you like my legs? Prove it, — her foot appeared in front of my face. I accepted the game and took her toes into my mouth. She rolled her eyes and was openly enjoying it. At that moment, Tanya's moan, full of what seemed to me at first like pain, came from the next room. Lesya laughed and proudly declared:

— Your Tanya came, — and added with pride, — MY MAN, my Igor.

For a moment, the meaning of the words was sinking in, and when I finally realized that my wife had come from a cock for the first time in her life with a guy she'd known for a few hours, and I had never been able to bring her to a vaginal orgasm in our entire sex life, something unpredictable happened. I came. Right inside Lesya. I couldn't do anything about myself; a wave suddenly washed over me and I spilled. I fell on top of my lover. She gently stroked me, and when I caught my breath, she playfully declared:

— Young man, you're not going to leave a girl unsatisfied, are you?

I buried my tongue in her pussy again. My head was spinning from what I had just experienced. I felt humiliation. And at the same time, a strange, incomprehensible excitement. Although an erection didn't appear even after quite a long time. Either I was working my tongue somehow "wrong," or it wasn't enough for Lesya, but she just couldn't come. My neck started to get stiff (those who know what a long cunnilingus session is will understand), my face had long been covered in a mixture of saliva and female secretions, I felt the girl was on the edge, but something was holding her back. At some moment, a muffled sound, either a sob or a moan, reached me from the next room. "She came a second time," a gloomy thought flashed. Apparently, this served as an additional stimulant for Olesya, because things started to work out. I was trying my best to turn myself on with dirty thoughts, trying to raise my cock with my hand — nothing helped. In the end, she came, flexibly arching, squeezing my head with her thighs. Out of inertia, I continued to caress her, but she gently pushed me, letting me know that was enough. I rolled to the side, turned around, and saw Igor in the doorway. Naked, sweaty, he was looking at us and smiling.

— The prince has arrived, — Lesya giggled, reaching out her hands to him, — and your wife here was almost licked to death... carry me to the bathroom...

He picked her up and carried her away. I sat on the floor, looked at the walls, at the table with the remains of the feast, and there was emptiness in my head. Tanya still didn't appear. I was even seized by slight anxiety, had he harmed her there, maybe she was moaning from pain? I was thirsty. I poured myself some wine and drank it in one gulp. I wiped my face with a white fluffy towel that was there, apparently just for such purposes. I got dressed. Tanya still didn't appear. My anxiety increased, I opened the bedroom door and cautiously peeked in. On the wide double bed, lying with her back to me, was a naked Tanya. Her clothes were lying right there on the floor. The room had the specific smell of sex — a mixture of fresh sweat, female secretions, musk, and semen. Taking a step, I almost stepped on a used condom. I sat on the bed and put my hand on her thigh; the girl didn't react at all. I thought she was asleep, I didn't want to wake her, so I just lay down next to her, hugging her. As had happened hundreds of times in our marital bed, she immediately pressed her butt and back against me. My hand slid a little higher onto her chest and landed in something sticky and thick. Disgustedly pulling my hand back, I brought my fingers to my nose and smelled semen. Hastily wiping my fingers on the sheet, I still returned my hand to Tanya's stomach.

— Did you like it? — she suddenly said in her usual voice. The chaos in my head didn't give me a clear answer to this question, but I still answered "Yes."

— Let's go home, — I felt such melancholy in her voice... and I realized that for some reason I really didn't want to see Igor, so I gladly agreed. We got dressed, but the hosts were still splashing in the bathroom. Soon Igor came out in a robe; for some reason, averting my gaze, I said it was time for us to go. He politely pretended to be sad about it, or maybe he was sad, who knows? He shouted to his wife that the guests were leaving. "Wait," she shouted, and soon she too appeared from the bathroom in a white robe with wet hair and all flushed. "Did he fuck her too?" — a stupid thought flashed. Saying goodbye, Igor extended his hand to me, and I had to shake it; at that moment our eyes met, and in his self-satisfied eyes, I thought I saw a smirk.

We drove home in silence, entered the apartment exhausted; Tanya immediately went to the shower and collapsed into bed. Complete chaos reigned in my head. Feelings of shame and humiliation overwhelmed me. I tried to calm myself down with the thought that nothing terrible had happened, that this was what I wanted... Standing under the streams of water in the bathroom, I replayed the evening in my head and suddenly felt a sharp excitement. I grabbed my cock with my palm, and it spurted after a few strokes.

For some time, we didn't return to this issue. We lived as before, but something subtly changed. I constantly thought about that day, remembered Tanya's moans, and invariably got aroused. One evening, Tanya told me that Igor had called her. He got that album he promised and wants to meet to give it to her. Those same feelings of chaos in my head and incomprehensible shame washed over me in a wave. I didn't know what to answer, so I simply said "okay." But my worries turned out to be in vain. Around 9 p.m., her phone rang

— Igor? Hi, yes, I'm home, — she chirped joyfully, — you're already here? Well, come on up... ah... okay. — quickly put on her sandals and rushed into the hallway, shouting on the go "I won't be long," and indeed returned in about 10 minutes, pleased, flushed, with a compact disc in her hands.

When we went to bed, she asked me to caress her. I positioned myself between her legs and buried my face in her hot bud. Surprisingly, she came quite quickly. With my excited cock, I penetrated her hot depths and unexpectedly, even to myself, asked:

— Tell me, how was it with Igor? — she looked at me strangely

— What is there to tell?

— Well... is his big?

— It's good...

— Well, bigger than mine?

— A little...

— Did you like how he fucked you?

— It was okay...

— And in what positions?

— Different ones...

— Well... tell me... please

— He's bold... at first... when we were looking at the discs... he put his hand in my panties... then we kissed... then I was already naked, then he entered from on top... so thick... then he put me on all fours, I think, — I was moving inside her slowly, lying on top, with my face buried in the pillow, and she was whispering this in my ear.

— And then?

— He came..

— Where?

— On my chest...

— Would you want to be with him again?

After a second's hesitation, she answered with a moan, "YES," and at that same moment, I came.