October 10, 2013
I wrote this story about 3 years ago. It has some truth but it is also highly embellished the way I would like it to be! Enjoy.
A Woman who Knows her Cuckold
So you can appreciate what I am now experiencing, I need to give you a little background. Quite simply I was dating a hot girlfriend almost 20 years ago, although I was too naive at the time to really understand my situation. In fact, I was clueless to the lifestyle of the cuckold. As I recall, Dee at first dressed nicely but then her clothes changed. I remember her question as we were sitting on the couch at her parents house. She held her hands about 12 maybe 14 inches apart and asked me if I was that big. I told her then that she would be greatly disappointed in me if that is what she needed. When we first had sex there was no turning back. She loved it. She would suck and fuck me anywhere and all the time.
She changed the length of her skirts to be shorter and shorter, always with heels, and blouses that gaped open, showing off her small breasts. We fucked in her parents living room, with her parents talking with us from the kitchen, separated by a room divider, a planter style divider that could be seen over if standing. She used to routinely say she was getting ready for bed and return wearing a robe and nothing else. I think the first time she did that I came in my pants. I was young.
But, unfortunately, I took a job that had me working nights when I first got out of high school. She loved going out and did even without me. I was able to see her in a local bar she liked going to on my days off and noticed how comfortable she was there and how comfortable some other guys were with her, including one in Particular. As I said before, I am not so naive now. She was obviously fucking this one guy, who tended to avoid me whenever we went to her favorite hangout. The others may have been only openly flirty with her, I really don’t know. If they were getting more, it is possible. I remember her (it was the 70’s) smoking a little, getting in the car with me, and immediately wanting to suck my cock. She could do it easily no matter what the traffic situation. She enjoyed it so much that I know now she simply loved cock and sex.
There is one sad part before I move on with what has transpired most recently. When I went abroad for a year, she fell in love with another man. She did her best to stay true to me, as far as love goes, but a set of circumstances made her his wife. I was never the same after that, and she still owns my heart today, even though I have been married about 19 years now. I love my wife but she simply cannot compare to this little hottie. Anyway, I was shocked when I heard she lost her husband. He was 13 years older than her. I missed the funeral, but had to give her my condolences. So, I hesitantly called her father, who gave me her number, having not known her married name. I made the call and asked her if we could meet for coffee as I wanted to talk with her. I said it would be better in person. I really meant that and had planned to simply express my sympathy. She met me at a local TGIFs, and I totally forgot why I wanted to see her when I saw her walk in.
She came over to my table and when she recognized me, she was beaming. I stood up and we embraced, for some time. She felt so natural, so right in my arms. We said nothing, just held each other. Finally, we sat down and I took care of business…but I knew I could not let her go. She was wearing a deep V-neck blouse, showing off her tits after all these years. I was mad at myself because I felt my dick get hard. I really had planned nothing else. Before I knew it, I was invited to stop over her house. I watched as she sashayed away from me toward the door.
Her short flirty skirt swishing and catching the eye of every hot-blooded male in the restaurant. Her heels lifting her every so nicely. Damn. I wanted to eat her right then and there, but what in the world was I thinking. I stopped by her house a couple days later, a nice modest place. She had shorts and a T on for my visit. And, all we did was talk, mostly about common friends. She was a couple classes behind me when we were back in school. I stayed until she received company. I was again heart broken when this guy, Mike, embraced and kissed her in front of me. It was a kiss of a lover not just a friend. I was leaving shortly thereafter, but she told me to call her again. Just like in high school, only 20 years later.
I called her again with some kind of excuse not to look like a puppy dog, but she had my blood boiling. We saw each other a couple of times and the one time, I stopped and she already had company. I was about to leave, having gone up to the door and not seeing anyone around, when she called to me from up stairs. She told me to come in and wait in the living room. A few minutes later Mike came down, shook my hand, and said he had to leave.
A couple minutes later, Dee came down. She had on heeled fuzzy slippers, pink, that accentuated her beautifully long legs and a long T-Shirt that covered whatever else she was wearing. We sat on the couch together. Later she offered me something to eat and drink and went over into the kitchen. As she was reaching for a plate, her T lifted up and I saw her cute little pink panties. My dick got hard.
When she came back, she was being coy, and eventually “bumped” my hard dick. She leaned back and her little T rose. It was not long before I was between her legs, kissing and licking. That is when it happened. She told me she needed to be cleaned. I slipped her wet panties off and looked at her glistening cunt. I was hesitant but she immediately took control and told me she knew I wanted it.
She was right. I was lapping the cum out of her freshly fucked pussy and loving it. I relished eating her so much that I came in my pants, fast, just like back in high school. She told me not to worry that she already had enough pleasure that afternoon. She also eventually revealed to me that I used to eat her out in high school and just after the same way. I did not realize that her wetness was the deposit of another man. She also told me that I did that better than most men, and I was a natural since I was not so big myself and it made the most sense to have this kind of love - relationship.
She is still very hot today and I regularly stop over to see her or even go as a third on a date. I will sit in a chair in her bedroom and watch what a real man can do to her. She says that she even loves me in front of her lovers, but could not marry me because of my size. But, she loves my real talent, my long tongue. She will call me over and immediately straddle my face. She tells her lover to look how it excites my little dick. I don’t care. She laughs a little as I cum from just eating her.
I have even met her at a lounge, an upgrade from the little local bar she used to frequent. I sit with her as she waits for others to ask her to dance. If she likes the guy, he may get some. She will even dance with a group of guys going stag for the night. She danced with one guy over and over and told me his cock was really hard and she had to do something.
They slipped off for a while and came back. Her hair was messed up a little, and her lips looked pouty. She took my hand and led me to the dance floor without saying a word. When her lips met mine they were salty. Before I knew it, she was pushing his cum in my mouth with her tongue. She told me she loved me but had to do that. She had to prove to the guys that I did accept our relationship. She told me to wait at her house till she got home.
She came home much later, and fully filled. I my love to her with my tongue again that early morning until we both fell asleep.
I do love her and if this the only way I can have her, it is better than anything else I ever had.
She always knew I was a true cuckold, and helped me realize my place in life.
I love her so much for being able to respect that.