First time as a cuckoldress

I always knew my husband fantasized seeing me have sex with other men.  In the beginning I used to think that it was a lack of love on his part and then as I love making became more open to the subject of our own fantasies, I must admit the idea was starting to turn me on.  Both my husband and I are in our early thirty’s with not kids.

A month or so ago, he was away on business, and we were having our usual phone sex sessions to keep us going and again he came back with this fantasy and suggested we did something about it.  I was non-commital but told him we would talk about it when he came back.

This suggestion was such a turn on for him that the day he arrived, he hardly said hello to me and took me upstairs to the bedroom where he proceeded to fuck me.  He was like an 18 year old, his little dick hard as a rock, going at it as if there was no tomorrow.

Just as he was about to come, I told him that if he wanted to be a cuckold so much, I would give it a go.  He came, no he exploded and afterward, his cock didn’t even go soft and stayed as hard as it ever been.  Clearly, the ideal of being a cuckold was turning him on and I was really enjoying the thought that another man would fuck me with my husband’s full knowledge and approval.

He was still hard inside of me and I suggested we take a breather for a while and put an ad in one of the cuckold websites.  (I didn’t even know there was such a thing.)

My husband had a hardon all night, and the morning after before going to work.  Three times the following morning he phoned me to see if I had received a response from my cuckold ad and this was beginning to be really exciting.

By the time he came back home that evening, I had received more than 50 replies, one of whom was from a black guy that I will call James.  We arranged to meet at a local pub the following evening and when the day finally arrived, I was trembling all over with anticipation.

“Good evening”, James told me, looking at me straight in the eyes and then checking me out as if I was on display and seeming as if he like what he saw, then turned to my husband and said: “Well then, I am the guy who is going to fuck your wife.  Are you sure this is what you want?”

Even if by then my husband had changed his mind, I would have told him it was too late.  He had set things in motion and there was no turning back.

We arranged for James to come home for dinner the following Sunday, said our goodbyes, and went our separate way.

On Saturday, my husband who was back at work called me every two hours for phone sex.  Little did he know that by that time, cuckold phone sex was all that he was ever going to get from me.

Ah, the life of a cuckold.

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