Never thought I’d be spilling my guts like this. I’m 30, and my relationship with Andrea, 28, is a wild fucking ride. We’ve been together five years, planning a wedding, and we’re crazy in love. She’s a goddess: short, brunette, with an innocent face that fools everyone, huge tits that make you drool, and an ass you can’t look away from. Known her since we were kids, always tight, sneaking kisses at parties but nothing serious. Three years ago, shit hit the fan, and now this cuckold lifestyle has me hooked. The jealousy burns like hell, but I can’t quit.
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Three years back, I was stuck in a formal but dead-end relationship, fighting nonstop. Buddies warned me Andrea was a “slut,” sending spicy pics on BBM, and damn, that pulled me in like a magnet. I started texting her more, and after her string of heartbreaks, she got close. I laid it out: “I’ve got a girlfriend, but I want you.” She didn’t blink: “No love, just fun.” Her messages were fire—pics of her tits, legs, feet (she knows I’m a foot fetishist), and dirty talk no one else came close to. It drove me nuts how shameless she was, not caring about “sharing my cock.” My girlfriend at the time hated sexting, but Andrea sent pics morning and night.
We became digital fuckbuddies, texting daily, until I couldn’t take it. We met up one Sunday for drinks. When I saw her—fuck me, she was a vision. Tight black dress, plunging neckline showing off her tits, open-toe heels flashing her perfect feet. The second she got in my car, we were devouring each other. Her lips bit mine, her tongue set me off. I tried grabbing her tits; she slapped my hand away: “Motel, now. Don’t want anyone seeing us.” Her mistress vibe got me rock hard. At the motel, we fucked like animals. She rode me like a pro, sucked me like a porn star. Best sex I’d ever had. I told her I wanted more, no strings, since my relationship was heading for marriage. She was down, with one rule: no jealousy. I asked for exclusivity to avoid STDs; she said she’d be careful, but I knew someone that sexual wouldn’t stick to it. Didn’t care.
After a year and a half as lovers, Andrea was basically living with me. My girlfriend dumped me when she found out I was cheating (turns out she was banging her gym instructor too). Didn’t give a shit—I was obsessed with Andrea. We went official; my family loved her. But I couldn’t miss how my uncles eyed her at gatherings. Loved having a hot girlfriend, but jealousy ate me alive.
Our only fights were about her clothes: short skirts, deep cleavage, showing it all. I loved it but hated other guys staring. When we got serious, I followed her on Instagram. Thousands of followers, sexy pics, stories of her legs and feet, knowing her fetishist fans went wild. I’d call her out; she’d fuck me senseless, and I’d cave.
I’ve always been into sex forums, had an anonymous Twitter for porn. Started with hung guys and petite girls like Andrea, picturing her. Then I stumbled on cuckold porn. Laughed at first, but stories of guys sharing their wives got me hot. Read you should talk about your partner’s past, make them comfortable. I’m jealous as fuck, but knowing Andrea was a slut turned me on. During sex, I’d ask for her stories. She thought it was a trap but eventually opened up: how she’d hit clubs with friends, let guys buy drinks for blowjobs or, if she liked them, go to their places. It was insane while fucking, though jealousy hit after. I made her feel safe, and soon I knew the names of the guys who fucked her best.
She kept mentioning Carlos, a guy she hooked up with young, right after losing her virginity. Said he was hung, made her cum hard. Lived nearby, so they used to meet often. That shit drove me wild. We’d joke about me letting her see him; she never said no. Talked about it for months, became my fantasy. But she’d say, “I love you too much, that’s betrayal.” Then it all flipped.
One night, Andrea stayed over. She was showering, left her phone out, and Instagram notifications popped up. I’d never snooped but knew her passcode and checked. Three messages from some guy, Martín:
Martín
Hey
Loved how you swallowed it all.
We gotta do it again 🙂
My blood boiled. I was into the cuckold idea, but it had to be on my terms. This stung. I screenshotted the messages, sent them to myself, and played it cool when she came out. She smiled at her phone; I lasted five minutes before confronting her: “I know about Martín, you slut.” She cried, begged for forgiveness. I grabbed my stuff, locked myself in another room, pissed as hell, thinking, “This is what I get for dating a slut.” But in the middle of the night, I got hard. Jerked off reading Martín’s messages, picturing what he did, and came harder than ever.
I went back to her, woke her up, said I’d forgive her if she spilled everything. She said Martín was a college classmate helping with a tough class. He was into her feet too, touching them, calling them cute. She wasn’t attracted but needed to pass, so she played him. In two weeks, he was hers. One Friday, she went to his car for a book, he invited her in, they made out. He pulled out his dick, told her to suck it. She loves giving head, so she did. With her skills, he came fast in her mouth; she swallowed it all. Said his cum was “thin and sweet,” wanted more. The jealousy and arousal fucked me up. I fucked her hard, slapped her, called her a whore, asked about his cum. She said it was delicious. I filled her with cum—hottest sex ever. I knew I was a cuckold, and this wouldn’t be the last time. I told her I wanted her to cuck me with Carlos. She grinned and said yes.
If you guys liked this and want more (like what went down with Carlos or Andrea’s club adventures), let me know. This cuckold world has me trapped, and though jealousy kills me, I’ve never felt so alive.
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