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This was our first time, which brings powerful memories back. Here are the cliff notes, because you probably don’t want to hear about all the stuff a cuck feels. Here it goes:
We’ve been chatting about cuckolding for a few months. It started as fantasy talk during sex – me telling her how hot it would be if she fucked another guy, her teasing me about it, getting wetter every time we brought it up. Eventually it turned into her texting and flirting with one of my friends, and boss.
The flirting got more and more real: dirty messages, pics back and forth, her telling me details while I jerked off listening. But the idea of her actually doing it? Still felt like a fantasy.
Then one day she just… did it.
She told me that morning she was going over to his apartment after work. No buildup that day, just “I’m doing it tonight.” My stomach dropped. I was rock hard and nauseous at the same time. We talked about showing her ID to get on the military base and potential answers for the gate guards. She kissed me goodbye like normal, said she’d text when she could, and left.
I stayed home alone. The waiting was torture. Every minute felt like an hour. I paced, checked my phone obsessively, imagined every possible thing happening. Her getting there, them talking awkwardly at first, then making out on his couch, clothes coming off… him fucking her in his bed while I sat here like a pathetic mess. The jealousy hit in waves, but so did this insane arousal I’d never felt before. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t focus on anything. Just pure torment and horniness mixed together.
She didn’t text much – a couple quick “I’m here” and later “things are happening” that made it 10x worse/better. Hours passed. I was losing my mind in the best/worst way.
When she finally got home late that night, she was glowing, a little messy, smelling like sex, cigarettes and his cologne. She crawled into bed, kissed me deep (tasting him on her lips), and whispered, “He fucked me so good, baby. Twice.” Then she told me bits and pieces – how he was bigger than she expected, how she came hard riding him, -anal- how he came inside her (we’d agreed on that part ahead of time). Let me get back to anal. To my knowledge this was her first time. I tried it later because, yeah, but she didn’t like it. She said I hurt her asshole, even though my cock is smaller.
I was shaking. Humiliated, heartbroken in this weird hot way, but also feeling more alive and connected to her than ever. We had the most intense sex right after – reclaiming, sloppy seconds, her telling me more details while I fucked her. That mix of emotions… I’ve chased it ever since.
That first time was pure electricity. The torment of waiting, the rush when it became real, the aftermath. Never felt anything like it.
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