Let me introduce myself before I dive into our journey. I’m a 26-year-old Asian man, standing 5’7″ with a lean frame and a modest 4.8-inch endowment. My girlfriend, 23, is also Asian, petite at 5’4″ with a slim, alluring figure and a natural B cup.
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One evening back in June, as we indulged in some dirty talk, the topic of past lovers and body count came up. She was genuinely curious about my sexual history, and when I shared that I’d been with eight partners, her surprise was evident—after all, she’d had only me.
Curious, I asked about her experiences. Though she admitted to just one previous partner, she revealed she’d given oral pleasure to a few men before we met. Her candid story ignited something deep inside me—I’ve always harbored a cuckold fantasy, and hearing about her secret past stirred me profoundly.
She seemed a little uneasy about my number of previous lovers, so I tossed out a wild idea: what if she had a seven-day free pass to be with a different man each day, so her count could catch up to mine? She quickly rejected it, and I dismissed the thought, not wanting to unsettle her.
Weeks passed, until earlier this month she surprised me by rekindling the idea, expressing a genuine interest. We spent days laying down rules, setting boundaries, and carefully selecting the men involved.
We settled on starting July 18th—her ovulation week—through July 24th, ending on a Friday so she could have the weekend to recover.
The guidelines were clear: all encounters at home, she could choose to use protection or not (if she opted out, morning-after pills were mandatory), and either of us could activate a kill switch to stop things if they felt wrong.
She found seven men through a dating app, each assigned a specific day. She kept their appearances a secret from me, wanting to surprise me. None knew about my role in our arrangement—they thought I was merely her roommate, and she presented herself as a single woman eager for adventure.
Now, on the eve of the first day, sleep eludes me. My mind races with anticipation, excitement, and a touch of nervousness. Tomorrow marks the start of this intense, intimate experiment—wish me luck.
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