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https://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_96357_1.html#msg1945596Andy's story
Paula and I were late bloomers. At high school this meant that I was constantly bullied by Martin, amongst others, and that Paula was not worthy of his attention.
We waited until our wedding night to consummate our love. Sex between us was what many would describe as vanilla. I only needed sex once a week, I thought Paula was ok with that. I also thought she was happy with my thin not quite five inch dick. We never tried anything other than the missionary position.
We managed to find a babysitter so we could attend our High School 10th year anniversary reunion. It was the first one we had been to. We had been there for about an hour when Martin spotted us. He made a bee-line for Paula. He ignored me, looked at her, extended his hand and said 'Wow! Dance?'
Paula whispered in my ear, 'Honey, I want to see if his cock will grow against my belly like the other girls said it did.'
I'd never heard Paula talk like that before. I was shocked. Nor had I ever seen her dance like she was doing with Martin. His hands were all over my Paula's body. Their groins seemed locked in unison as the gyrated together in the slow songs.
I was upset, I was angry, I was too afraid to do anything about it. I was also afraid to move from the table because I was rock hard. Confused isn't a strong enough word to describe my angst, my emotions. As they swung around close to me, Paula took his hand and placed in on her breast. His grin in my direction was pure evil. They soon headed for the exit. Paula glanced back with a pleading look as if to say 'stop him'. I realised later it wasn't stop him it was stop me.
I sat there for over an hour. Occasionally someone would ask where Paula was or would tell me they saw her getting into Martin's truck.
Well over an hour later they came back in. Even in the subdued lighting I could see her smudged lipstick, dried cum in her hair and on her dress. She was wearing it like a trophy. A coy look crossed her face as she mouthed 'sorry'. Martin grinned, passed me her panties and said 'Thanks, your wife has a lovely tight cunt' then left laughing at me.
I grabbed Paula's hand and dragged her out to the car. Nothing punctuated the silence on the drive home. The smell of sex on Paula and the thought of what may have happened kept me hard all the way home.
As soon as the babysitter had gone Paula burst into tears. I stopped her from running to the shower. She whispered 'What now?'
I told Paula that I was hurt and disappointed but I was also extremely horny and wanted to fuck her. Paula tried to deter me with 'but Martin didn't use anything, I'm so messy.'
I lowered Paula onto the sofa, lifted her dress to look at her ruined cunt, climbed between her legs and failed miserably to reclaim her. I couldn't feel the sides of her pussy. My erection wilted. Paula sighed and said 'If you can't fuck me, prove you still love me by kissing my pussy and then come cuddle me. I kissed her sodden, gaping cunt, then kissed it again and again. I couldn't resist licking her gash. I was lost in the aroma, the flavour and the sheer nastiness of it. Paula orgasmed, twice. I came in my pants.
Paula wanted to shower before bed but I wanted her to tell me how Martin had used her while I licked her pussy again.
Paula's story
I hadn't intended cheating at the reunion but I had fantasised about it. Sex with Andy was at best boring and predictable. Martin was my daydream lover for years. My first ever orgasm, with my fingers not with Andy of course, was while I was fantasising about Martin. I'd never been brought to orgasm by Andy, not even close. Preparing for the reunion I found myself dressing for Martin even though I didn't expect him to even notice me. It was strange, I don't like macho men but I wanted Martin to make me his slut for a while.
When Martin came over to us I couldn't believe it. I almost climaxed when he asked me to dance. I expected to be sat back with Andy within minutes. Martin didn't waste any time talking sex, 'I didn't fuck you back then did I Paula?' translated in my mind as 'I'm going to fuck you later.'
I didn't care who was watching, least of all Andy, as Martin explored my body on the dancefloor. Martin's cock was rigid against me. At one point I grasped it for a few seconds. I was behaving like a wanton slut. Martin said 'Careful, I want to empty my balls into you not my pants.'
Just as we wheeled round to where Andy was sitting I placed Martin's hand on my tit as a message to them both that I wanted to be fucked. Some half an hour later I was on my knees at the side of Martin's truck. Martin pushed my head down to his cock. I told him I had never sucked cock and wasn't sure what to do. He told me caress his cock with my lips and tongue then take it into my mouth. He also said not to suck like it's a straw and most definitely don't actually blow unless it's no more than a tickle. I hadn't realised his cock would taste of what I assumed was cum leaking from the end of his cock but I licked him and kissed his shaft just as he had instructed. It amused Martin that I was a blowjob virgin but I must have been doing something right because I was in short order gagging on his copious cum, trying in vain to swallow it all. I was not altogether successful, some dribbled onto my dress. Martin wiped his cock in my hair. Some people I didn't know were watching us made a few ribald comments. One even shouted 'Does Andy know?'
We climbed into the back of Martin's truck and stripped off. I'd never been naked with another man. His fingers soon found my
pussy. He lay on his back and told me to straddle him. His cock was stood rigid, I lowered myself on it. Martin caressed my tits
and teased my nipples. His cock was stretching me. There were times when I couldn't feel Andy's. Martin's thrusts became urgent. I felt his throbbing cock releasing his cum, it triggered my own climax, much like when I played with myself but much more intense, so intense I was surprised Andy didn't hear my screams.
Once Martin had made his conquest he lost interest. We dressed and he walked me back to Andy. Anybody who looked could see my panties in Martin's hand. It was so embarrassing when he handed them to Andy, so many people were watching.
I was both sorry and glad that I had behaved like a slut. Andy not only forgave me he positively enjoyed hearing about it when we got home.
Now I have tasted a real man's cock, I want more which means Andy will be getting less of my pussy.
