jandk0103
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Cuckolded from the beginning
Ok, this one is perhaps milder than some of the stories out there, but I really like this girl and it really happened which makes it much more exciting to me. This whole trip has my head spinning.
So I went on a motorcycle trip with two friends who used to date. I'd been on one trip with them before and it was clear that they were done but still occasionally hooked up when together. Well, Samantha is dating someone at home now, and has realized that Steve (the male friend on the trip) is a womanizing prick. He's a good friend of mine, but since I've known him, he somehow has managed to bed at least 3-4 different women per week, very often multiple women in the same week for over a year. The guy has endless energy in everything he does, and I know that his condom of choice are magnums. I know he tends to be very take charge and energetic in the bedroom. He pretty much fits the stereotype of a bull in every way. Women think he's kind of a douche and a prick, but can't resist fucking him. I've seen it happen literally more times than I can count.
Well, on this trip, he was trying to get with Samantha in his typical flirty way but she was pretty much sick of him. We were typically staying in hotel rooms with two beds to save money on the trip, and Sam requested that she not have to share a bed with Steve so her boyfriend wouldn't worry. I wasn't thrilled about sharing a bed with another dude for two weeks, so I suggested that her and I share a bed. Everyone agreed that that made sense since her and I were strictly platonic friends and Steve didn't want to share a bed with me either.
This worked fine initially, but soon we started getting more comfortable and spooning together a lot more. Throughout the trip, Sam and I became more and more close, and started messing around after Steve had ****** when the lights were out. She had a boyfriend though, and Steve was in the room, so we weren't going to have sex. Putting that restriction in place and spending all of our time together led us to begin to fall in love with eachother if I'm honest. I won't say we're there yet, but we became very close emotionally and began to talk about dating when we get back to the states. (She has real concerns about dating her current boyfriend longterm, for various reamisters.)
I had told her all about my cuckolding fantasies and previous experiences with my ex-wife. She was very understanding and accepting of it all, but didn't fully understand it.
Well, about a week into the trip, Sam, Steve, and I were staying in a cabin-suite type hotel. The two beds in the room were separated by a large dresser and the bathroom was outside in a small building next to the cabin. We were all up late takeing and Steve and Sam were apparently more takes than I realized. Steve expressed some genuine sadness about the fact that he had obviously lost her for good before passing out. Sam, being a the kindhearted permister that she is, felt bad for him and went inside the hotel room to talk with him next to his bed.
What happened next is a bit of a blur. She basically was kneeling beside his bed talking to him for a bit before coming back outside to continue takeing and chatting with me. I think they probably made out a bit while she was in there but I wasn't trying to pry. They did have a lot of history together years before, and a little takes making out didn't seem like a big deal given how she said she felt about him.
At some point, Steve wandered outside to use the bathroom or something and she decided she needed to go inside. At that point she wandered inside and got in Steves bed, which was a bit of a surprise to me. She had been pretty much disgusted by his humor and behavior the whole trip and did nothing but talk about how sick she was of him.
I figured she wanted to console him a bit or something though so I crawled in my own bed and laid there staring at the ceiling. I'm sure you don't have to guess what kinds of sounds I started hearing next. This cut deep because I had really been falling hard for her, and we hadn't even had sex yet. I believed then (and now) that our feelings for each other are mutual, so it hurt that she started having sex with him with me in the room. I decided that I must have been reading signals wrong and that she still had feelings for him and just chalked it up to experience.
Soon they were really getting into it and she was moaning loudly. I could hear the sounds of their bodies slapping together and wet sounds of her sex. All I could think about was her in the throes of passion with his huge cock pistoning in and out of her. We were all pretty open and comfortable with each other by that point, so I jokingly asked if they'd mind trying to keep it down. I thought they'd just laugh about the fact that they were busted and continue fucking. They did for a few more minutes before Sam abruptly got up and left the room.
I then heard her crying outside and wandered out to see what was going on. She claims she that she thought that Steve was me until I said something. She apologized to me and Steve for what had happened as she said she didn't have feelings for Steve like that.
Steve was pretty takes and went back to bed once he saw that she was ok and it was obvious that he wasn't getting any more that night. I stayed up and hugged it out with her a bit and told her that I still respected her just as much and wasn't angry and even admitted that it kind of turned me on and pushed all kinds of buttons with the whole cuckolding interest of mine. She thanked me and we made out a bit, cuddled and caressed a bit on the porch of the cabin, then went to bed.
Once we were in bed, we were all over eachother, as quietly as we could. (Steve would not have been ok with us hooking up at any point on the trip, so it was always done secretively.) Soon, I was grinding on top of her and told her that it made me hot listening to them have sex. I whispered that it would really turn me on if she demanded that I go down on her. She immediately (and very enthusiastically) moaned "Yes, do it, now!", grabbed me powerfully by the hair and pushed me down between her legs, pulling my face tightly into her pussy She was almost hurting my scalp a bit as she pulled two fist-fulls of my hair like reins, powering my face hard against her pussy, writhing her hips and covering my face with her juices. She quietly told me to taste him, and feel what his cock had done to her.
I don't think he had come in her, but I could definitely taste his cock on her. There was a saltiness and muskiness that was definitely not hers. It was dark though and that was the first time I had ever gone down on her, it was difficult to separate her taste from his. I suspect I was tasting quite a bit of pre-cum of his on the outside of her pussy, but I'm not sure. She said he didn't come later when I asked her about it, but I'm not sure if she would have been honest about that.
I went down on her one other time after that on the trip, and here's how I would compare it. She tasted very salty initially when I went down on her the first time, until I had licked her pussy up enough to remove his taste. After that she tasted like a woman. Her pussy was very loose and open the first time. I had no trouble sliding two fingers in all the way to the third knuckle from the very first try. I could feel her clamping down on my fingers, but things were very wide open and relaxed.
Four or five days later when I went down on her, when she hadn't been with Steve, her pussy was so tight I had to work at it to get one finger in. She seemed to enjoy just my fingertip at her entrance more on that occasion. She never expressed open disappointment when she fondled my hard dick (about 5-1/2" of average thickness), but she never had much interest in it either. She made it clear any time I tried that we weren't going to have sex on that trip and made more than a few jokes in a casual setting with us after that about liking a large cock or being disappointed by a small one. It wasn't openly directed at me, but I suspect it may have been truth spoken in jest, so to speak.
We're going to fly to meet eachother in a few weeks here to spend a weekend alone together. By the end of the trip, it felt like we were about to use the L word to describe our feelings for eachother, but we refrained. I would say that there is a strong chance we may date seriously, but I suspect it won't be the last time I have to wait while she fucks someone else. My head is still reeling that I haven't even had sex with her yet, but I've already laid there and listened to her take a large cock. The first time I went down on her was within 10 minutes after she had fucked another guy with a much larger cock, from everything I've heard (from Steve and other women's descriptions).
Stay tuned, it may take a while, but this could get interesting.
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