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BY: GingerMan

I wonder why giving your girlfriend or wife to another man seems to be mainly for guys in their 30s and upwards? Are there any younger guys out there who have or want to be cuckolded and who wonder if they could handle it? Or any young women who want to play with another guy but are afraid?

Back in the early 1970s I moved to London with my girlfriend Jane, our first time to live away from home. We were 20 years old at the time. At first she had her own place in a dormitory type setup and I had a room elsewhere. We had been together since we were 16 and although we did everything else, we never had full sex. She was saving that for when we got married.

We got to know a guy, Paul, who was a few years older and from the same place as us back home. He had various girlfriends while we knew him, but nothing permanent. He looked out for us, showing us the best pubs, cafes, advising us about jobs and so on. He introduced us to great music and to the joys of hash and we spent as much time together as possible when work permitted. We would regularly go out drinking and then go back to my place or to his, and Jane would stay with me after he left. We were growing up a bit but still I could have everything but full sex.

Where we lived there were a lot of hippies, blacks and trendies. I started to encourage her to dress in a more liberal way, plenty of cheesecloth and see-through tops, short skirts and the like, and she surprised me by going for it although she sometimes needed to be encouraged. She was quite sheltered and catholic. I loved walking down a busy street knowing her nipples were almost on view. I even got her to wear a string vest top once and she got some great looks from guys, her nipples hard and protruding through the holes. It was very horny for me. It gave me a real thrill having other men look at her, and that included Paul.

HIS HAND WAS UNDER HER SKIRT


I was doing night-work at the time, and I encouraged Jane to go for a drink with Paul now and again as I didn't want her to be on her own. I knew she had taken a shine to him and enjoyed being with him. I sometimes wondered if she would have a fling with him, and the idea turned me on even though I wondered if it would lead to us breaking up, which I didn't want to happen.

One Friday night, as usual, we went for a few drinks with Paul in the local and had a great time. When the pub closed we went back to his place where he rolled a joint or two and opened a bottle of wine. We were soon fairly stoned, and I lay down on his couch listening to music. I started to doze off and then woke when Jane put a blanket over me, but I kept my eyes closed. She went back to sit near him, and they had another joint while the music played. I half expected her to wake me to bring her back to my place since the dorms were closed early and she had nowhere else to sleep. After a while though, the music stopped and I heard them moving around, clearing up and talking in whispers. She said something about me and he reassured her that I was fine. Then the light went off, leaving only the street light outside. In the semi-dark I was able to see his double bed on the floor nearby, and my heart started to pound when I saw Jane climbing in on the far side. Paul followed after a few minutes and they lay whispering, but I could see she was lying on her back a bit away from him.

I suppose I knew it was inevitable, and it was such a turn on that I was sure they could hear my heart thumping and I had to control my breathing as I was sure they would notice I was awake. Every sense was heightened. I saw in the dim light as they turned towards one another,and then I heard the kiss. I thought 'that's ok, they'll kiss and maybe he'll cop a feel and leave it at that in case I wake'. I had mixed feelings, but was intrigued and as horny as hell. The kiss got more passionate, then I heard her shift over to him and I could hear little moans of excitement from her although she was obviously trying to stay quiet. I heard clothes rustle and recognised when he snapped the bra catch open. More kissing, then he must have started to ease her pants down because she pulled away. Half of me wanted her to say 'no, that's enough', the other half wanted him to persuade her. And he did, in whispers.

They started kissing again and I knew there would be no going back, but that he would get a hand job or a blow job and she would enjoy herself and have one or two orgasms, but that would be it. He was playing with her now, and her breathing was getting ragged and now and again she let out little moans. It was a thrill to imagine his fingers on her and in her, and I wondered if she was holding his cock and playing with it. I hoped so. Then I could see his shape as he shifted and lay on her. She was making half-hearted efforts to tell him to stop, but he started to move his hips. I thought 'She won't let him go all the way, they're just having a dry fuck', and the thought that his cock was rubbing against her pussy nearly drove me over the edge to orgasm. Then, suddenly, I knew that he was going in. I could hear her excitement, I could hear her weakly saying to stop, but I knew he had her and there was no going back. He was taking her virginity, and she was going along with it. I thought I would die from pleasure, I was afraid I would have heart failure the pounding was so great in my chest. I was sure they had to be able to hear it.

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I heard her little cry as he went all the way in. He stopped for a minute and kissed her as she whimpered and I knew her pussy was holding his hard cock inside, and that she wanted it. Then he started to move, and she started to move against him, and I thought, 'I hope he doesn't come in her'. She was not using any contraceptive. I could just see their shape as they fucked for what seemed like hours but was probably 10 or 15 minutes. I kept myself from coming. I wanted to be there for the whole thing.

They started to really fuck, building and building until I knew he was on the verge of coming and that she would make him pull out. She had been a virgin but she was well used to knowing when I was going to come. But she was arching against him, and then he came, and he was still in her, and he kept coming, and she held him in. I don't know if I started to come before him or after, but I had one of the most exciting orgasms ever, heightened by having to pretend to be comatose. As I lay there I heard her starting to cry softly, and I wanted to tell her it was ok, but couldn't. He comforted her instead, and kissed her and whispered to her and gradually she stopped. They lay close, and things got quiet. I waited for a long time until I thought they were asleep before I was able to creep out to the bathroom and clean up.

The next morning was strange. I knew that she was no longer a virgin. She knew it, and he, but she had to pretend that everything was as usual. I remember feeling strange as she and I walked to my place. but I didn't regret the night before. I loved her as much, and I hoped she loved me.

A few nights later we were playing around as usual and when it got to the point of no return she pulled me onto her and I knew then that we were going to fuck for the first time. And when I slid into her I thought about the cock that had been there a few nights earlier. When I was ready to come I started to pull out but she gripped my ass and held me in. Later I realised that she was probably afraid that she might be pregnant by Paul, but I didn't mind.

We were married six months later. She was pregnant. We are still together. Being cuckolded was great. I wish it happened more often, but apart from another couple of friends who got to fuck her it has pretty much been just me for her.

By the way, I continued to encourage her to meet Paul, and she did, even after we got married. She went to bed with him while I was in the same house, but they had arranged that I would be with another girl we knew. That was the nearest that they ever got to openly confirming what had happened. But they knew that I knew, of that I am 100% sure. We are still together, by the way, and very happy to be. We only see Paul occasionally.

Hope you liked my absolutely true story. I have a hard on again just remembering it. It was the best night I can remember having, ever.

If any young guys, women or couples want to email me because they are unsure of the thing they want, then do. I wish I had some phots to share, but they are all in my head, and I love flicking through them.

gingerman

***Strange how when something is on your mind after so long, as this is since I posted my account, that more details come back to mind.

I've been remembering how our relationship with Paul developed before that great night, which was about 9 months after we first met. And I remember that fairly soon I realised that she was a bit infatuated with him, if that's the right word. Remember, she was engaged to me by then, and had never had another serious reationship. She was serious about being a virgin on our wedding night, and I know she loved me.

I can remember how easy they were together in the pub on our regular nights out. She seemed to like playing shocked when he made risque comments, and that became part of the game, and I was in on it. I think she loved the idea that these two men made her the centre of attention. Looking back, there was an intimacy between them that you get with really close friends, and that intrigued me. Paul was in a way our mentor in this new city, he was a really nice guy. While he had been fairly sexually active when we met him, he didn't bother much looking for nookie as time went on. Maybe he had decided on Jane as his next conquest, and I can understand the challenge of winning her over would have added a little thrill to the game for him.

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Looking back, he was seducing her and she responded, probably without realising how far it would go. And the idea that she would go against her type and be intimate with another guy who I knew began to play in my mind, and I became part of the game without them knowing. By loosening her up in terms of how she dressed I was helping her to change. I encouraged her to go braless. She has lovely breasts, small with nice hard nipples, and I encouraged her to buy tops with necklines that would allow men and Paul in particular to catch glimpses of her body. I got her to wear hot pants to show off her cute a*s, and Paul made jokey remarks, and she loved that attention although she played it as if he was being too forward. Often, especially at night when we had a few drinks and a smoke in his place or mine, I would notice that she was in positions that allowed him to see her breasts without her realising it. I loved that.

Since she hadn't moved into my place, I spent many nights alone fantasizing about her, and Paul started to figure with her in these. While in a way I knew what I was doing by throwing them together more often, with or without me being there, I really never thought that she would go against the convent girl she was. But in my fantasies she could do anything I imagined she wanted. Looking back, Paul ws probably having similar fantasies, and Jane was probably too. I think Paul was serious about seducing her. The absence of other girlfriends is a pointer to where his interests lay. Before that night, they had started to go for a drink together, with my very active encouragement. I was definitely testing her, and in a way testing myself. I genuinely believe monogamy is wrong for many people, and I believed that if Jane had another lover, so long as I was still number one, then it would be fine.

We had slept over in another room he had previously. He had two single beds there. The usual few pints and a smoke, and easier to stay there than go to my place. So I made up a bed on the floor for me, and they used the single beds which were head-to-head. In the dark I could make out the beds from where I was. I know they held hands before sleeping, but nothing else, although I wished they would at least kiss. So that was a prelude to the night in his new place a couple of months later.

Just a few things about that night. I remember when they kissed as I lay, supposedly comatose, a few feet away, how pa*sionate they were even though they were being quiet and discrete. I lay there, fully aware that his tongue and hers were playing, that his was in her mouth, then hers in his. And they kissed for a very long time. The thought of his hands on her was really exciting. I wanted him to do what he did, to run his hands up under her t-shirt on her smooth skin and to cup her breast, to squeeze it the way she liked and to tease her nipples. I wanted him to do what he did, to run his hands back down along her belly to her legs and to stroke her thighs before bringing his hand up and slipping under her panties. I wanted him to have that first touch of her wispy hair as his finger found her clit and then slid down along her pussy. I kew he would run his hand around to cup her a*s, and knew she would like all of that. But I also remember as they kissed that I wanted her to reach for his cock, or for him to take her hand and put it there. And I knew that she would enjoy playing with it, and what her little tricks were, and how he would be getting that attention.

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I couldn't see these things because they were covered by a blanket, but I could hear most of them. I knew her so well that I was able to recognise the sounds she made. I was able to recognise the sounds of clothes being pulled and moved and opened. And I could make out their outline in the dim light, so I could see when his hand was at work on her pussy, when he shifted her leg, and the way their heads shifted as they kissed and became more pa*sionate. I was able to see him poised over her and then moving against her, and when he came in her I could see that movement and hear her sounds and his. One thing is very clear, he was in command. His seduction had payed off. She was his. She had surrendered everything to him. But I had been part of it, and certainly she didn't realise by how much. The next day, when we were walking to my place, I thought about the fact that his cum was still inside her, and when I kissed her in my place that was in my mind, and the memory that he had kissed her a few hours before and she had taken his tongue into that lovely mouth. And when she disappeared to the bathroom almost immediately, I knew it was to wash his traces from her body, but not her mind.

More will come back as I remember, and I will share them.

Let me know what you think. It is a real buzz for me to know that so many are sharing the experience.



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