I had just finished fucking Nathan after our first date (because that’s how I roll) when he asked me that question. I didn’t really care, but I hadn’t got off yet so I figured that if I humoured him and kept the conversation going, he’d be ready to go again. He explained, tentatively at first, that he had a fetish/fantasy of being with a woman who denied him sex, whilst having sex with other men. As someone with an incredibly high sex drive, the idea of wanting to be denied sex boggles my mind. What? But? Have you ever? WHY??????
I listened intently, not really understanding what he got out of it exactly. But for some reason, it really did intrigue me. Maybe because it was something new and different. Maybe because he told me of his previous relationship where his girlfriend had dumped him for the bull she was fucking, and I felt sorry for him. Or maybe it was simply because in that moment, we’d had sex and I hadn’t cum but there he was, offering a possible solution.
Looking back on that moment four years later, I love the fact that he was honest with me from the start. He gave me the opportunity to either say yes this is a road I want to go down or no, but thanks anyway. That night I went home and read articles about cuckolding, and the next day and the day after that. I wanted to know more about this lifestyle that I’d never heard of before and didn’t really understand. I came across a lot of “grooming” websites, which gave men tips on how to convince your partner to cheat on you or set up situations that would lead to cheating. One recurring example was to invite a few male friends over, get them and your partner insanely drunk, play a raunchy game and essentially let nature take its course. In my limited experience, the one thing I’ve learnt is that if you can’t be 100% honest with your partner to the point you literally cannot even ask them to cuckold you, then you’re probably going to have a relationship breakdown and end up as one of those morally self-righteous news stories about why open relationships don’t work. Thanks.
So after about a week of researching cuckolding, and discussing with Nathan what the ground rules would be (any undisclosed secret encounters would count as actual cheating, not cuckolding and I would only fuck, no dates or friendships), I decided to go along with it. I was excited to test the water and kept looking for opportunities to hook up with another guy, which ended up happening about a week later. Just like a scene out of a bad porno, I needed to get my laptop repaired and after some playful flirting, the guy at the shop invited me back to his place for some “afterhours servicing”. I cringed internally at the pun but I was excited to try my first stint at cucking Nathan. I texted him pictures of the sexy dress I was wearing, pics of me not wearing underwear and then all the things I wanted to do to the computer guy. It was thrilling knowing I was working him up without even being there. I went over to the guys house and he was pretty much straight into it, kissing me all over my face and my breasts and as soon as he slid his hand up my leg and realized I wasn’t wearing underwear, he called me a slut and kissed me hard on the mouth. I was fucking him within the first 5 minutes of walking through the door. It was no-strings, super hot and I admit I felt a bit like a secret agent, silently memorising the especially lurid moments so I could call Nathan and tell him about it later. I came 3 times and felt thoroughly spent. He snuggled up to me and started stroking my hair gently, then said the one thing I hadn’t really prepared for: “That was amazing, when can I see you again?” I wasn’t sure if I could just blurt out, Ahh I have a boyfriend! Or if I should just play it aloof and say I’ll call him some time. If you haven’t realised it by now, I tend to neurotically overanalyze everything I do. I awkwardly sat up and stammered out a lie about how I couldn’t really see anyone because work has me travelling interstate all the time so it would be too difficult to arrange another date or hookup. Thankfully he got the hint (or believed me) and did the whole, “Yeah that’s cool but *yawn* it’s late I’ve got work tomorrow, time to go” spiel, to which I gratefully obliged.
I called Nathan while driving home and relayed the details of the night, while listening to him jerking off and eventually cum. I felt so much more seductive with the power I had over him, than I’d ever experienced in my life. It was like nothing I’ve ever done before, but I knew it was something I wanted to keep doing. Keep putting him in his place and reminding him that he doesn’t deserve to fuck me, and that even if he did he would never measure up to the other guys.
That was the first time I cuckolded Nathan, and I kinda liked it. Tell me in the comments about your first time cucking your partner, or if you’re yet to do so, how you plan on being much more suave than I ever was.