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This is a brief story recalling our very first experience.

There is much written about 'cuckolding' vis-à-vis 'hot-wifing' and frankly I do not know (nor care) which label to apply. What I knew was that for at least the last 7 years the thought of my wife (then girlfriend) seeing other men, with my knowledge, had grown from a fantasy to an absolute obsession.

Just a little background:

About 3 years ago we began role-playing with female domination. Top of my 'to-do' list was for 'Jane' (not her real name) to sit on my face, have me orally stimulate her, to 'clean' her dirty pussy and then, ultimately, to dominate me by peeing into my mouth. Although she was (and to this day still is) reluctant to go to this final step we did play like this occasionally for a couple of years all the time my real desire was to be cleaning cum from her - not pee.

Maybe a year or so ago I finally confessed my true desire. *quot;Absolutely not*quot; was her initial response and no less than I expected. We did however begin to role play with the scenario. Whenever Jane would go out without me I would be busy at home, make the place nice, then settle down for some serious surfing. Initially it was 'porn' based, pictures and stories of creampies, cuckolds, hot-wives etc. Over time I got more interested in the forums and advice sites.

When she came home I would be in bed waiting for her. She would change into her slutty clothes then come up to bed and start telling me about 'her (fictitious) date' whilst making me clean her shoes, her feet, her gorgeous ass before, finally, her panties and pussy. Her panties and pussy always had a good load of cum in them. How was that possible if we were just playing? In advance of our play date I would make an ice-cube of my cum which Jane then warmed and applied as she was getting changed.

That sufficed - for a while. All the time, in the background, the need to do this for real just grew and grew.

My main fear (and I believe hers too) was about destroying our marriage. We had a very good marriage. We were a strong couple who loved each other, trusted each other, and worked really well together. So why this obsession with her going off to be with another man? Was it low self esteem? (I was a poor lover) was it a form of self-abuse? of control? To this day I do not know the root cause. What was certain was that to take it from fantasy to reality was a risk. It was only when I broached the subject that ignoring / sweeping under the carpet was also inherently risky that we really started to talk and consider 'trying it' for real.

Together we began to explore the possibilities. When we would go out She would dress just a little more provocatively and enjoy the looks and occasional attention she would receive. I sent her links to some articles and stories (including Literotica naturally). We would go on-line both together and individually. We began talking to people, couples already in the life, fantasists (they become very easy to spot after a while) bulls and other cucks.

Finally we were ready to try this. First we had to find our Mr. Right. Jane had set some very clear ground rules. Basically he had to be *quot;a decent person*quot; i.e. someone she could actually go on date with:

Age 30 - 49.

Able to hold a conversation about something other than sex or football.

High standard of personal hygiene.

Respectful with a GSOH.

And, at least, reasonably good looking (Jane was a very attractive lady).

A good looking woman offering no strings sex we did not think it would difficult to find someone meeting such reasonable criteria. Perhaps it was our naivety, poor choice of words, or just bad luck but we were inundated with responses from our first ad on 'craigslist' almost exclusively from morons *quot;I'll fuck you*quot; together with a photo of their dick was the standard response and not really what we had in mind. After several attempts and a couple of no-shows we went back to the drawing board.

*quot;Trouble is by 30 all the decent men are taken*quot; it was a chance remark that would ultimately determine our fate.

*quot;Then why not go for a married one?*quot; I suggested.

*quot;No way*quot; She came back immediately *quot;I'm not going to damage someone's marriage.*quot;

*quot;That's not what I mean*quot; I stuttered for a moment as I got straight in my own head where I was going with this *quot;What about swingers?*quot; I could see the cogs go around and just before she could come back I pre-empted her reaction *quot;One-sided swinging! hear me out?*quot; I continued *quot;We are looking for a decent guy, which means he is probably already taken, honest and discrete, with little chance of emotional involvement.*quot; I let it sink in for a bit as I too mulled it over. It was the ideal solution. Both couples value their respective marriages, discression is far more likely, and the calibre of suitors would (hopefully) be better.

*quot;But would they go for it?*quot; she asked *quot;I mean the wife gets nothing from it.*quot;

*quot;I don't know*quot; was the truthful answer balıkesir escort *quot;Why don't we give it a try - we'll soon find out.*quot;

When you advertise as an available female seeking NSA sex from single guys you get hundreds of responses (literally hundreds). Couples for couples far fewer but much more detailed, more involved, more adult (by adult I mean grown up, intelligent, not pornographic). We spoke with quite a few couples. Most were at least sympathetic to our cause they had all been messed around with internet dating to varying degrees. Some only 'played' in pairs but wished us well. A few, after chatting for a bit we didn't like, or them us. Some others we couldn't for practical reasons but ultimately we really began to hit things off with a couple in Manchester - Steve and Diane. They were very relaxed amicable people, some but not vast experience, they lived far enough away so you don't risk bumping into them in the street but close enough to drive down for a visit - perfect!

The Date:

After speaking, mailing, etc for several weeks we set a date for our first visit. One week on Saturday.

I was completely beside myself the whole week before. I must have packed and re-packed (it was just an overnight bag for god's sake) at least a dozen times. Jane would flip-flop between excitement, nerves, and worry. Nerves were probably the biggest. Talking with her later it's clear her biggest concerns were, could she go through with it?, would I be devastated if she backed out at the last minute? Would she 'be any good' (it has been almost 15 years with just crappy old me) - had sex changed?

Once we had set the date all marital rights were withdrawn. No sex, no masturbation, no touching, no cuddling. I was to sleep in the spare room. Looking was permitted and, when she felt like it, She would tease me by parading around the house in just her underwear, bra, panties, stockings and heels! At least twice a day She would kiss me passionately until I was 'swollen' have a quick rub of my hardness, tell me *quot;good*quot; then leave me ? dry!

Saturday Night ? 7:00pm:

This was it ? our first real meet. We had been at this stage before only to be let down by no-shows but we knew this would be different. We settled into the bar at the restaurant. Table was booked for 8 we had agreed to meet Steve