Hello,
I have to share this because I can't get over how hot this is!
This is going back to 4 years ago. We were each other's first and only relationship and had been dating for 3 years before graduating. She left for school in ND right after graduation while I stayed in our home town working (Canadian Prairies). It was very tough at the time, being that we had never spent any time apart and were now a few hours drive with a border crossing in between to be able to see each other. That, and I was an insecure little shit.
The first year wasn't too terrible. She had never been particularly outgoing and both of us were kind of on the nerdy side. School had always been her priority, so college was no different. The second year, however, she seemed to become a little more distant. She had made friends by then, changed the way she dressed, started going out more, and being an insecure little shit...I whined about it rather than accepting and embracing it. So I probably pushed her away more than anything.
A few months into her first semester 2nd year, I really noticed things were going downhill. She would go out with friends and not call me when she got home, leaving me up all night worrying. She was increasingly short with me on the phone. When I'd visit, she'd seem short tempered and would often make excuses why she didn't have time to visit. The sex started being different as well...I had a harder time making her cum and she'd seem really frustrated by it the entire time.
I suspected her of cheating, and would always ask her about it which was always met with outright refusal and anger that I would even ask. Then, when she came home at Christmas that year, she ended it...stating the obvious, that we'd grown apart, and that was that.
Fast forward to a week ago. She was in town with her husband for the wedding of an old mutual friend (that I was also attending with my now wife). We caught up a little bit while there, introduced each other to our respective spouses and what not. She added me on Facebook the following day, and we started chatting about our lives until now.
I couldn't help but let my mind wander to what had happened. I always used to wonder if she'd cheated, and it'd made me sick. Over time, wondering about it started to turn me on, and most definitely had a lot (if not everything) to do with me developing my hotwife/cuckold fetish I have now. I finally worked up the nerve to ask her again. I explained my reasoning, and admitted that my wife regularly fucks other men with my blessing (which surprised the hell out of her given my past insecurities) and she FINALLY opened up that yes, she had cheated on me. That didn't surprise me...what surprised me was how.
Now my wife wasn't really having sex with anyone much to my chagrin. I'm trying to work on but as you all know these things take time.
As I'm sure you can imagine, she drew attention to herself at university. She absolutely hated it (at first anyway). She would regularly tell me over the phone about some offhand comment someone made to her, or how someone whistled at her, and in particular, one obnoxious jock type in one of her classes who was relentless...up to and including making humping motions towards her when she was turned away. And I'm sorry for reinforcing the stereotype! But yes, he was hung (lol).
However, 1st semester of year 2, right around the time I noticed she was becoming distant, and on the first instance that she went out with friends and didn't call me when she got home...apparently she was at a club when who other than this jock guy buys her a drink and starts trying to get her to dance. She claims she resisted, but as usual, he was relentless and she was admittedly flattered. Also, every one of her friends and some bystanders were incredibly jealous and made her feel like she'd be crazy to say no, so she did.
Dancing led to grinding, which lead to wandering hands, which led to making out, which led to taking a cab back to her apartment. I can't even begin to describe what I was feeling as she told me all of this...knowing how much she'd complained about this guy. She said she never really had it in her head that anything was going to happen, she just kind of kept going with it because it was exciting (though she knew it would have to stop at some point). But then they were on the couch, making out. Then her shirt came off, then her bra, then he was sucking on her tits.
Now you can choose to believe me or not, but this is what she said happened, and thinking back to the timeline of that evening, I'm pretty sure it adds up. She told me that mid him suffocating himself in her tits, I called her. She looked at her phone and saw that it was me, triggering the sudden realization of what she was doing and making her realize it had to stop there.
At the same time, he stood up and undid his pants, revealing what she said was a cock that was my length but much thicker. She didn't even have to think about it, she dropped the phone, dropped to her knees and didn't stop sucking him till his load was swallowed.
The rest of that night, and her time at school for that matter, was spent regularly fucking him. They never really dated, and after breaking up with me, she did date other guys...but she cheated on every single one of them with him. She couldn't resist him, not only his size and his body, but the way he just took what he wanted. From the time he first took out his dick, he knew he never had to ask, and that she would never say no.
It makes me want to go back in time and beat some sense into myself, knowing I could have been a part of that...having a hot girlfriend obsessed and with regular access to a thick cock. Here she is now in these pictures. They're a few years old and NOT taken by me!
My current wife is into the fantasy so far and we talk about it quite a bit. Especially with her old lovers. I hope that I can make something happen soon.
Little S*it
