Last night I had my first cuckold experience, and it is not what you think.

I am a man, born 44 years ago, never been married, and since I am here, you can guess I am a bit of a pervert. I was always looking for unorthodox sex, and that might be one of the reasons I stayed single, first because, I tend to push things fast and without thinking, which scared quite a few women off, and secondly, because in instances in which I found a woman who was open to many things, I went so far, that even she got scared away, after a while.

So, I dwell here, and in similar places. I take good care of myself, and I look superior to other men my age, and I could thank my genetics, along with the gym and track, but before mentioned has been a ballast in my love life.

So, I mostly chat, and sext with women online, had quite a few hot cam sessions, but I didn't meet any of them, except for one chubby, years ago, and that ended up as nothing more than a groping session.

Now, you can imagine my reserve, when this couple I was chatting with, on a local dating site, proposed cam play. It was nice, they looked really good, especially her. Around 40, as I later learned, brunette, very beautiful, a little bottom heavy, but still very hot. We did these cam sessions, weekly, for over three or four months. In that period of time, we talked a lot, I made her laugh, and it wasn't just this game of mutual sexual arousal, I could see they liked me.

She was the one to propose us meeting up, and through cam, it seemed that he was surprised by this. Our conversation ended quickly after that, but they were online tomorrow, and, they wanted to meet.

In person, I was blown away by her appearance, she looked like a real fine lady, well dressed, him as well, and I felt comfortable around them, and I could see, half way through our lunch, that they felt the same way about me.

Nothing happened that day, except we exchanged our phone numbers (me and him), and we continued our online sessions. He would text me, that they are talking about me being with her, while he watches, since it has been something they talked about before, and I used that to drop that seed in our chat. It was going on slowly, but one could see that the idea, now palpable, started to grow on her.

We went on another lunch, and drank, and laughed, and joked about it, and again, we each went our way, but it was a progress.

Finally, somewhere before New Year's, they said they want to try it, at my place, since they have kids. I agreed, but since I was out of the country, I just proposed that we push this meeting after the 15th, when I got back, and we agreed, this Saturday.

I thought a lot about it, figuring, they will chicken out, since they had so much time to think about it, but they didn't.

I have had, I could say, a pretty extensive experience, sexually, and my age would suggest that nothing can move me, or scare me, but I felt pretty intense waiting for them. I was afraid of so many things, how to approach this, and not to be pushy, how to set up the place. It turned out, that I was overthinking.

She was wearing this shorts, that looks like a short skirt at the front, with nylons, and boots. Instant erection. We had a few glasses of wine, before I made my move, touching her. We agreed on no kissing, but she was the one who leaned towards me. We were on the bed in matter of seconds, she pulled her bottoms down, and I just started eating her.

He was somewhere behind me, I could see, that she was looking his way, with a smile on her face, but I felt insecurity in her eyes. When she started cumming, she looked at me, before closing her eyes, and arching her back.

I got up, got undressed, and I wanted her to suck me, oh boy, did I want those lips on my cock, but she pulled me towards her, and pushed me on my back. We agreed on condoms, but there she was, on top of me, sliding down on my cock, raw.

I licked her hanging tits, her hard nipples, and she was riding me like there is no tomorrow. At some point, when she turned to look back at him, only then I noticed him behind her, standing, and wanking. I started touching her ass, rubbing the asshole with my finger tips, and then spreading her cheeks wide open, inviting him to join. And she was ready, believe me, even if she never let him touch her asshole, at that moment, she would take him with immense pleasure. But no, he just started cumming, all over my floor.

That was the last time I looked at him, and focused on her. She came for the second time, and I was so close, that I said it. "Please don't cum in me", she asked, without breath.

I wanted to get her up, cum on her face, or tits, in front of her husband, but in this fit of sex crazed rage, I pushed myself over the edge, so I just managed to pull out, and cum all over her ass.

When we came to our senses, we realized that he is gone. She started to panic, got dressed, and stormed out.

I checked the place, even though I keep nothing of value, no, they weren't thieves. They told me that it was their first time doing something like this, which I doubted, by the way she behaved last night, but I guess the weren't lying, and that post nut clarity hit him hard.

Texted him this morning, asking, if everything is ok. No response.

I guess that is it, but I wish I am wrong.

Long time lurker, sharing for the first time.

Like many out here, I had my time, when ideas of swinging and sharing went through my head. We were in our mid 30's, sex life has been on a little halt, after two kids, so we started experimenting, and among other things, this came up. And it was by accident, my wife revealed to me that her colleague, one can say a close work friend, admitted to her that her and her husband are into the lifestyle.

Pondering about it was hot enough, and this lasted for a few months, when finally, my wife suggested the idea of us going to one of the parties. To say that the excitement before hand was big, would be an under statement. But when we got there...

It was, just bad. Old people, far too unattractive, my wife was the star, everyone was prancing around her, but she wasn't interested, and the thought of those old men having anything to do with her, was scary in my mind. We did meet a couple, only couple that looked good, about our age, maybe a few years older, and we just talked to them. My wife's work friend was busy all night, in the rooms, in which we had no courage to enter, not even for a peek.

But we exchanged contacts with our new friends, and went on a dinner few weeks after, and then another. They have also been to such a place for the first time, and it felt weird. And that night, on our second dinner, they slipped that they liked us, and that is why they wanted to stay in touch.

It was back and forth, we were talking about them often, my wife kind of liked him, and I liked her, she was this tall brunette, yet still slim, and we talked to them, how uncomfortable we all feel, yet interested, and he suggested, that maybe, we can try a swap. We don't have to be in the same room, hell, we don't have to be in the same apartment - I could come to theirs, and he will come to ours.

It took some time to think about it, and finally, we gained our courage.

She waited for me, in a short black dress. Oh man, those legs!!!! We had a glass of wine, and I was reluctant to initiate, so she did. She got on her knees, and started to suck me. Cock hungry, is a mild word, she was devouring it, bared her tits, put him between them, wanting me to tit fuck her. That was it I needed to fuck her, so we got on the bed, and she reached for a condom, since we agreed on using them. I just threw it to the side, and she smiled.

I kissed her, licked her tits, played with them, all while ramming her as hard and as fast as I could. She was close, and so was I, and when I told her I am gonna fill her up, she started convulsing and cumming, while almost screaming from joy.

It felt amazing, and I was looking forward for many, many nights of this.

On the way back home, just then, it hit me, that her husband has fucked my wife, and this strange feeling of guilt rushed through my body. No passion, no excitement about the thought, just jealousy, and guilt.

When I got home, she looked weird. Asked her if everything is ok, she just nodded. We went to bed, and I was the first to share. Told her how amazing it was, what we did, to the detail, leaving the no condom part out. I didn't want to, but she insisted. Then she started crying. I thought something bad has happened, that he was mean, or rough, or, I don't know.

It was the opposite. He was really small, and that was the first disappointment. The second was, that he came, during oral, and couldn't get it back up, even though they tried. So he just left, frustrated, and she felt stupid, and awful, and horny at the same time.

That night, we had the best sex of our lives, and promised to each other, that we will be enough.

And to be honest, she is enough for me. Although exciting, this whole experience has thought me about fragility of our egos, and I often remember this, while reading some of the urges and wishes some people here have, and share, on these boards, regarding the lifestyle, and I think, oh boy, how bitter must it be, when things go sideways.

I know this ain't much, but it is our insight and humble experience, regarding this. All in all, if I had the chance to do it all over again, even thought that night with her was super exciting, I wouldn't do it, the risk is too high.

I have been unhappy in love, ever since I started dating. Married young, at 19, and that didn't last, so I got married again, and, well, at 25, I was a double divorcee. I had my fair share of men, interested in me, even though I was never pretty, nor especially attractive, but I guess my petite build and blonde hair had men going. Then, 30's came along, and I became more and more lonely, with strings of meaningless relationships that didn't last. Loneliness, that was the reason I ended up here, among other things.

Coming close to my 40th, I became sex starved, men were getting worse, and I ended up with a guy, who is not my type, not at all. I like dominant men, he is so submissive, that I often felt sorry for him. I am petite, but I always loved tall, strong men, he is short, with thin little arms, and narrow shoulders, wearing glasses and dressing like his mamma bought his clothes, even though he is older than me.

The sex was there, but it was like there ain't any. I did my best to make something of it, but the only thing he was good at, to some point, was the oral, while everything else was far bellow anything I ever experienced. So I introduced him to this little secret world of motherless, and some other places, in hopes it will lift us both up. He loved the idea, but was pretty closed to sharing anything specific, while we roamed through here, but after a while, I caught him taking interest in the idea of sharing me, online.

I wasn't up for it, but we spoke of it, and it was the idea of other men wanting me. I hinted something like, "that is just a fantasy, you would never let other man touch me", but his response, or better lack of it, made it clear where his thoughts were.

Once we cleared that up, we started looking for someone, and that is not an easy task. Our sex life did improve, from just the thought of it happening, and for a while, I thought that will be it, a nice little fantasy to warm us up, but nothing more. Yet, he was very pushy, and became even more and more, that we finally found a guy through a local hook up site. He was 25, looking handsome on the photos he sent us, and we met up at a coffee shop, during the day, to avoid any foul play.

Well, he lied about his age. He looked so young, that we had to ask for his ID. 18. Like a twig. But he was almost begging us to give him a chance.

And we did, we set up a meeting at my place. I wasn't sure which one of them was more scared, but after a few drinks, we all started feeling better (Europe, drinking is legal at 18).

He told us he had experience, but I sincerely doubted it, at first. I had to take the lead, and hop on him, in the bed, mount him in my short, tartan skirt. Even though he had a condom on, it was obvious he was struggling not to cum. He wasn't touching me, I exposed my breasts, and pushed them in his face, and he would shyly lick the nipples a few times, then moving his head to the side, with his eyes closed, trying to keep up.

I don't know what it was, maybe the sex starvation, or the fact that this handsome young man, twice younger than me, found me so iressistable, that he had to fight his body not to cum, but all together, gave me a big, loud orgasm. Through it, I hear my bf moan, and after I was done, I turned around, only to see him all messed up, sitting there, like a proper loser.

It was over, soon afterwards. My young lover mounted me, had a few hard thrusts, while holding my breasts, and that was it, he was done.

I felt good about it, after it was done, and even tomorrow, I felt no remorse. I was happy for my young lover, I could see he had the time of his life, but my bf...

The image of him, covered in his own cum, on that chair, with his eyes rolled out... Pathetic.

So I ended it.

I wanted to contact my lover, but the holidays came and went, and two days ago, I finally did. Will meet him next week.

Finally, something exciting is going to happen.

I sat at the bar on New Years eve, pondering life. There has been so many ups and downs, especially the downer of how my wife decided to leave me for a married couple. The funny thing was, we never had any issues – it was just out of the blue. When she came to me about it all, she said it wasn’t me, that she just wanted to explore her sexuality and that she was being selfish. She said she didn’t mean to hurt me, and even let me keep the car, the house – hell I got to keep everything. We had no kids as she was infertile, which was fine. Me being 46, no kids, no wife – I was just kind of done with everything.
So there I was, drowning my sorrows and in my own thoughts, and this girl sits down next to me. I thought nothing of it, I was too invested in self-pity. Fuck I didn’t even notice her sit down until she ordered a beer.
“What would you like miss?” The bartender asked as he wiped the counter down.
“I don’t like domestic, gives me a headache, do you have Newcastle or Guinness?” she asked with a soft voice. Good choice, I thought – and I was pulled to pay for her drink but decided self-pity was the theme of the evening.
“We’ve got both”
“I’ll get a Guinness then!”
“Hey, you need a refill?” I heard her ask. I didn’t think she was talking to me, but I noticed my glass was almost empty, I turned to see who she was talking to. I almost fell out of my chair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her bobbed black hair framed her face perfectly, her luscious lips sparkled and her eyes seemingly looked right into my soul.
“Oh um, me? I might call it a night,” I said to her as I shyly looked away.
“That sucks, I’ll tell you what, and it sure looks like you could use someone to talk to – so stick around. I’ve got this round, you get the next?” She smiled and checked her phone.
I looked at the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having,” and I looked at her, “thank you for your kindness.”
I don’t know why I said that, it just came out of me – “thank you for your kindness??” are you fucking kidding me? Yet, it seemed to work.
“I’m Cindy, happy New Year to you…”
I smiled, “I’m Mike, happy New Year to you too, pleasure to meet you.”
The bartender came with our drinks and we clinked them together, “to better days, yeah Mike?”
“To better days, Cindy, I sure need them!” I laughed.
“Why, what’s up? Tell me about yourself, Michael!” She said, using my full name – which was shocking, no one ever did that, so it was strange to hear.
“Oh boy, my tragic life, it’s pretty uninteresting. Where do I start? My wife left me a year ago to live with a married couple she’s been screwing around with behind my back, but at least she left me with everything – we got divorced, and well, I haven’t heard from her since. Which is fine I guess. I can’t complain about my job, I love my job. I work with labor unions, organizing non-union workers and helping people get a decent wage…”
Cindy took a sip of her Guinness, “how crazy is that, what your wife did? If you really love someone you wouldn’t do that – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Hell, she could have at least asked you to join them! If it’s any consolation, I got dumped by my fiancé 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. I figure once someone breaks trust like that, there’s no going back. I don’t even really think about him anymore at all.”
“Yeah, I thought she was the one, ya know? And I’m sure you thought your ex was the one too – otherwise you wouldn’t have been engaged, right?”
“It always amazes me how people lack compassion and empathy these days. We’re a rare breed you and I…” she took another sip of her drink, “People who actually give a fuck… who care, it’s so damn rare. She hurt you out of her selfish needs, as did my ex. The hell with both of them!”
I laughed, “agreed, the hell with them,” I raised my glass and we clanked them together and laughed.
We talked for hours, it was almost 10:30 PM, and Cindy showed me the time on her phone “the end of 2024 is almost here.”
“Hopefully that’s a good thing, Cindy.”
“Hey, you want to bring in the New Year with me? My place or yours? Why stick around in a bar when we both can talk and chill together?”
I was a bit shocked, “Are you sure you want to bring in the New Year with a 46 year old guy who’s probably going through a midlife crisis?”
She smirked, “Dude, you’re hot. I like older men. You got that salt and pepper hair, tall dark and handsome, with those dark brown eyes I could lose myself in… I’ll cure that midlife crisis of yours,” she laughed and nudged my shoulder.
“I’m not far away, my house is just down the road a bit…” I told her, and then asked, “How old are you?”
She bit her lip, “Don’t freak out, I know I’m a bit young – I’m 24. And I trust you, I know people pretty good, I’ve got a good sense about people – you give me a good vibe, so yeah, let’s head to your place.”
She followed me to my house, we both parked in my driveway and went inside. I took her jacket and hung it up, then showed her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and giggled.
“What kind of movies do you like? I’m going to guess science fiction and fantasy from the figurines on the TV cabinet,” she said pointing to a dragon figurine.
“You would be correct! I love sci-fi and fantasy, a lot!”
“Oh we’re going to get along just fine, Mike – just to let you know I’m not into sports… at all.”
My heart skipped, “Neither am I – I find them boring! Oh shit, let me get you a drink. How’s rum and Coke?”
“Perfect! Oh shit we forgot to get Champaign!”
“I actually got some from Costco the other day, it was a $50 bottle and I planned staying here for New Years and not going out but… well luckily I did!”
I chilled the Champaign on ice as we drank our rum and Cokes and got to know each other even more.
As midnight approached I got the Champaign ready and got a couple of Champaign glasses – we counted down together, “3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!!!”
I found myself in her arms, our lips were touching, our tongues were exploring. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me against her body. I could feel her soft breasts pushing into my chest as my hand gently caressed her face.
We must have kissed for 20 minutes straight, and our hands began to wander. She pulled back, again biting her lower lip.
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” she said with a sly smile, “but we’re not on a date!”
She unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and started sucking my cock. I leaned back on the couch and let her go to town. Her sexy black bobbed hair swayed and caressed her face as she swallowed the whole of my cock. She quickened the pace, jerking me off and sucking as my cock got harder and harder – I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped her, and pushed her down on the couch. I pulled her shirt up, undid her bra and pulled her pants and panties off. I started licking her lovely soft breasts, teasing her hard nipples and worked my way down to her completely shaved (waxed) pussy. My face dove right in. Her juices were sweet, succulent, she tasted like no other women I’ve ever been with. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and quivering with each lick. I pushed a finger inside her, she was tight as hell. I started working my finger as my tongue lapped at her dripping cunt. She exploded in pleasure, literally. I’ve never been with a woman who can squirt, but she did – the warm fluid gushed on to my chin, on to my chest as she writhed in orgasmic delight. She let out a guttural scream, “FUCKKKK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD MIKE!!” Cindy nearly passed out.
I cuddled into her as she was recovering, she started stroking my hair, “holy fuck – who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you learn how to do that??”
“What?” I asked.
“No one has ever made me squirt, I’m the only person that can do it – you’re the first person to ever get it right!” she was panting.
“Oh you’re in a lot of trouble mister,” she said as she pushed me back, and started sucking my cock to get it rock hard again. When she got it hard enough she mounted it, taking it all inside of her. She started riding me, her breasts bouncing on my chest as her lips met mine. Her pussy was way too tight, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
“Holy fuck you’re so god damned tight Cindy… I’m not going to last long…”
“GOOD!” She pushed me deeper into her tight hot hole, looking into my eyes – she was mesmerized, as was I.
“Such a beautiful cock Mike, oh so good….” She said as her cunt stroked me deep inside her.
“Cindy….” I murmmered as my hands gently clenched her cloudy soft breasts.
“Give me all of your cum Mike, fill me up…” Cindy whispered.
I did. I erupted deep inside her, my cock jumped and pulsed as cum sprayed inside of her. She moaned and began grinding my dick in her pussy. I could feel every detail of the inside of her tight pussy, she was milking my cock dry. There was so much cum her tight little cunt couldn’t hold it all, so it started dripping out and down my balls. She got off me, and I felt her mouth licking the cum off my cock and balls. After she was done she cuddled into me.
“That was perfect,” Cindy sighed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked jokingly.
“Ya think??” she laughed.
We both got serious for a second, “would you be opposed for me taking you out on a date?”
She kissed my lips, “I’d love that. But remember, I don’t fuck on the first date!”
We both laughed.
“Cindy, seriously, I’ve never met anyone like you and honestly dating you wouldn’t really be about the sex, it’s about getting to know you – because it just seems like you were put in my life for a reason.”
“Mike, everything happens for a reason. I’m a big believer in that. Bad things happen and we learn lessons from them. Good things happen and fill us with joy and happiness. So, let me be clear – I won’t ever cheat on you Mike, I know that I’m just saying words to you – but I know how it feels. And I know you’ll never cheat on me either, because you’re a 46 year old guy banging a 26 year old.”
We laughed.
“Cindy, you’re way mature for your age – I don’t even see your age.”
“Oh, I see your age – that’s a kink of mine,” she smiled, “don’t get offended if I start calling you daddy, and beg you to spank me for being a bad girl.”
“Oh you’re a bad girl, huh?” I said as my hand smacked her ass.
“Oh daddy, I’ve been so bad…”
We ended up fucking again, this time doggy style. I was trying to go soft on her with the spanking but she kept telling me to smack her ass harder. I did.
“I’m so fucking bad daddy, spank me!!! HARDER!! HARDER DADDY!”
She has so much energy, and she got off from me spanking her while fucking her from behind. She came, her ass jiggled and I couldn’t hold off, and came inside her again.
We both collapsed – we were exhausted.
“We forgot to drink the Champaign.”
I showed her were my bedroom was, and she stayed the night. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up, she was still there. I made her breakfast and we spent the day together. We fucked a few times more on New Years Day too. I got her number, and we’ve been seeing each other every day. I took her out to eat on Saturday – it was a good date. At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment.
We kissed and she asked if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. I smirked and pinned her up against her apartment door, “I’m going to break you of that fucking on a first date rule,” my hands groped her breasts.
She opened the door to her apartment, shut it and we fucked right there on the floor. I ended up staying the night. I’m seeing her again tonight, she’s coming over to my house.
Yesterday I actually asked her if she is on birth control, her only response was “nope.”
My response, “good.”
She responded back with the smiley face emojie with hearts for eyes.
“Breed me daddy.”
Sure, we’re moving way too fucking fast – but life is life. I don’t give a fuck. I think I’ll eventually ask her to move in, and perhaps if all goes well – perhaps to spend her life with me. I know there is a massive age difference. I’ll be 62 and she’ll be 44, I’ll be 72 and she’ll be 54. But at least we would be happy in knowing we were in good company. Shit, I sound like I’m falling in love… I probably am in love.
I confess I’m in love with a girl I met 8 days ago.

Gorgeous blonde with glasses juste ager for cum on her tits

How much glasses of milk can you make from these?

I have a fantasy
Innocently sharing a bed with my innocent niece who's come home wasted on alcohol and mdma.
She gets in my bed and goes into an unconscious state which initially annoys me.
However her fidgeting throughout the night wakes me and unaware of her actions starts backing her pert little ass into my crotch and also keeps opening her legs wide revealing the perfect pussy mound hidden behind a very sexy thong. I can't help but get the stiffest boner ever.
I gently give her a nudge to check she's totally out of it. My male urge gets the better of me. No one will ever know. I lock the door pull back the bed sheets to reveal the cutest most perfect body that only 2 years ago was that of a pre pubescent girl.. I snother my swollen tip with oil. Pull her thong to one side. Not only is it as smooth as glass. It has a lovely little cupid tattooed just above the pierced clit. 
I'm not going to Penettrate so I slide my cock in between her perfectly formed and slightly moist pussy. I make no apologies.  2 rubs and my cock erupts with what seemed like a gallon on otgasmiic semen. 
Whats your thoughts

My wife's at the age where she needs glasses. There's  the typical woman complaint about getting older. But man its made oral hot. I always loved her blowjobs. But let's be honest it's fun to dump a load on the face of a woman wearing glasses. She's drained me nightly for the past 2 weeks.

Deck Your glass dick with crack o holly smoking your ROCK around The crackmastree Dancing inappropriate merrily giving you a sexual feeling and fantasies so lets be jolly and smoke with me HappyMerryCrackmas 🔥💟😼

A new chick i've started dating. planning on getting pics for motherless guys. If i do cumshot pic would you prefer glasses on or off and cum over face or in mouth?

anyone ever shoot a load on someone wearing glasses? I suddenly have the urge to try