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Lots of nice stories and pics. Very nice.. I have been writing on my forum at reallifecuckolds each major encounter so I won't try to repost or re-write it all but what I can say.. Our first cuck experience together was a surprise. She met the guy and was talking to him for months. She had recently got a job at a sex shop and was most of the time very bored. She would write and call this guy and they hit it off. He lived in the same city as me in Odessa while she was 4hr bus away in Kherson so when she came to visit me; she decided not to announce it. It was Friday and I was working on my computer coding this marketing app when I got buz at my door. Like 1am so I was shocked to see on the video panel it was my gf. She came up and had a smile and hugged me. Talked for a few minutes and kissed and went to the bedroom to make love. As I went down on her I could tell something was off. I sensed it was cum and I knew it was so once I entered her. Asked her several times, wow, your so horny to see me? Wow almost like you fucked another guy or something. She denied and we continued. Her pussy was so much more energy and soft and wet than normal. I didn't last long before adding my cum. Next morning we begin to talk and she revealed she had met a guy online, was talking and went to him last night first. What followed was a scandal by me because I was not upset that she fucked someone and brought home a delicious creampie but that she hide it from me. Even if she was not sure and wanted to keep it secret until she arrived at the door, that's ok too. If she had told me, "Hi, here so late because I was just at a guy's house and got a present made for you." I would have gone crazy in excitement.. Once this scandal had ended she than agreed to go back to him. So each day for the week of her visit she was to him and back. But it didn't all go so well at the beginning as written in my website and forum btw.. Still looking back it was a beautiful sexy hot time. Feeling of the first creampie dripping in your mouth, the sliding of your cock inside her now slippery cunt and knowing another guy was there enjoying her and giving her new sexual energy you can't give and she is sharing it with you. WOW.. I had cuck relationship before this with Ira Verber but this was the first time with Anna. The timeline of our lustful love is documented as well on my site. Not sure why "cuckoldfart" is called this but it's bold and seems to be growing in popularity so I will help and try to contribute as well.

What a gorgeous wife and ass! Mmm love having her spread that ass for me!

Their First Time cuckolding… and I Ended Up Breeding His Wife I'm currently 50 single, widower, I’ve had my fair share of experiences with couples but this one left a mark. They were in their mid 30s. First timers. She had never been with anyone during there marriage but her husband, and this was their first time bringing someone else in. We talked for a bit before meeting. They were nervous but clearly turned on by the idea. The husband especially had that mix of excitement and hesitation you see with new cuckold couples. They were firm about using protection. Totally fair it was new territory for them, and they weren’t ready to go all the way raw. I respected it. We agreed, and the plan was simple: she’d be with me, and he’d watch. We met at a hotel. Nice place, dim lights, quiet energy. She was beautiful, shy at first, but there was this look in her eyes like she was waiting to be unlocked. He sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, already hard, stroking himself slowly while I undressed her. I started with soft kisses, hands roaming over her body. She melted into it. Her breathing got heavier as I teased her, kissed down her neck, her thighs, until she was practically begging. I rolled the condom on, slid between her legs, and entered her in missionary. She gasped the moment I pushed in. She wrapped her legs around me, nails digging into my back as I started to move. Deep, slow strokes, her moans filling the room. Her husband watched every second eyes wide, hand moving faster. About five minutes in… I felt it. That warmth. That raw, wet heat. The condom had broken I knew instantly. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, “The condom broke.” She turned her head slightly, looked right at me, and whispered, “Don’t stop it feels amazing.” So I didn’t. Not for a second. The moment I kept going, something changed in her. Her moans got louder, her hips started grinding up to meet every thrust. She was soaked, clutching at me, letting herself be fully taken. There was no filter anymore just pure need to breed. Her husband was stroking his cock like crazy now, completely locked into the scene. I could feel her getting closer, her body trembling under mine. She came hard, clenching around me, pulling me deeper with every wave. That was it for me. I grabbed her hips, drove in deep, and filled her. Every. Last. Drop. Thick, warm spurts of cum flooding her bare pussy. I stayed inside her for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Then I pulled out slowly… and we watched my load start to ooze out of her. Her husband stood up, staring between her legs. She looked up at him and said, “He came inside me. the condom must have broke” He froze… then stepped closer, eyes glued to her swollen, used pussy, dripping with my cum, then looked at the bits left dangling from my knob. And then, quietly, he said, “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Later, when we were all lying on the bed, he admitted it he never expected to enjoy the risk, the rawness. But watching her let go like that, choose to let me finish inside her, broke something open in him. It wasn’t just sex anymore it was real submission. Real trust. Real arousal. we have met a few times since then

I can talk about this as now there no longer here, but this is a early meeting from my early life. this again is a true, feedback and a follow is always appreciated. I was a year out of college in the mid 90’s and I worked with my friend’s dad Steven, as a trainee installer for computer systems, back then it was a huge job with large cables and heavy items, My friend David had a different job and had moved out. His parents were empty nesters in their early 50’s. We often met at Steven’s house when we had jobs in that area. We’d then drive together in one vehicle to the job site. Day after day, it became almost routine. One day, Steven asked me to come inside as he wasn’t quite ready to go. It was about 7am. I walked into the kitchen and there she was Steven’s wife and David’s mom Louise standing in see thru black lingerie!! And a silk dressing gown she looked gorgeous. Now, like many young men, I had thought often of what her breasts looked like for a long time at that point, and here they were for me to essentially see. I was so mesmerized by them that I failed to immediately notice the lack of panties, although she had a lingerie top/jacket on that somewhat covered her bottom area. She was 5’2” tall, with big poofy black hair, large breasts and decent sized bottom. She wore a lot of makeup, was always on a diet of some kind and yoyo’d between weights. But she looked really good here. I think she had been working towards this moment during her latest diet and workout push, which Steven had been detailing to me during work. After gathering it all in, I apologized and stammered something about Steven had asked me to come in. But it was clear she was not in any way concerned about me being there in her state of dress, or undress. I was 23 and my friend’s mom was damn near naked in front of me. I had masturbated more than once thinking of Louise, so fantasies were definitely being checked off here. Steven broke the silence by explaining that his recent medical issues had left him without some abilities, including pleasuring his wife. He started to explain other things to me but she walked towards me without saying a word and started to kiss me. I have no idea what Steven said after that! My hands roamed her supple body and I obviously went to her breasts. Oh my lord, they were so big. So many fantasies from my teens about them and now I was manhandling them. I tried to get my senses and play it cool but I was failing massively. This was over the top. She started to lead more, and took one of my hands and placed it on her pussy. I cupped the area and rubbed the outside of her lips. Without even dipping into her, I could tell she was very wet. I groaned with the discovery. She groaned as my probing went deeper, saying “not bad for 52, eh?!!!” Not sure what my verbal answer was but I knew I wanted us to be more comfortable. Kitchens are not the spot for comfort! I had spent years in that house and I knew exactly where I wanted to go, their bedroom. Now Steven may have even said that room was off limits or other guidelines but I never heard what he really said. I wanted to fuck her and she wanted me to fuck her. And upstairs we went! We went hand in hand upstairs to their bedroom. I wasted no time and took off her lacy see thru bra and kissed her wonderful breasts. Goodness, they were even better now they were uncontained. She held my head as I kissed, sucked and massaged on her boobs. My fingers were now working her pussy as I fingered her. She was moaning and I was fully erect. Now, this was the mid 90’s and they had a waterbed! I laid her down on it and quickly took off my work shoes, shirt, pants and underwear probably in record time. I knelt on the floor as she teetered on the padded edge of the water bed. I continued to work her pussy with my fingers and now added my mouth. Within three minutes of doubling the effort, she came all over my mouth. She grabbed my head close to her pussy as she rode out the orgasm. “That was unbelievable and so overdue! Too long since I’ve had that!” she screamed. At that point, I stood back up and took her hands and lifted her to a sitting position. My fully erect dick was perfectly at her eye level. She realized what I wanted but there was some hesitation. Now, she was the same age as my parents so, being young and naive, I had no idea whether oral was a thing for them but I didn’t relent on the idea. She quickly showed me that the hesitation was all just an act. She slowly but surely started kissing and sucking on my dick. Her hand massaged the bottom of my shaft and balls. Within a minute, she was deep throating me. I was mesmerized once again as I looked down and saw my friend’s mom just going to town on me. How I wish I had a camera phone back in the day!! or even an old fashioned camera. Regardless, this was becoming intense and I was losing control quickly. The one thing I did get from Steven’s talk in the kitchen before I quit listening was that she had not been penetrated in a long time and that was the intent here. So me wanting to cum down her throat or blow all over those magnificent tits was going to be selfish, at least this first time. Somehow, 23 year old me found control and gently pulled her off my dick and moved her into a more comfortable position on their bed. Without missing a beat, I rubbed my cock along her pussy lips to get some natural lube on it. I raised her legs upward and placed her feet on my shoulders as I continued rubbing the outside of her pussy with my dick. Bit by bit, as my dick got wetter from her juices, I started to push in. First the head, and once that was fully in on each push, I started to push in the shaft. Holy crap, I was entering my friend’s mom. Her pussy felt good and tight. She was not the first older woman for me but she was tighter than my other experience to that point. I had heard stories about women who had had kids and what it did to their pussies, but this was so good. Felt almost as tight as my young girlfriends to that point. As I slowly worked my way in, Louise whispered to me, “you were supposed to use the condoms”. Her eyes glanced over to the nightstand where an unopened box of Trojans sat, along with a bottle of lube. I was a passenger on this trip, so to speak. This was their gig and I certainly did not want to make anyone mad or disappointed, so I started to pull out and begin the ridiculously hard task of putting a condom on a wet dick!, But before I could pull out, she grabbed my butt with her hands and pulled me back in. I lost my balance and fell down to her, putting us essentially in a balls deep missionary. Her legs now went around me and pulled me even deeper. I was all the way in! Oh my, it felt glorious and I told her that. She responded by kissing my mouth and we resumed our make out session from the kitchen, only this time my cock was deep in her pussy. French kissing a mature lady is so hot for me, so as we made out I really started to move my hips and genuinely fuck her. I had caught myself from falling all the way down initially with my arms, but as I started to fully pump into her, I lowered myself on top of her. We were one body now. Her big breasts were mashed under me. We were kissing passionately and she was moaning for all the house to hear. I slid my hands under her plump ass and went deeper. I would later find out she had not been fucked in two years and she didn’t play with toys. She described it like losing her virginity again. Her pussy was so tight because of this and after just three minutes of fucking, I was feeling an incoming wave from myself. But I had to make sure she came first, given the circumstances. I slowed down a little bit and changed my angle of attack. Sometimes this works for a woman, and thankfully this was just what she needed. Within just a few seconds, her response to the new spot being hit was over the top. “Yes, yes yes” “There, right there!” I can still hear her in my head. “I’m nearly there, I’m there” (this was her way of saying she was cumming. I would later teach her the word “cum”) Louise really pulled me deep at that point, her eyes rolled a little and she came all over my dick. New angle or not, slowing down or not, I was done at that point of no return. It was so hot to witness this 52 year old woman’s first orgasm in years caused by a dick in her and I lost it. I groaned and started pumping cum into her. Not sure when my last release had been prior, but it was a load and a half. I kept pumping through my orgasm and she kept having mini follow up orgasms that I felt in my cock. I didn’t want to stop and honestly was going to just keep fucking her through our initial orgasms when she tapped me on the shoulder and said she needed a break. It was a bit too much for her (yes, an ego boost there!) While I quit pumping, I did not pull out immediately. It felt too good to be in her pussy. Now, we all have these moments after cumming where reality hits you. I had just fucked my best friend’s mom, at his dad’s request, in their bed. I had not only fucked her without a condom, I came inside her! I slowly left her glorious pussy. After I pulled out, I looked down to see a very happy site. Our combined juices and quite a mess! I scooped a little up and gave my fingers to her mouth. Without hesitation, she cleaned my fingers off every last drop!, Oh my, this was going to be fun moving forward. Since she was so willing to clean our juices off my fingers, I thought why not present my dick for cleaning. Again, zero hesitation as she took my dick back into her mouth to lick and clean me. It was too much for me and while I had softened a bit following my orgasm, I got full hard again quickly. I started to face fuck her as I kneeled over and she took it no problem. Her hands were jerking me off as her mouth sucked my dick. Despite just cumming, it only took me two minutes before reaching the climax point again. I’m a visual person and this was just too hot to deny. I muttered “I’m going to cum again” and she increased the pace. I took that as my sign she wanted it down her throat and I obliged! While less than the first, it was still an impressive amount I shot down her throat. After a few pulses of the orgasm, I remembered my desire to cum on her beautiful tits. So I pulled out of her mouth and shot the remaining couple pumps on her tits. I was in heaven. She was in heaven. Not sure where Steven was in the house but undoubtedly he heard his wife cum several times with another man in their bed. Louise, who was the bookkeeper for Steven’s business, promptly told me that my job today was to stay in bed with her. Who was I to argue? This was the start of 4 years of fun till I settled down with my now late wife Sue

Last effort EA Kiss.mp4

I have never understood why some men think women was to be treated rudely and called names

Wow, she was a cock loving and a slut already at that time although you said that she was not very keen to fuck other guys at the beginning of your relationship.

chris in action, again

my Chris in action

Cropped closeups

I have the individual pics but the collage is kind of cool

Shaved, I can see what I'm eating 💋👅💦

Shaved

I always clean pussy of ever trace of cum and clean and suck cocks esp if black cock. Soon after we started dating I admitted to being fascinated with white women fucking black men and that I had sucked black cocks before. She had the hots for one of my black friends that I admitted to having sucked several times. She wanted me set it up, I did, she got fucked good, cleaned up and watched me clean and suck our friend's big black cock. She masturbated and orgasmed when our friend shot into my mouth. We still play with him now and then. I always suck his cock and any other black cock she gets if he is willing.

Can somebody come up with some good captions for my wife Suzy 's pictures?

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Here is my 1st contribution wife_vestir.mp4

She breaks the news that she has another works function to go on. She really just slips it into conversation as she knows I won’t be happy. I feel an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, as I know James is bound to be there. I don’t like James, confident, good looking and a natural way with the ladies. I know my wife likes him, and evidence on her phone virtually proves he has had my wife several times. The night out gives him another opportunity for him to have her, and I can imagine they have both spoken about the opportunity that lay ahead. He looks down on me, he smiles at me whenever I see him, but it’s more of a snigger and I know he is thinking he is getting one over me. We don’t get on, and I know he will take the opportunity to seed my lovely wife and get one over me. Its a week away, and the weekend prior to the night out we head to town on the Sunday. Clothes shopping, where my wife chooses a short dress, easily accessible, low cut that shows of her huge breasts. The dress she informs me would look great for the holiday we have coming up, but I am not stupid, I know the purchase is for her night out, she just doesn’t want to tell me. New underwear is also purchased, her 34E bra for her large bust and a tiny thong that barely covers her lovely pussy. My stomach is in knots as we shop. I know it’s for James’s benefit, but I say nothing. I never say anything, for some reason I choose to just let it happen. I don’t know why, I just do. I don’t want it to happen, and I keep seeing James’s horrible grin in my head as I think of how he will be looking forward to having my wife again. Best I just go with it though. It’s best for our relationship, it makes her happy, and I know it’s pointless trying to stop it as she always finds a way to fulfill her needs. The night arrives and I am very anxious. I have been all day, but as she goes upstairs to prepare for the night out it gets worse. My hands sweat, time goes uncomfortably slow as I know she is preparing herself for him. I think of him too, I just can’t help it. His balls will be full of cum that he intends to fill my wife’s pussy with. I have a picture of her in my head of her on her knees sucking him off. That grin on his face as he is being sucked off, I just can’t stop visualising it and my stomach is in knots again. I get around it by focussing on the fact it’s for the best it happens. It’s for the best he has her, it makes her happy. I don’t know whether I believe that, but I really keep telling myself it’s for the best. As I go upstairs to check her out, that dress is hanging up ready for her to put it on. I look at it and she knows what I am thinking. She uncomfortably says that she didn’t know what to wear so she thought she would try the new holiday dress. It’s far too revealing for a works function, but it will give him easy access, so it serves a purpose and it will certainly get him going............ TBC

I hang around upstairs as she finishes getting ready. Sitting applying her make up I notice her beauty. Her huge boobs push against her bra, her pussy is barely contained in that tiny thong. I think how lucky I am to have her, it’s just tonight it will be someone else who has their way with her. She puts the dress on and asks me to do it up. I nervously put the zip up, my hands shaking knowing James will be undoing this very zip later. It’s hard to explain the feeling, I want to appear okay with it all as I want her to feel good, but I do feel anxious. As she turns around I hug her, we hold each other for a good while, and I know she is trying to tell me everything will be fine. It’s at this point I ask her if James will be there tonight. I didn’t want to ask, but I just wanted to be 100% sure. She looks at me, she’s bites her bottom lip and just nods her head. Her look tells me everything I knew, but now it’s confirmed. I know I shouldn’t be a barrier, I can’t be, so I confidently just say “that’s good, I hope you all have a good night” and I smile as if I am comfortable and coping well. But inside I have that feeling of knowing she is 100% going out to fuck James. She walks out the room and tells me to get the car ready as she needs a lift to the restaurant. I drive her there and again I have mixed emotions. I am driving my wife to be fucked by her lover, the very guy who likes to get one over me. Am I mad? But then I also think that I am helping her by taking her there, I am in some small way contributing to her having a good time and that makes me feel good. I drop her off and she kisses my cheek. I get a kiss on the cheek, James will get his cock sucked, it just seems unfair. As she gets out I look in the restaurant and all her friends are there, they see me drop her off and I wonder what they think of me, they must know what’s going on. As luck would have it, James walks around the corner as she gets out of the car and they meet up. I can’t see them fully from my driving position, but I see the bottom half of their bodies as they come together. Did they kiss on the lips or cheek I don’t know, but I did see their bodies meet, their hands come together and then struggle to part from each other as they walked into the restaurant. I suppose the worst bit was driving off. They walk in the restaurant and I drive away. All her friends would have seen that, they must think I am stupid allowing it to happen. It takes me a good while to get myself together. Back at home I analyse my behaviour for what seems like hours. I am so proud I have not been a barrier to her having her lover. I feel so proud that I have the strength to allow it to all happen. I am so proud that I haven’t kicked up a fuss, and I know if I continue to support her, eventually she will become fully open with me about her desire to have other men. It’s my fault that she isn’t confident in telling me what she gets up to, so I need to support her more so she gains confidence in telling me. Yes I am very proud I have behaved so well over the last few weeks, and this analysing has helped me get through the hours while she is away. I do wonder what is happening, but I never text her and ask how she is. I can’t, it would be imposing and may put her off her concentrating on her lover, again I am proud that I am keeping my distance and allowing her the space she needs. My next anxious moment is when the bars have shut. They all close at 11pm near us, so she should be back at 11.30pm latest, but I know that is when the action will start. As 11.30pm hits I start wondering what she is up to. It will be now that he will probably be having her, unless they left early and he has already done her. I visualise her on her back, her dress pushed up, her legs sprayed and James pumping his cock into her. This feeling is weird, it’s a nice feeling thinking of her being fucked like a slut, but I then feel bad thinking of the guy actually enjoying her. I want her to have her fun, but I don’t want any guy to have her, it’s just so strange and hard to explain. It’s like 20% great feeling, 80% horrible. I get hard thinking of her being fucked and my cock is hard. I start to wank as I lay there in bed thinking of her on her back being fucked and I shoot my load. It’s a heavy cum, a good weeks worth as my wife hasn’t been near me all week. This is usual on the build up to her having a lover. I am a mess with spunk and I get up to clean myself up, but this is when the feelings are the worst. There is no positive after I have cum and I just question why the hell is my wife fucking another guy right now as I just let it all happen? This feeling remains as I get back into bed, then eventually the door goes. I pretend I have been sleeping, as she walks in the room. She nervously says she needs to just put her dress in water to wash it as she needs it for her holiday. She goes downstairs to deal with the dress and I realise she needs to wash away any evidence. It would just have been as easy yo wash it in the morning, so there is a clear reason to do it now. She come up 10 minutes later completely naked, and she goes to the bathroom as I pretend to be asleep. When she come to bed I ask her if she had a good time, and she just says “yes it was okay” non commital, not wanting to rub my face in it by saying it was amazing. I say nothing, I don’t want to put her on the spot, I just say I am tired and I hold her as she goes to sleep. I have her back, but holding her is weird. Holding someone who only half hour ago would have been fucked by someone else is an odd feeling. It like she has been used, she may still be feeling the pleasure he gave her, some of his spunk may still be up her and for sure her mind will be on him. Eventually I drop off exhausted, emotionally exhausted from over two weeks of worry. I wake in the morning and she is already up, showering and talking about anything and everything apart from last night. I pop downstairs and check in the laundry room and there in the sink is that dress. And in there also is her bra and knickers. She clearly had evidence of James on them that needed washing off. We continued to talk throughout the day about everything but the night before. It was important we got back to normal, until the next time she wanted James or any other lover that she wanted. The dress never made it on the short holiday we went on, but then again o always knew it was intended for James’s benefit and not the holiday.

She wore this shirt without a bra and we roamed around in the city. We loved the attention and stares.

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