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Cuckold fun My current partner isn't interested in sharing so I often look back and reflect on when I first moved to London in the late 1990's with my then girlfriend of two years. We rented a small new apartment quite close to the City with great views across London. Everything was brand new including the building and with the location being so central, the apartment was in easy reach of the many bars, restaurants and clubs. I'd met this particular girlfriend at university. She was tall, slim, reasonably attractive and had very long legs and 36D boobs. Personality wise we got on quite well but I always knew she wasn't the one. When we initially met, our relationship was very sexual from day one and we would be spending most nights with each other. As time passed by we got closer and closer and it was more than sex. One year into our relationship, during the summer when we were apart, I found out from a mutual friend that she had been with another guy. I was angry and jealous and questioned our relationship. When we went back to university, everything had calmed down a but and our relationship was good again. I did feel I'd been given a green light to meet other people however and over the course of the next year I had fun elsewhere, as did she no doubt. On one occasion she admitted to cheating on me but when I found out it was an attractive female friend I was absolutely delighted. This lead to a particularly fun night but I'll save that for another time. When the move to London happened, for work purposes, we found a place together for convenience more than anything. It was obviously a lot cheaper sharing a one bed flat with another person. The bright lights and excitement of a big city such as London was quite different to where we had come from. We worked long hours but played hard too. Many nights out were spent apart but we always returned home to see each other back in the apartment and reflect on the evening's events before sex, which was still taking place most nights. Over the next few months, our relationship drifted apart slightly but we remained a couple. At weekends, we both had different interests so whilst I was away watching or playing sport, she would be<b> shopping </font></b>or socialising elsewhere. One activity she also took up was rock climbing and she had joined a club in East London. She liked the people there, they were very accommodating and physically her athletic body was well suited to climbing, despite her large breasts. I was slightly jealous that she had found these new people and that she wanted to spend a lot of time with them but I had my own interests and friends too. Our relationship became quite tense at times. One weekend, she decided to head down to the south coast for a weekend away with the rock climbing club. I said go for it. I had plans anyway. She enjoyed it so much that she wanted to go again in two weeks time. She told me about some of the characters in the group and basically it seemed to be a mostly male group, all slightly older than her. Two weeks later, she was away for the climbing weekend. By Sunday evening she still hadn't back so I gave her a call. She said she was still a couple of hours away but she was in the car of one of the guys from climbing club and they had stopped off for a break on the journey. Her tone of voice was completely shifty and I knew something wasn't quite right. I asked her what was going on and she promised to tell me when she returned to the apartment that evening. Whilst I waited for her to return, my emotions were all over the place. Should I be angry, jealous or just happy that she had found a passion in life? What had actually happened that weekend anyway, just rock climbing or something else? She finally returned late on the Sunday night. When she walked in the door I was angry. She had a shifty face on and I asked her for an explanation. The rock climbing club this weekend hadn't been a club on this occasion, it was just her and another guy, one of the guys she had spoken about fondly of previously. I asked her for a full explanation. Have you slept with him? Yes, was the answer. I was angry but I wanted to know more. She went into the bedroom and started to undress, telling me she was exhausted. However, I wanted answers before any sleep. She undressed down to her underwear and I could see she had picked up a tan. I asked her to tell me the full details. My heart was racing. Apparently, they had camped out on the rock face after a days climbing. The weather was warm and they drank wine overlooking the sea from their tent. One thing led to another and they had begun kissing. I asked her to describe the guy as I wanted to picture the scene. He was around 20 years older than her, toned and muscular. Carry on I said. Feeling tipsy and with the mild air, they had begun removing clothes. At this stage, I was still angry but also incredibly turned on. I removed the remaining underwear from her body and she was now lying naked across our bed, her new tan lines on her breasts a major turn on. As she explained more details, I removed my t-shirt, shorts and pants to reveal a very full hard erection. I was now crouched over her and had begun to slowly masturbate. I asked her to describe his cock. Nervously, she said it was huge and using my own cock as a comparison she explained that he was around two inches bigger than me and had a large girth. She hadn't seen a cock that big before. I felt slightly inadequate but more than that I was now incredibly horny. I spread her legs and began to slowly fuck her. Tell me more. He was so big that the first time he fucked her, she orgasmed within about 20 seconds and it was intense. As I fucked her, she wasn't going to orgasm but she calmly continued to tell me the full details. This was some of the most intense sex I'd ever had. I was fucking her hard, she was soaking, her breasts were bouncing around, her arms out wide but she continued to speak about this guy. I asked her why she was late back that night. She explained that as they drove home, she had begun wanking and sucking his cock. I knew this would be true as she had done the same to me when we first met. They had stopped off in the country somewhere and gone into a field to have more sex. It was at this point that I had spoken to her previously. She went into more detail about the sex they had. By this stage I was fucking her hard, kind of as a punishment. I was angry but really enjoying the sex and her story. My cock was inside her only a couple of hours after this other guy had been fucking her. This thought took me over the edge and I exploded deep inside her. It was noisy and intense and once it was all over, the anger had mostly gone and I felt good. From this point on, our relationship became a lot more open. We basically were no longer an item but the convenience of sharing a flat meant we would still see each other daily. Before our tenancy ran out, she met other guys and would tell me a lot of detail. Somehow she always seem to meet guys with huge cocks. That was fine with me, I enjoyed that thought. I met other girls but she didn't want to know. That was fine with me too. I would much rather hear her stories than repeat mine. Looking back, I enjoyed that open relationship. It's not bee repeated on the same scale since but I suppose it's one of the reasons I'm here on Senior Sizzle now. |
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