Threesome Cuckold Mistress

Many of you have asked me to tell about the first time I cuckolded my husband.  Today, I shall share with you how it all began.

My cucky hubby and I married fairly young, and at the time, I was not very sexually experienced. I had never realized the opportunities that I had missed out on. I always assumed that what I had in the bedroom with my husband was the norm.  Boy, was I ever wrong!  My husband gets an “A” for effort. He always has made sure that he satisfies my orgasmic needs one way or the other.

Over time, he could tell his smallish-peen was simply not curbing my strong sexual appetite.  While he stands just shy of 6 inches when fully erect, his is the kind of cock that lacks the width that is necessary to *really* fill a woman up.  As it turns out, it was he who first introduced the notion of a cuckold marriage.  He encouraged me to take my time, and when I found the right “bull” to supplement our sexual relationship, I could move forward.  So when I found just the right bull to create the first cuckold experience in my relationship, I had a perfectly wicked plan all worked out!

My husband and I were celebrating our 7th anniversary with a night out on the town.  On the way to dinner, I informed him we had to make a stop first at a residence.  He looked at my quizzically but did not question.  When we arrived at the designated address and our special guest strutted out to the car, my husband could barely breathe!  “Lazaar” was a 6 foot 2, well-sculpted, black Adonis I’d been working out with at my gym.  All at once, it dawned on my hubby that *tonight* was going to be the night. I turned him into a cuckold husband. And we both knew this was going to be a night neither of us would ever forget.