Cuckold
Part One
Confession of a Naughty Slut
by
David Wood
Copyright David Wood 2011
Smashwords Edition
In my twenties I fucked for England. Younger, older, big, small, it’s didn’t matter – all I wanted was cock and lots of it. ‘So many men, so little time’: that was my motto. But at 28 I got married and became a respectable.
Sadly the marriage didn’t last. No one’s fault. Just one of those things. For seven years I drifted along, too busy working to keep my head above water to be a bad girl again.
In my late thirties I decided to make a new life for myself in the north of England. That’s where I met Dave.
We had both enrolled in a night class in photography, something I had always wanted to do. I was immediately attracted to him – he was in his mid forties, tall, quite powerfully built and yet he was a gentle giant.
As the weeks wore on we got to know each other and eventually Dave asked me out for a drink. Naturally, I jumped at the chance and we had a lovely evening together. I think we knew then that we understood each other, that we wanted the same thing. He walked me home and I invited him in for coffee. No sooner had I plonked down the two cups of cappuccino than we were all over each other. My knickers were off in no time and Dave gave me a good seeing to on the sofa.
Over the next few months our sex life went from strength to strength. One night we were in bed at Dave’s. He was kissing me and his fingers were inside my very wet pussy. I tingled with excitement as he then began to work his fingers around my tight arsehole and slowly worked one finger inside me. I squealed with pleasure at the feeling.
‘How would you like my cock where my finger is?’ Dave asked softly.
I almost melted at the thought.
‘Oh, yes please,’ I said eagerly.
Dave produced some lubricant from his bedside drawers and began to work the lube into my virgin asshole. Willingly I got on all fours as he put yet more lube on his stiff prick.
Gently, he guided the head of his dick into me. It was difficult at first, but soon got easier. What a sensation! I felt so full with the ample length of Dave’s cock sliding into my arse.
Over time Dave learned that if he reached around and rubbed my pussy while he was shagging my rear entrance I would come in buckets. When I am really aroused I squirt and this discovery turned Dave on immensely.
When we got married our sex life moved up several notches. The big change began one lazy Sunday morning in late September. The last of the summer sun was poking through the curtains and Dave was between my wide open legs, poking my pussy. Dave pulled my hair and bit my neck, knowing that I like it a little bit rough.