"I Cuckolded my Boyfriend Years Ago"



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I'm a woman writing about how my boyfriend and I kind of got into this at a party. There was no theme to the party, no agenda, not many people. Enough booze to get pretty wasted.

Peter was my boyfriend's name. James was his best friend. James' parents were away and the party was at his house.

It was the summer before we all went off to University, and we wanted to party hard.

James lived in a suburb of a suburb. Way out of town. It was May. It was a train ride there, and the trains ran every hour. At the end of the train ride, there was a lazy half-hour walk to James' house. We - Peter and I - did the walk holding hands. A couple of his friends were there too, walking with us. In my memory you could hear crickets, and see lens-flares. This was 10 years ago but I remember it well.

We were sweating a little when we arrived. James lived in a beautiful, identikit Barratt home: faux red brick and double-glazed windows. Indoors it was cool. I was wearing a short blue and white striped dress, and I could feel the leather of the sofa on my thighs when I sat down.

We put the booze we'd brought in the freezer, and James handed us some beers from the fridge. I wasn't used to beer then. We cut a lime and stuck wedges in the top of each bottle, which helped. I drank mine fast, and got light-headed.

I was super slim at eighteen. Now - 10 years later - my thighs and breasts have filled out a little, but then I was stick-thin. The alcohol hit me fast.

Everyone had arrived by then: eight of us in total. The evening was unremarkable: we got wasted. I moved around the group, often talking to or making out with Peter, but just as often spending time around James.

Peter, my boyfriend, was 6'1, and thin. James was a little shorter: closer to my 5'4. It was trendy for boys to be thin then, and both of them were. However, while Peter still looked like a boy, James' shoulders were wider set. You could see the outline of the muscles in his upper body when he lifted his arm to push his hair away from his face.

James and I had known each other a little while, but this was the first time we'd spent real time together. I felt myself wanting to be standing near him. His body - his smell - were so masculine, and different from anything I'd seen before. The differences were subtle, but he was so unlike Peter. From his cheekbones, to his pronounced nose, to his collarbones, to the slice of skin that was exposed when his t shirt bunched up.

I found myself standing close to him; laughing at his jokes. Mirroring his body movements: pushing my hair from my face to look up into his.

We got really wasted. Some people were picked up by their parents. Some passed out on the sofas. James, and Peter, and I - as the mood slowed down - went upstairs to James' bedroom. He had a projector above his bed. James sat down, and opened his laptop, to send video to the projector. I jumped onto the bed so I'd be between both boys.

'We can all sleep here,' I said.

James asked what we should watch, and Peter said "Porn." He said it so aggressively, as if he was trying to assert himself and show off to James. As if it was a really funny thing to say.

James laughed embarrassedly, and typed in a porn site.

James' nervous laugh was totally endearing. He might even have been blushing slightly, but Peter had turned off the light, and climbed into bed beside me, so I couldn't tell: the only light was from the projector.

We took it in turns to choose videos. I felt Peter's hand on my leg, and then on the outside of my underwear, rubbing, too hard and clumsy. I hated that I was wet from it.

I don't know what happened for me to take my dress off, but I did. I think I wanted to show off my nipples as they were small and James liked the nipples on the girl in the previous video we watched which were also small.

What I do remember is that I squeezed my breasts together, and looked up, and caught James' eye. We held each other's gaze for slightly too long, then I pulled away. I blew a kiss at Peter, and got back under the covers. James got up then, to go to the bathroom.

'Touch him,' Said Peter. He was whispering loud and drunk in my ear. 'When he comes back. I want us to both fuck you.'

I don't remember what I said, but I remember I agreed. James came back and put on another video. He got under the covers, too. I felt Peter nudge me.

At the time, I felt super smooth, but I bet I was really clumsy. I let my hand fall on James' jeans, and then slide down to his crotch. He moved away slightly but didn't stop me. I moved further, found the outline of his penis. Peter grabbed my other hand and put it on his crotch. I let it rest there.

I massaged James' penis for a little while, then unbuttoned his jeans. He didn't know Peter had asked me to do this. He was looking straight ahead, maybe a little frightened.

I moved James' boxer shorts, and felt his penis spring out. Just from the feel of it in my hand, I could tell it was big: bigger than Peter's. I moved it slowly in my hand, breathing heavily, intentionally.

This went on for a little while, until Peter stood and went to the bathroom. James turned to me then.

'You need to stop,' He said. I had moved my hand away when Peter left the room. I turned to him. 'This isn't right.' I told him I wanted him. He said we needed to wait til Peter fell asleep. I agreed.

James went downstairs to get more alcohol. Peter asked me what had happened. I told him I had my hand on his crotch, which wasn't a lie.

James returned with the alcohol, which we let Peter drink. We'd turned off the porn now. We were listening to music. We both lay there waiting. I lay on my back, between them, hands visible. Peter tried to touch my pussy for a while, but I kept my legs together, and he eventually stopped trying, and fell asleep.

Once I knew he was asleep, I stood up, and walked towards the doorway. In the doorway, I turned, and looked at James, who was still awake.

I closed the door and waited in the hallway for a moment. I heard footsteps, then James opened the door. He closed it again, then said 'in here', and led me into another room.

It was a spare room, with a desk, a bookcase, and a single bed. He didn't turn on the light. I stood, looking at him, for a moment. I only had my underwear on.

He moved towards me, and we kissed for the first time. He felt so different to Peter: he was strong, and sensitive. I pushed up against him, and he stood firm, but didn't push back.

We kissed for a while, standing. He took his shirt off. I knelt down.

His penis was huge: I'm twenty eight now, and maybe have never had another this big. I was shy, and took the head in my mouth. I looked up at him. He was looking down, with a kind of animal lust I've never seen before.

I used my hand and my mouth together for a while. He was grunting. Eventually, he started to thrust into my mouth. I put my hand on his abs, and let him fuck my mouth. This went on for a few minutes, until he pulled away.

Without saying anything, I stood up, and sat on the single bed. I opened my legs, wide. Usually I need someone to go down on me a little before penetration, but this time I knew I was wet enough.

He squatted slightly, and pushed himself into me. I had to breathe in, fast. He filled me up. I don't think I've ever felt anything like that feeling. Full of hormones, super fertile, super attracted. I kept inhaling his scent. I wanted to drink his sweat.

He went slow at first, until I asked him to go harder. I don't know how long we fucked like that. Long, deep, fast strokes. I felt every centimetre of him. I propped myself up so I could kiss him. He placed his hand on his face and kissed me. I moved his hand down to my neck, and pushed into him. He pushed back hard, pinning my neck to the bed, restricting my breathing.

I wasn't on birth control, and he wasn't wearing a condom. He told me he was going to cum soon. This was stupid, but I needed him then. I wrapped my legs around him and started thrusting my hips towards his. We kept going like that for maybe a minute, then he came inside me.

I kissed him again, and we left the room silently.

Peter was passed out drunk in the middle of the bed when I got in. James was lying next to him, pretending to be asleep.

The morning we woke up, and it was pretty awkward, and we all went home. I fantasised about it for years after. Peter never found out.

I broke up with Peter soon after. James and I never fucked again, and he went to a different Uni, and we never really saw each other much. Sometimes I think about looking him up on Facebook, but never do. Life gets in the way.

I hope you enjoyed this; Message me with any constructive criticism, or just to say hi! I'll really appreciate it.

Patricia - Patricia.Duncan3263@gmail.com



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