We were in our late 20s and living in Washington State the first time my wife cuckolded me--that fist time was more of a high-risk cheating thing. I was out of state working and a storm had knocked out the electricity and phones on the side of town where my wife was staying in our apartment. We only knew one family in that town, so my wife got scared and went to them to see if she could stay there. They were more than happy to take her in and showed her to the extra bedroom. Of course, it was right next to their 18-year-old grandson's room. He lived with them to go to a good school; he was a big guy, in good shape and played football at his high school. He was a pretty good student and was graduating that year (1985 or 86 I think).
They all visited until about midnight, then all went to bed. Some time later, my wife woke up and realized "Bud," the grandson was standing in her room watching her, he was nude, erect and gently playing with himself. She later admitted she had the hots for him, she was sleepy but horny, and without any thought, she kicked off the covers, pulled off her gown and spread her legs. He froze for a second, nobody spoke; she pointed down at her pussy and ground her ass on the bed and he took the hint. Climbing over and taking position, he attempted to jam his cock in her. She whispered "Not so fast, just hold still a minute." She curled her hips under and slid onto him until it was comfortable. He took off humping, again she slowed him down and put him in a good pace and reached up and held his back. He took over and worked his young manhood in and out, but in just a few short minutes, he flexed every muscle and with a quiet "Aaaah," he emptied his balls. My wife figured that at his age, he could recover quickly and give her some more loving, so she pushed him off her and went down on him, gripping the base of his cock and sucking. He recovered nicely. Once she had him sucked back to rock-hard, she lay back again and opened her legs. Happy to oblige, he put it back in her and it went much better this time. "Take your time, Honey," she told him quietly, "this is not a race." He took the advice to heart and now she was enjoying every stroke along with him and it almost felt like his dick had grown another inch. Soon, she got one orgasm, then another and had to pull the pillow up over her mouth to keep from being heard. Bud no longer felt like taking his time; his cum was rising again. He started to fuck faster and harder, then curled up his back and did a series of short strokes, then a stifled "Uuuunh," and filled her honey-pot. They lay together awhile, she encouraged him to play with her breasts while she rubbed his chest and back. They kissed and she sent him back to his bed, but first told him, "This will be our secret; we cannot let this get out."
She didn't have the nerve to tell me about the encounter until years later, after we'd done some swapping and a threesome and I couldn't get angry, this was a good thing because I would have come unglued if she'd told me at that time. When I got back to Washington State that year (shortly after the storm and outage), I actually did wonder why Bud was so polite and attentive to my wife (and I didn't know he was sneaking a feel on her now and then). Come to think of it, Bud's friends always seemed to show up when we were there--I'm pretty sure Bud had done some bragging, but thankfully, it didn't get back to his grandparents (he was legal age, my wife later told me, but it would still have been uncomfortable if they found out). I can guarantee that Bud has never forgotten my wife and the role she played in his coming-of-age; he got his initiation into manhood from my own wife!
FUCK MY WIFE!
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