It all started several years ago, when I was a teenager in the nineties. By then, I had a very attractive girlfriend, we were partners in our first term at the University and in a few months we became a couple. She came from a very conservative family and was still a virgin.
It took several months for me to get to having sex and when we finally did, she spent several weeks remorseful, she didn't even want to talk to me and she told me that she was ashamed for letting her parents down. The crisis was such that I even thought we were going to break up, but little by little she got over it and realized that there was nothing wrong with having sex with her boyfriend.
Little by little I was awakening the slut she had inside. The once conservative girl, was freeing herself and she felt more and more comfortable experimenting with me. Each time we added new elements to our sex life: lingerie, spanking, costumes, ties, bandages, dildos and even a bit of .......
We liked strong emotions, we got to the point that one day when I visited her at her parents' house they asked her to cook dinner while they both talked in the living room. I walked her into the kitchen and while she prepared the food, we made a quickie. Then we went out to dinner as if nothing had happened. Unthinkable of the good girl who recently wept over her virginity!
Despite the great progress in our sexuality, I was still the typical jealous teenager, who would get angry if someone flirted with her, something that happened frequently since, as I mentioned at the beginning, she was very attractive. Imagine her: she had sensual lips; expressive black eyes; long straight hair; she is brunette, tall, slim, with medium-sized, perky breasts; and long legs that ended in a big tight ass.
It was not often that her parents let her go out, but with lies we managed to make her parents think that she was going to spend a Saturday with a friend. It turned me on so much knowing that we would finally have a night together, that the time didn't matter and that I could delight myself with her body. I picked her up at her friend's and when I got into her car I sold her and without telling her where we were going I drove to a motel, she very submissively humored me. Upon arriving at the motel, I took off her shirt and her skirt, left her in her underwear, tied her hands and feet; And I ate her from top to bottom.
We were both extremely excited. I put her bikini aside, she was so wet that I slide right in. I slapped her, suffocated her as she liked. I hold my cum for as long as I could. I used all the tricks in the book to delay my ejaculation until I couldn't take it anymore, I took my dick out and finished her in face.
Happy with my performance, I untied her arms, as soon as I released her, she took off her blindfold, looking all around the room, as if looking for something lost. It wasn't the reaction I expected so I asked her: What's wrong with you?
She replied Who else is in the room? –. Not understanding what was happening, I just said: what? And she insisted, who else is in the room? The one who did all this to me? It wasn´t you, right?
Then I understood: She thought that someone else had fucked her and that I had been his accomplice and her witness.
So I asked her speechless - Would you have let a stranger fuck you?
She was embarrassed and didn't answer me, I insisted, but she changed the subject again and again. She even tried to convince me that that was not what she had meant, but it was clear to me: she thought that I had brought a stranger into our room and that she had fucked her in front of me. And what was more surprising, she would have collaborated!!!!!!
For the first time in my life, the jealous teenager in me didn't get mad, in fact, he was turned me on. Despite the fact that only a few minutes had passed since we fuck, she had gotten my dick up again and it was harder than ever. I understood well why I was so excited and I felt ashamed to admit it -but the idea of her trying another cock had turned me on- so we changed the subject and got back to fucking as if nothing had happened.
That night completely changed my way of thinking. I stopped being jealous and started researching the subject and read about swingers and cuckoldry.