Great Post.
Hi lildickyboy,
Fantastic post. We love reading all your posts, they are always intresting and in most cases we find ourselves relating to them on a personel level.
It is good to read our shared view with you that there are differences between cheating,cuckolding and swinging.
For many esp from outside this way of life, these differences may seem more like spin. This we feel is not the case at all. The differences are major and can have a huge impact on all parties if not understood.
For my part I was lucky, we started swinging all great fun that we shared, my husband wanted to stop as we were looking at starting a family. I told him I did not want to stop, thus I started cheating on him. At first With the some of the guys we had meet at parties as this seemed like a lesser form of cheating to me. He had been happy for them to fuck me before was my logic.
I felt bad at first but eased as time went on. None of the guys cared one way or the other at all. Then I got talked into doing a small group of black guys. Gangbangs were still outside the norm then and being gangbanged by black guys was a thing found only on vhs. Very taboo.
I loved it and knew I was hooked. Sexualy it was a revelation, but in my heart I was torn in pieces.
These were guys he had not meet (though known to some of the guys he had) it confused me as to why I felt so bad. I stopped cheating all together.
Then sometime later I bumped into one of the black guys from that group ( Carl ), he made it clear he wanted more and so did his mates. I was mad with lust but hated myself for it.
I agreed to meet them, as the time got closer all I could think of about how wrong this was to be doing this behind my husbands back.
Home life was dreadful, family and friends were all thinking I had lost it. Guilt was ruining everything.
To ease my guilt, I told Dillon my husband, what I had being doing with the guys we both knew from the parties. He was hurt beyond words and very angry. It was awful. I made promisses I knew I was not going to keep.
Things settled for a few days and then Carl called me at work to confirm for the following night. Looking back I think I had choosen to ignore meeting them till then. Not smart at all.
I knew not only I wanted to go but I needed to go. It had been so intense, way way more than my first swinging experience. I belonged on that bed with those beautiful black men. To be thiers to use.
I went home told Dillon everything I had left out before. His jaw dropped, his face went white, I started to cry and then I realised white with shock, not red with anger. I told him how much of a revelation it had been and Dillon seemed ashamed by asking me for the details of what happened and how I had felt.
I knew his shock was turning to excitment and more so as I explained how intense for me it had been that I needed more.
To my utter shock he spluttered that he was sorry he had not been there to share that experience with me.
He confessed he found it a huge turn that I had such a craving for that type of sex. He insisted he be given the chioce to go and watch. The rest is as they say history.
If the differences between swinging, cuckolding and cheating were better understood we may have found our feet in a much easier fashion.
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