I want to start telling you about the other man in my life, Jordan.  However, I think it would be most suitable if I outline the events of the first time Seth and I had a cuckold experience before discussing how things came to be with my darling Jordan.

Jordan has been in our lives since last May, and before him I’d only had a few casual relationships since Seth and I started exploring cuckoldry.  To be quite honest, when we started wading into the possibility of  me bedding other partners, my initial idea was that from time to time Seth and I would swing with other couples.  (what’s fair is fair, right?) In fact, the first time I was with another man outside of our marriage, it was with an old college friend of Seth’s from out of town who was visiting us.  He and his wife came by for dinner one evening before heading back to California.   Seth and I knew that they were into couple swapping, and we even fantasized together about what it would be like if I was with Dan and he was with Carrie a few nights beforehand and got ourselves so worked up we fucked like minx.

Anyway, we enjoyed a delightful dinner of grilled marinated steaks, potato salad, corn on the cob.  It was the fourth of July weekend.  There was a lot of sexy talk and flirting, the occasional pat on my bottom by Dan and Carrie was quite uninhibited as she plopped herself right onto Seth’s lap after dinner while we were sitting out on the deck in our yard.  Carrie and I had been downing vodka and teas while the boys had their beer.  Dan brought out some pot and we decided, what the hell….it really started to feel like college all over again!  We then started playing some goofy drinking game and things were moving along rather smashingly until poor Carrie (who I hadn’t realized was a light weight when it came to alcohol) got sick.  She ended up passing out upstairs leaving me with Dan and Seth, and what appeared to be an awkward twist in our plans for the night.

I was feeling really worked up sexually.  Dan is an artistic type who works as a film editor and has a very laid back demeanor.  He and Seth shared an apartment during their freshman year in college before Dan transferred to UCLA.  According to Seth, Dan was definately the wild child.  Dan is of Cuban and French descent, and everything about him embodied hot-blooded male.  With jet-black wavy hair, hazel eyes, full lips that easily broke into a grin only to reveal perfect white teeth that contrasted so nicely with his deep brown skin–its easy to see how Dan had no trouble meeting females.  Seth told me that living with Dan was like living with a porn movie director….there used to be a parade of women coming in and out of their apartment at all hours, and Dan used to get the ladies to do all sorts of things on film for him and then show off clips to their buddies.  I know….kind of lewd, but that was then.   There was just something so raw, fierce and flawless about Dan and the attention he had been giving me throughout the evening only served to entice me more.  

But poor, sick Carrie was now out of the equation, so where did that leave us?  I thought the chance to engage in my first passion-filled night of swinging and debauchery had come and gone.  But apparently Dan was fixated on what we had so delicately but poignantly began earlier.  He asked Seth if he minded if he kissed me.  Seth said no.  I was sitting on the couch next to my husband and Dan stood up from the chair to the right where he was seated and came to the couch, kneeling in front of me.  I’ll never forget that hungry look in his eyes, the way he appeared before me, on his knees in an almost vulnerable state.  I glanced at Seth who looked on approvingly.  Dan then leaned forward, his hands in mine, pulling me toward him slightly so that we met halfway.  His kisses stirred my heart and a few other parts of my anatomy.  I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as his tongue probed softly in and around my mouth.  His hands reached out and he cupped my breast over my tank top.  I was breathless and anxious and I never wanted the feeling to end.  I nervously looked over at Seth again, who was smiling and in a cozy voice, he nudged, “Go on Liv”.

Dan and I went into the guest room then where we made love for the next couple of hours.  I didn’t feel comfortable about having sex right in front of Seth that first time, especially since Carrie was unable to partner up with him.  Somehow, Seth was fine with all of it and later confessed that he had jerked off repeatedly while listening to Dan and I fuck in the other room.  I remember feeling guilty for a few weeks after this experience, as it was originally supposed to be  a mutually agreed upon night of swinging for both Seth and myself.  It was also really strange getting used to the idea that I had sex with a man who was not my husband.  I didn’t feel ashamed for what I did, but things were occasionally awkward for us those first few weeks after my night with Dan.  We talked about it and obviously worked through it and happily, we discovered that Seth was more turned on than ever knowing another man had his cock inside of his wife and he wanted me to tell him everything about Dan over and over again while we once again, were fucking like minx.