This is the true story of how I lost my virginity and, without realising it at the time, got involved with cuckolding a husband. I guess that sort of made me a swinger much earlier in life than I realised until recently. The only things I've changed in my story are names, to protect identities.

I had got to know a couple of mates with whom I used to go drinking. They were a bit older than me. I'll call one of them John, and the other was called Kurt who was Scandinavian).

Kurt was living with his older sister, who I'll call "G", and her husband while he was looking a place for himself to live; this was taking a long time as he was back and forth to Scandinavia quite a lot. On the other hand, John was divorced and lived alone in his own house.

John, Kurt and I all got on quite well, and would meet a few times a week. Very occasionally, Kurt would bring his older sister G along, and she was in her mid thirties, a good number of years older than me. Obviously she was Scandinavian as well, and I must say she was also very attractive with a lovely petite size 10 figure, and she had an amazing, innocently-sexy accent too!

(God, I'm getting hard just thinking about her!)

She would be friendly and chat with the group, and get on well with everyone including me, but never was there a hint of attraction from her; or at least not one that I noticed. Us blokes can be very slow on the uptake! But I never got to know her very well, really, partly because I was fairly shy in those days and fancied her something rotten, and partly because we had only met two or three times, because as I said Kurt only brought her along very occasionally. So nothing at all had happened between G and myself, although we got along well enough to say hello and make very small talk.

Anyway, eventually John's 40th birthday was approaching, and he decided to have a party at his place to celebrate. He invited Kurt and I, as well as a lot of his own friends. Unfortunately Kurt was abroad again, but, unbeknownst to me, John had also invited Kurt's sister G who lived further along the same road. John didn't know I was attracted to G, so it was coincidence.

Anyway the party got going, and it was loud and there was plenty to drink (fortunately the neighbours were all invited as well). While I didn't have a vast amount to drink, it's fair to say that I had enough to give me some Dutch Courage. G and I bumped into each other when we both happened to be getting drinks, and it turned out that neither of us knew many other people at the party, so we got talking and started to get to know each other (in the mundane sense!). The Dutch Courage definitely helped!

We ended up dancing together (not slow dancing), and eventually went and sat down to catch our breath and chat some more. G sat down very close to me, and my heart started pounding, but all we did was chat. I did say us blokes can be slow on the uptake (or maybe it was just me!). When the slow songs came on, we did go and dance together and she pulled me close to kiss, yes with tongues - something I still love and is a HUGE turn on for me.

Even now, the thought of losing my virginity and fucking this beauty hadn't occurred to me, though of course I was very turned on (painfully so!), and my heart was hammering away in my chest. We danced and kissed for a while, and went and sat down. This time G slowly and deliberately sat on my lap, looking me in the eyes as she did so.. She must surely have noticed my rock hard cock this time, if she hadn't before. We kissed some more, which did nothing but increase my arousal if that was possible.

Then, between kisses, she mentioned that she lived down a the road and did I want to walk her home? Well, who wouldn't want to be alone with such a sexy beauty? And to be honest, I am a bit of a gentleman (he said, blowing his own trumpet) and wanted to be sure she got home safely. So we left, holding each other close (it was winter and it was cold outside), and got to her house a few minutes later.

By now, even I had worked out where this might be going, but as I knew she was married I had to ask where her husband was. She said he was abroad on business, and we wouldn't be disturbed. She took me straight upstairs to her marital bedroom, while she went to the bathroom, and she was back a few minutes later. She was still dressed, and her scent was now intoxicating. I couldn't tell if it was perfume she had just put on, or I just hadn't noticed before.

G pressed herself against me and placed her arms around my neck to kiss me, doing my rock hard cock absolutely no favours at all. But when she whispered that she wanted to make love with me, I realised that she was was going to do me (and my cock) the ultimate favour of all. But it was even ***more*** ultimate than I had dreamt, as I'll tell you in a minute.

I told G that I had never had sex before (which was true), and G said she didn't believe me. But she left it at that.

I had to tell her I didn't have any condoms, but she assured me that we didn't need any. My heart skipped several beats - I'd never imagined my first time with a real live woman was going to be without condoms. I'd never imagined that would happen to me on this, my first, time!

She guided one of my hands onto her clothed breasts, and the other onto her clothed pussy, leaving me in no doubt what her intentions were. This was the first time I'd ever touched a pussy, never mind a very aroused one (see below), and the thought was electrifying to me, as was the heat I could feel coming from her pussy through her clothing. Maybe it was the scent of G's pussy that was intoxicating!!! I've loved ladies' scent ever since (thank you G :) ).

G started undressing me, and by now even I had cottoned on to the fact that she was expecting me to undress her. Knowing enough not to rush, I very gently and slowly started undressing her, taking care not to hurt her, admire her beauty and pay her complements, all of which were genuine. Also touching her, sucking, kissing and nibbling her carefully at every opportunity I had. I still love this so much - thank you G :)

G pushed me over to the bed, pulled us down to lie side by side, and moved my hand back to her pussy, gently keeping hold of my hand so that (as I learned later) she could show me how she liked to be touched, rather than to restrict my touching her. I was still kissing her mouth and everywhere else I could.

I had never licked pussy before, but asked G if I could. I never did find out why, but she never let me lick her. I had to wait for another lady to experience that, and I loved it and still do. But it would have been wonderful to experience it with G.

G began wanking my poor, swollen, painfully engorged, rock hard cock. Thanks to the Dutch Courage I'd had, I was a bit desensitised, and didn't cum. And when she started sucking my cock (which I also had never experienced) I was sure I'd cum very quickly, but didn't. I thanked my lucky stars that I was desensitised!!!

I was able to fuck G for a long time, and was able to make her cum a few times, probably more through the touching and kissing and playing with her pussy and especially her clit. I wasn't able to cum myself. I took delight in how hot and wet G became, something I still love - thank you G :)

I had to ask - stupidly? - how I needed to pleasure her as this was my first time, but she assured me that she was loving it and didn't believe it was my first time. Although I had never before witnessed a woman having orgasms, they seemed real enough at the time, and my experience since then has assured me that they were.

Eventually we fell asleep in each others arms. We awoke a few hours later, and this time I was able to cum. I EXPLODED inside G with a power and lust I'd never imagined. And after she had come down from her own orgasm, she made it clear that she loved being full of my spunk, that it was something over and above orgasm - kind of an orgasm of the mind. That's something else I'll always thank G for :)

G and I saw each other for many months afterwards, and I learned a great deal from her, about life, women and sex. Though of course, there's always much more to learn about all three! I still remember G very fondly indeed, and always think about her with a happy smile. I had a really wonderful" teacher" :)

So on my very first real sexual experience I had fucked a beautiful lady, bareback, made her cum several times (which I hadn't expected), creampied her which she loved (which I also I hadn't expected), and cuckolded her husband.

So perhaps, in a sense, that experience with G made me a swinger on my first real experience of sex (because of the cuckolding)? I must say I love fucking other men's wives/GFs to this day, whether it's in front of hubby/BF, being invited to join in with the wife and her hubby/BF, and also with / without hubby's/BF's knowledge, and I've been addicted to fucking other men's wives/GFs ever since.

Thank you, G :)

The above story is all true.