I already told the account of April and I in the mountains near where we grew up in A True Story from 1984. She and I have been married since we were in our early 20s, though we had been dating since high school. I didn't tell her about this when it happened, but later when we were older and married and playing with other couples occasionally, I told her about what happened.
This is a story of an accidental cucking, though at the time I did not think about it as such. Only now reading these stories in this forum do I realize that this is exactly what occurred.
I was a sophomore in college and I was part of a frat due to a scholarship I had. The scholarship did not actually require me to be in the frat, but the organization I got it through tended to be happier if you were in this particular frat. It would be the last year I stayed in the frat house, but at the time I didn't know that. Our frat house was a 4 story affair with a basement. One floor were single and dual rooms that ran on both sides of the hall way with a bathroom at each end of the hall.
I lived on the floor with all these rooms. opposite of where the stairs came up from the living area. I was two doors past the bathroom on that end of the hallway, which was a good thing because the guys beside the bathroom had to keep their doors locked to keep people from walking in on them. I was the fourth room along the south side of the hallway and Bruce was the fifth room. He was my closest friend in the frat.
Still people often miscounted doors and people stepped into the wrong room all the time. It was just something that happened. My next door neighbor was a guy named Bruce and he had served in our great military for 4 years. He was older than me, but we were both sophomores in college. Bruce was married and his wife was attending another school. Scholarship thing but she was moving to our school at the end of the school year.
Tracey had long red hair and a pretty smile. She was probably five eight with a knock-out figure. They didn't have any kids yet, though I knew they wanted them as soon as Bruce got out of college.
It was during the fall and I didn't usually stay during the weekends. April and I would drive home, but we had to help with a fundraiser this weekend and so I had stayed. April had went back to Mena that weekend because one of her aunt's from back east was visiting.
Bruce and I had drank some beers at a party that Friday night and he lamenting about Tracey not getting to come up this weekend and I was griping about April leaving too. We kept joking about trying to pick up some strange, but we didn't. heading back to the frat house before midnight.
When we got there, the bathroom on my end of the hall smelled like someone had taken a big shit and forgot to flush. I went down the hall with some shorts and underwear and got a shower, but I had shut the bathroom door, something we usually didn't do because people had a habit of coming up the stairs and counting closed doors until they got to the one they wanted. Yeah, I am going where you think I am.
I forgot to go back by and open the other bathroom and I climbed in bed, turning on my box fan and some .38 Special so I didn't hear any one coming home late.
My door opening briefly woke me but it shut quickly so I figured it was someone just opening the wrong door. Then I heard the whoosh of something beside the bed. I woke up as I felt the covers move back and suddenly a warm, naked female was in bed with me. We kissed and I could smell the alcohol on her, but she had been chewing some kind of gum to hide it.
I knew it wasn't April, but I had no idea who it was. I could feel her body against mine and her hard nipples against my chest. My hands moved up her body and her breasts were pretty large. I moved my head down and sucked them, feeling her tense and sigh in pleasure. My fingers touched her bush and the hair was sparse across it, my fingertips finding the soft folds, my middle finger entered her wetness without a problem as she moaned.
She was *****, I could tell and I still had no idea who she was, but she smelled good, even with the alcohol smell she had tried to cover up. Her hand gripped my erection and I moaned a little myself. Not wasting any time I moved on top of her and fit my cock against her pussy and pushed it inside and she moaned again and she said, "Oh baby."
I froze! I knew that voice, however, my cock was inside a hot pussy and my hips moved forward and back real slowly. She pulled her legs up and I pushed in as deep as I could.
My room was pitch dark. I had used tinfoil on the windows to keep out the light and it did the job. I could not see the girl I was fucking, but I was pretty sure it was Bruce's wife, Tracey. Running my hands down her body, I rubbed her ass as she kissed my shoulder.
I am a little taller than Bruce and a little heavier, but we were built pretty similar and I guess that went for downstairs too because she didn't seem to notice any difference. Her knees were up and she was rocking to the rhythm of the song on my tape player. I took a chance and kissed her lips as my cock moved in and out of her pussy at the same pace her hips seemed to be swiveling.
Now part of me felt guilty. Part of me was pretty sure Bruce was going to kill me. But, the fact is that I was inside of Tracey's pussy and all the rest of that shit could wait. I pushed deep inside and held it there, loving the heat and tightness.
"Oh Bruce," she moaned, his name so low I barely heard it. There was only one thing to do. I kept my mouth shut except to kiss her as I drove in and out of her pussy. Her knees were up and I was rocking hard into her body and I could feel her ass moving beneath me.
Tracey came, her gasps right in my ear as I kissed her lips again. She relaxed, her breathing deep as I grunted, shooting my sperm inside her pussy. She opened her mouth and took a deep breath as I felt my spasms go through me, my cum shooting inside her pussy and filling it up.
Laying there with my cock inside of her, I was trying to think of what I should say when she snored. I was like really??!
She was asleep! **********!
Climbing off of her and laying beside her I tried to think. My mind was racing. I had just fucked my friend's wife!! Reaching over I cup her breast and turned on the small night portion of my lamp beside my bed. It made the room hazy but I could see it was indeed Tracey. Her clothes were scattered all over my floor. Moving the covers down I checked out her body. She was pale, but her hips were full and her pussy hair was a soft red with the pale skin of her pubic mound beneath it. I sucked her closest nipple while I massaged the other breast.
Turning the light off, I felt of her pussy, fingering it softly as she lay there beside me. I just lay there for a long time fingering her. She put her hand on my arm and I moved over her, cock sliding in and her knees come up.
The first time I didn't know who she was, but this time I did as I fucked Tracey's pussy, stroking deep and strong. She moved in response and I hoped she wasn't sober enough to be aware of who I was.
I really wanted to move her to a doggy position but I was afraid of . . . . well anything messing this up. So I pushed her legs back with my arms and kept my cock thrusting into her pussy as she lay there sighing, her mouth partly open. When I kissed her, she kissed back. My lips covered her breasts again and I fucked her hard enough that she grunted with the impact of my groin between her legs.
She cum, her breath just making several long whoosh sounds and I just closed my eyes and shuddered as I shot my second load into Tracey. I got up and moved to the side of my bed. I put my head in my hands, trying to decide what I would tell Bruce. (To Be Continued)
This is a story of an accidental cucking, though at the time I did not think about it as such. Only now reading these stories in this forum do I realize that this is exactly what occurred.
I was a sophomore in college and I was part of a frat due to a scholarship I had. The scholarship did not actually require me to be in the frat, but the organization I got it through tended to be happier if you were in this particular frat. It would be the last year I stayed in the frat house, but at the time I didn't know that. Our frat house was a 4 story affair with a basement. One floor were single and dual rooms that ran on both sides of the hall way with a bathroom at each end of the hall.
I lived on the floor with all these rooms. opposite of where the stairs came up from the living area. I was two doors past the bathroom on that end of the hallway, which was a good thing because the guys beside the bathroom had to keep their doors locked to keep people from walking in on them. I was the fourth room along the south side of the hallway and Bruce was the fifth room. He was my closest friend in the frat.
Still people often miscounted doors and people stepped into the wrong room all the time. It was just something that happened. My next door neighbor was a guy named Bruce and he had served in our great military for 4 years. He was older than me, but we were both sophomores in college. Bruce was married and his wife was attending another school. Scholarship thing but she was moving to our school at the end of the school year.
Tracey had long red hair and a pretty smile. She was probably five eight with a knock-out figure. They didn't have any kids yet, though I knew they wanted them as soon as Bruce got out of college.
It was during the fall and I didn't usually stay during the weekends. April and I would drive home, but we had to help with a fundraiser this weekend and so I had stayed. April had went back to Mena that weekend because one of her aunt's from back east was visiting.
Bruce and I had drank some beers at a party that Friday night and he lamenting about Tracey not getting to come up this weekend and I was griping about April leaving too. We kept joking about trying to pick up some strange, but we didn't. heading back to the frat house before midnight.
When we got there, the bathroom on my end of the hall smelled like someone had taken a big shit and forgot to flush. I went down the hall with some shorts and underwear and got a shower, but I had shut the bathroom door, something we usually didn't do because people had a habit of coming up the stairs and counting closed doors until they got to the one they wanted. Yeah, I am going where you think I am.
I forgot to go back by and open the other bathroom and I climbed in bed, turning on my box fan and some .38 Special so I didn't hear any one coming home late.
My door opening briefly woke me but it shut quickly so I figured it was someone just opening the wrong door. Then I heard the whoosh of something beside the bed. I woke up as I felt the covers move back and suddenly a warm, naked female was in bed with me. We kissed and I could smell the alcohol on her, but she had been chewing some kind of gum to hide it.
I knew it wasn't April, but I had no idea who it was. I could feel her body against mine and her hard nipples against my chest. My hands moved up her body and her breasts were pretty large. I moved my head down and sucked them, feeling her tense and sigh in pleasure. My fingers touched her bush and the hair was sparse across it, my fingertips finding the soft folds, my middle finger entered her wetness without a problem as she moaned.
She was *****, I could tell and I still had no idea who she was, but she smelled good, even with the alcohol smell she had tried to cover up. Her hand gripped my erection and I moaned a little myself. Not wasting any time I moved on top of her and fit my cock against her pussy and pushed it inside and she moaned again and she said, "Oh baby."
I froze! I knew that voice, however, my cock was inside a hot pussy and my hips moved forward and back real slowly. She pulled her legs up and I pushed in as deep as I could.
My room was pitch dark. I had used tinfoil on the windows to keep out the light and it did the job. I could not see the girl I was fucking, but I was pretty sure it was Bruce's wife, Tracey. Running my hands down her body, I rubbed her ass as she kissed my shoulder.
I am a little taller than Bruce and a little heavier, but we were built pretty similar and I guess that went for downstairs too because she didn't seem to notice any difference. Her knees were up and she was rocking to the rhythm of the song on my tape player. I took a chance and kissed her lips as my cock moved in and out of her pussy at the same pace her hips seemed to be swiveling.
Now part of me felt guilty. Part of me was pretty sure Bruce was going to kill me. But, the fact is that I was inside of Tracey's pussy and all the rest of that shit could wait. I pushed deep inside and held it there, loving the heat and tightness.
"Oh Bruce," she moaned, his name so low I barely heard it. There was only one thing to do. I kept my mouth shut except to kiss her as I drove in and out of her pussy. Her knees were up and I was rocking hard into her body and I could feel her ass moving beneath me.
Tracey came, her gasps right in my ear as I kissed her lips again. She relaxed, her breathing deep as I grunted, shooting my sperm inside her pussy. She opened her mouth and took a deep breath as I felt my spasms go through me, my cum shooting inside her pussy and filling it up.
Laying there with my cock inside of her, I was trying to think of what I should say when she snored. I was like really??!
She was asleep! **********!
Climbing off of her and laying beside her I tried to think. My mind was racing. I had just fucked my friend's wife!! Reaching over I cup her breast and turned on the small night portion of my lamp beside my bed. It made the room hazy but I could see it was indeed Tracey. Her clothes were scattered all over my floor. Moving the covers down I checked out her body. She was pale, but her hips were full and her pussy hair was a soft red with the pale skin of her pubic mound beneath it. I sucked her closest nipple while I massaged the other breast.
Turning the light off, I felt of her pussy, fingering it softly as she lay there beside me. I just lay there for a long time fingering her. She put her hand on my arm and I moved over her, cock sliding in and her knees come up.
The first time I didn't know who she was, but this time I did as I fucked Tracey's pussy, stroking deep and strong. She moved in response and I hoped she wasn't sober enough to be aware of who I was.
I really wanted to move her to a doggy position but I was afraid of . . . . well anything messing this up. So I pushed her legs back with my arms and kept my cock thrusting into her pussy as she lay there sighing, her mouth partly open. When I kissed her, she kissed back. My lips covered her breasts again and I fucked her hard enough that she grunted with the impact of my groin between her legs.
She cum, her breath just making several long whoosh sounds and I just closed my eyes and shuddered as I shot my second load into Tracey. I got up and moved to the side of my bed. I put my head in my hands, trying to decide what I would tell Bruce. (To Be Continued)
