How all started, long time ago
I was 18 when I met Joan, we were both students.
Joan
I'd met her in the library, she’d been standing in my way, right in front of the journals I’d needed to complete my coursework. I’d shyly asked her if she could hand them to me. She was almost as tall as I was, around five foot nine. She’d been beautiful and intimidating, and I’d expected her to hand me the box without even looking at me. But she had looked at me.We’d left the library together that day, grabbed something to eat from the refectory in the quad.
She’d been my first love. In temperament, she’d been like my wife , vital and volcanic. She’d entered my life like a hurricane and sent everything I’d known into orbit.Joan had been a sexual animal. One time she’d pulled my prick out during a lecture and given me a hand job, pulling and stroking me to orgasm, while our lecturer had droned on about perspective. Joan taught me so much more about perspective.
She’d fucked me on one of our bus trips. On the top deck at the very back, hidden in the blind spot, where the driver hadn’t been able to see us in her mirror system. My parents hadn’t liked her; indeed, they’d loathed her, everything about her had been wrong from their point of view. She was wild and dangerous, she was a bad influence, but to me that hadn’t been a bad thing. To me she’d been a glorious bend in the straight road they’d put me on, and I’d loved it. I’d loved her. I truly had.
Then one day I caught her cheating on me, Joan had been lying there under one of our lecturers, getting her pussy fucked - in my bed. I’d wanted to rip them apart. But after a few moments of watching him holding her hips and fucking, slapping and kneading her ass, I’d crept out of the flat and sat outside on the wall until he’d finally left, more than an hour later. He’d been doing up his shirt and whistling.I’d expected her to apologise when I’d finally entered inside, but she’d simply told me she’d needed a good grade, that he’d been hitting on her all term, and that her place had been off limits because, her flatmate, had been using it. As if that made the use of my bedroom understandable.
Jennifer
Then it was Jennifer, she was a family friend. She’d been a pretty little thing, even when we were teens.She’d found me cute and thoughtful, and I’d found her, well, to be frank, perfect in every way. Found her fucking her boss in our apartment, she even told me to enjoy the show and if I liked it. He’d finally cum in her, while she’d had her hands on my knees, and her head in my lap, fucking her sweet little pussy so hard that I’d shaken. She’d looked up at me as he’d stiffened, and filled her, and she’d told me that she loved me. It was the most erotic and the most terrible thing I’d experienced. But she was to top it. Jennifer was going to take me to the very top of the highest peak of cuckoldry.
We lasted for 7 whole months. In that time, she fucked several men, all with my knowledge. Most had been guys with influence, people that were able to further her career. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t hate it as much as I would have expected. My parents never knew, no-one did.I’d loved her. Not in the way that I’d loved Jennifer, but had been love. Maybe I’d lost a little piece of it every time she’d been unfaithful, but maybe I’m just rationalising that after the fact, I don’t honestly know. Whenever she’d been late on date nights, I’d felt the sickness of uncertainty.
Betty
She’d been my last girlfriend. It had taken a year to trust again, to believe that a relationship was what I wanted.She was of mixed ethnicity, much slimmer than I would normally go for. Then, out of the blue, I’d got a message from her. All it said was ‘Hi’.Our first meeting had been in her local pub. That first night we’d stayed there, gently exploring one another, probing and testing the waters.I never took her to meet the parents, they wouldn’t have approved. Dad definitely wouldn’t have liked her.The first time I’d seen her having sex with another man, she’d set it up for me. It had been at her flat and she’d emptied her cupboard to accommodate me.She’d met a policeman online, on a site that was all about hook-ups. No strings sex. He’d been honest with her, he’d been a married man looking for fun and nothing more. She’d shown me his profile one night while we’d been sat at opposite ends of her sofa, our feet entwined. She just said she's going to fuck him. I’d said nothing, but my cock had filled and grown.
The so called "date" was brutal, he was so brutal and dominating.He’d grabbed her waist and pounded into her like a maniac, holding her hands above her head. Her pussy had made wet sounds of violation and she’d cried out with the force of his need. After he’d fucked her for a while, he’d picked her up, carried her to the wall by the door, slammed her against it and fucked her with one arm under her ass like a bench. In the final act, he'd held her by the waist and fucking her deeper and faster, making the most of his length. She’d told me, much, much later that it wasn’t his cock that did the glorious damage, but his power and his ravenous hunger for her.
Then it was her boss, couple of co-workers and etc.
We’d been practically living together for three months. I’d even moved some of my stuff into her flat, and she’d encouraged me to do so. Unlike with Joan and Jenn, the relationship with Betty ended cleanly. Eventually she’d been offered a job in other city and simply couldn’t turn it down.
So I'm married to nice woman - Cathrine I met 2 years ago, she's mix of bombshell and angel. Last week my long kept secret the thing I've hidden away for 2 years from Cathrine came out. She found my browsing history, and asked me about the porn sites I've visited. She didn't understand why - the wives, where men let other men be with their wives. I told her I like the idea of it and i don't know why. There's no way I was going over my whole back story, it's too painful. I feel ashamed of it, even the parts of it that aren't my fault. But she insisted to understand why the fuck I'm watching these videos. By the time she was holding my cock and start asking me these awkward questions - " want to do it , like it when I flirt with other men". I declined but she could see thru me so I took the safer exit and told her I like it sometimes. Then she smirked and told me she'll always be coming home with me, she even told me if I show her how much I fancy her one day she may feed that little fantasy. I asked her what would that involve " you'll just have to wait and see.. ".
We did pretty wild thing last night, we've been at her parents house, small after NY lunch party; At some point I felt I need to fuck her. I knew it's insane but I don't care. She was so sexy confused, I ****** her to bend over, she struggled but I hold her so tightly it's hopeless, slap her ass loud enough to be heard all over the basement. From the house - I don't know and don't care. Pulled her skirt down around her knees, she's wearing black satin panties, they inflamed me even more, spanked her again. I had to free her mouth and she tried to protest about her parents, I didn't care; made her sit down and she did it as she's told.
I could hardly speak but told her to take off her panties. Never taking my eyes from her she dropped her panties down they were on the ground. She kicked them aside. I drop on my knees and with no foreplay, no warning at all, I take my cock and shove it inside her. Her cunt was soaking and I said " tell me you're a *****, tell me". Her whole body was shaking until finally she cried out " i'm a *****, i'm...i'm... your *****". The we cummed, dressed quickly and go back to the party as nothing happened.
We’ve talked everything through, Catherine and me. The feelings her flirting provoke in me, the lust and the fear. The rage and the desire. She’s not really able to understand it, but she’s accepted that the aftermath is hot. For her, the interactions are fun, but it’s the effect on me that she finds so exciting. We’ve set some ground rules, and they’re few and simple.
She is never to do anything without my permission, it will never go beyond kissing or, maybe, only maybe, some light petting, and, I have to be visible, at all times. The central rule, the foundational one, is that we will be honest and transparent about everything. We always have been, so this is nothing especially new.
Having said that, this last rule is a problem. For me, it’s a big problem. I know that Catherine will stick to it to the letter, it’s my own absence of openness that’s the issue. She’s asked me where the kink comes from. How long have I had it? What caused it? I’ve brushed aside every single question, claiming that it just happened. It’s a stupid lie, but for some reason I just can’t tell her about the past. I am certainly never, even under the threat of torture, going to reveal it.
Forgot to mention my colleagues at work - Jarrel, Brad and Matt, they're always talking about me and my wife. Even last week when I was sitting in a toilet cubicle and heard their conversation:
Jared: How the fuck did she end up with him?
Brad: I know. She’s a hot little bird, proper fit, and I reckon she bangs like a drum. I’d show her what a good time was like, if she’d give me the chance.
Matt:Brad man, you wouldn’t know what to do with that. I’m the one she needs bro. She’d be screaming my name all night long.
Brad:She wouldn’t even remember your name after you’d finished. You wouldn’t go on long enough for her to learn it.
I suppose we're going to explore it, me again. Any advices are more than welcome.
I was 18 when I met Joan, we were both students.
Joan
I'd met her in the library, she’d been standing in my way, right in front of the journals I’d needed to complete my coursework. I’d shyly asked her if she could hand them to me. She was almost as tall as I was, around five foot nine. She’d been beautiful and intimidating, and I’d expected her to hand me the box without even looking at me. But she had looked at me.We’d left the library together that day, grabbed something to eat from the refectory in the quad.
She’d been my first love. In temperament, she’d been like my wife , vital and volcanic. She’d entered my life like a hurricane and sent everything I’d known into orbit.Joan had been a sexual animal. One time she’d pulled my prick out during a lecture and given me a hand job, pulling and stroking me to orgasm, while our lecturer had droned on about perspective. Joan taught me so much more about perspective.
She’d fucked me on one of our bus trips. On the top deck at the very back, hidden in the blind spot, where the driver hadn’t been able to see us in her mirror system. My parents hadn’t liked her; indeed, they’d loathed her, everything about her had been wrong from their point of view. She was wild and dangerous, she was a bad influence, but to me that hadn’t been a bad thing. To me she’d been a glorious bend in the straight road they’d put me on, and I’d loved it. I’d loved her. I truly had.
Then one day I caught her cheating on me, Joan had been lying there under one of our lecturers, getting her pussy fucked - in my bed. I’d wanted to rip them apart. But after a few moments of watching him holding her hips and fucking, slapping and kneading her ass, I’d crept out of the flat and sat outside on the wall until he’d finally left, more than an hour later. He’d been doing up his shirt and whistling.I’d expected her to apologise when I’d finally entered inside, but she’d simply told me she’d needed a good grade, that he’d been hitting on her all term, and that her place had been off limits because, her flatmate, had been using it. As if that made the use of my bedroom understandable.
Jennifer
Then it was Jennifer, she was a family friend. She’d been a pretty little thing, even when we were teens.She’d found me cute and thoughtful, and I’d found her, well, to be frank, perfect in every way. Found her fucking her boss in our apartment, she even told me to enjoy the show and if I liked it. He’d finally cum in her, while she’d had her hands on my knees, and her head in my lap, fucking her sweet little pussy so hard that I’d shaken. She’d looked up at me as he’d stiffened, and filled her, and she’d told me that she loved me. It was the most erotic and the most terrible thing I’d experienced. But she was to top it. Jennifer was going to take me to the very top of the highest peak of cuckoldry.
We lasted for 7 whole months. In that time, she fucked several men, all with my knowledge. Most had been guys with influence, people that were able to further her career. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t hate it as much as I would have expected. My parents never knew, no-one did.I’d loved her. Not in the way that I’d loved Jennifer, but had been love. Maybe I’d lost a little piece of it every time she’d been unfaithful, but maybe I’m just rationalising that after the fact, I don’t honestly know. Whenever she’d been late on date nights, I’d felt the sickness of uncertainty.
Betty
She’d been my last girlfriend. It had taken a year to trust again, to believe that a relationship was what I wanted.She was of mixed ethnicity, much slimmer than I would normally go for. Then, out of the blue, I’d got a message from her. All it said was ‘Hi’.Our first meeting had been in her local pub. That first night we’d stayed there, gently exploring one another, probing and testing the waters.I never took her to meet the parents, they wouldn’t have approved. Dad definitely wouldn’t have liked her.The first time I’d seen her having sex with another man, she’d set it up for me. It had been at her flat and she’d emptied her cupboard to accommodate me.She’d met a policeman online, on a site that was all about hook-ups. No strings sex. He’d been honest with her, he’d been a married man looking for fun and nothing more. She’d shown me his profile one night while we’d been sat at opposite ends of her sofa, our feet entwined. She just said she's going to fuck him. I’d said nothing, but my cock had filled and grown.
The so called "date" was brutal, he was so brutal and dominating.He’d grabbed her waist and pounded into her like a maniac, holding her hands above her head. Her pussy had made wet sounds of violation and she’d cried out with the force of his need. After he’d fucked her for a while, he’d picked her up, carried her to the wall by the door, slammed her against it and fucked her with one arm under her ass like a bench. In the final act, he'd held her by the waist and fucking her deeper and faster, making the most of his length. She’d told me, much, much later that it wasn’t his cock that did the glorious damage, but his power and his ravenous hunger for her.
Then it was her boss, couple of co-workers and etc.
We’d been practically living together for three months. I’d even moved some of my stuff into her flat, and she’d encouraged me to do so. Unlike with Joan and Jenn, the relationship with Betty ended cleanly. Eventually she’d been offered a job in other city and simply couldn’t turn it down.
So I'm married to nice woman - Cathrine I met 2 years ago, she's mix of bombshell and angel. Last week my long kept secret the thing I've hidden away for 2 years from Cathrine came out. She found my browsing history, and asked me about the porn sites I've visited. She didn't understand why - the wives, where men let other men be with their wives. I told her I like the idea of it and i don't know why. There's no way I was going over my whole back story, it's too painful. I feel ashamed of it, even the parts of it that aren't my fault. But she insisted to understand why the fuck I'm watching these videos. By the time she was holding my cock and start asking me these awkward questions - " want to do it , like it when I flirt with other men". I declined but she could see thru me so I took the safer exit and told her I like it sometimes. Then she smirked and told me she'll always be coming home with me, she even told me if I show her how much I fancy her one day she may feed that little fantasy. I asked her what would that involve " you'll just have to wait and see.. ".
We did pretty wild thing last night, we've been at her parents house, small after NY lunch party; At some point I felt I need to fuck her. I knew it's insane but I don't care. She was so sexy confused, I ****** her to bend over, she struggled but I hold her so tightly it's hopeless, slap her ass loud enough to be heard all over the basement. From the house - I don't know and don't care. Pulled her skirt down around her knees, she's wearing black satin panties, they inflamed me even more, spanked her again. I had to free her mouth and she tried to protest about her parents, I didn't care; made her sit down and she did it as she's told.
I could hardly speak but told her to take off her panties. Never taking my eyes from her she dropped her panties down they were on the ground. She kicked them aside. I drop on my knees and with no foreplay, no warning at all, I take my cock and shove it inside her. Her cunt was soaking and I said " tell me you're a *****, tell me". Her whole body was shaking until finally she cried out " i'm a *****, i'm...i'm... your *****". The we cummed, dressed quickly and go back to the party as nothing happened.
We’ve talked everything through, Catherine and me. The feelings her flirting provoke in me, the lust and the fear. The rage and the desire. She’s not really able to understand it, but she’s accepted that the aftermath is hot. For her, the interactions are fun, but it’s the effect on me that she finds so exciting. We’ve set some ground rules, and they’re few and simple.
She is never to do anything without my permission, it will never go beyond kissing or, maybe, only maybe, some light petting, and, I have to be visible, at all times. The central rule, the foundational one, is that we will be honest and transparent about everything. We always have been, so this is nothing especially new.
Having said that, this last rule is a problem. For me, it’s a big problem. I know that Catherine will stick to it to the letter, it’s my own absence of openness that’s the issue. She’s asked me where the kink comes from. How long have I had it? What caused it? I’ve brushed aside every single question, claiming that it just happened. It’s a stupid lie, but for some reason I just can’t tell her about the past. I am certainly never, even under the threat of torture, going to reveal it.
Forgot to mention my colleagues at work - Jarrel, Brad and Matt, they're always talking about me and my wife. Even last week when I was sitting in a toilet cubicle and heard their conversation:
Jared: How the fuck did she end up with him?
Brad: I know. She’s a hot little bird, proper fit, and I reckon she bangs like a drum. I’d show her what a good time was like, if she’d give me the chance.
Matt:Brad man, you wouldn’t know what to do with that. I’m the one she needs bro. She’d be screaming my name all night long.
Brad:She wouldn’t even remember your name after you’d finished. You wouldn’t go on long enough for her to learn it.
I suppose we're going to explore it, me again. Any advices are more than welcome.
