It had been a few weeks since Ken and I last played and between his time away at home or traveling to clients outside my area. He'd continued to write stories regularly which continued to intrigue and arouse me. I was trying to hold out from playing with my new found desires with others and hoping that soon he would return to my hometown. The stories now had two main themes, one was making love or fucking me in various places, with various methods and under various conditions. The other was most slanted to my discovery of how much I wanted to be submissive and how I can and would submit to sensual encounters. Here is where I was really starting to get myself heated up. However, that tale will be told another day. Today, I was awaiting the arrival of my erotic story writer. Well, he's been a bit more than that, if you have read the previous 4 parts to this thread. But, even though I've read some wonderful stories and had some erotic experiences with him and my own hands, we still hadn't had conventional sex. I wanted to be under this man who so captivated my senses, to feel his hot, pulsing cock stretching my pussy lips and finally feel him cum inside me. It was one way to thank him and another way for me to release myself further into the eroticism that so captivated me these days. Then I received the fateful e-mail that would finally start the culmination of events leading to my desire. He would be in town in two weeks. Two fucking long weeks! And he asked that if I could …
The Evil Cheerleaders on Halloween Night
I heard it was true, the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. I worked at my small town's convention center for 10 months and I'd heard all sorts of stories about the Evil Cheerleaders. But I'd always assumed they were more of a myth. The type guys at comic conventions and stuff make up because who doesn't like a silly, sexy myth. The simplified version was this: There was a not-so-secret organization called the Evil Cheerleaders who went from convention to convention, causing all sorts of trouble, mostly fucking men, breaking up marriages and relationships, partially to prove how lame and easy to stray men were, and partially because they just liked causing trouble. One night a year, you guessed it, Halloween, they infiltrate conventions with the intention of increasing their ranks, seducing one innocent girl and turning her into the newest insatiable Evil Cheerleader. You can see why I was somewhat hesitant to believe this. I mean, who could believe such a thing? Which is why I was more than a little surprised when my s****r Faye, who worked with me at the Convention Center and was as staunch a feminist as they come, was outraged upon hearing that the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. "Wait… they're real? they're really a thing?" I asked, shocked. "Oh they're real" she said, "and they project an image that women are only interested in one thing, being slutty and submissive to men. If they're really coming, I don't know that I can keep supporting this place." "If they're willing to …
My cuckold marriage
I met my wife, Sally, on a dating website. She is 15 years younger than me at 33 and on the site profile I made it clear that I was interested in the cuckold lifestyle. Sally is gorgeous, slim, quite tall at 5 foot 9 inches and blonde shoulder length curly hair. When we went on our first date, we talked a lot and had lots in common, but she did say she does like sex so much that she could never be tied to one man – perfect I thought. Dates continued really well, meeting almost everyday and she would come back to my house and we were having sex within a week of meeting. She would encourage me to be dirty and fuck her hard, slap her bum and pull her hair when taking her doggy. During this time Sally told me she was seeing other men, most that she had met on the dating site before me and a couple of her work colleagues, it excited me when she told me about the sex with them, she would tell me that they were better lovers than me, with bigger cocks and greater staying power – Sally could tell I enjoyed hearing this from my questions and my growing hard on which she would slowly masturbate for me, We had full sex, but I could tell she was used to better. After we had been seeing each other for about 6 months, we continued to get along really well and I asked her if she would marry me! I was not sure what she would say but she did agree but asked if she could continue seeing other men. I of course agreed but only with the understanding that she kept it discreet and our friends …