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Utterly faithful, appendix 1; with another woman, and her husband

After our marriage, we spent some time touring my country. Then, when the
paper work was ready and I had a passport, we spent a month traveling in
Europe.
It was very beautiful, but I was afraid for the costs; my husband worked
very hard for his money, and I hated to think he was spilling so much of it
just to impress me.
But he assured me it was his own pleasure as much as mine, he had always
wanted a honeymoon like that.
I was overwhelmed with the splendor of the cities we visited, but happy to
be alone with Arnold in the evenings. I loved to just hold his hand and talk
with him, but I loved it even more when he would hold me naked in his thick
arms and love me as a man loves a woman. I adored the feeling of being in
his power, his little doll as he called me. I loved to feel his thick
European organ inside my body, overwhelming me with its wonderful power,
flooding me with his seed every night.

Real life was a relief; at last, we went to the small town where my new home
was waiting for me. Three days later, Arnold drove off to the company
helicopter that would fly him to his rig.
I was alone in a strange place full of strangers. It was quiet and calm,
though.
There were many oil families there. But I felt immediately that the other
wives didn't like me; I was very young compared to them. They were all fat
and white, and had children to keep them busy.
Except for Laura.
She was the wife of Arnold's good friend Dillon, and only 27 years old.
Although 9 years older than me, she seemed like a child compared to the
other women, more because of her attitude than her age.
She looked like them, but she told me that she was also a foreigner here,
she was from Ireland.
We were soon best friends, and were always together when our husbands were
away on the rigs.

My husband had been home again twice, so that would be 5 or 6 months later,
when Laura asked me if I'd like to come to Edinburgh with her.
I phoned Arnold to ask his permission.
"Sure, baby. You go and have fun."
"We'll be spending a night or two there."
"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. Laura will take care of you. Buy some nice
things for yourself, and when I get home you'll have some nice stories for
me of your adventures in the city."
It was a six hour drive to the big city, and I didn't yet have a license, so
Laura had to do all the driving. We arrived in the late afternoon quite
exhausted, and checked into a little hotel.
We went out shopping; it was great fun with Laura. She insisted I try on
things that I never would have dared to had I been alone.
"When Arnold comes home and sees you in THAT, he'll go completely wild for
you." She told me. The sales lady smiled in agreement; it was expensive, but
the dress felt so wonderful, the way I looked in it thrilled even me.
It was the first of a string of purchases. We bought sexy underthings and
shoes, too, before going back to our hotel.
In the privacy of our little room, we dressed up for each other, fantasizing
of how our men would adore us. I felt a warm happy glow, I felt so
comfortable with my friend.
"Let's go out to a club." Laura suggested.
"Oh no, Laura; I couldn't go in one of those places without Arnold. What
would people think?"
"I saw a place where they don't allow men." She said.
"No men? Only women?"
"That's right! Come on, it will be fun."
So off we went, in our fine new outfits.

Indeed, there were no men there, but some of the women were almost men the
way they were dressed. Everyone was very friendly, as Laura and I danced
amongst them.
I would never have felt so open and relaxed in a place where strange men
might have been lurking, and I thought it was a wonderful idea to have a
place like that where women like us could have fun in safety.
But slowly, the nature of the place was revealed; there were women kissing
and holding each other, and women who smiled at me too often for too long.
"Well of course, Lek, what did you think?" Laura laughed. "Does it frighten
you?"
"No." I answered.
"Does it excite you?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? Maybe you would like to be with a woman."
"What do you mean?"
"Imagine; that woman over there, the one smiling at us. She's good looking,
don't you think?"
"Yes."
"Imaging she took you in her arms, and kissed you. Just imagine it; her lips
are soft, and your body is hot in her arms. Ok, now do you feel excited, or
repulsed?"
"I... I'm not sure" I said, truthfully.
Laura laughed. She had a beautiful laugh; like the ringing of bells.
Later, in our hotel room, I couldn't help but notice her body when she
removed her clothes.  She had a lovely Caucasian kind of body, with large
breasts and milky skin. She has long tangled orange hair.  She smiled at me,
and I was embarrassed that she had seen me looking at her.  She took her
shower first.
Afterwards, as I was washing myself in the hot water, I couldn't help but
imagine what it would be like to kiss my friend.  Was it exciting, or
repulsive?  I couldn't decide.  I didn't know.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, my big friend put her arms around me
suddenly, and kissed me powerfully.
I was quite overcome with shock; I just stood still as her hands held me
tight, and her tongue darted briefly into my mouth.
She released me.
"Well?"  She asked; then she smiled. "Why, you are excited!  It was nice,
wasn't it?  Come over here, let's try it again."
"What would Arnold say?"  I asked nervously.  I didn't want my friend to
feel rejected, but I didn't think I should be kissing her.  I was a married
woman.
"If you tell him that you were kissing me, he'd probably go wild with
desire, sweet thing.  My God, you're so lovely; I'm sorry Lek, I think I
shouldn't have had that last glass of wine."
Her hand was on my face, her touch light and sensitive; Laura has hazel
eyes, such very beautiful eyes.  Her lips are full, so sensuous.  She kissed
me again.  And again.  And again.
I surrendered myself to her; she was my friend, she'd done so much to make
me feel accepted in this alien land. It seemed so small a thing to humor her
in her desires.
Naked, we lay together.  The sensations of her body were wonderful against
me.  She touched me as no one had ever touched me before, stroking my flower
lightly, and then more insistently.  I touched her in return; late into the
night, we kissed and held each other, stroking each other in our secret bed,
far from home.
I could no longer deny my own excitement; Yes! I wanted her, I wanted my
friend to keep touching me that way, to kiss me and hold me so tenderly and
sweetly, like I'd never been touched before.
At last, there seemed no other course of action; she lowered her lovely face
between my legs, kissing and licking me until the hot rush of pleasure
washed across me.
She leaned back, and spread her pale legs wide; she was orange there, too,
her short tangerine curls surrounding her waiting pink sex. I moved forward
slowly; I didn't want to, and yet at the same time I did. I lowered my face
down between her thighs, and tasted her.
She was sweet, not unpleasant at all; she stiffened in pleasure, and as the
minutes passed, I got more and more involved with this new kind of love. I
licked her hard and soft, I sucked on her clitoris. She gripped my head in
her hands as she cried in wonderful climax.

A few days later, from the privacy of our home, I called Arnold.  Laura had
made me promise I wouldn't tell him, but my loyalty must be first and
foremost to my husband.
"I must tell you a story."  I told him.
"What kind of story?"
"What I did with Laura in the city."  I told him.
So I told him everything.  The nights we had spent together, how we had
danced together and with other women.
"That was a wonderful story."  He said after a brief silence. "It was just a
story?"
"Yes."  I told him.
"It's gotten me very excited.  I can't wait to get back to you, Lek."
"You enjoyed this story?"  I asked him, relieved that what Laura had told me
was true.
"Oh yes.  You can tell me more like that when I get home."
I laughed with relief; I was so afraid he would be angry with me. I
immediately went over to see Laura.
It was so good to be with her; I was alone in my house without Arnold, but
with Laura I could relax.  She was such a good friend, and now she could be
even more.
We talked and laughed together, we fixed each other's hair.  We sat together
in our underwear, filing our toenails and talking about our husbands.
We looked into each other's eyes, and found comfort there.  We held hands,
and kissed.
Now that I had my husband's permission, I felt so happy with what we were
doing.  It was warm and friendly, somehow innocent and pure.  Our husbands
were good friends, they were both away at their work.  It was right that we
should love and comfort each other.
It was right that I should lie back and spread my legs, relaxing in the warm
heat of my friend's attentions, watching her green eyes staring out from her
halo of tangled orange hair, looking at me over my belly as she licked me
until I screamed.  It was right that we should enjoy pleasing each other,
keeping ourselves clean and unspoiled for our husbands.

Of course, it couldn't compare with making love to Arnold.  When Arnold
takes me, I'm like a leaf and the wind, helplessly swept up by his strength.
And of course, he can penetrate me with his manly part, and inject me with
his lovely creamy fluid.
The next time he was home, we made love as soon as he arrived. And after I
told him the story again of being with his friend's wife, he did it with me
again.  He asked me for details, and it made him crazy to hear them.
Finally, our time together was near an end, and he had to return to the rig.
"When I come back, you'll have some more stories for me?"
"If you want."  I said.
"How about... you and Laura and Dillon."
"Three together?"  I asked him, trying not to show my shock.
"Sure.  It's just a story."

Naturally, I knew I must obey my husband.  If he wanted me to entertain his
friend as well as Laura, then I would.
But I knew I couldn't tell Laura that it was Arnold's idea, or that Arnold
even knew what we were doing.

The day after Arnold left for work, I went to see my friend.
We talked about sex, love, and our husbands.
"I've never been with anyone but Arnold." I told her.
"Really? That's so sweet!"
"What about you? Did you know other men?"
"Oh sure, lots." Realizing what she'd just said, she blushed [I find that so
funny in white people], and we both laughed.
"Tell me about some." I said.
Laura told me some stories of her own; boyfriends and lovers, places she'd
been with them. She told me that she'd once had sex with two men at once,
room boys in a hotel in India; while her boyfriend was out.
"Two men at once!" I said, "How did it work?"
Laughing, she told me the details; it made me a bit uncomfortable and damp
between my legs. It seemed to affect Laura the same way, so we undressed and
comforted each other.

"That was nice." Laura said afterwards.
"I liked it, too." I said. "What's it like with Dillon? Does he please you?"
Naked in each other's arms, there were no secrets between us. Her pale
smooth skin was warm and comfortable against me as she told me about her
intimate relations with her husband. We agreed on the happy feeling we got
when our husbands mounted us, the joyous sensation of being penetrated by
the men we loved.
"Dillon will be back in a week, but I won't see Arnold for much longer." I
said. "Then you will be with him, and I will be alone."
"We can still get together while Dillon is here."  Laura said, kissing me.

And indeed, we did.  We made love in their bedroom while Dillon was
downstairs watching football.
"What if he comes in?  What would he say if he found us like this?"  I asked
my friend as we rolled around her bed together.
"He would never come upstairs in the middle of a football game."  She
laughed.
"If he did, would you share him with me?"  I asked her.
She looked at me wide-eyed; "why Lek, I had no idea you were like that."
Later, I was licking her between her legs.  I thought I tasted something
different there.
"Laura, did you have sex with Dillon this morning?"
"Oh God, I'm so sorry.  Can you taste it? I took a shower afterwards."
"It tastes nice."  I told her, unable to keep the smile from my face.
It made her quite crazy to know that I could taste her husbands ejaculate in
her.  I found it quite exciting as well.
"Do you think it tastes different when it's fresh?"  I asked her when I had
satisfied her.
"I bet you'd love to know."  She answered, stroking my breasts.
"Yes."  I said. "If you'll let me."
She looked into my eyes with her open generous face still aglow.  She
couldn't refuse me.

We got dressed in some of the transparent nightclothes we'd bought in
Edinburgh.  I was so nervous, I could barely walk; but it was very exciting
as well.  We brushed our hair, and freshened our makeup.  Then Laura took my
hand, and led me downstairs to her husband.
"What do you think, sweetheart?"  She asked him, as we both turned around,
displaying ourselves to him.
We both started to giggle, since Dillon couldn't seem to find anything to
say.  He just stared at us both, his football game forgotten.
"Lek was telling me how lonely she gets when Arnold's away."  My friend said
to her husband, kneeling on the sofa next to him and putting her arms around
his neck. "So I told her I'd share you with her."
We both waited for the man's reaction.  I could see he was torn between his
sexual desire and his morality.
I came close to him, and sat on his other side.  I stroked his face with my
fingers, and looked into his eyes.
What a sweet man, I thought, to resist so gallantly.  I kissed his face, and
then bit his ear.  He smelled nice, he was strong like Arnold, yet young.
He was about 35 years old, so he was still much older then I was; but he was
so much younger than my husband, he seemed like a child by comparison.
Of course he couldn't resist us; I don't think any man could.

Upstairs in the couple's bedroom, Laura and I laughed at her husband's
stunned silence as we undressed him.
I had been quite hesitant to instigate this, but now that it was happening
so easily and naturally, I felt it must be all right, and I was enjoying the
excitement of it all.
Dillon lay down in bed naked, his hard penis against his stomach as his wife
and I took turns kissing him and stroking him.
I put my hand on his organ, feeling a little thrill run through me as I felt
his firm heat. It was so naughty, yet there was nothing to be ashamed of;
everyone was in agreement, everyone wanted this.
I had been brought up to be faithful to one man, and that man was my
husband. I guess every person must have other desires sometimes, but I knew
that I was very lucky to be able to fulfill mine without cheating on Arnold.
Dillon's hand stroked my head as we kissed and I fondled him; he held my
little body against his own, so my firm little breasts were squeezed flat
against his broad chest as his tongue pushed into my mouth.
It was very strange and exciting to hold his hot hard penis like that, to
kiss him as a lover. I had known him for some time, Arnold and I had shared
many a meal with Dillon and Laura.
My husband had known other women before our marriage, but I had known no
other man before this; it was good somehow, something I needed to know, an
experience that would increase my worth.
I sucked his cock, as Arnold had taught me. I enjoyed the feeling of it, the
sensitive part of him against my tongue and lips, his sweaty manly taste. My
heart fluttered with excitement as I did it, I wallowed in the glory of his
cock in my mouth, so different and yet so similar to my Arnold's.
Laura stopped me before he ejaculated. She said she wanted to watch him do
it to me.
I didn't quite understand that; I wouldn't want to see my man with another
woman, and I was a bit concerned that Laura would want to have Arnold in
return at some point.
Still, I couldn't refuse; they were my good friends, and they both wanted it
done. And yes, the idea did appeal to me, as well.
I spread my legs for him, and he entered me carefully. Dillon was a sweet
and considerate man, and I found myself thinking that if I had to let a man
other than my husband inside my body, I was glad that it was Dillon.
He looked at me in a strange way as he slid deeper into my body; it was a
strange thing we were doing, after all. It felt good; his hard young cock
deeply in my passage, his smooth lean body on top of me, his hands behind my
shoulders, his lips on my lips and his tongue in my mouth. He began to move.
He was strong and vigorous, and his rhythm was faster than Arnold's; his
cock was long and hard, and Laura was there too, holding my head against her
breast as she stroked my face.
It was very intense; I hadn't expected it to be so very pleasurable. I was
sandwiched between my friends as we all made love, Dillon's cock pounding me
eagerly as Laura's gentle hands caressed me.
Soon, I began to climax, harder than I had with Laura, harder than even with
Arnold. Dillon pulled out of me suddenly, unable to proceed without
ejaculating; Laura quickly filled the empty space with her hot little
tongue, and then Dillon entered me again for another minute of mad joy.
"Is it ok?" he asked.
"Yes, it's wonderful." I told him, not understanding what he was really
asking.
 Then he stiffened and I felt his seed begin pumping into me. I was
frightened by that, suddenly realizing that I should take precautions
against men other than my husband impregnating me.
Because there would be other men; somehow, I knew that this was just the
beginning.
The realization frightened me, yet thrilled me.

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Appendix 2; with a much older man

Appendix 3; gang bang

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