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Subject: {ASSM} Reluctantly Joining The Cuckold Club 1 {head2fat} (cuckold,seduction)
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Standard Reader Advisory:	
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This story depicts explicit sex.  If you are under the legal age of 
consent in your country, are offended by this type of material, or if 
you reside where it is illegal to possess such material, read no further.

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| This is a new story installment involving the "Academy" - a secret  |
| intelligence arm of the New World Femocracy.                        |
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| Although the "Academy" is not mentioned in Part One, it will be     |
| in subsequent chapters                                              |
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| BTW, Since this is not a tease story, it may be a little different  |
| from what my readers normally expect.  Still I hope you enjoy it.   |
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| -head2fat-                                                          |
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	       Reluctantly Joining The Cuckold Club
                            [Part One]

                                                   (c) 2004 Kari Alarus

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Chapter 1
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Sharon Jackson would probably be the last happily-married woman on 
Earth to betray the secret that few women dared admit - size really was 
important.   

As it turned out, Sharon's husband, John, was actually a quite decent 
lover.  Sharon had made quite sure of that, having patiently and 
thoroughly trained her then-fiance in the fundamentals of orgasmic 
love-making during their courtship year.  She was 20 years-old at the 
time, and had just completed her bachelor's degree in structural 
design.

Fundamentally, Sharon had few complaints with her conjugal love life.  
She got plenty of touching and cuddling.  John was exceptionally 
attentive to both her sexual needs and her mood swings.  They made love 
at least 3 times a week.  Although John's 6" penis rarely got her 
excited, Sharon was able to consistently reach orgasm from her 
husband's capable tongue and talented fingers.  Compared to the humdrum 
love lives of most of her work acquaintances, Sharon had little to 
lament. 

Sharon had been happily married to her darling antique-dealer for 
nearly fifteen years.   She loved him dearly, and was deeply attached 
to her two children.  Ostensibly, the perfect wife and mother, Sharon 
was adored not only by her own family, but by both her parents and 
John's as well.

Handily independent of the six-figure income that John earned, Sharon 
enjoyed her own successful career as highly regarded architect. Their 
award-winning wood, stone, and glass residence in Lake Oswego, for 
example, was wholly her design.  For well over ten years the Jacksons 
had thrived and prospered in that beautiful home.

Their combined incomes had enabled them to furnish their 6000 square-
foot home with every possible luxury.  Heated floors in all bedrooms, 
natural lighting throughout, private tennis court, two indoor Jacuzzis, 
indoor-outdoor swimming pool, and high-speed ultra-secure home intranet 
with both satellite and cable access to the web and all broadcast 
programming were just some of the amenities.

Sharon and John owned a fleet of vehicles of all types, including 
several boats and two Piper Cubs.  Both were licensed pilots and 
accomplished yachtsmen.  

They owned several vacation residences, including a ski cabin at Tahoe, 
a 2-story loft on New York City's Upper East side, a Parisian apartment 
in Montparnasse, a beach house in Ibiza, an ocean-front condo along 
Australia's Great Barrier Reef, and a large flat in London's exclusive 
Hampstead borough.  The family made it a habit to travel at least twice 
a year.

The future of their two children, 13-year old Trent and 11-year old 
Rayna, was virtually assured.  Both kids had fully-vested memberships 
in an exclusive educational co-op designed to prepare its students to 
master the mysteries of life and success.  The pricey co-op combined 
professionally-led workshops, small discussion groups moderated by 
renown experts, instructor-guided self-paced discovery challenges, 
real-world internships, street-skills training from highly successful 
urban survivors, a full range of team athletics and self-defense arts, 
one-one-one emotional counseling, and personal mentoring by 
acknowledged leaders in their fields.

Yes, tall, blonde, amply-endowed, enviably fit, illness-free, and 
radiantly beautiful - awash in wealth, success, love, and family - 
Sharon was truly blessed.

As for friends, Sharon was heart-and-soul bound to a close-knit circle 
of women who passionately cherished one another.  These five dynamic 
females had become life-long intimates, having shared every triumph, 
failure, dream, and fear with each other over the past ten years.  
There was no subject that they could not discuss, no secret that they 
could not share, no revelation that they could not honor. Not 
surprisingly, sex was a frequent topic among the five.


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Chapter 2
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"So, Sharon, tell us everything about your latest client, Winston 
Holt," Trudy pleaded.  "I hear he's quite dashing, as well as being 
sinfully rich." 

"Yes, girl, we want to know every detail," Miriam demanded.  Is he as 
sexy in person as he is in his photos?  Did he try to sweep you off 
your feet?  And is he really hung like a horse?"  

At that all five women burst into laughter.  For that was what they 
really wanted to know.  

"Well!  You all seem to know so much about him already.  How could I 
possibly add anything interesting?" Sharon teased.  

"Sharon, you do this to us every time!  We virtually have to beg you 
to share to the tiniest detail," Celia groused.

"Oh do I?  Well then I shan't tell you anything now," Sharon replied 
smugly.

Okay we give in!!  Will you please tell us what happened?  Pretty 
please?" begged the others in unison.

"Oh, if you all insist," Sharon relented.  How could she resist such 
a pathetic plea from her very best friends!

"Just between us girls, that man can really fuck!" Sharon exclaimed, 
vainly trying to hide a blush that colored both cheeks.

"Why Sharon, you're actually blushing!  Winston must have been really 
something in bed!" teased Miriam.

"Oh he was - all 12 rigid inches of him, and he definitely knew how to 
use it!  He screwed me so hard that I couldn't sit down for an entire 
day."   Sharon's butter-cream complexion was now a deep crimson.  She 
was also on the verge of soaking her panties from the intense memory of 
it all.

"I guess I didn't help matters any, showing up for our initial 
appointment in an extremely short DKNY business suit and a naughty low-
cut blouse" Sharon continued.  "I thought the grey pinstripes were 
quite flattering, but obviously Winston's attentions were drawn 
elsewhere.  I could tell immediately by the scrumptious bulge in his 
Armani slacks that we were going to get along quite famously."

"The stud was everything I'd imagined.  At 6'2", ruggedly handsome with 
chiseled dark features and piercing green eyes, Winston was quite an 
impressive piece of work.  I hate to admit it, but he even took my 
breath away, he was so gorgeous.  My panties were already damp, and we 
hadn't even shaken hands."

"Winston and I were definitely quite a sight.  All eyes were upon as we 
entered Brasserie Les Halles, one of New York's most exclusive 
restaurants.  My bare legs (and my tits) were on fire from all the 
testosterone-fueled attention.  I could feel their lust with every 
gaze.  I purposely taunted some of the more eligible diners with my 
best 'look at what you're not getting tonight' smirk."

"Such a gentleman he was too.  After graciously holding my chair and 
ordering for the two of us, he cut straight to the chase by putting his 
impeccably manicured hand right up my skirt.   Before I could even 
utter a protest, Winston was gently massaging my clit right through my 
panties!  His liquid baritone love talk so soothed me and his emerald 
eyes engaged mine so intensely that the very thought of telling him to 
stop never crossed my mind.  By this point, my cunt was on fire, and 
only one thing was going to put that out."

"Suddenly he pulled his hand away, temporarily breaking the spell.  But 
when I saw him put those long tapered fingers to his nose and close his 
eyes in ecstasy savoring my erotic fragrance [I was really really wet], 
I melted right there.  At that point, all I knew was that I wanted my 
brains fucked out by this man and I didn't care where - in the back of 
a taxi or in front of the fireplace in my suite - anywhere his 
prodigious talent would make me scream for hours. 


[more to come soon]
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