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Subject: The unintentional whore.
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Unintentional, hard to believe. But by this I mean someone without
the aspiration to do so, who is, by persistence, persuaded into the
act. All that was required was a serious defect in my character. When
I was still young and impressionable (19), I had the misfortune to
work for 2 brothers that ran a used car lot. These brothers, both with
moral problems, had maintained a storage chest of pornographic videos.
In addition, periodically, they had 2 prostitutes that would visit the
establishment, providing me with a day off from work while my
employers reveled in things unknown to me. (Unknown, not unimagined).
I was allowed to take the pornographic videos home, and I availed
myself of this opportunity. My wife (only 18 by several months) was
not amused and not interested in seeing them. Oh well, I wasted my
efforts, I had no need to push the issue. I returned the videos to
work.
Sometime later, one of my bosses (Larry) offered to have his
girlfriend blow me, with the caveat that he be allowed to watch. I
agreed. He said that he would need time to arrange things. After
several days, perhaps a week or two, he finally said that it was
ready, and that she was to come to work to give me the blow job.
Reality was too great for me, I was still uncomfortable with such
things, and I declined. He was disappointed but hardly crestfallen.
After thinking things through at a later date, I again approached him
to see if it could be arranged, but a situation in his girlfriends
life supposedly prevented such.
Larry had taken notice of my young wife and offered to have sex with
her as I watched. I told him that I would ask my wife if she was open
to the circumstance. The problem with Larry was his weight, he was
very heavy. I had asked my wife numerous times if she would be
interested, and at one point she finally agreed. Larry was essentially
on call for this situation, and when I phoned him, rather late, he
said that he would be leaving his house soon to come to my place. The
thought of Larry flopping around on my wife was too much to bear, and
I phoned him and cancelled before he left. I am sure he was
disappointed, but life is life.
As the idea interested me, but the participant didn't, I nagged my
wife until she agreed that a friend from the neighborhood where I grew
up would be ok for the encounter. I phoned him, made plans, and he
arrived one day. Details are lacking, but I did the standard cuckold
thing where I observed as he fucked her. I remember the point where
she was blowing him and thinking it was not very enthusiastic. He
commented on the same point when I drove him home. It was our first
time, I think she was still in protest to a degree, but most of the
event went well.
>From this time forward, I have been afflicted by the desire to see her
fuck other men. We moved to another friend of mine, a friend much more
tenuous than the first. This friend agreed to it with the caveat that
part of the time he and her must be left alone, declaring that he did
not wish to be part of a freak show. I agreed. We entertained this
friend several times, I would dutifully leave the house while he was
in the act of fucking her, walk around the neighborhood for a short
time, and return home to find them dressed to one degree or another.
She did the usual, fucking and sucking this friend, but the situation
was never very pleasurable to my wife or I.
Eventually we moved out of state for a few years. During that time, we
had placed ads in some paper (swinging) for men to connect with, and
found a few. One man, from a nearby state, proved not to be desirable
at all (after she sucked and fucked him), unfortunately, he began to
leave love letters in the mail box. Not many, but it was unnerving, we
were concerned that it was going to continue for a long time.
The other man we connected with was fairly entertaining for me, and a
good fuck for her. He had his problems too. One day, while waiting for
him to get into her, and stop the long foreplay that he was engaged
in, I went to the living room for a short time. Mistake. He jumped up
on her and fucked aggressively while I was out of the room, completing
his work before I returned. I thought that they were still waiting to
begin, but found out to my disappointment that it was done for the
day. As I said earlier, I had always just observed, sitting in the
distance and watching. One day though I asker her to suck him off, as
I had never seen her do that to anyone but myself. It was a long and
difficult time for her, but eventually and without much fanfare, he
came in her mouth. As I approached her I saw his cum draining out of
her mouth, which was too much for me. I removed my pants and started
to fuck her. (I avoided kissing her though) As this was beyond the
bounds of what we had agreed to with him, I think I scared him off.
We then met with another couple. They were somewhat older, and the
situation felt foreign. We went into separate rooms, I with his wife,
he with mine. I found her to be too professional, no foreplay, right
into bed, didn't last long (my fault) with her saying that "it was ok,
a lot of people have problems the fist time" (the wife swap thing).
Little did she know that my performance usually isn't much better than
what she experienced. My wife, with the other man, must have had a
difficult time, as she had just started her period right before they
arrived. I am not sure of exactly what they did.
Another day, we met with a man with a peculiar disfigurement. Although
we unfortunately went through with it, I avoided watching any of it,
and I am sure that she wishes that we would have turned him away. You
need to say no when no is appropriate. After this she was hired at a
Burger King in a town about 30 miles from where we lived. After
working there for awhile, she discovered that one of the employees was
coming on to her. It was just short time before he was cuming into
her. This began our experiences, quite numerous, with her having sex
with men without me present, and supposedly sharing the details with
me afterward. Problem is she is not good at sharing details. But she
was good at sharing increased enthusiasm at having sex after her
encounters. This situation went on for several weeks, she would stop
after work at this guys house and they would fuck, and I would see her
a few hours later at home than would be expected had she left work on
time. This encounter eventually came to an end when the girlfriend of
the guy she was fucking would show up at this house while my wife and
he were in the act. This can't be good for budding relationships.
We eventually moved back to the city where we were born. She contacted
a female friend of hers and they would get together and talk.
Eventually came the time when the two of them went out for drinks.
(This is not going where you think). While out at a bar known for it's
rowdiness, she noticed that a man there was coming on to her.
Consistent with the agreement that my wife and I had, keeping
everything above board, she phoned and asked me if it was ok for her
to go farther with him. I quickly replied yes. Anyway, they became sex
partners for the next several months. He was somewhat younger and was
a volunteer firemen. He lived at home with his mother (remember he is
younger), and his mother was away often. Apparently my wife sucked and
fucked him on the couch most of the time. I can't see how that is
better than using the bed, but this guy somehow felt that his mother
would not be aware of his activities with my wife if he used the
couch. I would have thought the exact opposite. Apparently this man
was quite a good fuck, as she would usually meet him two or three
times a week. At one point he told her that she would know when it
(the relationship) was coming to and end, and that the relationship
(if you can call it that) would end quickly. I remember her saying
that he seemed to be loosing interest, and I suggested that she wear a
garter belt with stockings, a short dress (within reason) and no
panties. She did. They were in the bar somewhere and he finally
noticed that she was wearing stockings. Discretely, he ran his hand up
her dress and discovered her bare pussy, shaved according to my
request. That was it, they went off to the Fire Hall and he fucked her
there. The relationship did not last much longer, and I incredulously
remember when she had phoned him, trying to arranged her bi-weekly
fuck, and he was not interested. She almost cried with frustration.
Consistent with the above bar motif, she would travel to a town a
little further down the river with another girlfriend of hers.
Consistent with the bar motif, finding people that want to fuck a
reasonably attractive woman does not take much time. Consistent with
the bar motif, she quickly began to fuck various men. Not
indiscriminately, not like anyone that arrived, but the few men she
was friends with, and there was no shortage of takers. One man from
Ohio was her favorite, she met with him several times. One man was the
bartender that fed her free drinks, and who knew when she had too many
as she would feel her face to see if it was numb near her nose. He
fucked her essentially any evening that she was willing, and that no
one else was availing themselves of the opportunity.
All of these men to this point were white, but she met a police
officer in the bar that was a black man. According to her, they had
gone to his car, eventually he began playing with himself, and she
went down on him. A following day found them in his home, the details
in her words follow below. Nothing stunning. But the effects on her
were certainly incredible. If I even touched her pussy for the next
several weeks, it would go into major contractions, stimulated with
the slightest touch. On another day, after her encounter with the
initial black officer, he mentioned that a friend of his (also black)
wanted to "Watch their encounter". But when they had gone to his
friend's house, his friend basically took his dick out and stood in
front of my wife. She went down on him for a short time, and he rolled
her back onto the bed and fucked her. She seemed to have liked it, but
she was uncomfortable with how things progressed from there. It seems
that after the friend fucked her the officer and his friend went
downstairs and mixed themselves drinks. My wife remained upstairs.
After sometime, she dressed and came down the steps, with the idea of
going home. The friend somewhat aggressively asked here where she
thought she was going, that "they were not done with her yet", and to
"get back upstairs". She ignored him, they didn't push the point, and
she left.
Another time she and I met with a man that was into bondage. We met at
a hotel, he seemed reasonable. He was going to tie her up but part of
the agreement with us meeting with him is that the first several
minutes he would be alone with her. I left the room as he pressed her
against the wall, using some force, though not seeming overly
aggressive. I left the room for about 10 minutes, fearful that I would
return to a locked door, and found her "tied" to the bed. His idea of
"tying" may have been what she needed, as her wrists were tied, but
the other ends were loose, so she technically could still use her
hands. He put on quite a show while fucking her, very dynamic. Overall
it was a positive experience.
Another time we met with a man for bondage and he put a dog collar on
her and walked her around the room, eventually pulling her up by the
leash to his dick, and asked her to suck. She did so and he commented
that she knew what she was doing. After a short while, he took her to
the bed and fucked her. I was turned off by the dog collar thing, and
I sat in the living room without watching most of the action, but
checking in on her to be sure she was ok.
Perhaps by modern standards it is not so many, but she fucked and
sucked more than 32 men, a few of the situations not being very
pleasant, many being solo, some being part of swapping activities. One
included sucking off a bus driver at the end of the route. One
included sucking off a contractor that works in the same facility that
I do (she met him in a bar), so that I share some experience with an
unknown man at work. She was supposed to make a fuck movie for me for
my birthday with a guy that she knew from the bar, but somehow it
didn't work out.
Her Words
1: In General I never know what it is you want me to write, but here
goes. I hope you are not expecting a wild pornographic story because
it was never like that. After both having probably far too much to
drink, you get to the point you will have sex with about anyone or
anything. Clothes come off quickly, and with no or little foreplay,
the actual act of sexual behavior starts. Most of the time it was just
whoever I was with getting oral sex, and then them saying they needed
to get home. I guess that way not much evidence was left on them. The
times I received "favors" were far less, but it was sweaty, fast
intercourse, almost always to the males satisfaction and no further.
Interestingly enough, they also wanted some type of story of other
encounters I had.
Her words
2: Black Officer I don't remember how we got to his apartment, but we
were just sitting and talking when he got real close. I was quite
surprised he did that as we were just friendly up to that point. He
moved in close and took my hand and put it in his lap. He didn't touch
me or anything at that point, but just put his head real close to my
neck. I rubbed his crotch for awhile and he eventually opened his
zipper. I am sure he expected me to do that, but I felt weird. Then I
went down and gave him oral sex as best I could, since I was leaning
over him instead of being in a better position. After I did that for
maybe 5 minutes, he pushed me back on the couch and proceeded to take
my jeans off. Then he pulled me to the end of the couch an he knelt in
front of me and we had intercourse. Sorry there is probably a better
word for it in this context. It all happened so quickly. The most
interesting part of it for me was the fact that it was so out of the
ordinary. The most uncomfortable part, aside that it was Chuck who I
thought was a friend(stupid), was that I always had the feeling
someone was watching from somewhere. Who knows. I guess that is part
of the game.
Her Words
3: I know you want stories with much detail. The really good times I
had are supposition since I was usually a bit drunk and it always went
by too fast. Volunteer Fireman: The couple of times I can remember
being very good were once when Tom from Kennedy didn't think he would
be able to have sex because of new BP meds he was taking. He thought
he would need to put in a movie (porn), but when he came into the
living room he looked at me, said something about my eyes and the rest
was as I remember quick but good sex.
Traveling Salesman (sure, but it's true).
The only other time was once with Don, after we went out to dinner and
went back to his room. As I was getting undressed, he noticed I had
some slinky thing on underneath and said that if he had known I had
that on, we wouldn't even have made it out to dinner. Once again I
remember that to be quite fast. Actually I think you started beeping
me about that point.
Another Don, this one is from Ohio.
Maybe the best time to write about would be the night you claim my
lips were red. That was the night he said he would teach me how men
like oral sex. He had me use my mouth, sort of like you do, up and
down the back of it, but also while doing things under as well. I'm
really not doing this very well. He surprisingly didn't climax for a
long time, and that was why my lips were sore. I can't remember if he
ever did. I tried to use my tongue a lot, licking all around, up and
down. He seemed to be enjoying it, since he didn't have me stop. I
think he told me if a woman does it right, the man will be putty in
her hands.
The Black Police Office, on a night when he and his friend (also
black) fucked my wife, she has this only to say (hopefully the second
part is coming).
I remember even less about the second time with Chuck. I really think
I purposely forgot most of it. Chuck and I had gone up to an
efficiency apartment and were just getting into , as usual, me giving
oral sex. I heard someone in the hall, and got really nervous. He very
quickly got me onto the bed and took off my jeans, proceeding with
intercourse. He was more forceful and it actually was a bit
uncomfortable. I guess he was getting off on someone being there, like
you used too.
All the above are true experiences. If you wish to respond with
questions or your own experiences, please write to zaday@usa.com
Pictures of your wife or girlfriend are MOST welcome.