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Subject: The Unintentional Whore. True Cuckold (and more) (Repost)
Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 11:49:16 -0800
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The unintentional whore.
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. Oh well.
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. Oh well.
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 your own experiences, please write to
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