11 comments/ 46257 views/ 2 favorites Dear Alan By: absoluterotter This is a new story, and a new format and approach for me. A guy, let's call him Andy, contacted me to let me know how much he was enjoying the EMT story. He confessed that he had been married for 30 plus years and had wanted to see his wife used by another man throughout that time, but had been unable to achieve his ambition. He explained that he really identified with Ian in The EMT, and that he loved to read about Suzanne's humiliation and lechery in the story, imagining that it was written about his own wife, let's call her Maureen. Something in his story touched me, and I wrote back explaining that whilst The EMT is fiction, many of the events are based on real incidents, or real fantasies that have been shared between me and my wife. I offered to share some of those real incidents with him if he was interested. He was interested; and so began an exchange of e-mails that started out describing how my wife and I had broken through the barrier that every couple faces the first time they consider bringing a third party into their sex life. The first two such mails from me to Andy are reproduced below; I won't publish his own replies and stories, and they are irrelevant to my story anyway, but you'll get some hints as to his and Maureen's explorations from reading my mails to him. Depending on reaction to this first part, I may continue to describe my experiences to Andy, and may continue to publish them here as open e-mails, maybe with some names changed to protect the innocent (although there haven't been many innocents in our adventures over the years).. You'll have to judge for yourselves how much truth you think there actually is in my later mails to Andy – but for this first instalment, I can tell you that every word is true (except maybe our ages when some of these things happened – I don't want you knowing everything about my personal circumstances). Feel free to give your feedback, but if all you can do is flame, please do it elsewhere, I find it tiresome. I hope you enjoy * Hi again Andy, It sounds like you and your wife (Maureen?) are in a similar age group to us, and have been together for a similar period of time. Certainly, your feelings and fantasies appear to be similar to mine, and were initially inspired in a similar way to my own (Forum was a great source of ideas and fantasies in the days before the Internet). I married Martini in xxxx when we were both extremely young (19, 18). We each came from relatively poor families (we would have called it working class in those days), and to be honest, we had little in common other than mutual attraction, youth and raging hormones. Most of our families advised against the marriage, and didn't expect it to last, but here we are xx years later as happy as we've ever been, and having grown into a very close unit with everything in common, totally dependent on each other and devoted to each other, and we will remain together, I am 100% confident, until one of us pops our clogs and shuffles off this mortal coil. I was always proud of the way Martini looked (and I still am - I've enclosed a photograph taken last year as an example). I always liked it when other guys checked her out. I read letters in Forum and fantasised about our having similar adventures, and was excited by the idea. We were lucky enough to have a relationship that allowed me to discuss these fantasies with Martini, but they remained fantasies. Both of us had been conditioned into 'normal' married life, where the guys were supposed to get jealous, and women were supposed to be monogamous. Although we shared the fantasy, and excited each other with it, nothing happened to make it a reality until much later. Oh, we played a little with exhibitionism - I loved for Martini to dress sexy and take her out, hoping that other guys would check her out. But we never made the leap to actually encouraging anything to really happen that would lead to adultery or more. We'd go into town and get Martini trying on clothes in a fashion store or boutique preferably, where changing rooms had curtains instead of doors, and she'd leave a little gap for me and others to glimpse her through. That sort of game. Until we were about 30, one of the most exciting things that had happened to us was when we went to a party at a friend's place. Martini wore a long white hippy type dress which was low cut at the bust, but which reached to her ankles. Underneath, she wore nothing except a g-string - very adventurous in those days, and in those days it was common for girls not to wear a bra. Martini's dress attracted a lot of attention, she really was showing a lot of cleavage, and a number of guys had danced with her. Quite late on we had been taking a rest, sitting on the floor of one room with our backs against a wall, and our knees drawn up, and one of our closest friends, Steve, was sitting close to us, opposite us really. As Martini and I got up to dance again, he leaned over and said something to Martini that I didn't hear, but she repeated it to me whilst we were dancing. He had said "You are quite hairy aren't you!" In all innocence, Martini had been sitting in a position where he could look up her dress and see her pussy lips parted by her g-string. The realisation, as we danced, that he'd done this, and further, that he'd let Martini know what he'd done, excited us both enormously, and I really wanted things to go further. When we finished dancing, I steered Martini back to the same spot and we sat back in the same position, allowing Steve, who by now had been joined by another mutual friend called Rip, to repeat the experience, and see Martini's pussy, this time with them knowing that she knew they were looking (they didn't know that I knew). It was obvious to both Martini and I that Steve had told Rip about what he had seen, and they both took full advantage of our return to the same position – Steve and Rip almost lying on the floor across from us so that they could see right up Martini's dress. They even shared some comments between them that they thought would go over my head, but which I was able to understand because I knew what they were doing, and wanted them to do more of it. Martini was secretly loving the thought of being exposed to them, and would lean over to whisper something in my ear, the movement causing her legs to part, giving them an even better look at her sex. What she was telling me as she whispered was how wet she was getting being ogled by these two friends. I really wanted one of them to ask her to dance, so that she would be close to them, and they could make more suggestive comments to her, maybe even try to touch her up, just to see how far she would go with this. However, nothing else happened, probably because we were all too scared by the situation to take it any further, but Martini and I fucked like rabbits when we got home, and the remembrance of what had happened fuelled many a further sexy session between us. It also gave a charged atmosphere whenever we met either Steve or Rip again, but for one reason or another, nothing developed, and we eventually lost contact. So you can see, we were very nervous and unsure about our own feelings. Things were complicated also by Martini's jealousy, and her concerns that the fact that I fantasised about her with other men might mean that I didn't love her as much as I professed, or that I was trying a back door to get her agreement to my sleeping with other women (what's good for the goose type of argument). On my part, I had no such intentions, but I wasn't supposed to be feeling like this according to the macho conditioning that I'd been subjected to all of my life, so there were lots of barriers to taking things any further. Then things changed. I became much more reconciled to my own feelings, and started listening to my inner self and giving myself a lot more credit than I had hitherto. I guess I grew up. I kind of consciously and intellectually decided that my feelings were at least as valid as the conditioning I'd suffered, and started to convince myself that I was right, and the rest of the world wrong. Of course, the fact that I was a rampaging young buck with an incredible and permanent sexual libido, and was constantly fuelling that libido with my favourite fantasy, was maybe influencing how I felt about my intellectual versus conditioned instincts. About the same time, Martini was taking swimming lessons from a guy that was obviously attracted to her (he used to spend ages having her practice her leg kicking action whilst out of the pool, lying on the poolside, which coincidentally allowed him to eye her up as she opened and closed her legs in a little swim suit). Martini used to tell me about his obvious manipulation of her when she came home from a lesson, and we would both embellish the event with our favourite mutual fantasy theme. It got to the point that I would be excited whenever she was having a lesson with him, and we'd both rush home to discuss the latest lesson and screw each other whilst discussing whatever had happened. We both knew it was inevitable that he would one day make a proper hit on her; attempt to ask her out or something, and we fantasised about how she should react when he did. I encouraged her to accept any invitation, and spent a lot of time constantly telling her I loved her, and that I was proud of her, etc, to allay her fears about my 'perverted' fantasy masking a lack of care for her, or other, even less palatable objectives. Eventually the inevitable happened, and he asked her if she would meet him one evening. She accepted, and came home to tell me about the development, and we were each as excited as we had ever been before, and screwed each other for ages. Martini has always been multi-orgasmic, but I was typically a one-shot, fire-it-and-forget-it type of guy. This night, I think I came about 4 times in succession, and I guess that this, more than anything else, convinced Martini that I really did get excited about the thought of her with someone else, rather than that I was scheming to get a bit of tail with another woman. That was the start of our adventures, which have developed significantly since then. If you are interested, I'll tell you what happened next. In fact, I've enjoyed writing this so much that I might develop this as a story (true story) for literotica.com. Let me know what you think of the idea, and the story so far. Kind regards, Rotter Hi Andy, Thanks for the three stories, which were hot! What a shame that things didn't work out quite as well as you had hoped, although it sounds from your description that Maureen was ready and able to make the final 'jump' and make you the cuckold that you want so much to be. Your description of her intimacy with Geoff indicates to me that she was definitely ripe for the plucking, if only circumstances hadn't intervened. If Len hadn't called them back (probably a bit of jealousy on his part) and you hadn't behaved inappropriately afterwards, who knows what might have happened? Is Geoff still around? If so, can you engineer a situation where he and Maureen are together? The advantage of Geoff, assuming his continuing presence in your circle of friends, is that you already know from Maureen's previous behaviour that she has an affection or attraction for him, and he for her, which would be a much easier starting point than engineering a situation with a complete stranger; particularly if you can take his wife out of the picture. She sounds like she isn't very active, and she may even not be providing Geoff with the kind of conjugal action we men need. If that is the case, there is also an opportunity to use that to gently pressure Maureen into a surrogate role, providing Geoff the comforts that he isn't getting at home. Obviously, I don't know – Geoff may have disappeared years ago. However, even if he has, think of the sexual potential that would be there if you could track him down and re-introduce him to Maureen in the absence of his wife, Len or any other old friends who may inhibit Maureen. You may even want to say to him "I believe there is unfinished business between you and Maureen, and I'd like to help you try again to make it with my wife". Of course, the two of you would need to conspire without Maureen's knowledge. If you could have that kind of conversation with Geoff think how successful the following line might be with Maureen. "Guess who I heard from today? Geoff contacted me; he's going to be in town next week and wondered if we wanted to meet up after all these years. What do you think?" Anyway, good luck mate, I hope that after all these years, you can achieve your ambition – do it once, and you'll probably find that Maureen will get a new lease of life, especially if your reaction afterwards is loving pride rather than jealous recrimination. I promised you that I'd tell you more of the story about our first time with planned and agreed adultery and cuckoldry. Here's what happened with Martini's swimming instructor. What I didn't tell you before was that there was a loose professional connection between Scottie (Martini's swimming instructor) and myself. We were both in the forces at the time, of similar rank, and based at the same location. As such, he was aware of my work patterns, and more importantly, aware of my duties. There were times when I was on-call, and therefore away from home for much of the evening / night, and he would have been aware of the dates when these duties fell for me. When he eventually picked up the courage to make a hit upon Martini, he asked her what happened when I was the duty officer, and whether that meant she was available to go out with him. She admitted that when on duty, I was away from home for most of the night, and that my next duty was the following Thursday. We lived at the time in a small town, and Martini pretended that she was nervous about them going out together where they may be seen by mutual acquaintances. Obviously, Martini need have no concerns about word getting back to me, because I was encouraging her to meet with Scottie, but Scottie didn't and couldn't know that. After some discussion, they agreed between themselves that Scottie would call at our house on the Thursday evening, and that they would have a drink and see what happened whilst I was on duty at the base. It was after agreeing this that Martini came home and reported the conversation to me that we both got extremely excited, and fucked like rabbits for several hours, talking about what might happen, describing what we hoped might happen, and re-assuring each other that this was an adventure game we were playing, and didn't mean that we didn't love each other just as much as before. Martini was typically female about the whole thing – "Oh, nothing may happen. He may not fancy me. It could all be a damp squib. Don't get your hopes up too high, he may not show up." – comments like that. All the time, I'm thinking "Are you mad? He's a guy! He has already ogled you, asked you out, arranged to come to our house when I'm away, and you've as good as agreed that he can fuck you. Why would nothing happen after the way this scene has been set up?" Of course, I didn't say any of this; afraid to do anything that might make Martini change her mind. The days until my duty were agony, and ecstasy. I was in a constant state of excitement, imagining my wife of 10 years, still a very attractive and young looking 28-year-old MILF (of course, we had never heard that term then), meeting this guy and letting him have her as he pleased. I was careful to constantly reassure Martini of her attractiveness and irresistibility, as well as of my growing love for her and pride in her appearance. Martini fluctuated between confidence and pride that he wanted her, and concern about what the event would mean for our relationship. I was on tenterhooks all the time – would it happen or not? Eventually, Thursday rolled around, and I came home early from work to prepare for my evening duty. Martini also came home early to get herself prepared for what was intended to be her first extramarital affair with my full knowledge and consent. Whilst she had a bath, I laid out the clothes I wanted her to wear to receive her intended lover. I chose a filmy cocktail dress that she always wore a slip with because it was a little transparent. It had a spaghetti strap top, which would mean she couldn't wear a bra with it. To wear beneath, I chose tan stockings and suspender belt, and a sexy pair of panties that tied at the side, and were almost totally see-through. I didn't lay out the customary slip that she also wore with the dress. After Martini's bath, she prepared her hair and make-up, and nervously dressed for me so that I could see how she would look when she opened our door to Scottie later that evening. It would still be a couple of hours before he arrived, and I had about 40 minutes before I had to leave to start my duty. We were both almost breathless with excitement as we moved towards the culmination of our plans for her adultery. We talked through final arrangements. As my duty was something of a fluid affair, allowing me to come home when things on the base were quiet, but at no particular fixed time, we needed a signal that all was clear so that I didn't arrive home unexpectedly, and catch Scottie still in my place in the arms of my wife. We agreed that if the porch light was switched ON, that would mean it was safe for me to come home, but that the porch light would be switched OFF whilst Scottie was in residence, so-to-speak. We went over this little plan several times, because Martini was by now so woolly headed with excitement, that I was unsure whether she had really grasped and understood it. Before I left, I asked Martini to stand in front of the fire. When she did, her entire body was back-lit and silhouetted by the subtle light from the fire. She looked stunning, and incredibly sexy. As she was still professing that even if Scottie showed up, nothing may happen, I told her that if he didn't make a move on her all she had to do was stand in front of the fire like that and he was sure to pounce on her and forcefully take her. It was weird giving my wife tips on how to excite and seduce another guy, but soooooo exciting. Eventually, I had to leave, and kissed and fondled Martini before dragging myself reluctantly away – she looked, smelled and felt great, and it was all I could do to stop myself fucking her there and then, which would have made me late, and would have ruined all of our preparations. I waved goodbye to her as I slid into the car and drove away to the longest and most frustrating 5 hours of my life. I couldn't concentrate on anything at the base, and got through my duty on automatic, wishing the hours away until I could get home and find out what had happened. At the same time I was imagining what might be happening at home, wondering if Scottie had turned up, and if Martini's fears about him not wanting her had any foundation, knowing that they had none. My heart was in my mouth throughout, my cock hard with excitement, and it was all I could do to prevent myself from relieving the growing pressure for release in my balls. I distinctly remember how my mouth would fill with saliva when I thought of what might be happening, and I was close to vomiting with excitement at several points during the evening. At no time did I feel jealousy, just raw lustful excitement. I found out from Martini later that she was in a similar restless and excited state as she waited to see whether Scottie would appear at the appointed hour. Finally, I was clear of my duty requirements, and I could go home. It was with bated breath that I turned the corner into our street and looked for the lit porch light that would signal it was safe for me to enter the house. When I looked, the light was on, and my heart missed a beat as I pulled the car onto the driveway, and rushed to the front door. Dear Alan Ch. 02 Hello again Andy, Thanks for your mail, and I'm glad that you are enjoying hearing about how Martini and I got started with bringing other men into our life together, satisfying my desire to know she was having sex with other men, and eventually leading to me seeing her with other men, and much much more. I really appreciate your feedback on how our story is being written, and of course, I'll try to include as much as I am able about not just what I was thinking and feeling as these adventures progressed, but also what Martini was thinking and feeling. I can appreciate how that could be exciting for you, and actually, I'm finding it quite exciting thinking about these old episodes and writing them down. I have also done as I proposed in my earlier mails, and I've gone ahead and published the first two e-mails, slightly edited, on literotica.com. They haven't been cleared for publication just yet, being in a pending state, but it will be interesting to see how others react to them when they eventually become available. Don't worry, I have removed anything that could directly identify you, and changed the names to protect the innocent, as promised. When I left off in my last mail, I had just finished cumming in my wife Martini's well used pussy for the first time, and had collapsed on top of her on the floor of the living room in our house, where only a few minutes earlier, she had said goodbye to her new lover. In the immediate aftermath of my orgasm, we both lay together, speechless, and recognising that we still loved each other. Martini was naked but for her stockings and suspender belt, which I subsequently found out, had never been removed through the marathon session that she had eventually had with Scottie. I was naked, and despite my having climaxed just a few seconds earlier, I was surprised to realise that I was still rock hard from the intense excitement. Oh, those were the days – lol. Despite being rock hard and comfortable inside Martini, I wanted to hear more about what had transpired, so rolled off of her accommodating body and we lay spooned together by the fire. As I reached around her to snuggle into her, my erection pressing into her back, I quietly asked her to go on with her story, which she did, in great detail. She reminded me that Scottie had told her to remove his trousers as he pulled off his own shirt, and that she had dropped to her knees to comply. At this point, she giggled a bit and said that she thought he had really enjoyed telling her what to do, and that he certainly did a lot more of that as the night progressed. I felt a surge of additional excitement run through me, finishing with a twitch of my cock, as I wondered what other orders this guy had given to my wife. Martini felt my cock stir, and looked back over her shoulder at me, and asked if this was really turning me on. I replied by pushing my still hard cock against her and squeezing her breasts, urging her to continue. She then described to me how she felt as she undid his belt and pulled down his trousers. She could see the large bulge in his shorts as he stepped out of his trousers, and she couldn't resist reaching up with one hand to feel his growing hardness for the first time. He let her play with him for a few seconds, whilst she was thinking, "Oh my God, I'm about to let this guy have me!" Martini told me that she was very wet with her own excitement, and was getting a real buzz from the submissive posture she was in, nearly naked on her knees at his feet as he stood before her. She also said that knowing that I was on duty thinking about what she would be doing was also adding to the incredible turn-on she was getting from this new and strange situation. She desperately wanted to please Scottie in order to please me, was how she put it. After a few seconds, Scottie simply peeled off his own shorts, stepped out of them, and stood naked and erect in front of her eyes. I couldn't resist asking her how big he was, and her one word answer was "Big!" I distinctly remember feeling pleased, not at all threatened – even though from her reaction, he was obviously bigger than me. Now she was able to reach up and wrap her hand around his cock, as she knelt before him. She told me that she would have taken him in her mouth there and then, but that he was too impatient. He pushed her back until she was lying on the floor in front of him, as he towered above her, taking in her naked body with his eyes, drinking in every detail of her. Eventually he told her to open her legs, and after a slight pause, she did as he ordered. Martini told me, as I cuddled into her, that she couldn't help but compare her position then with the position he had made her take on the pool side to practice her leg kicks. This time, though, there was no cover or privacy for her from a swimsuit, and he was able to see every part of her, including her very wet and open pussy. As she told me about how he knelt between her legs, and then reached under each knee with his hands, pulling her knees upwards, and spreading her legs further apart, I reached down and positioned my own cock until it lay against her sticky wet pussy lips. As she described how he had entered her from the front, I slipped my length into her from the rear, and she moaned, and stopped her tale for a minute whilst she adjusted her position to allow me to slide deeply into her. Once again, I started to slide in and out of my wife's body, whilst she picked up the story. Scottie had slid easily into her, she said, despite his size and girth; she was so ready to accept him. He had lifted her bum from the carpet to rest on his own thighs as he knelt in front of her, sliding his big cock in and out of her willing pussy. As he had entered her, she told men that for a moment she could think of nothing but the physical pleasure she was experiencing from his penetration of her, but she quickly started to remind herself that she was committing adultery, offering herself to this other man, offering what until then had been reserved for me. Martini squeezed her legs together and tightened her grip on me as she told me how that thought had caused a mini-orgasm to ripple through her, soon to be replaced by a full climax as he continued to stroke his full length into and out of her. By now, I was approaching my second orgasm, and I could feel, and hear Martini starting to build up to her own passionate release. Her words were coming in short bursts, interspersed with moans and groans, as she remembered her earlier infidelity, and the eroticism of taking this stranger with her husband's full consent and approval. We continued to hump into each other in animal lust, our heads full of the various images that we were picturing in response to this incredibly exciting adventure. The story dried up as we passed the point of no return. Now we were just two old and familiar lovers, working to please and satisfy each other, caught up in the intense physical stimulation that each of us provided to the other. A few more seconds of frantic humping brought me to the point of my second climax in a few minutes, and I desperately tried to hang on, taking Martini with me, pushing harder and harder into her, deeper and deeper as I held back my own orgasm. Finally, the damn burst again, and I spewed my cream into her just as she pushed back against me, and shuddered and groaned in her own intense climax. Her ass jerked as I spasmed inside of her, and we pushed against each other as our orgasms faded. Once again, we spooned together, still tied together by my now softening cock remaining inside her swollen and twitching pussy. This time it took a good five minutes before I felt able to slip from her comforting folds, and hug her tightly to me, feeling more love for her than I had ever felt before. Eventually, we resumed the story. She told me how, after she and Scottie had fucked for the first time, on the floor where we now lay, how he had pulled out of her after climaxing inside her, as I had just done, and how he had straddled her chest, his own softening cock near her chin, and had ordered her to clean him up with her mouth and tongue. She told me how depraved she felt, and yet how keen she was, to follow his orders, and first lick and then mouth his cock, wet with their juices, taking his reduced length into her eager mouth for the first time. I couldn't resist turning her head towards me, and kissing again the lips that had been wrapped around his cock, licking at the chin that had been damp and sticky with their mixed juices a couple of hours before. When we finished kissing, she told me that as she mouthed him, she already felt him begin to grow again in her mouth, whilst his spunk was already dribbling from her used cunt, to dampen her thighs and soak into the tops of her stockings. When he was fully hard again, he had risen from her and sat on our sofa, and pulled her head to his groin in order that she could suck him, and lick him some more. As she did this, she said to me, he began to talk to her, telling her what a good little wife she was, what a good little slut she had been, and how he was going to enjoy using her again and again. Martini explained how this made her feel. We had never played domination / submission games between us, always respecting each other, always equal partners in sex as in everything else. She said that she now found it very exciting, almost intoxicating, to submit to his crude and offensive behaviour. His treating her as an object added to her excitement; at times she wanted to rebel, but stopped herself, wanting this man to know her for what she was; a slut and a whore, an unfaithful, cheating wife. She became obsessed with being everything he wanted her to be as he pulled her hair and spoke crudely to her as she lavished attention on his cock and balls. He started to ask her questions. "You love it don't you? You want more of my cock don't you?" as she continued to pay homage to him. He would pull her head, by the hair, away from his cock, and she told me how she pushed back, despite her hair being nearly torn out by the roots, to taste him again. My wife told me that it was as if a spell had been cast upon her, as if she had become nothing more than a sex-crazed nymphomaniac, who wanted nothing more than to be used and abused by this man who had no rights over her. As she told me all of this, once again, I felt my own stirrings begin, as I responded to this most erotic of all my fantasies unfolding. She told me of the satisfaction she had felt when her ministrations finally got to him, and he started to respond to her oral skills. I listened with mounting excitement as she described how he had started to thrust into her mouth, and into her throat as he started to lose control. She recounted how she felt a power exchange as he started to stop being in control and started to need her to finish the job she had started. I knew Martini to be an excellent cocksucker, and now this man was enjoying her skill as I had so often done in the past. By now I wanted Martini to take me in her mouth as she had done Scottie, but I also wanted her to continue to tell her story, so I resisted the temptation, and listened to her as my excitement returned. Eventually, she told me, he lost the battle, and presented her with his own tribute, shooting his second load into her mouth and over her face; groaning with the intensity of his orgasm. Martini explained to me how proud she felt when he did so, how she enjoyed him wiping his still pulsing cock across her face, receiving his later spurts as a badge of honour. He would rub his cock into the spunk on her face, and then feed it to her again to enjoy the taste, and to watch her greedily lick up his deposit. Finally, he made her lick him clean again, all over his softening dick and around his balls. As he rested after his exertion, she was able to slip away from him to clean up somewhat, both her mouth and face and her dripping pussy. When she returned to him, lying naked on our couch, she brought him a beer from the fridge, and presented it to him. They had chatted as he recovered, Martini sitting on the floor at his feet. She explained to me how he had felt guilty at drinking my beer. We both thought it incongruous that he should feel no guilt at using my wife as his toy and plaything, but some masculine code of honour made drinking my beer a step too far. By now I was hard again, and Martini turned to caress me, and ask if I wanted to hear more. I nodded "yes" as she gently stroked my cock. Whilst she was sitting at his feet, as he drank my precious beer, he asked her to sit opposite him, her back against the chair opposite; he wanted to look at her. Martini complied, and found herself once again sitting on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest, as another man stared intently at her pussy. She told me that it made her remember the time we had let Steve and Rip see her at our friend's party all those years ago. She explained how conscious she was of his intense gaze and attention, and how she at first felt awkward sitting there being examined by him. Later, as he asked her to open her legs for him, and asked her to reach down and part her lips for him, she again found herself wanting to be ordered by him to do things to please him, and as she obeyed his increasingly lewd instructions, she found herself again getting excited by her own submission to him. By now Martini was stroking me, and I allowed her to take a break from telling her story to slide down and take me into her mouth. The touch of her hand had been light and delicate against the skin of my cock, sensitive from the two orgasms I had already achieved and from the attention I had paid it earlier whilst on duty; but the warm wetness of her mouth as it engulfed my head was like being bathed in ointment, relieving the sensitivity I had been feeling. I let her slide her head over me until her chin was against my balls, and I was fully embedded in her mouth. Now it was my turn to talk to her as she sucked me. "So you liked being made to display yourself to Scottie did you?" Her head nodded in answer, and her eyes opened to look up at my face, without ever letting my cock slide from her hungry mouth. "You liked him being able to tell you what to do?" She nodded again. As she continued to gently wash over my cock, I continued to talk to her, exciting both her and myself by repeating the words she had told to me. "You are a slut, my slut, my slut wife" I told her, and she agreed. "You have more to tell me?" I asked, and she nodded vigorously, my cock in her mouth, as if to say that there was still lots more to relate, and I felt another surge of excitement as I imagined what else might have happened between them. Although I was hard again, having cum twice, I was in n o hurry for a third, and wanted to relish the rest of the story. I pulled her head away from me, and she reluctantly let my cock slip from her mouth. "Sit by the chair" I ordered. "Show me how you sat for Scottie, and then go on with your story." She scuttled over to the chair opposite where I was sitting, and drew her knees up to her chest. Her pussy was red and swollen, ands starting to leak jism as I looked at it; I couldn't tell whether it was all mine, or also contained some of Scottie's own contribution. There was a towel on the arm of the sofa, obviously Martini had brought it through at some point in the evening, and I threw it across at her and told her to sit on it to protect the carpet from the copious secretions that were now leaking from her. My wife adjusted herself on the towel, knees drawn up, but together, and told me that this was how she had sat for Scottie initially. I could see her naked pussy lips between her thighs, and imagined Scottie seeing the same intimate view of my darling wife. I couldn't resist reaching down and sliding my hand gently over my hard, sore prick. Martini then explained how Scottie had told her to open her legs. She told me the exact form of words he had used. "Spread your knees slut, let me see your whorish cunt properly!" As she told me how he had ordered her to expose herself, she slowly parted her knees, and let them fall sideways, until she sat on the floor, her feet together, but with her knees spread out, exposing her pussy completely, and mimicking the view he had had of her. Martini went on to tell me how he had told her to reach down and spread her lips apart so that he could see properly into her, and she said that she had kept her eyes locked on his as she did as he ordered, repeating the action for my benefit, right down to locking her eyes with mine as she reached between her legs with her right hand, slipping two fingers over her wet sex, and using them to spread apart her prominent outer lips. As they spread for me, a large gob of spunk and cunt juice dripped from her heavily used cunt onto the towel beneath her. Scottie had sat and watched her for ages, she said, talking to her about her own pussy, telling her how prominent her lips were, how hard her clit looked. She told me that sitting exposed like that, being talked about and to in that way was one of the most exciting things that she had ever experienced. Occasionally, Scottie would tell her to rub herself, and she would take great pleasure in providing herself some relief from her excitement by doing as he asked, becoming desperate for more physical contact as her excitement mounted. By now, Scottie was more confident of his power over her, and of her willing submission to him. She told me that he started to tell her that he would make her sit like that in front of his friends, so that they too could see what a slut she was. As she told me this, I very nearly jacked myself to another climax, but managed to hold back by squeezing myself hard, and then removing my hand from my organ. By now, she said, Scottie had had his fill of looking at her, and he ordered her to play with herself; to make herself cum. He told her that he would count to twenty slowly, and that if she hadn't cum by the time he reached 20, he would dress and leave, and she wouldn't see him again. He told her that this was her chance to demonstrate to him how much she wanted him to come and use her again. I looked across at my young wife, exposed and slickly wet with our juices, and asked her if she wanted him to see her again; I asked her if she had become this man's slut. She answered me by saying that she had made herself climax by the time he counted to twelve, and she had enjoyed him watching her demonstrate her eagerness to be used by him again, cumming, she said, noisily and powerfully as he watched her debase and abuse herself at his command, a wicked smile playing on his face as he counted slowly whilst she frigged herself. We looked at each other with absolute lust in our eyes, each knowing that tonight had just been the first of such occasions; each aware that we were already addicted to this wanton and unconventional marriage and behaviour. I was already addicted to my enjoyment of my own cuckoldry, to allowing my darling and precious wife to have other men. She was already addicted to her enjoyment of her newly discovered submissive side, to allowing herself to be used and abused by other men who had no real claim on her. We each moved toward the other and came together again on the floor, and for the third time, I entered her and we fucked. We fucked noisily, violently, passionately, as we thought about the huge step forward we had made tonight. Our lives would never be the same again, we both knew. Now there was something that we shared, something more than other couples shared. Time would show that our mutual compact would only enhance our relationship, make us closer, and make us stronger, as we played our respective roles of slut wife and willing cuckold. Dear Alan Ch. 02 After that third frenetic coming together on that first night of our new relationship, where we lustily used each other without further discussion of the evening's events, but by no means silent in our passion, we retired to the bedroom, where we talked more, and made love twice more during that long night. The final couplings were more loving, less lustful, but still heightened by further discussion of Scottie's visit, and discussion about future visits to come. Andy, this has been another long and detailed account of our first experience in the lifestyle that we have now enjoyed for many years. I have many other tales to tell you – of how Scottie continued to use Martini, eventually sharing her with a friend or two, of how I finally came to let him know of the affair, and how it then proceeded, of how Scottie eventually moved away, and the search for his successors. If you want to hear more, then let me know and I'll write more. I'll also continue to publish these accounts on literotica.com. Regards Rotter Dear Alan That was nearly a disaster. Martini had totally fucked it up, and had forgotten all about the signal in her excitement, and had never switched the light off when Scottie had arrived. I found out later that I missed him by about two minutes, Scottie deciding to leave by the back door to avoid alerting the neighbours. If I had been a few minutes earlier, I would have crashed into Scottie, with potentially disastrous consequences. In the climate of the day, it was important to the whole adventure that neither Scottie nor anyone else was aware of my knowledge and complicity in the affair. However, disaster was avoided, and he had left totally unaware of my almost simultaneous arrival at the front door. When I entered the living room, Martini was standing by the fire, in her cocktail dress, almost as I had left her, although her hair and make-up had clearly been disturbed. It only took one look to pass between us, and I knew that she and Scottie had fucked during my absence. The room smelled of sex, and she looked at me sheepishly, but coquettishly, like the cat that got the cream, and was now frightened of the reaction. I rushed over to her and took her in my arms, and for the first time kissed my adulterous wife firmly on the lips. When we broke apart, I was rock hard and almost speechless with excitement, but managed to get out the question, "Well, what happened". Martini smiled at me, and replied, "What didn't happen would be a better question". That was the start of a sexual marathon between us, my first of the night, and Martini's second. I ran my hands over her body as she started to tell me her tale, feeling her firm flesh beneath her filmy dress, and imagining Scottie doing the same. She told me how he had arrived, and she had poured him a beer, before sitting next to him on the sofa. They had talked for a few minutes, during which time Scottie had determined what time I was expected home. It didn't take long before he made his move. He reached over and pulled Martini's face towards his and they kissed. Confident of his position, and of her willingness and unspoken submission to him, he had let his hand slide down across her shoulder, and was cupping her breast before they had finished the first kiss. As Martini recounted to me how they had fallen into each other's arms, and how he had explored her body with his hands, I was already stepping out of my trousers, and interrupting her with my own kisses and exploration of her unfaithful body. She explained how Scottie had taken charge of her and told her to stand as he stepped behind her to undo the zip at the back of her dress, and of how she had allowed him to pull the spaghetti straps over her shoulders, letting her dress fall to the floor. He had then reached around her to caress both her now naked breasts with his two hands, as he buried his face in her blond hair and nuzzled into her neck, sending shivers down her spine. As she described how his hands had then swept down across her flat stomach, and to her hips, I was already naked and starting to remove her dress myself, the second time she had allowed a man to undress her in a few hours I remember thinking at the time. Scottie had discovered the ties at the side of her panties, and had silently pulled loose the bows that held them together, before sliding the material away from between her legs, leaving her standing in just her shoes, stockings and suspenders, before he stepped back and admired her nakedness for the first time. As I let her dress fall to the floor, there were no panties to contend with, and in answer to my questioning look, Martini explained that Scottie had been so taken with her panties, she had let him take them with him as a souvenir. As Martini stood naked before me, as she had earlier stood and allowed Scottie's visual examination of her, the smell of sex was overpowering, and I could see stains and dampness on her stocking tops, and the sticky residue of their adventure at the tops of her thighs. I pulled her down to the floor, eager to be inside her, this first time I was far too over-excited to even consider exploring the evidence of her infidelity – a habit that I would later discover and enjoy to the full. For the first time I slipped my rock hard cock into my wife's wet, recently used, swollen pussy, and felt it engulf me in its sticky wetness. As I started to hump into her, after hours and days of sexual tension and excitement, she continued to tell me about the events a few hours earlier. Scottie too had been impatient to be inside her, and had wasted little time in discovering how wet she was in anticipation of him, sliding his fingers down to her pussy, and telling her to part her legs so that he could properly explore her wanton wetness. As she told me how he had instructed her to part her legs, as my mind came to terms with another man being in a position to order my wife to expose herself for him, I was already well past the point of no return on my way to my first orgasm of the night. Between her grunts and moans as I humped her aggressively on the hard floor, she told me how he had turned her to face him, and started to undo his shirt, whilst telling her to remove his trousers. It was when she described how she had sunk, naked to her knees in front of him, that I could hold back no longer, and thrust deeply into her used pussy, shooting my load forcefully into her, to join whatever residue he had left in her earlier. My eyes closed, and I shook with the intensity of that first release, and I collapsed on top of my newly adulterous wife, totally spent, and ashamed of my inability to hold off my own release for more than a few seconds. I needn't have worried. That was just the start Andy. If you are interested, I'll tell you more about what Martini told me that night. About how Scottie really got off on telling her what to do, and when to do it. Of her responses to that, and how her recounting her tale to me of her first time with Scottie led to me breaking my own recently set world record of climaxes in a single night, and how we then took the relationship with Scottie, and his successors even further. The more of this I write, the more I think I should publish these e-mails, after making you and Maureen anonymous of course. Let me know what you think about the story so far and the idea of publishing it somewhere for others to read. Regards, Rotter Dear Alex Dear Alex, It’s been nearly 5 1/2 years since we parted under strenuous circumstances and when I sit down long enough and let myself remember the time we shared together, it still seems like yesterday because the pain is still so very real and honestly, so very raw. You’re probably wondering what brought this about after all this time … the real reason behind my letter. You always were cautious when it came to what I was thinking behind everything that I ever did. I doubt very seriously you have changed in that aspect, even in the years that have passed. Some things never change and that, in its way, is soothing to know. Honestly, I’m not sure I have the answer to that. I came across an old story that I had written long ago before our chance encounter and it brought it all back … as vividly as if I had picked up an old photo album and flipped through our memories captured on its pages. And then I found myself watching old videos of you singing. The sound of your laughter … the way your nose scrunches up when you are being silly … the movement of your body when you know you are being watched … it all came back like a tidal wave of emotions. I found myself going through our memories, frame by frame, as I played them back through my mind. I kept everything we ever said to one another that was captured in written word and again I was reminded of the passion we shared. I can still feel it … the raw power of our attraction and the soft web of love as it was weaved between us in intricate patterns that were growing stronger day by day. I remember there was a time when I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to look back on our time together and be able to smile. I always thought it would bring tears to my eyes because I was so devastated when you wouldn’t forgive me. Even now, writing this years later, I can feel the empty hole that still sits in my belly that will forever be a reminder of the pain that I caused you. I’ve come to terms with it being my token of what I alone killed. But here I am, looking back and honestly, I’m okay. It would be a lie if I said that I didn’t miss you … that I still didn’t want a second chance but at least I have accepted your decision, one you have held fast to for many years now. I try not to keep up with you as much. I don’t mean that in a cruel or hurtful way but I’m just being honest when I say that the less I know what you are doing and with who, the better off I am. I could still easily get lost in you. Of course, Mmaakk still keeps me updated even when I don’t really want to hear it. I think she knows that despite everything, even all the time that has passed, that you will always be my one true love. She knows me better than anyone, even myself at times. I know she means well and I love her to death. Besides, if I’m honest, I have to admit that hearing about you occasionally brings a smile to my lips as I remember how much I still love you. A part of me wants to start rambling about mundane, every day stuff … asking how you are doing, how you’ve been, what’s going on new … things that only strangers do. After all this time, there is an aspect that feels that way … as though we are strangers that really don’t know everything that we should have taken time the first time to learn. In retrospect, that is what we should have done … gotten to really know one another. But the other part of me wants to beg you to take me in your arms and love me as only you can do. I still ache to show you what you do to me … how you make me feel. I want to show you just how deep my regret intermingles with my unmistakable desire for you. But I know that I can’t go there alone. At this point, it would take you initiating anything for me to even go there. I know that I would tiptoe as if walking on eggshells around you if you were to return. At least, for a while. Before I let my emotions run away with me and succumb to the tears that threaten my eyes even as I stare at this computer screen, I just want to say that I was thinking about you. Nothing more … nothing less. I’m not expecting a reply to this letter … I’m not hoping for a second chance. I just wanted you to know that you are still thought about. I hope you are doing well. I do. I hope that life is giving to you all that you deserve. I hope that you find love that will fuel the man in you that I see emerging more and more with every passing year as I watch from afar. Take care, Alex. Dear Alexis A letter to my 23 year old virgin girlfriend, I keep trying to tempt her. Dear Alexis We have an opportunity to spend some time alone together. My daughter has gone back to school and my wife is spending a few days with her sister in Denver. I have been left to my own devices. For various reasons, your family is also off in different directions. We have been separated by coincidence on too many occasions this week, so close, but never actually meeting, never actually having a private moment. That has built up a level of frustration that has fueled our emotional and sexual desires. We have built up the expectation of meeting that has been dashed at the very last minute, over and over again. Patience has been tried. Nerves are raw with anticipation I must have you in my arms again. I must be able to talk to you face to face, without the company of others. Tonight we are free. You will come to my house where I will do my best to seduce you. You know this; you expect this; you want this. I want you as I have never wanted anyone before. I want you, not just sexually, but as a woman to be near, to talk to, to share things together. You come dressed in a little black dress, a string of pearls and little else. You look divine as you enter, your eyes brightly shining. Your smile broad, happy and a touch mischievous After a moment, we fall together into each other's arms. Our lips meet, hungry for each other, wanting to taste each other. Your breasts are hard against my chest, my cock is hard against you. At last, you are in my arms. It feels so good to hold you close to me. I kiss your eyelids and gently lick them with my tongue. With that, I take the blindfold from my pocket and place it over your eyes. You are delighted with this unexpected turn of events. You have this wonderful streak of playful innocent sexuality. Your approach to sex and pleasure is open and natural. When I ask you what you like, you always say, straightforwardly, "Everything". I want to please you; I want to make you feel the intense pleasure that your body can deliver to you. It has always confused, but delighted, me that you are a virgin. I could not understand how someone with such intense sexual desires and feelings could have resisted the natural result of those desires. I am truly delighted by this. It cloaks you with an aura of such innocence; there is nothing dirty or crude about your feelings and desires. That is why I go to such lengths to avoid the use of crude slang when I talk or write to you. To talk about a "blowjob" would degrade the sincere loving care with which you take me into your mouth. With great care and deliberateness, I slowly remove all of your clothes. You are naked before me. I admire your body. I love it. I want to possess it with my hands and mouth and tongue and heart. Then, blindfolded and groping, you undress me. You kneel before me and after some fumbling, my pants drop to the floor and are kicked away. That is followed by my boxers; I stand before you naked and hard. You cannot see, but you know I am waiting for you. Your hands caress and tickle my legs and butt and lower abdomen, without touching my cock. Then you take me in both hands, stroking the smooth, soft hardness, feeling the urgency. You take me into your mouth, a little at first then I am sucked completely into you. Your hands are busy caressing my balls and tickling the crease between the cheeks of my butt and the insides of my thighs. My legs tremble and quake as I fall down onto the couch; I am so consumed with passion that I cannot stand. These feelings are impossible to describe. So intense, so consuming, as you take me in and out of your mouth. You are in complete control of me. Even with your blindfold, you are directing my emotions. You draw this out, knowing I am helpless in your mouth and hands. It is slow, but builds in intensity, ending in a climax that has no equal. Afterwards, you continue to suck on me, kiss me and stroke me. You do this with such loving care and attention. It never feels that you are just rushing to complete an unpleasant task. You really enjoy bringing me such joy this way. It feels so good that I may get hard again. You smile and rest your head in my lap. It is now time for me to thank you for the intensely sexual experience you have just given me, like some precious gift that has no concrete presence, but still exists in my mind. I pull you to your feet. I am sitting on the couch as you stand proudly and blindfolded before me. My hands cannot leave your body, your legs, your butt, your breasts. My lips take in one nipple as my fingers pinch the other. Your nipples are hard as I bite and suck them. Your knees become weak and you moan. My mouth lowers to your pussy, it is naked before me. You naughty girl. You have not shaved in a few days and there is a stubble on your pussy. You will have to be punished for this. On the table there is a red velvet ribbon. I tie your hands behind your back. As I stand behind your back, your hands hold my cock. I instruct you that you must hold my cock in your hands whenever I am behind you, or you will be punished even more, perhaps even spanked. For the fun of it, I force you to walk through the house, naked, blindfolded and hands tied behind you, holding my now erect penis. I am walking behind you, our legs moving in sync with each other, my cock poking between your butt cheeks with each clumsy step we take. It is so stupidly funny that we almost trip and fall laughing. It is time for me to take charge before we get too silly. I lead you up the stairs into the bathroom and have you stand in the tub. I turn on the water; and once it is warm, I take the handheld shower and spray your lower body. The spray is sharp and hard and tingly on your skin. Its feel is intensified by the fact that you are still blindfolded. You shudder as I direct the spray at your pussy and then at your butt. Before you start having too much fun, I turn off the shower. Using my shaving brush, I begin to lather one of your legs. I know that the feeling of the brush on your skin will delight you. I have gotten a new razor for this, one of the new ones with three blades. The male version shaves very close and never cuts. I have the female version for you. Slowly, I shave your legs. It is a very sensual experience for me. I love your legs; and I love stroking them, from ankle to thigh. I shave to the upper thigh. The smooth slippery skin after they are shaved is so erotic that I become incredibly hard. Now for the good parts. I have you sit on the edge of the tub, still bound, with your legs spread, opening your pussy to me. You really enjoy the shaving brush now, as it lathers your pussy and inner thighs. I shave very carefully here. When I am finished, you are smooth, soft, soapy and incredibly horny. Only now do I untie your hands, but the blindfold stays on. Then I have you stand and bend over with your hands on the edge of the tub, your butt high in the air. Your pussy and anus are open to me. Again I use the soapy brush to brush your pussy and your asshole. You squirm as I do. I begin rubbing your butt with my hands, my fingers tickling your most private places. Those are intense feelings and you begin moaning and gasping with an impending orgasm. But, I must be careful. After all, you are being punished; I don't want you to be so easily satisfied. Also, I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself. I replace my hands with my throbbing cock. As, I pull you to your feet, my cock stays trapped between your thighs, pussy and ass. I reach around in front of you and my fingers gently probe your lips from the front, rubbing stroking in and out of you. With my cock probing in and out of you from the rear, it almost feel as if I am inside of you. I stroke in and out of you. With my free hand I pinch your nipple hard. You are so ready that it does not take you long to come. You moan loudly and almost shriek with the intensity of your orgasm. I have to hold your body to keep you from collapsing. I carefully and lovingly dry you off before removing your blindfold. Then I lead you by the hand into the guest bedroom. I pull back the covers and we get in bed and fall into each others arms, our bodies are warm together on the cool sheets. It is a tender moment that I have long awaited, to actually have you in bed. So many nighttime messages from you, thinking of me, as you climbed into your bed. We lie together, cooing at each other. I stroke your hair and give you little kisses on your eyes and face. You seem a little nervous about something; and I ask if something is wrong. You assure me that nothing is wrong, but you have been thinking a lot about something recently and have come to a concrete decision. A twinge of panic shoots trough me. I am afraid of what you have decided. I shouldn't be. If it was bad, you wouldn't be here with me now, but my insecurities have taken control. My heart is sinking, I am terrified that you will say we cannot continue our relationship. "Roger, I want it to be you." "You want what?" I am eternally clueless. "Will you to be my first? I want you to make love to me." I am astounded. I stumble over words. I don't know what to say. I want you so much; but I can't hurt you, I can't do anything to hurt your future happiness. "Dear Alexis, are you sure? I am so honored, but have you thought this through? I promised you that I would never take advantage of you in a moment of passion. I can't do that." "Roger, I have thought this through, for a long time. I think you know that I have. I am on the pill for my cramps, so that's not a problem." "Alexis, you know that's not what I'm talking about. What would you tell Rob on your wedding night?" You just giggle and say "I don't have to say anything. It's not like I still have a hymen, silly." "He knows that a friend of mine gave me a vibrating dildo as a gag gift last week. He kept teasing me about using it, and saying that if I wasn't careful, that I might lose my virginity to a piece of plastic and not to him. He knows how I am. And after all, it's the truth." "What??? Are you kidding? You really did, you got one? Did you use it?" "Yes, I have one. I have not used it but once...last night." "Did you like it?" You answer softly, "Yes." I know what it means when you use that soft tone of voice. It doesn't just mean 'yes', it means a whole lot more. "Did you like it a lot?" Again, you answer, still softer, "Yes, a whole lot. I really liked it a lot." Just then, I got this incredibly erotic mental image of you.... Well, if I was a woman, I'd have a whole collection of them. I'd wear them out. "And so, that's what made you..." You finish my sentence, "I made up my mind that I wanted you. I made up my mind right after Rob and I met you and your wife for drinks in New York, but I wanted to wait until the circumstances were just right. Now they are." I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The young woman that I have fallen in love with has chosen me to take her virginity. This is such an awesome responsibility. You have entrusted so much to me; I must make it so incredibly special for you. We have all night. We will take our time. We kiss, softly at first, then with the hunger that has been building for over a year. After a while, my kisses trail down your body to your breasts. I linger there, nibbling and biting and sucking. You gasp and moan. It doesn't matter, no one but me can hear. After an eternity of playing with your breasts, you are urgent for more. My lips make their way down, across your tummy, and then down to your smooth mound. It is soft and I feel like cuddling with it. My cheeks rub against it as my tongue explores your lips. My tongue dives into that secret crevice of pleasure. My hands grasp your butt, bringing you closer to me. I must have you. I must taste you. I must bring you immense pleasure. My tongue penetrates you as you raise and spread your legs, opening yourself for me. As my tongue licks your pussy, my hands are stroking the smooth flesh of your thighs and butt. I am hard and urgent for sensation and satisfaction. You are warm and wet and moaning with desire. I raise up to my knees. I kneel before you as you lay, spread open to me. My cock is hard and throbbing. I must have you. I must be inside of you. I must have you surround me. Slowly I move towards you. My cock touches your lips and you gasp in expectation of what is to come. You are so wet that I am able to insert the very head of my penis into you without resistance. But suddenly, you are very tight and firm around me. The ridges of the inside of your vagina are incredible. They massage my cock like a thousand tongues. I push and slide slowly into you. I do not want to hurt you. You are gasping and moaning with sensual pleasure and expectation. I look into your eyes. I see your desire and love and need. You softly whisper, the word "yes". I push slowly into you. As I do, you gasp and you clutch me to you. Your eyes close with the once-only exquisite experience of losing your innocence. Then your eyes open wide as I fill you. You are shocked by the intensity of feeling and the fulfillment of having finally completed this wonderfully simple but meaningful act. I am completely inside of you, you are filled with me. We are together, joined as one. For a long time, I rest inside of you, hard and with the promise of pleasure to come. Then slowly, I start moving in and out of you. I pull almost completely out of you and linger, with the ridge around the head of my cock toying with the entrance to your vagina. Then a steady push all the way in. You gasp. I gasp. You are so tight, so completely in contact with me. You are holding me so tightly and saying my name, over and over. Slowly, in and out of you, sometimes teasingly, sometimes so that the head rubs over and over that special place inside of you. You begin breathing heavily and making short staccato moans, while bucking your hips. You are so close. You are getting louder, faster, harder. It will be so intense. You scream and hold me to you so tightly that I almost can't move. It lasts forever. Finally, your body goes limp, your eyes closed, your face peaceful and serene. I slow, but don't stop. Just languishing in your arms, slowly pulling in and out of you. You open your eyes. They are on fire as you look at me. "Thank you, Roger. That, I will remember forever." We kiss. I am still hard and moving slowly; I must not come now. I want you to come over and over. I want to last as long as possible; I owe you a most memorable deflowering. I have been able to control it as you came. It was incredibly hard to do, but being old helps in that department. You once asked if I could still last an hour. Actually, it will be a lot easier now than when I was in my 20's. Well, I'll give it my best shot. You may have to suffer the consequences.