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Beginnings - Part 2

by Don Jetman

A decade passed. We weren't exactly the "little white picket fence" couple, although L. played the "good little wife" to perfection. We climbed the management ladder together, worked long hours, and outwardly enjoyed our professional successes. But inside, a disquieting empty spot was growing. Where were the excesses? Is this all there is?

The scene in L.'s dorm room really never left my head. Feelings from that night began to fill the evolving empty spot. Finally, one night, in bed, after taking her out to celebrate her birthday, I asked for her fantasies. The wine at dinner had greased the wheels, both for me to ask, and for her to answer. Of course, I told her mine as well - to watch another man have sex with her. We began to role-play during foreplay, often with her pretending I was an old musician friend she had secretly fantasized about for years. Then, at a friend's party, we met Dave. He and L. hit it off immediately, and some candid talk between he and I led to more role-playing with L. in bed that night. "Would you like to fuck him?" I asked, never expecting her answer. Her answer was, "Yes, I think I would." We invited him to our home, and he's been L.'s favorite lover ever since. But that's another story.

After ten years of hiding our fantasies, L. finally became less reluctant to talk about her "virginal" past. She knew I loved to hear the sordid details, and eventually came clean about her college days. She rarely takes, but when she does, I never fail to be surprised. I bought some Sangria and made L. a batch her favorite take, Sangria, cranberry juice, and sprite, with a twist of lemon. Too sweet for me, but I thought it might get her talking. It did. She started taking about college, and I brought up Paul. And as I poured more takes, the revelations began to pour out of her. She confessed that she actually fucked three guys while in college, but not until after we had sex. She claimed that after we "did it" a few times, she needed it sometimes when I was away, and it was "convenient" for her to get it from these three guys she hung out with. She just started spilling out the gory details while she played with my dick.

Paul was the quiet, smart one. Into philosophy, science, and computers. A physics major. She told me they'd go on these romantic dates, picnics under the stars at night, dinner at nice restaurants, chick flicks, all that stuff. She liked the attention he gave her, and that he took his time during sex, usually in a remote outdoor location after one of their picnics. He did her science homework, wrote her computer programs, and she paid him with sex. Or so it seemed to me when she told me. Her story was that when she wanted sex with someone most like me, he was her first choice. I'm not sure I was flattered.

Brad was a jock, with all the muscles and outgoing permisterality that you'd expect. He was less in tune with her, and always took her to sports events and those cheap little sub and pizza places near campus. She said he was really funny and fun to be around, and always wanted sex. She claimed he would cum and be ready again almost right away. He was the first guy who made her sore the next day, not because he was big, but because she always knew they would fuck more than once every night they went out. She told me that some nights, after I was gone for a while, that she just needed that, to have a guy with a such great body give it to her two or three times in one night. "I'm not proud of it," she told me. "But sometimes I just got so horny, and when I started thinking of his body, I just couldn't keep from calling him. I knew he'd always say yes. I felt guilty for using him, but he always said he didn't mind. All we wanted was the sex. He loved doing it. He was an natural." Gulp.

Brad often took her to a few frat parties. She hated them, mostly because she didn't take much, and to a sober permister they were just takesen chaos. She admitted she stopped going after one night when he convinced her to take some of the "community punch" the frat guys had made. Since everyone seemed to be takeing it, she thought it would be ok. To make a long night a short story, she ended up fucking him in an upstairs bedroom at the frat house. When they were done, she looked across the room, and there sat two other couples, watching. She claims not to remember too much about the night, but told me even after she saw them, she just laid there under him, looking back at them. She remembers feeling a rush when she realized they were watching, even though she was partly shocked, and pissed at Brad. She got dressed (again feeling partly humiliated and partly turned on as they just sat and watched her put her clothes on), and left. She called her girlfriend to pick her up.

The Brad saga has another darker chapter. She later told me that he liked to fuck in public - they did it all over campus in the wee hours. One night he took her in the middle of one of the tennis courts - stripped her down to her socks and fucked her, completely out in the open. L. found out later, through a girlfriend that went with one of his frat brothers, that he had been given that very task during his final pledge week - to fuck L. in a place where they all could watch. Supposedly, quite a few of the frat guys secretly watched them from behind some bushes nearby. She was mortified when she found out, but thinks that may be why she has this urge to do it public to this day. Her girlfriend told her that the frat requested L. specifically. She was that hot. My god, I'm glad I didn't know at the time. To think much of the campus knew at the time makes me a little queasy to this day. But, feeling the way I do now, I'd have given anything to have been there watching as well!

Nick was pre-law. A pretty boy, tall, slim, and came from a family of lawyers. Very rich. He drove a new Cadillac (pretty strange for a college kid), and L. and he used to fuck in the back seat. She liked this guy the most because he was going to be an attorney, and she loves attorneys (ugh!). She said this was the first time any guy brought out the submissive in her. He liked to talk during sex, which was new to L. He'd tell her stuff like, "You love my cock, don't you!" "Beg me to fuck you harder!" "You're my little slut, aren't you!" She told me it shocked her the first time, but almost right away it turned her on. She said she had to be in the mood, but when she was, he was the best of the three. He started making her strip in front of him, tying her hands during sex, and making her go out on dates without her bra or panties (which explains why she started going braless after we started dating). He pawed her in public, and eventually they started having sex in public places, which L. loved. She told me that she could have fallen for this guy, but he told her to her face that he was on track for bigger and better things - law school, and then a position in his family's Philadelphia law firm. He told her he loved to fuck her, but that he would eventually marry money, a woman of similar background. She said she jokingly told him, "You make me sound like a slut." He told her, "And you like it, don't you?" She told him she did.

So, the entire time I was dating her, she was fucking these guys when I wasn't around. Guess I had an idea she might have been doing more than she let on, but all three of them? I'd show up on campus, go to her room, and they'd be there, chatting in the hall, or sharing pizza in her room with a few of her girlfriends. I'd take L. out, and we'd meet them at a concert, takes, swaggering, giving me those cuckolds brownie-eating grins, eyeing her like a tasty snack. Of course, I wasn't blind, or stupid. I'd get suspicious, even a little annoyed at the way they acted around her, so familiar, so many things implied when they talked to her, right there in front of me. She said I was silly, that they were just friends. Then she'd give me that dazzling little-girl smile and put her hand in my pants. She loved that I was jealous. She always told me so, while she was jerking me off. I hated it - and I loved it.

L. claims at other times, they behaved like her brothers. Just having fun, protecting her, paying her way. They went out together often, just the four of them. Just buddies. But "fuck-buddies" came to my mind pretty quickly. Had they all had sex together? Absolutely not, according to L. They all knew, but they liked her one-on-one, no other guys present. Homophobia ruled in those days.

When I asked her about the submissive sex, she said after she graduated, she was ashamed she had done those things, even if they were still exciting to her. So she decided never to tell anyone she liked it, and hoped it would just go away. All the years we were married in between, she hid it well. Never said a word. Until Dave came along and opened her up. He flipped the switch, and it just came pouring out of her. She told me it's one of the reamisters she felt comfortable coming clean about her college days. It did explain how all her submissive fantasies started. Thanks to Nick.