Beginnings - 2

[Don Jetman]

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 drinks, but when she
does, I never fail to be surprised. I bought some Sangria and made L. a batch
her favorite drink, 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 drinks, 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 restauranrs, 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 personality 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 alway 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 animal." Gulp.

Brad often took her to a few frat parties. She hated them, mostly because she
didn't drink much, and to a sober person they were just drunken chaos. She
admitted she stopped going after one night when he convinced her to drink some
of the "community punch" the frat guys had made. Since everyone seemed to be
drinking 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, drunk,
swaggering, giving me those shit-eating grins, eyeing her like a tasty snack. Of
course, I wasn't blind, or stupid. I'd get suspiscious, 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 reasons she felt comfortable
coming clean about her college days. It did explain how all her submissive
fantasies started. Thanks to Nick.

 

[olcrab]

How often did Dave have her and did she do him in front of you? Great story.