This is chapter one: mostly about Cuckolding.
A few years ago when my wife and I were in our 30's and had no kids,we were touring Washington DC. After walking around for a couple of hours we were hungry and very thirsty so we stopped at a street vendor for a drink and a couple of hot dogs.
We were standing next to the vendors cart just chatting when a young black man rode up on a 10 speed bike.
He just sat on the bike, and started talking to us.
"OH miss, could you tell me what time it is?" he asked my wife.
She turned to see him seated there, with his legs spread open on the bike. His very tight riding pants showing 8 inches of cock down his left leg. Pants so tight, you could distinguish the circumcised head of his cock. A good looking young man, obviously fit from riding his bike.
She couldn't say a word. She literarily stood there with her mouth open staring at his display.
"Miss?" he repeated.
I chimed in with the time for him. Then he took out a dollar and asked my wife if she would purchase a lemonade for him.
She still just stood there staring.
I took his dollar and got him a large lemonade, and stared at his cock myself. He politely thanked us, and sat on his bike sipping his drink.
I then took my wife by the arm and led her over to a table under an umbrella. Our cyclist took a drink or two from his lemonade and kept looking at us.
My 33 year old, 5 foot 2 inch, 120 pound, C cupped, nicely built, brunet wife, was still staring back at him.
Then he held his drink and maneuvered his bike over to our table. As he sat on his bike now his cock was more prominent, maybe starting to get a little hard. I am sure, he was making sure, he was giving us his best display, and I sure couldn't blame him. He introduced himself as Todd. Todd looked directly at my wife and asked. "Are you vacationing here in DC?"
She just shook her head yes.
"You've sure have some great weather for it, usually it is pretty hot here, now."
She shook her head again, and said, "It's very nice." Her voice an octave lower than I usually heard it.
"So where are you staying?"
I had to be the one to answer "The Marriott."
We made some small talk when he offered; "Well I know my way around, and I have little to do today, so, maybe, if you don't mind, I could show you a few things." My wife shot me a quick look, and the look in her eyes let me know she wanted to see more.
I said, "Well maybe, just how much would you want for that?"
Todd replied, "OH really nothing, I have a good job with the government, so the money doesn't matter. It just so happens today, I have time off, and you folks look interesting. I'm sure I would enjoy it, maybe, if you just buy me dinner. I know a very nice spot for dinner, out of the way, and reasonable price too."