notes: This is a cuckold story and details how a man loves a woman so much he accepts her desire to be with other men. He marvels in her slutiness as she rubs it in his face. There are fetish element of semen, panties and pregnancy throughout this story. You draw your own conclusion as to merits of a cuckold relationship. I believe one must make sacrifices in their life to achieve true happiness.
Morgan and I met in college and dated for two years before we graduated together. She is French and was here on a student Visa. I happened to be a French language major and luckily for me when we were together we always spoke French. It was so cool to be able to talk to a native of the country whose language I studied. She was patient with me and taught me all the correct verb uses, slang and correct accents. I was so into this woman that I eventually asked her to move in with me. She had been dating a few other guys, but when we shacked up she stopped dating. We fell in love and enjoyed a very active sex life during our senior year. We had fun with a lot of kinky stuff like me tying her up, spanking, and role playing. I would buy her the sexiest lingerie which she would wear for me daily. We did some panty play as she knew my weakness for the soft silky fabrics. We visited her home in France and I met her parents and brothers. It was a great vacation and it drew us closer together.
After she graduated her student Visa expired and had to return to France. I was devastated when she left and I visited her the summer between my school years. She came out once during Christmas. I eventually got my masters and flew out the very next day to meet her. Morgan met me at the airport and we kissed and cuddled like two teenagers. I was so in love with her. We couldn't wait to get to the hotel that I had reserved and catch up on some serious loving.
I couldn't get enough of her, I missed her so much. Her smell, her skin, cute butt and small boobies had me rock hard the second after I pulled up and off her dress. I went down on her and ate her pussy right through her cotton boyshort panties. With my lips dripping I came up and kissed her and just studied her face. She had tears in her eyes and I kissed them away.
"I've missed you Dave. It was really hard for me to wait for you." she told me as she continued to cry.
"I've missed you too Morgan. I love you." I said kissing her over and over.
Morgan stopped crying and we made tender love the rest of the day. At dinner time we got dressed and went down to the restaurant. We spoke French to each other, but occasionally I'd slip and speak English and she didn't hesitate and would answer in English and then I'd notice. People around us would also notice and look our way. You see they don't really like Americans there, so we spoke mostly French.
After dinner we went into the lounge and had another bottle of wine, French of course and I talked about what I'd been up to. Even with computer technology so advance we really didn't text and write each other that often. I would usually call her on the weekend during her daytime and we'd catch up. We never really addressed what would happen when I graduated. Guess I had a wait and see attitude as my studies were very time consuming. She wanted to know what my plans were and would I be staying long. I didn't really know what to say to that as it really depended on her.
I looked into Morgans eyes and saw her love for me but there was something else. She was holding back something. We went back to my suite and I told her I wanted her to spend the night with me. She told me that would me nice, but she knew I was tired and wanted to leave and come back the next day as she had to work saying, "Dave you know I have to work tomorrow. It's only another week and school will be out. Then we can do more together, OK."
Morgan left and as I drifted off to sleep, it dawned on me that she didn't talk much about her life as a school teacher or even what she wanted to do now that I was here. I had pretty much just talked about my graduate studies and all my options for the future.
The next day I read the paper and walked around the city, along the river and even went to a museum. Around 4:00 she called me and wanted me to meet her for dinner at a little place we'd been to before. I went back to the hotel and changed, but felt something was up because she didn't want to meet me at the hotel. I got there right on time.
"Hi Dave, how was you day?" She asked after giving me a kiss.
"Pretty good, I kept busy and did some sight seeing."
Morgan grabbed my arm and we went into the restaurant and were seated in a quit corner. We got a nice bottle of wine and I started in about how I was sorry for being so selfish yesterday and wanted to know more about her work at the school.
She opened right up and told me how challenging it was teaching high school English and how much she enjoyed her job and working with the other faculty.
She asked me again how long I was staying and what my employment plans were. I told her it really depended on her as we hadn't discussed marriage or anything saying, "I just want to be close to you."
"David, we've spent last summer together and Christmas. You've never told me what you want or want from me. Now you say you just want to be close to me. Come on now, where are you going to live and work?"
"Morgan, please, I don't know. I love you and want us to be together. I guess, I just haven't decided if I want to live here or ask you to come back to the states with me."
"I have my life here. I have a good job and ...... I have a couple boyfriends and one wants to marry me." She confesses.
"You have boyfriends?" I asked.
"You didn't expect me to be a nun waiting for you, did you?"
My heart dropped as I realized I'd really fucked this up. I had just assumed she would do anything to be with me just as I would for her. I didn't say anything and just poured another glass of wine, thinking.
"Let's order dinner and being tomorrow's the weekend, I'll spend all day with you, OK." she says.
We didn't talk much over dinner and afterwards she told be she had to leave, but could meet me later at the hotel. I agreed and she kissed me and was gone.
I walked around and spent a couple hours going through the stores and finally ended up back at the hotel lounge. The bar tender asked me where the hot babe I was with last night was. I told him I was meeting her later. He told me she had been in there before with another guy, a teacher friend and he was married, he said. Now I was starting to worry.
I thought about how much I loved her and knew I had to make up my mind. I figured I had enough money to last about a month. My school loan was paid for by my aunt as a graduation present, thankfully. Now the question was could I live in France and get a job there, or did I want to ask Morgan to marry me and convince her to move back to the states.
French like their drink, but do not tolerate drinking to excess so I sipped my beer slowly as I waited. Around midnight, I went to my room and turned on the TV and fell asleep. My phone rang and woke me up. Morgan asked me to let her in, she was outside my door.
I opened the door and she walked right by me and I followed. She set her purse and a bag down and turned and gave me a hug, then a kiss smiling at me.
"Where have you been if you don't mind me asking?" I said.
"I had a date with this guy from the school, one of the coaches. I tried to get out of it but he was very disappointed, so I gave in and we went to a movie."