My last story received heavy criticism from many haters regarding my writing about cuckolds. I enjoy exploring the reasons and emotions about why a woman plays around outside her marriage. I have known a few, and mostly, they still love their husbands, but take other men anyway. I have even known two men who loved watching their wives being fucked. I don't understand why they want that, but it intrigues me. So, I will continue to write on this topic. What I don't understand, is why the haters keep reading these stories. I don't like incest, cannot understand how a guy could touch his daughter or his mother. So I don't read any of those stories. But I certainly don't shout to the world about my distaste. Life is way too short.
I have been writing erotic stories for over ten years, and have had many readers make friendly contact with me. Most have been women, some have been brief, but one of them, Maria from Cincinnati, lasted over five years. Maria died of Covid at the start of 2022. This story is for her. We emailed each other at least once a week, over those five years, and she told me much about her life In our last two years, I managed to get her to open up about her fantasies. So this story is loosely based on her life, and heavily influenced by her fantasies. It is fiction! Enjoy.
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In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five. Ronald Reagan was president, and John DeLorean had just released his flagship DMC-12. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an engineering degree. His achievement landed him an excellent position at one of Cincinnati's leading civil engineering firms.
He was your all-American boy, tall, handsome, olive-skinned, with dark brown hair and eyes. He was mild-natured, and his mother instilled good values and morals into her young man. Above all else, she had hammered home that he should always treat women respectfully and jump to their aid if they were in trouble.
The family were well off. His father was an accountant, and his mother had been an air hostess when the two of them had met. He had three younger sisters. Along with their large home in one of Cincinnati's better suburbs, they owned a holiday home up on the shores of Lake Erie, where they spent most of their summers.
Cory got on with everyone, young or old. He could strike up a conversation with anyone on almost any topic. From a very young age, he had happily joined in his sisters' games and, by his early teens, was in hot demand to attend the birthday parties of his sisters' friends.
He lost his virginity at one of his sister's parties in the summer of seventy-nine. As usual, they were holidaying at Lake Erie, and an older sister of one of his sisters' friends had secreted him away to a guest area of her parents' holiday home, stripped him naked and had her way with him.
Laura was three years older than Cory and was rebelling against the strict upbringing her parents had inflicted on her. That summer, they secretly met whenever they could escape their respective families.
Laura used Cory to advance her knowledge and experience in various sexual activities. She stole her father's hidden books and magazines, and they perused them whenever possible, using them as a guide. Laura taught him how to play with and manipulate her nipples, breasts, inner thighs, ears, mouth, neck and, of course, her genitalia, where her magic little button nestled. They had searched many times for her elusive g-spot without much success, but she often had more than one orgasm during these treasure hunts.
Laura went to college at the end of that summer, and Cory never caught up with her again. But his education with the opposite sex did not end with her departure. He found new popularity with the ladies back home and never lacked for a date.
He had had three steady girlfriends by the time he reached twenty-five. The longest lasted two and a half years and had finished almost a year before when she had found him in bed with her best friend. He had tried, unsuccessfully, to explain that he was fighting to stop her friend and was not making love to her. But the fact that he had his trousers around his ankles, and she was stark naked, astride him, did not make a convincing argument.
They had made up and started dating again a couple of months later, only for him to find her naked in a bedroom with one of his best mates one night. She had been riding his mate hard and did not miss a beat as she yelled at him, "What's it like to walk in on your friend fucking your partner?" He realised he'd been set up, that she had just wanted revenge.
Cory realised at that moment how far he had strayed from the good upbringing his mother had given him and swore to himself that he would change his ways. He practically stopped going to parties and threw himself into his work and sport. He had had one major slip-up with a married woman during this time.
She was the receptionist at a company his firm was doing business with. He worked at their offices three days a week, and she would join him for lunch daily. She was unhappy in her marriage, and one lunchtime, she had asked him to accompany her to a Dire Straits concert on the coming Saturday night. She told him she had bought the tickets, but her husband would not go with her as he had something else he wanted to do.
Halfway through the concert, they had managed to work their way to within ten rows of the stage. The crowd was pulsing and throbbing around them. It was too tight to dance, so he dropped his arms over her shoulders from behind and drew her into his body to protect her from the crush. She wriggled her bum against his crotch, then pulled one of his hands between her legs. He drew up her dress, slipped her panties aside, and fingered her in time to the music.
It seemed like no time at all, and she was writhing against him, her body pulsing and jumping to the beat, then slumping back against him as her climax sapped all the strength from her legs. She recovered quickly, and feeling his rock-hard cock pressing into her back, she turned around, leaned down, and gave him a blow job. The people around them had to have realised what was happening, but no one seemed to take much notice. All were far more interested in the band's antics on the stage.
He had stopped the car beside a river after the show, and they had heated sex on the back seat. Afterwards, she had him drop her off around the corner from her home, as she did not want to get caught getting out of his car by her husband.
Furtively dropping her off like that annoyed him. Again, he had fallen victim to his amoral standing prick. Fortunately, he only had a couple more days at her workplace, and after evading her calls for a couple of weeks, he had managed to extract himself from the situation.
At his youngest sister's twenty-first birthday party a month later, he first saw Maria. She stood in the lounge with a group of girls across from him. Cory was talking to some friends when he gazed across the room and caught Maria's eye. He felt the breath leave his lungs. She was stunningly beautiful, petite, maybe five foot two or three, with blond hair just past her shoulders. Her attire was modest, but she could not hide her trim figure and perky young breasts. He decided there and then that she may be the one he could settle down with.
Cory asked his mates if they knew who she was. One of his mate's girlfriends spoke up, saying she knew her and was a year behind her at school. But then she warned him not to bother with her as she was just a frigid, religious prude. Of course, that just made Cory much more interested. He loved the challenge of a reserved, forbidden woman and strode across the room to give it his best shot.
Maria had been watching Cory Larson all night. She knew who he was. His reputation as a womaniser was well-known in the neighbourhood. She was amazed that even with his reputation, many of the women at the party seemed intent on attracting his attention. Yet, as much as they tried to catch his eye, he didn't seem interested in any of them and, contrary to the rumours, seemed to be quite modest.
She was at the party because she had been allowed out on her first date with a member of the opposite sex. Her date was the same age as her, eighteen. She knew her date reasonably well. They had gone to the same church for as long as she could remember and had been invited to the party as his family were long-time friends of the Larsons'.
The week before the party, both parents gave the young couple strict instructions about how to behave on their date. As Maria had departed for the party, her mother's last words had been to reinforce the no alcohol message, and she quietly reminded Maria yet again about what all boys were after. She had been receiving the same message for several years.
However, once they had arrived at the party, her date had dumped her and moved across the room to talk with some girl, she knew he was forbidden to see. And she noted that he had a drink in his hand within minutes.
Shy and submissive around people she did not know, she had joined a group of girls she vaguely knew. She stood quietly to one side, listening to them discussing all the guys at the party, and was embarrassed by their indecent comments. She wondered how she could leave and get home without dropping her date in trouble.
She looked up to see Cory looking directly at her and could not tear her eyes away. Then, she internally panicked at the unfamiliar surge of warmth that flooded her body as he walked across the room toward her.
He asked if he could get her a drink, and she accepted, even though that was one of the biggest no-nos of the many rules she had received. He didn't even ask her what she wanted, just returned with a Black Russian, which she gulped down rather quickly and then, against her better judgement, found herself agreeing to another one. She sipped the second drink more slowly, and when Cory started talking and asking her questions, she tried to sound interesting and somewhat intelligent. But she was nervous. Her awkwardness with the questions he asked her, some of them loaded with sexual overtones, had her stammering awkward replies.
For Cory, it didn't take him long to realise his friend's girlfriend was probably correct in her summation of the pretty girl. He took in that she struggled to meet his eyes when they talked, and his usual banter either went right over her head or was met with an almost sullen response. But the prospect of all of his friends laughing at him and saying they told him so made him refuse to back off and give up on her so easily. So he struggled, toning his conversation down and taking things much slower than he was used to.
By the time he had coerced her to have a third cocktail, she was loosening up. They danced, and by the night's end, he managed to get her phone number and a promise that she would sneak out and meet him for another date.
