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.
