Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose -- or as we say in English, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I would have thought that after a year and a half, Steve would have tired of Mary Ann but no such luck. If anything, the pace and depth of their relationship has deepened over time. It certainly has for Mary Ann and to an extent for Steve as well, who has confessed that he has yet to find a woman as passionate and pleasurable as my ex-girlfriend. What I thought would be a fling for both of them has settled into something approaching true romance. I was cut off sexually some time ago -- no surprise there as Mary Ann is at heart quite monogamous. While we still see each other and enjoy each other's company as we always have, she has let it be known that her romantic life is no longer a topic for discussion. She does let slip occasionally that she has gone to some event or taken a trip with her 'boyfriend', but that's the extent of her sharing. Somewhat surprisingly she does question me about my love life, but I am rather vague in what I share in that respect.
Steve of course is a different matter and he will on occasion invite me over to his place and regale me with some deliciously sordid details of his trysting with Mary Ann -- while I worship his cock of course. He demands information on my women, which I am only too glad to provide, as I always hold out hope that he will have them. These submissive episodes are far less frequent these days as his feelings for Mary Ann have deepened and he is really no longer willing to share as he has in the past. I should be surprised at this development, but really I am not. There are no upgrades with Mary Ann and he has come to realize this. He is by all accounts monogamous with her since the first of the year though he struggles with this. Mary Ann apparently has had a fairly good idea that Steve has been 'generous' with his cock but has shown patience and forbearance with his straying. All of this is conjecture on my part as I glean bits and pieces from both of them.
My love life has been reasonably good. Last fall I was in a brief but intense relationship with a lovely, stunning, spirited woman named Dana. She is the type of woman who can make men weak the knees and mine buckled the first time I met her. Dana is above average height, with short, perfectly frosted hair, a super trim waist, and breasts to die for. We made contact through an Internet dating site and I wanted her the first time we met over coffee. She is quite aware of her effect on men but as I learned, she had always been sparing in offering up her charms. Dana had little patience with men and could be offhand with them to the point of being a real bitch if they came on too strong or tried to impress beyond a reasonable point. Still, she genuinely liked men and preferred their company so long as they toed the line. I played my hand coolly with her and took matters slowly over the first few dates. I of course desperately wanted her and, given my nature, wanted Steve to have her too. The second craving was pure fantasy as I sensed correctly that while sexual, Dana was rather conventional.
When we first made love, I was captivated the first moment I entered her. To be inside the body of such a goddess made me so glad to be a man. I didn't protest at all when she insisted I use a condom. Though she had vetted me by requiring testing proof of my cleanliness, she was not on birth control, so a condom was required. I was pleased to know that she in actuality did not care for them and long-term wanted a man who was vasectomy safe. I had actually been considering getting the 'snip' for quite some time and told her I was going to get the procedure done. To my mild surprise she did not seem all that pleased and told me that she did not want to feel responsible for such a major decision. I assured her that this was my choice and one that I had wanted to do for some time. She simply made the choice an easy one.
I had the procedure done on a Thursday and was surprised how quick and painless it was. Most doctors now use a minimally invasive procedure that minimizes the discomfort. Dana visited me several times that weekend and bitch that she could be, served me soup topless and giggled when I laughingly told her to stop the torture! She really was wonderful and told me several times that she was looking forward to bare sex with me after a few weeks. My urologist had told me that I would need to ejaculate 10-20 times over the course of those weeks to clean the pipes, as it were. Dana laughingly declined to assist me with this, though she did send several suggestive photographs that provided me with the necessary 'inspiration'. We saw each other and gratefully she didn't tease me overly much -- we just enjoyed each other's company and shared kisses and hugs. After three weeks and a final test of my ejaculate at the urologist's office, I was pronounced sterile and looked forward to my reward!
And I was well rewarded. Dana was as eager as I was to renew our sexual connection and we both welcomed the opportunity for bareback sex. My first release inside her body was intense but a part of me regretted that my ejaculate no longer was potent. Dana had said on several occasions that she was going through an early menopause but still wanted to be careful. So, apparently we both were non-fertile but though I felt a twinge of regret, I was able to blissfully enjoy unprotected sex with this goddess, so that certainly eased the doubts I felt.
We continued to be quite close for the next month or so. Everyone has his or her issues and in Dana's case her issue was a financial/lifestyle one. Due to a variety of circumstances, some of her own doing and some not, she was hanging on financially by her fingernails, to the point where she was going to have to give up her place and move in with her parents just to survive. Though she never asked me if she could move in with me, the question hung over the entire relationship. After careful thought I had to tell her that I was not prepared financially or emotionally to have someone live with me. Dana was disappointed and said that while she really liked me, she had to be realistic about her situation. She had to look to be with a man who could support her in every respect. We had several long talks about this roadblock and when it became apparent that we had come across a deal-breaker for both of us, we mutually decided to end the romantic aspect of our relationship.
Dana moved in with her parents and despite that rather significant boost she still had to watch her money closely. I realized this and offered to buy her a few months on the online dating site so that she might make a more suitable match. She seemed a bit taken aback by this offer and asked if it would bother me if she went out with other men. I did not of course tell her that I would be intensely aroused if she had sex with some of them as a result. I simply told her that I was looking out for her best interests and would be glad if she in fact found a man who could provide for her what I could not. And there was truth in that statement. I am by nature a giver and genuinely cared for her, so my offer was heartfelt. She took me up on it.
I had to get access to her account to set up the credit card payment so she provided her password so that I could activate her membership. I knew that her profile would generate intense interest and a plethora of responses. I resisted the impulse to log in and check her activity for the first week or so, though naturally I was dying to do so. One evening I was alone and bored and thinking of her. I phoned but got no answer. I gave in to temptation and logged in to her account. Sure enough she had many dozens of messages. I was a bit ashamed of myself and just as I was about to log out, I saw that Steve had contacted her. I was instantly aroused and as I sorted out my feelings, I was surprised that he was still trolling the Internet even though he was deepening his relationship with Mary Ann. Well, a leopard doesn't change its spots so easily, I thought. Reading through their correspondence, I learned that the reason that she didn't answer my phone call was that they were out on a date that every evening. I knew -- I mean, I just knew -- that Steve was bound to have her. It was fated that he would once more service one of my women. I felt both aroused and sickened to think on the likelihood of Steve bedding my goddess. I had to know. I simply had to know.
I was beside myself for hours, in total cuckold angst! I pulled up several of the teasing photos that Dana had sent me during my recovery and was in agony imagining Steve pleasuring himself with her lovely, rounded breasts before mounting her. The killer was the photo she had sent me of her treasured pussy. I knew that Steve would seduce Dana in her vulnerable state and that it wouldn't take long before he would be balls deep in her body. I could all but see his thick, veiny shaft fully inserted inside of her treasure. I could do nothing more than helplessly relieve myself several times and seek further release through sleep. Had I done it again? Had I spurned another quality woman only to see her taken up and bedded by an alpha male like Steve?
Dana and I still talked fairly regularly and when I asked how her dating life was going, she said that she had had several dates over the past week. When I asked her if there was anyone in particular that she fancied, she did tell me that there was one guy named Steve (groan) who seemed especially attentive. She didn't go into details but she did say that she wondered about his real intentions but would see him again. I breezily told her that I had confidence in her ability to separate the players from the real prospects and left it at that. I didn't ask when she would see him again, as that would appear to be intrusive on my part. She said she let me know how things were going and thanked me again for my help.
I should have let matters lie, but I was dying to contact Steve and let him know that he was on track to bed another of my women. I can resist temptation only for so long, so once I had learned from Dana that she had had a second date with him, I called him. He seemed glad to hear from me and, alpha shit that he is, asked me if I had any women that he might service. I told him that perhaps he should focus on Mary Ann and he laughed and told me that she was his primary love interest and that he had both no intention of letting her go nor settling into a fully monogamous relationship with her just yet. I thought for a minute and then spilled the beans about Dana. Steve was genuinely surprised and instantly delighted to know that a woman he had seen casually was one of my 'women'.
"Well then, I'll just have to fuck her, won't I?" he said with his usual cocky manner. "She's smokin' hot, dude. I was hoping to fuck her anyway, but now the stakes have been raised, haven't they?" I had to agree that they had. "She's looking for a guy to take care of her -- that I figured out pretty quickly and I wasn't going to get into that type of hassle, but I tell you what -- I'll do her and let you know. How would that be?" I could all but see his shit-eating grin.
