My first dream about my wife took place shortly after we married. However its genesis was an event just shortly before our wedding. At that time, I had heard of cuckolding, but always thought that the result would be an angry husband shooting lead from a gun and not an excited husband shooting semen from his cock. I just could not imagine that the thought of my wife having sex with another man could be exciting. Well, live and learn.
The event in question was the Preakness stakes race at Pimlico race track. At the conclusion of the card for the day, as we were exiting, I told my fiancΓ©e to wait for me as I went to cash some tickets (yes I did win a little). As I was returning, I saw my fiancΓ©e talking to an old, short, portly, balding, ugly man. Just as I arrived, Cathie said, in a polite voice, "No, thank you."
He gave me a look as if to say screw you and then moved on. I asked Cathie what that was all about and she told me that he had asked her to go back to his hotel room where there would be a small party with some of his friends.
Really! I said and laughed, thinking how wrong he could be, thinking Cathie was a prostitute! She was the farthest thing from easy with her virtue. We had dated for years and it was only after we were engaged and shortly before marriage that we had sex - a first for both of us.
Cathie did not share my chuckle. I supposed she probably did not even know that the man had sized her up to be a prostitute. She really did not look the part. I suppose seeing an attractive, very well built, young woman standing out there all alone gave him the idea. Also, I knew that professional ladies, dressed very well, did hang out at the track, hoping that a big winner would want some sex in exchange for some of his winnings.