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An unnamed wife shares her exploits in a series of letters to her husband. The encounters described include fantasy scenes, swinging antics, and many dalliances with men and women carried out with her husband’s ultimate satisfaction foremost. The letters feature graphic language and explicit bisexual erotic content, including same sex pairing, ménage, stranger sex, group sex, anal penetration (m/m m/f), and other scenes which may cause offense.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Erotic Letters to My Cuckold
January – June
Copyright, Secret Narrative, 2012
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Warning: Adult Content
Featuring sexually explicit content and graphic language from the beginning.
Please do not view the sample if you are under the age of 18
Copyright
Faithfully Unfaithful
Erotic Letters to My Cuckold
January to June
Copyright ©, Secret Narrative, 2012
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Contents
Letters to My Cuckold
Monday 10th January
Wednesday 2
Friday 18
Monday 21
Thursday 31
Friday 1
lTuesday 26
Thursday 12
Wednesday 18
Monday 30
Friday 3
Monday 13
Wednesday 15
Tuesday 21
Friday 24
Saturday 25
Monday 10th January
My Dear, Husband… Let’s go back to the beginning shall we? Our first meeting.
You were a bachelor more than fifty years of age and me barely in my thirties but desperate to be free of a disastrous marriage to an unsuitable man. It was easy to seduce you; I set my sights and concentrated all my efforts on capturing you. Little did I know that you’d love playing sex games to a similar degree; that we’d make a formidable team you and me. A team of two, other participants on the periphery for my pleasure during our time apart, and my taking delight in regaling you with pornographic detail when we reconnect.
My first dalliance for your entertainment occurred soon after our first date, which in turn led to our first time in bed. I did my best to satisfy you, and I succeeded to some extent by providing an impeccably performed blowjob; swallowing and savouring the result of my efforts, afterwards, we talked for hours, and you asked me to tell you about my sexual experiences, so I did.
There have been so many dalliances I can’t remember them all.
I’ve lost count of those who have fucked me prior to and since you. The number being high in the hundreds long before we met and we’re still counting. One after the other, after the other and sometimes with the other, large groups, small groups, just the one, male or female. It doesn’t matter, sometimes a couple, the logistics are of no importance are they, darling? I play them all, and they play with me while you watch.
I told you about my first fuck.
Losing my virginity was a sad little non-event, which took place at a party in a room full of others doing the same thing. I let someone stick his cock into me without kissing, fondling, or any other kind of affection or foreplay and hammer away in my cunt until he ejaculated, thankfully into a hanky having pulled out. I can’t believe how reckless I was, I never saw him alone again, his choice, not mine, even though we lived in the same neighbourhood, he avoided me after he popped my cherry and I was labelled a ‘slag’ along with the other girls who’d ‘put out’ that night. So we girls continued ‘putting out’ with anyone and everyone who’d have us, reputation preceding us wherever we went and no shortage of fucks with any number of boys we’d let into our cunts. By that time, I’d developed a deep and constant yen for sex and had already reached double figures, although I never had an orgasm; climax eluded me for many years.
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