Now this one is real, more or less. It didn't happen to me though. It was a friend of mine. I haven't told him I wrote this story about it. Maybe he'll see it one day.
A professor and his former protege, a beautiful young graduate student, meet again, each secretly in love with the other. Together, they find warmth, love and pleasure. The story is told using metaphors for body parts and sexual acts, as John Cleland did in Fanny Hill.
My name is Jack, and now at thirty years old, my wife, Hannah, and I are living with our four-year-old daughter in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was born and raised in the Tulsa suburbs, and met Hannah at The University of Oklahoma in Oklahoma City in our senior year. She grew up in OKC and I didn't know much about her when we met, other than being attracted to her bubbly, outgoing personality, as well as her good looks. And this story describes how my cuckold lifestyle began.
A Story in the Thoughts About The Ex Universe
What if the campground assignation Sheryl and I had enjoyed (in Road Trip Tease), had happened with an unknown watcher? What might he have thought?
Accidents, by definition, are unpredictable, especially those that hurt like hell. Medical assistance, at emergency rooms late at night, can be of unpredictable quality. Bringing a friend along as an advocate is a fine idea -- especially when you've admired your advocate from afar, but she wants to take care of you. It helps to have someone to laugh with you when that's the only way to deal with the doctor. Eyepads, iPads, is there a big difference?