patient Spyman

by Mrs. b-Denied

Ok, I heard some people like to hear my perspective on cuckolding. I have been holding out on "you guys", so here is another adventure. Since this guy I will tell you about will be in town next week, I will spill the beans on him.

Many years ago, when hubby was first trying to get me into having "fun time" with other couples, we met a couple from a state we used to live in. We met for dinner & it was obvious the guy half of the couple was very interested in me & my legs in a mini skirt . 4 somes are rather hard to coordinate--chemistry has to be all around, and that is difficult. So we did not do anything, but this guy, I will call Spyman (he is not, but let's say he is a retired officer & retired from a government job. ) It so happened, he was transferred to our state. Hubby was still trying to convince me it was Ok to fuck another guy, but I did not get into it, yet. We had dinner with Spyman & that was when I realized I could do this Fuck other Guy thing--when 3 hot military guys came into the restaurant. I had on a short skirt, that Spyman was enjoying my legs, as was one of the military guys. The hottest of the 3 military guys hit on me when I went to the bathroom, & even though I WANTED to take him to either his room or a bathroom & get carnal knowledge of him,...I said something stupid & went back to my table so as not to be rude to Spyman.

When hubby was away on a trip, Spyman took me out to dinner & did hit on me--he was not quite what I had hoped for so I said I was not into it & he went home alone, but he never gave up. He kept in contact through the years even though he & his wife were retired & traveling around . So, when they got tired of that, they moved into a house in another state. By this time, he knew I was OK with this cuckolding thing, and that hubby was ok with it. His patience paid off--he flew out to where we live & I met him at a very nice hotel for a weekend. He was thrilled--I sat on the edge of the bed in that red dress pictured here...he leaned back in a chair looking up my skirt & just had a big old Cheshire Cat grin on his face. We spent all afternoon fucking & he was amazed at my openness to just walk around nude.

I was treated like a queen. Lunch, dinner, snacks...fucking...now he is a lover who does not have that "edge" I so like (like the Cowboy, or the hot military guy who hit on a girl who was at a table with 2 men...that kind of ballsiness.) Spyman is a different temperament entirely--very patient & like the song says--he has a slow hand.

When I went home after the weekend, hubby said I looked very relaxed & taken care of. Yes, I was. Spyman used his patience and made sure I was satisfied--he uses a pillow when going down on me, which was new for me (believe it or not) I have found, every lover is so different in style, temperament, technique......you would think fucking is fucking---but oh no---each one is a new adventure to be explored & appreciated for what it is.

Since Spyman lives far away, he flew out here once & I flew out to him once. And now, again, he is coming to my town, ostensibly to visit a family member about an hour from here. Logistics should be interesting--but we are going to do it one way or the other. For this pussy he waited so long for, he'll figure something out for certain!