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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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Faithfully Unfaithful

Erotic Letters to My Cuckold

January – June

Copyright, Secret Narrative, 2012

Cover image, ©Konradbak|Dreamstime.com

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

All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author's imagination, and any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The opinions expressed are the author’s own and are not representative of the opinions of the publisher or distributors.

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Contents

Letters to My Cuckold

Monday 10th January

Wednesday 2nd February

Friday 18th March

Monday 21st March

Thursday 31st March

Friday 1st April

Tuesday 26th April

Thursday 12th May

Wednesday 18th May

Monday 30th May

Friday 3rd June

Monday 13th June

Wednesday 15th June

Tuesday 21st June

Friday 24th June

Saturday 25th June

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.

***

There was the time I tried respectability, I met John, and we got engaged, he was much older than me, from out of town and had no idea about my reputation. By that time, I had left college, friends from the early days drifted away, and I’ve never contacted them since. I can never get my head around social networking sites, why do people want to get in touch with ‘friends’ they haven’t seen for years? I lose touch for valid reasons, which rarely change with the passing of time. We all outgrow each other eventually; I’ve always thought it pointless hanging on to something or someone way past ‘use by’ date.

John introduced me to anal sex, he was the first of many to fill my rectum, we used anal as a form of birth control in the beginning, but he awoke in me a penchant for anal sex so strong that we rarely did it any other way. When I wanted him, which was often, it had to be in my arsehole.

The first time he buggered me, we were in his crappy little room, in a crappy little bungalow he shared with two other men. All three were teachers. Goodness knows what they were thinking of, they each had girlfriends who were far too young for them, and even though they dressed everything in an air of respectability, it wasn’t decent at all. But nobody batted an eye, in those days it wasn’t taboo for teachers to date students in the upper sixth, it went on all the time, mostly male teachers with female students, although sometimes a young female teacher with a male student. There were also one or two same sex female partnerships; in fact, relationships now be deemed ‘inappropriate’ were rife.

John and I had been out, I don’t know where and it doesn’t matter. We’d both had quite a bit to drink, but it didn’t prevent him from getting an erection. His cock wasn’t huge, by that, I mean not terribly long, but it was quite thick, and I now know that it was meatier than the average cock. We got onto his bed, he on his back, and I lie on top of him face to face at first, so we could kiss. He had a single bed, and it was actually quite difficult sleeping in it, not that we did much sleeping, in truth, the shared residence was nothing more than a place to fuck.

That night, after a bit of messing around, he positioned me so that I ended up lying on top of him, face up, my back against his chest, my arse nestled against his cock.

“I’m going to stick it in your arsehole,” he said, impaling me with his cock surprisingly easily.