================================================================ C D E' S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be *vigorously* pursued by the hounds from hell, or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. (These stories were written for *adult* entertainment and should not be accessed by children, or childish people masquerading as adults. ================================================================ TITLE: HONOR OF OUR LOVE AND MARRIAGE - PART 1 (M+/F, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom) TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c December 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(M+/F, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE AUTHOR'S NOTE OF THANKS: To the delightful "real world" couple who were instrumental in my creativity for this story. Story: The Honor of Our Love & Marriage, Part 1 Author: C.D.E. CAST: Wife-Alice Husband-Albert My name is Albert. My wife Alice and I have been married for nine years and have a loving and strong marriage. We have five kids, certainly more than most families have these days. They are ages 3, 4(Twins), 7, and 9. We may be having more, but that depends on what the future holds for us. The number of children we have is due to the steadfast love between my wife and I. We've had many past challenges, and still face daily, new challenges to our deep love from individuals who've sought to break up our marriage over the years. Their efforts started even before our wedding took place. Prior to becoming engaged, Alice and I dated for two years. We were engaged for a year before the wedding. During the entire three years, Alice refused to have sexual intercourse with me. She said it was improper for us to commit fornication prior to getting married. For the two years we dated steadily, there was no sex of any type between us, only steamy petting. Typically after dropping her off at her place after a date, I went home many nights with a tent pole in my pants and blue balls. During this time, she would only let me fondle her breasts through her clothes. I remember her letting me put my hand under her dress only once, and then she'd only let me fondle her hot furry pussy for a few moments. After I put a two-carat engagement ring on her finger, she finally exposed her very delectable tits to me and allowed me the profound pleasure of handling and sucking on her mammary endowments. She knew I was a virgin, and wanted me to remain that way until our wedding night. However, to suppress my pleading to help me end the curse of my virginity - at least that was my opinion of it anyway - she came up with the idea of me performing oral sex on her and me stroking my prick for sexual satisfaction. I'd seen pictures of guys giving head to women, but never had the opportunity to do it before. I confessed the same to Alice. "I haven't experienced receiving head either Albert darling, so this will be a first for me also. However, let me show you how I think you should do it. C'mon, lets get you on your knees while I take off my panties." I was very excited at being able to see her pussy for the first time. She indeed was a true blond. Through her careful tutelage, I was eating my first hair pie, and my, was it very tasty. The musk flavored taste combined with her pleasurable moans and sighs, and the clamping of her shapely thighs around my head was a most pleasant environment for me to be in. I never dreamed sucking pussy could be so delightful. She held my head to her blond crotch ever so tightly until she had a very rousing orgasm. I was so proud of myself for having tongued and sucked her so well. While she was in the midst of her orgasmic afterglow, she looked at me dreamily and asked if I needed relief. Of course my prick was aching somewhat fierce. "Please take it out darling. I'd like to see you jerk off for me." She said sweetly through dreamy eyes. She heeded me on even when it was apparent I was somewhat embarrassed to do so in front of her. However, with my aching need and looking at her luscious blond bush, I soon got over it and was stroking away as she urged me on. She seemed rather excited for me also. That made me feel good too as I shot off my heated load. Finally about three months before the wedding, she finally started handling my prick and would occasionally jerk me off for my much-needed relief from being aroused by her exceptional beauty. Alice was a solid "10" in anybody's book. Our initial meeting was at a medical office, where she worked as an administrative assistant. I met her when I went in for a routine physical. As I was writing a check for the office visit, she gave me her name, phone number and asked me to call her that evening. I was shocked beyond belief that the vivacious blond before me was taking even a second look at me, not to mention giving me her phone number without me asking for it. I was literally dumbfounded and in a mild state of shock and euphoria, simultaneously, at this wonderful and totally unexpected event in my rather uneventful daily routine. I counted the minutes until a suitable time to phone her that evening. We started dating the next week. It wasn't until six months later that she revealed what first attracted her to me. It was because I was a 24-year-old virgin. She'd read my medical file. Somewhere in it, the doctor wrote down something to the effect I'd never engaged in intercourse. She later told me that after getting to know me, she fell in love with my easy going, unassuming personality, and optimistic outlook on life. She confessed she wasn't a virgin due to a few silly high school romances. "Albert, promise me you'll never cheat on me and remain just as sweet as you are now." She said to me the night we had our first passionate kiss, which was two months after our first date. It was official then that we were going steady. I was floating on air for days after that. During the three years prior to our getting married, I never spent as much time as I really wanted too with her. The primary reason was that she was trying to break off, in a gentle manner, relationships with four men she said she had been casually dating before we started going steady. She and I usually dated on Wednesday nights and Sunday evenings. Since the days after each of our date days were workdays, our dates never lasted longer than 10:30 each night. She was busy during the rest of the week trying to slowly break the news to her other men friends. She told me how aggressive they were and that it would just have to take time to wean them away from the relationships. I offered my assistance, but she told me that she must be courageous and do it herself. She eventually showed me photos of the four. They were rather handsome and all looked athletic and tall. Their names were Ken, Kyle, Bob, and Ron. The most shocking thing was that Ken and Ron were black. Mind you, I'm not prejudice, but I was just surprised that Alice, with her obviously demur personality would be dating black men - two rather handsome well built athletic ones at that. Kyle had dark black hair and Bob was a red head. After looking at their pictures, I wondered what she saw in me. They had it all over me any day of the week, for I was only five-seven, 125 pounds and nowhere as good looking as these guys. They all looked like rugged male models. "Looks aren't everything Albert darling." Was Alice's reply to me when I asked why me, and not one of them. That made me feel so much better. Not being overly aggressive, I had difficulty in asking how things were going in her weaning off her other boyfriends, especially since Alice seemed sensitive about me asking once before. That was after she went away on a weekend trip with one of them. I think it was with Ken. "I'm working on it darling, don't worry." Her sexy voice put me at ease. However, when she next broke two of our scheduled dates because she was going away for a week long cruise with Ron, I began to worry that she was indeed having difficulty in letting them know about us. Her seriousness in breaking off her relations with the guys plagued me for the whole time we were dating, and into our engagement. Yes, she was still dating them even when we were engaged. She still was going away on weekends with them up until two months before the wedding. About seven weeks before the wedding, she let me know that she'd finally got it over to them that they were history, and that she and I were the current event. I'm glad she finally got them convinced. For this had gone on long enough and I was about to put my foot down. To formally let them know about us, she had them meet us at a relatively expensive, but favorite restaurant of ours, for dinner. She introduced them to me for the first time. Their pictures did them justice. They were just as muscular and handsome as their photos. To say I was psychologically intimidated by them, would be an understatement. However, it was a cordial evening and each one congratulated me on being the lucky guy to get the prize, Alice that is. As a means of celebrating, they decided to give her a bachlorette party. Of course, I wouldn't be invited. They set it up for the following Saturday night. The four left Alice and I at the restaurant and thanked me for inviting them to join us for dinner. I was a bit upset that my fiancee gave each a rather passionate goodbye kiss as they each lined up to kiss her goodnight. Others in the restaurant also watched with surprise also. Particularly not only the extent of their kisses, but the fact that two of the men were black drew obvious attention. Sitting beside her, it was rather apparent that each kisser's tongue probed the inside of her sweet mouth, as they each gave her what I considered indecent French kisses. To add insult to injury, little did I know that Alice had told them I was picking up the tab. My credit card took a wallop that evening. "Albert darling, I think it was worth it so the guys now formally know I belong to you totally. Plus, they now know that you don't skimp when it comes to making me happy." The last part of her statement had to do with her former boyfriends' concern that I couldn't keep her happy or that I loved her as much as they did. "I assured them that you would keep me happy and that you loved me more than either one of them." Even though it eventually took me three months to pay off the bill, her sweet sexy voice and words of praise convinced me it was a good investment. However, aside from that, I was pleased that things were heading in the right direction for us. Now everything was clear for my dream girl to become my wife. The wedding went off with out a hitch and we had a wonderful honeymoon in Puerto Rico. A slight irritation was that Alice was not on the pill and presented me with a large box of condoms on our honeymoon. I had so desperately wanted to get into her juicy pussy, skin to skin, with only cunt juice between us. However, even with the latex barrier, she was very hot and wet. In order to give her the full pleasure she expected and needed, I had to use my lips and tongue far more than my prick, which she smiled at as she mentioned how cute my "little fellow" was. She said that often during our honeymoon. Upon returning home we went about the business of setting up house and began the routine of being married. Now that we were husband and wife, there were many questions I wanted to ask of my new bride that I was uneasy about asking before. I wanted to know more about her relationships with Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron during the three years before our marriage. However, before I could get around to asking her, she let me know that the guys had been coming around to see how marriage life was treating us. They first started coming while I was at work. Alice had been looking for a new job and wasn't currently working. I thought that was nice of them, but I finally got up the nerve to her to tell them that it might be more appropriate if they came by when I was home. "I do believe you're jealous darling. I like that. That means you really are in love with me." She said as she kissed me on the cheek. I liked her playful ways. "Anyway, I've invited them all over tonight. They should be here in about a half hour. I wanted them to know about something special for us." "Special? What?" "That we're going to have a baby." She cooed as she formed her arms into a cradle and pretended to be rocking an imaginary infant. "W-What!" I surprised myself at how loud I cried out. "Yes darling, I'm almost six weeks pregnant." "S-Six weeks! W-Why t-that means y-you were preg..." at that point I realized I'd married a pregnant bride. I became speechless. She went on to let me know that the blessed event happened at the bachlorette party her four previous boyfriends had given her. She didn't know it until she got there that she was to be the only attendee, other than them. She also revealed that she didn't know which one of the four was the father. "They all thought that it would be a good way to get our family started. However, the real reason they persuaded me to let them inseminate me was that they thought it would be a good way to see if you really loved me as much as I told them you did." She said softly. "What! O-Of course I-I love you Alice, b-but this is- is so unexpected a-and y-you know it's h-humiliating don't you?" "How darling?" "W-Well I mean, y-y-you having a baby from one of them m-makes me a-a... I-I guess you call it a cuckold. Plus w- with you not e-even knowing which one is the father, I- I..." "Not yet, but when the baby is born, we will." She replied matter-of-factly looking at me as if I'd said something totally stupid. "Y-You're going to h-have... w-what if the baby is-is black?" Alice let me know that in no uncertain terms, she'd planed on having the baby even if it turned out to be black, or that my professed love for her wasn't as deep as I had vowed. She quickly wanted to know if I was prejudice. I emphatically let her know I wasn't. With that out of the way we got into such issues as trust and honesty and not holding anything back from each other. "You do have a point darling. I should've told you what happened at the bachlorette party, but would you have still married me?" When I stammered in replying she was quick to capitalize on my hesitant answer. "See! Maybe the guys were right. Maybe your love isn't as deep as you've professed. And to add insult to injury, just a few days ago at the altar, you vowed to accept me for better or worse. Because of your vow, it really shouldn't matter what happened at that party. Anyway, I was only trying to prove the honor of your love, and look at how you're treating me." Before I could respond to her statement, the doorbell rang. Our conversation was interrupted. Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron had arrived with little baby gifts and were congratulating us both. It was such a surreal atmosphere as the four, without shame, in addition to congratulating me, handled my wife as if she was theirs. Unfortunately, she initiated the action and encouraged them to feel her tits and tummy, which had a very slight, barely noticeable protrusion, which I hadn't really noticed before. I was also very upset that they apparently knew about the blessed event before I did. I sat quietly, and totally humiliated, as the guys talked about the bachlorette party and who came how often, and who shot the most cum in my wife's juicy cunt. I couldn't believe my ears. They also placed bets as to which one sired the "bun" in the oven. It was as if I wasn't there. During the discussions that were going on around me, it was clear that if I divorced her, they wouldn't be too unhappy about it. Apparently, they'd convinced my new bride that my love for her wasn't as strong as she said it was. Their implication was that I couldn't weather her having one of their babies. She told them my love was deep and true and that it wouldn't matter. In other words, she accepted the thrown gauntlet to defend my love for her. Even though anyone of the four could've trounced me like a rag doll, I was seething with anger at what was taking place around me. I was fed up and couldn't take it anymore. I decided to act. I summoned enough nerve and asked them politely to leave after they'd been there about 45 minutes. "They're our guests, Albert darling. They're an important part of this since they were responsible for Creating this situation." My wife said in response to my carefully worded invite for the four to leave. "Yeah man, one of us did all the work and you get all the credit. See Alice, he doesn't appreciate you. We told you marrying him was the wrong thing to do. You need a man like me. One who wouldn't worry about whose baby it is, but whether does it make you happy to have it. That's how strong my love is" Boasted Ron in an outspoken manner. "No, I'm the better man for you Alice. I know my love is stronger than the others and your pipsqueak hubby there. A beautiful fox like you can have as many kids as you want from other guys, just as long as you save a little bit of your love for me. Now that's true love." Yelled Bob. Ken and Kyle soon added their rowdy statements to the other "who loved Alice the most" declarations. I soon found myself on the defensive as to whether my love for my new bride was strong as that of her ex-boyfriends. "I-I love her a great deal." I replied to Kyle, when he caught me off guard asking me just how much did I Love my new bride. "See that Alice, he's waffling. He don't love you as much as any one of us." Spoke Bob. "Yeah! Drop the zero and get yourself a hero." I think Ken is the one who shouted that phrase out, for I was so shaken by their words that I became befuddled as I tried to speak amidst their noisy clamoring to let my wife know that each one was the best one for her. However, a common theme was that any of them were better than me. Frustrated that I was not as adroit at throwing out snappy statement as they were, I sat red faced and bewildered at what was going on. "Okay you guys, enough is enough, pipe down!" My wife shouted loudly. "Albert is my husband now. I belong to him. You guys had your chance and didn't take advantage of the opportunity to ask for my hand. I know Albert loves me, and he'll do whatever it takes to show me his love is genuine. So you guys just back off." I was moved by my wife's words and extremely pleased at her timely intervention. I knew the real story now. The guys were intentionally trying to break us up by impregnating my wife. I concluded that even though my beautiful new bride was a willing party to their insemination of her, she did it to prove the strength of my love for her. I was determined not to let her down. After they left, Alice came over and sat on my lap. I felt totally different about us after they left. My anger had not only dissipated, but I'd resigned myself to the fact that in order to keep my new bride, the baby she was carrying was part of the package too. I let her know my feelings. "Alice, I'm sorry for getting angry. I-I better understand what's going on now. They're really jealous of us. They're envious of you marrying me instead of one of them. That's why they talked you into letting them impregnate you at that party. I should've known you were too weak to resist them. After all, it took you almost three years to let them know about us, and convince them you were no longer available." I said in a confident tone. "I'm glad you're so astute honey. I do have a weakness with them." She whispered in my ear as she kissed and embraced me warmly. We talked further about how to deal with her old boyfriends in the future, if they dropped by to interfere with our marriage. As we did so, I thought to myself of one consolation that came out of all this. That at least now, I could put it in my new bride, unencumbered by rubber, since she was now pregnant. I told Alice that in order to let Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron know that they couldn't break up our marriage we had to come up with a strategy. It was her idea for us to practice a non-violence political technique called aggressive passiveness and assertive non-interference. "What?" I asked. "It's simply a technique where you ignore or play along with what your political adversary does. You do so to let them see that what they're doing doesn't phase or deter you. In turn, when they determine that it's a useless expenditure of their time and resources, they give up interfering with you." I marveled at the simplicity, yet brilliance, of what she said. However, I didn't like the way this policy of aggressive passiveness and assertive non-interference was going to be carried out. First of all, it would entail me ignoring their lascivious lusty sneaky ways of trying to break us apart. By doing so, they would see that I was not getting frazzled or wasting my time worrying about their silly antics. Instead, it would show that I was secure in my manhood and had no reservations about the love my wife had for me. Additionally, my non-interference with them would demonstrate the solidity and strength of our marriage, no matter what they did. On the other hand, Alice was to eagerly give into their demands and permit them to have their way with her as proof of the depth of my unselfish love and trust of her. I wasn't happy about her idea, but Alice seemed to think it would work effectively. I didn't have anything better to offer, so I very reluctantly agreed to try it out. Besides, she'd already set the initial groundwork for the strategy by letting her former boyfriends impregnate her. "Darling, I'm so glad I married a man who understands intelligent tactics and stratagems. And thank you for loving me so. I don't know what I'd do without you." Alice said as she kissed me and praised my agreeing to her plan. Over the next few months, Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron dropped by our home, usually unannounced, including when I was home. They'd come in and made themselves at home. It was not unusual for one of them to have my wife sit on their lap. They'd raise her maternity top to check on her swelling tummy, while she and I were watching TV. It bothered me a bit when any of the four started doing that. They also did other things including caressing her belly, fondling her heavy swollen tits, and fingering her cunt. However, I soon got accustomed to their actions since it was happening so frequently. Until she had to stop having sex in the eight month, it was not unusual for them to lead her by the hand to our bedroom and fuck her while I was left watching TV or reading the newspaper. Sometimes, especially on Friday nights and the weekend, all four of them would be there together, at all hours of the night and day, to check on her and to fuck her in the process. Often, those waiting their turn to be with her, would carry on small talk with me as one or more of them would be in the master bedroom fucking my wife. Alice told me I would get use to this technique of aggressive passiveness and assertive non-interference. I was amazed at how right she was. Soon I was desensitized at my wife essentially being their slut. I think I could see it in the mood and faces of her former boyfriends that they took her for granite as being an easy piece of ass. She said, because of that, they'd soon get tired of her and stop coming over altogether to fuck her. I was hoping it would be sooner than later. "Look at the bright side darling, with all the help you're getting, you haven't had to work your tongue as much. Have you?" She said smiling as she pecked me on the cheek. I could only blush and softly reply that she was right. It hurt a bit to know that her former boyfriends didn't have to eat her pussy to get her off, like I did. They were very skilled cocksmen. She told me so. In fact they didn't suck her cunt at all. "Don't be silly dear, just think of it as another reason that they know they can't take me away from you darling. It shows them that you're willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. They aren't willing to give a commitment like that." She replied, when I told her how bad I felt about her telling them I had to eat her muff to satisfy her, and that they were far better in the prick department than I. Her words were a needed boost to my fracture ego. My wife delivered a 7-pound boy who looked just like Kyle. He won the pot they'd put up for the bet. I thought it was nice of him to split it with me. Not that I'm prejudice, but I felt relieved that the baby was white. I'd been on needles and pins the whole time Alice was pregnant, worried about the problem of having to deal with us having to explain my wife having a black baby. After my wife returned from the hospital and we were getting use to the routine of having a new baby in the house, Ken, Kyle, Bob, and Ron would drop by to see Kyleton, which my wife named him. She said naming him after the biological father would send a signal to her former boyfriends. The indication being that we weren't afraid of others knowing they'd convinced her to get pregnant by one of them, since it was with the intent that it'd ruin our marriage, which it didn't. She let me know that we were a solid partnership and that nothing her former boyfriends did, would break her love for her husband or cause her to leave me. Her strong words of resolve really boosted my self-esteem. Alice got her figure back in no time by exercising and dieting. She looked as beautiful as ever. This just added fuel to the fire for Ken, Kyle, Bob and Ron. It was not unusual for them to convince her to get all dolled up and go out with one, or all, of them on the town to prove that I didn't love her enough to let her have such freedom. I wanted to get a babysitter and go along with them, but my wife wouldn't hear of it and insisted I stay home. "I'd feel so much better if you cared for our son while the fellows require me to go out partying as part of their silly antics in saying you don't love me enough to let me do so. Plus, if they know you're here doing that, they'll know you're more of a man than any of them are." My chest automatically rose with pride as my wife praised me while her four former beaus watched and listened. I was holding Kyleton in my arms at the time. She gave he and I each a quick, but loving, light peck on our foreheads. She did it in a way so as not to disturb her beautiful makeup. She then said goodbye and walked out the door with Kyleton's real father and her three other former boyfriends. ANOTHER BUNDLE OF JOY I was still using condoms as my wife was still not using the pill and she didn't like using a diaphragm. Our son was four months old when she told me the news. "The fellows kept telling me that they knew for sure your love wasn't deep enough for me to have another of their babies. And I said you were. They said I was bluffing and threw down the gauntlet again. Albert, as I was defending the honor of your love for me, as well as our marriage, I let Ken, Bob, and Ron have me unprotected tonight. They will continue to sex me until I test pregnant. It was decided that since Kyle had already fathered Kyleton, he would be excluded this time. Kyle of course, like you, will have to use rubbers until I'm confirmed pregnant." I wasn't pleased that the guys were starting a new offensive at trying to break Alice away from me. I was very pleased at her defending my honor and love for her. I just didn't like the way it was being done. I was also worried about the black white thing too. Here again, not because I'm prejudice, but that I didn't want to have to deal with the hassle of having to face the problem of my wife delivering a black baby. She tested pregnant about six weeks later. Again the guys formed a pool of money as they bet on who was the real father. Again as before, they went through the ritual of coming by to feel up and grope my wife as she began to swell up in a mother-to-be way. They of course sexed her up until the doctor told her to stop having intercourse prior to delivery. My wife really put her best on the outside as she accommodated their demands for frequent sex. She said she wasn't happy about letting them fuck and sex her so wantonly, but she felt she had to let them know that they couldn't break us apart with their sexy looks, robust sexual stamina, and big cocks. Again I was on needles and pins as I waited for the delivery date. "Honey, you shouldn't worry in the least about our baby being black. If I have a little chocolate drop of joy, it will further demonstrate even more so that you love me." My wife said in reply to my concern about our newest family addition possibly being black. This time Alice delivered a girl. It was clear that it was Bob's child since he was the only red head. Alice named our new daughter Bobbie Jean. Again, I was relieved that at least the baby was white, even if not mine. I was sure the four guys would finally leave us alone, now that it was abundantly clear, Alice and I were strong enough to handle all of their thwarting attempts to interfere and weaken our unshakable marriage. However, it didn't stop them from doing tawdry, raunchy silly things like calling me to give messages to my wife from them. If they couldn't reach me directly at the office, or home, they'd leave messages on our home answering machine for me to call them back. "Dear, you know if you don't return their calls they're going to take it as a sign of weakness." My wife advised me when I told her I wasn't going to dignify their silly actions by making return calls to them. To make sure that I wasn't afraid of them, I did as my wife advised and returned every one of their calls and even, at her insistence, gave them my cell phone number. Even though it showed them I wasn't intimidated by them, it did cost me to take their calls on my cell phone. That really bothered me, but my wife thought it was worth the costs. An example of one of their messages would be: "Hey Al old buddy, give your slut wife a message for me, will ya? Tell her, no panties, no bra, I'll pick her up at nine. Also, don't wait up for her. And by the way, lay out that dark blue micro mini dress for her to wear... you know, the thigh high one I bought her that has a hemline that's even with the bottom of her pussy." As you can see, such messages were meant to be emotionally inflammatory and cause me to be jealous as well create a rift in our loving marital relationship. They didn't achieve their objective. In fact, in regard to my wife's dates with her antagonistic old boyfriends, she even asked me to help her prepare for them. I at first thought it was just an additional bitter pill for me to swallow in this whole unfortunate matter, but my wife kept reminding me we had to fight the battle the way we were doing. "Dear, I know you may get a little weary being in the roles of a baby sitter to our kids and a housekeeper too, when the fellows insist I go out with them. But honey, it also means a great deal to me for you to be a part of giving me emotional support too, as I prepare to do battle with them. Just knowing you're helping me get ready for my dates with them, even though it's so they can have their way with me, really helps my mental outlook and morale to keep fighting the battle." I didn't want to cause my wife's morale to decline, so I acted like a good soldier and did what I could to assist her. She had me doing such things as paint her nails, brushing her hair, cleaning or polishing her high heels, or selecting sensuous sheer undergarments or a sexy dress for her to wear. I also occasionally had to iron a blouse or dress for her while she would be showering, especially if one of the old boyfriends called and only gave her a short time to get ready for a date. In addition to the above, I'd already been doing what she lovingly referred to as her "pussy barbering". That is keeping her natural blond pussy bush neatly trimmed and shaped. Another thing she required me to perform, which sort of grew into a ritual before she left on any of her dates with the four guys, was me kneeling, saying "I loved her" and kissing her cunt. She said that really boosted her morale each time I did that. She seems to have this sparkle in her eyes each time I looked up from my kneeling position after kissing her manicured cunt as she wished. TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 Comments? Contact CDE at ccwriter@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ The Kristen Archives