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It amazes me that there are so many divorces. If more couples would just sort things out there would be no need for breaking up happy loving relationships. It seems people who profess to be in love with each other often breakup over the most trivial things. I even heard of a couple divorcing because one of them preferred the toilet tissue roll to be placed on the bathroom fixture one way and the other wanted it to roll the other way. How silly.

However, the biggest culprit in breakups seems to be one spouse being jealous or distrustful of the other spouse, usually husbands distrusting the actions of their wives with others. But I understand how it can happen. Especially if both parties are not ready for a heavy commitment as marriage. Marriage is based on give and take. Many people don't realize that there may not be equal giving and taking for each spouse. One spouse may have to accept more responsibilities than the other in order to keep the marriage rock solid.

Take for example the situation between my wife Diana and me. She trusts me and I her. It's the hallmark of our deep love for each other and the cornerstone of our marriage.

I trust her to be the independent free spirit she is. Sure, she goes out with other guys, but when she's through skylarking, bar hopping, partying, etc. with them, I trust her to come home. She hasn't failed me yet. On the other hand, she trusts me to be there when she comes back. She made me promise her that I'll always be faithful and always be there for her. She's promised me that she'll always return. Now that's the kind of trust more marriages need.

We are approaching our eighth anniversary. We have four wonderful c***dren. Jackson, age 8 - our mischievous redhead son; Julie age 6 - our blond "Barbie doll" daughter; Samantha, age 4 - she keeps a beautiful tan year round; and Randall, age 2 - our newest family member, who so much favours his Italian ancestry.

Another thing that robs the love out of a marriage is confrontation. My wife and I have agreed that we would try to avoid confrontation as much as possible with each other. We even added that to our wedding vows. Promising to avoid finger pointing and assigning blame, but rather working to solve the problem.

"Dan darling, I knew for sure I really was in love with you when you went down on me the night of the Centerville football game. Remember?"

We'd been married about two years and were looking at a love story on TV, when my wife brought up the topic of when she first fell in love with me. I was just about to respond, but she resumed talking before I could speak.

"It was the evening you'd picked me up at the school after we'd returned on the school bus from Centerville. You ate me out so beautifully. I just knew I was head over heels in love with you after you didn't say a thing when I revealed that you'd just lapped and sucked up the cum of the three guys who I'd made out with before you came to pick me up."

"Err, well Diana, you know I loved you, but the other reason was that I was very inexperienced sexually, uh, far less than you at the time. Remember you told me you were all wet and sticky because you were thinking of me? So I-I really didn't know that wasn't the real reason your pussy was so juicy, gluey, raw and puffy." I replied, with a slight blush.

"I did mislead you, but when you told me my kiss was very flavourful, I got this sudden urge to have you do me. Remember me telling you that if you liked the flavour of my kiss, you'd love the taste of my pussy?"

I nodded to her.

"Well the truth is, besides getting laid on the bus three times - you know, by Ricky, Jack, and George - Coach Hudson also talked me into giving him a blowjob before I came out to meet you."

"Y-You mean I-I..."

"Yes honey, you had a cum flavoured kiss, courtesy of him."

"But Diana, w-why didn't y-you ever do t-those things for m-me? We did have a serious relationship, e-even though you were dating others."

"It was because I loved you Dan. If I didn't love you, I would've given you blowjobs or let you put it in like the other guys. You would've lost respect for me and taken me for granite as an easy piece whenever your dick got hard - just like most of the guys did. No, Dan, I wanted it to be special for us. That's why I wanted you to jack off for me and wait on our wedding night for us to have intercourse, and not before.

"You were very, very special to me Dan darling and you made me feel so good when you ate me out that night. I couldn't help but fall in love with you, especially after you raved about how delicious my pussy tasted when you slurped up all my love goo. You really vacuumed my pussy good. In fact, you were the only guy to really suck my pussy. Sure a couple of guys kissed it before putting their meat to me. But you did it upright. Because of that, I decided then and there that only you and I would share such a special pleasure. From that night on, I promised myself that you would be the only one I let suck my pussy, and especially so after I got fucked by other guys. That's why I got your sworn promise before I told you what you really tasted."

"I-I didn't know you were even having sex with guys. I just wished you'd let me know t-that's what you were doing b-before you got me to promise and swear that I'd do that for you anytime you wanted me to."

"Well if I'd done that, you and I may not have been together now. And also, I'd be wearing somebody else's name. No Dan honey, I think telling you later, after getting your irrevocable promise, helped us bond our relationship and marriage much tighter."

I couldn't argue with her on that. But anyway, I did grow fond of her used dripping twat, even though I never admitted it to her again. Since she wouldn't permit me regular sex, it was a way of me being intimate with the girl I loved. However, after knowing what her love goo really was, I'd cringe whenever I'd see or walk pass one the guys whose jism I knew I'd eaten out of her luscious snatch. She has held me to this teenage promise all these years. Unfortunately, she knew when I made a promise, I stuck to it.

After that incident in our senior high days, a pattern was set. Our relationship pretty much became confrontation free and we were able to have a tight, though somewhat non-conventional loving relationship and eventual marriage.

It was obvious that the woman I loved needed other men. Men who were better endowed, I might add. However, I gave her something they couldn't. That was the exhilarating feeling she got from me eating her creampies.

I was still hopeful that Diana would eventually finish sowing her wild oats, so to speak, that is outgrow her need for other men and that her love for me would cause her to become focused on just me.

It's still a bit a bit humiliating for me knowing that I'm eating her lover's jism, but after all, marriage is give and take right? She takes their cum and gives it to me. I in turn give her a feeling that she says no one else can. She says by my doing this for her, I'm putting my love in action. I do love her and need her in my life even if this is what she requires of me. I'm almost sure I couldn't have won her over otherwise. More about that later.

We have worked this all out over the years so our marriage is pretty much confrontation free on this and other matters.

The first real test of our anti-confrontation vows came on our wedding night after we had blissful sex.

"Darling, it's better we deal with the problem than worry about how or why it happened." My wife said to me after she revealed that she was pregnant by one of her old boyfriends.

Even though thoroughly shocked at her revelation, I was at a loss for words. All I could think of was to ask if she planned to have the baby.

"Yes darling, I want to have Jack's baby for us." She went on to tell me how pretty his baby would look with her looks and Jack's handsome rugged features.

I asked if she'd intentionally got pregnant. You see, Jack was not one of my favourite people. He and I just didn't get along that well in school. He was always taunting me about my manhood and what a wimp and sissy I was. It was bad enough I had feasted on his jism from my fiancée’s pussy before we became engaged, but now to have her carrying his c***d was even worse.

"No darling, it was actually his idea. He had me get off the pill. He thought it would be a great wedding gift for us, since he said he didn't have much money for anything valuable. So I thought that was nice of him to offer such a thoughtful and really priceless gift for us. Our first baby." My new bride said with dreamy eyes as she cuddled up to me as we laid there in the bridal suite.

I was at a loss for words as well as what to do about this situation.

"Darling, I probably should've told you about his gift while we were making it, but he thought it better to be a surprise for you." Said my beaming new bride as we talked about the "gift" my high school nemesis had given to us.

"Darling, they say confession is good for the soul. So now that we're married and promised to be devoted to each other, I must let you know that even though I never fed you creampies during our engagement - you know to show you I was being faithful to you - I obviously wasn't. I was having sex with several guys. Jack is just the one who convinced me to get pregnant. I know it was somewhat wrong dating other guys, but I needed their big cocks and I needed you. I know you wanted me to be happy and I needed those big cocks to be happy. I really missed sharing those moments I had with the guys with you - that is by letting you taste the results of them screwing me - but I didn't want to give you any reason not to make me your wife, even though I often wanted to feed you my creampies. Even though you say you don't, I really think you like eating them."

Diana sounded so sincere in her confession as I gave her an incredulous look. Even though I'd been tricked and utterly humiliated, the wonderful look in her eyes and her expression of need for me caused my anger to subside - to even my own amazement.

We talked on and on into the night. I will remember our wedding night as basically setting the pattern of rules of behaviour for the remainder of our marriage.

My new bride revealed very candidly that even though she truly loved me, she would need to have sex with men who had large penises. She said if I truly loved her, I would agree to this.

I tried to express myself without being confrontational, but I just wasn't having much luck.

"Dan, are you being confrontational?" My new wife of a few hours sternly said with a raised voice as I tried to discern how we should or could explore other options, such as therapy for her where other guys wouldn't have to be involved or have sex with her.

"You are too being confrontational! And to think, just this afternoon, you swore not to be that way in front of several dozen people. You are a sham! And to think of all the trouble I've gone through to make this a happy occasion. I got pregnant from jack for us. I had to secretly slip around behind your back and have sex with different guys and pretend I was faithful to you during our engagement of 5 months. Just imagine, five months of not having you slurp up their hot jism from my wet cunt. You don't know how much agony I went through not feeling your mouth on my creampies. It's just not the same having you suck my pussy with no dick cream in it. If I knew you were going to act this way, I wouldn't have married you."

I worked to calm my new wife down and could see that she was indeed upset at my questioning of her actions. In spite of all that'd happened, I was now worried about losing my new wife, especially since she mentioned over and over the possibility of an annulment and the talk of her getting an abortion if that happened, since I wasn't man enough to be the daddy of another man's baby.

"I... SOB!...I've got to go... SOB!... somewhere and think... SOB!...." My new bride cried out as she hurriedly dressed and ran toward the door sobbing.

All alone in the large bridal suite, I felt lonely without her already. By the time I threw on pants and a shirt and went looking for her, I couldn't find a trace of her. It was then I decided to enlist the aid of my best man, and best friend, Jacob. He was staying at the same hotel, as were other members of the wedding party.

When I reached his room and was about to knock on the door, out stepped he and Diana.

"Just the person we were coming to see." He said as I stood there with my curled hand raised to knock on his door.

"Dan, I can't believe you're treating Diana this way... and on your wedding night too. C'mon. Let’s go back to your suite and talk about this."

I was not only speechless but dumbfounded at his attitude and his words. He walked with his hands around the waist of my new bride and I walked in a daze besides them. Jacob was a smart guy in school but also a handsome jock. He was intelligent and got along with everybody. I couldn't help but envy him for his combined physical and intellectual ability.

As we walked, I discovered the reason he and Diana were coming back to our suite. Jacob's girlfriend was asleep and he didn't want to awaken her. Between the heavy sex he'd given her and the wine she'd consumed, she was out like a light.

Jacob and Diana seemed rather chummy as he comforted her on our short walk back to the bridal suite. They never seemed to have much to say to each other before. That was strange in a way, since he was just the type of guy Diana seemed attracted to when she was dating me and bringing me her love nest filled with other men's sperm.

"Dan, I can understand why you may be surprised at what Diana has told you, but not wanting to accept your responsibility as a new husband and daddy is beyond belief. I thought for sure you were more honourable than that."

"W-What!" I blurted out in disbelief at what he'd just said.

"Dan, Diana came to crying her eyes out because you are being confrontational after you swore in front of the minister and the public that you wouldn't. I can't believe that. Is it true? Tell your best friend it's not."

I rambled on trying to give Jacob my side of the story and to understand what seemed like double talk from him. Diana added her two cents worth from time to time, as we three discussed the whole situation. It was then that I discovered that Jacob, while my best friend had known what a slut Diana was before I met her and that he indeed had fucked her several times too. But that didn't stop him from trying to mend our current rift.

"Dan, I know what I'm going to say will bruise your ego, but you really don't have what it takes to please a fine woman, and an excellent piece of ass, like Diana here."

I was shocked and wide eyed at my best friend's words. Diana seemed rather pleased at his words and was blushing and smiling in delight.

"You can give her great emotional love, but you lack the equipment and skills to give her the real physical love she needs. Your five incher just won't do it. Sure your tongue does a great job, but she needs more than that. You know that. She needs a real cock that can drive her the distance and fill up her garage. Plus I know she loves to have the bottom of her pussy touched. Understand?"

Still speechless at his candour, I could only nod that I understood his analogy.

"So it's not her fault you can't give her the manly things she needs. Therefore, since you're only able to give part of what your new wife needs, there should be no lack of honour on your part of not getting in her way as she seeks and gets the other portion of sex you can't provide. An honourable husband would support his wife in this endeavour just as you did when you were dating. Yes you should not only continue sucking her cum filled pussy as you've done before, but not be upset over the fact that she was inseminated by another man."

"Dan, honey, I truly love you. We were meant for each other, but like Jacob said, I occasionally need other men that can dive deep and swim the distance, unfortunately you can't." Diana added as I had to accept another humiliating metaphor being dumped upon me. I sat silent.

"And Dan, her having another man's baby should not be a crisis for confrontation. It should be a time of joy, especially since the other man is not laying claim to the c***d. Its clear Jack wants the baby he planted in Diana to call you daddy. You should be ashamed for not accepting the gift in the spirit in which it was intended."

Jacob was in law school and it showed. However, as he and I and Diana talked, he did persuade me that I did need and love my new wife in spite of her promiscuous faults, and that I should've understood that she wasn't going to change overnight. I let them both know that I had reconsidered my position and that I would not be confrontational or seek a divorce or annulment. They both seemed pleased at me telling them that.
However, they both became enraged when I suggested that my new bride should seek therapy for her sexual addiction to other men and their heavy duty equipment.

"After all, size is not a significant issue in a man satisfying a woman sexually. It's just an emotional state of mind." I added.

The look on Diana's face in response to my statement was obviously that of anger. Jacob also had a hostile facial expression. Easily intimidated, I was instantly cowed when they both stood and approached the chair where I sat.

"You don't get it do you Dan? Therapy ain't gonna help you keep this good woman. This is!"

Jacob shouted at me as he pulled out his rather large 7 inch plus cock.

"Get over here Dee and get my dick hard so I can show my friend, and your pipsqueak husband, what kind of therapy you need. And don't get up! If you do, I'm gonna leave my fist print on your face!" Jacob yelled as he directed the last part of his statement at me.

I sat frozen to my seat. To say I wasn't scared would be a lie. Jacob was quite muscular and capable of knocking me out cold without even trying.

My new bride had a smile on her face as I sat and timidly watch her grasp and slowly lick Jacob's fine specimen of manhood. She had yet to place her lips on my much smaller prick. Not only did I have to watch her sensuously lap and noisily suckle his well formed cock to an erect state, my fear of having to watch her get fucked by him in my presence was realized as he directed her to the bed and into position to receive him.
Again my best man warned me not to move as he placed himself between her shapely parted legs and positioned the head of his large golf ball size swollen dickhead at the entrance of my new bride's pretty pouting pussy lips.

When hard, Jacob's dick was well over eight inches long and rather thick. He had to be almost two inches in diameter. I had to admit his cock looked impressive even if posed to fuck my new wife.

My humiliation was great. There was absolutely nothing I could do except watch the scene unfolding before me.

"OH yeeeeesssss! That feeeels soooo goood! OOOOHHHHH! Yesssss!" Diana cried out as Jacob began to push his truncheon of hard flesh in her beautiful gash.

In no time they were fucking like two a****ls in heat while I was relegated to the sidelines to watch. In no time I had an involuntary erection, which surprised me since it usually takes me time to recharge for sex.
"SLURP!... SLAP!... SLURP!... SLAP!... SLURP!... SLAP!..." The persistent, but unique sound of their coupled wet genitals meeting and separating seemed to fill the room. My best man and new bride functioned as well lubricated machines. As I watched, I was cuckolded not only on my wedding night, but it occurred in my wedding bed.

I'd heard of men having staying power, but this blew my mind as my friend and best man, fucked my new bride for over a half hour straight before giving her his load. I counted four orgasms for her over the half hour. Each seemed louder than the last. I had to be impressed, considering he'd already fucked his girlfriend several times earlier that night.
I was also impressed how much of his big tool Diana took in her cunt. His point was well made. If she delighted in being deep fucked, I was no match and neither was therapy a substitute for a big long hard dick for her. As they both came tumbling down from their sexual peak and lay tightly together for a few moments before stirring, I almost wanted to applaud them for their performance. I had been totally intimidated, humiliated, humbled, and put well in my place by these two. However, the strange thing is that it seemed proper for them to have done this to me. I was truly perplexed at my emotional state of mind. I was mentally exhausted and browbeat from their sexual demonstration.

"Understand better now?" Jacob said looking over at me as I still sat and looked sheepishly at him as he used my formal wedding shirt to wipe the pussy and fuck slime from his softer, but still long and sizeable penis.

After dressing, he had me walk with him to the door. My new bride lay just where he'd got off her, legs parted and her pussy, a slimy mess.
"Dan, she's a good woman. Sure, she's more than you can handle, but that's what friends are for. When I'm around I expect to drop in and fuck her, as does many of the other guys. You don't have to worry about her getting the dicks she needs."

I again looked at my friend as if he was not from this planet. He went on.

"You're the right man for her. You're a wimp, everybody knows that. You know it too. But with her you'll be a wimp with a beautiful wife. Without her, you'd be just a plain, unnoticeable insignificant wimp. How many girls were attracted to you in school other than Diana? Zero right? You were attracted to her and she to you. Therefore, I think you two were meant to be together."

I let him know I understood where he was coming from, but wished it didn't have to be that way.

Reluctantly I shook his outstretched hand to reaffirm that our friendship was still intact, in spite of his fucking demonstration and threats to me.

After a few more words of advice, he departed to his room by saying "You married some good pussy there, and should be proud she's carrying your name. She'll make you a good wife and will be a good mother too."

"I saw you shaking hands, does that mean you're still friends?" My wife said as I returned to the bed where she was still laying on her back, legs open and one hand holding her loose pussy lips closed.

"Yes, we're still friends, even though I don't think it'll be like it was before." I replied as I sat on the side of the bed looking at my new bride's magnificent exposed tits, which still had Jacob's reddish handprints on them.

"It'll be better. He has helped us negotiate our differences and get our marriage off to a good start, don't you think?" She said looking over at and reaching her free hand toward me.

I knew I was too weak to resist going down the path she and Jacob had laid out for me. I held her hand. I knew it sent the signal that I had capitulated in accepting her as she was, and that I would be the type husband she desired. That is, one who is a faithful cuckold. And I should add, one that eats her other men's abundant cum from her adulterous, wet, used, pussy. She soon let me know that was what she wanted me to do next for her.

"Dan sweetie, give me a kiss." My wife cooed sensuously.

I did. I needed it. It was slightly stale and I attributed it to her having suckled Jacob's big member. Nevertheless it was good being close to her again. I didn't feel as lonely as a hour or so before.

"C'mon give me the feeling that no big dick can. I want your mouth on my pussy. No, it's your pussy. I'm carrying your name now. Give your pussy what it needs after another man's big dick has used it."

Without saying a word, I positioned myself to lap up Jacob's spent deposit of semen from my new bride's leaking bushy muff.

This would be the second time that night I'd sucked jism from her pussy. The first time was earlier when trying to get her off after my futile effort to do so with my much smaller and less robust tool. I had to resort to tongue and lips and in the process consumed my own spunk. For some reason, I suspected that me eating my own stuff out of her would not have the same impact as that of another man who'd fucked her.

As I lowered my face into her well fucked sloppy slimy crotch, the joyful smile on her face led me to believe that my suspicion was correct. Her facial expression could only be described as one of ecstasy.

Later, after I had finished my husbandly oral conjugal duty, I was hard again and mounted her for a good minute. I couldn't hold back a second longer.

Her pussy was quite loose form Jacob's much larger tool, but I was thankful for the opportunity to once again to have the pleasure of normal intercourse and come in her.

After shooting my wad, my prick shrivelled. I laid there enjoying the closeness with my slut bride and suckling on her delectable heavenly tits, even though my best friends hand prints were still very evident on the flesh I was mouthing.

I didn't feel slighted when Diana asked me "Are you still in me darling?" For after seeing her in action, I felt even less of a man in her eyes and in a strange way, beholding to her for her loving me and wanting me as her husband. Later, we lay cuddled and drifted off to sleep as newlyweds in love. She went to sleep before me as she lay in my arms. I looked at the beautiful woman that was now my wife and carried my name. As I too drifted to sleep, I mentally thought of what I'd have significant to say about my wedding night years later.

I'd have to remember it as when I lost my virginity. I'd have to write that my new bride married me pregnant with another man's baby in her; another man gave her the best fuck of the night, and I sucked out another man's jism from her well fucked cunt.

VISITS OF THE FATHERS
By the way, during her pregnancy and after the birth of our first c***d, the real father, Jack came by often, even when I was at home. They were usually at my wife's invitation, I might add. These visits were awkward for me, but as my wife said it would, I soon got use to his presence as he shared the growing years of "our" son, including the pregnancy phase.

I had to resign myself to my new bride having a baby from one of the guys I hated the most in senior high. However, as they say, time heals wounds. I had to be civil to Jack. I simply had to overcome negative feelings and not let them interfere with my marriage. Eventually, I had to accept him as a frequent visitor to our home, to our bedroom, and in my wife's pussy. Our first c***d, Jackson, strongly resembles Jack. Diana insisted on naming him after Jack.

It did take some getting use to, Jack caressing her swollen belly and tits right there in front of me as we sat watching TV during his visits. My new wife thought it was good to have him watch her progress through her pregnancy.

I didn't, but I knew she'd accuse me of being confrontational if I said anything to the contrary. Therefore, I went alone with her desire.

Usually, before he left from his visits, he and my wife would say their good-byes in the master bedroom, while I was left to watch TV. After she delivered, I watched "our" son while they said goodbye. Always after their good-byes, Diana would invite me to suck her wet slimy oozing muff that "our" son's father had left her with.

The first time she did this, I was shocked at her behaviour. However, since I'd sworn to a confrontation free marriage as well as my infamous creampie promise, I did as she desired. I put our son to bed and went to our master bedroom and did my duty.

I'm not sure why my lovely wife gets off by having her lover's thick jism sucked out of her tasty, but slimy heated twat. She says it thrills her to know it’s sliding down my throat and being consumed by me. Anyway, I go along with her wanting me to do so.

I always get a chance to have normal intercourse with her afterwards. Sometimes she requires me to tongue out my own cum and sometimes not. However, we are a very loving couple and we both feel we have a relationship that is very strong, stable and built on the highest degree of trust. A trust as I discussed earlier.

Over the years, Diana has had other lovers.

Our other three c***dren are the results of her being fucked by my best friend Jacob and affairs with other lovers. As with Jack, the father of our first born, I share her cunt with Jacob - Julie's real father - the other two real fathers, and an assortment of other men she fucks around with.

Sometime after "our" first c***d was born, Diana let me know that she'd only consider getting pregnant from a man who could get to the bottom of her cunt and directly inject his sperm into her cervix on contact. I knew this was a clear message to me that I would not be fathering any of the c***dren in our marriage. I said nothing when she revealed her impregnation policy to me. She knew I was too weak willed and intimidated by her and the fathers of our c***dren to complain, or confront her or them for that matter. She and they knew, I knew my place.

In fact it was my best friend Jacob who told me he'd beat me up if I didn't be a good daddy to his daughter, who is Julie. He encouraged the other fathers to give me the same message. They are all well built and hunks in their own right. I of course took their warnings seriously.

As you can imagine, with her lovers and all these real fathers visiting from time to time, I'm kept rather busy babysitting as well as tonguing my wife's wet messy pussy after her men leave. The real fathers or her other lovers also take her out on dates or away for the weekend. One time she went on a weeklong cruise. She came back impregnated with our fourth c***d.

My wife has told me it's condom time again for me. I guess that means she's planning on letting one of her lovers inseminate her again.

I overheard her and Sam talking the last time he was here. He's the father of our daughter Samantha. By the way, he's black. He said something about wanting her to have a son for us, from him. It's hard for some guys to keep their wives happy for a sustained period of time, but I believe, with the help I'm getting, I'm doing a pretty good job. Sure, others might say I'm paying a steep price, but I look at it as an investment in a stable long term relationship and marriage. How many of either of those have you seen lately? Additionally, it's not always easy being in a marriage with the responsibilities and pressures I have, in trying to be a good husband and daddy. However, my wife and the real fathers of our c***dren say I'm doing a great job.

Occasionally, I grit my teeth when things get hectic as I remember how I got into this all this and how things could've been different. Yet I remember my vows as a new husband and the advice my best Friend Jacob gave me, on my wedding night after fucking my bride in front of me.

When Jack and Jacob and the other real fathers of our c***dren come by, the k**s know them as "play uncles". The real fathers all seem to exhibit this smirking smile when they refer to me as the daddy of their biological offspring.

My wife also exhibits a similar smile when they say that too.

I do love my wife deeply, and sure, it was upsetting to find out that my new bride had been knocked up by someone else and that I'd never even gotten the chance to put it in her prior to our wedding night. However, from what you've read already, my unassuming nature and mild-mannered personality was probably a factor in my accepting the situation.

MY MOTHER-IN-LAW
Diana's mother is also to be given some credit too. It was her who first told me that sucking her daughter's pussy was the best way to get next to her and woo her away from her other high school dates, who were far more handsome than me.

I tutored Diana in algebra. That's how I came to get close to one of the most popular girls in senior high. That gave me an excuse to go over to her house from time to time. One evening when I came by and Diana was not home, her mother and I had a chance to talk.

She made me blush when she told me she knew I had a crush on her daughter.

"Yes Daniel, I know you really like my daughter, but I know you don't have the looks or equipment to get or keep her attention."

With a more than beet red face, I looked at her strangely, embarrassed and puzzled at how she could tell I had a small cock.

"I bet you want to know how I know?"

In response, I shook my head sheepishly.

"By your basket. Your crotch. There's no sizeable bulge. It's easy to tell you're not hung like the other fellows that take her out. To help me improve my wooing odds, her mother, Mrs. Dawson, started teaching me how to perform Cunnilingus, or the art of sucking pussy. She also swore me to secrecy for teaching me to do this. Therefore I never revealed any of this to my wife Diana or anyone else before. Please don't tell anyone either.

Well anyway, it was exciting to go down on Mrs. Dawson. I couldn't help but get an erection during these secret sessions we had, as I let my lips, tongue and mouth explore her womanly exotic bushy snatch.

"Go ahead and jack off Daniel, it's not good to leave with your little thing aching so." She said the first time she noticed I was sporting a hard-on after my first lesson in pussy eating.

She encouraged, actually more like demanded, I jerk off while I knelt before her.

This became the routine for us at these pussy sucking lessons she taught me. Many times it seemed that my masturbating got her excited too, as she would pull my face back to her "hair-pie" for another sucking session as I was jacking off.

I found that rather pleasant also.

It was so exciting to suckle and mouth her inner pink pussy flesh. It gave me such a thrill to have her hold my head so tightly to her heaving gyrating crotch as she got off on my face. The feeling of having my head held in a thigh lock, with her shapely legs crossed behind my back was rather nice too.

She also taught me breathing techniques and several different positions when sucking pussy.

Mrs. Dawson also introduced me to the concept of a creamy hair-pie. However, I didn't know what it was at the time. Mrs. Dawson also called the gloppy milky goo as love secretions from her pussy. The first time she had me eat it from her, her reddish pink gapping cunt lips was oozing the thick slimy stuff from her warm wet gaping pussy lips. It had a peculiar taste I wasn't accustomed too, but through Mrs. Dawson's guidance I became accustomed and fond of the slimy tasting love secretions.

"Now Daniel, my love secretions are because of my love for my husband, but when Diana gives you her love secretion, you'll know it's true love between you two." Mrs. Dawson's said to me.

I asked her if her husband ate her goo too.

"No, he doesn't Daniel. You see, real men... er, what I mean is that men who have sturdy equipment just see the goo as us women being in heat and ready for a good fuck. They then just take their manly equipment out and fuck us. The goo is just a good lubricant to them. But with you it's a little different. To you it becomes an ambrosia of love. You have to approach the situation a little differently. You have to stick your tongue in where a, uh, well, a real man would otherwise push his dick in."

Mrs. Dawson told me not to become shamed over the label of her not referring to me as a "real man".

"I don't mean to hurt you with words Daniel. That's definitely not my intent. You should not let it bother you for someone to say you're not a real man. We both know the situation. You want my daughter to be yours. There is heavy competition out there. You have to win her over. We both know what you have to do to get there. Don't we?" Processing all she said, I sheepishly nodded my head and accepted the fact that I was competing with "real men" and may have to do things real men wouldn't do in order to be successful.

I had already been sucking her daughter's cunt for a while, before the Centerville game night when Diana gave me what I thought was her love secretions - that is due to her love for me. When I did taste Diana's love goo that night, I was so elated and excited. I ate Diana's reddish pink, gaping, gamy, slimy cunt out ravenously. It was a wonderful moonlight night as I brought her to several orgasms until her pussy was too sensitive for even my tongue to touch. I was so proud of my accomplishment.

Later when Diana informed me what her love goo really was, I was speechless because I knew that her mom had also fooled me too. I had eaten Diana's father's semen from her mom, and now had just eaten the spent sperm of three guys that'd fucked her daughter within the last few hours.

I confronted Diana's mother at our next secret meeting. She knew I was upset at being taken advantage of because of my sexual ignorance.

"Daniel dear, I didn't really lie to you. I just didn't tell you that the goo was not all mine. Yes, a good part of it was my husband's secretions, that are from his balls. But Daniel, don't get upset, I knew you'd eventually find out what was going on. I had to introduce you to eating a creampie made by another man, because for some men to hold onto the woman they love, this will become a necessary part of their love making to keep that woman in their lives. Do you understand now why I had to introduce you to, and help you get acclimated to the taste of used, well fucked pussy?"

Mrs. Dawson's tone was sincere and even motherly, as she talked to me. Even though I'd been tricked, she'd convinced me it was for a good cause. I knew she was correct, and that there was really no need to be angry with her.

"I believe you'd make a great husband for Diana and be a stabilizing influence on her. My husband and I both like you too. Otherwise, do you think I'd be wasting my time doing all I've done for you?"

In the end, I not only apologized to Mrs. Dawson, but thanked her for her faith in me and for all she'd done.

"You're welcomed Daniel. You just be faithful to Diana, stay non-confrontational - which shouldn't be hard for you - and of course, not break your promise to her, that is of sucking her creamy pussy whenever she needs it. You two will be the tightest of lovers."

I asked Mrs. Dawson if it was okay for me to try and get her daughter Diana to have regular intercourse with me, like she was doing with many other guys at school.

"Daniel, you may run the risk of losing her if you do. You have to show and continue proving to her that you are special for her. You have to let her know you're different from the other guys she dates. Sure she'll put out for them cause they`re handsome jocks and that they'll hound the hell out of her for some. She'll also need the feel and action of their large robust cocks and a good long lasting fuck that such men can give a girl. However, you on the other hand, have to play a different tune. You'll sing to her pussy with your mouth. No Daniel, don't try to be like the other guys that fuck her. Your best role is to be the guy that sucks her. My advice is for you to be content to do as she's letting you do now. Eat her out when she brings her cum filled cunt to you, and it's best if you continue jacking off for your relief. Tell her you do that and that you're staying faithful to her. Don't worry, she'll let you know when she's ready for you to put it in."

As usual, Mrs. Dawson still had me eat her out as well as jack off for her at that session too. She and I continued to have our clandestine meetings over the years. She has helped me with other situations in our marriage. Her advice has been invaluable in helping Diana and I keep our solid marriage on track and non-confrontational.

Her guiding theme over the years has been that I should understand that I'm the real husband in the marriage if not the true real man in her, their family, or my wife's eyes.

"Daniel, you may not be the real father of any of the c***dren your wife has had, but you should be pleased that they have your last name, legally yours and that they call you daddy. Even though your wife puts out for many men and bring her cunt full of the experience back for you to taste, or to raise as one of your k**s, she still respects you as her real husband. That is very special and you should be proud of being her loving husband, and her as your loving wife. She always returns to you, no matter how frequent or how long she stays away with her bigger dick handsome lovers. You therefore should respect her highly as your wife, and hold her in high esteem for her good qualities, no matter that others may perceive her as a slut and you as a cuckold."

I value my mother-in-law's wisdom and eloquence.

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