Author note:
This is a CUCKOLD story! If you do not like cuckold stories and choose to read it anyway, then you’re just lying to yourself and are not fooling anyone! If you leave constructive criticism, fine. But if you trash it just because you can. I will remove your comment and have your one-star vote removed as well. So don’t bother.
This is the first of 4 chapters. To all the angst junkies and respectful connoisseurs of cuckold genera, I hope you enjoy the story.
Gone Fishing!
Chapter 1.
Kyle Richardson came from a very conservative family, and the open-minded, free-spirited women he dated in college would have been considered sluts in his parent’s eyes. But he didn’t care what they thought. Kyle was born with good looks and knew how to charm the ladies. He would much rather have an experienced woman that might teach him a thing or two than a virtuous virgin any day.
He’d had his fair share of conquests. One-night stands. Friends with benefits. He even had a few long-term relationships. But they had ended in heartbreak when he found the girl he loved in the arms of another man. And it took a piece of his soul every time.
Still, he had the same dreams that most young men do. He had always assumed that after college, he would get a good job, meet a nice girl, get married, and have two-point-five kids with a mortgage and a picket fence. But from his experiences, he had come to believe he would have to marry a virgin if he wanted a woman that would be true. Kyle was sure that he could be everything she would ever want in a man and never have a reason to stray.
Then a few weeks before he graduated from college, Kyle met Lori.
It was purely a chance encounter at a coffee house near the college campus. They literally ran into each other, and Lori had spilled her (luckily for Kyle) iced coffee down the front of his shirt and pants. She was mortified and began to apologize profusely as he surveyed his soaked clothes, irritated that he would be late for class because of this clumsy girl.
Then Kyle looked into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen, and her apology mumbled to a halt as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Her porcelain skin and lightly freckled cheeks framed by her flaming red hair sent a shudder through Kyle, and he experienced something he had never felt before. Love at first sight!
“H–h-hi, I’m Kyle,” he stuttered.
“Hi, I’m Lori,” she replied demurely and held out her hand, expecting a petite handshake. Without even thinking about it, Kyle brought the back of her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. Something else he had never done before. Lori let out a surprised little chortle, and her face turned as red as her hair.
Kyle insisted that he buy her another iced coffee and asked if she would sit and talk with him. Lori agreed, and they fell into easy conversation as if they had known each other all their lives.
After his last heartbreak, Kyle hadn’t been in the mood to pursue the ladies and had thrown himself into his studies. But as he sat there laughing, joking, and even being serious with this beautiful, smart, witty woman he didn’t care that he was missing class.
Kyle wanted to be with Lori all the time, and he wanted her in the worst way. He was sure that Lori was head over heels about him too, but she would never let him do more than kiss her, and he was getting frustrated.
Lori knew what Kyle wanted and finally confessed that she was saving herself for marriage. He could hardly believe this beautiful woman was a virgin, and Kyle knew in his heart that Lori was the one.
On the day Kyle graduated, he walked off the commencement stage, got down on one knee, and proposed to Lori. She joyfully accepted, and three months later, they were married in a quaint little country church near the farm where Lori grew up.
For their honeymoon, Kyle had booked a three-day weekend in the Presidential Suite of the Ritz-Carlton in New York. Lori had never been to a big city and was in awe of the view from their luxurious suite, high over Central Park. Kyle thought the view was great too. But he couldn’t wait to consummate their marriage. He swept Lori off her feet and carried her to the bed.
Admittedly, he was a little nervous. Kyle had never been with a virgin. He went slowly and was gentle with her. Still, their consummation was awkward, and Lori cried when he took her virginity. Kyle was scared that he had hurt her, but Lori assured him that they were tears of joy as he held her tightly.
Kyle couldn’t have been happier. He had married the woman of his dreams, and they loved each other deeply.
Starting Their New Life
They had never discussed anything sexual during their courtship, beyond Kyle wanting to have sex and Lori denying him. But unbeknownst to Kyle, Lori had experienced her first-ever orgasm (and many more) on their honeymoon, and she had been nearly insatiable ever since. He liked the frequent sex and would gladly make love to Lori as often as she wanted to. Yet, things were still a little awkward as they tried to find a balance and settle into their new life.
One evening while they were cuddling in the afterglow. Kyle offhandedly joked that Lori couldn’t get enough!
“Is that a problem?” Lori goaded playfully.
“No-no, not a problem. It just seems like you’re making up for lost time,” he mused.
Lori paused in deep thought. Then confessed her reason for being so insatiable and told Kyle that she’d never had an orgasm before their honeymoon, and she really liked it!
Kyle was stunned. Lori was twenty-three, and he just couldn’t imagine how she had maintained her virginity that long without occasionally releasing the sexual tension that she must have experienced. Kyle knew that most people masturbated, and those who claimed they didn’t were usually stretching the truth. He also knew Lori had no reason to lie about her first orgasm, and he believed her.
Nevertheless, Kyle was curious and asked her about it. Lori was quite embarrassed by the subject. She thought that only sluts and perverts masturbated. Kyle laughed heartily at her assertion, and she wanted to know what was so funny.
“Well, if that’s the case, you’re married to one hell of a pervert!” he replied with an ear-to-ear grin.
Lori blushed, and after a few beats, shyly admitted that she had touched herself a few times; and that it felt good. But then she would start to feel dirty and guilty and had never brought herself to fruition.
Kyle was beginning to understand just how sheltered her life had been. It seemed that Lori had little more than the basic birds and bees knowledge of sex; and lots of Catholic guilt! But none of that mattered to Kyle. He loved Lori with all his heart and planned to spend the rest of his life with her. He would be patient and show Lori that there was more to sex than just missionary fucking.
Kyle started with the basics and introduced Lori to oral sex. She loved it when he ate her pussy. Yet, she was hesitant to suck his cock and made it clear that if he ever came in her mouth, she would never do it again.
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Kyle had spent the day doing chores and projects around their new house. After dinner, his insatiable wife had practically dragged him into the bedroom. He flopped on the bed and asked Lori if she would like to try riding cowgirl.
“Cowgirl?” she repeated with a puzzled look.
Kyle mustered up his best cowboy drawl and explained, “Don’t worry, missy. It ain’t nothin’ kinky or perverted! You just climb on up here and straddle me. Then lower that hot little pussy a-yours onto my big cock and ride me like a cowgirl.” Lori laughed at his antics and tentatively agreed to give it a try.
She quickly decided that riding his cock “like a cowgirl” was very pleasurable. Although, in his estimation, Lori hadn’t really gone at it like a cowgirl, Kyle chalked it up as progress.
A few days later, Kyle awoke to the incredible sensation and sight of his beautiful wife taking a “cowgirl ride” on his morning wood. He loved that Lori had taken the initiative and didn’t even mind that she rolled off him in the throes of her la petite mort before Kyle could cum. Although, he did find rushing to the bathroom to splash cold water on his raging wood, just so he could take a piss, a bit uncomfortable.
Kyle didn’t want to push her too fast. But after seeing how quickly she had taken to riding cowgirl, he could hardly wait to take her doggy-style. Just the thought of Lori on her hands and knees with her amazing ass in the air sent shivers up his spine.
He was patient, and it paid off. Lori had been running around in one of her cute flower print nightshirts all morning and had more than once “accidentally” let Kyle see that she wasn’t wearing panties. Oh, he knew what she wanted, and the thought of eating her sweet juicy pussy had been making his mouth water. But Kyle had bigger plans, and he didn’t want to seem too eager as he casually read the Saturday morning paper.
Lori came to the kitchen table, coffee pot in hand. “Would you like some more, Mr. Richardson,” she asked with a sexy smile.
Kyle ran his hand up the back of her leg, under her nightshirt, and grabbed her ass. “I always want more, Mrs. Richardson,” he answered lustily.
“Why! Mr. Richardson,” Lori exclaimed with an aghast over-the-top southern-belle accent as she set the coffee pot on the table.
Kyle stood, grabbed both her ass cheeks, and lifted her into a passionate kiss. Lori wrapped her arms and legs around him, and their tongues tangled as he carried her to the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed, bent down, kissed the top of her right foot, and began to slowly kiss up her leg. Lori twitched and giggled with each kiss. But her giggles soon trailed off to little moans as he kissed up her inner thigh.
Kyle pushed her legs further apart and kissed the tender crease only an inch from his prize! Intoxicated by her sweet perfume, he gently parted her inner lips with his tongue and collected every glistening droplet of nectar from the base of her canal to her engorged clit. Then he sucked her clit, hood, and labia into his mouth. Lori threw back her head and quietly groaned out, “Oooohh, Mr. Richardson!”
He probed, sucked, and swirled the delicate pink folds of her beautiful flower until her body shuddered, tensed, and went limp. Before too long, Lori propped herself up, smiled, and gave Kyle a naughty come hither gesture. He knew what she expected, and he knew what he wanted!
“I couldn’t help but notice how much you like that new cowgirl position,” Kyle offered as a bait and switch.
“Yeah, is that what you want?” she asked, glowing and eager to please.
“Well, actually, I thought you might like to try another position?” he invited and let it hang!
“And, just what do you have in mind, Mr. Richardson?” She playfully inquired.
“Doggie-style,” Kyle said matter-of-factly.
Lori needed no explanation for that position and blushed bright red. Then she rolled over, got on her hands and knees, and looked over her shoulder. “You mean like this!” she replied as she wiggled her ass at him.
He reached out, grabbed her round succulent ass cheeks, and gently spread them. A long shuttering groan escaped his lips as he stared at her juicy pink folds and perfect puckered sphincter. Then Kyle pressed the tip of his rock-hard cock between her glistening pussy lips and slowly impaled Lori. She laid her head on the bed, and her hands found his thighs. When he was close to the hilt, Lori let out a small chortle and dug her nails in. He knew that meant far enough as he held still and let his throbbing cock back off the edge. Then Kyle withdrew and began a steady rhythm and watched her tight virgin pucker hole relax and clinch every time her perfect pink folds swallowed his cock. Lori kept her nails at the ready, and it was all so overwhelming he didn’t last long.
She was a little hesitant the next time he brought up doing it doggie-style, and he promised to be careful. Kyle would have promised just about anything to watch her perfect little sphincter pucker with every stroke he took into her hot tight pussy. He wanted to take her anal virginity in the worst way. But when he brought up anal sex, Lori leaped forward, spun around, and went off on him.
“That is EXIT ONLY, MISTER! And if you ever touch me there, your balls will regret it,” she threatened with the fiery temper of a true redhead! Kyle put anal sex in the HARD NO column, and even though he was disappointed, he had to hide the smile that was threatening to curl his lips. Oh, he did not doubt that she meant it. But her fierce independence and strong will were just some of the many things Kyle loved about Lori.
Sometimes, Kyle wished that Lori would be more vocal and physical. But it seemed that Lori had hit a plateau, and whenever he broached the idea of trying new things, she dismissed them off-hand or made some excuse or another. Finally, Kyle gave up asking her to try anything new and decided to try a different approach. He began to leave mainstream sex advice columns like (Cosmopolitan and Vogue) open on their computer in the hopes that Lori would read them and want to try new things.
Kyle knew that if he could bring Lori out of her shell, she would be a real wildcat in bed. But he had conceded that she would have to come to him; when she was ready. And when it came down to it, Kyle loved Lori so much that he was willing to forgo some of the kinkier wild stuff he had learned in college.
Eventually, they found a balance and fell into a comfortable routine with their full-time jobs, mortgage, and white picket fence. But Lori wasn’t ready to have those two-point-five kids yet. Kyle figured that instinct would kick in eventually, and he didn’t pressure her. All he wanted was to make Lori happy for the rest of their lives.
Seven Year Itch
Life was good! Their seventh anniversary was coming up, and Kyle had circled that whole week on the calendar. Lori was understandably curious, but all Kyle would say is that he had something special planned for their anniversary vacation. He knew she would pester him relentlessly until he told her, and she did.
Kyle loved that Lori was a bit of a tomboy country girl. She had grown up fishing and hunting with her father and older brothers. For Lori, the only thing better than catching fish was cooking and eating them fresh from the lake, and he knew she would be thrilled about their anniversary vacation.
It was one week before their vacation, and Lori had been relentless with her indirect questions. Kyle had planned on telling her that evening. But Just for fun, he let her think she had pestered it out of him. “Well, if you really must know. I booked us a cabin on one of the best fishing lakes in the country.”
Lori Jumped up, wrapped her arms and legs around Kyle, and practically rammed her tongue down his throat. He was happy that she was so excited about the trip, and his cock was just plain excited about her passionate reaction. Kyle carried her to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and slowly began to peel off her clothes. He wanted to enjoy every inch of her beautiful body.
First, he peeled off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra. Kyle loved her, lightly freckled, perfect perky C-cup tits and quarter-size areolas and the way her nipples would become half-inch bullets with the slightest breeze or inspiration. He couldn’t help himself and started to suckle her aroused bullets. But Lori quickly pushed him away. “You know they are very sensitive!” she chided. As much as it disappointed Kyle, he had gotten used to it and would simply move on to a greener, or curly red pasture, as it were. Lori had never complained about her clit being too sensitive.
Next, he slipped off her shorts and slowly ran his hands up her perfectly toned legs. Lori knew how much Kyle loved her legs and that it turned him on when she ran around the house in skimpy shorts.
Then he slowly pulled her bikini-cut white cotton panties down to reveal her full bright red bush. Kyle had always enjoyed taking those skimpy lace panties off the shaved pussies of the girls he dated in college. Lori had shaved her pussy for him once, but she thought it looked ugly and refused to do it again. Of course, Lori had several pairs of fancy lace panties. But to him, she was somehow sexier in those little white panties.
He tossed her panties. Then ran his fingers through her curly red bush and began to worry her clit with his thumb. She bucked and moaned, and Kyle could feel how wet she was. He knew Lori enjoyed equally intense orgasms from oral and penetration. So he had never felt pressured one way or the other.
Kyle was in the mood to fuck, grabbed the back of her knees, lifted them high and wide, and slowly impaled her hot tight wet pussy with his eight-inch cock. He had learned to pace himself and began to take full steady strokes. Lori had made it very clear, a long time ago, that she didn’t like it rough. Or, so he thought!
~~~
Lori loved the feel of his long cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy. But as Kyle fell into that familiar steady rhythm, her mind began to wander.
She knew Kyle hadn’t left those sex advice columns on the computer by accident, but she didn’t think much about it and would simply close the page. Then she saw a sex advice column titled, “Do you have a boring vanilla sex life?” At first, Lori was offended, then realized it was the same monthly Cosmopolitan column he had been leaving open for over a year. But then her curiosity got the best of her, and Lori started to read the column. Some of the topics were things Kyle had tried with her; or tried to talk about. It made her feel naive. Yet, the more she read, the more she wanted to know.
Then Lori started to read all sorts of sex columns and blogs and began to question many of the ideals she had always held as hard truths. Some of the columnists and bloggers said that porn was a great way to learn new things and spice up your vanilla sex life! Lori remembered that, not long after they were married, Kyle had broached the idea of watching porn. She thought pornography was aberrant and perverted and gave him a dirty look for his trouble.
But Lori was determined to push forward in her quest for knowledge. She nervously clicked the safe search from moderate to off and typed in porn! She was a little taken aback by how much and how easy it was to find porn on the internet.
Some of the videos embarrassed her. Yet, others made her long for things she had ruled out of their sex lives years ago.
She had watched girls getting fucked hard and having multiple orgasms while they screamed out in ecstasy. Lori watched girls sucking cocks, and taking them deep in their throats. Letting men cum on their faces. Letting men cum in their mouths and then happily swallowing it!
One afternoon, she had been reading a blog when one of those annoying ads popped up. It was for a porn site called NUTHIN BUTT! She tried to click the little X to make it go away, missed it, and a video filled the screen. She was mortified. Yet, she couldn’t look away as the gorgeous, moaning woman came on the huge cock that was ramming her in the ass.
Then the video switched to a post-interview. The woman raved about how much she loved being fucked in the ass by the well-hung porn star and how hard he had made her cum! Before Lori realized it, she had watched hours of anal sex and interviews.
Lori fantasized about Kyle taking her anal virginity. Fantasized about him shoving his cock down her throat and cumming in her mouth. She had wanted to taste and swallow his cum for a long time. The more she learned, the more she began to lament being so naive and inexperienced when they got married.
She had read advice column after advice column, trying to get up the courage to tell Kyle how much she wanted to experience those things with him, and more! But she had been so self-righteous and steadfast in her denials that she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
~~~
Her orgasm began to build with every long steady stroke he took and brought her wandering mind back to Kyle. She looked deep into his eyes and could feel the warm Love and affection he had for her pouring from his heart. But at that moment, she wanted to dig her nails into his ass and scream fuck me hard! She wanted to feel powerful rolling multiple orgasms as she screamed out in primal ecstasy. She wanted Kyle to roar as he filled her pussy; filled her mouth; filled her ass! Yes, she loved her husband, the only man she had ever known, with every ounce of her being. But as she closed her eyes and came on his steadily stroking cock with barely audible whimpers, she wanted more, so much more.
Kyle made little grunts and held back the hard thrusts Lori knew he wanted to give her as his cock pumped her pussy full of seed. Lori held out her arms to catch her loving husband as he collapsed. Then Kyle rolled off her, and they tangled into a loving embrace and drifted off to sleep for the night.
~~~
When Lori awoke, she was genuinely excited about fishing with Kyle. But now that she knew where they were going for their anniversary vacation, she had some plans of her own. Every advice column and blog she had ever read said that the relaxed, stress-free setting of a getaway vacation was the perfect time for couples to open up about their sexual fantasies and explore new things.
Lori had let Kyle sleep in while she made a big breakfast to soften the blow of what she was about to tell him. After breakfast, Lori refilled their coffees and sat with Kyle at the kitchen table. “Honey, we need to talk,” she declared cheerfully.
“About what, babe?” he inquired.
“Well, first, let me say that I will make this worth your while,” Lori answered with a cheesy grin to hide how nervous she was.
“Ok, I’ll bite. What are you going to make worth my while?” Kyle asked, intrigued.
“We will not be having sex until we get to the cabin,” she blurted out before she lost her nerve. Lori wanted them to be as horny and wound up as possible. She hoped it would help her get past the guilt that had always foiled her attempts to open up to Kyle in the past.
“Oh, really,” he quipped with a sarcastic chuckle. Though, he didn’t like the idea of going without sex for a week. Kyle was pretty sure Lori would have a tougher time with that than he would.
Lori had gotten over her notions about masturbation years ago. She even had a few toys for those in-between times, and Kyle was curious about how far Lori had thought her ultimatum through?
“Can we masturbate?” he asked.
“No! Ya-pervert!” Lori shot back.
Not very fair, Kyle concluded.
“Can I still get a kiss?” he asked with his best big puppy eyes. Lori hopped in his lap and laid a passionate kiss on him. Kyle returned her kiss as he ran his hand up her leg and under her nightshirt.
“Uh-uh!” she said as she slapped his hand away and jumped out of his lap. “Go read your paper while I clean up the dishes. Pervert!” she added with a naughty smile.
“Fine,” Kyle shot back, “and I better not hear any buzzing coming from our bedroom this week. Slut!” After a tense beat, they broke into a hardy-warm-laugh.
Over the next week, Lori shopped for new lingerie to help set the mood! She even picked out a short skirt and a cute, open-shoulder, low-cut, skin-tight blouse for the five-hour drive to the cabin. She was determined to open up to Kyle and make the most of their week-long getaway.
There was something else Lori hoped to talk about in that relaxed, stress-free setting. She had just turned thirty, and she could feel the clock ticking! Little did she know!
The Big Day!
It was the first day of their well-deserved vacation. They had intended to sleep in, but neither of them could, so Lori snuggled up to Kyle, kissed his neck, and reached for his morning wood. She had been playing the, get him going and leave him hanging game, all week. His blue balls were almost unbearable, and Kyle wasn’t falling for that again. He pushed her hand away, and with nothing better to do, they rolled out of bed and started the day.
Lori whipped up a hearty breakfast while Kyle loaded the coolers, luggage, and fishing gear into his pride and joy. A red over white 1972 Silverado that he had restored.
After breakfast and a final house check, Kyle hooked up their sixteen-foot aluminum hull, flat bottom boat. With its fifty-five-horsepower four-cycle Mercury, he could get to the best fishin’-holes fast and coast in quietly. He checked the trailer lights while Lori worked the blinkers and brake pedal. Then they hit the road.
Lori pressed her body against her husband and laid her head on his shoulder. Her plan had worked. Maybe too well! After a week of teasing and denying Kyle, Lori was going out of her mind horny. She couldn’t wait for him to ravish her like a cat in heat in a room full of tomcats.
“Kyle?” Lori invited softly to start the conversation that she hoped would lead to a week of exploring all her sexual fantasies.
“Mmm,” he replied, enjoying the feel of her body against his.
“I can hardly wait to get to the cabin, honey,” she declared as she wiggled against him.
“Yeah, me too,” he agreed with some urgency. His blue balls ached at the sight of all the skin and curves Lori had on display in her skimpy blouse and short skirt.
“Awe! Are you a little pent-up?” she suggested with a poor-baby tone.
“Um, a little,” he mumbled.
“Well, honey. I did say I would make it worth your while. So what do you want to do to me when we get to the cabin?” Lori offered suggestively.
Kyle had figured they would get some fishing in before dinner. But he was more than ready to cure his blue-balls, and the idea of making love as soon as they got in the cabin was much more appealing.
“You want to make love before we even go fishing?” he asked. Sure, that was what she had in mind.
“Yes and no,” she replied, then paused to collect her nerves. “Well, you know those advice columns you always leave open on the computer?” Lori asked nervously.
“Uh… Yeah,” he replied cautiously optimistic. Kyle wasn’t going to deny it, but he didn’t want to seem too eager either. He had been waiting for Lori to be ready. Waiting for Lori to come to him for a long time. He had also, falsely, gotten his hopes up before!
“Well… To be honest, I’ve been reading them for a while. And I ah… Ah, I have even watched a few of those pornographic videos!” Lori nervously said as if she had done something wrong!
Kyle knew she had been reading lots of sex advice columns and blogs and that she had watched a lot more than just a few videos. But he would never divulge that to her. Though he had no malicious intent, he knew Lori would feel terribly violated and hurt.
“Hey, it’s okay. I like reading those advice columns and watching porn too ya-know,” Kyle replied with a soothing tone to keep Lori talking.
Lori snuggled against Kyle and ran her hand up his thigh, determined not to chicken out this time.
“Well, some of the things they were doing in those videos looked like a lot of fun!” Lori said and squeezed his leg just below his crotch.
“Oh, yeah! What kind of things?” Kyle eagerly asked, trying to get some sense of what looked like fun to her!
“Well, a lot of different things,” Lori copped out, losing her nerve.
Kyle hadn’t studied her search history, per se. But it looked like she had searched around to see what she could find like most anyone does!
“Okay, well, give me some examples,” he asked to keep her talking.
Lori blushed bright red, sunk into the seat, and pulled away. Kyle sensed how nervous she was, but he didn’t want to let this moment slip away and offered some suggestions to keep the conversation going.
“Are you talking about doing wild stuff like swinging or cuckolding? Or are you just wanting to try some different positions, like the Kama Sutra suggests?”
Lori had no idea what this carma-suetra thing had to do with different positions. But Kyle was so worldly and college-educated that sometimes he made her feel like a dumb country girl. Granted, she had read about and seen some swinging and cuckolding videos in her quest to learn about sex. But she didn’t like the idea of it at all and couldn’t understand why he would bring them up? Lori didn’t even want Kyle to know she had seen videos about stuff like that! And at that moment, she just wanted him to turn the truck around and go home! But she forced herself to respond.
“What does this carma-suetra thing have to do with different positions, and does it hurt?” she asked in all seriousness.
Kyle had to hide the smile threatening his lips. He understood that the Kama Sutra was just one of those things you knew about, or you didn’t, and he didn’t want to make Lori feel bad.
“It’s an ancient eastern Indian book that gives many examples of sexual positions to enhance pleasure and bonding with your partner,” Kyle replied as he slid his arm around Lori and gave her a little squeeze, trying to reassure her.
“Oh, I see,” she said and went stiff, “and why would you ask me about swinging? Am I not good enough? Do you want other women? Someone more experienced than your naive boring vanilla wife!” Lori railed, then pulled from his arm, and glared at Kyle.
Lori could tell Kyle was caught off guard and speechless. This was not how she wanted things to go, and Lori wasn’t sure why she had become so angry with Kyle? But she was!
“Why Kyle? Why did you give up on me? You Knew I was inexperienced,” she screeched at him, then went silent and looked away. After she caught her breath, she spoke but did not look at Kyle.
“God, I know I was stubborn and scared of the things I didn’t understand. But then… Then you just gave up on me and settled for a boring vanilla housewife! Why?” she asked, sounding defeated and broken.
Kyle knew he was on thin ice. This was something he hadn’t foreseen when he started leaving those sex columns open on the computer. Apparently, all the things she read and watched had triggered some deep feelings of inadequacy for Lori. In a way, she was right. He had given up on leading her along the path of sexual exploration. Blindly hoping that she would come around and come to him when she was ready. Well, here they were, and this was not at all how he had envisioned things working out!
“Baby, I did try. I really did. But you just kept shooting me down, so I backed off and let you lead the way. And yes, I left those columns open, hoping that you would read them and come to me when you wanted to know more.” Kyle stared ahead and drove in silence for a few minutes, trying to find the words that would remind Lori what was really important. “You know, I didn’t marry you because of sex. Though that is a great side-benefit. I married you because I love you! All I’ve ever wanted, since the day we met in that little coffee shop, is to make you happy for the rest of our lives together.” Kyle said from the bottom of his heart.
Lori knew Kyle meant every word and that he loved her as deeply as she loved him. But her mind was spinning with what-ifs. She had been questioning her decision to keep her virginity for a long time, and she felt cheated out of all those experiences everyone else took for granted. Was that why she was angry with Kyle? Because he had dated some girls In college, a couple of sluts with no morals! Because he got to try new things with experienced women. Not just read about it on some damned sex column or blog, or watch other people fucking on a computer.
After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Lori looked at Kyle until she was sure he noticed her angry stare.
“How many…” she blurted.
Kyle nervously glanced at Lori. She was glaring at him as if he should know exactly what she wanted him to say. But he didn’t have a clue what she wanted from him or why she was so mad!
“How many?” Kyle replied blankly.
“How many women have you had sex with before me? And don’t you dare lie!” Lori growled, making it perfectly clear what she wanted from him.
Kyle knew he was on class six white water rapids in an old, dry-rotted, wood canoe, and he didn’t have a prayer of getting out of this unscathed!
“Several, but none of them meant anyth–”
“COP OUT!” Lori screeched and slid away from Kyle until her back was against the door as fire filled her eyes, her redheaded temper at full blaze!
“I want a number. Damn it!” she spat through clenched teeth.
Lori had never brought up his former girlfriends before, except to commiserate over the girl who had broken his heart before they met, and Kyle wanted out of this conversation very badly. But he knew his wife wouldn’t let this go until she got what she wanted.
“I don’t know exactly… Somewhere between… Fifteen to twenty,” Kyle acknowledged, knowing how bad that must have sounded to her.
Lori turned away from him and looked out of the side window. Then her shoulders started to lurch as she wept.
“Lori, please. I haven’t even looked at another woman since the day we met. I love you, and I will do anything to make you happy. But I can’t change the past, and I don’t understand why you are so angry with me!” Kyle pleaded.
Lori didn’t respond as Kyle stared out of the windshield and tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. She just stared out at the passing scenery until her weeping stopped, and her tears dried up. Then after what seemed like an eternity but was maybe twenty minutes, Lori spoke.
“I feel cheated!” she stated, anger still front and center in her tone.
The rest of the more than four-hour drive to the cabin was in silence. Kyle’s heart was aching for Lori. He had no idea what to do about it, but he could understand why she felt that way. He certainly relished his experiences as a bachelor and wouldn’t change a thing, heartbreaks and all!
The Cabin
Kyle checked in and dropped the boat and trailer by the launch. Then he pulled up to the quaint rustic log cabin and wondered if they would stay more than a day as he held up the key. Lori snatched it from his hand, jumped out of the truck, and slammed the door.
Kyle climbed out, shaking his head, and grabbed their suitcases as Lori unlocked the cabin. He started for the door as she stepped inside and then slammed that door too! Kyle could hear her stomping through the cabin as he set down one of the suitcases and opened the door. Well, at least she didn’t lock me out, he thought.
Kyle stepped inside and noted that, despite the rustic exterior, the interior was beautiful lacquered hand-hewn wood with an open vaulted ceiling and reasonably modern amenities. He also saw that Lori was out on the deck, hands firmly splayed on the railing and staring out over the lake as a light breeze wafted her long wavy red hair. Speaking of beautiful, he thought.
He found the bedroom, tossed the suitcases on the bed, and proceeded to unload the rest of their supplies.
He was sure unless he took matters into his own hand, he wasn’t going to get relief from his blue-balls any time soon. So to keep his mind off that, Kyle got out the rib-eye steaks he had brought to kick off the first night of their anniversary vacation! He seasoned and set them to marinade until supper. He cut up some potatoes, carrots, and a sweet onion. Then he salted them, threw in a big slab of butter, and wrapped them in three sheets of tinfoil.
Kyle grabbed a beer and went to light the grill. It was just past five and a little early to start dinner. But their planned roadside, rest area picnic never happened, and he was hoping that his famous marinated rib-eye steaks, which Lori loved, would lighten the mood and start an amicable conversation?
When he walked onto the porch, Lori looked over her shoulder, glared at him coldly, spun on her heels, and went into the cabin. Kyle lit the grill, then he sat on one of the rustic wooden deck chairs and took a long pull off his beer, feeling helpless and clueless as he stared out over the lake.
After the grill was hot, he went to get the veggies and see what Lori was up to. The bathroom door was closed, and he could hear the shower running. Kyle peered into the bedroom and saw that she had unpacked the suitcases. He hoped that meant she wanted to stay and work things out. Kyle wanted to peek in on her and tell her how beautiful she was, but he knew better.
He grabbed the foil packet, tossed the veggies on the grill, sat, and sipped his beer. It would be the better part of an hour before it was time to cook the steaks.
When the time came, Kyle went to get the steaks. Lori had set the table and was sitting on the couch, casually reading her tablet in one of his big gray sweatshirts and nothing else. It was, more or less, a dress on Lori, and nothing was showing. But still, he didn’t need the visual reminder of all the times she had worn it and showed him plenty!
Lori didn’t acknowledge him, and the tension in the cabin was brutal. He found a platter in one of the cupboards and went to grill the steaks. When Kyle came in with the medium-rare steaks and veggies, Lori was at the supper table sipping on a glass of wine. The wine that he thought they were saving for their anniversary next Friday! But at this point, that didn’t matter. He could get more if there was going to be any wine poured on their anniversary?
Kyle put a steak on her plate. Lori looked at it and sniffed, “Mmmmm…”
He thought that was a good sign as he plated his steak, sat, opened the veggies, and divvied them out. Lori wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t glaring at him either. Yet, the tension was still thick. Lori never spoke, and the one time he tried to strike up a simple conversation, she gave him a stern look.
Having skipped lunch, they were famished and cleaned off their plates. Then Kyle patted his belly and reached for her plate to clear the table. Lori grabbed his wrist and pinned his hand to the table.
“Kyle! I feel cheated!” she growled, her expression more of an angry scowl than an upset glare.
Kyle was beside himself. He had no idea what to say or do to help Lori get past this and hadn’t kept the information from her to hurt her or to have any secrets from her. But Lori never asked, and Kyle saw no reason to volunteer how many women he had slept with. All of that happened before they met, and it seemed like a whole other life to Kyle. One he had gladly left behind to start a new life with the love of his life!
But deep down, he understood that this was not about him or his love for and devotion to Lori. It was about her reading all those columns and blogs; it was about her watching all those people fucking every which way possible and realizing all the experiences, good, bad, or otherwise, that she had missed out on before they ever met!
“I can’t believe you’ve been with so many wom… SLUTS!… And me, little miss goody-fucking-two-shoes, saving myself for the right man only to find out he was a WHORE!” Lori spat, literally shaking as she glared at him, her face as red as Kyle had ever seen.
“I… Ah… I — don’t know what to say,” Kyle sputtered, “I mean, what do you want from me? I can’t change what happened before we even met!” he declared, feeling useless to her, knowing nothing he could say would help.
“Well, neither can I,” Lori retorted, then took her fingernails out of his arm and touched her index fingers together as she pensively looked off into space. “And, gee, all I can think about is all the men that I fucked before we started dating! Hmmm… Let’s see. There was… Oh… No, I didn’t fuck him. Ah… But then there was… Well… No, I didn’t fuck him either,” she sarcastically rattled off as she counted on her fingers. “So that leaves…” she said and trailed off as she brought her fiery judgmental gaze back to Kyle. “You, and a fucking rubber toy!” she scolded, then cocked her head as if she expected an answer.
“What in the hell do you want from me? A divorce? A separation?” Kyle stammered, feeling like his heart was being torn from his chest!
“No, I don’t want that!” Lori replied as if Kyle were daft for suggesting it.
“Well, if you don’t want a divorce or separation. Then what… You just want to go out and fuck other men until you feel like you’ve gotten even with me for something I didn’t even do to you?” He retorted at his wit’s end.
Suddenly her demeanor changed as Lori leaned in close and looked Kyle in the eye with a smile that sent a cold chill up his spine!
“Is that an offer! Hmmm…”
Kyle felt as though he was going to be sick and dodged away to the bathroom.
He gripped the sink and stared into the mirror, his head spinning with a million scenarios, and none of them good, as he struggled to keep his dinner down! After several minutes of soul searching, he splashed cold water on his face and walked out of the bathroom.
Kyle felt like he was in one of those crazy old black & white episodes of The Twilight Zone. Lori had cleared the table and was washing the dishes, bobbing her head and singing to herself, like she always did while doing menial tasks.
Kyle grabbed a beer out of the little retro fridge, wandered over to an armchair, and sat, wishing that if this was all a bad dream, he would wake the hell up already!
Lori drained the sink, wiped off her hands, topped off her glass of wine, and made her way to the couch. Then she picked up her tablet and started reading without ever glancing at Kyle.
She knew how distraught her husband was as he sulked in his beer. But Lori couldn’t take her mind off what a womanizing slut Kyle had been, and she couldn’t shake the image of him fucking all those sluts as she sat there reading some dumb article on a sex blog. It was about the misconception that men wanted sex all the time when the truth was that women were far more sexually driven than men. Duh, no shit Sherlock! She thought.
Lori knew that Kyle would take her to the bedroom and make love to her if she asked him to. But she wanted more, a lot more. She wanted men to find her irresistible; wanted men to ravish and grope her; wanted men to fuck her senseless as she screamed out in ecstasy and came on their big cocks, again and again, she mused, getting herself all worked up!
Lori knew Kyle was as pent-up as she was, and It was getting dark when Lori stood, cleared her throat, and sashayed to the bedroom. Then she put on one of her new nightgowns, hoping it would entice Kyle to ravish, grope and fuck her hard, the way she was sure he had done with all of his slutty girlfriends in college.
“Are you coming to bed, Kyle?” Lori called out sweetly as she pulled down the blankets, then climbed into bed.
“Be there in a moment,” He replied, sounding hollow and distant.
In The Morning Light
Lori woke to bright sunshine on her face as she stretched and realized that she had slept alone last night.
To be continued!