Reluctantly Joining The Cuckold Club [Part One] --------- Chapter 1 --------- Sharon Jackson would probably be the last happily-married woman on Earth to betray the secret that few women dared admit - size really was important. As it turned out, Sharon's husband, John, was actually a quite decent lover. Sharon had made quite sure of that, having patiently and thoroughly trained her then-fiance in the fundamentals of orgasmic love-making during their courtship year. She was 20 years-old at the time, and had just completed her bachelor's degree in structural design. Fundamentally, Sharon had few complaints with her conjugal love life. She got plenty of touching and cuddling. John was exceptionally attentive to both her sexual needs and her mood swings. They made love at least 3 times a week. Although John's 6" penis rarely got her excited, Sharon was able to consistently reach orgasm from her husband's capable tongue and talented fingers. Compared to the humdrum love lives of most of her work acquaintances, Sharon had little to lament. Sharon had been happily married to her darling antique-dealer for nearly fifteen years. She loved him dearly, and was deeply attached to her two children. Ostensibly, the perfect wife and mother, Sharon was adored not only by her own family, but by both her parents and John's as well. Handily independent of the six-figure income that John earned, Sharon enjoyed her own successful career as highly regarded architect. Their award-winning wood, stone, and glass residence in Lake Oswego, for example, was wholly her design. For well over ten years the Jacksons had thrived and prospered in that beautiful home. Their combined incomes had enabled them to furnish their 6000 square- foot home with every possible luxury. Heated floors in all bedrooms, natural lighting throughout, private tennis court, two indoor Jacuzzis, indoor-outdoor swimming pool, and high-speed ultra-secure home intranet with both satellite and cable access to the web and all broadcast programming were just some of the amenities. Sharon and John owned a fleet of vehicles of all types, including several boats and two Piper Cubs. Both were licensed pilots and accomplished yachtsmen. They owned several vacation residences, including a ski cabin at Tahoe, a 2-story loft on New York City's Upper East side, a Parisian apartment in Montparnasse, a beach house in Ibiza, an ocean-front condo along Australia's Great Barrier Reef, and a large flat in London's exclusive Hampstead borough. The family made it a habit to travel at least twice a year. The future of their two children, 13-year old Trent and 11-year old Rayna, was virtually assured. Both kids had fully-vested memberships in an exclusive educational co-op designed to prepare its students to master the mysteries of life and success. The pricey co-op combined professionally-led workshops, small discussion groups moderated by renown experts, instructor-guided self-paced discovery challenges, real-world internships, street-skills training from highly successful urban survivors, a full range of team athletics and self-defense arts, one-one-one emotional counseling, and personal mentoring by acknowledged leaders in their fields. Yes, tall, blonde, amply-endowed, enviably fit, illness-free, and radiantly beautiful - awash in wealth, success, love, and family - Sharon was truly blessed. As for friends, Sharon was heart-and-soul bound to a close-knit circle of women who passionately cherished one another. These five dynamic females had become life-long intimates, having shared every triumph, failure, dream, and fear with each other over the past ten years. There was no subject that they could not discuss, no secret that they could not share, no revelation that they could not honor. Not surprisingly, sex was a frequent topic among the five. --------- Chapter 2 --------- "So, Sharon, tell us everything about your latest client, Winston Holt," Trudy pleaded. "I hear he's quite dashing, as well as being sinfully rich." "Yes, girl, we want to know every detail," Miriam demanded. Is he as sexy in person as he is in his photos? Did he try to sweep you off your feet? And is he really hung like a horse?" At that all five women burst into laughter. For that was what they really wanted to know. "Well! You all seem to know so much about him already. How could I possibly add anything interesting?" Sharon teased. "Sharon, you do this to us every time! We virtually have to beg you to share to the tiniest detail," Celia groused. "Oh do I? Well then I shan't tell you anything now," Sharon replied smugly. Okay we give in!! Will you please tell us what happened? Pretty please?" begged the others in unison. "Oh, if you all insist," Sharon relented. How could she resist such a pathetic plea from her very best friends! "Just between us girls, that man can really fuck!" Sharon exclaimed, vainly trying to hide a blush that colored both cheeks. "Why Sharon, you're actually blushing! Winston must have been really something in bed!" teased Miriam. "Oh he was - all 12 rigid inches of him, and he definitely knew how to use it! He screwed me so hard that I couldn't sit down for an entire day." Sharon's butter-cream complexion was now a deep crimson. She was also on the verge of soaking her panties from the intense memory of it all. "I guess I didn't help matters any, showing up for our initial appointment in an extremely short DKNY business suit and a naughty low- cut blouse" Sharon continued. "I thought the grey pinstripes were quite flattering, but obviously Winston's attentions were drawn elsewhere. I could tell immediately by the scrumptious bulge in his Armani slacks that we were going to get along quite famously." "The stud was everything I'd imagined. At 6'2", ruggedly handsome with chiseled dark features and piercing green eyes, Winston was quite an impressive piece of work. I hate to admit it, but he even took my breath away, he was so gorgeous. My panties were already damp, and we hadn't even shaken hands." "Winston and I were definitely quite a sight. All eyes were upon as we entered Brasserie Les Halles, one of New York's most exclusive restaurants. My bare legs (and my tits) were on fire from all the testosterone-fueled attention. I could feel their lust with every gaze. I purposely taunted some of the more eligible diners with my best 'look at what you're not getting tonight' smirk." "Such a gentleman he was too. After graciously holding my chair and ordering for the two of us, he cut straight to the chase by putting his impeccably manicured hand right up my skirt. Before I could even utter a protest, Winston was gently massaging my clit right through my panties! His liquid baritone love talk so soothed me and his emerald eyes engaged mine so intensely that the very thought of telling him to stop never crossed my mind. By this point, my cunt was on fire, and only one thing was going to put that out." "Suddenly he pulled his hand away, temporarily breaking the spell. But when I saw him put those long tapered fingers to his nose and close his eyes in ecstasy savoring my erotic fragrance [I was really really wet], I melted right there. At that point, all I knew was that I wanted my brains fucked out by this man and I didn't care where - in the back of a taxi or in front of the fireplace in my suite - anywhere his prodigious talent would make me scream for hours. [more to come soon]