Love Times 2 - Pt 8

Love Times 2

Part 8 of 15

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Kurt feared that he wouldn't be able to survive without daily sex from Yvonne. How does he cope? Find out in Chapter 8 of the 15-part series "Love Times 2."

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The rest of the semester was a challenge. I continued spending every third weekend with Yvonne. Our visits featured thoughtful gifts, romantic dates, heartfelt conversation, and lots of hot, steamy sex. Neither one of us was satisfied with the arrangement, but we managed. It's surprising what you can do when you have no other choice.

I developed a routine that was intended to curb my voracious sexual appetite. Every morning, I got up early, looked at nude photos of Yvonne, and masturbated. I repeated it every evening. I suppose it must have helped, but it didn't feel like it. After a while, I started doing something I now recognize as a mistake.

After I'd spent weeks looking at pictures of Yvonne, I began looking at nude photos I'd taken of other women - especially Cyndi. Knowing that she wanted to resume having no-strings sex added fuel to my fantasies. Does this sound pathetic? It felt that way. I couldn't believe that an adult man was acting like this. It felt like something a lovesick adolescent would do.

I continued my daily workouts, and the mirror showed my body changing rapidly. I felt more energetic, which was great, but having more energy seemed to make my appetite for sex even more unmanageable. No amount of jerking off provided lasting relief. I'd feel horny again after just a few hours.

One evening, my doorbell rang, and it was Cyndi. "Have you gotten desperate enough to have sex with me yet?" she asked as she walked in the door.

"I'm getting pretty desperate, but not enough to cheat on my girlfriend," I said. "Sorry, Cyndi. You can't imagine how hard it is to say this, but I need to remain faithful."

"I was afraid of that," she said. "I figured there was no harm in asking. Can you at least make me a drink? My co-workers spent the whole day driving me crazy. I need to unwind."

The idea of having a relaxed evening with a sexy female friend was very appealing, so I made us both cocktails. "I realize that I am repeating myself, Kurt, but you know perfectly well that nothing we do can threaten your relationship with your hot little girlfriend. I am not interested in stealing you. I want your cock - not your heart. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do," I said. "And I agree with you! I'm confident that we could have a purely sexual relationship that wouldn't change the way I feel about Yvonne. But she wouldn't see it that way. She's too young to understand that sex and love aren't the same thing. If she knew I cheated on her, it would break her heart."

"Then don't tell her! Just be merciful and keep it between you and me!" she said.

"Sorry, Cyndi. I can't. I just can't," I replied.

We talked for a few minutes, then I got a telephone call from a supplier I'd been trying to reach all day. "I've got to take this," I told Cyndi.

"I'll go out by the pool," she said. "Come find me when you're done. And bring more booze!"

I spent the next five minutes clarifying some details about my next order of supplies for the business. The guy said he had a sale on several items I purchase regularly, so I increased my order. When we were finished, I freshened my drink and went out the sliding door that led outside. What I saw was so startling I almost spilled my bourbon.

Cyndi was in the pool. Naked. Her gorgeous body was on full display. There's nothing more enticing than a woman clothed in nothing but a sheen of water. She looked like an erotic mermaid.

"I forgot how nice it is to come over here and get an all-over tan," Cyndi said, pushing her wet hair from her eyes. Raising her arms that way put her perky breasts on full display. Remember that I'd been jerking off to photos of Cyndi's nude form. Seeing it like this was overwhelming.

I wasn't an idiot; I knew she was pulling this stunt because she wanted to convince me to take her to bed. But it was working! It took about half a nanosecond for me to get an erection.

Cyndi climbed out of the pool and walked toward me. "Why don't you join me?" she asked, unbuttoning my shirt. "A dip in the water might cool you off." I didn't have the will to resist. She removed my shirt, undid my pants, then reached into my boxers and grabbed my dick.

"It wouldn't take much for me to make your cock feel better, Kurt. I could relieve all this nasty swelling," she said. "There's no harm in that. You've made my pussy feel good more times than I can count. You should let me return the favor."

With that, Cyndi got down on her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. She is a first-rate cocksucker, and I was as horny as I've ever been in my life. I came almost immediately. She sucked down almost every drop. Almost.

When Cyndi gives a blowjob, she always finishes with a little flourish that makes it especially memorable. When she stood up, she let a few drops of my cum leak from the corner of her mouth and drip down her chin. I watched one little dribble fall on her magnificent breasts. It made me take those breasts in my hands and play with her hard little nipples.

"I'm glad you finally saw the light," Cyndi said. "Kurt, I need you just as much as you need me. Please, eat my pussy. I love it when you do that. There's no harm in making me cum."

I wrestled her down onto one of the recliners by the pool, spread her legs, and pushed my face into her pussy. Cyndi's pussy tastes different from Yvonne's, and I was thrilled to be reminded of that. She made happy little sounds as I lapped up her juices. She gasped when I licked her clit, and moaned when I began sticking my tongue deep into her vagina.

It was glorious. You can't imagine how desperately I'd wanted to have sex with SOMEONE! I would have preferred being with Yvonne, but she was in another city, so Cyndi was an excellent substitute. From Cyndi's reaction, I could tell she was even more desperate than me. It didn't take long to coax a climax out of her. "Ohhhhh... yes... yes... finally... yes..." she moaned as she writhed beneath my tongue.

By this time, I was hard again. As soon as Cyndi's orgasm was over, I got on top of her body. She let out a happy laugh when she felt my boner slide inside her. "Yeah... give it to me, Kurt. Give me your cock!" she said. I tried to hold back, but soon I was pounding her pussy like a jackhammer. It didn't seem to matter that I'd just had an orgasm. I needed to climax again. Cyndi had just swallowed a big load from me, so I didn't have much cum left. But I pumped what little I had into her tight little pussy. Feeling my cock throb made Cyndi have another orgasm. It wasn't very strong, and it didn't last long, but it was the best I could give her.

"Wow," she said after my cock stopped throbbing. "You do quick work, mister. I've never seen you go off so fast."

"Sorry about that," I said.

"Don't apologize. That was the most fun I've had in months," Cyndi said. "Maybe you should spend more time jerking off. I don't think I've ever swallowed that much cum before."

"I masturbate every morning and every evening," I said. "It doesn't do any good."

"Really? Wow," she said. "Well, I'm glad I could be of service. You can depend on me to drain your balls anytime. Any. Time. At. All. I hope this means you're through arguing with me, Kurt. It's obvious that you need me just as much as I need you.

"This is what's going to happen," she said. "You and I are going to figure out times when we can get together, and we are going to make sure nobody finds out. You aren't going to mention it to any friends, and neither am I. We'll do it in a way that guarantees that your little girlfriend out of town never gets suspicious. It's going to take years for her to earn a degree, right? You know it's crazy for you to imagine you can abstain for that long, right?"

"Yes. I know. I can't do it," I said.

"Fortunately, you don't have to," she said. "Thanks to me, you'll be able to have plenty of nice, tight pussy that doesn't threaten your relationship one bit. Let's get up now, Kurt. Pour me another drink, and let's head for your bedroom. I've got a feeling that cock of yours is going to be hard again soon. I'd like to be near a mattress when that happens."

I felt so guilty that night; I almost cried as I tried to get to sleep. Yvonne deserved a better man than me. Her first semester was less than half over, and I'd already cheated on her.

Over the next several weeks, I got together with Cyndi regularly. We arranged to meet at her apartment; she said that would guarantee she would never leave behind something like lipsticks, or bobby pins, or anything else that Yvonne would find. It made sense, and it reassured me that she was committed to keeping our affair secret.

It took some time, but I gradually felt better. Unlike Yvonne, I understood that sex and love were two different things. I also understood that I'd done the best I could to be faithful, and I'd simply failed. Fidelity just wasn't a skill I possessed. Maybe it was because I'd had so many casual relationships over the years.

I'd always had at least one female fuckbuddy willing to have sex with me. Usually, I was on intimate terms with more than one. For most of my adult life, I never went more than a week without sex. Maybe it was too late for me to change that pattern. I knew I could be faithful to Yvonne if she was with me, but I reluctantly realized I couldn't do it if she was far away.

My failure in the fidelity department made me more determined to be the best possible boyfriend during the times we got together. Our weekends were mainly devoted to sex, of course, but I spent a lot of time planning creative things to do when we weren't in bed. She was particularly pleased the night we went to a concert by the symphony orchestra. I showed up with a nice gift: a classy little back dress that looked sexy, but mature.

She didn't want us to appear in public places where she might be seen by her college friends, and the symphony was perfect because it attracted an older crowd. She mentioned that a guy in the audience was one of her professors. He recognized her, but she didn't care. "Members of the faculty gossip about each other, not about students," she said. "He isn't going to care that one of his students is dating a distinguished-looking older man."

Older man. Ick.

As the weeks turned into months, my physical transformation continued. Yvonne loved seeing the change in my physique. She'd spend long minutes running her hands over the muscles in my chest. My abs. My back. It encouraged me to work even harder with my trainer, who was impressed with my dedication. I gradually replaced my old wardrobe with tailored outfits from designers who produced clothes for men in their early 20s.

I'd hoped to make myself look younger, and it seemed to work. I wanted to turn myself into the kind of man who could appear in public with Yvonne and not embarrass her. Overall, I think I succeeded.

The semester was drawing to a close when the next big change happened in my romantic life. It was unexpected. One afternoon, I was working in my studio, processing orders on my computer. I planned to visit Cyndi after work, and I was looking forward to an erotic evening. That's what I was thinking when someone came in the front door.

It was Taylor. I hadn't seen her in months.

"Hello, stranger! Great to see you again!" I said. "How's married life?"

"It's terrible," Taylor said, looking like she wanted to cry. "Kurt, I need to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?"

"Of course I do," I said. "Give me a second to put out the 'closed' sign so we aren't disturbed." I locked the studio's front door and then poured Taylor a cup of coffee. I knew she had something serious to discuss.

"What's up, Taylor?" I asked. "I've been thinking of you, wondering how you're doing with that new husband of yours."

"I'm not doing well at all," she said.

"Taylor, is he mistreating you?" I asked.

"Of course not. He's a perfect gentleman. Always has been. That's why I married him," she said. "We're having the same problem we've always had. He's terrible in the sack. I'm so frustrated I feel like I need to scratch my eyes out."

Wow.

Taylor told me some of this before. The reason she initiated our affair in the beginning was because her fiancé didn't meet her needs sexually. I'd told her it was a mistake to marry a man who didn't satisfy her. Her friends said the same thing. But she'd done it anyway. In the time we'd known each other, I'd learned that in some ways, Taylor didn't have good judgment. I hope it improves as she matures.

"I tried to show him what to do," she said. "We've been in counseling. Our therapist had us watch a series of sex videos that are supposed to teach couples how to be intimate. It didn't work. Nothing has worked. Trying to teach him about sex is like trying to teach Helen Keller about rainbows. He. Doesn't. Get. It."

I did a lot of listening and very little speaking. I'd already given Taylor the best advice I had, and she'd ignored it. I knew from personal experience that she was a hot-blooded woman with a powerful sex drive. Her marriage was doomed; it was just taking a long time for her to figure it out.

"I can't bring myself to tell him that I want a divorce because he's a lousy lay," Taylor said. "Kurt, that would break his heart. I love that guy - I do. This is killing me."

This conversation went on for a while. I knew that Taylor needed to vent, so I encouraged her to speak her mind. She eventually ran out of things to say. Talking to me is cheaper than paying for a therapist, I guess. I had the feeling that she'd already shared this tale of woe with her girlfriends, and I wasn't sure why she felt the need to unburden herself with me.

I discovered the reason while I was getting her a fresh cup of coffee. When I got back to my office, Taylor had removed her coat. She was naked underneath. I'd seen her naked many times in the past, and recently I'd been using her nude photos to masturbate. But it had been a long time since I'd seen her glorious form in the flesh.

One of the things that made Taylor such a marvelous model is that she often looked at my camera and gave me a sly smile that seemed to suggest she was thinking about something sexy. Her face was beautiful, and her body was fabulous, but that mysterious expression gave her photos a wonderful quality I'd always loved. She was my naked Mona Lisa. At that moment, she was looking at me with that sly smile on her face.

"I need you, Kurt. I don't have anyone else who can help me," Taylor said. She stood up, walked toward me, and put her arms around my neck.

I didn't even think about resisting. By this time, I'd gotten comfortable with cheating. I'd spent many hours on top of Cyndi, and I'd convinced myself that it didn't threaten my relationship with Yvonne. Adding Taylor to my list of secret mistresses made no difference.

I pulled her into a hug, and she pressed her body against mine. She could tell I had an erection, and it made her smile. "This is nice," she said, running her hand over the front of my pants. "It's good to see I can still get a man excited."

We went back to the part of the studio where I kept the big sofa I used for group photos. Taylor and I had used that sofa the first time we had sex. Every time I did a nude photo shoot with Taylor, it ended with us stretching out on that big sofa and finding new ways to have fun. "Take off your clothes. Hurry," Taylor said, unbuttoning my shirt. By the time I got undressed, my dick was hard as iron.

Over the years, Taylor and I had enjoyed having sex in every possible position. We'd done oral. Anal. Bondage. Role-playing. There weren't many things we hadn't tried. Maybe that's why I decided that our erotic reunion should be a little kinky. I grabbed Taylor by the shoulders, spun her around, and bent her over the back of the sofa.

"You're being a bad girl, aren't you?" I said. "Coming down here naked under your coat? You must be one horny bitch today."

"Yes. I'm just a dirty little bitch with a hungry little snatch," she said. "All I care about is your cock. Give it to me. Just give me your cock."

I slapped her ass hard enough to make a satisfying sound of my hand hitting her flesh. I instantly regretted it. I didn't want to risk leaving a mark that her husband might see. I was pretty sure the welt would be gone by then, but it wasn't something I wanted to leave to chance. It was too late to do anything about it now. All we could do was hope I hadn't caused a problem.

I grabbed her by the wrists and used one hand to hold them behind her back. I used my other hand to grab my cock and run the head up and down her slit. Taylor had always been a woman who got aroused quickly, so I wasn't surprised to discover she was ready. She squirmed as she felt me get us both nice and wet. Taylor pretended to be reluctant, just like I pretended to be predatory. But we both wanted this. We both knew the roles we wanted to play.

"Don't fight me. You'll regret it," I said softly. "I'm going to fuck you for as long as I want, and you can't do anything to stop it."

"Please don't hurt me," Taylor replied. "I promise to behave. I'll be a good girl. Just don't hurt me."

By this time, the tip of my cock was well lubricated, so I aimed for the entrance to her vagina and pushed inside as roughly as I could. Taylor pretended that my thrust was painful, but I could tell she loved it. I pounded into her over and over, slamming our bodies together. Taylor cried out joyfully. Her ability to play the role of a victim faded as she began getting the sex she'd craved for so long. She was having too much fun to pretend she didn't like it.

I was delighted. It was thrilling to feel Taylor's pussy clutching my cock again. She possessed a powerful kind of sexuality that I haven't found in any other woman. I enjoyed being reminded of all the pleasures we'd enjoyed together. The room began to smell like sex. I remembered that Taylor had a unique feminine fragrance. It was wonderful to experience it again.

I'd been with Taylor enough times to know that she wasn't likely to climax from what we were doing. She needed more stimulation than she got from penetration alone. So far, I hadn't given her clit any attention. I needed to do that if I wanted her to cum. I reached beneath her and began to stroke her clit with the fingers of one hand. As soon as I touched her, she came explosively.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" she cried. I watched her back start to tremble as the orgasm spread through her body. "Kurt! My God! Kurt! You're making me cum! You're making me cum! Ahhhhhh!!!!!" Her pussy began throbbing, and that made me lose all control. I couldn't postpone my climax another second. My cock exploded like a cannon, firing blast after blast into her welcoming pussy.

We kept going for as long as we could. I enjoyed feeling her throbbing pussy milk my cock of every last drop of cum. She twisted and turned as her orgasm ran its course. Taylor gradually relaxed, drooping farther over the back of the sofa.

I eventually pulled away from Taylor, who walked unsteadily to the bathroom. I enjoyed seeing her sexy body cross the room, naked except for her high heels. I pulled my boxers back on, then sat on the sofa and waited for her to return.

"My God, Kurt! You filled me with more cum than I've ever seen! I guess your balls must have been full."

"I can confirm that," I said. I'd masturbated that morning - as I do every morning - but that had been hours ago. I had planned to have a full tank when I showed up at Cyndi's house that evening.

"What's up with your new, improved body?" she asked. "I approve. All those new muscles are sexy!"

"Thanks for noticing," I replied. "I've been working out. Seeing a personal trainer. Watching my diet. I have more energy now."

"Yeah, I noticed that," Taylor said. "Have you been exercising your testicles, too? Jesus, I've never seen so much cum in my life!"

"Uh... I'm not sure about that," I said. "I do think I've got more cum these days. You're not the only person who's noticed. Maybe it's because I'm doing a better job hydrating now." Cyndi said the same thing when we reunited. Yvonne never mentioned it. Maybe it's because the change happened slowly for her. Who knows? Since I have no plans to start making porn movies, producing a bigger volume of semen doesn't affect my life in a significant way.

"What am I going to do, Kurt?" Taylor asked, sitting next to me on the sofa. I was starting to feel a little chilly, but I decided against putting on my clothes. Knowing Taylor, we'd be having sex again in a few minutes.

"I have no idea, Taylor," I said. "The only sensible advice I have is that you should make damn sure you don't get pregnant. No child deserves to be born into a marriage as shaky as yours."

"I can promise you that won't happen," she said. "I've got an IUD, and it isn't going anywhere until I'm sure I'm in a stable relationship. Why can't my husband be more like you?"

"To be honest, I find it very strange that any man could be married to a sexpot like you and not be inspired to perform like Casanova," I said. "Every time we're together, you make my blood boil."

"I'm glad I do it for somebody," she said. "My husband never wants to have sex with me. I have to beg him for it."

"Speaking of your husband, you should be careful around him tonight. There's a faint pink welt on your ass from where I slapped you earlier. Sorry. I forgot that I shouldn't leave a mark on you. It will probably be gone by the time you get home, but make sure you check."

"It won't be a problem," Taylor said. "He never looks at my ass. I could get a tattoo of a rattlesnake back there, and he wouldn't notice."

I put my arm around her shoulders and sat quietly. There was nothing I could tell Taylor, and she didn't expect me to talk. She'd come to me for sex.

"Kurt, I want to keep doing this. Having sex with you, I mean," she said. "I'm not ready to end my marriage, but I can't stand going without sex. You can do that, can't you?"

I'd already gotten comfortable cheating with Cyndi. There was no reason I couldn't do it with a second woman. "Taylor, I am in a long-distance relationship that is very important to me. I am willing to hook up with you periodically, but you've got to promise me you'll keep it secret. If my girlfriend knew I was seeing you, she'd be devastated. I don't think that having sex with you is an actual threat to my relationship, but you need to tell me you understand."

"I'm way ahead of you, Kurt," she said. "I need to keep this secret from my husband. If you can keep seeing me, I'll do anything you ask."

We talked for a few more minutes, then Taylor got down on her knees and sucked my cock until I was hard. As I expected, she wanted to have sex again before she left. She had me lie down on the sofa so she could straddle my body and ride me cowgirl-style. It was marvelous, and she managed to drain my balls a second time.

There wasn't much seed left for Cyndi that evening, but she didn't complain. I doubt that she even noticed.

When I felt reflective back then, I experienced some moments of surprise. Yvonne hadn't even completed one semester at college, and already I was cheating with two women. I managed to avoid feeling too guilty - I'd already made peace with the idea that I couldn't tolerate even brief periods of celibacy - but other things began to worry me. I was increasingly certain I wasn't good enough for Yvonne, and that eventually she'd realize that she deserved someone better.

What troubled me even more were my growing fears that Yvonne might be cheating, too. She had just as many opportunities as I did. Yvonne was surrounded by a bunch of horny, hormonal guys who were surely hitting on her all the time. When I was a student, my friends and I spent lots of time drinking and partying. Lots of us managed to get drunk enough to have sex with girls we'd just met. I'd done that several times. I couldn't stop myself from projecting my shortcomings onto Yvonne.

Fortunately, I managed to keep her from knowing I was thinking these things. Our weekends together continued to be blissful, and we were encouraged by the approach of the winter break.

Yvonne did a good job as a student during her first semester away. She knew she'd finish with good grades. She'd managed to balance her part-time job as my assistant and her responsibilities as a student. She'd adapted to dorm life, and she'd made some good friends.

When she finished her final exams, I wanted to drive to campus to load up her stuff and take her home. But that wasn't possible. She had to let her parents do that. Just because Yvonne got to spend the holidays at home didn't mean she could stop concealing the true nature of our relationship. We had an uncomfortable conversation about it.

"I need to inform you about a brand new lie I'm telling Mom and Dad," Yvonne said during one of our daily video calls. "I told them that you always do a lot of business during December because people order things like holiday family portraits and custom greeting cards." That's not true. People order holiday portraits earlier in the year so they will be ready for Christmas.

"Uh... did you tell them that so they'd think you have to spend more time working with me?" I asked.

"Exactly. I want to spend every bit of my spare time riding your cock, Kurt. They will get suspicious if I don't give them an explanation for why I'm gone all day, every day. Anyway, I want you to be familiar with my cover story. I doubt that it will matter, but if anybody asks why I'm hanging around all the time, that's the lie du jour."

"Ok. Message received," I said. "This must be what it feels like to be a spy."

"It doesn't feel like that to me," she said. "It feels like being someone who is very comfortable with lying all the time. I never used to lie to my parents. They deserve better than this."

Uh oh. This was a topic that was popping up more frequently. "Your parents have the best daughter in the world," I said. "They have lots of good reasons to be proud of you. Don't ever forget that. You are doing a great job of managing your life.

"Look, if you ever decide you want to tell your Mom and Dad the truth about our relationship, I will support that decision 100 percent. You are an adult. It is completely up to you. But the reason you decided to keep this secret is that you know your parents are not able to see you as an adult. Not yet. Telling the truth would cause pain and problems for them. They will learn about us eventually. It would be unkind to tell them before they are equipped to understand it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I get it," Yvonne said. "I don't want to change anything. Yet. But it chaps my ass every time I tell them a new lie. It's getting really old."

"When you start thinking along those lines, you need to remember that you are about to show your parents a terrific grade report from your first semester. You need to remember that you've got a good job in your field. It's a much better job than most college freshmen can get. You are paying for a lot of your own bills, sparing your parents that expense. You shouldn't mention this to your parents, but you should remind yourself that you have a boyfriend who loves you like crazy and is determined to do whatever it takes to make you happy for the rest of your life."

"I particularly like that last part," she said.

"I like the whole package," I said.

Every day I looked at the calendar, watching anxiously as the final days of the semester approached. When her last exam was over, Yvonne felt confident that she'd aced her first semester. "I'm pretty sure I'll get an A in every class," she said. "I know that my upper-level courses will be a lot harder, but this first semester went as well as it could have."

"I'm glad that the time you spent with me didn't hurt anything," I said.

"I'm surprised at how simple this semester was," she said. "College is easier than I thought."

"College isn't easy for students who aren't as smart as you," I said. "I have a feeling that a lot of your friends aren't going home with such good feelings. Some of them won't be back to college after the holidays."

Before Yvonne returned, I let Cyndi and Taylor know I wouldn't be able to see them until after classes resumed in January. Cyndi was especially unhappy with that. "I was hoping you could fill my stocking on Christmas morning," she said.

"I'll make it up to you after classes resume in January," I said.

Yvonne called me on the afternoon of the day she came home. "My parents are on their way to pick me up," she said. "I'll be home in a few hours. I'm going to be busy with them for the rest of the day, but I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning.

"I've told my parents that you're counting on my help to handle the holiday backlog, so they know I'm going to be at the studio a lot. And when I say 'I'm going to be at the studio,' I mean 'I'm going to be getting pounded by your cock.' Does that sound like a good plan?"

"It's a great plan," I said. "I'm enthusiastic about it. Excited to be part of it! Can't wait to execute the plan!"

The best holiday season of my life began the next morning.

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Kurt and Yvonne seem to be managing their challenging romance. Well... minus the whole infidelity part. Is this really going to continue for four long years? For some answers, read Chapter 9.