At the time I met my wife, she was trying to figure out what she should do regarding relationships. She was in a relationship with a guy who didn’t want to commit, and only wanted to see her once a week at most, which was to infrequent for her. She had already been through her lesbian phase, and decided that while she loved to have sex with women, she didn’t want to have a relationship with one. Sound familiar?
She decided that she would try to find some affluent guy and be his mistress—a kept woman. He should be married so as to have fewer strings attached. He would buy her things, and she would return the favour in kind with sex. That was all well and good until I showed up. I was neither rich nor married, but the sexual favours sounded nice.
Once we started dating seriously—and she was still dating the other guy at first—, the other guy decided that maybe more than once a week would be OK. Oops! Too late. We already had plans. I had that slot filled—and he had already had his last chance to fill her slot. Too bad.
She had also been dating this older married Filipino guy, Ray. This is the guy with the pinky dick. She liked him, but as the saying goes, size matters. So maybe it doesn’t matter between 6 and 7 inches, but south of 4 inches just didn’t cut it. To make matters worse, he couldn’t eat pussy to save his life. As concerns guys as well, there is a such a thing as bad head. It got so bad, she tried to get him to fuck her in the ass, but he was a good Catholic and wouldn’t have any of it. Her favourite encounter with him as recounted to me was when she tied him to a chair, blindfolded, and sucked his cock until he came in her mouth. She certainly didn’t have the option of deepthroating him. It was probably the kinkiest sex he ever had in his life, as tame as it was.
As it turned out, she never became a mistress, but she did set up a small porn site and almost scored as a call girl, but it never materialised. Oh well. I wouldn’t exactly cherish the thought of my wife getting fucked by some stranger—not even for pay. So, becoming a mistress became a non-event. We have been married for over ten years now, and I don’t see that happening any time soon.