1. Ingrid: her story


    Date: 10/16/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: singlecuckold, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Jan had come to visit me. And as always he couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and yet he did nothing. I had met him at a dancing school, and soon it became clear to me he was in love with me … or at least desired me intensely. But he never did anything at all. Probably didn’t have the guts. Even if we danced body-to-body, he remained scrupulously ‘correct’: never an attempt to seduce me, never a touch-that’s-just-over-the-edge, never flirting … actually nothing showed he wanted me, except the suffering good-dog look in his face. Or rather: it was a horny look undressing me mentally. And then I saw his eyes wander to my breasts and my thighs. I don’t mind that, I like it when men look at me. And I like to wear clothes that accentuate my body’s good looks. (I look good if I may say so myself). Sometimes he also looked at my feet: for I usually wear high heels. Many men are high heels fetishists. It’s amazing how many you can get at your feet, only because of what you wear on your feet. Again, usually I have nothing against that. I really like it when men feel attracted to me. If I find them attractive, things may sometimes become very pleasant. But then I do want them to show their feelings in a playful way. They mustn’t be too afraid to be rejected, or they will be. And Jan did not meet my standard: he only gave me pining looks, but he gave me nothing else. He was already some fifty years old, but he might just as well be a shy fifteen-year old boy. Had he ever had sex with a ...
    woman? I strongly suspected he was still a virgin. I sometimes thought: shall I seduce him? But I preferred not to. I liked him, but he was not ‘my type’ as it’s called. And now it was the same all over again. He was proclaiming some politically correct feminist opinions about women and sexuality, as if I can’t form my own opinions of that. And meanwhile he looked at my breasts and my legs, and at the stiletto heels at my feet. Let me be honest with him: if his courage didn’t fail him, he sometimes looked me right in my eyes too, sometimes even two seconds on end. In short, he was beginning to irritate me. It had been some weeks since I had my last lover, and by now I found it was time for another one. Now I wasn’t really sure if I’d want Jan as a lover, but apart from that: if I would have to wait for him I’d probably have to wait for an unconscionably long time. For a cold day in hell at least. Oh well, maybe a week before that cold day in hell: he had a rather miserable look in his eyes. Help! I’m so horny! And so was Jan, I knew … if he’d just make a move, I might even be tempted to give in, even though I didn’t find him really attractive. But he just wouldn’t move, the ‘correct’ wimp. Sure we women have got rights, thank you very much mister, and one of them is the right to have hot, steaming sex, and you neglect it completely. What should I do? Heat him up some more? Or rather tell him to buzz off? But I was in luck: saved by the bell. Somebody else called, and it turned ...
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