My profile photo isn’t of me, of course, but It is eerily close to what I looked like when I was about 29.

Diane, who quickly became my girlfriend, then wife, often let me know that my blond hair and blue eyes, with a swimmer’s physique were the major attractors for her. My attractors to her was that she was a spectacularly beautiful woman with a glorious thick main of red hair.

It was lust at first site at 25 for both off us. We were in prime physical condition, with highly developed libidos and ready to fuck at every opportunity. There were many.

A match made in sex heaven.

As we got past the bedroom, dining room, shower, etc. we learned delightfully that we were both university educated, funny, emphatic, and great listeners.

She learned that I had a powerful fetish for getting a blow job from a woman wearing cherry red lipstick.

That she wore that colour, as well as dressing provocatively on our first date? I fell hard. The blow job was the best I’d had, up until then.

Another major fetish I had was gently pulling on her red hair when we were fucking. It was a fetish of hers as well, along with hot come erupting all over her ass, then having her partner lick it off. I was definitely not the first one to enjoy that sexy treat.

We slept together on our first date, despite my initial short-termed reluctance. I wanted her to know she was special to me. “You already are special,” she told me. “ “Fuck me. Now.”

It took less than a year for her to learn that I was a willing cuckold, living vicariously through her hyper sexual fantasies. I learned during our next frantic fuck, I already was. I never knew until the end if the stories were fantasy or true. Fuuuccck!

This ambiguity forms the basis of all my stories here. It is for the reader to decide what they want the truth to be.

She was the ideal woman for me. I was the ideal partner for her.

I live with fond memories of my wife’s unbridled passion. She got excited as I did while she told me erotic stories about her sex life without me that always led somewhere I didn’t expect it to go. It was clear from the beginning that we belonged together.