Mutual Benefits Ch. 03

Dear Reader, If you've read Reality Need Not Apply Chapters 1-3 (and you should do this before reading this chapter), you may remember I took a two year break before writing chapter 3. As a result, my timeline got a little mixed up. In one part of chapter 3, I imply it's been almost a year Amanda has been with Dylan and Erickson Industries. In another part, I explicitly say two months. My intention is for Amanda to have been with Dylan and the company for two months. Hopefully, I will avoid further confusion by writing this new chapter much more quickly after releasing Chapter 3. By now, you are probably also aware that this story is a collection of fantasies that I have. Most are not ones I've directly participated in mostly because they would be damaging to my career. I wrote this story where consequences like STIs, pregnancies, and a loss of career aren't factors when one engages in outrageous sexual acts. This story also sexually objectifies Amanda and Sabina. I

Chapter 1 I'm writing this true story to document my life as a cuckold. Just as some men as born to be leaders and some followers, likewise some men are born to be studs, pleasing and being pleased by women, while some men are born to be cuckolds, accepting their limitations and encouraging their wives and girlfriends to find sexual pleasure elsewhere. In my case, I think I was always destined to be a cuckold. And for anyone who pities the poor cuckold, wondering how any man could put up with an unfaithful wife or girlfriend, rest assured there are men like me who have embraced our role and are proud to be the supportive husband or boyfriend to a sexually liberated woman. My story begins back in my sophomore year in high school when I bought my first Penthouse magazine. In it, were a multitude of stories that I would read while masturbating but one story, immediately became my favorite. It involved a husband and wife who were out dancing when a handsome friend of the husband show

I was horny. There, I said it. It had been just three days since the lockdown started and I was beginning to feel awkward sitting at home all alone and working on my computer for the duration of the office working hours. That bit, the working bit was fine. I didn't have a problem. I had a problem with the time after that. My work got over by 4 every afternoon and after that there was only so much TV I could watch after looking at the screen for nearly 9 hours. By the time the first week ended, I was walking around in my bare essentials - a pair of thongs and a matching bra. In case I had to get on a video call during the day, I would put on a shirt and sit there looking all pretty and smiling. What's worse, I had a crush on my immediate supervisor, he's cute. But more about him later. I had begun wandering around the house like a ghost and still feeling horny. I didn't know what to do and I was going nuts. I would finger myself to a slimy grooly orgasm, but that di

I had my first sexual experience with Kenny, my classmate. He is 19 and I'm 18. The following day in school we barely said hello to each other. Kenny was distant and sat on the other side of the classroom. I felt betrayed and used by my friend. It went on like that for weeks. Despite his attitude, I still masturbated a lot on the thought that I had sucked his cock. I felt disgusted by myself but also wanted to do it again. The thought alone made me rock hard. It was the end of term, a month after we went swimming. We had summer holidays and everybody went home. It was the last day of high school. I had no friends and would just go home and sit alone in my room for most of the day until the holidays were over and College started. It was the next day that Kenny texted me in the morning. 'U up for meeting this afternoon?' His text came as a surprise. I texted him back and told him I was ok with meeting him. I was still pissed off, but I had no other friends to hang around w

The test was pretty simple. Not only did I know the subject matter pretty well, I had hours of practice teaching someone else about it, so it wasn't a shock to see the "100%" on my page. Mrs. Li gave me a congratulatory smile as she gave me the test, and it was clear from the quiet groans that my score wasn't exactly common in the class. That said, I was still nervous. As Li walked around the room handing out tests, I stared straight at Taylor as Li made her way over to her. I couldn't see Li's face as she dropped off the test, nor could I see any markings on the page. It wasn't my neck on the line, but, even without what happened last night, I didn't want to let Taylor down. The lesson went ahead and class was over before I knew it. I was gathering my things and almost hoping Taylor wouldn't approach me - I was very aware of my social awkwardness at this point, and was fully aware I was in completely uncharted territory. "Hi, Quinn," Ta