Slaying the Dragon

Warning. This story goes beyond simple infidelity in a cuckold direction, there is coerced gay activity, a dreaded cream pie and the couple involved aren't even married. Apart from all that, I intended this to be a rather light hearted tale.

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I'm a big guy, 6' 3" in my stocking feet and reasonably well built. I played a lot of rugby at school and college, and I'm fast, not fast enough for competitive sprinting but certainly speedy enough to outrun the bulkier guys who are better designed for blocking. I should also mention that I am considered to be rather good looking. The only downside to what might be regarded as almost the perfect package is that erect my cock only measures 6.5 inches on a good day. Now I know that length is considered to be safely on the upper side of average but on a body my size it seems somewhat less than proportional. My problem is exacerbated by the fact that my penis is of the kind that expands to three times the length between a flaccid and erect state.

Despite that 'handicap', I've screwed a great number of girls and never had any complaints. I'll admit that I have seen a look of disappointment flit across some girl's faces when I first revealed my equipment to them but, with the skilled use of fingers and tongue, I always acquitted myself well enough that, by the end of the evening, they were all eager for another encounter.

After university I spent four years building a career. During that period my time and opportunities were reduced but I still managed to maintain a pretty high average. My ambition was to fuck every attractive woman in the world. I knew that I wouldn't succeed but I intended to have a damn good try. A lot of my conquests were one night stands and even those of longer duration seldom lasted more than four to six weeks. My problem was that, no matter how lush the pasture I was grazing in, I couldn't stop constantly scanning adjacent fields in the hope of something better.

I was feeling pretty smug thinking that I had everything tied up but then Sylvia came into my world. They say that if a large asteroid were ever to hit the earth then the lives of everybody alive would be completely changed. I have to say that Sylvia was my personal asteroid.

Sylvia is intelligent, exciting, vibrant, daring, extrovert and possibly the loveliest looking female I've ever seen. I was totally smitten from first sight. We first met at the gym that I regularly attended trying to keep in shape, where she was a gymnast in semi serious training. She was not into international competition because that particular niche has long been monopolised by pre-pubescent girls. Instead, with other normal bodied women she was in a club which put on demonstrations at village fairs and other outdoor summer events. These performances always were much appreciated, particularly by the male spectators.

Right at the start Sylvia told me that she loved pushing her limits to get the adrenaline high and had already done bungee jumping, paragliding and sky diving, with the first two activities performed while naked on at least one occasion. When she revealed that last fact my imagination went into overdrive because that must have been a mouth-watering sight. At 5' 6", her body is slim and extremely supple but her female attributes are present in pleasing abundance. While her breasts are not overlarge they are pert and firm and she has a perfect bubble butt. I'm especially pleased about that because many of her fellow gymnasts tend to have more boyish behinds. I'll have to refrain from describing her gorgeous legs or else I will have to stop typing for a while until I've calmed down again.

We moved in together very quickly but I was soon to find that although the sex was fabulous it was frequently far from straightforward. We joined the mile high club under a blanket during a long overnight flight and had sex on the upper deck of a bus while it was in motion. We were alone but put on a graphic display which could be watched by the driver through his periscope from the deck below. Thinking back, we were bloody lucky that the bus didn't crash. We fucked down a pothole. That was awkward , uncomfortable and in fact rather unpleasant but it did tick the box. In contrast, another exploit in the opposite direction remains one of the best experiences of my life.

We went rock climbing together on a face that was classified as fairly severe, and as it was a gloriously warm summer day and we were the only people in sight, she decided that we should shed all our clothing before starting the climb. Sylvia led with me following up as anchor and I want you to imagine the sight of her pretty little tush winking at me all the way up, as I followed eagerly her steps. You try climbing with a steel stiff erection. At the top we fucked like animals, over and over again until we were in danger in losing the light and were both so tired that we were lucky to make it down safely.

With her very unconventional behaviour and hedonistic attitude I assumed she must have had sex with hundreds of guys, her skill and uninhibited exuberance adding to that impression. I didn't mind because with my track record I was hardly in a position to be upset. However, imagine the pleasant surprise when she declared that she had only had sex with a couple of guys in all of her twenty-two years. She had lost her virginity at a friend's party when she was seventeen after drinking too much. Sylvia confessed that she had not been quite as drunk as she had pretended; she said she just decided that it was time. Unfortunately when the deed was done, there was blood all over the bed, the seducer panicked and left and nor did she hang around to explain the stained sheets. Added together it was not a good experience and it put her off sex for another two years.

"Then I got with Robbie," Sylvia told me, still with a detectable twinge of sadness in her voice, "I thought he was marvellous, in fact he was very like you in a lot of ways. We lived together for a year and I really thought that I loved him but then I found out that the bastard was cheating on me and had been for most of the time we were together."

"That was two years ago," I said, quickly calculating, "How have you managed for sex since then."

"I've looked after myself," Sylvia said defiantly, looking at me boldly in an unashamed way, "I've got rather good at it and I reckon that I can give myself more pleasure than most men could deliver." She paused and then said, "I have thought trying it with women but haven't got round to it yet. I once exchanged tongue kisses with another girl at school but nothing at all like it since. I have seen quite a few females that I fancied but somehow I never knew quite what to say. That's the only area in life where I ever have that kind of problem."

Now her words had tapped into my favourite fantasy. "I think it's perfectly natural," I declared emphatically. With so many women having such gorgeous bodies, I don't understand how they manage to keep their hands off each other, especially in situations where they are wearing very little. Whenever I want to watch porn, I always look for a good lesbian video first."

"It turns you on?"

"God yes, but I would really like to be there, not joining in but able to watch from close up." As I finished speaking I had a sudden hope that my fantasy might come true.

"I can understand that, I would really like to see two guys doing each other."

"I can get you a gay video, "I offered, "But you'll have to watch it by yourself."

Sylvia shook her head, "That wouldn't do. What gets me really hot in my fantasy is the thought that one of the guys is doing it unwillingly. Besides which, like you I'd want to watch it live and up close, to soak up the atmosphere and smell as they made each other all hot and sticky."

That image didn't grab me at all so I shook my head doubtfully but could quickly see that my girl friend was far from pleased with me. "So you'd go crazy watching two girls getting each other off but wouldn't even want to watch a couple of ripped guys doing the same," Sylvia said sharply with a disapproving tone to her voice.

"I'm sorry but the thought makes me shudder," I confirmed. "I've nothing against guys who are gay and I would never want to harm one. I think it's an affliction they are probably born with so why would I make it worse. I don't mind what they do as long as it's not in my back yard."

I should have been more diplomatic but the topic caught me on a bit of a raw nerve. In my rugby playing days I used to revel in the exhilaration of being on the field but dreaded the communal showers afterwards. Strangely more than one player claimed that the times in the showers were the best part of the whole deal but I just couldn't get that whole naked camaraderie thing. There was also a lot of gratuitous embracing and wrestling in the water on any flimsy excuse, so much so that I often suspected that many had strong inclinations that way. So I always bathed quickly and deliberately positioned myself near the wall but I never knew whether to face towards it or away. Facing out I risked remarks such as, "If you tied a bit of string round it, it would be easier to find when you want to piss", but by taking the other option there was always the danger of a sudden wet finger probing my anus.

Perhaps it was all that which had inspired me to screw around so energetically, as if sub consciously trying to establish my masculine credentials. But now I had got a girl who was more woman than any female I had ever known and the fact that she also fancied me was the best testimonial that I could have hoped for. I felt especially proud down at the gym because when she was exercising she had a regular fan club of admirers watching discretely from a distance. Knowing that so many handsome muscular types would give their eye teeth for just a taste of what I enjoyed every single night was an ego trip to beat any other. They should have been lucky enough to see her doing those same exercises at home because she always discards the gym leotard and goes through her routine naked.

I always sit cross-legged on the floor simulating a yoga position but that's only a ploy to get the best vantage point for what I know is to come. There is one particular exercise where she stands with her back to me gradually extending her legs until they are far apart and then leans forward to place the palms of both hands flat on the floor. The best bit is, while holding position she somehow rotes her pelvis in a sensuous circular motion. It always ends with Sylvia leaning further forward to give me an upside down cheeky grin between her legs. I'm sure she gets pleasure from seeing the steam issuing from my ears.

I've never seen this discussed but I think that vaginas suffer from wear and tear over a lifetime and even after just a few years of particularly heavy use. I'm not saying that they ever lose appeal but the evidence is in porn. The cunts of the newbie girls seem so neat and mouth-wateringly desirable compared to those of the more season performers which often have inner lips exposed. Sylvia's garden of delight is of the former variety. Add to that mental picture the fact that although she has quite a lot of pubic hair, it is a very light brown and clings tightly to her mound.

I just enjoy having sex as often as possible but Sylvia was always chasing a new high. One day as we were caressing and chatting as a prelude to sex, she suddenly told me, "Robbie once took me to see an art house movie. I think it was soft porn and almost forty years old and I can't remember anything about the film except for one particular scene. In it the girl went through a doorway and was confronted by a three story accommodation block ahead which occupied three sides of a rectangle. On both of the upper stories there were wrought iron continuous balconies which extended the whole way round and they were filled with workmen, all leaning forward on the rail and all completely naked except for hard hats and heavy workboots. The camera went into close up and slowly panned the whole way round, showing hundreds of cocks of every size, shape and colour. In the film the cocks were all hanging down limp but in all of my fantasies since they are wonderfully stiff."

It was easy to imagine the scene she described but it somehow failed to generate in me the same excitement that it did in her. Still lost in the memory, Sylvia gave my penis an extra hard squeeze and then, lowering her voice to a more confidential tone, she went on, "I had that fantasy a lot but then I got a better one. It wasn't long after we got together that I had a particularly vivid dream. It was of a large warship with all the rails lined by sailors in their white uniforms and I was slowly sailing past on a big yacht . I was right up in the prow and completely nude, I was waving to the men and they were enthusiastically waving back. I suddenly thought how delicious it would be if they all had an erection that was caused by me so I started doing my limbering up exercises and when I got to the one where I put my ankle behind my ear they gave a massive cheer. Unfortunately, hearing them cheer like that made me cum but then I immediately woke up. No matter how I tried I couldn't get back in the dream"

Marriage had never appealed to me and with the present almost universal acceptance of cohabitation it was becoming almost an outmoded convention. But suddenly I saw it completely differently. With my far from limited experience of females, I knew that Sylvia was pretty unique and I was desperate not to lose her. It was imperative that I have some claim on her and marriage seemed the only way. Mentally I even thought in terms of it putting my brand on her; even while knowing that, even metaphorically, you put your brand on a woman in a very different way than marriage.

I did the proposal the full traditional way with no expense spared. Garlands of red roses delivered that morning, a sumptuous meal in an expensive restaurant and a ring that cost considerably more than I could really afford. Sylvia couldn't help guessing that I had something special but right from the start a certain uneasiness in her demeanour gave me the premonition that that my hopes were to be dashed. I persevered but when I got to the 'Will you marry me?' line I dropped the classic down on one knee stuff, realising how silly I would look when she refused me.

Sylvia was ready with her response. Quickly reaching out a hand she gripped one of mine had and, looking me straight in the eyes she said softly, "Sweetheart, I love you with all my heart and I'm never going to leave you but I won't marry you. I've vowed to never get married unless I'm completely sure that the man is totally committed to me."

"But I am fully committed," I protested, "That's exactly the reason why I asked you."

"Marriage is easy to do but all the statistics say that staying married is the difficult part."

"Isn't asking proof of intended commitment?" I argued.

"At one time it might have been but not now. I never told you but Robbie and I were engaged and actually planning the wedding when I found out about him. I never intend to be hurt like that again."

There was nothing else to say so I just sat there morosely, desperately wishing the rest of the evening away. Sylvia put up with my dejection for a minute or two but then she smiled and said brightly, "Come on, stop looking so miserable, it's not the end of the world you know. Aren't we happy as we are, why can't we just carry on being us? I'm not going to run away and leave you."

That was exactly my fear and the sincerity in her eyes lifted a great burden from my heart. In the following surge of happiness I made a weak joke, it made her laugh but I've forgotten what I said. We exchanged some sentences with both of us trying to get back to normal and then Sylvia said thoughtfully, "My problem is I think that I was born at the wrong time. I should have lived during the age of chivalry, when ladies had knights in shining armour who went on quests and slew dragons to prove their commitment."

I joined in using the same light-hearted tone, saying, "I wish that I lived then because I would prove my valour for you by questing for the biggest baddest dragon in the land."

"Just going on a quest wouldn't be enough," Sylvia warned. "I'd want to see it with my own eyes so my knight would have to actually present me with the dragon's head, just to prove that he hadn't spent the time fucking damsels in distress."

"Show me a dragon and I'll slay him for you," I stated with bravado and shortly afterwards we retuned home to enjoy some enjoyable and unusually emotional hours in bed.

Life retuned to normal except that my girl seemed to get ever more daring. Sylvia had always enjoyed flashing but now she pushed the limits. She did it in many situations but there was one particular scenario that she enjoyed more than any other. Wearing a very short skirt and leaving her panties at home we used head to one of the better class hotels where I hovered in the background while she selected her target and her preference was for middle aged respectable looking males sitting alone. Waiting for the opportunity and making sure that this lone guy was the sole beneficiary, Sylvia then contrived to give the lucky man a seemingly accidental but prolonged flash of her naked pussy. The look on some of their faces was indescribable. Sylvia loved seeing the sudden lust in men's eyes and knowing she was causing erections, even admitting that doing this sometimes made her cum on the spot. Afterwards we always rushed off somewhere, (not always home) to fuck our brains out.

Finding risky places to fuck was also an ongoing hobby and during the following weeks we screwed up a tall tree, in a bunker on the golf course while players were still going round, on children's swings, in various rowing boats and once in a swaying cable-car taking us up a mountain. We had serious plans to fuck near the end of a runway while large jumbo jets were passing close overhead as they landed. At one time it might have been possible but Syl eventually conceded that today's security made it far too risky. I pretended that I was as disappointed as she but secretly I was more than a little relieved.

Then one day, I'm not sure whether we had just finished sex or were building up to it, when Sylvia asked, "Do you still want to marry me?"

"You know I do. Have you changed your mind?" I asked hopefully.

"Not exactly but I have found a dragon for you to slay," she said.

"Consider it dead, just lead me to it," I declared bravely.

"Don't be in such a hurry until you know what I want," Sylvia warned. "This is only a symbolic dragon but everybody knows that dragons certainly aren't easy."

"Symbolic or real I don't care. Just tell me what you want me to do."

"You don't like being in contact with gay males, do you," she asked, as if changing the subject."

"Not if I can help it," I confirmed, giving a little shudder to emphasise the point."

"To prove your commitment, I want you to suck another man's cock while I watch, that's the 'head' that I want you to present to me," Sylvia said slowly. Then, as I lay in stunned silence, she added, "And I don't mean just putting it in your mouth for a minute. It's got to be the whole thing, right through to the end."

I didn't say much. There was little I could say. It seemed important not to argue and build this into a point of contention so I limited myself to head nodding and vague mumbling. I know that I left the impression that I did intend to do it but qualified by saying that I needed to needed to get my mind right first. Just the idea dampened my ardour for the rest of the night and by the next morning I had decided that marriage wasn't really important after all. I had been converted to Sylvia's original opinion that we were perfectly fine as we were.