Maria My Shy Wife Pt. 01

My last story received heavy criticism from many haters regarding my writing about cuckolds. I enjoy exploring the reasons and emotions about why a woman plays around outside her marriage. I have known a few, and mostly, they still love their husbands, but take other men anyway. I have even known two men who loved watching their wives being fucked. I don't understand why they want that, but it intrigues me. So, I will continue to write on this topic. What I don't understand, is why the haters keep reading these stories. I don't like incest, cannot understand how a guy could touch his daughter or his mother. So I don't read any of those stories. But I certainly don't shout to the world about my distaste. Life is way too short.

I have been writing erotic stories for over ten years, and have had many readers make friendly contact with me. Most have been women, some have been brief, but one of them, Maria from Cincinnati, lasted over five years. Maria died of Covid at the start of 2022. This story is for her. We emailed each other at least once a week, over those five years, and she told me much about her life In our last two years, I managed to get her to open up about her fantasies. So this story is loosely based on her life, and heavily influenced by her fantasies. It is fiction! Enjoy.

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In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five. Ronald Reagan was president, and John DeLorean had just released his flagship DMC-12. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an engineering degree. His achievement landed him an excellent position at one of Cincinnati's leading civil engineering firms.

He was your all-American boy, tall, handsome, olive-skinned, with dark brown hair and eyes. He was mild-natured, and his mother instilled good values and morals into her young man. Above all else, she had hammered home that he should always treat women respectfully and jump to their aid if they were in trouble.

The family were well off. His father was an accountant, and his mother had been an air hostess when the two of them had met. He had three younger sisters. Along with their large home in one of Cincinnati's better suburbs, they owned a holiday home up on the shores of Lake Erie, where they spent most of their summers.

Cory got on with everyone, young or old. He could strike up a conversation with anyone on almost any topic. From a very young age, he had happily joined in his sisters' games and, by his early teens, was in hot demand to attend the birthday parties of his sisters' friends.

He lost his virginity at one of his sister's parties in the summer of seventy-nine. As usual, they were holidaying at Lake Erie, and an older sister of one of his sisters' friends had secreted him away to a guest area of her parents' holiday home, stripped him naked and had her way with him.

Laura was three years older than Cory and was rebelling against the strict upbringing her parents had inflicted on her. That summer, they secretly met whenever they could escape their respective families.

Laura used Cory to advance her knowledge and experience in various sexual activities. She stole her father's hidden books and magazines, and they perused them whenever possible, using them as a guide. Laura taught him how to play with and manipulate her nipples, breasts, inner thighs, ears, mouth, neck and, of course, her genitalia, where her magic little button nestled. They had searched many times for her elusive g-spot without much success, but she often had more than one orgasm during these treasure hunts.

Laura went to college at the end of that summer, and Cory never caught up with her again. But his education with the opposite sex did not end with her departure. He found new popularity with the ladies back home and never lacked for a date.

He had had three steady girlfriends by the time he reached twenty-five. The longest lasted two and a half years and had finished almost a year before when she had found him in bed with her best friend. He had tried, unsuccessfully, to explain that he was fighting to stop her friend and was not making love to her. But the fact that he had his trousers around his ankles, and she was stark naked, astride him, did not make a convincing argument.

They had made up and started dating again a couple of months later, only for him to find her naked in a bedroom with one of his best mates one night. She had been riding his mate hard and did not miss a beat as she yelled at him, "What's it like to walk in on your friend fucking your partner?" He realised he'd been set up, that she had just wanted revenge.

Cory realised at that moment how far he had strayed from the good upbringing his mother had given him and swore to himself that he would change his ways. He practically stopped going to parties and threw himself into his work and sport. He had had one major slip-up with a married woman during this time.

She was the receptionist at a company his firm was doing business with. He worked at their offices three days a week, and she would join him for lunch daily. She was unhappy in her marriage, and one lunchtime, she had asked him to accompany her to a Dire Straits concert on the coming Saturday night. She told him she had bought the tickets, but her husband would not go with her as he had something else he wanted to do.

Halfway through the concert, they had managed to work their way to within ten rows of the stage. The crowd was pulsing and throbbing around them. It was too tight to dance, so he dropped his arms over her shoulders from behind and drew her into his body to protect her from the crush. She wriggled her bum against his crotch, then pulled one of his hands between her legs. He drew up her dress, slipped her panties aside, and fingered her in time to the music.

It seemed like no time at all, and she was writhing against him, her body pulsing and jumping to the beat, then slumping back against him as her climax sapped all the strength from her legs. She recovered quickly, and feeling his rock-hard cock pressing into her back, she turned around, leaned down, and gave him a blow job. The people around them had to have realised what was happening, but no one seemed to take much notice. All were far more interested in the band's antics on the stage.

He had stopped the car beside a river after the show, and they had heated sex on the back seat. Afterwards, she had him drop her off around the corner from her home, as she did not want to get caught getting out of his car by her husband.

Furtively dropping her off like that annoyed him. Again, he had fallen victim to his amoral standing prick. Fortunately, he only had a couple more days at her workplace, and after evading her calls for a couple of weeks, he had managed to extract himself from the situation.

At his youngest sister's twenty-first birthday party a month later, he first saw Maria. She stood in the lounge with a group of girls across from him. Cory was talking to some friends when he gazed across the room and caught Maria's eye. He felt the breath leave his lungs. She was stunningly beautiful, petite, maybe five foot two or three, with blond hair just past her shoulders. Her attire was modest, but she could not hide her trim figure and perky young breasts. He decided there and then that she may be the one he could settle down with.

Cory asked his mates if they knew who she was. One of his mate's girlfriends spoke up, saying she knew her and was a year behind her at school. But then she warned him not to bother with her as she was just a frigid, religious prude. Of course, that just made Cory much more interested. He loved the challenge of a reserved, forbidden woman and strode across the room to give it his best shot.

Maria had been watching Cory Larson all night. She knew who he was. His reputation as a womaniser was well-known in the neighbourhood. She was amazed that even with his reputation, many of the women at the party seemed intent on attracting his attention. Yet, as much as they tried to catch his eye, he didn't seem interested in any of them and, contrary to the rumours, seemed to be quite modest.

She was at the party because she had been allowed out on her first date with a member of the opposite sex. Her date was the same age as her, eighteen. She knew her date reasonably well. They had gone to the same church for as long as she could remember and had been invited to the party as his family were long-time friends of the Larsons'.

The week before the party, both parents gave the young couple strict instructions about how to behave on their date. As Maria had departed for the party, her mother's last words had been to reinforce the no alcohol message, and she quietly reminded Maria yet again about what all boys were after. She had been receiving the same message for several years.

However, once they had arrived at the party, her date had dumped her and moved across the room to talk with some girl, she knew he was forbidden to see. And she noted that he had a drink in his hand within minutes.

Shy and submissive around people she did not know, she had joined a group of girls she vaguely knew. She stood quietly to one side, listening to them discussing all the guys at the party, and was embarrassed by their indecent comments. She wondered how she could leave and get home without dropping her date in trouble.

She looked up to see Cory looking directly at her and could not tear her eyes away. Then, she internally panicked at the unfamiliar surge of warmth that flooded her body as he walked across the room toward her.

He asked if he could get her a drink, and she accepted, even though that was one of the biggest no-nos of the many rules she had received. He didn't even ask her what she wanted, just returned with a Black Russian, which she gulped down rather quickly and then, against her better judgement, found herself agreeing to another one. She sipped the second drink more slowly, and when Cory started talking and asking her questions, she tried to sound interesting and somewhat intelligent. But she was nervous. Her awkwardness with the questions he asked her, some of them loaded with sexual overtones, had her stammering awkward replies.

For Cory, it didn't take him long to realise his friend's girlfriend was probably correct in her summation of the pretty girl. He took in that she struggled to meet his eyes when they talked, and his usual banter either went right over her head or was met with an almost sullen response. But the prospect of all of his friends laughing at him and saying they told him so made him refuse to back off and give up on her so easily. So he struggled, toning his conversation down and taking things much slower than he was used to.

By the time he had coerced her to have a third cocktail, she was loosening up. They danced, and by the night's end, he managed to get her phone number and a promise that she would sneak out and meet him for another date.

Their courtship moved slowly at first as she struggled to find ways to creep out from her parent's scrutiny. Cory was mesmerised by how naive and innocent she was. Everything he taught her brought wonder and surprise to her face. Six months after the party, he met her parents for the first time, as he had asked them if he could take her to a show. On the way home, they stopped at his flat and made love for the first time. It wasn't the most outstanding sex he had had by a long shot, but he was confident that with his experience, he would soon have her climbing the walls in ecstasy.

They married eight months later, just before her nineteenth birthday. Maria gave birth to their first child, Sacha, only six months after the wedding. Her family were unhappy as they were good Catholics and very much against sex outside marriage. They never entirely accepted Cory for bedding their daughter outside of marriage and frowned on the fact that he wasn't a good churchgoer.

Cory and Maria had two more children (boys) in subsequent years, and with Cory being made a partner in his firm just after the second boy was born, they moved into a larger house in a better neighbourhood. To all appearances, they were a well-matched, happy couple with no financial problems and plenty of good friends. But there were issues. Maria was insecure and worried that Cory was playing around.

Maria's upbringing taught her to believe that sex was a duty she was expected to bear, and she couldn't bring herself to experiment or fully let herself go. Her worries about Cory and other women were the cause of many of their arguments.

Cory was, in fact, very faithful. He had numerous opportunities but knew that he would ruin his marriage if he ever succumbed to the pleasures on offer. The morals his mother had instilled in him, and how he had felt that year before he met Maria kept him on the straight and narrow.

Cory travelled often with his work. Sometimes, it was just a night away, but more often, it would be two or three nights overseeing a project in another city. When away, he always bought Marie clothes or lingerie that he thought she would look absolutely beautiful wearing. But to get Maria to wear these items was always a struggle. She was timid and dressed in the most subdued manner possible to avoid being noticed when they went out. And so, the sexy clothes and underwear he bought her mostly sat unused in her wardrobe.

Cory became more and more frustrated. He had tried everything he could think of over the years: sexual aids, vibrators, etc. He even went through a phase of bringing home porn movies with varying themes, hoping one of them would spark some interest. But although she would watch them with him, she made it clear that she was only watching because he wanted her to. The only time she ever loosened up a little was when he managed to load her up with alcohol. And that seldom happened. She almost always limited herself to one drink.

As the years passed, he started to give up. Then, after sixteen years of marriage, things came to a head. Cory loved Maria dearly but slipped up one night while drinking with some mates. He had succumbed to a very alluring redhead and didn't get home until 4:00 a.m.

He didn't bother lying to Maria when he got home. She knew what had happened. She could smell the other woman on him. They had been growing apart for a long time, having different interests. And with only one of their three children still living at home, they decided to part.

Cory had no worries about Maria surviving on her own. She had been working as a nurse when he met her. In the last few years, she had completed some university law and administration papers, which landed her a well-paid position at the hospital near their home. Her job involved liaising between the doctors, nurses, and others, together with the barristers defending the hospital against medical malpractice lawsuits. It meant that financially, she was in a good position to support herself.

Cory sold out his shares in the partnership as he wanted a total change. With the money from the share sale and the money they got from selling their home, they each bought apartments, and Cory set up an investment account for each of them with the considerable sum of money that remained.

He became self-employed and started taking on contract work that took him all over the country, sometimes for months on end.

He would catch up with his children on his visits home and sometimes see Maria at events, like the kids' birthdays, etc. Then, two years after their separation, Cory landed an extremely lucrative three-year contract in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

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It was a stinking hot day, sweat pouring from my body as I struggled up the steps to my apartment. I saw I had a letter from home, and on closer inspection, I saw it was from my daughter, Sacha. I tore the envelope open and read that she was getting married, and wanted me to call her as soon as possible.

I had only four months of my three-year contract left to run. The project was in the wrap-up stage, explaining why I arrived home at 3:00 p.m. on a weekday afternoon. I checked the time and put a call through to the States. Sacha wanted to know the date I was returning home. She and Gary had not entirely tied in a date for their wedding, but they had to decide in the next few days. I gave her my flight schedule, and she was happy to find that there was a date free at their preferred venue just two weeks after I arrived home.

Sasha informed me that they were having the wedding in New Orleans and that even though many of the guests would have to travel quite long distances to attend, she was expecting around eighty people. She asked me about paying for the venue, which I agreed to readily, as I could easily afford it. In the past two and a half years, I had banked about three times more than I would have had I been working with my old firm. And my old firm had paid well.

Sacha gave me the hotel where they would stay so I could book a room. And she informed me that they planned to hold the wedding reception in the same hotel.

I asked after her mother and how she was keeping and then if Maria would be bringing a partner.

"She's looking great," replied Sacha. "She has been attending a gym since you guys split. I don't know if she will be bringing a partner. She says she is dating, but I have never seen her with anyone, and I catch up with her at least once a week."

Then Sacha asked if I would be bringing a partner.

"I don't know. I need to give that some thought," I replied. I needed to find someone to take along if Maria was taking someone. I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy. Why, I do not know. I had all the sex I could ever want here in Malaysia. I shouldn't be the slightest bit concerned about her having met someone. I then forced myself to think happy thoughts and be pleased about her finding someone new. But the pain in my gut told me that deep down, I did not want her to have met anyone.

"Well, I'm going to be putting 'plus Guest' on both of your invitations anyway," Sacha replied.

Upon hanging up, my first thought was that I needed to get back to the gym. There was a company account for all our contractors to attend the local gym, but I had been remiss in my attendance over the last year or more.

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Four months later, I arrived home and booked a hotel in downtown Cincinnati. I couldn't move back into my apartment as I had leased it out while I was away. I had to give the tenants three months' notice. But staying at the hotel worked well, giving me time to settle back into the city and sort out my life without worrying about cooking and housework.

I splashed out and bought new clothes, including an expensive new suit for the wedding day. Sacha had warned me her mother was looking pretty hot, so I felt the need to polish up my act.

I also hit a few car dealers and bought myself a new car. I was very tempted between a V8 Mustang and a McLaren 570S Spider. But I knew they were both ridiculous, as I couldn't turn up at a construction site in either car. I finally settled on a brand new Lexus RX350. That was a much better choice. I could go skiing or fishing and turn up on a worksite without looking like some monied snob.

I didn't catch up with Maria in those two weeks I was back in Cincinnati. I wanted to, but I was unsure how she would receive me. The first time I saw her was in New Orleans when both sides of the family met for dinner the night before the wedding. I had met Sacha's husband-to-be, Gary, three times since I had been home, but it was the first time I had met his parents and some of his extended family.

Maria had taken my breath away when she walked into the room. She had a finely sculptured body, almost a picture of how trim she had been in our early years of dating. I noted that she must have been on a rigorous exercise program. It made me realise how out of shape I was, even with the last few months of exercise I had put in.