I can only wait, wondering when he will return. And what if he never returns? What if something has happened to him?“Seit Logan gegangen ist, ist ...mein Herz so leer wie mein Bett,“ I tell myself softly out loud.I tend to lapse into German in times of strong emotion. In order to help break that habit, I translate it into English and repeat it. “Since Logan has been gone, my heart is as empty as my bed.”Oh, stop, I remind myself. Enough self-pity. You are not the only person to be left. Taking My Dreams Beyond CuckoldingAfter having all those cuckold experiences with my neighbors, I realized that I wanted to find other cocks to suck. The first person I thought of was my boss, Henry. Henry is in his mid-fifties, and we traveled together every few weeks or so, usually staying in hotels for two or three nights on each trip. He was always complaining that his wife had lost interest in sex, and he routinely hit on the waitresses and other ladies in the bars we frequented.Henry. Tell me.” It was a revision of the schedule she’d spoken earlier.“I don’t want to wait until you turn fifteen to take you off the pill. The pill you already took today will be the last one you’ll take. I don’t want us to use any kind of protection at all. None. Starting now.” She smiled, said, “That’s what I want, too”, and increased the massaging motion, now more obviously humping against me, forward, back, forward, back, and then doing so with closed eyes. I could feel the slit. I. Her head started bobbing and weaving back and forth. “Everyone stay where you are. Your making our guest nervous.” The shuffling settled down and so did their guest. She moved her head back for Jake to rub. He was more than happy to resume his task. The clomp of the cook’s cane made the eel turn. Then she let out a sort of chuffing sound.“So, it true. I’ll be. The boyo he comes down and says Capt he wants a nice piece of meat for his new pet. Says the Capt has an eel on the railing on the pilot.