PART TWO

The closest Chris really got to my cheerleader sweater was when he did 
my laundry.  That was one task he seemed to really enjoy, because it was 
the one chance he got to get really close to some of my prettiest 
intimate items and it was when he could spend some time with the 
sweaters I'd worn that week. Of course, my sweaters always had to be 
cared for by hand, and many was the time in college when I'd return from 
a date with a cum-soaked cardigan or pullover in hand, to give to Chris 
to wash that night.  Knowing Chris would be doing the cleaning made it 
more fun for me when a date would cum while rubbing between my breasts 
while I was wearing a sweater.  And even washing another guy's cum from 
the sweater was something Chris enjoyed.

There  was even a period of about six  months when I was also going 
steady with Chris's room-mate.   Partly I think I  did that to test 
Chris and to see if he really  was  totally devoted to me.  Sometimes 
I'd come over, give  Chris  some of my school work to do, then while he 
went  off to the  library to work I'd stay and have sex with  his 
room-mate.  But through it all Chris stayed loyal  to me, and on the day 
of  our graduation he asked me to  marry him and I agreed--for a lot  of 
reasons,  including the fact that he comes from a rich family,  is a 
tremendously devoted guy.   But I did make sure that he understood that 
although I would demand  absolute loyalty from him, I  would need to 
have the freedom  to  goout with other  guys even after we were married.  
He wasn't  pleased  with the idea, but knew that he had to agree if he  
wanted  to marry me.  So in June, 1991, we got married.

Although it was obvious to both me and Chris that I was  the  "dominant" 
person in our relationship, we didn't  know anything at  that time about 
dominant/submissive  relationships, and I'm not  sure I even really knew  
what a "fetish" was--I just thought  Chris had a "thing" for women's 
sweaters.  In any case, we  quickly  settled into a very happily married 
relationship. Chris  became (and still is) a software consultant with an  
office in the  house, while I have worked a variety of  jobs, and our 
sex life  was very satisfying (especially  to me!).  In fact, soon after 
we  got married we  drifted into an informal sex schedule in which  
Chris  would satisfy me orally four weeknights per week (but  we  
wouldn't have intercourse those nights),  I'd go out  with someone  else 
one weeknight and on Saturdays, and  then on Sundays I'd have  
intercourse with Chris.

This schedule, of course, kept Chris really horny most  of the  time, 
and I noticed that the hornier he was the  more devoted to  pleasing me 
he was and the more  obsessed he was with my  sweaters.  When sweater 
sets first came back into style, he went crazy buying me every  color  
and material he could find.  In fact, shopping for sweaters to buy for 
me was basically his only "outside the house" activity.  But I knew he 
loved it, although we never talked about  his  fascination until about 
two years ago.  It was  about then that we  got a computer and I started  
discovering the world of adult  internet sites and  learning about what 
lots of people do that I  didn't  know  anything about--and I started to 
realize that I   probably had a bit of a "dominant" side to me and that  
Chris  certainly seemed to be "submissive" and certainly had an 
obsessive interest in any sweater I wore.