Be careful What You Wish For, Cuck Ch. 04

"I'm doing some research on where we can go, to find a partner for you," Jorge said.

"Oh, I was thinking we can just go clubbing in another city. You hang back or stay home. I'll meet someone, the old fashioned way," Flora offered.

Jorge looked at her. His mind was swirling with all the possibilities. Flora was a beautiful woman so it only made sense men would want her. They didn't even really need to find a swinging group. Jorge nodded, his cheeks tinting pink.

"You're right, we'll do it however you prefer," Jorge said. Flora nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Jorge kissed her back and then she pulled away. His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of what was to come.

***

That Saturday the plan began to come into motion. Flora was ready and Jorge agreed to stay at home. The first experience Flora had would be completely her own. Jorge wouldn't be there to stop or influence it. She would be in full control. She only promised to tell him everything when she came back home.

The night began smooth. Flora went out to a club in a different city with Clarissa.

Never in a million years would she have thought herself not only flirting with another man but gearing up to fuck him.

Guilt crept up Flora's spine as she began to scour the place for men. She felt like she was back in college again looking for some fun. But soon she grew tipsy and didn't care. Jorge wanted this so why should she feel guilty about doing it?

Flora was on the dance floor when she felt hands slip around her waist. Excitement shot through her like an electric bolt up her spine.

She shook her hips against the sultry stranger before turning around to see the face of the man she was grinding up against. She turned, studying him under the dim lights of the night club. He was about Jorge's height. He was charming and handsome. She couldn't help but continuously compare him to Jorge.

They danced together. Their bodies grinding, moving to the beat. Flora fluttered with glee. She felt like a new woman. She felt like she could have it all. She could be a hoe and a housewife, so to speak. Her mind filled with the possibilities. Every selfish thing she's ever wanted. Jorge wanted her to be selfish. And some things she didn't even realize she wanted until they were right in front of her.

The song ended and the man laced his fingers around Flora's.

"Should we go find somewhere to talk, somewhere a bit more private," he offered. Flora nodded.

The man took Flora by the hand and led her out of the dancefloor. They made it to the bar and he bought them both drinks. Flora let her hand rest on his bicep. He had a deep complexion and dark brown eyes. It was clear to Flora that he was the kind of man who went to the gym every chance he had.

"Graham," he said.

"Flora," she replied.

They began to speak at the bar. Flora got into the rhythm of flirting with a stranger. It felt like speaking a foreign language with a native for the first time outside of class. She was in foreign territory she hadn't been in a very long time.

Flora's mind was spinning. Physically she was deeply attracted to him. The more she looked at him the deeper the attraction seemed to become. The more they spoke the easier it was for her to see herself getting into bed with him.

Graham seemed to like her. He laughed at all her jokes and moved closer to her as they drank. He placed his hand on her hip. Flora was drawn to him.

Flora reached up and ran her fingers through Graham's hair. She couldn't help but touch him. "So, what's a guy like you doing single?" Flora countered back from one of his earlier questions. Graham chuckled. His features were so severe and masculine under the harsh lighting of the club. Jorge was more cute, pretty, good looking, where as this guy was quite manly. She liked manly men but she couldn't help but compare any man to Jorge.

"Well, I've never been interested in not being single," Graham admitted to her.

"Ahh, you're one of those," Flora teased him.

Graham feigned offence. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're afraid of commitment. Not that it bothers me," Flora replied. "I'm really not looking for any commitments."

"And what do you mean by that?" Graham leaned in. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind Flora's ear. She felt her heart almost skip a beat. Flirting was exhilarating it was like a sport, and just like any other sport Flora was playing to win.

"I mean that if you were interested in taking this out of the bar," Flora paused. She let a hand run down Graham's chest. Her eyes never left his. "I wouldn't cause too much of a fuss in the morning, after you made me some breakfast of course. I expect to be completely worn out," her tone was light and breathy. Graham's eyes were wide as he stared down at her.

"I don't know many women who are so forward," Graham admitted then.

"If this goes well, I can be forward with you again, and again, and again," Flora said, dropping her tone to a seductive octave.

Graham moved his hand, grazing the front of Flora's chest. She felt the material of her bra graze her nipple. She was hypersensitive and turned on. Flora had built up this idea of fucking a man who wasn't her husband. The more she told herself the sexy story of this, the more it turned her on, the more taboo it felt, the more right it felt.

Flora almost forgot that she was with Clarissa until she noticed her walking toward them.

"Should I make myself scarce?" Clarissa said, approaching Flora. She had her arm on Graham's bicep and looked toward Clarissa before nodding.

"Yes, I think I'll be able to find my own way home tonight." Flora winked at the man in front of her. The cocktails were flowing and Flora thought she would forget his name soon enough.

Clarissa said bye and walked off into the nightclub. She was practically sober and ready to drive home. The night was about Flora, about how she needed to branch out and fuck a man who isn't her husband.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing single?" Graham questioned her.

"I'm actually married," Flora half whispered. Graham's eyes widened.

"So..." he trailed off. Confusion was written all over his face.

"No, this was my husbands idea. We are open, in a way," she responded.

Graham perked up at this and he moved towards Flora. His hands were on her hips, his pelvis was pressed up against her body. She could feel his hard cock against her stomach. Her insides fluttered.

"Let's go back to mine then," he whispered in her ear before taking her earlobe in his mouth. Flora melted into him as the excitement overwhelmed her.

***

Graham's apartment was nicer than what Flora was expecting. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect but she had a nice surprise when she walked in. It was modern and clean which was more than she could say about any of the men's places her friend's would tell her about when she was in college.

"Would you like a drink?" Graham said. Flora turned to face him as he shut the front door behind them. He seemed as if he couldn't keep his hands off her.

"I think we've both had enough to drink tonight," Flora replied. She wasn't just teasing, she felt a little drunk and if she got worse she wouldn't be in as much control as she would want to be to fuck Graham.

"Mmhm, I think you're right." Graham's hands slipped around Flora's waist and he pulled her close to him. Their bodies were flush against one anothers. He dipped down and pressed his lips against Flora's.

They explored each other's bodies, kissing in the entryway of Graham's apartment. Her mind flashed back to the last man she slept with before Jorge. A guy she went to highschool with, they dated their junior and senior year. The first man Flora ever had sex with. He was nowhere near as good as Jorge. Not in looks, not in dick size, not in stamina. In fact, if Flora thought about it Jorge was probably the best lay she ever had. It was true in recent months he had been lacking in bed. Now she knew it was because of the porn, but when he wasn't watching that as much he was very good at what he did.

Graham lifted Flora so her legs were wrapped around his body. He walked them into his bedroom and dropped Flora onto the bed.

"Fuck you look so good," he groaned. Flora let the flattery swell inside her.

Graham came down over Flora, pulling her clothing off her, almost ripping it. He pulled his own clothing off and soon they were both naked.

Flora's heart beat in her chest whilst her mind raced. She filtered through all the thoughts anyone would have if they were about to fuck someone who wasn't their partner for the first time in a decade.

Graham pushed a hand toward Flora's wet pussy. He placed two fingers near her clit and rubbed. Flora blinked down at his hand. He missed her clit. She grabbed his wrist and got him in the right place. Soon pleasure flooded her. Graham chuckled as he looked down at Flora. Her eyes flew open. She reached up to kiss him, but when their lips touched he pulled back a little too quickly.

Flora tried not to let anything distract her. Besides, she couldn't compare the mind blowing sex with a man who knew every tiny inch of her body with someone she just met. This would just have to be hot for different reasons.

Without warning Graham took hold of Flora's hair. He began to pull her down toward his cock. In her tipsy state she blanked out for a moment and the next thing she knew he was sitting and she was between his legs.

"You going to suck my cock for me?" he asked.

Flora nodded. Although she didn't appreciate the way he spoke to her she was letting it go. This was so new to her, maybe this is just how guys were now. She shut her eyes and let him guide her over the head of his cock. Graham was salty from the night they had. She couldn't help but notice the taste was not nearly as good as Jorge's, but she continued.

"Good little cocksucker," Graham groaned as he pulled Flora up and down the length of his cock. Another thing she couldn't help but notice was his cock wasn't as thick as Jorge's, wasn't as aesthetically pleasing either. She was completely out of her element but she wanted to keep going. Besides, the sex could still be mind blowing. If it was hot she could consider doing this for Jorge again but at that point it felt more like a prayer than something that would really happen.

Graham pushed her head down so hard she felt him hit the back of her throat. Flora groaned and sputtered. She had her hands flat on his thighs. In her moment of choking she pushed up and dug her nails into him.

"Too deep," Flora sputtered with drool coming down the side of her mouth. She was usually such a princess, even in bed, this wasn't how she gave blow jobs, she didn't get messy. Clouds entered her mind and she stared at Graham, not quite deciding that she wanted this to end. Instead Flora was determined to go with the flow.

"Alright sorry baby, I know I can be a bit big. Especially if your husband hasn't been satisfying you," Graham said.

Flora's eyes narrowed in on him. "I never said my husband doesn't please me."

"Oh-" he paused, he knew he fucked up and in the middle of sex too. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Come here, I'll make you feel so good."

Flora nodded and crawled up to him. His tone sounded promising even if Flora knew deep down he wasn't up to the standard she was used to. Flora pushed that feeling down and let him kiss her. She was straddling Graham until he flipped them over. His hand was between Flora's legs again. The sensation alone was enough for Flora to get wet.

He pressed his fingers against her clit and rubbed. Flora finally felt like they were getting somewhere. She could maybe have the chance to cum that night.              

"Are you ready for me?" Graham said as he pulled his fingers off her clit. Any pleasure that was building up inside Flora came crashing down around her as he took away the one source of pleasure he was giving to her.

Flora laid there, shock coming over her. She wasn't sure if she could say no and tell him to finish what he damned well started. So she nodded and he shoved his cock inside her.

He pushed in and out of her hard and fast. Flora was still a little tipsy so she was giving him some time so she could adjust to the fact that he was fucking her. He kept going, getting faster and harder but not in a good way. His movements were shallow and he wasn't doing anything else. He was barely looking at her.

Flora felt herself dry up like a damned prune. She wasn't sure how much more of this jackhammering she was going to be able to handle. She didn't know what to do as she laid there. Her frustration was growing with every thrust.

"Okay okay," Flora said trying to calm herself down. Graham barely heard her, he just groaned and drove his jackhammer dick deeper inside her.

"That's it. Get off me," Flora grunted before shoving him off. Graham fell to the side and looked up at her with wide eyes. Flora grabbed his top sheet and wiped herself before hopping off the bed. "You fucking suck at this," she told him.

"What the fuck?" Graham said his mouth wide open as he stared at Flora.

"Piece of fucking shit," she cursed as she walked around the room to find her clothes.

"What is wrong with you?" Shock permeated through Graham's tone. Flora turned around to face him, clearly exasperated.

"You're so bad at fucking it's not even funny. Look, I'm out of here," she then said before even letting him reply. Flora left the room and then the apartment.

***

Flora came back home tipsy. Her feet hurt, she was developing a headache, and she was unsteady. She shut the door behind her, the click alerting Jorge that she had come home. He came out of whatever room he was in and grabbed her handbag.

"How was it? How did it go?" Jorge asked. Enthusiasm was laced through his tone. Flora grumbled at Jorge. She was not in the mood to talk about it and yet he was being so incessant.

"I need a minute." Flora walked through the house, up the stairs and into their room. She began to strip off her clothes from the night, kicking off her shoes first, then her outfit followed.

"Come on Flora, I got to know what happened."

Jorge would not let it go. Flora turned to him with deadly eyes. Her patience completely wore thin.

"How it went is you let your wife get fucked by another man. In fact, you were practically begging for it."              

Jorge stared at her with round eyes. Perhaps snapping wasn't out of character for Flora anymore because he only seemed half shocked.

"Oh... I know. I just want to know what happened," he continued. It was as if he didn't hear a word that came out of her mouth.

"You are so fucking pathetic, Jorge," she said before slipping on a large sleep shirt. It was the opposite of sexy, enveloping her body and going all the way down to her knees. She padded around the room grabbing makeup wipes and wiping aggressively at her face as Jorge kept his eyes trained on her.

"Is that the game you're playing?" Jorge said, a moan almost slipped through his tone. He seemed to think this was some kind of game that maybe Flora was playing with him. He didn't seem to realize that she was being serious and just wanted to be left alone in that moment.

"No games Jorge, just I think it's hilarious that you let me fuck another man and yet you want the details. Just be happy with what you've got already," she snapped back at him.

"And what's that?"

"To know that I did it," Flora said.

Jorge went quiet and finally Flora didn't need to keep speaking. She crawled onto the bed and passed out within a minute.

Jorge was left staring at his sleeping wife. Confusion overwhelmed him. What in the world had just happened? She seemed so into it just a few hours before but then when she got home she had seemed to transform into a completely different woman.

Jorge had to go downstairs and lay on the couch to catch his breath. He laid back and shut his eyes, his thoughts went back to all the cuck stories he had read. They were nothing like what happened to him. Flora didn't match the script of what was meant to happen at all.

In fact, he couldn't even prove if she had sex with another man or not. Once she took her makeup off she was a little flushed but that could have just been from the alcohol. Her clothes were a little crumpled and her hair was a little wild... but then again both of those things happen when you go out dancing. Was this all just a ploy to mess with him? Had she even slept with another man.

Jorge eventually picked himself up and dragged himself to bed. He got under the covers as the disappointment settled into his bones.