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Click here"You didn't like it?" she asked, a questioning look on her face.
"No," I said.
She gave me a look like she didn't believe me. She felt between my legs and I got harder.
A minute later she straddled my face, lowering her wet sloppy sex onto me as she brought me off to my last orgasm. It was pure bliss.
Afterward we dressed, finding Rick in the kitchen as we left his house. I shook his hand, thanked him, but didn't mention anything about doing it again. I told him it was intense and I needed to process it.
The ride home was strangely quiet, both of us in our own world.
I broke the ice first, "Was it what you expected?"
She reached over and grabbed my hand, smiling lazily at me, like an athlete that had just finished a long race.
"I think I finished five or six times. I never felt like that. How I just came and it kept going and going. It was his fingers, inside me, my G spot I think," Anastasia's voice trailed off.
"I think you squirted," I said.
"Maybe, probably," Anastasia answered.
I waited a minute or two, thinking how I wanted to ask my next question. I wasn't sure if she'd be angry or upset.
"What if I said I didn't want us messing around with him again?" I asked.
"Then we wouldn't mess around with him again," she answered quickly.
I was stunned. Could she just turn him of like that? After what she'd experienced?
"I'm not saying we will, I'm just saying what if I called it off?"
She was silent for a moment, I glanced at her and I could see her eyes were closed as if she was contemplating something important, frowning.
"My ex-husband cheated on me, I know what it's like," she said.
"So I heard," I had heard her mention it.
"So I know what it's like to be betrayed. Josh, if I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be with you."
"Okay?" I answered, not knowing what to say.
"I like you a lot, I love you," she answered.
We'd used the L word from time to time, but never in this situation, where it was so serious. My heart did back-flips.
"You have a good job, you're funny, we have great sex, I love your personality, we have such great communication," she continued.
"But Rick, he did things to you I never did," I answered.
"Rick is a good guy, he's good looking, but he's not my type."
"Really?" I asked and she could see I was pleased.
"Your feelings are important to me. If you don't want me to do it again, I won't," she answered.
"Thank you," I said, almost a whisper.
"But there is another path," she said with a smile.
I looked at her quizzically. "Another path?"
"Pavlov's dogs," she said.
I knew Pavlov, his experiments were world famous. He trained dogs to drool at the sound of a bell.
"What do you mean?"
"You can put your sexuality in my hands," she answered, a smirk on her face.
"It kind of is already isn't it?"
"Sort of. But you need to open your mind. I can take you places you never imagined."
"You already have," I answered, "You're crazy."
"Just think about it," she said.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm just being honest, I think you'd like it. I can see it in you."
I stared through the windshield, her offer obviously intriguing.
"What would you do?"
"You'd have to say yes to find out," now she was smiling, and I realized she was setting a trap for me.
"I'm not falling for it," I answered.
"That's fine," she said, "I can be patient."
I didn't know what to say, we kept driving.
"I love you," I said.
She looked at me again, this time with a big grin and winked at me.
My heart went into my throat. I wanted to ask her the question, and as I pulled into my driveway, I killed the engine.
"Umm, okay, I have a question for you."
"Sure?"
"Can I kiss you?"
She smiled at me and leaned toward me and I gave her a kiss. When our lips parted she made to get out of the car and reached out and touched her leg.
"Wait, I have to ask you," I said.
"What?"
"Have you ever thought about getting married again?"
"I'm barely divorced, but sure, it crossed my mind," she answered.
"Like, to me," I stammered.
"That's what I meant," she answered and I nervously laughed, wanting a glass of water for my suddenly parched tongue.
"So, this path, you realize if we were to, you know, hypothetically get married, it would blow everything up right?"
She looked at me, shaking her head.
"What?" I said.
"You don't understand," she answered.
"What?" I repeated.
"Getting married would be a good first step," she answered.
"What, why?" I answered.
"Because then you'd really have something to lose."
"I need to lose you?"
"You'd need to fear losing me," she answered.
"I already fear losing you. That's why we're having this conversation," I said, thinking this was obvious.
"Then ask me!"
I gulped, was it really coming down to this? Was I really going to ask this question, coming home from a threesome where I'd put my best friend's cock in my mouth?"
"Will you marry me?" I asked.
"Of course," she answered.
It was the first step.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 months agoI’m not going to leave a lengthy comment because I’m too anxious to read part 2. All I’ll say is fabulous story…the best I’ve read on Literotica.
Mr_Lusty12 months agoPerfection. Thank you for this story. I live vicariously through stories as such.
Anonymousabout 1 year ago4 or 5 times each year we will have cuckold trysts where I suck & fuck a lover while my husband watches. Invariably after my lover fucks me, I “force” my husband to lick & suck my cummy pussy to clean me. If a blow my lover until he cums in my mouth, I’ll typically snowball my husband. Frequently I’ll “force” him to suck & lick my lover’s cock clean after my lover fucks me, too. Frequently I’ll “force”him to suck my lover’s cock to get it hard for me. I don’t want to establish a routine with our cuckold escapades. I like to keep my husband guessing about what his role will be.
If I know in advance that my lover is bisexual, I will “force“ my husband to suck my lover to completion. Then I “force” him to either snowball me or swallow my lover’s cum. I only do that when I know that my lover is bisexual. I’m afraid that my husband would be devastated if he tried & failed to get a guy off sucking his cock. That certainly isn’t a part of his bisexual cuckold fantasy.
Even though we only have 4 or 5 bisexual cuckold adventures each year, they provide more erotic stimulation to our relationship than those numbers might suggest. Between escapades, I love to tease my husband about me sucking & fucking different hunk celebrities or strangers that we encounter. Invariably I’ll coyly ask my husband if he would eat my creampie if the celebrity or stranger fucked me. I’ll also ask him if he would help me by sucking their cock to get it hard for me, or if he would clean their cock by sucking & licking it after they fucked me. These teasing questions never fail to both greatly embarrass & greatly arouse my husband.
Also, I like spicing up our sex life by reliving the events of our earlier cuckold adventures. I like telling my husband how sexy he looks with a cock in his mouth or swallowing cum. I also love telling him how wonderful it makes me feel when he cleans my nasty, cummy pussy after one of my lovers fucks me. In addition, I love telling my husband how thoughtful it is for him to clean my lovers’ cocks by licking & sucking them after they’ve fucked me. Again, my husband is both embarrassed & greatly turned on when I talk to him about how I’ve cuckolded him in the past any how I may want to do it in the future.
Frequently, when I tease my husband about our cuckold trysts, real & imagined, I like doing it in semi public areas in a voice loud enough that my husband invariably fears that somebody else may hear what I’m saying. When I do that, not only does he blush, but invariably he gets an erection, too.
In his fiction, B_Couric perfectly captured the emotion of my loving bisexual cuckold marriage. I’ve always felt that other cuckold stories were typically ridiculous. That’s because they portray the guy as a pathetic wimp in a loveless marriage. Obligatorily the women are hateful.
My husband is thoughtful, caring, loving, & sensitive. The world knows him as a take charge man who is very admired & successful in life. At home he’s my protector, provider, & strength. To the world, my husband is an alpha dog. At home he can relax, submit to me and give me control of his sexuality. He trusts me unconditionally. I consider that trust sacred. I would never betray it. No one could love their husband more than I do. The two things I want more than anything else in my relationship is intimacy and control. My husband gives me both of those in spades.
Because he is such a powerful man & because everyone, including myself, has such respect for him, the fact that I can exert control sexually over my husband is both empowering, exhilarating & reaffirming of my femininity and sexuality. I often tease my husband that he’s the first man who I loved more than my spirited stallion that I had when I was a teenager. In someways, I get the same exhilaration controlling my husband sexually that I got controlling my stallion.
I suspect most women who cuckold their men, do so because their men want & even need it. These women don’t hate their men. In fact, managing such a relationship requires much love, understanding, time & tremendous effort by the wife. However, I can assure all women out there that indulging a husband or a partner who is an eager cuckold, can provide both the man & woman with an incredibly loving & meaningful relationship. Such a relationship can have an intimacy, that no other man/woman relationship can achieve.
In summary, I would say that a cuckold relationship isn’t for everyone. However, most people & even most authors that write about it really don’t have a clue about what such a relationship typically is. For whatever reasons, B_Couric does have a clue, & his story has captured the emotional essence of my own relationship.
