Well, She Finally Asked Me... Ch. 03

JAY: Guys know what is important.

ME: Yeah, but she really turned me on, and I had always loved petite, small breasted women. In the beginning before she let me screw her, she only gave me hand jobs.

JAY: Poor guy.....

ME: They were fantastic. At first, she would only let me feel her up through her top, but it was still exciting. She knew what she was doing, holding me at bay to hook me on the line. The night she took off her top and was topless in blue jeans and let me play with her titties and kiss them as she gave me a hand job, it was fucking awesome. I came so hard; I was so glad to finally get to first base.

JAY: You really are a beta, just saying.

ME: Yeah, I know. By the time she finally let me screw her, the sex was fantastic, and I was in love with her.

JAY: Better sex than with Dan?

ME: Better, in that it quieted my homosexual longing. I love sex in any form. Katie and I screwed a lot early on in our marriage, but her libido is a fraction of mine. Eventually, in the recent past, to quell my urges that didn't jive with her lower libido she has gone back to giving me hand jobs in place of full sex most of the time.

JAY: And that's where the gayness creeped back in, right?.......

We ended our chat and agreed to continue our conversation. From this point, things took an unexpected change in more than one way. On Wednesday at work, Karissa called my office line, telling me she was sending a visitor up to see me. I was standing when Jay made a quick knock on my open office door, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Well, hello," Jay said. "Thought I'd drop by to say hi."

"Fancy seeing you here," I replied, somewhat dumbfounded. "Wow," I grinned.

Peeking out of my office, making sure no one was coming, I closed the door most of the way. Then behind the door out of view, I fairly lunged into Jay, pressing my mouth onto his. All the buildup in our chats, revealing my sexuality and history to Jay, I wanted him. We kissed hungrily, then Jay broke it off rather abruptly, telling me:

"Whoa, Tiger, not so fast," as he disengaged and sat on the edge of my desk. "I'm eager to make this happen, but there's a few details that probably needed to be worked out first. Hang tight. If you are free, I'll give you a call Saturday afternoon."

With that, Jay left, giving me a wry smile as he squeezed my hand. Jay's visit left me flustered. I was so hard after he left, I was a wreck the remainder of the afternoon. The way Jay showed up out of the blue, held me at bay with a hint of future possibilities, then leaving as quickly as he arrived was such an Alpha thing to do to a cock hungry beta. That night when Katie went to bed, I jacked off on the couch in a fantastic, frenetic masturbation, fantasizing about closing the door to my office and blowing Jay during his visit. Jay's visit, kissing him, and the hint of possibly getting together, had me more than aroused in gay sexual desire.

Admittedly, things with Katie had been totally flat. We were civil and loving, but there was an air of something being different, it was over a month that I had any sexual contact with Katie, certainly no screwing, but also her ignoring me for a hand job. Things were different; they had been slowly getting weird ever since Katie saw me together with Kevin that night when we sucked each other off. And it seemed it was during the time when Jay and I were communicating about my sex life and desires that Katie kinda shut things down, I don't think either of us knew how to handle the situation though I think we both wanted some sort of resolution. I felt totally in limbo; no sex with Katie and a vague possibility of hooking up with Jay after I had revealed so much to him about myself.

Friday night, Katie texted me that she was going out with friends, that she might be late. I was already asleep when Katie got into bed after one in the morning, when she kissed my cheek letting me know she was home. In the morning, I was getting out of bed and was going to let her sleep, when she tugged my hand and said "Honey, we have to talk." Every husband cringes when he hears the words "honey, we have to talk". Katie was in her pajamas, and I was naked when I plopped back in bed, not knowing what I should be fearing to hear.

"I love you, Bobby, you know that," Katie whispered as she nuzzled up against me. "That will never change. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately."

Oh, no, here it comes I thought. As she told me this, she rubbed her hand across my penis. Wow, something must be up. No sex or affection for well over a month, now she is fidgeting on my penis as she is going to give me "the talk".

"Honey, I think we should start dating other people." Bam. Straight to the point. "You've fantasized about me having a boyfriend. I know it gets you excited when I do this," as her hand stroked my rapidly hardening penis "and you talk fantasy about me screwing another guy," Katie said. "I've been seeing Eric; you can't be upset. I know you like men. You've told me about your fantasies and your experiences with other guys, and I've seen you do it, you and Kevin."

Wow. What a bombshell. Not that I should've been surprised by the way things had been around the house lately after Katie saw me suck Kevin's cock. Kevin was right. If your wife knows you like gay sex and especially if she has seen it, rarely will they let it go and it can change the relationship for the poorer. My mind was racing a thousand miles an hour hearing all this from Katie. The touch of her hand stroking my now very erect penis made the fog in my mind even cloudier. This wonderful sensation in my penis always was the most important thing in my life, sex.

Strangely, knowing Katie had most likely screwed Eric the evening before with her getting home so late, made my penis tingle hard at the thought. All the hand jobs she had given me as I told her how hot it would be to see her screw another guy, was coming home to roost. Now, hearing about it in fact, the tender touch of her hand on my penis made it ache at the image in my mind of my hottie wife Katie being made love to be another man. Lucky devil. Couldn't blame him.

Images of him kissing her pretty little titties, nuzzling her neck and face in lovers abandon, fondling her breasts, feeling up her hottie ass, licking her pussy, fucking her....and Katie responding passionately in kind, stroking his nice cock before spreading her legs and allowing him to penetrate her damp pussy. Only a cuck would revel in thoughts like these of his pretty wife being screwed by another man. And what did it mean that Katie was stroking me as she let on about her and Eric? Was she going to "toss me off" with a parting hand job, then 'adios muchacho'?

Instinctively, I reached a hand under her pajama top to feel her breasts, knowing she might pull my hand away, as she had many times before, not wanting to be touched. She didn't stop me as I then lifted off her pajama top to see and touch her fantastic petite breasts. Katie pulled off her pajama bottoms and climbed over me, grinding her fragrant pussy in my face. The scent of it was pungent and ripe, she hadn't showered since she had fucked Eric, so it smelled and tasted strongly of sex.

Of course, I wished it was full of his semen, but none was there, only in my dreams. Though all of what she told me hit so fast, I was singularly focused on the incredible taste of her pussy. Yes, I was a cuckold, a lifelong closet cocksucker, but Katie's pussy was the sweetest I had ever known. Coupled with being denied sexual contact with her for so many long weeks and the knowledge that she was screwing Eric, and that this might be the last lick I might enjoy of her damp femininity, licking it was nirvana.

Katie ground her pussy onto my face as I lapped at it like a rabid hound. It tasted so fucking good. I insatiably licked and kissed at it as she danced it on my face. My tongue found its way up her butthole, and she squirmed. It was a shock to me that she was so into my hungry licking in such an animated expression of sex towards me, sex that she had denied me by her cuckolding attitude towards me. She finally climbed off, she slid down to my penis, licking, kissing and finally sucking my cock. Katie never was much into cock sucking, though it felt good right then. I wondered if when she was with Eric that she made more of an effort at sucking cock to please him. She sucked not long, but the sensation was fabulous, and my penis tingled from her efforts when she then climbed onto my hard penis and began screwing me.

I fondled her lovely little titties as she rode me, when I then rolled on top of her, and began fucking her wildly in my amazement at the whole turn of events. This was no ordinary fuck as my arousal of always being so turned on by her petite feminine loveliness. Kissing and licking at her titties and kissing her, I was possessed in sexual arousal. In my arousal, I buried my face into her armpits, drinking in the scent of her body as I sniffed and licked at them. I loved the scent of her body through her armpits, it always drove me mad, an aphrodisiac. Sex was always many times better when she was un-showered and ripely feminine, than if she was completely fresh and bathed. If she would have allowed it, I would gladly ejaculate in her armpits, across her breasts and lick it clean.

When Katie slipped a finger in my butthole, she knew the reaction it would cause. The wondrous, baneful scent of her armpits and their radioactive sexual pheromones produced an aroma assaulting my face and nostril so powerful that with her fingering me, I could not help but uncontrollably ejaculate my arousal up into Katie as I wildly pounded her pussy with my penis. We were bucking and moaning our sexual release and it took quite a few moments to settle down, joined together.

The scent of sex and her body along with the tackiness of sexual perspiration lay only momentarily in calmness when Katie again climbed over me and again ground her semen-soaked pussy into my face. Now sticky and tangy with my jizz, I'm not sure her pussy could have tasted any better. Of course, I thought the same thing only minutes earlier licking her out before we fucked. As she danced her pussy on my face, my licking molestation of her tangy pussy was no less eager. During a sexual episode like this, time fairly stood still, when she finally climbed her pussy off my face and snuggled next to me in affection.

"I should have brought up us dating other people a long time ago, shouldn't I of have?" Katie whispered as she gave a playful pinch to my bottom.

"Oh, fuck!" I replied. "I'm not sure about anything anymore, that was so good."

My head was still spinning from her telling me about her and Eric and spinning from such a good fuck. It was like a honeymoon fuck or a "make up from an argument" fuck or a "I really fucking love you" fuck all rolled into one. Despite it being such a tremendous fuck, there was a twinge of dread knowing that it might be a parting fuck. Again, honestly, maybe it was the beta nature of my character for Katie to have relatively cuckolded me and increasingly withheld and deny me sex. This denial and withholding led to her settling in on mostly hand jobs as our sexual contact as a couple, which led me to act out in effeminate expression wearing panties during hand jobs. This effeminate expression and revealing bi and gay fantasies during "pillow talk" led to perhaps greatly diminished intimacy and greatly increasing our own weird husband wife dynamic not too different than true cuckolding.

And honestly, if I had not settled into such a subconscious beta cuckold mindset, then perhaps Katie would not have sensed my underlying effeminate beta sexual attraction to cock. Then perhaps she never would have asked if I had ever sucked cock leading to an even greater wife/cuck dynamic and her wanting to know about and witness my cock sucking desires firsthand. So, the flaw in my character made her withhold sex and cuck me, now evident with her screwing Eric. If things would have been different and Katie had not sensed my effeminate beta nature and had continued screwing me like we just did, perhaps my cock sucking would have remained in the closet. But, too late now to turn back time.

The scent of sex and especially the massive scent of her fragrant pussy covering my face stirred my penis as it always did after I was lucky enough to screw Katie and then lick my own semen from her. Katie knew this as she again lightly stroked my penis as she dropped another bomb:

"I have something else to tell you. I had lunch with Jay yesterday. I've known Jay for a very long time. He was married to one of my sister's friends. Jay became one of those gay friends a girl sometimes loves knowing. I confided a lot in him about you. When I told him about how much you loved it when I'd masturbate you in panties and the sex bisexual fantasies you told me, he asked me if I thought you might be gay. He knows about you and me and I told him I saw with you suck Kevin."

"I...I...I don't know what to say," I said truthfully.

"You'll have to forgive me for revealing so much, but Jay has a big crush on you. I think with me confiding in him about our marriage and how many fantasies you have about sex with guys, I told him it would be okay if you two got together. We should let you see where it takes you. He didn't want to disrupt our marriage, so he kept you at arm's length. I know you've been in contact with him. As my friend, he didn't want to hurt me by getting involved with you. For whatever reason, you and I have different sexual needs. Correct me if I'm wrong, but regardless of us just making love, I just think you'd be equally happy having sex with another man as you are with me."

Wow. I was just run over twice by Katie with the news about her and Eric and now this about Jay. Run over three times if you count the fantastic fuck we just had. Her words did nothing to quell the sensation in my penis her hand was giving it. Yeah, I had just fucked my lovely wife, but my sex fueled mind and overactive libido lit up with a new horizon for my homosexual desires. It was beyond arousing when Katie saw me suck Kevin's cock, but the prospect of me dating another man under her gentle auspicious consent, made me soar inside. It made my penis ache as Katie stroked it. I tried to make light of the situation as I asked:

"Does Eric have a nice cock, I bet he does."

Katie slapped me teasingly and said: "You'll never know, because you'd want it. Just like all the time you fantasized about me having a boyfriend and you wanting to suck it. Go find your own," she said with a pinch. I placed my hand over hers to assist her masturbating me; it is always hot to guide someone else's hand over your penis during a hand job. My mind was racing with thoughts of what it would be like with Jay. I took over with my own hand, jacking off fiercely for her in my wild masturbation. It was a wonderful second ejaculation as I tried to fantasize how soon I might get together with Jay and what it might be like.

The rest of the day Katie was strangely affectionate and nice to me in words and caressing touches. In the afternoon she showered and spent a lot of time getting dolled up; skintight jeans, a black demi bra under an expensive beige blouse, southwestern jewelry, perfect hair and makeup, high heel half boots and a camel hair blazer, she looked like a million bucks. She told me she was going over to Jan's, and they were going out, not to wait up, she might even crash at her place. Could have fooled me, she sure looked like she was dressed up to get laid. Right before she left, she appeared to be texting someone when she told me:

"Honey, Jay gave me a gift bag for you, I left it in the study. Don't wait up. Love you. Bye," as she waltzed out the door.

And in the study, I found the gift bag. Inside, I pulled out the contents; a soft pink pantie and bra set, matching hose, silver rhinestone strappy high heel sandals, a tube of sparkly lip-gloss, some rouge and eye shadow, a black page boy wig and a short pink floral kimono. As I was sorting through this treasure trove, my phone rang, it was Jay, calling me as he said he would on Saturday afternoon.

"Hi doll," he said. "Guess Katie spilled the beans? How long do you need to get ready for me?"

Flustered and excited, I told him seven pm, that would give me plenty of time to get ready. Get ready? OMG I was a bucket of nervous excitement. Showering and shaving, I shaved everywhere; legs, underarms, butthole, penis and balls, nearly all my pubes save for a small landing strip. I hadn't done all of this since I was Dan's 'girlfriend' and he wanted to marry me. My makeup skills weren't great, but I had played around with it enough when I was with Dan to do an acceptable job. Putting on stockings, the high heels and lingerie set brought back the same rush of excitement I had with Dan, knowing it made my penis ache hard because I was doing all this to suck cock. In the skimpy panties, with my penis, balls and most all my pubes shaved, it was a naughty, tingling sensation of femininity.

Katie had broken the news about dating other people and she had set me up with Jay, her old friend who was gay. And obviously he was privy to Katie's insight to my sexuality, and I had poured out my gay history to him via late night chat. I couldn't help but think many of my actions with Katie -- the hand jobs wearing her panties, me telling her fantasies about bi, gay and cuckold sex, her wanting to see me suck cock after prying to find out if I had ever done that -- I couldn't help but think where Katie and Jay joined together in all this.

When Jay knocked and I let him in, I appeared to him in the high heels and hose, the floral kimono hiding the pink lingerie underneath. With the black page boy wig on and my best attempt at makeup, I couldn't help but feel I had a 'call girl' vibe. I looked hot, I must admit. If you are 'male' and you are thusly attired as a feminine vamp for sex with another man, come on, that's pretty gay. Yes, pretty and gay. You don't care about what it says about you as a person, what it says about your sexuality. You just love the incredible sensation it gives your penis and psyche by the taboo ramifications of a married man acting like a femme fairy fag going ga-ga for cock. Likely you'll always remain in the closet, but you will never lose you love for the taste of cock. Never.

Once inside, Jay took my hand and gently kissed it, like a gentleman.

"Look at you, Bobbi!" he said. "Let's have a look," as he tugged on the sash of the kimono.

I untied the sash and sexily slid the kimono off my shoulders as it fell in a pile on the floor. High heel silver strappy sandals, pink hose with wide embroidered bands, skimpy pink string bikini and matching pink demi bra, I looked hot and felt like a supermodel. I even had on a pink satin choker that I had given Katie, but she had never worn. The majority of panties I wore when she gave me hand jobs, were panties I had gifted her, but she never worn even once. She was no fool to know that I was really gifting them to myself under the guise of giving them to her. I did a little pirouette showing off my cute butt and loved the sound of the click clack of the high heels on the hardwood floor as I did a little strut for Jay. I loved showing off my sexiness to Jay, showing off how gay I felt. He loved it also. If I wouldn't have been such a pussy with Dan, I'd have been doing this all the time as his wife.

Once I sidled into Jay's arms for a tender kiss, I was smitten. His hungry masculine kiss on my receptive lips sent fluttering ripples through my hardening penis as he grabbed a handful of ass during the kiss. He tongued my ear as I felt for his cock through his trousers. The anticipation of getting my hands and mouth on it made my own pantie clad penis pleasantly perky as I felt the hardness of his cock through his pants. I had always loved making cocks hard through guys' pants before touching their cocks and sucking them off. When Jay's hand slid into the back of my panties and sneaked a finger firmly in my bunghole, I jumped a little. Hoarsely he whispered in my ear: