Tim’s adventures on the Road to Perversions Chapte
Tim’s adventures on the Road to Perversions
Chapter 2 (family transgressions with my wife Sally’s desires)
This story, my wife’s and my story, actually began years ago, when my wife Sally got a job. See, she had been a mom and housewife from the time we got married up till this point. We got pregnant and had our first c***d only nine months after our honeymoon. She was, and is a great mom, always putting our k**s first. Life went on for three years and then it happened again, we had our second c***d, three years and two months apart.
When both k**s were in school, the youngest just starting kindergarten, Sally was having cabin fever, and I suggested she get a job. Now she had a nursing degree, but she would have to retest for the exams, while she could get a job immediately at a local school as a lunch lady.
Her first school year passed with our little family doing great, and all were happy with our bank accounts comfortable buffered. Then, when school summer came around, Sally wanted to keep working. She told me about an opening in custodial, and since I was working swing shift and she would be working days, we agreed we could split up the duties and make it work, so we agreed it would be good all round.
I’ll take a moment to tell you a bit about my wife. She had recovered her girly figure after having two k**s. She has birthing hips with a broad mostly flat tummy, just a bit of a pooch belly, and then her bottom? Well, she is one of those women you hate to see go but you love to watch her leave, if you know the saying! Shapely to say the least. Her breasts are navel orange size, C-cups. I always went for women with what I consider normal sized tits, as in not huge. Her hair is a brown upper and lower. Her legs are long and shapely too. At 5 feet 6 inches tall she is only 4 inches shorter than me. And she is only 123 pounds. That’s my wife.
But, to address her mentality… she is very smart, but not street wise. She has a college degree, but never socialized with the opposite sex. When she was young, she was overweight and very self-conscious. When she was in college, she was too dedicated to her school work to learn about men and sexual desires. To her they were chapters in psychology class, a subject she wasn’t particularly interested in. See, men didn’t find her interesting and she had a low self-worth, so for her it was all nonsense.
We met in a restaurant I was working in as my side-hustle. I waited on her, and she returned liking my conversation. I found Sally a fascinating person, and she found me likeable. From there I asked her to see a movie with me. Long story short, our love bloomed from there. A year later we got married.
This story is about our seventh year of marriage. I had heard of ‘The Seven Year Itch.’ They even made a comedy movie about it, but neither she or I ever really knew it was a real thing.
Sally was thirty at this time, and we had been married seven years, almost. She was and still is very attractive. She got the job easily and worked hard because she is a proud woman.
But one day she came home from work and while we were out at a friend’s birthday party, she pulled me off to one side. There, she said, “Oh Tim honey, I have something I need to tell you. I kissed another man today.”
I asked, “You mean like a friendly peck on the cheek or like a real kiss on the lips?”
She said, “Well it was on the lips sort of. I was working and this coworker was beside me, and we both turned our heads at the same time and it just happened.”
I had to know more, “So no French kissing, no tongues, it was just an accident. He didn’t touch you anywhere else or anything like that to you, right?”
She said, “Oh no honey, nothing, and it will never ever happen again, I promise.”
I asked, “What’s his name?”
She didn’t want to say at first but after a pause, and after I promised not to do anything, she finally said, “Kenny, his name is Kenny, but everyone calls him K.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and told her to not worry. I wasn’t going to give it another thought. She agreed and we let it drop. And all was quiet for the next couple months.
Then three things happened… First, with the Fall quarter starting and the custodial team moved from days to swing shift. Second, that made me have to move to day shift to accommodate Sally’s new shift. And third, in the very first week of our new shifts, Sally came home crying again.
This is the thing! See, after the first few days of our new life, Sally came home from work as she always had, only this time she woke me in tears to tell me it had happened again.
She blubbered that she was very sorry. It was so hard to understand her through her tears, as she explained, “Oh honey, I accidently locked my keys in a classroom, and called for assistance on the radio. Then K came to let me in to get them. I didn’t think anything of it.”
I cuddled her and said, So, what happened?”
She continued, “Well, he was holding the door while I went in to get my keys. Then when I wanted to leave, I turned to slip by him, and he leaned down and gave me a kiss. I pushed him back and asked him why he did that, and he said he had to see if the last time was real or just an accident. I told him it was an accident. That’s when he let go the door and it closed and locked behind him. Then he put his arms around me and pulled me to him. I told him it was not real, but he kissed me again, and I couldn’t help it. I tried but after a minute I kissed him back.”
I told you, before me she really had never been with another man, not one who wanted to sweep her off her feet. She was never socially active, ever. So here she was confronted by a man that was flattering her with complements and showing her how much he liked and wanted her physically, and she never realized how powerful her own libido can be. But I digress.
Again, she said it would never happen again! She was thinking she could control her feelings of raw sexual desire, control everything with good simple sound reasoning. She said for me not to worry, that she just wanted to be honest with me, but had this, and she just wanted to let me know the truth.
But, when I tried to tell her what I believed, that this man, K, with all his sexual hunger for her would, in my opinion, be back for more kisses, since he had tasted her fruit and obviously liked it enough to come back a second time. I said I was sure it ‘would’ happen again. She cried and got mad at me, like she thought I didn’t trust her. That wasn’t it at all, no!
To be absolutely honest with you, I have to confess, my wife’s confession was dragging memories from way back and deep in my mind’s distant past. I thought I had berried those memories for ever, but well, see, years back I had dated a girl, and she had, well, she was not anything like Sally. No, my Sally is demure and shy, but the best description I think is innocent. The girl in my past, the one I dated long ago was not any of these.
If you really want to know about what happened with me and this girl ages ago, I’ll tell you a little about her in a story I’ll tittle ‘Youthful submissions to Kattie’. I don’t know how much I can remember, how much I really want to remember about that relationship, but I may try later if you really want. Good enough?
Okay, so let me resume with this story. With that girl years ago I was the submissive, so I felt I could sympathize with Sally today in her current predicament. This was my point, not to delve into my past but to show I understood what she was feeling, to a degree.
I do have to confess that those memories of that girl still turn me on and drive me wild in my erotic nocturnal dreams, now that they have been refreshed in my mind. So, hearing my wife confessing she is reluctantly even unwillingly surrendering to another man’s advances actually kind of in a perverted way turns me on. I know it’s sick, but here it is.
So, I let it go, her latest confession that is, and she felt in control for anther week as everything rolled along smoothly. I did note a pick up in our sex life as we seamed to be enjoying each other more these days. I noted that she was very turned on and aggressive the day following her kiss.
Then, a week to the day, she came home again and woke me in tears. As I cuddled her, worried she might have recked the car or something, she explained, “K came to me again tonight. It was about lunch break and he said he came to let me know so I wouldn’t miss lunch. I told him I knew, but he just stood there. I asked him what he wanted, and he said he wanted another kiss. I told him no, that I’m married and have k**s, and that I can’t do that.” Then she started to cry.
I held her and rocked her in my arms and asked, “Did he hurt you?”
She quickly said, “Oh no, he’d never do that. He just, well he just wanted to kiss me. He stood in the doorway. I told him someone could see us, hoping he would give up and go away.”
I asked, “So what did he do?”
She lowered her head to my chest and said, “He turned out the light.”
I asked, “Was the door locked?” to which she explained all the doors lock automatically when they’re closed.
She sniffed then continued, “Oh honey, I am so sorry. I thought I could control it, but when he put his arms around me and kissed me again, oh honey I just couldn’t stop him.”
I asked, “How long did he kiss you?”
She said, “Our lunch break. About half an hour.”
I asked, “Did he touch you anywhere, like did he try to feel your breasts, maybe try to kiss them?” She sat up sounding a bit miffed at me as she said that he hadn’t, that they only kissed. And then, even louder now, she asked why I wanted to know, and asking if I trusted her!
I said, “Yes I do trust you baby, but I am a man, and that’s why I’m asking. If I was with a girl” I explained, “a girl I liked and desired, and we started kissing, I’d see if she’d let me touch her breast. I hope I could stimulate her sexual cravings so she’d want me to kiss them and suck on them. I want you to understand that I believe this is where K will try to progress.”
She said, “Oh no, it’s never going to happen! No more kisses again, and never that, what you’re thinking I’ll let him do! He is never going to kiss me again much less ever get to touch me there. And you should be ashamed thinking I ever would! I’m shocked you would!” And again, she began crying, she got madder at me for suggesting he would do this.
Well, as before our sex life got better the very next day, and as before, a week later to the day she woke me again from a dead sleep. I was seeing a pattern here and realized he was getting hungry and making his rounds every week at the same time.
This time she said, “It happened again. I tried to stop him but he was wild. During our lunch break he came into the teacher’s lounge, and again turned out the lights. This time he picked me up off the floor in his arms and twirled me around the room like I was his *********** and it was my birthday, or something. I told him he’s crazy, and to put me down. But he wouldn’t until I promised to give him another kiss.” then she paused.
I asked, “Well… did you?”
She resumed in a quieter tone, “Yes, said I would. He sat on the sofa and had me sit on his lap, and I gave him a kiss, just to make him let me go. He stopped holding me, but he wouldn’t let me get off his lap. Then we talked for the rest of our lunch break.”
I asked, “So you sat in his lap in the dark and talked for half an hour?” She nodded. I asked, “How long did you kiss him?”
She answered, “Maybe a couple minutes, not long. Then we talked the rest of the time.” She added, “Oh, and there was light from the hall so it wasn’t totally dark.”
I asked, “Did he try to kiss you again?”
She lowered her head even further and said, “Well, yes but nothing more. Not like you were thinking he would.”
I asked, “Did you try to stop him this time? How long did this kiss last?”
She whispered, “No, I’m sorry. We kissed for a while, maybe ten minutes this time I guess, until the end of lunch. But nothing else happened. I swear.”
I pushed once more, “So there in the dark, you sitting in his lap kissing him for ten minutes, and you’re telling me he didn’t try to touch your breasts at all?”
She almost yelled at me like I had angered her with my questioning and distrust, “Why do you keep asking that? Do you want him to touch me? Is that what you think I want? I can’t believe you won’t trust me!”
I answered, “Yes hun, I do think that is exactly what he plans. I’m sure you believe you can keep this from happening, but I can see that when he’s with you, you have no will power to stop him. your beginning to crave his attention, and you are too week to resist. You may think you won’t but I’m telling you, you are going to submit eventually, and when you do your friend K is going to feel your breasts, and you are going to want him to touch you there and you will want him to kiss them next. I’m just telling you what I know is coming.”
She got so very pissed, and locked herself in the bathroom. She stayed there until I went to sleep. The next morning Sally acted like nothing had ever happened. And that night our sex was much more enthusiastic. While we played I tried teasing her about K wanting to kiss and suck and nibble on her titties and nipples, and she was agreeable to this play as long as we were enjoying sex. But once the sex was over, she said it was just a game and not to mention it again.
I didn’t want to confront her, to drive her back into her state of anger, but I did feel I needed to say something. So later while we were driving to the store, I told her, “Long ago honey, years before we met, I dated a girl who liked to fool around. She was honest with me and so I didn’t care. Well, I did but we were being honest with each other, like we are. We, she and I that is, weren’t married, so it really was totally different than us, but my point is, she had these sexual craving, and she knew she couldn’t control them, so we talked through them and even while she was seeing other guys we understood each other and got along with each other.”
Sally asked, “So you’re saying communication solved your situation? Were you two, uh, you know… sleeping together? Were you having sex with her while she was sleeping with her other men, and you knew all about it? Really?”
I answered, “To be blunt, yes.”
She asked, “What was this girl’s name? And did she ever come to you after, well after… I mean after, well you know, and then you two did it too? I mean while she was still filthy?” She scrunched up her nose at the thought.
I said, “Honestly? I wasn’t planning on getting this deep into what I had done back then, her name was Kattie, and I just wanted you to know I understand how strong your own sexual cravings can get, it can feel overwhelming! They’re so much stronger than a person’s willpower, feeling like you just can’t say no. Your body betrays you mind.”
As we parked, she turned to face me, locking our eyes together, and continued, “No, you brought it up. I want to know, did you two have sex while she was still dirty, after she had been with her lover? And now you think K is planning to come to my room again, and demand another kiss from me, and he is going to try touching my breasts and you think I’m going to let him?”
I nodded my head without a word.
I could see the red of her blood rising into her neck as she barked, “NO! I am married to you Tim! You can’t really believe I am going to let that happen! I won’t let it! Is that what Kattie did to you, so now you can’t trust me, your wife?”
I kept our eye contact as I said, “I’ll tell you all about Kattie later if you want to know. But right now, I telling you, your friend K is a man with a sexual drive, and he has focused his desires on you. You know I’m telling you the truth, you can feel it even if you refuse to believe it. I told you, about Kattie because I want you to realize I’m human too and felt the same sexual cravings you are dealing with now, and that I am not distrusting you. I do trust you, but I also understand cravings. I know how strong the desire you are feeling to kiss him is, and how it will grow and how strong this desire can get. No, I don’t think you will be able to ward it off, not him but the desire in you for him! but when it finally takes hold of you and you find yourself giving in completely, I want you to know I am still here for you, for us baby.”
She was so mad and in denial she spit and got out of the car slamming the door behind her. We didn’t talk any more until we got home. I pulled her to our bedroom, the k**s were next door playing. She didn’t want to even look at me, but I grabbed her and picked her up and spun her around like a ***********, and pulled her to me for a kiss.
She asked me, “What do you think you are doing?”
I said, “Kiss me baby!”
She said, “You’re crazy! Stop this! I’m still mad at you!”
I said, “Kiss me and I’ll let you go.” She capitulated and gave my lips a peck.
I sat on our bed and pulled her onto my lap, and pulled her close for another kiss, and finally she gave in and we kissed like husband and wife. We felt like newly-weds and kissed for minutes. It was heavenly.
Then when I released her we continued to sit like this and talk. I said, “I’m sorry hun, I love you and really don’t mean to make you so angry with me!”
She said, “Me to honey. But I don’t like any of this and I hate myself for letting it happen. Can you forgive me? Please!”
I answered, “I don’t accuse you for not being in control, and I don’t blame you for any of this. I love you and I am on your side. I want you to know that I understand what K is doing because it is what I would be doing if I were him. I don’t blame him either, not for being controlled by nature, your nature, his nature, the nature of the birds and the bees.”
She kissed me and I moved to place my hand on her tittie. She moved her hand on top of mine and we squeezed it together. She cooed, “Mmm nice.”
I squeezed as I kissed her deeply again, then whispered into her lips, “I had a sex life before we were married, but you didn’t. you never felt the thrill of being craved by another man, being flattered by him and desired so much you made him hungry for you.”
She whispered back, “No.”
I continued, “When K kisses you, you like it, it feels good, it’s yummy, admit it,” and I kissed her deeply again forcing her to feel without thinking.’
She gasped for air when we broke the bond, and whispered, “I guess. I don’t like to admit it, I feel so guilty, but yes it is yummy and thrilling when he is kissing me.”
My hand was still on her tit and I gave it a squeeze, and asked, “You know he is going to come again for another kiss this week.” We kissed, “And you know I am right, that he is going to want to want to touch you here like this,” and as I was whispering I let my hand slip between the folds of her shirt and slide into the cup of her bra so my fingers were holding the warm soft orb of her tittie. I ended by saying, “and you know you are going to want him to touch your tittie too.”
It wasn’t a question. I didn’t want her to feel she needed to admit anything, I just wanted her to accept it as a fact we could both agree on, and we kissed again as I worked her nipple with my thumb and finger forcing her to gasp and moan into my mouth.
I moved my lips to her chest as I pulled her shirt open and undid her bra. I asked as I did, “Do you like it when K kisses you with all his desire for you?”
She cradled my head as I lowered my lips to her nipple, “Oh yes kissing K, his lips are thick and his tongue is thick and long. I liked sucking on his tongue and biting his lips. Oh, you’re right I wish he would suck on my nipples like this honey.”
Then I could tell her brain was trying to take control as she added, “Oh I am so sorry for feeling this way. I’ll try to…” but when I realized her resistance I sucked hard on her other nipple and bit the teat making her forget about thoughts and return to feelings.
I moved one of my hands to cradle the round orb of her rump while my other hand slid up her hot inner thigh up to her panties. She lifted her feet to the bed between my thighs and spread hers wide for me to touch the damp crotch of her panties.
As I pulled them to the side exposing my wife’s hungry wet pussy, I whispered into her breasts, “K is going to like this. Will you spread your legs for K to touch you here like this?”
And as I slid the tip of my finger up and down the soft hot folds of the flesh of her quim, she cooed, “Oh yes.”
I pushed the tip of my finger into the opening of her vagina as I strummed the tip of her clit with my thumb, and asked, “Will you take K’s hand and pull it into you here like this?”
She said, “Yes,” as she put her hand on mine and with her fingers she forced my finger inside her to the second knuckle. I pushed it deep into her vagina as deep as I could, and wiggled it as I let my thumb strum her clit like a guitar. She was so wet.
She cradled my head and brushed my hair, and I sucked her nipples first one then the other. I asked, “You know K wants to do all this with you.”
She wiggled in my lap and cooed, “Yes.”
I said, “Tell me. Say it out-loud for both of us to hear.”
She pressed my hand harder into her crotch as she said, “K wants to do this, touch me here and kiss my nipples like this.”
I gave her nipple a hard suck and wiggled my hand quickly rubbing her musky sex as I squeezed her rump with the other. I asked, “And tell me baby, don’t you want him to kiss and touch you just like this? I know you will when he kisses you, so won’t you tell me you do?”
She was breathing so deeply at this point, I was afraid she didn’t hear me. But after a long pause she whispered, “Oh yes I want K to kiss me and suck on my nipples,” I began sucking hard when she said this, “And I want him to finger me like this,” and I felt her spreading her legs even wider as she gave in to her desires, “Oh I’m so hungry for him now.”
I rolled her onto our bed and stripped in seconds, before I crawled between her thighs and lowered my lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around my nick and said, I need you inside me so badly honey, fuck me now please.”
I whispered as I teased the head of my hard dick through her labia, but holding back from the plunge, “Who do you want to kiss you Sally?” I asked as I moved my lips over hers.
She said, “K”
I said, “Beg K to kiss you Sally,” as I pulled my lips away from hers.
She said, “Okay, kiss me K,” and I waited for her to repeat, “Please kiss me K, I need it.”
We kissed while I continued to tease her pussy with just the head of my dick, until she said, “I need you to fuck me now, please?”
I asked, “Who do you want to fuck you hun?”
She answered, “You my husband.”
I teased her again sliding the head from the bottom of her slit to the angry hard clitoris at the top, as I asked, “Yes I know, but when K is kissing you and you are wanting him to kiss you, you do want him to kiss you again don’t you?” she nodded so I continued, “So when he is kissing you and you are sucking on his long thick tongue and biting his lips are you going to feel hungry like this and want to be fucked like this?” and again she nodded.
I asked, “So are you hungry for K’s kisses? Are you going to feel hungry for him to kiss your nipples, and what if he gets you into this position, what are you going to tell K?
Sally pulled my head up to look deeply into my eyes, looking to see if I was serious, before she said, “I want K to fuck me! I want him to kiss my nipples so badly, I need him to kiss me again!”
I said, “beg him Sally!”
And as she said, “Oh please fuck me K.” I plunged my dick deep into my wife’s sloppy wet pussy. She moved her hands to my butt and pulled me as deep into her as I could go, so our pubic bones were grinding against each-others.
We sweat and writhed together for the best fuck of our lives. And right after, she said, “Honey, that was just play. Don’t think I’m going to really want to do any of that for real.” I nodded my approval, knowing the seed had been planted, and the next time they kissed she would be imagining him sucking on her nipples when they kissed.
I estimated five or six more days before we heard from K again, so I put myself to work on things I knew I needed to do.
I realized I’d have to eventually tell her all about the Kattie story, so I spend a couple nights recalling and writing down what I could remember of it. It was more than ten years ago, remember. I finished it, and added it here as Chapter 1, because it happened first, even though it was this story that made me recall it.
If you want, I recommend you stop reading this story and go read chapter 1 now, so you can see what all of a sudden put me in this new frame of mind, and set me on the path I was about to follow. Okay? Did you do it? STOP! I mean it, and go read it now!
Okay, your back. So, this is how things changed that week. Every night I began texting Sally during her lunch break, and I would ask if she wanted to come home and play. She’d text back that she was looking fwd to it.
When we got together in bed, after recalling all the nasty stuff Kattie had me thrilled to do with her, I began to get Sally to beg K to kiss her before I would kiss her, and beg K to suck her titties before I’d suck on them, and for K to fuck her hungry pussy before I would. Soon she began doing all these things without me asking her to beg K to
Then I started texting to ask if she wanted K to fuck her that night, and she’d play along. Even at this point, after every night of play she’d remind me it was just play and to not think she’d ever really let it happen.
My second step, after recalling my perverted transformation under kattie’s training, was to eat my wife’s creampies. After each time I came inside her I would move down between her thighs and place my lips on her hot wet pussy lips and suck my cum out of her.
She asked several times before giving in, “Are you sure you want to do this, don’t you want me to wash first?” After we’d pretend it was K that had fucked her and she had begged him to cum inside her, I’d ask her if she wanted me to clean his creampie out of her. When she finally understood this was what I wanted she’d finally ask me to clean K’s cum out of mer pussy for her with my tongue.
The game was getting hot and very fun for both of us, until the day I knew was coming.
I texted her at her lunch break, and she didn’t reply for a while. I assumed it was because she was on a job or something was detaining her. I didn’t even think of K.
I had texted the usual, “Want K to fuck you tonight?”
After about twenty minutes I got a reply, “I’m very bussy hun. Text you later. Kisses.”
I forgot it as I fed the k**s and put them to bed. I laid down with them and was asleep when Sally came home. She woke me up with kisses as she blathered on about something. I couldn’t make out what it was she was so excited about at first, but as I awoke I got the message.
K had struck again. He had been with her when I had texted her, and they were in the gym in the coaches office. She said he turned off the lights again and pulled her down into his lap again, and she said she felt she had to kiss him even though he hadn’t asked her yet. She said she wrapped her arms around his neck and she kissed him first, for the first time.
I didn’t have to ask her anything this evening as she told me everything they had done, and how much she was enjoying it all.
She said, “We were kissing when you text me. I was busy and couldn’t answer you then. As we were kissing I felt him pressing his hand against my breast, yes just like that, and I didn’t want him to stop. I knew if I stopped him to answer my phone I’d never allow it to begin again, so even though I knew it was you, I ignored it.”
I had pushed her blows off her shoulders and pulled her bra off allowing me free access to her tits, as she resumed, “I felt his hands unbuttoning my blows, but when my phone buzzed he stopped. I wanted him to know I wasn’t going to answer, that I wanted him to continue, so I bit his lip then began sucking on his tongue. It worked because he resumed fiddling with my buttons. It felt so naughty letting him do this while you were here waiting for me to reply to your text, but I wanted him to touch my tittie just like you had said I would. And I knew you’d understand. Right?”
I started really nursing on her tits, kissing the undersides of her warm round globes, licking the salty sweat from her arm pits, then suckling on each nipple as I nibbled with gentle teeth on her teats. I went from one breast to the other then back again, again and again, as she tried to tell me the story.
She continued, “Oh daddy, I felt him push my shirt open and then he pulled my cup off my breast so he could fondle it. I had to do it, I wanted him to kiss it so bad. I moved my hands from behind his neck to the sides of his head and pulled his face to my neck. He kissed down my neck then down to my exposed tit where he did it just like you said he would. And oh it felt so wonderful.”
Without a word, I moved my own hand down to her pussy, and she said, “We were kissing, oh daddy, but when he did that, I couldn’t help it, I had to stop him. I grabbed his hand and pulled it back up to my breast. But I have to admit to you I really do want K to fuck me right now please!?”
I moved up to kiss her, pulling her up further onto the bed and as we kissed I positioned to mount her, and when she begged K to fuck her I did. While we were fucking I asked her if she wanted her hubby to suck her creampie clean.
My wife cooed, “Oh yes, I thought it was so disgusting before, but I really love it when you kiss my pussy after we’ve fucked. I can’t believe you like it, but I really do like it if you do.”
I asked, “Will you pretend he is fucking you now and later you want me to suck his cum out of you after he has fucked you?”
She said, “Oh daddy, K is fucking me so good and I want him to cum deep inside me right now, and after he has fucked your wife good would you please suck all his semen out of my pussy please?”
To this I drove in and blasted my seed inside my wife’s belly and quickly moved down to lock my lips onto her cum filled pussy. She cooed with pleasure as she felt me tenderly kissing her bruised flower.
The next several days we repeated this game. Each night during her lunch break I’d text to ask if she wanted K to fuck her tonight, and she’d reply ‘Yes’ and say that she wanted me to suck his cum out of her after. For three nights we did this followed by me fucking her then going down on her as we played our game.
Over the weekend I took her to the mall where I forced her to pick out some sexy lingerie. She asked why, and I told her I wanted her to start wearing them under her work cloths to make her feel more sexy. She begrudgingly did as I asked.
I assumed K would strike again in the next couple nights, so I decided to implemented a new plan over the next few nights and into the weeks ahead. This plan was to text Sally during her lunch as before, but when she got home I would only satisfy her orally, my excuse being that my balls hurt so I couldn’t perform.
I thought I had every angle covered when she trough me for a loop. She called me Monday evening well before the lunch break, and asked me to deliver several pizzas, that they were having a birthday party for one of the coworkers during their lunch break.
I agreed, and ten minutes before their break I rolled up to the back door of the school with six fresh hot pizzas. Sally came out with a coworker, a large black man who she introduced as Ben the temporary supervisor, and with a little kiss she was off again.
I assumed, rightfully so, that they would be to busy with the party for my wife to playing text-tag phone-sex games with me. Still about an hour after my delivery I received a text that floored me. It read, ‘Did you like meeting my boyfriend?’
I responded, ‘Who?”
She took a few agonizing minutes to reply, “That was K who helped me get the pizzas. Are you mad at me?’
I quickly answered, ‘Oh no, but it is a surprise to now imagine you with a black man. Are you still feeling okay about everything?’
She said, ‘I’ll let you know later. LOL’ That was the last I heard from her the rest of the night until she was due to come home.
I was realizing how stupid I had been. I knew most of her coworkers were black. To assume he’d be a white man was simply a stupid oversight on my part. Now, even more of those crazy things Kattie had trained me to be excited about and perversely crave came rushing back in on me. I wondered if Sally had some how found out about it all and was planning on torturing me like Kattie had. Or had she tapped into my psyche somehow and now it was affecting her as it had me so long ago. I wondered if I’d ever be free of it all or even if I really wanted to be free.
An hour before I expected her to arrive home, I received a text, “Honey, the party was great. Everyone said to tell you thanks for the pizza. It was so fun they are planning to go to the pub on main street after work. Can I go? Do you mind?”
I sent back, “It’s okay, have fun, wake me when you get in and tell me all about it.”
It was several hours later when she came home. She woke me with a kiss and I could smell the smoke of the bar in her hair and on her cloths. She was quick to tell me nothing happened because she was afraid rumors would start if she hung out with him more than any of the others. Then she told me how she had danced with all the guys and even with the girls as a big group a few times.
Then she told me, “When a couple of the others said they had to go, I told the others I needed to leave too. K said had ridden with some of the others to the bar so he needed a ride back to the school, and asked if I’d mind. No one seamed to give it a second thought, so I agreed.”
She then stopped to kiss me. She swirled her tongue around in my mouth, wrestling my tongue and probing my teeth with her tongue. I felt her saliva flowing through our lips for me to swallow. I noticed her breath smelt funky but not bad by any means.
Then she looked me in the eyes and whispered, “Guess what we did then?”
I was so thrilled and curious, needing to know so very badly right then!
She kissed me again and pulled my hands to her breasts. I tore open her shirt popping the buttons all around the room, and found she didn’t have her bra on.
I had to break our kiss to ask, “Tell me honey! What happened? Where’s your bra?”
She said, When we got back to the school I parked around back and we kissed a while. I pulled his hands to my tits just like this,” and she looked down at my hands on her tits, “and I let him remove my bra daddy. It was so exciting to let him do it. I let him suck my bare titties and he is so good at kissing!”
I was quivering with anticipation as she continued, “When he tried to open my pants daddy, I pushed him back in his seat. He looked so disappointed, poor baby.”
I have to admit I felt a bit disappointed too, as I had built up such tremendous expectations. Then after another probing kiss, she looked back into my eyes with a frown on her face, and began again, “Then I got on my knees daddy, and I leaned over the console, I leaned across and push my bare nipple back into K’s mouth. Oh it felt so good daddy to feel my boyfriend’s big thick lips sucking my titties. He moved his hands back to my breasts and lifted them for his kisses.”
She paused and looked at me as though she expected me to say something. I asked, “What?”
Propping herself up with one hand on my shoulder, she took my hand in her other hand, and pulled it toward her crotch. She could see my thoughts beginning to click and she nodded her head as she said, “Yes daddy, I did this…”
She pulled my hand to the snap and zipper of her pants and held it there as I opened her pants. She then pushed my hand to one side then moved hers to the other side of her hips where we worked together to push her pants over her bottom and down to her knees.
She was still looking me in my eyes as she whispered, “I kissed K but I want to watch you as I tell you what he did as we kissed. I moved my hands to his neck kissed him daddy. I felt him exploring my hips with both of his hands, and he spend a few minutes rubbing and squeezing my bottom. Then I felt him place his hand flat on my tummy and slide his fingers into the waist band of my new panties. Thank you for them daddy.”
I was doing with my hands what she was telling me he had done with his and her body was responding to my touch. She said, “Mmm yes just like that. He pushed his hand over my bush and it felt so nasty to let him. I was about to stop him. All I had to do was pull away from his, grab his hand, anything, but I made myself to continue kissing him as I felt his fingers on my clit, oh my if felt so nasty.”
She kissed me as my own fingers touched her clit. Then she pulled her face back to watch me again, “Hold your had still, there like this, now let me do this,” and she began to twirl her hips grinding her clitoris into my fingers.
Her eyes were half closed as she resumed, “My boyfriend let me do this. Oh I love this. It felt so good daddy, letting K feel my pussy like this. Then I did this,” and she pulled one hand from behind my neck and moved it to her panties placing it on mine, and then I felt her pushing my fingers deeper to explore her pussy. She was watching me and as she gleaned that I understood just what she was telling me, that she had pushed K’s fingers deeper into her pussy, she pushed her lips hard against mine and began sucking my tongue hard.
My fingers were dancing inside her dripping wet pussy. My other hand moved to my own lap to release my dick.
Sally broke our kiss pushing herself upright. Her one hand held mine deep inside her as her other hand joined mine to help me get my dick out. She said, “ Oh daddy, I helped K do this, but it was much harder. You’re in pajamas. I got his pants open and we both tried to get his cock out, but it wouldn’t work.”
She said, “We had to stop, he had to pull his hand out, he asked me to take my panties off, but I said no. He pulled his cock out and oh daddy it is so big and so dark. I never knew a human can have a cock that big. Well when it was out K wanted me to straddle his lap. I knew what he was thinking, but I couldn’t do that.”
Then she leaned in for a closer look at me as she whispered, “So I did this…” and then she lowered her face into my lap and I felt her lips surround my dick. I felt like it was stuck in a hoover and a few seconds later I blew my load.
She then rose up, leaned close to me, pulled my hands back to her tits, and pressed her lips to mine. And when our mouths opened I was shocked to realize she had a mouth full of my cum, and was pushing it all through my lips for me to savor.
Hell, I’d eaten it before out of her pussy, but somehow this felt so much more degrading. We tongue wrestled several minutes and eventually between the two of us we had swallowed all my cum.
She straddled me and lowered herself, as she said, “I wanted to do this with my boyfriend daddy, but a car drove into the parking lot. It scared us so we quickly dressed and he went to his car. I came home and here we are. Did you like this?”
As much as I did enjoy this, I couldn’t get it up again, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes, knowing she needed to be fucked, seriously fucked. It wasn’t on purpose, but this was working into my plan.
And as I suspected, the following night she didn’t answer my text through her entire lunch break. I waited the entire lunch break in bated anticipation, wondering if they were fucking right then. But after an hour I heard from her. She admitted he was with her when I text, and again they’d been kissing. She was less divulging, saying, “I’ll tell you about it when I get home.”
I asked if she wanted K to fuck her tonight, that I thought I might be up to it tonight. But she said for me to wait, that we could talk when she got home.
After work she came to me. Although in bed I wasn’t asleep this time, all full of anticipation for her story. She sat on the bed beside me and said, “He came to me again and we kissed. He opened my blows and I let him kiss my nipples again. He was kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples when you text. I could feel his penis getting hard under me as I sat on his lap, and we kissed. But when he tried to put his hand in my pants again, I stop him. I told him I can’t do this at work.”
I said, “It’s okay honey. So, you didn’t fuck him? What did you decide? What did you want to talk to me about?”
Looking me in the eyes again, she does this when she wants to see my thoughts, like a psychic, then she said, “He wants us to meet at the pub again, but I said there are too many people. Then I had an idea, but I need to ask you if its okay first.”
I said, “I’m listening,” as I kept playing with her titties.
She looked me in the eyes again and said, “It sounds so wrong to be planning like this to do something I know is wrong, but I thought, well, here it is. I want to tell K to follow me home. We can say I’m having car troubles, so no one will suspect anything. I’ll tell him you, no never mind, its too crazy! Forget it. We shouldn’t be doing any of this anyway.”
I told her to try to sleep and forget about it and things will work out by themselves.
She showered and came to join me in bed, and we both had wild dreams that night.
The following week was really frustrating for her. I was working my plan, getting her off orally while telling her I couldn’t perform. She wanted me to see a doctor about it. Meanwhile, K had been avoiding her, making her feel like he wasn’t interested in her any more. Boy, was she ever crushed and pissed and sexually frustrated!
She had several small orgasms a night sitting on my face or with me curled up between her thighs. But she had lost the penetration sex, even though she really never had an orgasm with me this way.
I assumed if K hadn’t really lost interest in Sally, but was more probably just dealing with his own sexual frustration, blue-balls if you know what I mean, well, it had been another week, and if he was true to form he would be hunting her up again any day now.
I could tell Sally wasn’t feeling the fun in our game anymore, with me teasing a fuck while we played it was K’s cock, then then to come home to no fucking. And without K around anymore to give our game an element of possible reality, nothing felt right or stimulating for her. I understood totally!
But as I said, I really did expect K to return any day now. So, I kept up the game with her, combined with my plan. And waited.
I text her as usual and said, “I feel like I might be able to fuck tonight. Want K to fuck you tonight?”
She replied, “maybe tonight, but not what you think. If you hear me when I get home don’t get up. I want privacy if you know what I mean.”
I assumed K had found her as I had expected, and she was planning to bring him here. The k**s would be fast asleep, and she wanted me to pretend to be too. I text back, “OK good luck!”
As planned, I saw the headlights of two cars pull into our driveway after midnight. I heard the front door open and close, then total agonizing quiet!
Several long minutes later, she snuck into our bedroom, kissed me in the dark, then opened the bathroom door to have enough light to see what she was doing. I watched her strip and wrap her silk kimono around her naked body. Then she kissed me again and whispered, “I’m going to fuck my boyfriend now and then feed you after he leaves. Don’t make a sound.”
I listened from my bed as I thought I heard their whispers, then I know I heard some grunting, rhythmic grunting and I knew he was finally fucking my wife and cuckolding me for the second time in my life.
I watched the clock and was surprised when I watched an entire hour pass. Then more whispering and the front door open and close. And before the light had pulled out of the driveway I saw my gorgeous wife sneaking back into our room.
She was holding her crotch like she had to pee. She came to my side and leaned down to kiss me and whisper, “Thank you daddy.” Then she dropped her robe on the floor and climbed over my head and lowered her funky smelling pussy to my lips for me to kiss.
The light from the bathroom illuminated her well enough for me to see she was very swollen and red. Much more than any time after we’d fucked. She cooed her pleasure as I savored her creampie, noting how different it tasted from the times it was fresh or after I had fucked her. I had never seen so much lathered cream and it took a while to lick it all from her folds, sucking the gelatinous stuff from deep with in her vagina which quivered every time my tongue delved into her depths. Most of this came to me as I placed my lips all the way around her vulva and vacuumed it out of her depths.
I counted three quaking orgasms as the fluid was drawn out or lapped up. My poor abused wife was fast asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Can you believe it, the next morning she was telling me it was so wrong of her to have done it and it was partly my fault for teasing her so much she craved it, and get this… that it will never happen again.
Well, let me tell you, for the entire Fall Winter and Spring season it happened once a week. My plan back fired on me though. After that first cuckolding she didn’t care if I wanted to fuck her any more. From then on all she wanted to do was feel him dancing around her insides. She did feed me every time though, so I did get to be a part of the game. And as I sucked her pussy on the nights in between their trysts she would jack me off.
It was the conversations we had in those days while I was making my oral love to her pussy, that really gave me my thrills. She would tell me how big and beautiful his black cock was and how good it felt to feel K so far up inside her, dancing deeper inside her than I could ever get. She’d tell me how much better he was at making love to her, while I sucked and licked and kissed her cunt. She even began giggling at me when I’d cum on myself as she sat on my face and looked down on me.
Then one day K quit his job. Rumor had it he got a better offer out of town. He didn’t even say goodbye. Sally was heartbroken.
It took an entire year for her to recover from her seven-year-itch. But with lots of kissing and licking and sucking I got her through it.
It was at the end of this bad year that she asked about Kattie, and what had happened between us. I found chapter 1 and let her read it while I was at work one night. When I got home she was waiting up for me. We crawled in bed together and she kissed me then whispered, “Thank you for keeping me after how I treated our marriage and you! I am so sorry!” I told her I was too, but now we have some good stories and games to share with each other that we both know are true and can be very thrilling to play out!
She has sworn off any extramarital activity since, so this ends our great adventure. Now we love and enjoy our family and each other alone.
Chapter 2 (family transgressions with my wife Sally’s desires)
This story, my wife’s and my story, actually began years ago, when my wife Sally got a job. See, she had been a mom and housewife from the time we got married up till this point. We got pregnant and had our first c***d only nine months after our honeymoon. She was, and is a great mom, always putting our k**s first. Life went on for three years and then it happened again, we had our second c***d, three years and two months apart.
When both k**s were in school, the youngest just starting kindergarten, Sally was having cabin fever, and I suggested she get a job. Now she had a nursing degree, but she would have to retest for the exams, while she could get a job immediately at a local school as a lunch lady.
Her first school year passed with our little family doing great, and all were happy with our bank accounts comfortable buffered. Then, when school summer came around, Sally wanted to keep working. She told me about an opening in custodial, and since I was working swing shift and she would be working days, we agreed we could split up the duties and make it work, so we agreed it would be good all round.
I’ll take a moment to tell you a bit about my wife. She had recovered her girly figure after having two k**s. She has birthing hips with a broad mostly flat tummy, just a bit of a pooch belly, and then her bottom? Well, she is one of those women you hate to see go but you love to watch her leave, if you know the saying! Shapely to say the least. Her breasts are navel orange size, C-cups. I always went for women with what I consider normal sized tits, as in not huge. Her hair is a brown upper and lower. Her legs are long and shapely too. At 5 feet 6 inches tall she is only 4 inches shorter than me. And she is only 123 pounds. That’s my wife.
But, to address her mentality… she is very smart, but not street wise. She has a college degree, but never socialized with the opposite sex. When she was young, she was overweight and very self-conscious. When she was in college, she was too dedicated to her school work to learn about men and sexual desires. To her they were chapters in psychology class, a subject she wasn’t particularly interested in. See, men didn’t find her interesting and she had a low self-worth, so for her it was all nonsense.
We met in a restaurant I was working in as my side-hustle. I waited on her, and she returned liking my conversation. I found Sally a fascinating person, and she found me likeable. From there I asked her to see a movie with me. Long story short, our love bloomed from there. A year later we got married.
This story is about our seventh year of marriage. I had heard of ‘The Seven Year Itch.’ They even made a comedy movie about it, but neither she or I ever really knew it was a real thing.
Sally was thirty at this time, and we had been married seven years, almost. She was and still is very attractive. She got the job easily and worked hard because she is a proud woman.
But one day she came home from work and while we were out at a friend’s birthday party, she pulled me off to one side. There, she said, “Oh Tim honey, I have something I need to tell you. I kissed another man today.”
I asked, “You mean like a friendly peck on the cheek or like a real kiss on the lips?”
She said, “Well it was on the lips sort of. I was working and this coworker was beside me, and we both turned our heads at the same time and it just happened.”
I had to know more, “So no French kissing, no tongues, it was just an accident. He didn’t touch you anywhere else or anything like that to you, right?”
She said, “Oh no honey, nothing, and it will never ever happen again, I promise.”
I asked, “What’s his name?”
She didn’t want to say at first but after a pause, and after I promised not to do anything, she finally said, “Kenny, his name is Kenny, but everyone calls him K.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and told her to not worry. I wasn’t going to give it another thought. She agreed and we let it drop. And all was quiet for the next couple months.
Then three things happened… First, with the Fall quarter starting and the custodial team moved from days to swing shift. Second, that made me have to move to day shift to accommodate Sally’s new shift. And third, in the very first week of our new shifts, Sally came home crying again.
This is the thing! See, after the first few days of our new life, Sally came home from work as she always had, only this time she woke me in tears to tell me it had happened again.
She blubbered that she was very sorry. It was so hard to understand her through her tears, as she explained, “Oh honey, I accidently locked my keys in a classroom, and called for assistance on the radio. Then K came to let me in to get them. I didn’t think anything of it.”
I cuddled her and said, So, what happened?”
She continued, “Well, he was holding the door while I went in to get my keys. Then when I wanted to leave, I turned to slip by him, and he leaned down and gave me a kiss. I pushed him back and asked him why he did that, and he said he had to see if the last time was real or just an accident. I told him it was an accident. That’s when he let go the door and it closed and locked behind him. Then he put his arms around me and pulled me to him. I told him it was not real, but he kissed me again, and I couldn’t help it. I tried but after a minute I kissed him back.”
I told you, before me she really had never been with another man, not one who wanted to sweep her off her feet. She was never socially active, ever. So here she was confronted by a man that was flattering her with complements and showing her how much he liked and wanted her physically, and she never realized how powerful her own libido can be. But I digress.
Again, she said it would never happen again! She was thinking she could control her feelings of raw sexual desire, control everything with good simple sound reasoning. She said for me not to worry, that she just wanted to be honest with me, but had this, and she just wanted to let me know the truth.
But, when I tried to tell her what I believed, that this man, K, with all his sexual hunger for her would, in my opinion, be back for more kisses, since he had tasted her fruit and obviously liked it enough to come back a second time. I said I was sure it ‘would’ happen again. She cried and got mad at me, like she thought I didn’t trust her. That wasn’t it at all, no!
To be absolutely honest with you, I have to confess, my wife’s confession was dragging memories from way back and deep in my mind’s distant past. I thought I had berried those memories for ever, but well, see, years back I had dated a girl, and she had, well, she was not anything like Sally. No, my Sally is demure and shy, but the best description I think is innocent. The girl in my past, the one I dated long ago was not any of these.
If you really want to know about what happened with me and this girl ages ago, I’ll tell you a little about her in a story I’ll tittle ‘Youthful submissions to Kattie’. I don’t know how much I can remember, how much I really want to remember about that relationship, but I may try later if you really want. Good enough?
Okay, so let me resume with this story. With that girl years ago I was the submissive, so I felt I could sympathize with Sally today in her current predicament. This was my point, not to delve into my past but to show I understood what she was feeling, to a degree.
I do have to confess that those memories of that girl still turn me on and drive me wild in my erotic nocturnal dreams, now that they have been refreshed in my mind. So, hearing my wife confessing she is reluctantly even unwillingly surrendering to another man’s advances actually kind of in a perverted way turns me on. I know it’s sick, but here it is.
So, I let it go, her latest confession that is, and she felt in control for anther week as everything rolled along smoothly. I did note a pick up in our sex life as we seamed to be enjoying each other more these days. I noted that she was very turned on and aggressive the day following her kiss.
Then, a week to the day, she came home again and woke me in tears. As I cuddled her, worried she might have recked the car or something, she explained, “K came to me again tonight. It was about lunch break and he said he came to let me know so I wouldn’t miss lunch. I told him I knew, but he just stood there. I asked him what he wanted, and he said he wanted another kiss. I told him no, that I’m married and have k**s, and that I can’t do that.” Then she started to cry.
I held her and rocked her in my arms and asked, “Did he hurt you?”
She quickly said, “Oh no, he’d never do that. He just, well he just wanted to kiss me. He stood in the doorway. I told him someone could see us, hoping he would give up and go away.”
I asked, “So what did he do?”
She lowered her head to my chest and said, “He turned out the light.”
I asked, “Was the door locked?” to which she explained all the doors lock automatically when they’re closed.
She sniffed then continued, “Oh honey, I am so sorry. I thought I could control it, but when he put his arms around me and kissed me again, oh honey I just couldn’t stop him.”
I asked, “How long did he kiss you?”
She said, “Our lunch break. About half an hour.”
I asked, “Did he touch you anywhere, like did he try to feel your breasts, maybe try to kiss them?” She sat up sounding a bit miffed at me as she said that he hadn’t, that they only kissed. And then, even louder now, she asked why I wanted to know, and asking if I trusted her!
I said, “Yes I do trust you baby, but I am a man, and that’s why I’m asking. If I was with a girl” I explained, “a girl I liked and desired, and we started kissing, I’d see if she’d let me touch her breast. I hope I could stimulate her sexual cravings so she’d want me to kiss them and suck on them. I want you to understand that I believe this is where K will try to progress.”
She said, “Oh no, it’s never going to happen! No more kisses again, and never that, what you’re thinking I’ll let him do! He is never going to kiss me again much less ever get to touch me there. And you should be ashamed thinking I ever would! I’m shocked you would!” And again, she began crying, she got madder at me for suggesting he would do this.
Well, as before our sex life got better the very next day, and as before, a week later to the day she woke me again from a dead sleep. I was seeing a pattern here and realized he was getting hungry and making his rounds every week at the same time.
This time she said, “It happened again. I tried to stop him but he was wild. During our lunch break he came into the teacher’s lounge, and again turned out the lights. This time he picked me up off the floor in his arms and twirled me around the room like I was his *********** and it was my birthday, or something. I told him he’s crazy, and to put me down. But he wouldn’t until I promised to give him another kiss.” then she paused.
I asked, “Well… did you?”
She resumed in a quieter tone, “Yes, said I would. He sat on the sofa and had me sit on his lap, and I gave him a kiss, just to make him let me go. He stopped holding me, but he wouldn’t let me get off his lap. Then we talked for the rest of our lunch break.”
I asked, “So you sat in his lap in the dark and talked for half an hour?” She nodded. I asked, “How long did you kiss him?”
She answered, “Maybe a couple minutes, not long. Then we talked the rest of the time.” She added, “Oh, and there was light from the hall so it wasn’t totally dark.”
I asked, “Did he try to kiss you again?”
She lowered her head even further and said, “Well, yes but nothing more. Not like you were thinking he would.”
I asked, “Did you try to stop him this time? How long did this kiss last?”
She whispered, “No, I’m sorry. We kissed for a while, maybe ten minutes this time I guess, until the end of lunch. But nothing else happened. I swear.”
I pushed once more, “So there in the dark, you sitting in his lap kissing him for ten minutes, and you’re telling me he didn’t try to touch your breasts at all?”
She almost yelled at me like I had angered her with my questioning and distrust, “Why do you keep asking that? Do you want him to touch me? Is that what you think I want? I can’t believe you won’t trust me!”
I answered, “Yes hun, I do think that is exactly what he plans. I’m sure you believe you can keep this from happening, but I can see that when he’s with you, you have no will power to stop him. your beginning to crave his attention, and you are too week to resist. You may think you won’t but I’m telling you, you are going to submit eventually, and when you do your friend K is going to feel your breasts, and you are going to want him to touch you there and you will want him to kiss them next. I’m just telling you what I know is coming.”
She got so very pissed, and locked herself in the bathroom. She stayed there until I went to sleep. The next morning Sally acted like nothing had ever happened. And that night our sex was much more enthusiastic. While we played I tried teasing her about K wanting to kiss and suck and nibble on her titties and nipples, and she was agreeable to this play as long as we were enjoying sex. But once the sex was over, she said it was just a game and not to mention it again.
I didn’t want to confront her, to drive her back into her state of anger, but I did feel I needed to say something. So later while we were driving to the store, I told her, “Long ago honey, years before we met, I dated a girl who liked to fool around. She was honest with me and so I didn’t care. Well, I did but we were being honest with each other, like we are. We, she and I that is, weren’t married, so it really was totally different than us, but my point is, she had these sexual craving, and she knew she couldn’t control them, so we talked through them and even while she was seeing other guys we understood each other and got along with each other.”
Sally asked, “So you’re saying communication solved your situation? Were you two, uh, you know… sleeping together? Were you having sex with her while she was sleeping with her other men, and you knew all about it? Really?”
I answered, “To be blunt, yes.”
She asked, “What was this girl’s name? And did she ever come to you after, well after… I mean after, well you know, and then you two did it too? I mean while she was still filthy?” She scrunched up her nose at the thought.
I said, “Honestly? I wasn’t planning on getting this deep into what I had done back then, her name was Kattie, and I just wanted you to know I understand how strong your own sexual cravings can get, it can feel overwhelming! They’re so much stronger than a person’s willpower, feeling like you just can’t say no. Your body betrays you mind.”
As we parked, she turned to face me, locking our eyes together, and continued, “No, you brought it up. I want to know, did you two have sex while she was still dirty, after she had been with her lover? And now you think K is planning to come to my room again, and demand another kiss from me, and he is going to try touching my breasts and you think I’m going to let him?”
I nodded my head without a word.
I could see the red of her blood rising into her neck as she barked, “NO! I am married to you Tim! You can’t really believe I am going to let that happen! I won’t let it! Is that what Kattie did to you, so now you can’t trust me, your wife?”
I kept our eye contact as I said, “I’ll tell you all about Kattie later if you want to know. But right now, I telling you, your friend K is a man with a sexual drive, and he has focused his desires on you. You know I’m telling you the truth, you can feel it even if you refuse to believe it. I told you, about Kattie because I want you to realize I’m human too and felt the same sexual cravings you are dealing with now, and that I am not distrusting you. I do trust you, but I also understand cravings. I know how strong the desire you are feeling to kiss him is, and how it will grow and how strong this desire can get. No, I don’t think you will be able to ward it off, not him but the desire in you for him! but when it finally takes hold of you and you find yourself giving in completely, I want you to know I am still here for you, for us baby.”
She was so mad and in denial she spit and got out of the car slamming the door behind her. We didn’t talk any more until we got home. I pulled her to our bedroom, the k**s were next door playing. She didn’t want to even look at me, but I grabbed her and picked her up and spun her around like a ***********, and pulled her to me for a kiss.
She asked me, “What do you think you are doing?”
I said, “Kiss me baby!”
She said, “You’re crazy! Stop this! I’m still mad at you!”
I said, “Kiss me and I’ll let you go.” She capitulated and gave my lips a peck.
I sat on our bed and pulled her onto my lap, and pulled her close for another kiss, and finally she gave in and we kissed like husband and wife. We felt like newly-weds and kissed for minutes. It was heavenly.
Then when I released her we continued to sit like this and talk. I said, “I’m sorry hun, I love you and really don’t mean to make you so angry with me!”
She said, “Me to honey. But I don’t like any of this and I hate myself for letting it happen. Can you forgive me? Please!”
I answered, “I don’t accuse you for not being in control, and I don’t blame you for any of this. I love you and I am on your side. I want you to know that I understand what K is doing because it is what I would be doing if I were him. I don’t blame him either, not for being controlled by nature, your nature, his nature, the nature of the birds and the bees.”
She kissed me and I moved to place my hand on her tittie. She moved her hand on top of mine and we squeezed it together. She cooed, “Mmm nice.”
I squeezed as I kissed her deeply again, then whispered into her lips, “I had a sex life before we were married, but you didn’t. you never felt the thrill of being craved by another man, being flattered by him and desired so much you made him hungry for you.”
She whispered back, “No.”
I continued, “When K kisses you, you like it, it feels good, it’s yummy, admit it,” and I kissed her deeply again forcing her to feel without thinking.’
She gasped for air when we broke the bond, and whispered, “I guess. I don’t like to admit it, I feel so guilty, but yes it is yummy and thrilling when he is kissing me.”
My hand was still on her tit and I gave it a squeeze, and asked, “You know he is going to come again for another kiss this week.” We kissed, “And you know I am right, that he is going to want to want to touch you here like this,” and as I was whispering I let my hand slip between the folds of her shirt and slide into the cup of her bra so my fingers were holding the warm soft orb of her tittie. I ended by saying, “and you know you are going to want him to touch your tittie too.”
It wasn’t a question. I didn’t want her to feel she needed to admit anything, I just wanted her to accept it as a fact we could both agree on, and we kissed again as I worked her nipple with my thumb and finger forcing her to gasp and moan into my mouth.
I moved my lips to her chest as I pulled her shirt open and undid her bra. I asked as I did, “Do you like it when K kisses you with all his desire for you?”
She cradled my head as I lowered my lips to her nipple, “Oh yes kissing K, his lips are thick and his tongue is thick and long. I liked sucking on his tongue and biting his lips. Oh, you’re right I wish he would suck on my nipples like this honey.”
Then I could tell her brain was trying to take control as she added, “Oh I am so sorry for feeling this way. I’ll try to…” but when I realized her resistance I sucked hard on her other nipple and bit the teat making her forget about thoughts and return to feelings.
I moved one of my hands to cradle the round orb of her rump while my other hand slid up her hot inner thigh up to her panties. She lifted her feet to the bed between my thighs and spread hers wide for me to touch the damp crotch of her panties.
As I pulled them to the side exposing my wife’s hungry wet pussy, I whispered into her breasts, “K is going to like this. Will you spread your legs for K to touch you here like this?”
And as I slid the tip of my finger up and down the soft hot folds of the flesh of her quim, she cooed, “Oh yes.”
I pushed the tip of my finger into the opening of her vagina as I strummed the tip of her clit with my thumb, and asked, “Will you take K’s hand and pull it into you here like this?”
She said, “Yes,” as she put her hand on mine and with her fingers she forced my finger inside her to the second knuckle. I pushed it deep into her vagina as deep as I could, and wiggled it as I let my thumb strum her clit like a guitar. She was so wet.
She cradled my head and brushed my hair, and I sucked her nipples first one then the other. I asked, “You know K wants to do all this with you.”
She wiggled in my lap and cooed, “Yes.”
I said, “Tell me. Say it out-loud for both of us to hear.”
She pressed my hand harder into her crotch as she said, “K wants to do this, touch me here and kiss my nipples like this.”
I gave her nipple a hard suck and wiggled my hand quickly rubbing her musky sex as I squeezed her rump with the other. I asked, “And tell me baby, don’t you want him to kiss and touch you just like this? I know you will when he kisses you, so won’t you tell me you do?”
She was breathing so deeply at this point, I was afraid she didn’t hear me. But after a long pause she whispered, “Oh yes I want K to kiss me and suck on my nipples,” I began sucking hard when she said this, “And I want him to finger me like this,” and I felt her spreading her legs even wider as she gave in to her desires, “Oh I’m so hungry for him now.”
I rolled her onto our bed and stripped in seconds, before I crawled between her thighs and lowered my lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around my nick and said, I need you inside me so badly honey, fuck me now please.”
I whispered as I teased the head of my hard dick through her labia, but holding back from the plunge, “Who do you want to kiss you Sally?” I asked as I moved my lips over hers.
She said, “K”
I said, “Beg K to kiss you Sally,” as I pulled my lips away from hers.
She said, “Okay, kiss me K,” and I waited for her to repeat, “Please kiss me K, I need it.”
We kissed while I continued to tease her pussy with just the head of my dick, until she said, “I need you to fuck me now, please?”
I asked, “Who do you want to fuck you hun?”
She answered, “You my husband.”
I teased her again sliding the head from the bottom of her slit to the angry hard clitoris at the top, as I asked, “Yes I know, but when K is kissing you and you are wanting him to kiss you, you do want him to kiss you again don’t you?” she nodded so I continued, “So when he is kissing you and you are sucking on his long thick tongue and biting his lips are you going to feel hungry like this and want to be fucked like this?” and again she nodded.
I asked, “So are you hungry for K’s kisses? Are you going to feel hungry for him to kiss your nipples, and what if he gets you into this position, what are you going to tell K?
Sally pulled my head up to look deeply into my eyes, looking to see if I was serious, before she said, “I want K to fuck me! I want him to kiss my nipples so badly, I need him to kiss me again!”
I said, “beg him Sally!”
And as she said, “Oh please fuck me K.” I plunged my dick deep into my wife’s sloppy wet pussy. She moved her hands to my butt and pulled me as deep into her as I could go, so our pubic bones were grinding against each-others.
We sweat and writhed together for the best fuck of our lives. And right after, she said, “Honey, that was just play. Don’t think I’m going to really want to do any of that for real.” I nodded my approval, knowing the seed had been planted, and the next time they kissed she would be imagining him sucking on her nipples when they kissed.
I estimated five or six more days before we heard from K again, so I put myself to work on things I knew I needed to do.
I realized I’d have to eventually tell her all about the Kattie story, so I spend a couple nights recalling and writing down what I could remember of it. It was more than ten years ago, remember. I finished it, and added it here as Chapter 1, because it happened first, even though it was this story that made me recall it.
If you want, I recommend you stop reading this story and go read chapter 1 now, so you can see what all of a sudden put me in this new frame of mind, and set me on the path I was about to follow. Okay? Did you do it? STOP! I mean it, and go read it now!
Okay, your back. So, this is how things changed that week. Every night I began texting Sally during her lunch break, and I would ask if she wanted to come home and play. She’d text back that she was looking fwd to it.
When we got together in bed, after recalling all the nasty stuff Kattie had me thrilled to do with her, I began to get Sally to beg K to kiss her before I would kiss her, and beg K to suck her titties before I’d suck on them, and for K to fuck her hungry pussy before I would. Soon she began doing all these things without me asking her to beg K to
Then I started texting to ask if she wanted K to fuck her that night, and she’d play along. Even at this point, after every night of play she’d remind me it was just play and to not think she’d ever really let it happen.
My second step, after recalling my perverted transformation under kattie’s training, was to eat my wife’s creampies. After each time I came inside her I would move down between her thighs and place my lips on her hot wet pussy lips and suck my cum out of her.
She asked several times before giving in, “Are you sure you want to do this, don’t you want me to wash first?” After we’d pretend it was K that had fucked her and she had begged him to cum inside her, I’d ask her if she wanted me to clean his creampie out of her. When she finally understood this was what I wanted she’d finally ask me to clean K’s cum out of mer pussy for her with my tongue.
The game was getting hot and very fun for both of us, until the day I knew was coming.
I texted her at her lunch break, and she didn’t reply for a while. I assumed it was because she was on a job or something was detaining her. I didn’t even think of K.
I had texted the usual, “Want K to fuck you tonight?”
After about twenty minutes I got a reply, “I’m very bussy hun. Text you later. Kisses.”
I forgot it as I fed the k**s and put them to bed. I laid down with them and was asleep when Sally came home. She woke me up with kisses as she blathered on about something. I couldn’t make out what it was she was so excited about at first, but as I awoke I got the message.
K had struck again. He had been with her when I had texted her, and they were in the gym in the coaches office. She said he turned off the lights again and pulled her down into his lap again, and she said she felt she had to kiss him even though he hadn’t asked her yet. She said she wrapped her arms around his neck and she kissed him first, for the first time.
I didn’t have to ask her anything this evening as she told me everything they had done, and how much she was enjoying it all.
She said, “We were kissing when you text me. I was busy and couldn’t answer you then. As we were kissing I felt him pressing his hand against my breast, yes just like that, and I didn’t want him to stop. I knew if I stopped him to answer my phone I’d never allow it to begin again, so even though I knew it was you, I ignored it.”
I had pushed her blows off her shoulders and pulled her bra off allowing me free access to her tits, as she resumed, “I felt his hands unbuttoning my blows, but when my phone buzzed he stopped. I wanted him to know I wasn’t going to answer, that I wanted him to continue, so I bit his lip then began sucking on his tongue. It worked because he resumed fiddling with my buttons. It felt so naughty letting him do this while you were here waiting for me to reply to your text, but I wanted him to touch my tittie just like you had said I would. And I knew you’d understand. Right?”
I started really nursing on her tits, kissing the undersides of her warm round globes, licking the salty sweat from her arm pits, then suckling on each nipple as I nibbled with gentle teeth on her teats. I went from one breast to the other then back again, again and again, as she tried to tell me the story.
She continued, “Oh daddy, I felt him push my shirt open and then he pulled my cup off my breast so he could fondle it. I had to do it, I wanted him to kiss it so bad. I moved my hands from behind his neck to the sides of his head and pulled his face to my neck. He kissed down my neck then down to my exposed tit where he did it just like you said he would. And oh it felt so wonderful.”
Without a word, I moved my own hand down to her pussy, and she said, “We were kissing, oh daddy, but when he did that, I couldn’t help it, I had to stop him. I grabbed his hand and pulled it back up to my breast. But I have to admit to you I really do want K to fuck me right now please!?”
I moved up to kiss her, pulling her up further onto the bed and as we kissed I positioned to mount her, and when she begged K to fuck her I did. While we were fucking I asked her if she wanted her hubby to suck her creampie clean.
My wife cooed, “Oh yes, I thought it was so disgusting before, but I really love it when you kiss my pussy after we’ve fucked. I can’t believe you like it, but I really do like it if you do.”
I asked, “Will you pretend he is fucking you now and later you want me to suck his cum out of you after he has fucked you?”
She said, “Oh daddy, K is fucking me so good and I want him to cum deep inside me right now, and after he has fucked your wife good would you please suck all his semen out of my pussy please?”
To this I drove in and blasted my seed inside my wife’s belly and quickly moved down to lock my lips onto her cum filled pussy. She cooed with pleasure as she felt me tenderly kissing her bruised flower.
The next several days we repeated this game. Each night during her lunch break I’d text to ask if she wanted K to fuck her tonight, and she’d reply ‘Yes’ and say that she wanted me to suck his cum out of her after. For three nights we did this followed by me fucking her then going down on her as we played our game.
Over the weekend I took her to the mall where I forced her to pick out some sexy lingerie. She asked why, and I told her I wanted her to start wearing them under her work cloths to make her feel more sexy. She begrudgingly did as I asked.
I assumed K would strike again in the next couple nights, so I decided to implemented a new plan over the next few nights and into the weeks ahead. This plan was to text Sally during her lunch as before, but when she got home I would only satisfy her orally, my excuse being that my balls hurt so I couldn’t perform.
I thought I had every angle covered when she trough me for a loop. She called me Monday evening well before the lunch break, and asked me to deliver several pizzas, that they were having a birthday party for one of the coworkers during their lunch break.
I agreed, and ten minutes before their break I rolled up to the back door of the school with six fresh hot pizzas. Sally came out with a coworker, a large black man who she introduced as Ben the temporary supervisor, and with a little kiss she was off again.
I assumed, rightfully so, that they would be to busy with the party for my wife to playing text-tag phone-sex games with me. Still about an hour after my delivery I received a text that floored me. It read, ‘Did you like meeting my boyfriend?’
I responded, ‘Who?”
She took a few agonizing minutes to reply, “That was K who helped me get the pizzas. Are you mad at me?’
I quickly answered, ‘Oh no, but it is a surprise to now imagine you with a black man. Are you still feeling okay about everything?’
She said, ‘I’ll let you know later. LOL’ That was the last I heard from her the rest of the night until she was due to come home.
I was realizing how stupid I had been. I knew most of her coworkers were black. To assume he’d be a white man was simply a stupid oversight on my part. Now, even more of those crazy things Kattie had trained me to be excited about and perversely crave came rushing back in on me. I wondered if Sally had some how found out about it all and was planning on torturing me like Kattie had. Or had she tapped into my psyche somehow and now it was affecting her as it had me so long ago. I wondered if I’d ever be free of it all or even if I really wanted to be free.
An hour before I expected her to arrive home, I received a text, “Honey, the party was great. Everyone said to tell you thanks for the pizza. It was so fun they are planning to go to the pub on main street after work. Can I go? Do you mind?”
I sent back, “It’s okay, have fun, wake me when you get in and tell me all about it.”
It was several hours later when she came home. She woke me with a kiss and I could smell the smoke of the bar in her hair and on her cloths. She was quick to tell me nothing happened because she was afraid rumors would start if she hung out with him more than any of the others. Then she told me how she had danced with all the guys and even with the girls as a big group a few times.
Then she told me, “When a couple of the others said they had to go, I told the others I needed to leave too. K said had ridden with some of the others to the bar so he needed a ride back to the school, and asked if I’d mind. No one seamed to give it a second thought, so I agreed.”
She then stopped to kiss me. She swirled her tongue around in my mouth, wrestling my tongue and probing my teeth with her tongue. I felt her saliva flowing through our lips for me to swallow. I noticed her breath smelt funky but not bad by any means.
Then she looked me in the eyes and whispered, “Guess what we did then?”
I was so thrilled and curious, needing to know so very badly right then!
She kissed me again and pulled my hands to her breasts. I tore open her shirt popping the buttons all around the room, and found she didn’t have her bra on.
I had to break our kiss to ask, “Tell me honey! What happened? Where’s your bra?”
She said, When we got back to the school I parked around back and we kissed a while. I pulled his hands to my tits just like this,” and she looked down at my hands on her tits, “and I let him remove my bra daddy. It was so exciting to let him do it. I let him suck my bare titties and he is so good at kissing!”
I was quivering with anticipation as she continued, “When he tried to open my pants daddy, I pushed him back in his seat. He looked so disappointed, poor baby.”
I have to admit I felt a bit disappointed too, as I had built up such tremendous expectations. Then after another probing kiss, she looked back into my eyes with a frown on her face, and began again, “Then I got on my knees daddy, and I leaned over the console, I leaned across and push my bare nipple back into K’s mouth. Oh it felt so good daddy to feel my boyfriend’s big thick lips sucking my titties. He moved his hands back to my breasts and lifted them for his kisses.”
She paused and looked at me as though she expected me to say something. I asked, “What?”
Propping herself up with one hand on my shoulder, she took my hand in her other hand, and pulled it toward her crotch. She could see my thoughts beginning to click and she nodded her head as she said, “Yes daddy, I did this…”
She pulled my hand to the snap and zipper of her pants and held it there as I opened her pants. She then pushed my hand to one side then moved hers to the other side of her hips where we worked together to push her pants over her bottom and down to her knees.
She was still looking me in my eyes as she whispered, “I kissed K but I want to watch you as I tell you what he did as we kissed. I moved my hands to his neck kissed him daddy. I felt him exploring my hips with both of his hands, and he spend a few minutes rubbing and squeezing my bottom. Then I felt him place his hand flat on my tummy and slide his fingers into the waist band of my new panties. Thank you for them daddy.”
I was doing with my hands what she was telling me he had done with his and her body was responding to my touch. She said, “Mmm yes just like that. He pushed his hand over my bush and it felt so nasty to let him. I was about to stop him. All I had to do was pull away from his, grab his hand, anything, but I made myself to continue kissing him as I felt his fingers on my clit, oh my if felt so nasty.”
She kissed me as my own fingers touched her clit. Then she pulled her face back to watch me again, “Hold your had still, there like this, now let me do this,” and she began to twirl her hips grinding her clitoris into my fingers.
Her eyes were half closed as she resumed, “My boyfriend let me do this. Oh I love this. It felt so good daddy, letting K feel my pussy like this. Then I did this,” and she pulled one hand from behind my neck and moved it to her panties placing it on mine, and then I felt her pushing my fingers deeper to explore her pussy. She was watching me and as she gleaned that I understood just what she was telling me, that she had pushed K’s fingers deeper into her pussy, she pushed her lips hard against mine and began sucking my tongue hard.
My fingers were dancing inside her dripping wet pussy. My other hand moved to my own lap to release my dick.
Sally broke our kiss pushing herself upright. Her one hand held mine deep inside her as her other hand joined mine to help me get my dick out. She said, “ Oh daddy, I helped K do this, but it was much harder. You’re in pajamas. I got his pants open and we both tried to get his cock out, but it wouldn’t work.”
She said, “We had to stop, he had to pull his hand out, he asked me to take my panties off, but I said no. He pulled his cock out and oh daddy it is so big and so dark. I never knew a human can have a cock that big. Well when it was out K wanted me to straddle his lap. I knew what he was thinking, but I couldn’t do that.”
Then she leaned in for a closer look at me as she whispered, “So I did this…” and then she lowered her face into my lap and I felt her lips surround my dick. I felt like it was stuck in a hoover and a few seconds later I blew my load.
She then rose up, leaned close to me, pulled my hands back to her tits, and pressed her lips to mine. And when our mouths opened I was shocked to realize she had a mouth full of my cum, and was pushing it all through my lips for me to savor.
Hell, I’d eaten it before out of her pussy, but somehow this felt so much more degrading. We tongue wrestled several minutes and eventually between the two of us we had swallowed all my cum.
She straddled me and lowered herself, as she said, “I wanted to do this with my boyfriend daddy, but a car drove into the parking lot. It scared us so we quickly dressed and he went to his car. I came home and here we are. Did you like this?”
As much as I did enjoy this, I couldn’t get it up again, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes, knowing she needed to be fucked, seriously fucked. It wasn’t on purpose, but this was working into my plan.
And as I suspected, the following night she didn’t answer my text through her entire lunch break. I waited the entire lunch break in bated anticipation, wondering if they were fucking right then. But after an hour I heard from her. She admitted he was with her when I text, and again they’d been kissing. She was less divulging, saying, “I’ll tell you about it when I get home.”
I asked if she wanted K to fuck her tonight, that I thought I might be up to it tonight. But she said for me to wait, that we could talk when she got home.
After work she came to me. Although in bed I wasn’t asleep this time, all full of anticipation for her story. She sat on the bed beside me and said, “He came to me again and we kissed. He opened my blows and I let him kiss my nipples again. He was kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples when you text. I could feel his penis getting hard under me as I sat on his lap, and we kissed. But when he tried to put his hand in my pants again, I stop him. I told him I can’t do this at work.”
I said, “It’s okay honey. So, you didn’t fuck him? What did you decide? What did you want to talk to me about?”
Looking me in the eyes again, she does this when she wants to see my thoughts, like a psychic, then she said, “He wants us to meet at the pub again, but I said there are too many people. Then I had an idea, but I need to ask you if its okay first.”
I said, “I’m listening,” as I kept playing with her titties.
She looked me in the eyes again and said, “It sounds so wrong to be planning like this to do something I know is wrong, but I thought, well, here it is. I want to tell K to follow me home. We can say I’m having car troubles, so no one will suspect anything. I’ll tell him you, no never mind, its too crazy! Forget it. We shouldn’t be doing any of this anyway.”
I told her to try to sleep and forget about it and things will work out by themselves.
She showered and came to join me in bed, and we both had wild dreams that night.
The following week was really frustrating for her. I was working my plan, getting her off orally while telling her I couldn’t perform. She wanted me to see a doctor about it. Meanwhile, K had been avoiding her, making her feel like he wasn’t interested in her any more. Boy, was she ever crushed and pissed and sexually frustrated!
She had several small orgasms a night sitting on my face or with me curled up between her thighs. But she had lost the penetration sex, even though she really never had an orgasm with me this way.
I assumed if K hadn’t really lost interest in Sally, but was more probably just dealing with his own sexual frustration, blue-balls if you know what I mean, well, it had been another week, and if he was true to form he would be hunting her up again any day now.
I could tell Sally wasn’t feeling the fun in our game anymore, with me teasing a fuck while we played it was K’s cock, then then to come home to no fucking. And without K around anymore to give our game an element of possible reality, nothing felt right or stimulating for her. I understood totally!
But as I said, I really did expect K to return any day now. So, I kept up the game with her, combined with my plan. And waited.
I text her as usual and said, “I feel like I might be able to fuck tonight. Want K to fuck you tonight?”
She replied, “maybe tonight, but not what you think. If you hear me when I get home don’t get up. I want privacy if you know what I mean.”
I assumed K had found her as I had expected, and she was planning to bring him here. The k**s would be fast asleep, and she wanted me to pretend to be too. I text back, “OK good luck!”
As planned, I saw the headlights of two cars pull into our driveway after midnight. I heard the front door open and close, then total agonizing quiet!
Several long minutes later, she snuck into our bedroom, kissed me in the dark, then opened the bathroom door to have enough light to see what she was doing. I watched her strip and wrap her silk kimono around her naked body. Then she kissed me again and whispered, “I’m going to fuck my boyfriend now and then feed you after he leaves. Don’t make a sound.”
I listened from my bed as I thought I heard their whispers, then I know I heard some grunting, rhythmic grunting and I knew he was finally fucking my wife and cuckolding me for the second time in my life.
I watched the clock and was surprised when I watched an entire hour pass. Then more whispering and the front door open and close. And before the light had pulled out of the driveway I saw my gorgeous wife sneaking back into our room.
She was holding her crotch like she had to pee. She came to my side and leaned down to kiss me and whisper, “Thank you daddy.” Then she dropped her robe on the floor and climbed over my head and lowered her funky smelling pussy to my lips for me to kiss.
The light from the bathroom illuminated her well enough for me to see she was very swollen and red. Much more than any time after we’d fucked. She cooed her pleasure as I savored her creampie, noting how different it tasted from the times it was fresh or after I had fucked her. I had never seen so much lathered cream and it took a while to lick it all from her folds, sucking the gelatinous stuff from deep with in her vagina which quivered every time my tongue delved into her depths. Most of this came to me as I placed my lips all the way around her vulva and vacuumed it out of her depths.
I counted three quaking orgasms as the fluid was drawn out or lapped up. My poor abused wife was fast asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Can you believe it, the next morning she was telling me it was so wrong of her to have done it and it was partly my fault for teasing her so much she craved it, and get this… that it will never happen again.
Well, let me tell you, for the entire Fall Winter and Spring season it happened once a week. My plan back fired on me though. After that first cuckolding she didn’t care if I wanted to fuck her any more. From then on all she wanted to do was feel him dancing around her insides. She did feed me every time though, so I did get to be a part of the game. And as I sucked her pussy on the nights in between their trysts she would jack me off.
It was the conversations we had in those days while I was making my oral love to her pussy, that really gave me my thrills. She would tell me how big and beautiful his black cock was and how good it felt to feel K so far up inside her, dancing deeper inside her than I could ever get. She’d tell me how much better he was at making love to her, while I sucked and licked and kissed her cunt. She even began giggling at me when I’d cum on myself as she sat on my face and looked down on me.
Then one day K quit his job. Rumor had it he got a better offer out of town. He didn’t even say goodbye. Sally was heartbroken.
It took an entire year for her to recover from her seven-year-itch. But with lots of kissing and licking and sucking I got her through it.
It was at the end of this bad year that she asked about Kattie, and what had happened between us. I found chapter 1 and let her read it while I was at work one night. When I got home she was waiting up for me. We crawled in bed together and she kissed me then whispered, “Thank you for keeping me after how I treated our marriage and you! I am so sorry!” I told her I was too, but now we have some good stories and games to share with each other that we both know are true and can be very thrilling to play out!
She has sworn off any extramarital activity since, so this ends our great adventure. Now we love and enjoy our family and each other alone.
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