Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Creampies And Cuckoldry: 3

In the car on the way home, Jennifer couldn't stop talking about all the attention she received. I told her about the college kid. She shimmied her chest for me and said, "He's right, you know. I could have had anyone I wanted tonight." The minute we got home, we were all over each other. I told her to leave the t-shirt on while we fucked. I wanted to see what every other guy was seeing. When I came, I filled her more than I had in a long, long time. In the afterglow, we talked more about what had happened.

"I just loved being on display like that. I can't believe how many men I made hard!" The more we talked, the more I was re-energized. "Just think, honey, I could have made your fantasy come true tonight. Easily. Would you have liked that? Would you have liked me to come home with a pussy full of a stranger's cum?"

"Oh, yes," I whimpered.

"Pretend I did. I'm a mess. Clean me up."

After that night, I couldn't get shake the image of my beautiful wife being fucked by another man. It had seemed so much more real. So tangible. So much more than just a fantasy. For the first time in our relationship I thought I really would WANT her to do it. The fantasy felt like more than just a few fun stories.

A few nights later while we were laying in bed, Jennifer said, "You really seem to like the fantasy of me fucking another guy."

Thinking she was setting the stage for sex, I said, "mmmm, hmmm. I do. You know that." I started to nuzzle her neck. She surprised me when she gently pushed me away.

"I mean, you REALLY seem to like it."

"Yes, you know I do." I wasn't sure where this was headed, but I began to get nervous. "What if it, you know, really happened?"

I leaned back, studying her. Had she done something and was now trying to confess? Visions of Lisa's overflowing pussy immediately leapt to mind. "What do you mean?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.

Noticing the panicked look on my face, Jennifer stroked my cheek. "I haven't done anything, if that's what you're worried about. It's just that I keep thinking of what we talk about, and how you seem to really enjoy it, really want it. I wanted to see if that was true. Do you want me to take a lover?"

the room. I felt as if I'd been struck with an anvil. Do I want her to take a lover? My fantasy brain shouted YES!, but my practical brain said hold on a minute, think about

me to say something-anything-Jennifer just hugged me and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Forget I even said

I'm just

"I love you. More than you'll ever know. If I didn't, I could never have asked what I did." An odd logic, I thought, but let her continue. "If I didn't feel safe and comfortable and confident with our relationship, I could never even

She must have thought she

this..." With that I took her hand and placed it on my cock. It wasn't raging, but it wasn't flaccid. I

"Always."

always come home to me? You'll always tell me everything that happens?" A smile crept across her face as my

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want

"Yes. Do you?"

think. Our married life was about to

We made love. It wasn't "sex." It wasn't raunchy. It wasn't filled with over-the-top fantasy. We both knew it was a time for closeness.

one of our friendships? We decided against that. We also decided against the Russian Roulette of Jennifer just picking up someone at a bar. For a moment she considered asking one of her old boyfriends if he'd want to "get together and reminisce," but we eventually rejected the idea. Finally, we settled on one of Jennifer's co-workers. Dan's flirtations with Jennifer never stopped, even after we were married. "He knows he's not going to get anywhere, but he just does it out of fun, now," she once told me. He was divorced and had been for a few years. From conversations Jen had with him, she knew he was clean. Furthermore, he had just accepted a transfer to the company's office in Denver, so, if he did fuck Jennifer, they wouldn't have those awkward

him?" I asked. "Are you just going to walk up to him and say,

that I would ask him out for a drink, you know, one of those 'good luck with your transfer' kind of things. I figured that

all the way. Jealousy began to stir, winning out over horniness. But the more

you're still OK with this?" She was

"Yes, I am."

and exhaled. "I was thinking of Friday.