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?"

words hung heavy in 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

waiting for me to say something-anything-Jennifer just hugged me and said, "I'm

not it. I'm just

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

words trailed off. She must have thought she overstepped a

this..." With that I took her hand and placed it on my cock. It wasn't raging, but it wasn't flaccid. I knew what faced us. I knew the potential heights and I knew the

"Always."

everything that happens?" A smile crept across her face as my cock began to grow in her soft hands. "Always." She

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really want

"Yes. Do you?"

one final moment to think. Our married life was

It wasn't filled with over-the-top fantasy. We both knew it

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

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

would be just fine." She winked at me, and I felt a stirring in my cock. "Actually, I was thinking 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 once we were alone with a few cocktails in us, the flirting will progress. In fact, I'll make sure it progresses. I'll just

telling me how she was going to have an affair-and I was right there with her, supporting her all the way. Jealousy began to stir, winning out over horniness. But the more she talked, the more I realized how much we loved each other. She would come home to me when the night was over. Not only that, but the whole reason for the

still OK with this?" She was

"Yes, I am."

breath and exhaled. "I was thinking of Friday.