Laura's Story

Thanks Stormy, have a good turkey day. May all your pumpkin wishes come true.

Wonderful Stormy! Sounds SO familiar to conversations I've had with my wife about losing that 'edge' you have when first dating / married, and trying to re-capture that level of passion.
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Hey Stormy

Thanks as always for all the work you put into writing these great stories.

Have a safe and joyful Thanksgiving day, hope you get to spend it with your loved ones as I am.

Take care Buddy,

TrF2

Storm

I loved those last few paragraphs. I can't wait to see where this is going.

GH

Thanks for the comments guys! I did have a good Thanksgiving, kind of quiet here at home, just my bride and I, but very relaxing and nice. Ate WAY too much, but that's part of the tradition, right? Hope all of you enjoyed it as well.
As always, thanks for your comments and support. I write for my own relaxation, but even more for your enjoyment. I hope if I ever become tiresome you will be honest enough to tell me so, but for now...here's another chapter! Hope you enjoy it.
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I thought about that for a few seconds, realizing that he was at least partially correct. I had sort of taken a dominant role, especially during the latter part, when he had come too soon and I still wanted that one last orgasm. “So does that mean you didn’t completely hate it when I practically powerd myself on you, after you had come inside of me? It wasn’t totally awful?”

I felt him shake his head, his chin moving on my shoulder. “No – no, actually it turned out to be very arousing. I guess I liked that you knew exactly what you wanted, and made sure I gave it to you. I mean, have you ever known me to get hard again so soon, especially after I had already come twice?”

I laughed. “Not in the last ten years, no. I hoped that meant you enjoyed it – I know I did.”

“It was incredible! Really, the whole thing, the way you took over and made me do you with my mouth the first time and then held my head, holding me to you while you came, and then you climbing on and riding me like you did, that was so hot! I felt like I was your sex toy, which was kind of fun – but mostly I loved the way you asked me to go down on you after, and then almost powerd me to. That was just…really, really a turn on for me.” I felt him shiver, and wondered if it could actually be a shiver of arousal at the memory!

“So you liked that?”

“Oh yeah, it was great!” I giggled at the enthusiasm in his voice, and he laughed too, before continuing. “You were so wet, and so turned on, and then my own cum was all over you, and in my face and my mouth, and then the way you came so hard…”

I felt a shudder of arousal run through him again at the memory – this time I was sure of it - and felt his penis stiffening against my bottom. He was turning himself on with his own thoughts of what he had done! I moved my bottom against him. “Mmmm, feels like somebody is making himself all horny! So does that mean maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“You bet – how about right now?”

“No Benny, not now – but soon, OK? I’m kind of tired – you wore me out - and you probably couldn’t stay hard long enough anyway, right?”

He didn’t answer immediately, but when he did he acknowledged that fact. “No, probably not. But when will you be in that kind of mood again? I mean, I hate to miss an opportunity…”

“What do you mean? I like sex just about anytime, you know that!”

“Well, yeah, but not like that! This was different.” He paused, and I know both of us were pondering his statement. “What made you so horny tonight, anyway? You were like some sex fiend, teasing me at the restaurant, then that blow job - which was great, by the way – and then, well… pretty much everything else. It was fun, exciting - like it’s supposed to be!”

“I don’t know Ben, maybe it was just the whole thing – the evening out, a nice dinner, some takes, getting to spend time with you, the dancing – it was all just very nice. I guess it all put me in just the right mood.”

He pulled me more tightly to him as I finished speaking, hugging me close. “Mmm, yeah, it was nice, wasn’t it? So you didn’t mind too much that I invited Matt along? That was probably kind of dumb, to do that without checking with you first.”

I laughed. “Yeah, it was, but Matt is cool. He’s fun to be around, and he’s your friend – but you’re a better dancer.”

He laughed. “I’m glad! But you enjoyed dancing with him, right?”

“I did. It’s kind of weird though; he’s so big, I felt like I was a little kid, like I should maybe just stand on his feet and let him dance us both around.” I laughed after I said it, the image was so ridiculous. Ben chuckled too.

“Did you like the feeling that he was so much bigger than you? You looked kind of little, dancing with him.”

“I don’t think I really thought about it, or not in that way at least. I suppose it’s kind of fun, to feel that way.”

“Uh-huh.” He paused, but I felt like I almost knew what he was going to say next. He didn’t disappoint. “Did you like that you could feel his big hard cock?”

“Ben don’t, OK? Let’s not go there.”

“You did, didn’t you? You liked rubbing against his big cock! That’s probably what helped put you in the mood, what made you so extra-horny tonight!”

I felt my body stiffen, and I pulled away slightly. “Ben, don’t ruin the evening! We had fun and it was all so good – why are you trying to spoil it now?”

He pulled me back to him. “No, it’s OK Laura, just be honest with me, I don’t mind! I mean, if he finds you sexy and it makes him horny, so what? That’s good – you are sexy – but I’m the one that gets to take you home and reap the benefit, so who cares if he gets hard, right?”

“Ben…”

“Was his cock really big Laura? Did you like rubbing up against it, did it make you all wet and horny? Was it all long and thick and throbbing, all ready for you?”

I giggled, I couldn’t help myself. “God Benny, don’t be so silly! You just sound funny when you try to talk dirty.” The truth was, his words were making my heart pound and my tummy tingle, but I knew what he was trying to do.

He laughed too. “I know, I’m just messing with you. Honestly though, did you like the fact that you could feel that he was so turned on?”

Obviously he was not going to let it go until I answered him. I should have expected this, maybe. He had gone through a sort of similar thing about a year and a half after we were married, when he became obsessed with guys I’d dated and might have had sex with before we were married – or even before we’d met! He had started by just casually asking a few seemingly innocent questions, like who I might have enjoyed dating the most, who I had the best memories of and why, that type of thing, but gradually his questions became more probing, and he wanted to know things in much greater detail.

We each knew that the other was not a virgin when we met; we’d made no attempt to hide the fact that each of us had had other sexual partners. As he dug more deeply into my past though, one of the things he focused on- - really, the biggest thing he focused on – was whether any of my former partners had been better lovers. In particular, he seemed to need to know if any had been particularly well – endowed, apparently equating penis size with sexual ability as so many of you guys do.

At that point I had made a mistake; I’d been honest with him, telling him that one, Gerry, had possessed a fairly large penis. Not large by porn standards mind you, but bigger than Ben, maybe an inch and a half or two inches longer, and thicker, and that he’d also been uncircumcised, which Ben was not.

Boy, that set off a firestorm of questions and worries for Ben! I had never realized how insecure he was on that score, and no matter how many times I’d reassured him that he was by far a better lover – completely true, by the way, because Ben is creative, tender, generous, and considerate while Gerry had been none of those things – he’d been in agony for months over the idea that he did not measure up. He had even been worried that I might prefer Gerry’s uncut penis over his own circumcised one, which is something I have absolutely no preference about; after all, it’s just a silly little flap of skin, it doesn’t actually DO anything! It wasn’t until I told him that Gerry had rarely made me come while he, Ben, consistently brought me to multiple orgasms, that he finally began to accept that I was serious and that I did not find his size – or the cut of his jib - to be a problem. Apparently just marrying him had not been enough!

That was also - perhaps not coincidentally - about the time that he began to make self-deprecating jokes about the size of his manhood. To me that had meant that he was comfortable and at peace with the fact that he didn’t have the largest organ in the world; I mean, if he could make jokes and poke fun at himself that was a healthy thing, right? Now though, as he quizzed me about Matt, I silently reminded myself to strive to not open any old wounds. “Ben, would it bother you if I got all turned on because I could feel how hard he was?”

He didn’t answer me right away, and I heard and felt him take a deep breath. When he did speak, I knew he was being totally honest. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess I know that it should bother me, but on the other hand I can understand why it happened too.”

“You do know that if I was aroused by it, it wasn’t because I wanted to be, or because I wanted anything more to happen. It just works like that. We’re hardwired that way, the same reamister he got hard in the first place; it’s a totally normal, healthy response.” He didn’t say anything. “Ben…?”

“No, I know. I understand that, I really do.” He sighed. “So you’re saying it did turn you on.”

“Yes Benny, it did. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but that is what dancing together like that is all about, right? Dancing is really part of the whole sexual ritual, isn't it? I mean, we don’t do it because we think we look like superstars and everyone will be impressed by our moves, right? If you were dancing with some hot babe and she was rubbing against you while you danced, you’d get aroused, you’d get hard, wouldn’t you?”

He actually laughed, a hopeful sign. ”If we were dancing the way some people dance today and she was humping her ass against me the way they do, I’d probably come in my pants! I don’t know how they do that without all the guys walking around hard all night and all the girls not having dripping panties!”

I laughed. “That’s nasty! Maybe they do, who knows?”

“Yeah, maybe! Tell me though, and be honest, OK? Does he have a big cock?”

“Ben…look, I really couldn’t tell that much just by pressing against him, OK? It was just a big hard ridge pressing into my tummy, it’s not like I touched him, or whipped out a ruler or anything.”
No, nothing like that; I had merely let him put it inside of me and fuck me until I almost ****** because I came so hard. I knew exactly how big he was, exactly how good it felt to have it inside of me, and exactly how it felt when he would ejaculate and then gradually soften and slip out of me. I couldn’t very well tell Ben that though, now could I? But he was being so damned insistent when I wished only that he would shut up and go to relax! It was really becoming quite exasperating.

“So it was pretty big then, huh?”

I sighed. “OK Ben, have it your way; yes, it felt pretty big. Huge, in fact! I couldn’t tell how long it might have been, because of the way things fit and all, but it could have been anywhere from a foot to two feet long! What I mostly could tell was that he felt very thick, as thick as my arm. I’m surprised he can even walk without tripping over it! I think your friend Matt has a very big, very thick cock Ben, and if you want to know any more details about it you’ll have to ask him yourself. Why, maybe he’ll even show it to you!”

Now I’d done it! I know I should have stayed patient and tried to joke with him and keep it light, but I was very uncomfortable with his endless questions – because of my own guilt, I know that – but I had let it get to me, and my frustration with him had caused me to lash out. I regretted it immediately, but it was too late; his silence told me that much.

We had succeeded in ruining it – mostly my own fault – and now I was tense and unhappy, and far too aggravated for relax. We lay there for quite a while, still together, neither of us wanting to be the one that pushed the other away. I was so upset that our nice evening would apparently end like this! When he did speak, he simply asked – apparently seriously – “Was it really that big?”

I giggled. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t stop myself; the question was just too crazy, too absurd, and he had sounded so sincere! That was Ben though, he could take an angry, tense situation, and completely defuse it by making himself look foolish, intentionally, and I knew he had done just that! I laughed until tears ran down my cheeks, and he joined me, no doubt as relieved as I that our argument had ended as abruptly as it had begun.

To my immense surprise he had not responded in-kind to my momentary tantrum, and after what was probably several long minutes of laughing and then settling down until we could breathe again, Ben very softly kissed me on the shoulder. “I’m sorry babe. I shouldn’t push like that. I guess it’s just my own insecurities coming out, you know what I mean? I know I’m not the best equipped guy around; I wish there was something I could do to change that.”

“Oh Benny! Have I ever, ever, in all the time we’ve been married, complained about the size of your cock? Have I?”

“Well, no…but you wouldn’t, would you? You’re way too nice, too considerate, to ever do something like that.”

“Benny, I didn’t buy it sight-unseen, if you’ll recall; in fact, I seem to remember taking it on a number of test drives before I signed the bill of sale. Very satisfactory test drives, if I remember correctly!”

He laughed. “Well yeah, but that was back when it was still shiny and new, and still had that new cock smell to it. Do you still love it now that it’s older and has some miles on it, maybe a few dings and scratches - and even though it may have left you stranded a time or two?”

“More than ever my love, more than ever. It always starts easily, still has a very smooth ride, and handles well in the corners. Somehow, as long as I keep it lubed it always seems to get me where I’m going – or else its owner does.”

“And you’re not sorry you bought the sub-compact instead of the big SUV?”

I laughed. “Silly! This one gets better mileage – and fits nicely in my garage. You know, except for the rear wheels...”

He laughed again. “Wow! Now you’ve got me thinking maybe the trade-in value might be higher than I thought, with all those nice features!” He pulled me tightly to him. “I love you babe.”

“I love you too. Sleep good.”

“You too. Goodnight.”

Stormy,
A soft landing so far, but I am still concerned about a crash and burn. I ask “how would I feel and how would I react”. Are any of us satisfied?, confident?, self assured? You create likable realistic characters. Great Story.
JJ.

Stormy:

Very nicely told and it sounds like Ben has a cuck side to him that may be reveled at a later date?

I love coming back to read more about this couple.


Thanks for sharing her story!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I like the direction of the story. Maybe with Laura taking a more dominant role, we can hope for somemore foot play and teasing. Can,t wait for the next installment!!

Storm

Just found this new segment. I love the way this story is developing. The car metaphor was also very nicely done.

Thanks

GH

Yes, fantastic stuff! Just like every one else, I can't wait to hear more! And I hope it goes on a while more... this is such a fun read I don't want it to end!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Bump time!

Hope there is more to her story.......
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Yeah me too. Excellent stort and checking often for an update.

Thanks guys, I sure appreciate the comments and the bump-ups! I have to apologize for the delay. I didn't think I had enough info and notes for another chapter - turns out once I expanded it I do (should have known!) but it's not quite done yet. Maybe later today (I hope!).
I have also received more notes via email just recently, and can probably go on quite a ways when I get a chance. It looks like something you might enjoy - if I can get it written out properly. Some of you have asked about how I get the story from "Laura"; I have suggested to her that I post one of her emails as I received it, with only the names and maybe locations either redacted or changed but otherwise intact, so that you can judge for yourself how much of the story is her's and how much mine. I won't do it without her approval, so we'll see. Just an idea.

I will also be gone for awhile over Christmas and so both stories will go on hiatus for at least 10-14 days soon. Hope to get more posted on both before then if time allows. Busy time of year! Hope it is shaping up to be a good Christmas for all of you. Or happy Hanukkah...or whatever.

Oooh, you're such a tease - just like my wife!

I really hope you can get another chapter in before your hiatus! Would be a nice holiday gift!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Thanks cuckaliciousr! Didn't mean to tease, but wasn't sure I'd get this done today and wanted to acknowledge all the nice comments just in case I didn't make it back. So, anyhow, here's one for your weekend! It's long, and basically no dialogue, but I hope y'all enjoy it!
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Ben drifted easily into relax, his breathing becoming deep and regular in minutes. I almost made it too, I was so tired, my eyelids too heavy to hold open; but then my mind started up, tormenting me with doubts and guilt, and I was completely unable to shut it off. I should have been expecting it, because I know this is what happens to me. Whenever I’m worried or troured, stressed or angry or, in this case, feeling guilty and horrible about myself, insomnia plagues me.

It had done so early on in our marriage, when our incomes were smaller and finances were a constant worry; it had done it again when the stress of my job, with all of the office politics and infighting that came with it had weighed me down; it had reared its ugly, relaxless head again when I had decided to leave my job and work from home, as my mind had kept me up all night with questions over whether I was making the right decision, and now, tonight, it was apparent that it was going to give me a miserable night of doubt and guilt, of self-loathing and questions, and of exhaustion and grief.

A moment of weakness after years of fidelity and then the weeks and months of fantasizing about Matt had brought me to this point, and now my thoughts were going to grind and churn all night as I tore myself apart for my mistake – and it had been a mistake, allowing my desire and arousal to overrule my common sense! I had known that I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing even as it was happening, but my god! It had felt so good, so right at the moment, the need and desire inside of me taking over and driving me out of control, pushing down my common sense and drowning out that tiny little voice that was screaming NO! And now there was no taking it back, no way to undo it, no way to forgive myself.

It didn’t matter if I swore to myself that I’d never do it again; I had done it, I had cheated on my husband, the man that loved me and stood beside me always, and I hated myself for that. There, in the darkness of our bedroom with him relaxing soundly and peacefully beside me, I loathed myself for what I had done, and I felt the scalding tears run down my cheeks as I realized that I would always know, always think less of myself for my weakness, and always despise myself for making Ben a cuckold, for making him seem somehow weaker and less manly, even though he had done nothing wrong and no part of it had been his fault. In the light of day, with many distractions around me, I could rationalize my actions; now, in the quiet darkness alone with my thoughts I could not, and the burden was crushing.

I was a whore, a slut, unworthy of him. I had taken his love and his trust and spit on it, I had disrespected him and our marriage, and I knew that if he ever found out he would be devastated, hurt, emasculated, and would feel only contempt and possibly hatred for me for doing that to him – but part of me had to admit that I had known this, all of it, before eagerly falling into bed with Matt, and yet I had done so. The question was, why? Why had I fucked Matt – and I powerd myself to admit that I had absolutely fucked him, or he had done so to me, and to not use any softer euphemism like ‘slept with’ or ‘made love to’. There was friendship between us, but there had been no love, and certainly no relaxing. We had fucked, twice - hard, hot and naturalistic fucking, not lovemaking – but why had I allowed it to happen?

It had been lust, certainly, but more than that too. There was the fact that my marriage, and my sex life within it, was less than exciting; but that was an excuse, a rationalization, not a reamister. That Matt was attractive and that I was attracted to him was undeniable – but not so much so that I’d lose all sense of propriety and put my marriage at risk! Yet that was what I had done, certainly, and now relaxlessness and guilt were the price I had to pay, because I had to try to understand what I had done.

The sex had been incredible, I would not allow myself to deny that; it had been perhaps the best sex I’d ever had, so intense, so passionate, so totally overwhelming. Matt had taken me to heights I’d never before reached – indeed, had not even known existed - and I’d had the sense that he too had been shocked at how good it had been. Even now, in the depths of my despair I felt a flush of liquid heat low in my belly as I thought about how he had felt, his thick, rigid cock moving within me, but I pushed it back, ashamed of myself.

The thing I couldn’t understand about the day was the way the sex later, with Ben, had been so damn good! It was still just Ben and me, the same two people that had been boring each other in the bedroom for several years now; even he admitted that, but tonight had been different. I had the sense that the presence of Matt in our lives had played a part, but how? He hadn’t been there in the bedroom, or on the living room sofa with us. Well, maybe in spirit he had, as my own sexual fantasies had included him, and as Benny had teased me about becoming aroused when dancing with him. And there was some truth in that he had sparked much of the arousal of which Ben had later been the beneficiary; I think me and Ben both knew that!

For some reamister the fact that I had become aroused at the bar by the feel of Matt’s hard cock seemed to excite Ben too, when I would have thought just the opposite would have been the case. If he had admitted becoming aroused with desire for another woman I would have been hurt, and I always felt very threatened when another women would carry her flirting with him too far, yet he had seemed – unless I was reading things horribly wrong - to become very aroused by the thought that I could feel Matt rubbing his erect cock against me, and by my admission that it had made me horny and that my body had responded in kind! He had even seemed to be fascinated by the idea that Matt might be better endowed than he was himself, and had asked intimate questions about how I felt about that rather than acting threatened or envious, or concerned about being found wanting or inadequate – which he certainly is not!

I found that disorienting, like things did not line up the way they should, or the way I had expected them to. It was unsettling, yet in some odd way it had made the sex between Ben and I very intense, very focused, and much more exciting and satisfying than it had been in a very long time. Ben had admitted to feeling it too; it would have been interesting to ask him for his theory on why, but I knew I couldn’t do that. If he thought too much about it, it might bring him too close to the truth!

And yet…and yet, Ben had certainly seemed to become quite aroused and excited by the idea that Matt was not only apparently substantially larger in the manhood department, but also by the fact that I had found it very arousing. There was no logic in that, no reamister that he should be excited by the thought of his wife’s body responding, becoming hot, wet, and receptive when another man pressed his large, erect cock against her! This was very confusing, but at least it had taken my mind off despising myself for the moment.

It had also left me wide awake, and more than a little bit aroused! I quietly swung my feet out of bed and stood, careful not to disturb Ben. I went and got my robe from the back of the bathroom door and slipped it on as I left our bedroom, closing the door softly behind me, and went downstairs to the kitchen. I turned on the light over the stove and set about fixing myself a cup of hot cocoa, partly to maybe help me relax, but mostly because for me hot cocoa is the type of balm for a troured mind that chicken soup is rumored to be for a sick body. For some reamister it always soothes me, and makes my troubles seem just a little bit smaller, and my world seem just a little bit better. I think some of the credit must go to the little marshmallows.

Once it was ready and I had poured it into a mug I carried it through the house, my tiny marshmallows slowly melting into a rich creamy froth as steam rose from the top. I had made it a little hotter than I had intended, and I blew on it as I walked carefully into our front room. I stood at the window in the dark room, looking across the street at the front of Matt’s house. He had left his porch light on, but otherwise his house was as dark as ours. I wondered if he was relaxing peacefully, or if perhaps he too was suffering some misgivings about what we’d done; after all, he did claim that Ben was his friend, and knew that Ben felt the same way toward him. Surely he couldn’t be entirely guilt-free about fucking his friend’s wife until she ******!

I stood there, thinking about Matt and Ben, and how complicated my life had suddenly become. I was very slowly coming to the realization that I knew exactly what needed to be done, but was simply resisting doing it, not willing to face the facts. It was so simple; I just needed to tell Matt that it had all been a huge mistake, a momentary lapse that could never happen again, and then I needed to put it completely behind me, to try to forget – or at least deny to myself – that it had ever happened, and to hope and pray that Ben never, ever got any inkling of it either. See? Told you it was simple!

I sipped at my take, which had finally cooled enough to not blister my tongue, as I formulated this plan. I wondered what Matt would say; would he be disappointed? Surprised? Would he try to convince me to continue having sex with him? What did he really want from me? Was it just sex, or was it, for him, something more - and if it was just sex, was he even interested in repeating the experience? I could see that it might be very embarrassing to march in and tell him it was over, and that it would never happen again, only to find out that he’d never had any intention of it ever happening again!

I also had to admit to myself that I’d miss it. Not just the sex we’d had, although that had been astoundingly good, but also all of my fantasizing about him, my use of him – the imaginary him, that is – to spice up my love life at home, because I knew that if I continued to fantasize about Matt and use his image in my mind to arouse myself that I would inevitably end up once again in his bed. I mean, of course, assuming he still wanted me! So, with that knowledge, I knew that I would have to banish any and all thoughts of him from our bedroom. That should be no problem. Sure!

As I gazed across at his house, lost in thought, a small, subtle movement at the base of a large lilac bush in his front yard caught my eye, and then it was gone. I watched for a moment, and then saw it again, and in a few more seconds a large yellow tomcat slid gracefully out into the light, separating himself from the shadows beneath the shrub. I recognized him; he had been hanging around the neighborhood for several months, showing up off and on in unexpected places and at odd times to either beg for food, terrorize one of the neighborhood dogs, or to battle the other male cats for the right to nail one of the female cats in the neighborhood when he scented their heat. I was pretty sure he always won; he was that big and powerful-looking. He didn’t seem to belong to anyone – or at least nobody claimed him, perhaps ashamed to admit to being the owner of the beast that was responsible for the occasional midnight caterwauling and any number of little bastard kittens in the area!

Having seen him up close I knew that he was well-equipped for that function, his huge testes sticking out behind him and waggling back and forth proudly as he prowled the neighborhood, tail in the air. For some reamister, that made me think of Matt, and I laughed softly to myself at the comparimister. It actually felt kind of nice to laugh, and it lifted my depression and guilt just a little.

Really though, when I thought about it, the comparimister was not that far off base. Not that Matt prowled the neighborhood with his huge testicles sticking out, because to my knowledge he did not – though he was well equipped to – but because Matt, like the old tom, was a single male, unattached and free; like the cat, he came and went as he pleased, often gone for days at a time; he was by far the biggest and fittest of the males in our neighborhood, physically imposing and, if he wanted to, could probably terrorize most of the other males; he was always open to a free meal - though unlike the cat he would usually reciprocate; and, of course, there was that thing about nailing the willing females in the neighborhood. I knew for a fact of at least one that had willingly succumbed to his charms. Well, at least we had not engaged in any caterwauling to awaken the entire neighborhood!

As I drank the rest of my hot cocoa I watched him, enjoying the distraction he provided from my darker thoughts. A light breeze moved the tree branches in our yard and Matt’s, causing a soothing, near-magictic play of shadows on the ground. The big tom moved stealthily through the shadows, seemingly hyper-alert to his surroundings as he pushed on in his obviously important and vital mission. At the edge of Matt’s front porch he paused, crouching down as he looked around, his tail swishing back and forth, and when he suddenly pounced I actually jumped, startled, and almost spilled the last of my take.

I laughed at myself for letting him lull me into such a stupor that his sudden leap had so startled me. He had captured something below Matt’s porch light, probably a moth, or a large, tasty June bug, and now he crouched over it, demolishing and consuming his unwary victim. I shook my head to dispel my thoughts, hoping that Matt did not see me as that unwary moth drawn to his very bright flame! Shaking my head with amusement, I finished my cocoa and set my mug on the window sill as I shook my hair back.

Thinking about Matt again now that the distraction of the stalking cat had been removed, I wondered if he was relaxing. Did he relax soundly at night, or lightly and restlessly like me? Did he snore, perhaps? Ben rarely did, but sometimes, especially if he went to bed slightly (or more) takes, he could be quite stentorian! Did Matt relax in the nude? What would it feel like to snuggle up against his big, powerful body in relax? Would it be as comforting and soothing as it seemed like it would be, would I feel small and protected, relaxing sheltered against his large body?

Did he get frequent erections during the night, as most men supposedly do? Ben does; many times I have felt his stiff organ touching me, or “accidently” found it, hot and rigid, as I touched him in his relax seeking comfort and warmth. Might Matt be relaxing even now with his large, beautiful penis stiff and straining with the arousal provided by his dreams? Could the dreams be about us, him and me, and how our bodies had felt together?

I shuddered with the sharp memory of the thick, erotic heft of his big cock in my hands, the throbbing heat of it and the way my fingers had not quite encircled it, and the way it had felt when his demanding thickness had insistently opened me, pressing in and filling my cunt with his incredibly powerful manhood, filling my belly with his maleness. I could almost detect the musky, masculine scent of him in my nostrils, and hear the groaning huskiness of his breathing as he strained forward, thrusting into me!

God! Goddamn it! I had just gotten done deciding to quit him both physically and mentally, to put him and any thoughts of him out of my mind, and now my thoughts were immediately and ***ly filled with him, with his sensual masculinity and powerful sexuality, the thoughts unbidden but undeniably hot and vivid! I was aroused again, intensely so, and it was just the thought of him that had done it to me. I slid my hand inside of my robe, and touched my nipples, finding them as hard and erect as I knew they would be, small islands of sensitivity that fired arrows of arousal straight to my groin as I touched them.

As I gently stroked and teased my hard nipples, I realized that I would have to somehow come to grips with the fact that Matt’s subtle sexuality was a habit easy to acquire, but much more difficult to quit! With my other hand I reached down and touched my sex, finding my clitoris as hard and sensitive as my nipples, my cleft slick and wet, feverishly hot. I was standing in front of our big front window in the darkness, looking across at his house, thinking of him, touching myself, enjoying the electric arousal that my thoughts of Matt and my own touch was providing, lost in the moment, lost in a universe of sensuality, dirty pleasures, and guilt – but mostly sensuality.

When a low voice behind me said “Laura?”, I gasped and cried out, badly startled out of my own little world of sex and sensations and back to reality, but also guilty and embarrassed that Ben had walked in and caught me unawares, feverishly masturbating as I fantasized wildly about another man!

Oh wow... thank you!

I have to tell you I now fantasize that my wife has this same thing happen to her, although none of the men in my neighborhood quite fit "Matt's" description.

God, I can't wait to hear how the next conversation goes!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Stormy,
Outstanding!!!! What Guilt!!!! Your description and character development brings the reader emotionally into your stories. What Great Talent! Thank You For Your Writing!
JJ.

Storm

That was excellent. Your ability to describe continues to amaze and impress me.

Thank you

GH

Stormy,

I love your comparimister with the Tom cat it really takes the story to a deeper level. I already thought we were to the sub basement of a icbm missile silo somewhere in Iowa .

Your explanations of laura's thoughts are so spot on that I doubt any permister that has ever cheated on their spouse couldn't help but have bad flashbacks and because they can't relax now need to make a cup of hot coco.

Simply masterful how you now have us on the edge of our holiday seamister and no matter what happens good or bad we have something to look forward to reading about after the holidays are over.

Best wishes to you and your family for the coming new year. Your gift to all of us these many years cannot ever be re-payed except for our encouraging comments . I challenge all of you cucks and wannabes to make a comment to stormy to show your gratitude no matter how short, no matter how long to at least show our appreciation . We love you!
watcherdoit4fun

Whoa be…. The guilt, shame and remorse of our actions!

That little bastard in the back of our head who tells us when we’ve done a bad thing, but still looks forward to, and even encourages us to be naughty again.

So confusing are these feelings of pleasure and lust…….but her stiff little nipples have gave her away, and it’s Matt’s thick hard cock that has made them this way, for Laura’s wet little pussy is still ready to play!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

That would be amazing! I really hope she agrees!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Stormy,

The little woman just told me what she wants for Christmas

........sorry. I told her that you have a life so don't worry about it. Thanks again for the boost to our love life.....lol. I will ask her to send you one of her stories so she will understand how hard it is to write a segment during the holidays. From your friends.
watcherdoit4fun

Cuckaliciousr, thanks for the comments! Maybe you'll luck out and your wife will find a ready and willing neighbor. Here's a hint: If you don't already have one, buy a hot tub and have a few neighbors over from time to time. No guarantees, but it worked for us! As for the other, I need to ask about that. We'll see.

jj thanks. That is a very nice comment, and you know how much I appreciate your support. It's very gratifying to know you are enjoying it! "Laura" did - and still does - struggle with a lot of guilt over her actions, as despite everything, she really does seem to love her husband. I'm not sure if I captured it or over-did it, but I had to include it. Anyone that would not feel guilty in her situation is less than human. Just my opinion.

GH, as always, thanks for your gracious comments, I do appreciate it!

Watcher, thank you. I do have a little fun writing the analogies and metaphors for sexual matters that can be seen in small, everyday things. I've been told that my mind is always in the gutter for my tendency to turn many things into sexual innuendo. I don't mind! I wish you and your family all the best for the holidays as well. The mountains must look so beautiful with their blanket of snow. I do miss that!
I may yet fill your wife's Christmas stocking. We'll see how time works out, as it is running short!

C-4-1, you're a poet! And what a beautiful and evocative little verse it was! Thanks for the comment, and you're right. The guilty feelings are tough to deal with, but our minds seem to find ways around that or everybody would be good all the time. What fun would that be?

Everyone, thanks for the comments and support as I write this story, both are much appreciated. As suggested above, I hope to get one more chapter up - maybe - before I'm out until next year. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and that when Santa shows up he turns out to be horny, well-hung, and interested in your wives. Maybe he'll bring her a pearl necklace. Sorry, it seemed appropriate...

I immediately stopped what I was doing, dropping my hands to my sides as I whirled around. “Ben! You scared me half to death!”

He laughed, but held up his hands, palm out in a placating gesture as he shook his head. “Sorry, sorry, I should know by now that you have an over-developed startle reflex; I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t relax, and I knew that if I kept tossing and turning I’d wake you up – speaking of which, why are you up?” I pointedly did not answer his question about what I’d been doing; if he noticed he gave no sign.

He moved closer to me. “I reached for you and you weren’t there.” I saw his eyes go to my empty mug on the windowsill and then back to me. “I see you hauled out the big guns. Hot chocolate, I assume?”

I nodded. “Mm-hmm. Not sure if it helped or not though.”

“Wow! If that didn’t help it must be bad! That always works – of course usually a little hanky-panky and a couple of nice big orgasms knock you out too. What’s bothering you?”

Obviously this sweet husband of mine knows me far too well! “I don’t know, I just couldn’t get my mind to shut off so I could go to relax. It’s really frustrating, and I’m so damn tired…”

He closed the remaining distance between us and put his hands on my shoulders, turning me so that my back was to him before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. “I’m not surprised you’re tired, it’s after three-thirty! It will be getting light in a couple more hours.”
The warmth of his body was very comforting, and I felt him kiss my hair and then move down to nuzzle my neck before he spoke again. “Why don’t you come back to bed and I’ll help you finish what you started, and then hold you until you fall arelax. Maybe that will help.”

I felt the heat of embarrassment as my face reddened with the knowledge that he was aware I’d been masturbating. “Oh Ben, you knew?”

“Yeah, I watched you for a couple of minutes before I said anything. Don’t be embarrassed, it was very erotic; even Little Benny stood up to get a better view!” He pressed himself to me, and I could feel his hardness. I rubbed myself against him, enjoying the fact that he had an erection, still looking out the window and across at Matt’s house. The cat had disappeared, but the scene was otherwise the same, and I realized that Ben had become aroused watching me masturbate as I gazed across at the home of the man I was fantasizing about to fuel my arousal. It seemed to be a very tangled web I was weaving.

Chagrined both by having been caught and by his tender concern for me, I let him lead me upstairs and back to our room, leaving my cup to sit on the window sill until I could retrieve it in the morning. In bed Ben pulled the sheet and blanket up over us before spooning me from behind. He played with my breasts briefly before dropping his hand to my sex and touching me, finding me hot and wet, and my clitoris hard and ready. His hard, slender penis slipped between my cheeks and nestled into that sensitive spot just behind my vagina and in front of my anus, and the combination of his fingers and the tip of his cock touching me was exquisite, gently working almost all of my most sensitive nerve endings.

I put my hand on top of his, wanting to feel his fingers moving as he touched me, but he soon slid his hand out from under mine and reversed our positions, letting his fingers guide my own as I touched myself. It was intensely erotic for me to masturbate as he touched my slippery fingers, fully aware of everything I was doing to myself, his rigid cock evidence of his enjoyment of my actions. I could feel the wave coming, the narrowing focus of all my energy inwards as the tension built low in my belly, and just as my orgasm began to crest he slid his hand back, just a bit, and with his fingers pushed the tip of his hard penis into me!

Oh boy, that did it! He didn’t go deep – he couldn’t in that position – but the head of his cock touched all of the right spots just inside of my opening that our fingers had not, and it completed the connection so that my orgasm bloomed and swelled to an amazing peak! I cried out and crushed my fingers against myself, as if holding on for dear life with him helping me, all of my muscles tense and pushing. My hips bucked, pushing my sex against my own hand as much as against Ben’s erection, and I came so good!

Through my own sounds and the pounding in my head I heard Ben groaning too, and realized that he was coming. I tried to work my hips to take his penis, but our timing was off and he slipped from me, and I felt the warm spurt of his cum on the back of my fingers! I slid my hand back to his thrusting cock and held it in the wet crevice of my sex as he thrust and squirted, the tip of his organ bumping my hard clit as he coated both of us with his wonderfully warm, wet, sticky semen. I was disappointed that he had not come inside of me, but it was really nice to feel his cock pump and spurt into my waiting fingers and all over my pussy!

As his gusher slowed to a trickle I held him there, still feeling the rhythmic pulsations of his cock as it ran itself dry. I’m sure my own body was contracting just like his was, looking for something to squeeze and milk as my orgasm slowly faded, but this had been so nice, so different and erotic for us that I realized I was perfectly happy with the way things had worked out!

Ben groaned. “Unhh, god! That was great! Sorry I came so fast…”

“Don’t be – your timing was perfect.”

“Well, still…sorry I slipped out at the last second. I guess we zigged when we should have zagged.”

I laughed. “Mmm, actually, that was perfect too! Feeling your hard cock and your nice warm cum squirting into my fingers as I was coming was the perfect ending to a very nice orgasm. Do you realize that you came three times tonight?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, how about that? Of course, the last one was a few hours ago, so this one doesn’t really count.”

“It counts with me stud! And you still came a lot, even this last time; I’m very impressed!”

“Aw shucks, it weren’t nuthin’ ma’am.” He squeezed me. “Watching you play was vey inspirational.”

“You’re too good for me. Hold me?” Even as I told him he was too good for me I felt my eyes fill with tears, knowing it was true.

He snuggled tightly against me and pulled me into his warm embrace. “Are you sure you don’t want to get up and clean up first? I made kind of a mess.”

“No, it’s fine. Just hold me, OK?” I knew that his warm, white, creamy cum would soon start to become more clear and watery, and that it would trickle down my bottom and thighs and soak into the sheets, but I didn’t care. I was afraid to leave his embrace, suddenly seized by an irrational fear of not having him with me, touching me. There would be a few cold wet spots to contend with for awhile, and cum stains on the sheets, but I’d wash them tomorrow. Well, actually, later today, in just a few hours!

The other chore I knew I needed to do later was find time to talk to Matt, to tell him what I had decided and explain to him why it had to be that way, why we could never again enjoy anything like what we’d had yesterday. If I was going to be powerful and make him understand I knew I needed to do it before I could falter, before my resolve could crumble. It wouldn’t be easy, but I knew I had to do it.

That decision made, I began to feel very drowsy, my mind slowing and becoming foggy, and the peacefulness of relax slowly overtook me. The last thing I remember is feeling Ben’s warmth against my back, and realizing again how much I loved him.

When I woke up he was gone and I was alone, and it was full daylight outside! I looked at my clock on the nightstand, shocked to discover that it was almost nine-fifteen, and also surprised at how rested I felt; I had been fully prepared for this to be a very bad day that I would have to stumble through utterly exhausted. I swung my feet out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, starting the shower to warm up while I used the toilet, and then taking a nice, hot shower.

I was pretty crusty with the various fluids that had dried on different parts of my body, and even I could smell the scent of stale sex on me. Nothing a little soap and water wouldn’t cure – and it had all certainly been worth it! I couldn’t remember having so much wonderful sex in a twenty four hour period since… well, since ever, really! I realized that I had never in my life had a day like the last one, with so many incredible orgasms and so much good dirty fun! Not that I didn’t still feel very guilty about the whole business with Matt, because I did, but in the light of day it was easier to deal with. And despite everything, it had been good. Wrong, but good!

And to the extent that it had served to grease the wheels for the amazing evening I had spent with Ben, well, I couldn’t make myself believe that was wrong. Benny and I had connected last night and this morning in a way we had not in a very long time, and as a result I felt very happy, very much appreciative of what we had regained.

As I was turning off the water I heard Ben enter the bathroom, tapping on the door as he opened it. “Knock-knock, anybody in here need a hot cup of coffee?”

I took it from him. “Oh thank you! You’re a lifesaver. Why did you let me relax so long?” I sipped the coffee, which he had prepared exactly as I liked it, then set it on the sink and grabbed my towel.

He shrugged as he watched me towel myself dry. “You needed it, you didn’t get much last night. Besides, I figured you were tired from all of your extracurricular activities. Speaking of which, you were one hot horny lady! Whatever you had for dinner, you’re having it again, and soon!”

I laughed. “Think you can handle it tiger? You outdid yourself last night; a girl could get spoiled!”

He smiled. “I don’t know, but I’ll do my best.” He paused to rub at his groin. “I am a little bit achy in the testicular region this morning.”

“Oh Benny! Are you OK?”

“Oh yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine! It’s a good kind of ache, like when you overuse a muscle you haven’t used for awhile. I just need to use them more, work ‘em into shape.”

I laughed. “Is that a come-on to get more sex?”

“If it was would it work?”

“Probably.”

He grinned. “OK, then it is. Should we start now? I think a nice blow-job would loosen them right up.”

I laughed. “I’m sure you do! I was thinking maybe I would have some breakfast first.”

“Darn. Oh well. How about a nice sausage with a warm syrup chaser?”

It took me a second. “Oh Ben, that’s pretty gross!”

He laughed. “It was worth a shot. What would you like? Toast, eggs, whatever, I’ll go get it started while you finish up, and then we can get on with our day. Speaking of which, what’s on the agenda?”

We settled into the comforting minutiae of our lives, planning and talking about the remainder of our weekend, and before too long he left to fix breakfast for me. I realized that I had been totally at ease with him in the room while I was stark naked, comfortable in a way I had not been with Matt, and had enjoyed the way his eyes roamed hungrily over my body even though he knew every centimeter of it intimately. It was nice to have that level of comfort, that type of familiarity, and to know I was loved unconditionally, whether my body was perfect or not.

He had seemed warmer and more friendly this morning than he had been in a while too, and both of us seemed to be craving closeness, and feeling a need to be together. It was nice, as was his solicitous treatment of me. I couldn’t remember the last time Ben had offered to fix me breakfast, but I liked it. As a matter of fact, I liked it a lot, and made a mental note to tell him how much I appreciated it. Anything I could do to keep this warm, close, caring feeling going, I fully intended to try to do!

Perfect! Thanks for this next chapter - a good wrap up before your break. I'm glad it wasn't a huge cliffhanger... I'm not sure I could wait that long until the next one!

Have a wonderful holiday stormy! I'll be thinking about getting that hot tub now! Would LOVE to hear THAT story of how the hot tub got you and the wife started.
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Stormy:

As always, you're story telling is on par with some of the other great writers from this site.


Thanks again for sharing this with us.


Have a great holiday!!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Well Stormy, or should I call you Santa? Thanks for making my holiday wish come true. LOL Hubby told me he mentioned that is one thing I would like for Christmas and you made it happen. I love waking up in the morning and reading another chapter. Sets the perfect mood for the day
Thanks again from the female half of Watcher
watcherdoit4fun

Stormy,
The love comes through loud and clear. Just Right!
JJ.

Storm

You know how much I like romantic cuckold stories and right now this is a classic.

Thanks

GH

I got caught up just in time. Great story Storm, I look forward to reading more after the break. Your sex scenes are masterful and as you might already suspect, I too prefer a romantic adventure into cuckolding.

Z