Everyone has Fantasies - Page 6

Rover68uk

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#152

SUPERB I along with so many others will wait with baited breath for the next instalment. Thank you Zinc

Zinc03

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#154 · Edited by: Zinc03

Let me thank you all for you comments as you followed this tale, without them it wouldn't have happened.

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The next day was surreally normal. We slept in, showered and had a very relaxing brunch. We spent some time by the pool that afternoon and other than Jen’s single jest that my cage made me look as if I really had something worth fucking down there, neither of us made any references to what had happened the night before. As we caught a few rays one pair of men and one single guy did stop by Jen’s chair to chat her up. Their conversations weren’t lengthy and quickly covered the points of them asserting that she looked even hotter in her bikini than she did in her sexy dress the night before and inquiring if she was going to be in the club later. Though none of them got too far out of line, but it was obvious when they’d talked to Jen in the club she had made it common knowledge that I was fully aware and supportive of her having her fun. Jen did clarify for me that none of the three vying to be her next was the man who had fucked her the previous night. We never saw Kristy or Thomas again. We both assumed they would be there for the whole weekend, but we were both so caught up in our own adventures that neither thought to ask. We concluded they must have checked out, but we’ll never know if Kristy confessed that our secrets were the reamister for her need of a second pounding or if that admission shortened their trip.

Before the weekend began I had assumed Jen would be on the prowl both nights we were in Reno, but our interaction throughout the day had me second guessing what I’d previously considered a certainty. Even as we dressed for dinner neither of us made any comment about our plans for later that evening. Dinner was amazing, CHI served a delicious array of Asian cuisine and we enjoyed it immensely. Following dinner we stopped by the Terrace Lounge and enjoy several Mojitos. It was only then we entered a very juvenile discussion of a very adult topic. It began with “Do you want me to?” and several rounds of “I want you to if you want to” and “I want to if you want me to” followed. I’m sure we would have sounded like youngish fools if any else was listening. Jen pointed out a tall rugged looking guy at the bar and suggested he might be what she was looking for. Jen indecisiveness had past and she told me simply to take off. I mentioned I’d get my cell from the room. I think she heard me even though she already seemed distracted. I knew it wouldn’t take long if things worked out with her new macho man, so I spent only long enough in the room to grab my phone and relieve myself while sitting on the toilet, the unpleasantness of doing so in male public restrooms with urine covered seats was a lesmister I’d quickly learned.

I was much more at ease initially with my wife being plunder the second time around. The fact that I could more clearly visualize the exact man who was fucking my wife did unsettle me once I started welling on it. I played some cards and had more than a few free takes to ease what I accepted as necessary discomfort. I was quite toasted when I got Jen’s text. “I’m waiting.”

Out time together following her second tryst wasn’t significantly different than the first. Jen was lying on her stomach rather than her back as she had the evening earlier. I stripped as I rejoined my wife, we both felt much more comfortable and had developed some sense of how to proceed from the previous evening. I laid beside her and kissed her softly.

“Was it better the second time around Jen?”

“He was different, not necessarily better or worse. Do you want me to answer all the same questions I did last night?”

“I not even sure how much I need to know. Hearing about what you did is really hot for me and I always thought I’d want to know ever detail, but now that we’re doing it the details aren’t quite as important as the big picture.”

“By the big picture you mean that my husband likes letting me be a slut for other men?”

“Yeah I guess that kind of sums it up. I do think I’ll always be interested in knowing if they were bigger and better then me and how they were different from each other.”

“It’s always about the size of his cock for cuckolds like you isn’t it? He was both Jamie, bigger and better. He wasn‘t as much of a talker, but he was assertive about what he wanted, in his case he wanted to fuck my ass.”

“You didn’t let him, did you? I know you don’t like that.”

“I never said I didn’t like it Jamie. I just had a bad experience with the wrong guy and I’ve associated anal sex with being a whore ever since. Tonight I felt like being a whore, I gave him what he wanted and I liked it.”

“Damn Jen, I’ve always wanted to do you that way, if I’d have known you’d be up for it I would have asked for your ass a long time ago.”

“I don’t think that is something I could ever do with you Jamie. It does make me feel like a whore and I with you that just feels wrong. I’m your wife, not your whore.”

“So your ass is off limits to me, but fair game for other guys?”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way, but I think its best it we keep it that way. Although your tongue would feel really good down there right now.”

I suppose the cuckold side of me almost liked the idea of my wife having a hole that was off limits. I kissed my way down Jen’s back and tongued her tender dilated rosebud. Jen slid her own hand to her clit a few minutes and for the first time had an orgasm as I ate her ass. She rolled over and I treated her puffy lips to the same treatment. I neglected her sensitive clit until I sensed she was ready for another peak. The hours of time I’d spent between Jen’s legs provide me with the ability to play her sex like a violin. I knew she’d had enough seconds before I felt her hand tug me upward by my hair. There was no reamister to anticipate I would enjoy the release her other lovers had, perhaps that knowledge prevented me from getting myself into a state where the ice was again necessary. Jen did a quick check with her hand before she rolled over. It was the first and only time she touched my penis. I spooned behind her and snuggled my metal case to her warm backside fully aware I’d never be allowed to enter it. We slept.

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The drive home was short, we chatted comfortably. Pulling up into our driveway and entering our house felt like we were doing something for the first time. Maybe in some ways there is some truth to the stereotypical statement that things will never be the same. As most would assume, we did make love that night. The ritual of my release at her hands more than made the wait worth it.

The greatest irony for me about becoming Jen’s cuckold was that the name calling and flirtatious teasing we, or at least I, had enjoyed so much when all of this was just a fantasy came to almost a complete halt. My oral attention to Jen was still the primary way we enjoyed our sex life, but discussion of my new position as Jen’s submissive cuckold didn’t seem to something she gained anything from by talking about it.
Jen did continue to see other men. Sometimes I new beforehand, but she was equally comfortable doing as she pleased and telling me about it afterwards. She always kept her promise of attempting to be discreet. Despite her best efforts over the next year we both were question by friends about being swingers on several occasions. We each denied what must have increasingly been more common knowledge than we intended. Our contact with couples we had previously had relationships with diminished. The wives seemed increasingly jealous and suspicious and some of their husbands gave them good reamister to be concerned as they increasing sensed Jen could be had. Rob, her trainer was Jen’s only frequent sex partner. The trust grew between them and after mutual testing Jen got on the pill and they stopped using condoms. The stereotypical pleasure a wife attains from ‘making’ her cuckold lick her clean after being with a man proved to be as arousing for Jen as was to women in what at the time seemed like absurd tales which we’d read together previous to our departure from fantasy and our entrance into reality.

Rob eventually wanted Jen to be more than his sex toy. She reluctantly chose to end their relationship. It did not go well and he made sure the nature of our marriage spread like wildfire. The stress of pointless denial weighed on us both and the only solution for us became apparent. The transition to what most consider a normal marriage, was easier for us than it is usually depicted, perhaps that was we both felt it was our only choice. My chastity remained a part of our sex life, although it was far different from the tales of domination and punishment frequently described. I was kept for Jen, by Jen, for when and how she wanted me and we both found the experience of me living under her control fulfilling.

We met new friends who new nothing of our previous deviant ways over the next couple years and normalcy returned. Our flower Kristy was born last month shortly before I received my long awaited promotion. I was transferred to Spring Valley just outside of Las Vegas. We both laughed regularly at the irony of us being transferred just outside the limits of Sin City. Jen is anxious to find a new gym and get back into shape, in my opinion that won‘t take long. The path for our future is as uncertain as it is for those that have chosen to read our story. I know only this for sure, Jen remains today and forever will be my princess.

THE END

tef fulton

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#156

Thanks....great story. Hope you decide to write others.

davesGFdates

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#158

Wonderful story Zinc, nice you have left it like that, time for a well earned rest, well done

arkansan

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#160

Great story. Thanks for entartaining us. I loved the natural twists in direction. I love it when the woman opens up and takes over leadership. I love it when wifey wants to fuck other men rather being driven to it by the badgering wanna-be cuckold. I loved it that she'd do other men and tell hubby later sometimes and that their friends came to know.

I liked it that you ended with a shadow of doubt, a mini-cliffhanger. Will Jen get in shape so she can play again? Is she thinking of a new "Rob" and so is shopping for a new trainer as a sex toy?

Do you have any other stories you've previously written? Any literotica stories you particularly like?

Will you resume posting on the "Final Step" thread? I hope so.

Again, thanks.

Rub

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#162

I think this is one of the best stories I have read on this site, or any other. I enjoyed the pace and emphasis on the relationship, as opposed to non stop graphic, unbelievable sex scenes. The emotional and mental state of your characters was well and realistically presented, and kept me aroused the whole way through. I hope I see more of your writing in the future.

Zinc03

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#164

Thank you all for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. I've got an idea for another when time allows and for those interested I may do a few more caps in the mean time.

Zinc03

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#166

Feel free arkansan. I'm working on some new ones for the final step thread. I'll work up something of an introduction of the story soon.

Jodies_cuck

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#168

love this story,
reminds me of me and my wife