Dinner out with YOU. (A cuckold story)
This story has been in my mind a long time. I finally wrote it down a while ago.
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I envision, a woman and I, out, somewhere. I am monogamous to her, but we're not necessarily living together yet? I always enjoy being with her. We are out dining, nothing too fancy, but nice enough. As much attention as I want from her (who shall hereafter be referred to as YOU), you are seeking something else tonight. I am still unaware... Doting on you. Not ridiculously, in an overtly subby whiny way, but dutifully and with reverence.
You gently search around the other tables, looking deeply for what you are needing; and find no one. Our waiter arrives... Sure enough, Italian. Devilishly smouldering. Ooozing polite sexuality (How do they do that???) He and you have a brilliant connection. You order a nice wine, just one glass for each of us though.
Then, in response to his query for food, you pick a perfect something for yourself, and with nary a glance in my direction, and while staring at our waiter, you order me a Cesar salad. Maybe with chicken or something, you don't even concern yourself with making sure he heard you.
My cock does begin to slightly twitch. I have a feeling where this might be going. Your shirt is already swooping open and has no further buttons to undo in order to make clear your intentions to the waiter. It is a moot point I fully realize as he returns to our table with a strong but restrained look of desire in his own eyes. I now know how this evening will end. I and I am suddenly becoming erect! Oh! delicious pain...
The meal is pleasant. He dotes on us. You are kind to me and turn your face to mine in conversation. I know that you are building me up... for torturous disappointment. Yet, I am intoxicated. I usually LOVE ordering from the cart of sweets, but you request the bill before I have an opportunity.
The waiter does not come out from the kitchen with our bill. You are concerned... The hostess comes to our table with our bill to be signed, along with her deepest apologies for Anthony not being able to finish serving us. He was not feeling well and had to leave suddenly. So we depart, return to the car. No sign of him. You are... deflated. You thought for sure!
Naturally, I open your door for you before planning to go to the passenger side. As the door is opened, Anthony's smiling yet serious face is partly lit up, and he politely request that you get in the back seat with him. Naturally you are instantly over the moon with excitement, and practically bowl me over trying to get to the back seat. This won't do in my mind, and I somehow, open the door for you and close it discretely behind you as I then slide into the driver's seat.
You can't even speak before his young lips crush yours in a needy embrace. My head is pounding with the heady rush of blood to my own cock. The build-up of the two of you verbally dancing throughout the evening has tortured me, and I am thrilled to finally be heading home for the culmination of your two desires.
Instead, you ask that I take an ocean view route. You had defined this to me before. It is long, through painfully slow roads, yet stunning in scenery and lights. Head down in disappointment, I comply. I certainly don't notice your secret smile as you watch my expression in your peripheral vision.
You slow this Italian tiger down a bit to talk. He is young; soooo young. Barely thirty I suspect. You playfully demand to know how he got in your car? "Simple", he replies... "I haven't always worked in food service". You then more sternly (but with an even broader smile), demand to know of his intentions for you. He laughs at this. Not only had he seen the look on your face when you originally connected, but shortly thereafter he saw the yearning look on my face he says. Then he knew we both needed him to have you.
Enough driving around you tell me, and so we return to your home. Exiting the car you naturally have no shirt from his arrogant fumbling, but you cherish the look on my face as I see your beautiful breasts freely caressed by the slight breeze. Right before Anthony reaches from behind and grabs one! How uncouth I observe quietly to myself. I would NEVER do that to you, or any woman. I COULD never do that... so openly, wantonly, disrespectfully (in my mind).
We enter; you request I pour some wine. You head to the living room where the two of you will presumably return to making out. I am rushing... I want so badly to see this. I NEED to watch you two.
A glass drops. "How did I knock that over?!!?" I wonder to myself in frustration. You remind me from the other room not to return until all shards of your favourite goblet (punishment to follow, Yikes!) are cleaned. I hate being in a rush when driving and getting a speeding ticket. There is no greater feeling of helplessness coupled with such deep remorse. This is similarly that feeling.
You are stringing him along, actually thwarting some of his advances, waiting for me. Little do I know this of course. Mess cleaned and with two wine glasses in hand I finally get to enter the living room.
You are naked. Completely. You are stunning. I am in awe, as always for my goddess. He, is fully clothed. What a spectacular bulge in those slacks though. You gently wake me from staring with a sweet command to set the wine down at a far table, (only to be ignored for the rest of the evening of course, since it was merely a ruse to play with my mind).
Next I am told to come over, and kneel. Anthony grows impatient, and is grabbing for you again. Always that arrogant grabby grabbing! "Kids have no respect" runs through my mind. Your voice, soft, gentle caresses my ears. "Help me" you say. I know what to do. I am still slow. Your hands carry through the motions, but let mine do all the actual work.
His pants undone, and slid down his lean body. You groan in deep appreciation; as you watch my face unveil his underwear clad cock. It is not obscene, from some Japanese horror film of a hulking penis gone wrong. It is certainly larger than mine. Sooo much thicker. Slightly longer. But where will it go? How could it ever fit?
You comment on how hard you like your cocks, whereupon he demands you notice that his is as STEEL. You say it is nice, but not quite hard enough. You nod to me... our signal. I must harden it for you with my mouth. Must pull down his manly thick underwear and pull out his cock to my lips... Before engulfing it inside my warm mouth.
In the ways of women, Anthony is slightly experienced, but learns today that you were right; his cock could indeed get just a tiny bit more full of blood, thus a little harder after all. Watching this beautiful domineering woman make her seemingly 100% heterosexual partner suck his cock with only a few words and an earnest glance, did indeed make him harder.
Anthony would never suck a cock. This mans penis must be tiny, and his wallet very fat Anthony decided. (Neither being very true of course.) Anthony takes control again. He needs you. Needs in the most primal sense. You comply, even though you are still in complete control.
You allow him to thrust into you doggy style over the couch for a few minutes. He is already speeding up. So young... You allow him. He thrusts with abandon. He grunts and groans. As do I. Finally! My desert...
He clambers off, to rest a moment. You sit back into the couch. you look at me, and nod at his cock. "Please!" my eyes beg you. He is half my age ... Send him away; his duty done. Your eyebrow cocks, ever so slightly. Being a little resentful I turn my head, aim down to his cock and envelop him in one fell swoop. He is shocked, but doesn't object.
Your lower lips are making the squishing sound that only a finger can bring. I want your finger. You slightly gasp my name, but softly, barely audible. Then you look to your stud and tell him, "watch this!" in a voice of a high school jock. Suddenly you are showing off for your locker room buddy. It's as though you are saying "look what I can get him to do... and LOVE!
And I do I love it. Every drip, every stray pubic hair of his. I know how you want me to perform. Avoid the clit. Avoid the lips even... Head straight down, to the bottom. That's where it oozes to, and I know to start licking you from the sweetest little rosebud up. There shall be no stains on YOUR couch tonight!
I work my way up your inner thoughts, slowly, as is customary. As I have been trained. Suddenly your hands grab my head, thrust my entire face into you. First lower, so I can taste the next glob of his cum mixed with your sweet essence. Then, after gulping a few of those down (and the clean state of the couch being assured for the short term) my face is pulled up to your clit.
I don't even get to suck it in before you are violently riding my nose and lips, bucking on me while your rigid hand placement ensures no loss of contact. Of course Anthony is hard again. (Bastard!) You direct me to head upstairs to your bedroom, lie on my back and await you two. I eagerly comply. I need so badly to please you now, we are getting so close!
The most outrageous slurping sounds emanate from the living room. I have tasted your stunning mouth many times, but it has been a long, long time since my cock has. Yet you carelessly offer this pleasure to Anthony now. He has no idea how thankful he should be! I hear a gentle slap and become slightly worried. It is all good. You had given him a quick little shot of enticement to chase you up the stairs, feet pounding, into your room where I await.
You almost take a running, flying leap to land in a 69 position over my face. I want to flinch in fear, but avoid doing so, and thus avert extra punishment later. There can be no dismayed lady tonight! You don't touch my cage but your labia settle over my lips perfectly. My favourite position in the world is coming! I am suddenly breathing heavy in heady anticipation. It is finally going to happen! Without realizing what is actually about to happen, my head is suddenly grabbed by smooth but manly hands. You had instructed him to manhandle me to stuff a pillow under my head.
He lines up behind you, whilst your sweetness slowly drains his cum from his last orgasm still. Bliss. He enters you. Deeper now than before . So nice like this. He slightly increases his pace every few minutes.
This is taking forever! "I am thinking to myself. His pace increases, his strokes become a little overzealous. Finally he slips out, and smooshes my nostrils. You grab my balls at the other end, and my mouth opens to accept his wonderful cock. You are giddy now, loving the sounds; your control...
He tries to pull out of my mouth, but I know better! I must hold his attention as long as I can! Otherwise I will get more punishment, and not the good kind. I grab his scrotum and without objection he slides back into my mouth, no matter what he may feel inside.
Until, he finally slides out... You arch your back down once more as a sign to help his amazing thick cock into you again. I grab his thick penis, and guide it in between your engorged labia. They look so succulent! His pace quickens, I feel your stomach muscles contract; for the third time now! His climax moves the bed with all three of us back and forth at a dizzying pace. When will he stop I wonder?
My tongue is a little tired from dancing on your clit. But I know you want nothing on the sheets. He slowly pulls out. My head strains to follow your commands and I reach to close the gap. I must encircle your entire pussy and accept all you have to offer me. The greatest treasure of the night, for a second time, is his semen swirled with your sweet juices. Streaming forth from you as a fountain of delight. I lick, suck, drink. I am captured and can't get enough.
Anthony is spent; already half dressed. He now knows he was used. He doesn't feel badly about it. Enjoyed himself quite thoroughly of course. And most importantly knows... there will be followup events. And he will need his rest. Because the hunger in your eyes, is even greater than the hunger in mine.
Anthony does not know what I desire... I simply yearn for the key resting deliciously on your skin, from a chain around your neck. The front door closes, and my words, soft, genuine, earnest. "Please mistress? Did I please you enough?
