While our first encounter was organized after much thought and discussion
the second just happened and it had an unexpected element that a had never
imagined would turn out to be such a powerful turn on. We had been invited to a
reception. Neither of us was particularly keen to go, it was going to be a large
gathering and we weren't crowd people. After the official speeches and toasts
most people left and those that stayed turned the reception into a friendly
party, taking advantage of the band and the dance floor. Soon the mood changed
to one of fun and exuberance. Nora danced with me several times and as I was
about to go to the bar for a drink a man came to ask her for a dance. Very
formally he asked if it was alright with me. I did not pay much attention,
looked at Nora who signaled OK and smiled my OK. They left towards the floor
while I headed for the bar which was set into a side alcove. As I sat sipping my
drink I caught glimpses of Nora in her dark form fitting dress dancing. I
noticed her escort was a slim grey haired man, the hostess' cousin as I
recalled. I remember now seeing him before. He did not live in our town but
visited his relatives. He was an interior designer and local gossip said he
might not be entirely straight. As I watched him dance I noticed that he was in
very good shape for a man in his late thirties, trim and agile. The music
changed to slow, the lights turned low and the dancers became shadows on a
darkened floor. Now and again I caught glimpses of Nora and the designer. They
were dancing much closer, their bodies touching as they swayed with the music. I
noticed that his hands were wandering up and down her back. I momentarily lost
them in the darkness. I turned to my drink but I could not help casting nervous
glances at the floor. I thought I could make out their heads at the far side of
the floor but I could not be sure. A few minutes passed and then through a gap
in the dancers I saw them in the middle of the floor. My heart skipped a beat,
he was clearly rubbing her buttocks and from Nora's pose I could see that she
welcomed the attention. She was glued to him, almost thrusting her pelvis at
him. My erection uncoiled in my pants, I strained to see more, but the sea of
bodies closed and I lost them again. My agitation heightened as I thought of
what I had seen and my mind flashed back to our night with Frank. I wondered
what Nora was thinking at that moment. I had finished my drink I tried to order
another. "Order me one too please". I was startled to see Nora next to me. I
could not help glancing around for the designer. She caught my action and her
eyes shone with a cryptic smile. She seemed like she wanted something to say,
there were too many people at the bar so when the drinks came I took them and
led the way to a corner table. I waited while she took a sip. "I think I have an
admirer" she said and leaned to rub my thigh. I felt an electric current running
through my balls. I told her I had seen her with him on the dance floor. "I was
hoping you would, things began to get hot and I wanted you to see" . She said
and continued to tease me with her hand under the table. Her eyes suddenly went
dark and serious. "Fred said he would be upstairs, waiting for me" she said
looking directly at me. The reception was held in the ground floor of a pub. The
first floor had several small rooms used for small gatherings. She was telling
me that Fred was waiting to fuck her in one of those rooms. My pulse raced, my
cock stiffened like iron. I leaned closer to her. Our faces were almost
touching. "Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked her and let my tongue flick at
her ear lobe. She shuddered and tightened her grip on my knee. "I think I do"
she whispered back and leaned back in her chair. She looked around, as if
looking for someone. I followed her gaze but failed to notice the designer,
Fred. "He is already up there waiting for me, I told him I would have to make
excuses" she smiled faintly. She was teasing me now, part of the conspiracy
between us . Fred did not know that she had come to tell me she wanted to fuck
him. Seeing that she a roused me she proceeded to tell me about the dancing. How
he had started to get sexual when the lights dimmed and the music slowed. She
was about to stop him when she felt his erection press against her. "He has an
enormous prick, I felt it with my hand, it's even bigger than our dark friend's"
she said matter of factly and added details of his rubbing it against her, his
lithe dancing, how she was already wet thinking about it. She leaned closer and
handed me a balled up little package. I did not get its message right away, when
I did she was already standing up, it was her panties. "I'll see you in a while"
she said and left towards the stairs. I ordered another drink. Sitting at my
corner table I waited out the interval wondering and visualizing the goings on
upstairs. Not being able to watch was maddeningly frustrating and excruciatingly
erotic at the same time. My mind furnished details o f Fred fucking Nora. His
enormous prick sliding in and out of her. Her sitting on his erection, her
sucking on it, them rolling on the floor, writhing in their passion. Images
raced through my head, images and questions. At one point I felt tempted to go
upstairs to try an sneak a look but I thought of the consequences if someone saw
me, the the town gossip would be riotous. So I sat and waited on a bed nails. It
seemed like hours but the clock on the wall above the bar indicated more like
thirty five minutes. Nora walked down the last few steps that were visible from
my seat and she approached me. Her dress seemed slightly out of shape and a few
strands of her hair hang loose, may be I noticed because I had been looking for
signs. She sat down and drank thirstily from my drink. She leaned close and
whispered into my ear "He is big, like a horse, and a strong fuck too" She
leaned back again and looked at me. From her gaze I could tell that she was
looking towards the stairs watching Fred leave. I stood still until she looked
back to me. "He is gone, has to drive some people back" She then leaned closer
so that we would not be overheard. I thought we would be going home but she had
other plans. She let her thighs drift apart slightly, and at the depths of her
skirt I caught sight of her cunt. "Want to dance" she asked? We hugged close as
she began to recount the details of her encounter with Fred. "We went to the
small room in the back, there is no bed in there, just a couple of chairs. He
took his jacket and pants off, I took off my dress. Then I kneeled in front of
him and took him in my mouth. He really does have a huge prick. I was holding it
with both hands and sucked it ." At this point she drew back and looked into my
eyes. She ground her pelvis against me imperceptibly. My erection told her that
I liked the story and that I wanted to hear more. Before she continued she
kissed me, our tongues dancing wildly against one another. "I liked his hands
too, while I was sucking him he was touching my face and my neck and my breasts,
he has such long sexy fingers. Then he stood me up and started to lick my neck
and my breasts, he got really hard and horny and he really wanted to fuck me. I
leaned over the chair and he put it in me from behind. He slid it slowly all the
way in, it took so long to go in , it was marvelous. He fucks with long slow
strokes . Then we changed position , he sat on the chair and I sat on it facing
him . He is such a kisser, he never stopped kissing my breasts and neck, and he
squeezed my backside so hard. I came when we were fucking this way." Nora ground
her cunt against my erection. I squeezed her buttocks From the trembling that I
felt in her body I knew she was coming. Images of the scene she was describing
flashed in my imagination and I held her tightly against me. The dominant image
was of his huge prick sliding in and out of her moistness. "This is making me
feel very horny" she said, "I really like it" "So do I " I responded and we
kissed again. "When I was sitting on him he almost came, so I stopped to let him
recover. Then I sat down and jutted my cunt out and he gave it to me kneeling in
between my legs. It took just a few strokes, really hard ones this time and he
came. He came a lot, m y cunt is full of sperm" She licked my ear and hissed "
it's dripping for you bastard, I want you to lick it with that tongue of yours,
I need it right now, after that big dick I've just had inside me." We were both
on the verge, we had to get out of there. As soon as we drove away from the
center of the town Nora moved closer and took my prick from my pants. She pumped
me slowly. "Two cocks in one night, that is a treat I could easily get used to."
she murmured. "Did you dig being made to wait there while your dear little wife
was getting fucked by a horse cock?" she asked me . "Yes, it is almost better
than watching you get fucked, the waiting and imagining what you might have been
getting up to" I replied. I started to look for a deserted spot, I eventually
found it. l I parked the car and dowsed the lights. I turned to my wife and
grabbed her. I kissed her ravenously. her mouth, her neck, her breasts. I
grabbed her face and kept her against mine. When we broke away she was breathing
hard, almost raspily. "I like you when get like this, all the time I was getting
fucked in that room I was thinking of this" she said and melted against me
again. Even though our excitement was unbearable we wanted to make it last, this
fever pitch was like a delectable delicacy that we wanted to enjoy as long as
possible. So we extended it by prolonging our foreplay and our verbal intimacy.
I was curious about her encounter. "Did you talk while he fucked you" I asked
her while I kissed her neck. "Oh yeah, she moaned, I think I shocked him in the
beginning while we were dancing and I told him I could feel his cock, but it
turned him on. from then on I kept whispering to him how I wanted to suck his
cock, take it in my mouth . Take it in my cunt" She threw her head back to give
me room to her neck and breasts..I obliged by kissing and biting her exposed
flesh. I knew she particularly liked being gently bitten, the more I bit her the
more excited she became and the more intense her desire to fire me up with her
description. "His prick is circumcised, and thick. When I saw it I got this
great urge to suck it, I couldn't wait to get my lips and tongue on it. I think
I caught him by surprise when I got down on my knees and too hold of it. It felt
so good, his thickness in my hands, that huge taut cock, I slid my tongue all
over it, then I took the head in my mouth, I had to stretch my lips over the
enormous head. Then he began to fuck my mouth very slowly." I kissed her on the
mouth and she slipped her tongue over mine, imitating the action she had used on
his prick. "You showing me how you licked him?" "Yeah, like your tongue was the
tip of his prick, except the size is much different " she laughed a little. "You
bitch" I said playfully. "You love it though, your sweet little bitch soaking up
a huge cock, making you wait like an obedient cuckold downstairs. This is your
second cuckolding, I think there will be more. " she teased me again smiling
wickedly at me, her eyes full of mystery and intrigue. "That is a fact, I like
you to get fucked, ." I admitted She leaned back and pulled up her skirt
exposing her legs sheathed in stockings.. She turned slightly towards me and
pulled her left leg up to expose her cunt to me. It was too dark to see it in
detail but the full moon cast enough light to see the full dark lips and her
thatch of dark hair. Her lips were agape and the light shone of the wetness in
between. I stayed transfixed looking at her, I loved her cunt, never more than
now. " So see how well I've been fucked. He pumped me so full, I feel it
dripping, can you see?" she asked me looking for my expression. I extended my
hand nervously at her cunt. She was so hot when I made contact I could not
believe my sense of touch. Lightly, with just the tips of my fingers I traced up
and down her crack. She was incredibly wet, and sticky. She was also very open,
the lips of her cunt were drawn back, pushed back by him. The wetness had spread
to the insides of her thighs. She put her hand on top of mine and pressed
masturbating herself through me." "I love to see you so fascinated by my cunt. I
get a big kick out of this......, she murmured dreamily, it is weird but so
damned exciting to have you like this, I just had great sex with him but the
biggest thrill is now......I am into this power thing.........are you too?" she
asked almost whispering. "Yes, I am, the whole idea that you just fucked the guy
and we are now sitting here talking about it, enjoying it with you is a hell of
an exciting, daring thing to do." I said, we were both whispering. "Do you feel
playing along this power trip direction....." She whispered and kissed me before
I could reply. I nodded yes as we were kissing. She pushed me back and then she
moved back in her seat. She hiked up her skirt even more, spread her legs an +
looked at me. In the moonlight her expression darkened and hardness glinted in
her eyes, she had a faint smile. She suddenly went serious and spoke "Lick it,
taste it." she ordered and offered me her hand from her cunt. I did and she
moved her hands spreading her juice mingled with his sperm on my tongue and
along my lips. She did it deliberately and slowly and when the juice thinned she
brought her other hand from her cunt and offered me some more, I continued to
lick We did not speak. It was a ritual of dominance. She was asserting her
dominance by feeding me the essence of her fucking with the virile stranger. The
bitter salty taste of their mingled juices was proof of what had happened in the
small room while I waited nervously downstairs. Now I knew beyond doubt that he
had in fact fucked her, she was proving it. It was an act of communication too.
In tasting it I was letting her know that I knew, and that I liked it, I was
stating my subservience to her femaleness, her cunt. A femaleness she had proved
by attracting a stranger whom she had seduced to the point he felt compelled to
ask her to sneak into a strange room with him. It was an exciting game or role
playing. In playing these new roles were also enjoying the thrill of doing
something wild. For there in the car we were overturning an age old taboo, the
dominance of the male over the female. She had been the bitch an d I had been
the cuckold, willingly I had let my wife get fucked by another man and there we
sat savoring our separate and individual experiences of the event. And that was
also thrilling because it required a conspiracy, and conspiracies force the
conspirators to be open about themselves to one another, to sweep aside
conventional barriers to direct communication. We had been open verbally about
it, now we were being real, communicating at a non verbal and immediate way. So
I licked his sperm and her juice from her fingers. "Now lick my cunt" she said.
The tone of her voice sent shivers along my spine. I moved to the foot well in
front of her, she moved her leg over to the dash. I pushed my face against her
cunt, her warmth. I opened my mouth and voraciously licked at her cunt, seeking
every fold and licking it. I felt her wetness and his sperm on my tongue, the
sperm had a different consistency and taste from her familiar juice, thicker and
bitter. She moved slightly around and I caught her message, I slipped my tongue
down over her anus. Another way to state dominance now making me lick her ass,
and I was glad to do it. She was moaning now and her moans fired my excitement,
making me lick more insistently . I wanted her to come. She did, with loud moans
an d urgings "lick me you bastard, lick me, lick my ass, suck my cunt". I then
moved on her. I almost tore off my pants and she moved down on the seat to give
me access. I buried my prick into her. I was beside myself with passion yet I
managed to control my thrusting, making it slow and languid, wanting one last
chance to prolong it, to prolong the feel of her heat and wetness sliding over
my prick,. to make it last. Nora came again, moaning and sobbing, shaking in the
seat. I could not hold out any more. My hips took over of their own volition and
jerked rapidly into her. My orgasm rose from somewhere deep inside and poured
into her. Dominance and subservience equalized. Passions spent we looked at each
other in the darkness. "I love you " we said in one voice. More than after our
first encounter, this escapade with the designer had brought a deep sensuality
into our relationship. It wasn't just the sex itself, but the many little things
that surfaced. A new pleasure was evident in everything we did with an d for one
another, the little touches when we met on the stairs, or even in the street in
the presence of friends. Nothing that would seem special to an outsider, but we
both knew that they meant a lot more than before, we also both knew that the
meaning was for us two and no one else, no one else could have imagined the
source of it . We knew the source though. And it wasn't because Nora had a
couple of adventures on the side. It was more, it was the conspiratorial nature
of those encounters and our shared secret knowledge of their meaning, the new us
we had allowed ourselves to play. Like two new beings that had been created for
our personal little theatre. Two shadows moving along with us everywhere but
visible only to us, two shadows that could bring fire and passion into our
lives.
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