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The Making Of A Cuckold Marriage - Chapter 2 free porn video
It was a week after our adventure with the dildo that I talked to Ethan about actually being with someone else. It’s one thing to fuck a sex toy; it’s something else entirely to have actual sex with an actual person. I wanted to make sure we had some distance from the obvious bliss he’d experienced when I used the toy that night.
There was no hesitation on his part though. He was all in. He actually got hard just talking about it, and we weren’t even being naughty. Ultimately, he gave me the green light. I told him I wasn’t going to go out looking for someone, but if something happened to come along and it felt right I would go for it.
He had a big smile on his face and an obvious erection in his pants. I couldn’t help but want to have a little fun with him. “Does this excite you, baby? Is your cock hard because you’re thinking of someone else fucking your wife?” I asked as I rubbed the front of his pants.
“Yes. I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” Again he smiled. He was really enjoying himself. “Does it turn you on?” he asked as his eyes dropped to his hands. He was still a little hesitant and pretty clearly a little embarrassed about his desires.
I answered him with a kiss. I figured it was the best way to show just how excited I was. I tried my best to strip while kissing him and yanked off his clothes too. I straddled my husband’s cock and sank down on it, letting him feel just how wet I was. “Yes,” I said when he’d filled me. “I’m excited, as I’m sure you can tell. I don’t usually get this wet.” He winced a little at that. I’d inadvertently stung him.
His brief wave of shame, which I’d later come to understand was exceedingly common for cuckolds, washed away as quickly as it came over him. My guess is that being inside his wife was more than enough to compensate, especially when I began to ride him.
“Does my pussy feel good,” I whispered into his ear as I moved up and down on his erection. “Do you feel how wet I am for another man? Can you tell how badly I want to feel someone else’s cock inside me?” He groaned and grabbed my ass, picking me up and putting me on my back in bed. He fucked me harder than usual and actually brought me to a fairly fantastic orgasm shortly before cumming inside me.
“That was amazing,” Ethan said as he collapsed on top of me. I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined all the fun we were most definitely going to have as this new and decidedly naughty adventure unfolded in front of us.
You end up seeing a lot of people on an average day in Manhattan. You do a lot of walking and you wait in line for coffee, lunch, take out, etc. That leads to lots of flirting. Some people are just killing time; some are trying to get numbers; some are trying to hook up. Honestly, I used to flirt a little. I never initiated, but I was always happy to flirt back just a little bit. Never anything crazy. Just enough to have some fun.
That changed after our conversation. Once I had the green light it felt different. Suddenly, when a guy flirted with me at the coffee shop I was considering if he would be fun to sleep with. It was like being single again, only without any of the pressure to try and find a guy I actually wanted to marry. I already had that guy. I could just have fun.
It was genuinely revelatory. I got a few strange looks for being so flirty while wearing a wedding ring, but New York is a big city and I didn’t really give a damn. I was having fun and I loved texting Ethan and telling him about the flirty conversation I’d just had with a guy. It never failed to excite him. I know he always secretly hoped I’d text him to offer a tale of how I’d just made out with a guy or gone back to someone’s apartment to have sex, but I never felt the urge to take it beyond flirting.
Looking back, I think I was scared to actually take the leap. I hadn’t been single and on the market for a long time and it felt like a huge deal to jump into bed with a stranger. The wedding ring seemed to prevent most guys from asking for my number, but I turned down the few that were so bold. As it turned out, it was a familiar face that changed things.
His name was Scott. He’s a freelance photographer and we’d worked together a handful of years ago on a project I managed. I ran into him on the way home from work and when he invited me to get a drink and catch up I felt compelled to accept the invitation. Ninety minutes and three drinks later we stepped out of the bar and into the evening air, our conversation still going.
He was smart and funny and cute. There was a hint of flirtatiousness to our conversation, but not overtly so. It just felt good. I knew he was interested. He’d found plenty of reasons to touch me as we sat together at the bar and I never shied away from it. As I said, it felt good. I couldn’t help but think about the green light.
I must have been giving off an air of availability, because he kissed me halfway down a mostly empty block. It was a good kiss, too. His lips were soft but insistent and they parted just a little bit. There was a tiny hint of tongue, but nothing too aggressive. He knew what he was doing. I couldn’t help but melt into him. My desire was obvious. The first kiss was followed by a second, this time with more tongue. I eagerly accepted it and offered mine. My hand went to the back of his neck and I gently played with his hair. I was totally into it.
“Wow,” was all he said after we broke the kiss. I could feel his erection pressing into me. I’m absolutely certain I was wet with a level of excitement that matched his.
“Yeah,” I said in reply. The chemistry was clearly there. He knew I was married though and he was smart enough not to push it. We exchanged numbers and headed our separate ways.
I’d texted Ethan to let him know I was getting a drink with a guy and wouldn’t be home for dinner, so he was eager to know how it went when I finally came through the door. “I think I found the guy,” I said as we sat on the couch and this excited look washed over his face. His wife had just told him she’d found a guy she wanted to sleep with and he was thrilled. What an amazing man.
I filled him in on my evening, including the intense kiss Scott and I had shared on the street. It won’t surprise you to know we had sex that night. Really good sex, too. Ethan didn’t last long, but it was a fantastic couple of minutes that managed to make me cum too.
The next day I decided to call Scott and fill him in on everything. It was a little strange telling him that my husband was okay with me sleeping with other people, but he rolled with it. I suppose it helped that I also told him I’d like to sleep with him, that I couldn’t ignore what transpired between us during that kiss.
That’s how I ended up at his place. It was a Saturday night and I’d brought a bottle of wine to go with whatever terrible movie was going to play while we fooled around on his couch. I was worried it would be strange and awkward, but it really wasn’t. The conversation flowed just as easily as it had in the bar and after we’d both had a glass of wine and were feeling just a hint of that lovely buzz he made the first move.
It was another electric kiss, only this time we both knew there was so much more to come. The kisses led to clothes coming off and his skilled hands on my breasts. I loved the way he gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. It was absolutely electric and I could feel the heat building between my legs. When he leaned down to kiss and suck my breasts it was astonishingly arousing.
I honestly wasn’t sure how I’d react to being with someone else. I’d considered the possibility that it would be terrible, but this was something else entirely. This was electric. This was arousing in a whole new way. As it turns out, I’m the kind of girl that likes to explore new guys, especially when I have a loving husband that I get to go home to.
I’ve never been the sort of sexual partner that lies back and demands the guy do all the work. I like to play an equal part, which is why I had my hand on Scott’s cock before long. He’d played with my breasts and left me desperately horny and I wanted to do the same for him. I was delighted to find a long and wonderfully thick dick to play with and a lustful moan made that clear to him. I didn’t measure him, but he was definitely bigger than Ethan.
I hadn’t decided beforehand if I wanted to go down on him, but I felt oddly compelled to have his cock in my mouth once I’d felt it. I directed us to the bed before pulling off his underwear and freeing his dick, which looked even better fully exposed. He’d clearly surrendered to the moment and was going to let me do as I pleased, which right then meant giving someone besides my husband a blowjob.
“Whoah,” was the first thing he said when I took him in my mouth. Ethan had always been effusive in his praise for my oral talents and it seemed that Scott agreed. “Oh fuck that’s good,” was another exclamation from him. That happened when I started to use my hand along with my mouth. Up and down I went, pleasuring another man’s cock while my husband waited at home. Is it bad that the thought had me extra wet?
After pulling my mouth off his cock and wiping away any leftover spit I looked up at him and said, “Condoms?” He pulled open the night table drawer like a man possessed and tore one open faster than I’d ever seen.
I moved to my back as he rolled the condom down his cock and pulled off my panties. He moved to go down on me – he wanted to be a gentleman, I suppose – but I stopped him. I was more than ready to have him inside me at that point. I needed to get fucked.
It felt incredible when he slid his long, thick cock into me. I was wet enough that he made it inside with ease and before long had bottomed out. I couldn’t help but compare him to Ethan, and there’s no question I felt fuller. I smiled at the thought of telling my husband about that and how much he’d love hearing me say it. Then I wrapped my legs around Scott and urged him to fuck me.
We kissed as he began to thrust slowly. As he picked up the pace I couldn’t help but moan. It didn’t take long for me to reach that place of pure sexual bliss where every thought clears my head and all I can do is concentrate on the incredible sensations between my legs. I loved how he felt sliding into me. I loved how his body felt on top of mine. I loved how his pelvis rubbed against my clit with every thrust. I loved how he kissed me so passionately as we fucked.
I knew then that I’d absolutely love cuckolding Ethan and that I probably couldn’t live without it in our marriage. It’s not that my husband is bad in bed or that his cock is unbearably small. I was so fantastically aroused in large part because I was with someone new. I was feeling that overwhelming passion that happens when a new sexual relationship begins.
You know what else? We fucked three times that night. Scott filled three condoms with cum. I stopped counting my orgasms (just kidding, it was five). That kind of thing doesn’t happen outside the first few years of a marriage. It’s not a life that’s conducive to nights of relentless sex.
I’m glad I waited. I’m glad I didn’t jump at the chance to sleep with one of the random strangers I flirted with. It turns out that having an amazing first experience with Scott unleashed my inner hotwife and set Ethan and I on a path to a blissful cuckolding marriage.
Next time I’ll tell you how my husband felt after I’d made him a cuckold. Plus, there’s so much more to say about the fun Scott and I had.
To be continued…
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