EROTICA | HOTWIFE | CUCKOLD | ACHE

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"I can't believe it," my friend Summer laughed. "Dylan Gerard a cuckold… Almost unbelievable."

We were at one of our regular lunches the week after my discovery. "Why would you say that? You were the one that told me to read his books. That's what I found. What else could it be?"

"I'm not questioning your analysis, or conclusion," she giggled more. "Still surprising. Despite what he writes… imaginatively, I might add… your Dylan is about as straight a guy as I know. Very buttoned up. If it wasn't for the books, everyone would think he was still a banker."

I bowed my head, knowing she was right. "That doesn't help me. What am I gonna do about it now?"

"Oh, that's the simple part. You cuckold him. You love that guy… more than anyone has loved another husband… Is there any other plausible answer?"

"But I promised to be true, forsaking all others. My marriage vows…"

"Now, you're just being silly, Megs," she interrupted me. "You're not cheating on him. Do you think with all my playing around that Carl thinks I am cheating on him? He knows every moment of where I am going and what I am doing. I tell him everything. He often prepares me for the guys before I leave. He wants me to do this."

She reached over, touching my face, a gentle stroke of friendship. "I do it for myself, sure… because I love it. But I also do it because he loves it too." Summer pulled her hand back, laying it on my own. "I never played around like this with Rick. He wouldn't have understood or accepted it. I stopped playing as a sacrifice to him…. because I loved him. But now that I am older, and I like to think, a little wiser, I understand that was not a good bargain for me. But I loved him so much then, it didn't matter."

I stroked her hand with mine, the tenderness of the moment not lost on either of us. The deep love we felt for each other would never go away, especially after sharing her sorrow after such a horrific event. I had gone with her to identify the body after his auto accident.

Summer pulled her hand away, a shrug of acceptance. "But accidents are accidents. There was no way of controlling the drunk that killed Rick. He did what he did. Nothing I could do about it, then or now. But I learned a lesson. After I started going out with Carl, I knew my sexual leanings had to be part of any actual relationship in the future. I could not push it down any longer. For me to have a full life, I needed to have more sex than a single man could provide, no matter how much I loved that man."

"How do you do it? Go with someone else while still loving Carl?"

"How did you do it with Austin in college? All those guys, those slave weekends… You took all comers and loved it. Did it change your relationship with Austin one bit?"

She had me there. If anything, I grew closer to him.

Summer smiled at me, a wry grin of understanding. "What I am hearing from you is that Dylan wants the same thing. He made the same marriage vows as you. Held to them, just like you. But forsaking others is not the only part of that vow that matters. Remember honor… love… A shared activity, even if he's not in the same room, is not forsaking him. Just the opposite. You are fulfilling him in ways only a loving wife could do. That you would get a lot of pleasure from it… well… a bonus, right?" That got me laughing for real.

On my way home after lunch, tears gathered in my eyes. I was thinking about my friend, the pain she had gone through, but also about how envious I have always been about her open lifestyle. True, she buried herself in sex after Rick's death, but I knew from experience that this was not grief. This was the true Summer. She had pushed her desire down for the love for her husband. After his death, she chose to be her real self again.

She told me in many heart-felt and tearful conversations over a couple years after Rick's passing that she could never go back to being that way again. Openness would have to be part of her life, or any future relationships. She was only 25 when that drunk driver took him away.

Summer met Carl while playing in a swing session a couple of years later. He had been active in the lifestyle community long before Summer came along. They hit it off from the start, becoming active play partners every time the group played, often attending the session together. Soon, they were seeing each other outside of those sessions.

When Carl asked her to marry him, she told him that monogamy could not be part of the bargain. Her needs were too great. He had apparently just laughed. 'Am I a guy likely to get jealous?' He had told her. They discussed some simple rules. Despite the openness, marriage brought a need for disclosure and informing in advance. She agreed with all of them. I stood with her at a civil marriage ceremony a few weeks later.

Nowadays, when she was in the mood, Summer would go out to a bar, or seek someone online, spend the night fucking them, then come home to Carl the next day. He seemed fine with it. One week, two years ago, she went off to Cancun with two guys she had met online. They fucked her all week, even invited others to join. She took on four one long memorable night that trip, she told me. Yes, they had an open marriage, for sure.

Now that I look back, I should have seen Dylan's signals earlier. During Summer's week in Cancun, Dylan and I invited Carl over for a barbecue. My husband asked many questions about the lifestyle they led. Seemed very animated, wanting to understand Carl's willingness to allow his wife so many outside lovers.

I thought he was getting fodder for a book. Now, I wonder if he wasn't asking for himself. Carl told him it never really bothered him. He always sees news articles about guys pulling out guns because they found their wife with another man. It makes him laugh; he said. Why wouldn't they want the wife to receive such pleasure? It was a genuine mystery to him.

"What about sleeping alone… knowing she is with another?" Dylan asked. Carl just shrugged. 'Hard to explain. Just don't feel threatened by it. I miss the warmth of her touch at night, but the knowledge she is being pleasured in a way we all know Summer loves… I just don't mind. I want her to have the full life she wants. I get plenty. She never says no to me when I'm feeling frisky, especially after she returns from one of her play dates. She's feeling pretty frisky herself.'

Memories of that conversation filled my mind as I returned home from my lunch with Summer. The house was empty, and suddenly the crying started for real. Not because I was upset with what we had said, but because of what I knew was ahead. Everything Summer said was true. He wanted me to do it. I knew it for certain. Yet, my husband could not tell me. Probably afraid of how I would react. I had to bring it out on my own.

But that's not really why I cried. I was simply afraid for myself. I could barely remember the last two years of college because I dove so deep into a sea of cocks. I wondered if I got into it again, now, later in life, whether I could stop like I did with Austin. Would my husband and family suddenly become second fiddle to a desire that flared inside me?

Or worse, what would Dylan think as I absolutely lost myself in five cocks taking me, screaming out my pleasure, groaning with each release like he had never seen? Will he still think of me as his bride, as his loved one, as the respectable mother of his children? THAT scared me to death… Yet I knew it had to be done. My cuckold wanted to experience this.

I went back to my chair, my iPad, his stories… and to my fingers. I loved everything about the idea of playing, of feeling new cocks inside me. My life had become a ball on the playground, pushed down hard and then released, only to bounce wildly away from the hands that held it.

Would I bounce so far away that Dylan could not find me? Or lose my way back? I quivered with fear, but the fingers stuffed in my sex, swirling on an aroused clit, told me another story as well. Desire was surging inside me again, like it had so many years ago.

My own desire was merging with Dylan's, creating a storm that I could only hope did not destroy us along the way.

I woke to the noise of doors opening, looking at my watch. It was the kids returning from school. I had slept for two hours. Good thing I had the throw over me. My hand was still down my pants. I quickly closed the iPad to cover the book that was still open on the screen.

The kids laughed at my laziness. I joined in, trying to straighten my clothes underneath the throw. They helped me up with the normal chatter of mother and children. All were good kids. None seemed to have the deep social or psychological issues so many mothers have shared with me about their own. I couldn't be happier with them. If they only knew what their mother had been doing all afternoon…

When Dylan finally came home, he had been out getting the car worked on. I asked him if he had plans this evening after the State U basketball game. He said no. Let's go out, have a drink. We need to talk. He looked at me a little surprised, but agreed immediately.

After cumming so hard on my own hand, to memories of cocks invading every hole, I knew it was time to get that conversation started.

Continued in Part 6…

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