********** AMY **********
I sent a text message to AdventureSeeker85.
Hi AdventureSeeker85, I just did it. I fucked my lover, and then I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. We’re still in bed. I want to know what’s the next step.
JustThinking89
I lay on the bed next to Rod, basking in what we’d just done and thinking about Julian.
What’s next? I‘m not sure, but I know I’m going to continue. Julian told Rod to fuck me; that had to be humiliating. During our talks, he’s changed from unwilling, to reluctant, to willing, and then to assisting it happening.
When I woke up the next morning, I found a text from AdventureSeeker85 with some answers she’d found helpful.
JustThinking89
Congratulations! That’s the first step, but here are some things that worked for me over the last ten years.
I made sure I didn’t ignore Brady; if you want his support, that was important to him.
Brady had to acknowledge I was cuckolding him, so he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening.
Another thing was that I made him help me do it. My friends all do something. It varies from getting them ready for their lover to arranging dates to physically help their wives screw them. Occasionally, when I let Brady watch, he has to prep my lover by sucking his dick or put my lover’s cock in me.
In any case, it depends on you and Julian. I hope you enjoy your journey as much as Brady and I have. I’ll share more later.
AdventureSeeker85
After I finished reading her text, I started to get up, but Rod refused to let me. When he was sucking on my tits, I quit struggling and let him take me.
When he started to come this time, he pulled out and came on my stomach and my tits. Then he told me, “I want Julian to feel like a cuckold, so I want you to go to him with my cum on you. He needs to see the evidence that I fucked you.”
This goes beyond what AdventureSeeker85 did to Brady. Do I want to rub Justin’s nose in it? Let him see and smell it? That sounds mean, but god, Amy, it sounds delicious too. How can I do it? If I get dressed here, no, that won’t work.
What I did was call Julian and tell him, “I love you, Julian, and I’m coming home, but, um, Rod came all over my, um, breasts. He wants you to see it, so I called to tell you to pick me up here. Bring a robe for me to wear home. We both, Rod and I, want you to see the evidence on me. Please, Julian, come get me with a robe to wear home with you.”
“He came; he came on your b-breasts and…” He paused and continued, “You w-want me to pick you up so I can see it? Is that what you want, really?”
I confirmed that’s what I wanted and gave him Rod’s address. While we were waiting, I started cleaning his cock with my mouth, which ended with him coming again on my tits.
When Julian came to the door, I was still nude, and Rod was kissing me when we opened the door.
I turned to Julian and kissed him, being careful I didn’t rub any of Rod’s cum off on Julian’s clothes. I stood there hesitating, trying to decide if I wanted to ask Julian to clean my tits.
Julian was hesitating too, and I’m not sure if I did something to tell him what I wanted or if he wanted to, but he held me and sucked the cum off my tits. The touch of his mouth on my tits hit me like an electrical charge. I could feel my nipples harden, and my juices started down my thigh.
********** JULIAN **********
It was early Saturday morning when Amy called; I’d just gotten dressed. I had no idea when she’d come home or call, either one. She wanted me to pick her up, so I’d see his cum on her, her breasts, she said. But I knew they were tits for them both. Rod had ejaculated on her tits, and she’d let him; now Amy wanted me to see it. She wanted to twist the knife in me, saying that I’m now her cuckold.
On the way over to Rod’s, I wasn’t in a hurry. I was picturing what I’d find when I got there. When I arrived, I sat in the car thinking.
Amy, Amy, I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’m feeling. I told her in the beginning—well, not the beginning, beginning, but almost—I wanted her to cuckold me. Did I want it for her or me? I never realized how painful it is, but it is still arousing to imagine her in ecstasy from someone else. From the time I thought of it, I wanted it to happen.
When I realized she was communicating with the women on those forum sites, it’s been digging into my mind. Then, when she told me what was going to happen yesterday, it grew, flowered, and set fruit. I’m her cuckold.
I got out, went to the door, and rang the bell. When the door opened, Amy was standing there, naked, with cum on her. Rod’s cum. Worse, Rod was kissing her in front of me, and she was responding.
It was agony seeing him, seeing his cum on her, but at the same time, I realized they were right. I needed to see it; it was the proof that he’d screwed her.
There was some cum on her tits, Rod’s cum. I couldn’t stand seeing it there. It was humiliating, with all three of us knowing his cum was on her tits. Without thinking, I accepted the humiliation of licking it off her, right there in front of Rod.
I couldn’t look at him, but I got the robe on her okay and led her to our car.
When I got in, I looked at her, saying, “Amy, god, Amy, last night was hell; I want you to know that, but…” I took a deep breath, “It’s something we both wanted. I wanted it for you, and I know it’s going to happen again.”
I kissed her and opened her robe so I could touch her breasts. Her breasts, not her tits.
While I drove off toward home, holding her hand, I said, “I love you so much; I know, um, Amy, I want you to do what you need; what I need is for you to still need me, love me, no matter what else is happening.”
On the way home, Amy placed my hand on her breast, and my cock stiffened.
Pathetic, that describes me: picking my wife up from her lover and apologizing to her. Then I licked his jism off her in front of him. I hate it, and I want it at the same time. They talk about pain that feels good. They must be talking about me.
I drove into the garage and stopped her from getting out of the car until I opened the door. But when I opened the door, instead of letting her out, I kneeled on the garage floor and pulled her around, so she was facing me. I pulled her robe open so she was completely exposed to me, all the way from her breasts to her vagina, where I could still see remnants of his sperm. I looked up at her before I licked her from her clit to the vagina. I could taste his sperm mixed with Amy’s distinctive taste. My hands moved to caress her breasts. “I love you, Amy, even…” I started to choke up. “Even after being cuckolded. If you need it, I want you to have it. Just don’t quit loving me too.”
The sense of contentment as I was licking her surprised me, and there was a sense of disappointment that there wasn’t more of his sperm. I heard my sounds of contentment when I was licking her clit and when my tongue was probing her opening, I was searching for more cum.
When her hands enveloped my head, pulling it tighter against her, she was whispering, “Julian, please, more, harder, deeper. It feels… I’m going to come. God, Julian.” She tensed and spasmed under the ministrations of my tongue and my hands.
All I can feel is the satisfaction of pleasing Amy and bringing her to climax. A wave of warm emotion pulsed through me. “God, I love Amy; whatever she needs to be happy.”
My hands tightened on her breasts until I was afraid I was hurting her, and then I let them go.
********** AMY **********
“Julian, that was amazing, making me come with just your tongue.” I paused and continued, “And your hands on my tits like that. I want to get inside and make love to you on our bed. Please.”
I tried to get out of the car, but unsuccessfully at first. I pulled Julian’s head up so I could kiss him, saying, “I need to get you inside and make love to you. NOW!”
I startled him, but he recovered by standing and giving me his hand. Then he grinned and said, “Well, never let it be said I refused a fair lady’s request in matters of love. Though you might, should fasten your robe, else your magnificent charms will be appreciated by our neighbors. I much prefer to enjoy them in private.”
Well, so do I. Yours and Rod’s too; that’s why I am not sure I want Julian to watch us. Hmm, I can picture being serviced by someone on a stage at a sex club. That might be a delicious adventure. Well, I’ll think about that some other time.
We went into our home and through the kitchen and to the bedroom, where he stripped and laid me on the bed. When I looked down, I could see a couple of places where slight bruises were showing on my boobs. I could see that he saw them, too. He leaned over me, kissed them, and said, “Looks like you and Rod got a little exuberant, didn’t you?”
I smiled at him and said, “Do you remember when we were first making love? My boobs often looked a lot worse afterward. Do you remember how often I had to wear scarves for days? Rod was exuberant, for sure. What are you going to do?”
He started kissing me, with his tongue exploring me, and then moved to my neck, where he deliberately gave me a hickey. Then I heard him say, “And now you are wearing my mark, too, Amy. Amy, after coming home, after I’ve gotten you home, I need to screw you.”
I pulled him over me and touched his cock, guiding it to my pussy. As it slipped inside me, it felt like returning home. Yes, I adored what Rod and I did, and I intended to continue, but this was so nice and welcoming.
“Welcome home, Julian.”
