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"I just want to watch you cum," you remember him saying to you, "...on another guy's dick." | "I just want to watch you cum," you remember him saying to you, "...on another guy's dick." | ||
| - | And suddenly other guys | + | And suddenly other guys become a prospect. A neighbour passes you in the street and you realize you could take him home if you really wanted. A college kid flirts with you as he serves your coffee and you imagine what his cock would taste like. The worst is when your husband's friend comes over for dinner. You blush furiously every time he looks at you. |
| - | ''Has he talked about sharing me with him?'' you | + | ''Has he talked about sharing me with him?'' you keep wondering. |
| - | And then another hot and horny evening | + | And then another hot and horny evening rolls by and - too scared to look on your husband's computer again - you resort to simple imagination. Your mind keeps racing back to his best friend. And the deeper you bury your fingers the more you wonder how his cock would feel. |
So you finally admit that you're getting used to the idea. And he agrees to take things as slow as you need. | So you finally admit that you're getting used to the idea. And he agrees to take things as slow as you need. | ||
Current revision as of 22:12, 27 March 2016
It's been several weeks and your husband hasn't pushed the issue at all. If anything, he seems happy to pretend the conversation never happened. You'd like to do the same... but the image keeps coming back to taunt you.
"I just want to watch you cum," you remember him saying to you, "...on another guy's dick."
And suddenly other guys become a prospect. A neighbour passes you in the street and you realize you could take him home if you really wanted. A college kid flirts with you as he serves your coffee and you imagine what his cock would taste like. The worst is when your husband's friend comes over for dinner. You blush furiously every time he looks at you.
Has he talked about sharing me with him? you keep wondering.
And then another hot and horny evening rolls by and - too scared to look on your husband's computer again - you resort to simple imagination. Your mind keeps racing back to his best friend. And the deeper you bury your fingers the more you wonder how his cock would feel.
So you finally admit that you're getting used to the idea. And he agrees to take things as slow as you need.
"There's a guy in the office who keeps eyeing up your photo... Or if that's too much, we can just roleplay to start."
You decide:
