Relationship Counseling

Note: This story contains infidelity and creampies; if those things are not your cup of tea, please find another story. This one isn’t for you.

“Happy 5th Anniversary, you two!”

The clinking of wine glasses echoed around the table amid ‘thanks’ and ‘congratulations’ all around. Amanda and I reached out and squeezed hands across the table as our friends smiled at our doting expressions.

Chris started, “We got you something special for your anniversary. It is a little unusual, but we’re pretty sure you won’t be offended.” Sue handed me an envelope that had a flowery script across the front — “Ms. Nikita, Relationship Consultant”

Confused, we looked at each other while I tried the find the words. “Umm, guys? We really don’t need marriage counseling, everything’s great. Really…” I tapered off, unsure of what to say.

Sue jumped in, “Ms. Nikita isn’t really a marriage counselor. It isn’t like that. We know that things are great between the two of you, which is why we think you’d be open to something like this. Think of it as a way of taking ‘great’ to ‘sensational’! My sister gave us a gift certificate to see Ms. Nikita for our 1st anniversary and we had the same reaction. Now we go see her twice a year for a bit of spice.”

The looks of confusion and concern on our faces must still have been evident.

“Look… I don’t want to say anything more. Please just call her and she’ll explain everything. If you decide it isn’t for you, let us know and we’ll exchange it for ‘Plan B.'”

—–

“And how do you feel about bisexuality?”

“Well… um… Doesn’t every husband wish to see his wife make love to another woman?”

“Sure… sure. Now how about male bisexuality?”

‘Plan B’ was starting to sound a little more attractive as I sat on the phone with a woman I had never met answering incredibly intimate questions about my sex life–some questions I’d never discussed with anyone. Others were regarding topics I’d never even considered. Holy crap! I’d never been one to consider myself sexually sheltered.

Amanda and I had talked and decided to keep an open mind, although we still weren’t totally sure exactly what we were keeping an open mind about! During my initial call, Ms. Nikita explained that she provided a unique service based on her ability to read into people’s individual likes and dislikes to custom-build fantasies for adventurous couples. When she put it like that, how could I back out? Who wants to be categorized as sexually unadventurous?

Thus, here I came to be on a 90-minute phone call getting quizzed on every kind of kink known to man as she teased out my most secret desires. Interestingly, she always conducted men’s interviews by phone and women’s interviews over a bottle of wine in her home. I had to admit it made sense — giving each sex their own version of comfort.

“The thought of Amanda with another man… Picture it. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I cringed. She’d hit the topic I knew would be in her interview somewhere. I was Amanda’s first and it had always bothered me. I feared that somewhere down the line she’d get curious and leave me, so I had tried several times to preempt that curiosity by encouraging her to have a brief fling. She would have none of it.

“Well, I’ve tried to encourage her to try it several times just for the experience, but we don’t see eye-to-eye. She isn’t into the idea. She thinks I’m just trying to get her to even the score.”

“Even the score? Did you have an affair at some point?”

“No. That is actually the weirdest part. I did sleep with her best friend about two years ago, but it was at her insistence. Lindsey had a really painful relationship with horrible sex and an even worse breakup. She just wasn’t getting over it, so Amanda came up with the idea that I should sleep with her to break her out of her rut. In her defense, it worked beautifully and Lindsey is doing great now, but it seems odd to me that she was so open to share me with someone else and not interested at all in doing the same thing for herself.”

The conversation wore on from there until she reached the end of her checklist and had finished all of her follow-up questions. Hanging up the phone, I felt a strange mixture of arousal and exhaustion at the end of it all.

I had quizzed Amanda late last night about her own interview and she admonished me for prying. Each one was supposed to be completely confidential to ensure that she got the best information from each of us. Indeed, during our phone call she never gave me any indication that any of her questions were based on what she’d learned from Amanda. As I came downstairs from the office, she eyed me with burning curiosity, but asked me nothing.

—–

Amanda and I stepped off the elevator and stood nervously before a nondescript door in one of the tall, glass, modern condos that were popping up along the downtown waterfront. She had opted for a little black dress that clung to her curves deliciously. I couldn’t help but linger over her long, bare legs as I stole a quick glance up and down. I was dressed slightly more casually in dark jeans and a floral button down, but altogether we both looked like we were headed out on a date.

“Ready?”

Nervous nods all around, I knocked and waited. A moment or two passed and the door opened to reveal a beautiful, tall, blonde woman. I looked at Amanda with a perplexed expression then back to the blonde woman.

“Hello, uhh…. we are looking for Ms. Nikita. Is she in?”

Amanda chuckled as the woman noted my visible confusion and smiled. “Yes, I’m Ms. Nikita. You’re not the first to be thrown by my name. Nikita isn’t my last name–it’s my first. I happen to be Russian. You were no doubt expecting me to be Japanese? Was that one of your fantasies? I do hope I don’t disappoint.”

Nervous laughter momentarily broke the tension. I doubt anyone would ever describe her as a “disappointment”. She was frankly quite stunning–the kind of woman that men and women alike tend to notice as she enters a room, perhaps even finding themselves staring a moment longer than would be polite.

She ushered us into the stylish, modern apartment–sparsely but beautifully appointed. Jazz played softly in the background. “I go by Ms. Nikita for simplicity and consistency. One of my other services is as a dominatrix. Perhaps we’ll get to that another time.” She ended with a cheeky wink that made my mouth run dry. With the merest hint of a suggestive hand gesture we settled onto a long, sleek, black sofa. It wasn’t surprising that she had a dominant streak; but I found myself surprised by my eagerness to comply. This was not a woman that ever needed to ask for anything twice, maybe not even once.

As she filled three flutes with pale pink champagne I finally had a moment to observe her. Her hair fell just past her shoulders in delicate waves. She wore a well-tailored, white, button-down shirt that accentuated the shape of her breasts, which seemed to fill out a fine, black, lace bra barely visible through the fabric. A dark grey, pinstriped pencil skirt hugged her hips ending just above the knee. Black, nearly sheer stockings adorned her legs; the back seam drawing your eye down to the pair of black heels that completed her ensemble. As my eyes traced back up her form, I found myself meeting a calm, unconcerned gaze and a crooked smile that let me know I had most definitely been caught.

“To new friends,” she toasted before settling into what was most certainly not a reproduction Barcelona chair. She crossed her legs demurely as we sipped the champagne. “I find it is best to jump straight to the question you’ve undoubtedly been trying to piece out: Just what are we doing here?”

“It is quite simple. There are two things that I do exceedingly well–get people to share their most intimate details and understand sexuality. In our conversations over the past few days I’ve gotten to know you both, not only from what you told me but from what you didn’t. I now know what makes each of you tick. I know what makes your hearts race. I know the bedroom requests you are too shy to make, even the things you don’t even yet know you want.”

“I craft a custom fantasy just for the two of you, one that taps into both of your secret desires. We’ll act it out here once together then you commit to try it at least one more time on your own at home. I create a safe place for that fantasy to take hold in your imaginations. Neither of you asked for it, so neither of you need feel any anxiety about asking for something outside the comfort zone and being rebuffed. You’re obligated to ME to try it one more time, not to each other, so no awkwardness there in having to ask again. After that, I’ll speak to each of you individually again about your experiences, we adjust, and then go from there. I find that for most of my clients, their new fantasy becomes a steady part of their sexual repertoire. For those that don’t, they feel that a bucket list item has been crossed off. I will do no more than two fantasies per year for a couple and I have a 100% repeat client record.”

She paused letting silence fill the air as we absorbed her words. I tried to remember what I’d said during our time together and where that was now leading us. I don’t know what I was exactly expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. We are going to act out a fantasy together? Here? WITH her? I guess I had expected she was going to share some of what she’d heard from both of us, finding the common ground between our two psyches, sparing us the embarrassment of the things that one likes but not the other. Give us a list. Some suggestions.

I looked over to Amanda and saw a look that must mirror my own combination of arousal and apprehension. She reached out and took my hand. “Wow… um… just wow! That is a lot to take in. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely terrified right now.”

We just stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, each of us looking for strength and assurance from the other. “Ok. How do we get started?”

For the first time I sensed excitement from Ms. Nikita. She was obviously pleased and that made me feel good. I could already feel myself craving her approval. “Each of you just has to be yourself. I find that the first fantasy always works best if it doesn’t require you to role play someone else. I’ll be your narrator and guide and sometimes participant. When we are talking I will lead. Sometimes I will ask you a question. Answer honestly as yourself. Other times I am going to tell you what to say, just repeat after me. I’m going to maneuver and guide your bodies. You’ll instinctively know when to be pliable. And when to let your body take over.”

“Let’s begin.”

—–

She stood, took Amanda by the hand, and guided her to a shimmering, stainless steel bar stool at the bar separating the living room from the open kitchen. “You are having a drink alone at an unfamiliar, new bar after a girlfriend stood you up at the last minute. Your husband has a work event that is expected to run until late. Since there’s no one waiting at home, you decided you might as well stay for a drink.”

She returned for me. I felt a jolt of excitement go right from my hand to my cock the moment she grasped my hand. Leading me to the chair she just vacated she explained, “You are simply another bar patron seated within earshot. Your role here is just to listen in and follow the story, but you’re not yourself. No talking, no movement, nothing. Understood?” She turned back to “the bar” without waiting for (expecting?) a reply.

“An attractive woman seated alone at a bar never wonts for company for long. After replying to your friend’s text you casually scan the bar taking in the scene. It’s busy without being crowded. There are several groups and a few singles, but mostly couples paired off in conversation–a few more getting just a little bit handsy. No more than a few minutes pass before a man approaches you.”

She seamlessly switched from being our narrator to the stranger. “Hi… is this seat taken?”

Amanda’s voice cracked a little bit in nervousness, “No, a friend was supposed to be joining me but something came up.”

The stranger gestured at the chair again. “May I?”

“Of course.”

She elegantly slid onto the stool. “Thank you. So, you were waiting for a friend. Your date stood you up?”

“No. I’m actually married. She was just a friend.”

“Waiting for your lover then?”

“Ha! No… not him either.”

“But you do have one then?”

“No.”

“That’s a shame.”

“That I don’t have a lover?”

The stranger laughed with a twinkle in her (his?) eye. I was entranced watching her. “No, that no one is going to get to undress you. My apologies… you certainly look like you’re dressed to impress a date. So you were the wingwoman tonight, eh?”

Amanda looked uncertain of what her next line should be. She started to speak, paused, stammered a bit, then paused again.

“I’m sorry. I thought you must know. This place is a bit of a pick up scene. I’m guessing your single friend suggested it?”

Amanda smiled and nodded. “I had no idea.”

“So… now that you know–got your eye on anybody?”

“No, no. I’m happily married.”

“There’s something electric in being with someone for the first time, isn’t there? Don’t you think so? Each time you took a new man to bed, didn’t it totally make you feel alive?”

“Errr…” Amanda stammered.

“That first tentative kiss. Exploring their mouths with your tongue. Their unique taste and smell. You remember that.”

“Yes… of course.”

“And there’s that magical moment where your need takes over. That special instant where your body responds and you just *know* you’re going to take them to bed.”

“Errrr, well… my husband and I got married young.”

“Oh, really? Was he your first?”

My throat had gone dry, so I took a sip of my champagne to wet it. I felt a growing hardness filling up my jeans. Now I had a much better idea of where the story was headed, but I was still at a loss on how or what precisely we would be acting out.

Amanda seemed to be relaxing into her role. She had a slight smirk as she said, “Not that it is any of your business…” She paused and sipped from her flute. “But, yes.”

“Surely, you’re at least a little curious.” It was said as a statement, not a question. Amanda started to speak, but before she could get out a word the stranger smiled brightly and continued. “You aaarrreee.” She drew it out as if she were triumphant about her discovery.

“Well, um… yes. Of course. I mean… But I’m married?” Her voice shook as she said the words and they came out more as a question than a confident statement.

“Surely you are at least attracted to other men from time to time?”

“Well, yes. I’m not blind. I do sometimes find other men attractive.”

The stranger paused for effect. “So, do you find ME attractive?”

Amanda blushed. There was silence as the question hung in the air. Finally, quietly, breathlessly, almost at a whisper… “Yes.”

The stranger leaned in, closing the gap between them a bit. With the most suave gesture I’d ever witnessed she let her hand rest on Amanda’s knee. Amanda twitched at this first contact, but made no move to discourage the touch. I readjusted my jeans as they suddenly seemed a tad uncomfortable.

“Were you your husband’s first love?” Amanda’s eyes quickly stole to me as if she suddenly remembered that I was still there.

“No, he was my first, but he dated a lot before we got married.” She sounded unsure and a little bit defensive.

“So, he’s slept with lots of women and you’ve only ever had one man.”

Still somewhat determined to defend me, she replied, “Well, I don’t know about lots… There were three women before we got married and then one… well…”

“One what?”

“Well…” Amanda looked shocked. I suddenly realized that this part must not have come up in her first meeting.

“Who was she?”

“My best friend.”

“Oh my god. I’m sorry. Wow. Your husband had an affair with your best friend? And you’re still with him?” I noticed that the hand on her knee had crept up and was now gently pressing into Amanda’s thigh.

“No, it wasn’t like that. Lindsey had a bad breakup. Her relationship was nothing but horrible sex and he never treated her well in the first place. She had completely sworn off men. She just shut down. So, I suggested she have sex with Steve. Hell, she’d never even had a man give her an orgasm. Um… and, well, Steve is pretty damn good at that.”

My cock swelled with blood as my chest swelled with something like pride.

“Wow, that is pretty wild. And generous of you… and trusting.”

“I guess. But it worked. She pulled herself out of her rut and is dating again.”

“So, you gave your husband a hall pass. Didn’t you get one in return?”

“That’s the thing… he insisted that I should, but I have never seriously considered it.”

“But you are right now, aren’t you?”

I held my breath in anticipation. Even though there was only the three of us and the soft music in the background I could barely hear her when she whispered:

“Yes.”

“You ever wish you could have that feeling just one more time? You know, the chance to not be married for a night and feel it all one more time.”

Amanda was entranced, unconsciously nodding yes. Another breathless reply: “Yes.”

“Where’s your husband right now?”

“He has a work function tonight… he’ll be gone until late.”

“Would you like to go somewhere?”

“Yes.”

“My place is all the way across town. We should go to your place. You already said your husband won’t be home for hours.” Amanda was still nodding and agreeing to it all.

The stranger stood up, offering a hand to help Amanda from the stool. She guided Amanda through the living room and down a hall into a bedroom, beckoning me with a finger, without so much as a glance. My mind raced. What was coming next? Naturally, I thought that this might have been the end and we were about to be sent home to fuck like teenagers.

But no… We were now standing in a stylish, but simple, bedroom. There was a large, low bed with a lounge chair facing the foot of the bed. Fetching something from the nightstand she turned and fastened a blindfold over my eyes. As the realization of what was about to happen hit me she moved around behind me and whispered in my ear, “You will not speak. You will not undress. And you will not touch yourself. But no watching tonight. Unfortunately you’re going to have to wait another time to fulfill *that* fantasy.”

Her warm breath on my neck gave me shivers. I was gently helped into the chair. I heard her move away, presumably back to Amanda.

I heard Amanda whisper, “But I won’t be able to see you.”

“Not tonight. Use your imagination.” Clearly I was not the only one blindfolded. “I’m a handsome man from the bar…. Who wants you.” When she spoke again, she reprised her role as narrator and began to supply the play by play of the action my eyes were denied.

“You barely make it out of the bar before he is against you.” I hear the distinct sound of lovers kissing, passionately… desperately… Ms. Nikita snapped back into character. “Your lips are so soft.”

Amanda’s throaty reply excited me even more: “When you kiss me I feel it go straight to my pussy.”

“I love how your body feels pressed against me. Your ass is amazing. I love how short your dress is. I love lifting it up and caressing your ass under your dress. Mmm, a bare ass, I adore thong panties. Does it bother you that anyone might see it? See us? Know what you’re about to do?”

No hesitation. “No.”

“Knowing your husband wasn’t going to be home til late you brought this new man back to your house. As soon as you were inside you pulled him along by the hand straight to your bedroom. No small talk. No drink to break the ice. Just straight to bed.”

I could hear the soft rustling of clothing. This was really about to happen.

“He undresses you first, taking his time, lightly dragging his fingers across your bare shoulders. He leans in close so you can feel him pressed against you as he deftly reaches behind you and pulls your dress’s zipper leisurely down. He pulls away just enough to let it slip to the floor and pools around your ankles. Your bare breasts press into his crisp, white shirt as he comments on your lack of bra.”

“He pulls back and runs his hands slowly up your back. His fingers trace a path over your bare shoulders. His strong hands cup your breasts–holding, measuring them, squeezing them firmly.”

I heard Amanda’s breath catch in her throat, then escape with a soft ahhh. There was a soft whisper not meant for my ears as I tried to imagine the stranger’s hands all over my wife. As the story unfolded and Amanda switched from merely a passive participant to an active one I had to remind myself to breathe.

“You push him away and nervously unbutton his Oxford. Your fingers fumble with the buttons as he lets you make your way down. The shirt falls away to the side and you run your hands up and down his bare chest. You push the sleeves down his arms and let the shirt join your dress. Your hands shake as you reach for his zipper. You crouch down and drag his jeans down his legs, leaving you staring directly at the bulge in his boxer briefs.”

There was a pause as I heard clothing being shuffled around, a drawer opening and closing, and then a noise I didn’t recognize that sounded like a strap being tightened.

“You quickly pull his briefs down and stare at his hardening cock in front of your eyes. You close your fingers around it, grasping it at the base as you maneuver it into your mouth. You lick around the tip and close your eyes, savoring the second cock you’ve ever seen or touched in your life. You attack the head with your tongue, sucking on it to coax out a last bit of hardness. You taste his salty precum as your ears fill with his soft moans of appreciation and the slurping noises you’re making. He runs his fingers through your hair before balling a bit of it up and pressing you onto his cock. Steve hasn’t ever done that… too kind and loving. But this is just pure fucking and you moan around him as he pushes and pulls your head back and forth on his shaft. The audacity excites and emboldens you. As he pushes his cock in again you push hard yourself and take him all the way in.”

I could hear Amanda moaning and breathing loudly through her nose. My mind painted the scene of my beautiful wife, mouth full of strange cock and her nose pressed into the man’s pubic hair. I felt a growing wet spot in my own briefs as my imagination ran wild. Damn this fucking blindfold!

“When you come up for air he releases your hair and pulls you back up to standing. One then the other and back again, he kisses… all… around… your… breasts, supporting them gently with his hands.”

I didn’t even have to wait for the narration to know the instant when he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. I know more than anyone how sensitive her stiff, pink nipples become when she’s aroused. The narration was temporarily replaced by the noises of the stranger–Ms. Nikita–suckling my wife’s breasts. I couldn’t decide which image was more exciting. There was a long break in the narration as you hear them kissing each other in desperate urgency.

At last the kissing stopped and Ms. Nikita, slightly out of breath, continued: “He helps you into a seated position on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of you. His hard cock jerks and bounces obscenely. His fingers go to the sides of your sheer, black panties. You put your arms back and lift your hips to help as he slides them down revealing your shaven pussy to his hungry eyes. He caresses your legs and gently pushes them apart, spreading you wide open.”

I could hear each kiss and a steady hum of contentment as the stranger worked closer and closer to her pussy.

“As he approaches your prize you realize his intentions. The look in his eyes says he wants to devour you, and that’s exactly what he intends to do. You have other ideas, however. That act seems a little too intimate for this one night stand so you raise his head and let him know without a word that that you just need his cock. You scoot back until you’re fully on the bed, desperately flinging sheets and comforter aside. He crawls over you, pursuing you as you move with the look of predator to prey. His fingers find your folds and he strokes you in the most delicious way.”

Amanda whimpered at the touch and couldn’t remain silent as experienced fingers worked their magic. Finally, i could just make out her lusty voice–just one word–“Now.”

“You’ve waited long enough and your need takes over. You. Just. Want. To. Fuck. Happy to oblige, he moves up and positions his cock at your entrance. You nod. He pushes in just a few inches and stops. The sensation is electric: a new cock, rock hard and unfamiliar is inside you for the first time since the night you lost your virginity.”

Amanda giggled nervously. Even Ms. Nikita’s steady voice started to falter.

“Your impatience gets the best of you and you use your legs to force him in deeper. Your pussy is drenched so he slides in to the root with no resistance.”

Having been relatively quiet so far, I was caught off guard by Amanda’s loud groan of pleasure as she was filled completely. I was tempted to unzip my jeans, partly to relieve the pressure and partly to stroke myself, but I remembered my instructions. They took up a slow rhythm, as evidenced by the sounds of their union and the occasional smacking of flesh. More for my benefit than anyone else’s Ms. Nikita’s ragged voice announced, “One hand grips his hip while the other steals to your clit and begins strumming it with steady pressure.”

Past all embarrassment and surrendering to her need, I heard Amanda moan: “Fuck… Oh god… fuck me harder. Harder.” The slapping of bodies became steady and intense, punctuated by the wet, squelching noises of cock-in-pussy. Her cries grew steadily louder. Even Ms. Nikita was moaning now. Amanda alternated between groaning “More!” and “Yes!” and demanding “Harder!” I could hear her fingers furiously torturing her clit.

And then her voice went silent, just for a few beats, before letting out the most amazing, piercing scream as she came over and over and over, almost never-ending. The stranger moaned and groaned, too, and I could practically see his firm ass tensing over and over as he pumped load after load of cum into Amanda’s–into MY–beautiful cunt.

The stranger… err, Ms. Nikita… and Amanda were still panting and whispering softly to each other. Pillow talk. Not intended for me. A few minutes passed before Ms. Nikita resumed her narration.

“As much as you want to nuzzle each other, enjoy the moment, and perhaps even go another round, the reality of the situation starts to set in. You and a complete stranger–whose name you don’t even know–are lying in your marital bed, covered in sweat. Your pussy is still clenching on his softening cock inside you and you can even feel a tiny bit of his cum running down your ass. You look at the clock. Shit… you had no idea how long you’d been fucking. Your husband could be home any minute. You tell the man from the bar he needs to go.”

Amanda’s voice, still throaty from the fucking, surprised me. “That was wonderful. Thank you. My whole body is tingling. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to experience someone new. But you have to go. My husband could come home at any minute. Please go. Now.”

I heard weight shifting on the bed. Without warning a hand grasped my bulging jeans and squeezed with delicious pressure. The contact startled me once, then a second time as it hits me that it is Ms. Nikita that is massaging me through my jeans. She helped me to my feet reeking of sex. The whole room was pungent with the smell of pussy.

“You watch the stranger gather his clothes, dress and, with a final look back, blow you a kiss and disappear. You pull the sheet up over your body and reflect on the turn the evening took. You’re running through a range of emotions: adrenaline surging with excitement, wonder, arousal, a little bit of guilt, but most of all joy and satisfaction. You’re lost in your thoughts and don’t even hear your husband until he appears in the bedroom doorway with a look of shock and bewilderment.”

Ms. Nikita removed my blindfold leaving me blinking a few times as my eyes readjusted. She was standing on one side of me in a black lace bra and panties. Fastened around her waist was a strap-on harness with a decently large, realistic cock. Her skin was flawless and just a bit shiny thanks to a thin sheen of sweat. She was stunning. At once she nodded and I turned to the bed, excited to finally see Amanda.

She had that freshly-fucked glow. Her hair was a predictable mess. She was sitting up against the headboard, knees up, with a sheet covering her to her waist.

Her breasts were flushed and sweaty as well. She looked content, but a teeny bit nervous. I knew I was supposed to be “shocked and bewildered”, but I probably just looked horny as hell. Ms. Nikita pressed me forward until I was standing at the foot of the bed.

“Your husband looks about the room and sees the dress and heels on the floor, while your panties are halfway across the room. It’s obvious you’ve just been fucking; the smell is unmistakable. He demands to know what is going on.”

Recognizing my cue, I said, “What is going on here? And why does our bedroom smell like a brothel?” I decided angry was not what we were going for, so my tune was more stern than mad. Ms. Nikita was nodding encouragingly off to one side.

Amanda replied immediately without a prompt. “I… I know how horrible this looks. I let a guy pick me up at the bar this evening. One thing led to another and we ended up here. I’m sorry. I was just so curious that when he asked… I said yes.”

“So you brought him here and fucked him in our bed?”

Ms. Nikita spoke before Amanda could answer. “You don’t know what else to say. You’re as caught as could be, short of Steve walking in while the stranger was still on top of you. But you notice a growing bulge in Steve’s pants. Could this be turning him on? While you know instinctively that you should be apologizing and begging him to forgive you, you realize that, despite that mind-blowing orgasm and the guilt, you’re actually still turned on. Maybe there’s another way. You ask Steve what he’s feeling and he responds that he isn’t sure.”

“What are you thinking about right now?”

Ms. Nikita moved and started whispering in my ear as I repeated after her. “I… I don’t know. I’m confused. I don’t know how to feel. I feel hurt and betrayed, but… But…”

Ms. Nikita made eye contact with Amanda and gestured toward the bulge and slight wet spot on my jeans. She picked up quickly and asked me, “Are… are you *turned on*?”

Following my lines I said, “Yes… No. I… Well, You’re naked and this place reeks of sex. I’m jealous, but I also can’t shake from my head the image of you fucking some guy. I guess I am turned on. I shouldn’t be, but I am.”

Not waiting for my next instruction I reached down and slowly pulled back the sheet. When it cleared her knees I caught a glimpse of her used pussy. It looked just how I’ve seen it a hundred times when we’ve finished our lovemaking: flushed dark pink and a little bit puffy, still gaping open slightly, and–unexpectedly–with a fresh load of thick cum pooling at her entrance and just starting to leak out. I stole a glance at Ms. Nikita who only winked and waved a turkey baster with a sly grin.

Suddenly I connected the dots. I knew exactly where this was going. But how? It was a subject I thought I’d artfully dodged. Ms. Nikita was at my side. “Steve couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy, dripping with another man’s cum. Wordlessly he starts to undress. You’re shocked, but relieved. His arousal overpowers his jealousy and he crawls onto the bed.”

I followed instructions dutifully as I felt my heart racing and a hot flash washed over my whole body. I was naked and harder than I could remember.

And now I couldn’t stop staring directly at Amanda’s messy sex. “Almost as if in a trance he zeroes in on your pussy, inching his face closer and closer. Pauses…. Nothing makes sense. What is he doing? He can’t be… No, not that.”

If I’d been looking anywhere other than straight at the treasure in front of me I might have seen Amanda suddenly understand what was about to happen. “Babe… what are you doing? I’m a mess down there. Let me go freshen up.”

“He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look up. Instead, he buries his face in you and you feel the first, tentative lick of his tongue.”

Ms. Nikita’s hand pressed me forward and I did as I was told. The first thing I noticed is the heat coming off her. Her pussy was on fire. The raunchy smell of her sex was stronger… a bit more raw. And then I made contact with my tongue. The taste was familiar, but definitely not as salty as my cum, perhaps even a tiny bit sweet. Surprisingly delicious actually. I ran my flat tongue the whole length of her slit, dragging a pool of ‘cum’ and brush her clit. Ms. Nikita’s hand left me, but instantly I feel two other hands pulling me in forcefully. Amanda’s throaty voice broke the silence, “Fuck, yes. Lick it.”

I smothered her clit in licks, flicks, and kisses as I felt her rushing toward another peak. The bed shifted a little and I glanced up to see Ms. Nikita leaning in close, stroking Amanda’s hair, and whispering in her ear. The hands twisting and grasping in my hair suddenly pushed me lower. “Eat it… eat his cum baby. That’s it. Get it all. Clean me.”

I brought my thumb to her clit as I stabbed my tongue into her hole, scooping out remnants of the stranger’s cum and swallowing it greedily. Amanda’s hands pulled me hard against her. Momentarily, I wondered if I could still breathe. I tried to get my tongue as deep as I could to get the last remaining drops, sucking gently at her opening to pull it all out. Amanda’s body erupted in orgasm. The frenzied pulsing of her cunt pushed a pool of her own juices and one last glob of cum onto my tongue before she collapsed like a rag doll into the bed.

My own need was stronger than ever. I very nearly came just from the feeling of silk-covered toes dragging against the head of my cock as she came in my mouth. I knelt up and roughly hoisted her hips into the air. She was so spent that I maneuvered her into position without a hint of resistance. I no longer cared that there was a script to follow or what Ms. Nikita’s next instruction would be. I slammed my cock into her in a single stroke. Her eyes were still heavy as she watched in detached amazement as I plowed her harder and rougher than I ever had in our years of lovemaking. Her hands rested lightly on my chest, just along for the ride. Ms. Nikita was still leaning against the headboard only inches away from the action with a triumphant smile. The fact that we had an audience didn’t concern me at all.

It didn’t take long before I felt my arousal peaking. My hands dug roughly into her hips as I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded a liter of cum inside her. My arms gave out and I collapsed on top of her, completely spent. She hugged me close and stroked my hair as I panted into her neck. I could feel the sweat cooling on and between us as I attempted to catch my breath. I was vaguely aware of whispering but nothing could overcome the throbbing sound of my pulse in my ears.

“Baby… That was simply amazing. Your tongue was so soft and greedy in my used pussy. Could you taste him? Did you love it? I’ve never felt so used and dirty in my life. I love you.”

My cock was rapidly fading so it was no surprise to feel it slip out and then my own cum running out and over both of us to make a mess in the sheets. I managed to push myself up onto my forearms and off of her. I stared down to the mess below, transfixed by the second load of cum now running out of her. The edge was gone, now… there was no hunger any longer. No desire to clean her a second time. Just like every other time I appreciated her used pussy… after nearly every time I came inside her. Before my own orgasm, I’d imagined cleaning her used pussy countless times, only to lose all interest the second I went over the edge. But now I knew… I knew how amazing it was to eat her creampie when I had yet to cum. When it wasn’t…. mine.

Amanda and I were snuggled together sighing contentedly when Ms. Nikita reappeared with two glasses of water. Both of us gulped them down thirstily as she sat on the edge of the bed beaming. I fought a growing feeling of self consciousness.

“You both did splendidly!” She was clearly proud of her handiwork. “I’m always pleased when my clients take to the scene so well. Amanda, you’ve finally taken someone other than your husband to bed. Steve, you’ve finally felt the indescribable highs both of being cuckolded and eating a creampie from your lovely wife. It’s a lot easier when it isn’t your own, wouldn’t you say?”

“Well, yes… it was a high like nothing I’ve ever experienced. But… how? How did you know? You and I never talked about it.”

“Neither of you hinted at those desires. But I still knew. I asked Amanda what you usually do after you’ve finished making love. She told me that you always pause to admire her messy pussy for a few moments.”

“When we were first together it made me self conscious, but I soon realized that you weren’t grossed out by it. And you always look so adoring as you do it.”

“See? Sometimes our secret desires are right there on the surface if you know where to look. I see you didn’t mind the taste of my ‘cum’. It’s my own special recipe. It’s pretty common for me to meet couples where a husband is desperate to finish in his wife’s mouth but she’s afraid of the taste. I start off with a mix that’s almost flavorless, despite its realism. It reminds most people of pudding on the first go. Then over time I show them how to adjust the recipe to make it closer and closer to their own real flavor. Gradually training the partner to love the flavor of cum is the real trick.” Gesturing to another door I hadn’t even noticed when we entered the bedroom, she continued: “So, the shower is through there. Take your time getting freshened up and we’ll chat before you go.”

We were both silent as we washed each other and made ourselves presentable again. It was a tiny bit awkward, but we both had ear-to-ear smiles so there wasn’t any anxiety despite the crazy, new experience we’d just shared with a woman we barely knew. The bedroom was spotless when we emerged and gave no hint of the activities of the past hour.

Ms. Nikita rose from the chair dressed in a short, silk robe. Her heels and stockings were gone and she looked a bit more soft around the edges–almost vulnerable. She guided us back to the living room and paused with us at the door.

“Your homework is to repeat the fantasy one more time in the next two weeks. Then you’ll each chat with me to share how you felt. No discussing it at all until after we’ve connected again, understood? Amanda gets to pick the day. One day she’s going to tell you that she’s meeting Lindsey for a drink then what time she’ll be home. Steve, you’re to reply that that’s fine as you have another work event and won’t be home until a later time. That evening you will come home exactly 30 minutes before the time you’ve shared–not a minute early or late. You’ll replay the fantasy exactly as we rehearsed tonight. If that goes well and you both agree, then you can lean into the fantasy again and again, playing around with the details to keep it fresh.”

We nodded heartily and were each treated to a soft, lingering kiss on the mouth as we said our goodbyes. The kiss was electric, especially with Amanda next to me still holding my hand. Even more electric was the heat of her breath in my ear as she whispered, “And you should probably have a mint. Your breath smells like cum.”

—–

It felt weird riding home in silence, but Amanda rested her hand on my thigh reassuringly on the drive. We were hand-in-hand as we entered the house. Amanda gently led me straight to the bedroom, held her finger to her lips to shush me, and then undressed us both. We made love slowly and tenderly, each satisfied when we finished then rolled over to sleep.

The next morning we basically pretended nothing was out of the ordinary and went about our day. Our routines made it easy, but I did feel a little flutter of nervousness each morning when we kissed and said our goodbyes before heading to work.

I didn’t have to wait long. Thursday morning Amanda said her lines, repeating the code phrase with only a hint of nervousness in her voice. I could barely focus on work all day long. Then I realized that I needed to find something to do with myself for the time I was supposed to be at my work function and Amanda was pretending to bed the stranger. I was the last to leave the office then killed the last bit of time having a beer at a bar not too far from the house. The neighborhood was a meaningless blur as I walked the last few blocks to home and checked my watch to make sure I was on time.

Just inside the door I found a pair of Amanda’s sexiest heels thrown askew. A bright red dress, probably my favorite outfit, was in a heap at the base of the stairs. The bedroom door was slightly ajar; a pair of red, lace panties hung idly on the doorknob. I paused to gather myself then entered and began my lines.

Pulling back the sheet I took in the site of her beautiful sex: a bit red, a bit open, and just a hint of cum. A fleshy, veined dildo and a turkey baster adorned her nightstand. I dove in and we both went wild. I detected a slightly saltier flavor than our first run with Ms. Nikita. Apparently, we were moving toward realism. My training had begun. It wasn’t unpleasant and the overall taste was still dominated by Amanda’s own, which I absolutely crave. The tiny bit of cum at her entrance hid a large load still lurking deep in her pussy. She must have waited with the baster until right before I entered the room. It took a lot more work, more tongue fucking, and more sucking greedily at her hole to get it all. She came hard and fast as I ate her, barely letting me catch my breath before jamming my face back into her cunt for another round. She’d never been so forceful or demanding before. I could get used to this. I decided to forgive her for not following Ms. Nikita’s strict instructions to the letter.

When my turn arrived I noticed bruises I’d not seen on her hips from where I manhandled her on our first go. In spite of that, my desperate need to fuck her meant I was just as rough this time. The sound of our bodies smacking together was loud and obscene. I surprised even myself with the loud roar I let out as I emptied myself into her and collapsed. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me so tight it was almost difficult to take a breath. A smile accompanied a tear in her eye as we kissed and expressed our love for one another before falling fast asleep arms and legs intertwined.

—–

Our individual debriefs with Ms Nikita were quick but energizing. She seemed so happy with how we’d both responded and peppered us with questions about sensations and emotions. She probed me for any feelings of jealousy or shame. “How are you doing with the adultery aspect of this fantasy? How does the word ‘cuckold’ make you feel?”

I surprised myself when I had to admit that the feelings of jealousy were the main drivers of my arousal. When I urged Amanda to sleep with another man after my night with Lindsey I was focused on equity. But now I had to admit that it was the image of her being taken by another man that was my favorite part of the fantasy. The creampie was a close second even though it was the longer standing kink, but it felt impossible to truly separate the two.

There was no question in either of our minds that we were going to continue to play with this fantasy for a long while. I suggested, however, that seeing the turkey baster on the nightstand was spoiling the illusion. She encouraged us to get creative within the structure she’d given us, varying place and time and even who was in charge. I couldn’t help but dream about having Amanda take the lead while I played the reluctant husband.

The following Friday night Amanda announced she’d be going out for drinks with Lindsey. I chuckled to myself realizing that at some point she actually would meet up with Lindsey for drinks some evening and I’d be left high and dry thinking about our new code phrase.

“I’ll be home around 10:30, but you should just go to bed. Don’t wait up for me.”

I tried to busy myself throughout the evening, but I couldn’t shake the intense feelings of excitement and anticipation. The clock seemed to just creep along, minutes seeming like hours. Finally, around 10:00 I got ready for bed, took a shower, and sat naked in bed to read my current book. Well, attempted to read… I had to reread almost every page two or three times since I couldn’t focus on anything but the clock.

10:30 turned into 10:45 and then 11:00. About five past I heard the door open downstairs and Amanda came in. A few more minutes passed like hours before she stepped into the bedroom. Immediately she startled, looking like she’d somehow been caught. “Oh babe! I didn’t think you’d still be up. Sorry… I lost track of time.” She slowly moved toward the bathroom. “I… I am just going to take a quick shower before bed.”

“Wait… I’ve been waiting up for you.” I flashed the big smile I always give her when I’m in the mood. “Why don’t you come straight to bed? Then we can both shower after.”

“Oh, no… I can’t…. I mean, well… Let me take a quick shower and freshen up. The bar was packed and hot tonight. I’m all sweaty.” She had stopped close enough to my side of the bed that I reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer. She resisted slightly until I gave her a little tug. Her eyes were wide. There was a look of fear creeping in.

“I’m sure you’re fine. We’ve made love when we’re out camping and haven’t showered in days. I don’t mind. Besides… I’ve been thinking about eating your pussy all night. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“No. No oral tonight, at least for me. How about I go down on you tonight and we’ll stay in bed and play all day in the morning?”

Now that she was closer, I began to smell her. The scent of sex upped my passion even more, but I had to play my part. I dropped her hand and sat up a little straighter. I switched into my pissed off voice. “What the fuck, babe? You don’t want to play, but from where I’m sitting I think you ALREADY HAVE. Care to explain why you’re waltzing in here a half hour late and you come in the door smelling like sex?”

The look of fear intensified. Her acting was ten times better than mine; she was really throwing herself into this. “I don’t. I told you, the bar was really warm. I’m just all sweaty. It’s just sweat. See? I need to take a shower.”

I grabbed her hand again quickly and pulled her right up next to me. Before she could pull back I wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in to smell her, almost burying my nose in her crotch. She let out a whimper as I took in a deep breath, then pushed her away. “That is not sweat. You smell like 1AM on a wedding night! Talk! I want to know where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing. And don’t give me this bullshit about a warm bar with Lindsey.”

Despite the anger in my voice I was getting more and more aroused. I wondered if she’d been sitting in her car getting herself off–pounding herself with her dildo. This was more than just a hint of wet pussy. God she smelled so good! I bet there was also some new musky smell to the recipe that Ms. Nikita had given her. She did say that it would get more and more realistic over time. I could feel my whole body heating up.

Amanda looked defeated. Her shoulders slumped and she looked down at her bare feet as she started to explain. “I did go to the bar with Lindsey, but she left with a guy after barely thirty minutes. So, I was alone at the bar, fending off drink offers. While I was doing that another guy poured into the open chair next to me and ordered a drink. He completely ignored me so I thought, ‘Great… at least one guy is leaving me alone.’ After the fourth guy made his case and was rebuffed the guy next to me apologized for the parade of interested guys. He said this place was kind of a pick-up joint, which was clearly true after Lindsey had met somebody and left for his place before I finished my first glass of wine. Every guy in this place, he said, is thinking the same thing: this woman is the hotted one in the bar tonight. I laughed and asked if he thought so too.”

“He responded with a yes, but immediately changed the subject. We shared a few more glasses of wine and I let my guard down. I asked him why he wasn’t trying to take me home. He just smiled and said that you just have to let these things happen. I was buzzed and riding high from all the attention I’d been getting. I haven’t been hit on in a bar since we first started dating. I completely lost track of time. It was exhilarating. Fun. A huge ego boost. I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly had the urge to kiss him. I grabbed his hand impulsively and pulled him outside into the dark street. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to do a little flirting. Maybe kiss him and let him feel me up before parting and coming home.”

“But once his tongue was in my mouth I must have stopped thinking altogether. My hormones took over. He pressed me against the brick wall and we made out desperately. His hands were all over my ass, grabbing and kneading. I felt like I was on fire. He pushed my dress up and mauled my bare cheeks, occasionally tugging my thong gently to put pressure on my pussy. When he worked one hand around and ran his fingers up the length of my pussy pushing my panties into my wetness I knew I’d lost control. I moaned into his mouth and told him to take me somewhere and fuck me. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Within minutes we were inside his apartment; another sixty seconds and our clothes were in a heap on his floor. It all happened so fast, I never stopped to think. There was no foreplay, no build up. He was inside me seconds after hitting the bed.”

“My body was primed. I was soaked and he sunk inside in a single stroke. The fucking was fast and intense. I came on his cock over and over and when he was ready, he thrust as deep as he could go and spurted again and again inside me. As I came back to earth I realized what I’d done so I pushed him off of me, dressed frantically, and rushed home. I got inside and just stood in the kitchen knowing how badly I fucked up. I hadn’t decided what to do yet–should I hide it or confess? I still wasn’t sure.”

“So, yes… I was heading to the shower because I could feel his cum running out of my pussy and soaking my thong. It’s still inside me. I needed to clear my head and dispose of the evidence under a hot shower. I’m sorry babe. I know that I’ve really screwed up. I know what I did was wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Her voice was cracking. A few tears were streaking down her cheek. I was floored. Impressed. Horny as hell.

All through her confession I felt lightheaded as all the blood rushed to my cock. I felt like steel. The sheet covering me was tenting and even a bit of wetness had soaked through at the tip. When Amanda raised her eyes she didn’t look me in the eye, but she stared at my hard cock. I wasn’t sure what was next in her script, but if I was supposed to be playing hard to get I was doing a horrible job of it.

Her next words came out in a whisper. “Are… are you getting hard?” Her eyes met mine and a look of relief momentarily took over as she saw the undisguised lust in my gaze. “I come home and tell you that I just fucked a stranger from a bar…. And you get a hard-on? You’re not mad?”

I was beyond forming words at this point so I just took her hand and squeezed it. Her other hand grasped the sheet and slowly pulled it down exposing my cock. The soft sheet moving over my sensitive head felt delicious. She pulled her hands back and frantically pulled her dress over her head. Her bra went flying across the room then she hopped on the bed and pulled my feet down until I was flat and my head rested on my pillow.

“You’re into this? You really want my sloppy seconds?” I nodded and she started to inch up my body fixated on my erection. For a moment I thought she was going to skip the creampie and just impale herself on my cock. At the last second she looked up and got a wicked smile. “I think I have a better idea.” She scootched forwarding straddled my head. I could see the slick, wet spot on the crotch of her panties and licked my lips. Even though this was our third time doing this I still felt that nervous energy–my body conflicted between the voice telling me that this was not what men do… and the voice screaming how badly I wanted it. Our previous outings now felt amateurish compared to the fantasy we were spinning tonight.

Her eyes pierced through mine gleaming with lust and mischief. “You’ve been waiting here all night to eat my pussy. Who am I to deny you?” One hand steadied her on the headboard; the other pulled her panties to the side. Her lips were red and there was a trail of cum down the length of her slit. She lowered herself onto my face and I took my first tentative lick up her length.

Sticky cum clung to my tongue as I gathered all that was outside in my mouth. It was a little thicker and globbier than the previous times. The taste had changed again, too–a little less sweet, more funk, a bit of saltiness. I’d tasted my own cum of course, curious after masterbating, and I knew now that each time the flavors were going to edge closer and closer to the real thing. When I’d sampled my own after cumming the flavor wasn’t horrible, but I had no interest in more than that quick taste. The feverish desire that makes everything sound possible as I’m desperate to cum vanished with the first spurt of my orgasm. It was always that way. This was different. The taste didn’t bother me at all. I had the same drive to clean her–to swallow it all–that I often felt before my orgasm. Eating my own cum from her pussy would never excite me. Perhaps that was part of why the fantasy of Amanda being taken by another man was so intensely opposite.

Amanda moaned in arousal as I worked my tongue everywhere to get it all. I stabbed deep inside her and was rewarded by another remnant of “the stranger’s” cum. Her pussy was still relaxed and open from whatever she’d used to fuck herself, pulsing in response to my tongue. She mumbled incoherently as I worked her clit over and over. Her hips began to move of their own will. She was close. A long, drawn out ‘oooohhhhhhhh’ escaped as both hands went to my head. She thrust her whole body down harder on my face and pushed me deeper against her with all her might. I struggled to breathe but never stopped licking as she rode out her pleasure on my face.

Even more lightheaded than before I drew in a long, desperate breath when she pulled away. She crab-walked toward my feet, managing to pull her panties off her feet in the same motion. She flipped them inside out with the slick, cummy mess facing me then unceremoniously wadded them and forced them in my mouth. I sucked the wet gusset as she dropped onto my cock hard. She slammed into me over and over as we both bucked to orgasm. Her cries drowned out any other noise as I grabbed her hips and forced my cum as deep inside her as I could manage. Her orgasm was quick and sharp while mine seemed to go on forever.

I luxuriated in the tangles of her long hair as we both came down to earth. Over our heavy breathing she whispered she loved me over and over. I felt a few tears run from her cheek onto my neck. I fumbled some blankets over our bodies and held her as tight as I could while we nuzzled each other, cooing softly. As I softened I felt the cum run out of her pussy for the second time, my own coating my balls while the taste of the first lingered in my mouth. We were fast asleep in moments, still intertwined. No one showered this night, unconcerned with the sights and smells of our spent bodies.

Sometime during the night we parted and slept like the dead, waking with the sun since no one had the energy to pull the shades before drifting off. Amanda had cuddled back into me as the little spoon some time in the early morning. My morning erection pressed warm into the cleft of her ass as I replayed the events of the previous night in my head. Eventually she wiggled her ass against my hardness, remarking with a giggle: “I see someone is up early this morning.”

I turned her head to me, kissing her leisurely until she was responding. My arm snaked over her hips in search of her pussy. Without the need for words she raised her knee up and planted her foot to give me free rein to stroke her. Gone was the intensity and urgency of the night before, replaced by soft, tender gestures and the patience to let our love build. When I felt she was ready I unfolded myself and trailed kisses across her breasts and tummy to end below. A few pillows strategically positioned and comfortably settled in, I licked her for a long time resting my head against her thigh for support. Fingers massaged my scalp as I made love to her with my tongue. Her pussy was still funky from our late night fucking but the only sign of my cum was the slightly sticky texture on her lips. When she came it was long and low bringing only a slight shudder from her body. She pulled me up and then into her, making love with the same tenderness as before.

No words were spoken as we joined, came, napped, then repeated it all again. It was after noon when our stomaches finally forced us from bed. As we showered before rushing out to find brunch, Amanda broke the silence. “I love you more than anything.” We embraced under the warm water, then practically ran to get dressed and seek out food. Like previous times that was all that was said about the night’s fantasy escapades. I had no idea where she went or how she passed the time, much less how and where she ensured that she had that freshly-fucked look. I knew that she kept the secret concoction in the kitchen as I’d seen a mason jar of something resembling cum in the back of the fridge. I didn’t ask questions because I was content.

—-

The weekend came and I was starting to crave our fantasy again. Amanda must have felt the same way as I didn’t have to wait long before we dove in again. The following Friday Amanda informed me in a simple but commanding voice without elaboration that she would be out late and I shouldn’t wait up for her. I understood immediately, giddy both for the opportunity to play and for the hint in her tone that we’d be experimenting with the script.

I took a shower and got into bed naked shortly before 10:00. I really had no idea when to expect her based on the vague instructions I got his time. Around 11:15 I heard the door open downstairs then some activity in the kitchen. Only a few moments passed before she came into the bedroom wearing a scandalously short, filmy sundress that was almost sheer in the right light. It struck me that this was not the much more conservative outfit she was wearing when she left. She’d missed a button on one side so it was crooked and a bit wrinkled. In her hand she had a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals pinched together and her sheer, black bra hooked over one of the heels. She cast them to the side and approached the bed, unbuttoning the disheveled dress as she went. It was obvious she’d dressed in a hurry. Which meant she’d undressed somewhere first!

“Baby… Do you know where I’ve been? I’ve been a very bad wife tonight. Lindsey left the bar with a guy she met tonight and I was left in a booth with his friend. He started to get a bit handsy, but just as I was about to brush him away I thought of Lindsey. She was bedding a new man tonight that she’d been getting all worked up while the four of us had a few drinks. And then I had a vision of you feeding your cock into her mouth… riding her… fucking her… And I said to myself, ‘Why not? Why shouldn’t I get to play too?'”

The dress hit the floor and she stood before me, tall and proud. Her nipples were hard and tight. She wore only the sheer panties that matched the now discarded bra. I was partially sitting up in bed, loosely covered in the sheet as before. My hard cock was tenting the sheets and leaving a faint trail of precum wherever it touched. This was certainly different from last time. I was excited and thrilled and nervous. From the foot of the bed she grabbed the sheets, tore them from the bed, and sent them flying into the corner with her bra. A sudden feeling of vulnerability washed over me and I unconsciously covered my erection with my hands. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist, pushing me back down onto the pillow.

“You know how hurt I was when I found out that you’d slept with Lindsey. She was vulnerable and confused, but you knew exactly what you were doing. I’ve still not fully forgiven you for betraying me like that. But I’ve made up my mind that I will. Now that I’ve evened the score. Yes… I left the bar with him. I went to his apartment and fucked him silly. Are you picturing that now? My legs in the air. Knees pressed into my tits. He kissed and nibbled my toes as he fucked me. I diddled my clit furiously as he pounded me. I must have cum three or four times. It was exquisite knowing you were here at home while a strange cock was filling me up. How does that feel? How does it feel to know that I’ve given what is rightfully yours to another man? Hmmm?”

I wasn’t sure how or even if I was supposed to respond. All I could think to do was to look down her body to see the wet stain in the crotch of her panties. I swallowed nervously as I knew the fantasy stranger’s cum had made a sticky mess in her panties.

“Are you ready to be forgiven, baby? There’s only one more thing I need from you and we’ll put all of this behind this. You can be my adoring husband once more and I’ll be your devoted wife. Do you want that, baby?” She scooted slowly up my body until her crotch was directly over my face. Suddenly the smell of sex hit me. She pulled her panties to the side and pushed her sex into my mouth.

“You know what to do. This final shame and we’re even. The cuckold cleans his cheating wife’s used cunt. He swallows the other man’s cum. And then he’s forgiven.” Everything was moving fast and out of control. I felt unsteady and confused as to how to respond. I apparently hesitated too long so to show me who was in control tonight she made a fist in my hair and pushed me roughly into the sticky mess. Still slightly dazed I put my tongue to good use but she still wasn’t satisfied. From my vantage point I could only see her breasts hanging down and my demure wife’s thrilled look of power gazing down. This served to double the surprise when she reached back and gave my cock a hard slap that certainly got my attention.

“Suck. It. Out.”

I dove in in a desperate desire to please her. My lips made an O around her opening and I alternated between literally sucking her and tongue fucking her to get all the cum that remained inside her. She barked out orders. I dutifully fulfilled them. She came with a vengeance that almost scared me, pressing my face into her so hard that I struggled to take a breath as my nose was buried int the slight fluff of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She thrust her hips into me in almost the same motion mine take involuntarily when I’m fucking her. Finally spent, she sat back onto my chest. She was panting from the exertion of such a violent cum, but never relaxed her grip on my hair.

Normally this was the moment she moved to my cock. Instead she surprised me by pushing forward for another round of oral. After a second triumphant orgasm she sat back and reached around to stroke my cock idly with one hand. Her fingers felt exquisite as she smeared precum around the head of my cock and gave me a lazy hand job. I was beginning to get close but before I had a chance to warn her the hand was gone and her pussy was in my mouth. Power seemed to excite her. She was a woman possessed as the pattern repeated itself two more times–two more orgasms for her; twitching, frustrating emptiness each time she stopped just short of making me cum.

I groaned in frustration as my hips tried to follow her retreating hand after the last edging she gave me. Again I hoped that this would be the moment I’d be allowed to cum, but no… SHE ROLLED OFF ME AND TURNED OUT THE LIGHT! I was on the verge of madness. I NEEDED to cum–I’d never been so close like this without relief. In the darkness she rolled me onto my side and spooned me from behind. Light kisses peppered my neck as she dragged her hand up over my hips, around my chest–stopping every now and then to pinch my nipples–then back to my cock where she brought me almost to heaven two more times.

Her hand was gone. I felt a blanket pulled over us and then both arms hugging me back into her chest. “You’re forgiven baby. I love you. Good night.” Then she promptly fell asleep snoring lightly in my ear.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. There was no way to stop the racing of my heart threatening to burst from my chest with adrenaline. My predicament began to sink in as my lonesome cock still jerked and twitched in protest and my balls ached fiercely. Briefly I thought about jerking off but there was no way to escape Amanda’s bear hug; moreover I was pretty sure that her intention was for me to lay awake unfulfilled until slumber overtook frustration.

I awoke to the sensation of Amanda sucking me gently to hardness. Memories of the night came flooding back and it wasn’t long before I was calling out her name as she emptied my aching balls into her stomach. I chuckled silently thinking to myself that it was about time someone else around here was swallowing some cum besides me. She held me still in her soft mouth as I softened, tense and motionless for fear of any stimulation on my tingling, oversensitive member. The sensitivity passed and my body and the tension poured out of my body slowly from my toes to my scalp. Amanda suckled me as my erection came back to life, then rose and pulled me into the bathroom.

We kissed warmly waiting for the shower to warm–the taste of my cum still lingering in her mouth didn’t bother me. We soaped each other all over as our slick bodies slid skin-on-skin. Amanda turned and put her arms on the wall, leant forward, and put one foot up on the little, tile step she uses when shaving. Her upturned ass was an unmistakeable invitation. I slipped into her bit by bit, giving her time to adjust to my cock. She was clearly a little sensitive after last night, but moaned softly once I was fully inside. Languidly we made love until I came again, surprised at how much cum I still produced after the fantastic blowjob. All that edging certainly added up.

I stepped back to catch my balance. Amanda swung around to face me. Then, with a wicked grin, she squatted down and flexed her muscles pushing glob after glob of my cum out in a thick stream and down the drain. Satisfied with her naughty display, she stood, kissed me, and said, “I love you.” before stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself with a towel. As was our habit, we got dressed quietly while still giving each other fervent glances of affection, then we got on with our day with no discussion of either last night’s or this morning’s adventures.

—-

The details changed as the story ebbed and flowed, but we played constantly over the next few months. Generally, we were playing at least once a month, but usually no longer than every two to three weeks. We made love normally as well, never going more than a few days before one of us would tackle the other and drag them to bed. It was pure bliss. I’d never been happier nor more in love with my amazing wife. And so I never asked questions. But I should have.

It was an unremarkable Thursday afternoon when I got home a little earlier than normal. I’d just made it through the door and was about to call out and announce myself when I heard a sound that alarmed me. Crying.

Concerned I started toward the bedroom but stopped short when I heard Amanda’s voice clearly through her sobbing: “But you said he’d KNOW… he’d FIGURE IT OUT! It’s been almost six months. This has gotten out of control. I don’t even know how to tell him anymore. It’s been going on too long. What’s he going to say when he learns that it’s all been REAL… not just some role play game we’ve been playing.”

My blood ran cold as her words hit me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I froze for an instant but immediately realized I had to get out of there. I backed down the hall as quiet as a mouse and fled the house. Ten minutes later, a glass of whiskey in hand, I sat at a bar staring into space and replaying Amanda’s pained words over and over. The person on the other end of the phone could only have been Ms. Nikita. I hadn’t even thought of her in weeks, maybe months. But she and Amanda must still have been in contact.

I tried to wrap my mind around the truth: Amanda’s affair was real. Somewhere she had stopped role playing and was actually telling me the truth with each slutty confession. How did I feel? What was I going to do? Who was this guy? Did it even matter?

I tried to stick to the facts.

1. Every few weeks we had been acting out the fantasy Ms. Nikita guided us through.

2. Each time my wife would confess or get caught in her adultery.

3. Each time in the heat of passion I’d eat the man’s cum from her used pussy.

4. He was real.

5. And there was none of this “special recipe” any more–I’d really swallowed another man’s cum from my wife’s recently fucked pussy.

6. And I’d loved every minute of it.

7. And I’ve never felt closer to her in all the years we’d been together.

So, where did that leave me? What was I going to do? That was the most important question. Thoughts were swirling about me in a maelstrom of emotions. But I kept coming back to the same place.

I pulled some bills from my wallet and took a determined gulp from my glass.

And I walked home, opened the door, strode across the living room to where Amanda was perched in her favorite chair, and took her by the hand without a word. Then I pulled her upstairs and made love to my amazing, beautiful, loving, sexy wife who was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

And I said nothing.

——

I spent the next week doting on Amanda every occasion I could, stopping just short of where I thought she’d start thinking I’d done something wrong. There was lots of snuggling, holding hands, and everything I could think of to make her feel loved. If she was still struggling with guilt and confusion she hid it well. On Wednesday I did something I hadn’t done since the whole fantasy adventure had transformed our sex life: I dropped a hint. Since the start, she’d been in control of when and how the next episode would play out.

We were cleaning up after dinner and she was at the sink. “Oh, hey hun… Just wanted to let you know that I’ve got a ‘work thing’ Friday night and there’s no way I’ll be home a minute before 7:30.” I watched her carefully trying to act casual all the while searching for any signs of doubt or fear. She froze for a moment but kept her gaze fixed at the pile of dishes in the sink. I’d definitely broken the pattern, but she didn’t acknowledge the oddity.

“Oh… is that so?” I held my breath waiting for her to continue. “Hmmm, I’ll have to see what that does to my plans. Maybe I’ll go out with Lindsey.”

There’d been two code phrases since the start: she ‘went out with Lindsey’ or I had a ‘work thing’. But she always initiated it by telling me she was going out with Lindsey or by asking, “Don’t you have a ‘work thing’ on Friday?” When she was going out that meant she was either going to come sneaking home and would be surprised that I was still up or–and if I’m honest, this was my favorite–she was going to stride in confident and dominant and control everything. When I had a ‘work thing’ it meant that I was supposed to come home early and catch her right after he’d left. Following Ms. Nikita’s instructions to the letter, I would come home exactly thirty minutes earlier than the time we discussed.

“That probably means you won’t be home before 7:30 at the earliest, huh?”

“Definitely… there’s no way we’ll be done before 7:30.”

“I’ll call Lindsey in the morning. Maybe she and I can go out to that bar she loves so much. I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

Every first Friday of the month her office shut down at 4:00 and gave everyone an early start on their weekend. Factoring in commute, that meant she’d be home by 5:00. So I was giving her two hours for her dalliance. When I was still in the dark, it never occurred to me that there was anything special about when we played but now I understood that there was a mystery man, and the mystery man’s schedule, to be factored in too.

I was on pins and needles all the next day; the suspense was fucking killing me. Finally, just as we were sitting down to dinner Amanda dropped, “Oh, yeah… I almost forgot. Lindsey’s free so we’re going to meet up at her bar after work. Don’t hurry home for me. I’ll be busy.” I nearly spilled wine everywhere in my excitement.

Friday was on.

——–

We got ready for work in the morning as if nothing out of the ordinary were going on. I kissed her goodbye as we parted at the corner and headed to our separate buses. “Have a great day today babe. I love you.” Right after lunch I left the office to ‘meet a client’ and rushed home. I made sure to leave no signs of my presence anywhere in the house and busied myself rearranging things in my closet to create enough space for a couple pillows where I could make myself comfortable for a few hours. I couldn’t stop watching the clock while I waited. At 3:00 I took another shower, more to relax myself than anything else, and made my final preparations.

A few minutes to 5:00 I caught sight of Amanda hurrying up the street towards the house so I moved into my secret perch. I heard the front door open and close. Moments later she entered the bedroom. I was thankful that I’d still not gotten around to replacing the closet doors with the horizontal slats with the nicer, solid wood doors that Amanda had been pestering me about for almost two years now. She disappeared into the walk-in she used for her clothes and was out of sight for a minute or two. A naked blur carrying a small package zoomed through into the bathroom where I heard the shower start, run for a few minutes, then shut off.

The anticipation was almost too much. This plan seemed brilliant in the moment, but now I was beginning to second guess the voyeuristic spying idea. Was I really ready to watch quietly while my wife fucked another man totally unaware of my presence? Fuck… what if there really was something between them? What might they talk about–things not meant for my ears? In my head I’d honestly forgotten to consider that they’d do anything other than fuck loudly and wordlessly.

It didn’t matter anyway. I was committed now. Amanda stepped out of the bathroom still naked except for the smoky, evening makeup; her perfectly coiffed long hair flowing over her shoulders; and the small box in hand. She opened the box and ruffled through tissue paper to remove what I assumed to be lingerie since I could barely see it as she laid it out on the bed.

She stepped into a black, lace g-string and pulled it slowly up her legs until it sank seductively into the cleft of her ass. I had to try not to gasp when she turned and I saw the front. They were lacy with delicate red floral embroidery and a small bow at the top. And they were tiny. But that wasn’t the surprising part. All they really did was frame her sex; they were completely open leaving her pussy totally exposed–her completely clean shaven pussy. We’ll, that’s new, I thought to myself. I was so focused on her sex that I almost missed her slipping into the matching sheer-and-embroidered bra. My cock swelled from the lewd display.

More ruffling of tissue paper was followed by a matching garter belt which hung loose as she sat on the bed to roll each stocking up her long, smooth legs. She spun a few times in front of the full length mirror once everything was fastened and smoothed into place. I adjusted my pants as she disappeared into the closet, returning in her shiny, black Christian Louboutin stilettos.

I had a sudden epiphany that every time we were acting out our fantasy she either was wearing or carrying lingerie I’d never seen her in before. Apparently, she had a whole cache of secret, fuck-me lingerie she wore just for him. The most I ever saw of them was a pile on the floor or a cum-stained pair of panties pulled to the side while I ate her or stuffed into my mouth while she tormented me. If my entire body weren’t on fire with lust, I probably would have felt jealous. As it was, my cock was doing all the thinking I could manage.

The doorbell rang, breaking both of us from our thoughts. She took one last look in the mirror, ran her hands over her breasts, taught stomach, and over her hips. She looked absolutely stunning. She strode confidently from the room with the grace that few women muster in those impossibly high, spiky shoes. Fuck… she was going to the door dressed like that? My god….

It was barely a minute before she reappeared, pulling a man behind her by the hand. I could just see his back as he stared at her while she moved and turned with a sultry gaze that made my mouth water.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time, David. They’re gorgeous.”

“YOU are gorgeous. The lingerie is just icing.”

Amanda giggled like a schoolgirl–a noise I hadn’t heard in years. Oh, yes, the novelty of someone new must have been intoxicating. She was clearly thriving on the fresh attention. “Icing, eh? That must make me the cake.”

“Well, you *do* look good enough to eat in those panties.”

“You like?” She did a little curtsy to one side with her hips. Even though she had her legs pressed together there was no hiding her bare pussy peaking from its lace dressing. He didn’t reply–just nod his head slowly. I’m sure we both wore the same salivating look of awe on our faces. “But you know that’s off limits, baby… No other man’s lips will ever kiss me there.”

My god, this was even harder than I thought it was going to be. They hadn’t even touched yet and I was ready to blow in my shorts. I was also genuinely touched. It was the first indication that this was still all part of Ms. Nikita’s plan, not my wife’s desire to replace me.

David–as I now knew his name to be–let out a low groan of frustration that left me nodding from my cushions in the closet. “Ughhhh. I know. It was never part of the deal. You can’t blame a guy for trying, though. Especially with that freshly waxed pussy winking at me from the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen. I secretly hoped that since this is our last time together you might spoil me.”

“I know how much you want it, sorry. And I’m sorry this is our last time. My husband is beginning to suspect something.” This brought a slight chuckle from both of them and a jolt of embarrassment from my gut. “Besides, we’re almost to the six month mark anyway. But I still want this to be special.”