Tony my cuckold husband took me out this afternoon, after i had got back from seeing Lawrence last night, and then telling him about my antics. He's a bit lumbering, a tad embarrassing to be seen out with I suppose, but 'devoted' is Tony's middle name and he wanted to thank me for leading such a raunchy lifestyle.
I wore a smart business suit, a tight little tailored skirt and high heeled court shoes, very miss prim and perfect. Tony wanted to make a special purchase with me. I wore my hair up, a string of pearls that Tony's mother had given me and added a squirt of expensive perfume. We visited a jewellers and to my surprise he asked the assistant to bring out a Cartier watch that cost a fortune! It was exquisite, very chique and sat on my wrist just perfectly. 'I want to have it engraved on the back' he whispered, trying to manage the conversation discretely in front of the male shop assistant. 'I thought we might interlace the letters A and L.' I held up my hand for him to kiss and he caressed it dutifully. It must have looked very gallant to the assistant!
I said, 'Lawrence will require a matching watch, so that others will know that we are an item'. It was a truly audacious thing to say, but Tony just murmured, 'of course.' Why was I feeling such a bitch. the urge was terrible...irresistable. 'You know this is more expensive than a tattoo with Lawrence's name on my bottom' I said nonchalantly and in full ear shot of the apparently emotionless jeweller. Tony just followed suit, responding to the cruel conversation game that we were playing. 'I know...but I hope you'll hold off on that for a while. It's just so permament somehow' he pleaded. I don't know what the assistant thought, but from that point on he switched all his attention to me! It was as if Tony was just my secretary. I'm sure that he didn't sell that many expensive watches in response to a whim of this sort! He didn't blink an eye though at the fact that this malleable man was being manipulated to support my affair.
The attendant and I settled on the matching man's watch, the largest size to suit Lawrence's big powerful wrist. I imagined it against his ebony skin,sliding down onto his powerful hands, his agile black fingers playing in and out of my cunny. I imagined how aroused he would feel, that the soft husband had spent so much to encourage him to go on servicing me. I then directed Tony to pay for the watches with his plastic and we left the shop- and felt such a spoilt madam.
This is such a small interlude isn't it? There's not a cock in sight, but i realise now that much of the magic of cuckolding is in the head as well as the boxer shorts. I will wear this watch and every time Tony sees it he will remember that I open my legs only to another man. It is a token of the rut or something, a clear capitulation, a hand over of power. 'Thank you' I said to him, admiring it, 'it suits me perfectly', almost as though it was a bouquet of flowers, a book or something quite incidental.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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