So to continue from basically from where I left off in part one (please check it out first if you haven't), my husband had given me the ok to cuckold him after finding out I'd been cheating anyway. I'd been scared he'd divorce me, but it turned out my cheating turned him on, and he wanted to know the details. Although I didn't understand at first, I quickly learned about cuckolds from books and the net and decided I had a good thing going.
This is the account of the first night I cuckolded my husband with his full knowledge, after we agreed I would.
One evening I came out of the bedroom wearing a slut-short, strapless, little black dress and heels.
I said to my husband, Tim, "Ok, honey, you thought I've been having "girls night out" once or twice a week. Well, as you now know, I haven't. I've been dating men. I've had my share of one night stands, and a few times I've had relationships that lasted for months. In fact, tonight I'm going out to meet a guy named Dave that I've been seeing regularly for almost two months. What do you think about that?"
Tim said, "God, I don't know what to say. Just that you look so hot!"
My husband was glassy-eyed, and the bulge in his pants let me know I was on the right track.
On purpose, I dropped my car keys on the floor, and bent over to pick them up.
"You're not wearing panties! Not even a thong. Nothing," my husband said, half excited, half offended.
"Tim, I go commando a lot. This is just the first time I let you catch me. Some of the boyfriends I've dated would have torn them off anyway, and I don't want to risk ruining a favorite pair."
Tim looked bewildered for a few seconds. Finally he said, "Please Shayla, I want to go down on you so bad right now."
I told him no. I didn't want his saliva messing up my freshly groomed pussy. He looked so disappointed I honestly felt sorry for him, so I lifted my skirt and told him he could kiss my ass before I left. He did.
No surprise, he was waiting up when I got home.
His eyes got wide and he said, "You really look disheveled." He likes to use words like that.
"You mean well fucked? Yeah, as a matter fact I am. Since you made it clear you want to know details, the truth is, Dave reaches places you never could. He's huge and gets hard as steel, and he knows how to get a good rhythm going. And Mmmm," I said, as I stretched, "he can take me over the edge and give me one orgasm after another after another. My pussy's still quivering."
Tim took his cock out and started jerking. I just didn't want to see him doing that at the time, so I told him to quit. He did, but he was so hard he couldn't put it back. I walked over and pulled his shirt out of his pants and let it drape over his cock. It made him look even sillier, but I just didn't want to see it at that point.
I was tired, so I sat down on the sofa, leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Tim stood quietly for a minute.
Finally he said, "I've just noticed, this is the first time I haven't seen you head for the shower after you get home."
"Well, Tim, since you know everything, why should I try to hide what I've been doing anymore? I can relax from now on when I get home, and I'm going to."
"You know, you don't really have to take a shower at all," he whispered, sort of sheepish like.
"You really are a perv aren't you," I said, shaking my head.
After resting for awhile, I got up and opened the door to my son's room to look in on him as he slept, then I headed toward the master bedroom.
I figured, I'm tired, so I'll take Tim up on his offer. I'll just go right to bed and shower in the morning.
When Tim saw me kick off my heels, remove my dress, and then climb in to my side of the bed, he gasped. Before that night, I rarely slept totally nude with Tim (I usually wore a long t-shirt as a night shirt), and certainly not after I came home fresh from a date. He removed his own clothes in record time and got in beside me. He snuggled up to me. I didn't respond in kind, but I didn't push him away.
"God, Shayla, I can smell him on you."
"Well, that's not a surprise, Tim. I haven't showered, and I just finished fucking him about an hour ago."
"You're so beautiful, so sexy."
Tim started kissing my neck, but I just ignored him.
He slowly pulled the sheet down to my waist and said, "You've got little bite marks and red areas on your tits and midriff!"
"They're on my legs and ass too. Again, baby, not a surprise. I've been fucked by a real man."
Tim slowly, almost reverently, kissed his way from my neck all the way down to my waist.
He pulled the sheet a little farther down and saw my swollen, red, gaping pussy.
As soon as his lips touched my labia, I said, "No! Stop it! I'm sore!"
I wasn't saying that to humiliate him. I really was sore and I didn't want to be touched any more that night.
He moved away from my pussy and started kissing my thighs and moved down my legs to my feet.
He started to work his way back up, but I said, "That's enough, Tim. I need to sleep and so do you."
I used my legs to nudge him off, then I pulled the sheet back up and I went to sleep. Tim tried to sleep for awhile, but he got up and went to the bathroom. I knew he was jacking off in there. He admitted it later.
So that was the first night I officially cuckolded Tim after we had agreed that I'd not hide anything from him anymore. Drop me an email and I'll continue if your still interested.
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