| Author: | Abby Adams | ISBN: | 1230000107115 |
| Publisher: | Cuckold, Fantasy | Publication: | September 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Abby Adams |
| ISBN: | 1230000107115 |
| Publisher: | Cuckold, Fantasy |
| Publication: | September 26, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Excerpt:About two month ago, Sienna had a delicious "confession." "I have a new lover," she stated very directly. He has a beautiful thick cock, and he holds me so tightly when we fuck that it is like our bodies become one. He is so dominant when he fucks me... He can make me do things. I love the smell of his body, and I know this is strange, but I love the taste of his cum. Even when he cums in my pussy, I take him in my mouth afterwards just to milk the last delicious drops of cum from his cock. Sienna's story had me quickly to the edge, and this time I did not even have time to tell her to slow down. Just as I was letting go, she said, "he fucked me right here in this bed this morning while you were at work." "I am sure it would have left a horrible wetspot on our sheets, but I licked and scooped every drop of our juices up." As Sienna cuddled in beside me in our post orgasm bliss, she whispered to me, "sometimes I think you really want that... you cum so hard when I confess." We both drifted off with sweet satisfied smiles. Sienna slept the whole night with her leg splayed over on me, and I reveled in the closeness.
The next morning as I paid the bills, I noticed that there were a number of texts on Sienna's line from a number I did not recognize. While Sienna continued to sleep, I checked her phone, but her texts had been recently deleted. It had been nine hours since I came last night, and I still had the last vestiges of my "morning wood." In my partially aroused state, the little riddle of the text messages gave me more pleasant butterflies than anxiety or jealousy.
A part of my fantasy that I had never shared with Sienna was that doing "detective" work was really arousing to me, and the reality of detective work was just as exciting as the fantasy had been. I grabbed Sienna's paper calendar, as even with the calendar app on her phone, she still preferred a paper calendar. Sienna's calendar is almost a journal, as she tracks her meals, her appointments, the kids schedules, my schedule and even her cycle. At a glance, I could see that she was in her fertile time just before mid cycle, yesterday was my long day, and that it was our neighbor's day to carpool the kids from school to soccer practice. My heart was beating like a drum, and my cheeks were hot. In my focus on the calendar, I had not even noticed that I had pulled my cock out of my boxers. Here I was in the alcove off the bedroom where Sienna was sleeping, standing over Sienna's desk, and jerking my cock to the realization that her role-played confession may have been real. Before I could even reflect on the absurdity of the situation, glistening white ropes of my cum were landing all over the phone records and the calendar.
As my orgasm began to subside, I could hear Sienna turning in the bed. I was just out of her line of sight, and I froze, hoping she did not awaken completely and would doze back off. In hindsight, my orgasm had been so unrestrained that I hoped it had not awakened the kids upstairs, let alone my wife fifteen feet away. Sienna called out to me with a sleepy sly voice. "What has you up so early this morning," Sienna emphasized the word up to assure I caught the double meaning. I could hear the swish of the sheets as her legs swept off the bed, and the gentle padding of her feet hitting the carpet. I was still frozen as she came around the corner, to find me in full glory, cock still in my hand, and the thick clear liquid just starting to separate from the firmer whiter substance in my cum. Sienna smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "If I had known about your love of calendars, I would have gotten you one for Christmas," she teased.
Once again I was frozen, but this time mentally, not physically. Sienna obviously saw that I was stroking over the calendar, but her comment did not respond at all to what I had found so arousing. If she suspected that I had discovered something, she did not give any indication. I joined Sienna in the shower. Her body looked completely relaxed and her eyes were closed as she massaged shampoo into her hair. In my mind, she was completely in pure adored wife role. I reached her hips and turned her towards the shower head. She dropped her head back as I took over massaging her scalp. We wordlessly enjoyed the steam and water together. Just before we stepped out, she looked up at me and gently met my lips. Holding my eyes I felt her hand grazing up my thigh. She gripped the base of my cock, and gave it a sharp tug, almost firm enough to be painful, and in a sweet little voice she said, "perhaps you really do want this." She never specified what "this" was, and I did not quite have the nerve to ask.
Almost a month went by without another mention of what passed between us that morning. But just under a month later, my interest in that day was rekindled. Arriving home late, I could hear Sienna in the shower. The kids were just home from soccer, and I could hear them playing video games in the media room. The mail was sitting on the island in the kitchen. The cell phone bill in the center of the stack caught my eye. I carried it to my room, not wanting to open it in front of the kids. Arriving in the alcove off our bedroom, I tore open the envelope, and there it was... five, six, seven texts a day to the same number... the number that never appeared when I browsed through Sienna's cell phone. I came around the corner into the room, and saw our tussled bed. My pillow was at the end of the bed, folded in half. A wet stain covered the center. I was just bringing the pillow to my face when Sienna grabbed it from my hand.
"Sorry sweety, I used your pillow for my yoga today. Looks like I got it pretty sweaty," She said without a hint of defensiveness. She pulled off my pillow case, throwing it in the hamper and pulling another case from the linen cabinet. Fluffing the pillow she tossed it back up by the headboard. Sex was fantastic that night, but I still couldn't sleep. The room smelled heavy of sex. My pillow smelled heavy of sex. The pieces had all fallen together in my mind, but I did not quite admit to myself that I knew, and I could not quite admit that even knowing, I could not confront Sienna. I did admit to myself however, that on my normal late day, in the peak of Sienna's cycle next month, I would continue my detective work. And this detective work just about gets me to where I began this story...
Excerpt:About two month ago, Sienna had a delicious "confession." "I have a new lover," she stated very directly. He has a beautiful thick cock, and he holds me so tightly when we fuck that it is like our bodies become one. He is so dominant when he fucks me... He can make me do things. I love the smell of his body, and I know this is strange, but I love the taste of his cum. Even when he cums in my pussy, I take him in my mouth afterwards just to milk the last delicious drops of cum from his cock. Sienna's story had me quickly to the edge, and this time I did not even have time to tell her to slow down. Just as I was letting go, she said, "he fucked me right here in this bed this morning while you were at work." "I am sure it would have left a horrible wetspot on our sheets, but I licked and scooped every drop of our juices up." As Sienna cuddled in beside me in our post orgasm bliss, she whispered to me, "sometimes I think you really want that... you cum so hard when I confess." We both drifted off with sweet satisfied smiles. Sienna slept the whole night with her leg splayed over on me, and I reveled in the closeness.
The next morning as I paid the bills, I noticed that there were a number of texts on Sienna's line from a number I did not recognize. While Sienna continued to sleep, I checked her phone, but her texts had been recently deleted. It had been nine hours since I came last night, and I still had the last vestiges of my "morning wood." In my partially aroused state, the little riddle of the text messages gave me more pleasant butterflies than anxiety or jealousy.
A part of my fantasy that I had never shared with Sienna was that doing "detective" work was really arousing to me, and the reality of detective work was just as exciting as the fantasy had been. I grabbed Sienna's paper calendar, as even with the calendar app on her phone, she still preferred a paper calendar. Sienna's calendar is almost a journal, as she tracks her meals, her appointments, the kids schedules, my schedule and even her cycle. At a glance, I could see that she was in her fertile time just before mid cycle, yesterday was my long day, and that it was our neighbor's day to carpool the kids from school to soccer practice. My heart was beating like a drum, and my cheeks were hot. In my focus on the calendar, I had not even noticed that I had pulled my cock out of my boxers. Here I was in the alcove off the bedroom where Sienna was sleeping, standing over Sienna's desk, and jerking my cock to the realization that her role-played confession may have been real. Before I could even reflect on the absurdity of the situation, glistening white ropes of my cum were landing all over the phone records and the calendar.
As my orgasm began to subside, I could hear Sienna turning in the bed. I was just out of her line of sight, and I froze, hoping she did not awaken completely and would doze back off. In hindsight, my orgasm had been so unrestrained that I hoped it had not awakened the kids upstairs, let alone my wife fifteen feet away. Sienna called out to me with a sleepy sly voice. "What has you up so early this morning," Sienna emphasized the word up to assure I caught the double meaning. I could hear the swish of the sheets as her legs swept off the bed, and the gentle padding of her feet hitting the carpet. I was still frozen as she came around the corner, to find me in full glory, cock still in my hand, and the thick clear liquid just starting to separate from the firmer whiter substance in my cum. Sienna smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "If I had known about your love of calendars, I would have gotten you one for Christmas," she teased.
Once again I was frozen, but this time mentally, not physically. Sienna obviously saw that I was stroking over the calendar, but her comment did not respond at all to what I had found so arousing. If she suspected that I had discovered something, she did not give any indication. I joined Sienna in the shower. Her body looked completely relaxed and her eyes were closed as she massaged shampoo into her hair. In my mind, she was completely in pure adored wife role. I reached her hips and turned her towards the shower head. She dropped her head back as I took over massaging her scalp. We wordlessly enjoyed the steam and water together. Just before we stepped out, she looked up at me and gently met my lips. Holding my eyes I felt her hand grazing up my thigh. She gripped the base of my cock, and gave it a sharp tug, almost firm enough to be painful, and in a sweet little voice she said, "perhaps you really do want this." She never specified what "this" was, and I did not quite have the nerve to ask.
Almost a month went by without another mention of what passed between us that morning. But just under a month later, my interest in that day was rekindled. Arriving home late, I could hear Sienna in the shower. The kids were just home from soccer, and I could hear them playing video games in the media room. The mail was sitting on the island in the kitchen. The cell phone bill in the center of the stack caught my eye. I carried it to my room, not wanting to open it in front of the kids. Arriving in the alcove off our bedroom, I tore open the envelope, and there it was... five, six, seven texts a day to the same number... the number that never appeared when I browsed through Sienna's cell phone. I came around the corner into the room, and saw our tussled bed. My pillow was at the end of the bed, folded in half. A wet stain covered the center. I was just bringing the pillow to my face when Sienna grabbed it from my hand.
"Sorry sweety, I used your pillow for my yoga today. Looks like I got it pretty sweaty," She said without a hint of defensiveness. She pulled off my pillow case, throwing it in the hamper and pulling another case from the linen cabinet. Fluffing the pillow she tossed it back up by the headboard. Sex was fantastic that night, but I still couldn't sleep. The room smelled heavy of sex. My pillow smelled heavy of sex. The pieces had all fallen together in my mind, but I did not quite admit to myself that I knew, and I could not quite admit that even knowing, I could not confront Sienna. I did admit to myself however, that on my normal late day, in the peak of Sienna's cycle next month, I would continue my detective work. And this detective work just about gets me to where I began this story...
