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The Evolution of Moira's Marriage

By: Miguel59



I didn't run, but crawled into cuckolding my husband. He planted the seed, but together we made it blossom taking it from pillow talk to lifestyle. His desire he confessed to me years ago and while it intrigued me it also frightened me. I took my wedding vows seriously. It took me a while to wrap my hands around the whole idea of me dating, much less being physically intimate with other men, while he did neither.

Over the decades we have been together something happened. The idea of not going out with my husband or my girlfriends but with another man appealed to me. I still had no intention of having sex with anyone but my husband but the pillow talk we shared after I admitted to him I wanted to spend time with other men pursuing activities we both enjoyed which were ones he and I didn't do together. I also admitted the idea of another man pursuing me very flattering even if that pursuit was nothing more than friendship and shared interests.

My husband made it easy for me to share with him my feelings. His lack of jealousy, his encouragement, and his obvious arousal encourage me to open up as my feelings and thoughts on what I wanted to experience from dating outside of marriage changed. As time went on I wanted more than just hanging out with another man and being his female buddy. I craved more than friendship. I wanted a relationship. I told myself and insisted to him it wasn't something physical I wanted but emotional. I told him he completely satisfied me sexually. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but he didn't see the glass as half empty, but half full. He firmly believed the emotional relationship I wanted outside of marriage would lead to a physical one. He listened to my protests but didn't believe them. I was positive I could stay faithful while dating and fostering the kind of emotional intimacy I sought. I wanted a friendship with a man to be as deep as the one I had with my husband, but without the sexual intimacy.

Opening up to each other changed our marriage and our physical intimacy. He encouraged me to pursue shared activities with other men, to date them, and to develop the kind of relationship I sought. I supported him too, to be my submissive, mentally cuckolded husband. 

We became more than husband and wife. I was his boss, his mistress, and he was my cuck. He began to defer to me all the time. My word became law. He had me read several articles on female led relationships and pointed me to different blogs written by women in female led marriages. In addition to all the outside chores he did as a man he now did all the domestic inside jobs I used to do. I learned how deep down many, if not most, husbands want to submit to their wives. They want recognition for submitting but the rewards they want aren't what most would call a reward.

My cuck wanted to be spanked and he wanted to be denied, not just intercourse but ownership of all his ejaculations. He also expressed a desire to be physically aroused to the point of almost climaxing. It was hard for me to accept because what he wanted seemed so selfish. I got all the pleasure while he got nearly none. Disciplining him was initially very difficult for me. I had never spanked anyone, not even our kids. Now my husband wanted me to spank him for whatever I decided he had done to deserve a lashing. Hearing his deepest fantasies made me question how much I really knew him, but I promised him I would give it a try.

The first step I took in this long journey was to test his sincerity, to separate reality from fantasy. I unlearned all the practices I had began when we dated and later married. I began to flirt more when I wasn't with him. I would later tell him and describe in detail who the man was I flirted with, his name, what about him appealed to me, what we talked about, and whether he interested me. My cuck's reaction was promising. His face grew red, then pale from being jealous, aroused, and ashamed. My actions irritated him but one glance down at his shorts told me how he really felt.

Leading him by the hand I took him to our bedroom where we both hurriedly stripped. As his mistress and boss I got on the bed, opened my legs and implored him to put his mouth to good use. He and I had always enjoyed cunnilingus, me on the receiving end and he doing the licking, but after sharing everything he really got into eating me. Thirty minutes to an hour, three or four orgasms and I would have to tell him to stop. I would then tell him to go in me. He would be so hard. In less than a minute he would climax with an intensity so strong it looked almost painful.

Afterwards we would like in each other's arms, talk about how good the sex was, and I would steer the conversation back to what caused us to be in bed. Satiated he was relaxed enough so I could tell him more about my conversation with another man and what about him I found attractive. He proved to be a good listener and true to his word wasn't jealous, but encouraging. He also gave me insight into what that man might be thinking.

More baby steps followed. Flirting in front of my girlfriends; telling him or him hearing about it later from one of them. I continued going out without him. A man would need a female for his golf foursome or a doubles match or for a bowling tournament and I would volunteer. I would spend all day or evening getting hot and sweaty and then come home and share with my cuck everything that happened especially if I sensed an attraction. Of course, while I'm talking he is busy between my legs pleasuring me with his tongue, working himself up, humping the mattress or my foot, climaxing while bringing me to orgasm orally, then apologizing for not being able to control himself, cleaning up his cum with a damp washcloth. After he came and I came I made it a point to keep talking about what happened, telling him in great detail about any sparks I saw between my partner and I. These pillow talks almost always ended up with another round of his head between my legs. 

We also made progress in me assuming the lead of our marriage. I was nervous as to how far I could push him, but it didn't take me long to figure out it was very far. I quit doing anything around the house, began making suggestions which turned into requests, and employed some of the techniques I had read about to keep him submissive and motivated. It didn't take long before he was fawning himself all over me. If I needed a blanket, a drink, or a snack, he sensed it before I did. We watched what I wanted. He asked if he could watch a show. If it interested me I said yes; if it didn't I said no and told him to go watch it in another room but to keep the volume low so he could hear me if I needed him.

The house never looked better and I loved the way he focused on me expecting almost nothing in return. I made it a point to not lavish too much praise as I remembered being in charge and a cuckoldress was about my contentment, not his. I had read enough to be wary of my submissive topping from the bottom and to know punishment and denial were the ultimate forms of praise he sought.

I now began to openly flirt in front of him and to devote more of my energies to a smaller, but select pool of men I sensed were as attracted to me as I was to them. I used my cuck's money, not mine, to buy these men gifts or to cook them dinners which I took them to or to pay for our outings. They were kept men, on my cuck's dime. His reaction encouraged me as he shared my enthusiasm.

I learned humiliation aroused him. The more I praised the qualities of other men and the more open I was about it in front of not just him, but especially in front of others, the more excited he became. While I never came from intercourse alone needing to have my clitoris rubbed as he fucked me I enjoyed the penetration and the closeness not to mention the memories of he and I making our own family. He no longer craved intercourse as he believed other men were better at it and I deserved their more talented cocks to his. When he didn't climax while eating me he seldom lasted a dozen strokes while in me and if I wanted to orgasm while he fucked me I had to rub fast because he would be done before I was even getting into the rhythm of things.

I wasn't too frustrated and I understood what was going on with him psychologically but I did miss a long fucking. I had always enjoyed sucking his cock but his enthusiasm for being on the receiving end had waned. He said other cocks were better, that I was thinking of theirs while sucking his and he was certain my sucking was making me wetter and ready to be licked. He was of course wrong. I wasn't thinking of other men's cocks and I certainly liked sucking his, but he planted the seed. I began to think more about the cocks my small circle of male friends possessed, and if they were bigger and better. Thinking about sucking their cocks made me wetter and wanting my cuck's tongue to bring me to orgasm. It wasn't long before I found myself telling my cuck he was right. I didn't want to suck his cock and considered it useless, a boy toy when I needed a man sized tool. Instead of causing him to pull away it drove him to please me with his tongue.

Instead of his hard penis he began using dildos while he ate or fingered me. I enjoyed the penetration but it wasn't the same as a real flesh and blood cock attached to a man feeling the weight of his body as he thrust in and out of me. Absent too was the moment where his thrusts became faster and his cock harder soon followed by his fertile seed emptying into me. I loved to watch my husband's face as he came inside me and as his thrusts became shallower, his penis going soft inside of me, and laying on top of me afterwards, but those days were rarer and rarer.

I did what a good wife would do to her cuckold, submissive husband. I belittled him telling him that dildo felt ten times better than his penis and never suffered premature ejaculation. I then told him how much I needed a real man to fuck me. What I said hurt but I knew it was what he wanted to hear for it wasn't a minute or two later he wouldn't be trying to eat me again.

Leaps followed the baby steps. One man I interacted with almost daily and with whom I did a lot of socializing with I knew was attracted to me. I spotted him so many times looking at me when he thought I didn't notice. The attraction wasn't one sided as I began to think about him constantly. We clicked on so many levels. Still testing the waters I invited him to dinner. He brought up my married status pointing to my ring, mentioning my cuck's name. I told him I wanted the two of them to meet and my cuck knew all about our friendship. He looked worried, but he said yes.

At home my cuck's reaction was two parts arousal and one part reluctance tinged with pinches of jealousy and worry. It was the rubber meeting the road, reality replacing fantasy. Arousal won out. On the kitchen floor he dropped to his knees reached under my dress, yanked down my panties, and ate me. All the while he's licking me I'm telling him how attracted I am to this man, how I want to start dating this man, and how I need his support now more than ever. We both had strong orgasms me flooding his face with my juices and he spurting cum into his pants. He came so much he had to go and change pants as his cum left a very big and visible wet spot on his pants. 

Before we actually had my friend over for dinner we did a lot of talking. I insisted on bounds for his behavior as I didn't want his enthusiasm to show and scare off my friend. We also talked about our kids and their reaction to mom having a male friend. I decided we just not make a big deal of it and they wouldn't either. I reminded my cuck this was a dinner in our home. I wanted my friend to be relaxed in front of us and to reach his own conclusion regarding my availability. I had cast my line. The rest was up to him.

Dinner went well. My cuck and friend got along; after we ate our kids scattered leaving the house to the adults. My cuck made himself scarce cleaning up the kitchen, refreshing our empty glasses with more wine and my friend and I sat on the sofa and watched t.v. I gave him the remote and told him to pick something he wanted to watch. The departure of our kids for what I knew would be hours, being in my own house, my cuck keeping his distance, the wonderful dinner my cuck helped me to prepare, the easy flow of conversation, the absence of awkwardness, and the wine both relaxed and emboldened me. I was getting a taste of that closeness with another man I desperately craved. I wanted our friendship to lead to a relationship.

Like me, he enjoys sports and we were soon watching a game cheering on the same team. I caught him more than a few times staring at me. I smiled at him to let him know I knew and that I welcomed those glances. During the game we continued to chat. We talked movies. There was one playing he wanted to see. I asked him if he wanted to go with me to see it. He quickly replied he did but then asked if it was okay with my husband. I told him not to worry about my husband's okay as I didn't need his permission. His eyes got big as he dissected what I was implying. I told him I didn't need my husband's permission for who I have as friends. 

I regretted using the word friends to describe our status but it fit. He then did something that surprised me in a very good way. He took my hand in his and squeezed it telling me he saw us as very good friends. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed his back. We sat side by side propped up in the recliner sofa his left hand holding my right while I snuggled against him watching the game. Anyone observing us would have thought we were a long married couple enjoying a relaxing moment. 

I looked at him and turned my body ever so slightly wanting him to feel the press of my breast against his body. Blessed with big breasts since I hit puberty I was thankful for how they drew his appreciative stare. I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair or his hairy chest. Then I began fantasizing about kissing him. And not just a few kisses but a long make out session like my cuck and I and the boyfriends I had before him used to have.

The wine and my desire compelled me to riskier behavior. My nipples were so hard they hurt and my panties were getting wetter by the second. I decided to throw caution to the wind and see just how ready my cuck and friend were ready to take the next step.

I whispered to Lance, "I need to go potty." We let go of each other's hands.

Knowing my cuck was out of sight but not out of earshot I called out his name, "Clayton, come here."

Lance's body went rigid upon hearing me call for Clayton.

"Relax," I told him.

Clayton appeared wearing of all things his pajamas and a bathrobe. He had slippers on his feet. I wondered when he changed.

"What are you doing?" I asked still snuggled against Lance.

He looked nervous and excited. He tried to keep his eyes focused on mine but he kept glancing at Lance.

"Catching up on work in my office." 

I laughed at his use of the word office. It was an inside joke as he had no office, but used the dining room as his office. It also wasn't unusual for him to bring work home. 

"Be a dear and refill our wine glasses. And bring us a blanket. I'm a bit chilled."

I don't know if he was rebelling at being bossed around in front of another man or he was feeling overwhelmed by seeing us together but he didn't immediately move.

"Clayton, quit gawking. Now get us our wine." Then I did something I had never done. I told him to hurry, "Chop, chop." 

I turned back to Lance who was as frozen as my husband and said, "I'll be back."

I lowered the recliner, stood up, and walked right beside my husband whose eyes I noticed looked glassy. They also weren't focused on mine but my very hard nipples which were clearly visible under my blouse.

I stood there for just a second or two letting him take it all in. Seeing him look at me I could tell I was pushing his buttons in the right order. 

I gently reminded him, "Clayton are you going to stand there or do as I asked?"

I didn't give him a chance to answer and walked right past him to the half bath in the front of the house. I left my cuck and my friend alone. I heard their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying.

I really did need to pee. Afterwards I wiped myself dry noticing just how much my vagina was lubricating. The toilet paper was slick. I ran a finger between my labia and tasted myself thinking how much Clayton would enjoy tasting me later. I stood up flushed, washed my hands, and as I toweled them dry decided to ditch my bra.

I quickly took off my blouse, unsnapped and removed my bra. I hung it on the hook above the door. I studied my breasts, pinched and twisted each nipple, and said a silent prayer over how firm they were after breastfeeding four kids. I hoped they would soon be nourishing a new mouth, but it wouldn't be milk he would be getting but pleasure.

I put my blouse back on and made my way back to the living room. 

The room was noticeably darker. Clayton was nowhere to be seen.

Lance was sitting where I left him staring at me. I smiled at him. He smiled back. At that moment I wanted to kiss him so bad. 

I sat down, popped the recliner button scooted next to him. I noticed my glass was full.

"Miss me," I asked.

"I did," he answered.

"Who turned down the lights?"

"It was Clayton's idea," Lance answered.

I picked up my glass and took a rather large swallow. He did the same.

"This wine is very good. It's making me feel very relaxed," I commented.

"It is good. Me too," he replied.

I then decided to go for broke remembering a coach I used to have in high school who encouraged us to go bold or go home.

I put my glass down and waited until he put his down. I then straddled him.

On top of him, my breasts literally level with his mouth I was thrilled when he placed his hands on my back and hugged me to him. We kissed ever so slowly at first and then open mouthed. Soon it was all tongue and the kisses would last for an eternity. Thirty minutes into our make out session I unbuttoned my blouse and for the first time since before my marriage to my cuck another man enjoyed my breasts. His mouth felt good. He was rougher than Clayton sucking hard on one breast while using his hand to squeeze, caress, twist, and pull the other. Every minute or so he switched breasts. My tits loved every second of it, but I wanted to make out some more. He was a great kisser.

He must have been thinking the same thing because he took his mouth off of my breast, put his hand on it, and told me as I pressed my lips against his, "You have amazing tits."

Not just good, or even great, but amazing. "Thank you," I answered, "They are yours anytime you want."

Being on top I felt in control but I also felt my resolve weakening and I didn't want it to weaken. What we were doing felt too good. Like I did with Clayton and every boyfriend before him I slowed things down before they got out of control.

He went from caressing my breasts to running his hands down my back and around to my front where he tried unfastening my pants.

I broke from our kiss and as much as I wanted him to continue told him, "No. Only first and second base tonight."

He looked incredulous and sounded frustrated, but not angry, "Really? I want you so bad right now."

I assured him, "I want you too, but tonight this is far as I let you go."

For a second I wondered if I had broken the mood but when he pressed his mouth to mine I knew it wasn't. He moved his hands to my hips and then to my ass. He has much bigger hands than Clayton and he began to squeeze each of my cheeks pressing my crotch against his. He shifted his body and I became very aware for the first time just how excited and hard he was. My vulva was wide open straddling him and it felt good rubbing myself against his hardness.


The Evolution of Moira's Marriage Ch. 02



After verbalizing our desires he did something I really found appealing and a bit scary.

"What's up with Clayton?" he asked.

I didn't want to sound too defensive but his comment caught me off guard. It shouldn't have, but it did because my marriage to Clayton was obviously the 900 pound gorilla in the room.

"Nothing's up with Clayton. He's my husband and the father of my children."

"Something's got to be up. No man in his right mind would share his wife."

I laughed, "Trust me, Clayton's not crazy, just kinky, but he's not the one calling the shots. I am. I want this."

"And what is this that you want?"

"A boyfriend in a real relationship, but I also want to stay married so I have to compromise. I feed Clayton's kinks and in return I get a boyfriend, a relationship, and my marriage stays intact."

Lance wasn't naïve and he quickly drew his own conclusions.

He asked, "So you're in charge of Clayton?"

"I never thought it about that way, but yes I'm in charge. I make the rules. He obeys."

"Well, I want to be in charge of us."

I didn't hesitate for even a second but eagerly welcomed his admission.

"Okay, I want that too."

"I know Clayton's your husband, but I don't want him fucking you or you sucking his cock."

His crude and graphical language both shocked and excited me because I had known him for years and never heard him curse.

"You don't want my husband to make love to me?"

"That's not what I said, Moira. I have a pretty good idea about how you and Clayton make love. I can live with that. Like you said you need to feed his kink. What I don't want your lovemaking to involve is the way you and I will make love. I intend to have you suck my cock a lot and in the near future as we know more about each other I'm going to fuck you. I don't want Clayton's penis sullying what is mine."

I didn't argue or point out by virtue of being my husband Clayton's penis could go in me wherever and whenever he so desired because that Clayton no longer existed, the desires he used to have buried as his cuckold, submissive became stronger and all consuming. What Lance was saying is what Clayton had long yearned for, to be cut off from penetration by his superior, the alpha male.

Instead I wrapped my arms around him even tighter pressing my head against his chest and said, "Okay, I won't let him."

He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head, "Good. I had better go before any of your kids drive up or the neighbors drive up."

I looked up and said, "We do have to be careful around the kids, but I don't care what the neighbors think. We don't associate with them. If they want to gossip let them."

He gave me a soft kiss on the lips before we separated and he got into his car. I watched him back down the driveway and continued to watch his car until he was out of sight. I was happy, sad, and as I walked back into the house, incredibly horny.

As I entered the front door and having to face Clayton within a few second if we had just made the biggest mistake of our lives or were we about to embark on its biggest adventure. I was hopeful Clayton would embrace his role and offer me undying support for mine.

He didn't let me down.

He was still in the dining room when I entered the house. Talking I decided could wait. What we both needed, me more than him, was action. I entered the room, looked him in the eye, and said, "Bedroom. Now."

Like a dog bounding after its owner he followed me.

I didn't hug him, kiss him, or sweet talk him.

"Lock the door. Get on your back. On the floor. Keep your clothes on. " 

I didn't remove my blouse, just my shoes, pants and panties. 

I pointed to where I wanted him to lie, his head a foot from the bed. He scurried into position. I straddled his torso and squatted. He craned his neck lifting his face to meet my descending, wide open vulva. His tongue speared my vagina as I settled down on my knees not giving a damn about the rug burn as I forced myself into a split. I allowed the full weight of my body to rest on his face not caring for the moment whether he could breathe.

I ground my clitoris against his upper lip and nose as he lapped away.

I wasn't in the mood for a long slow licking. I needed to orgasm. Besides, I knew it was getting closer to the kids' respective curfews and it wouldn't be long before the youngest two would be checking in to let us know they were home.

It wasn't the first time I queened Clayton and judging from my buildup wouldn't be the last. He was strong enough even with me on top of his face to push my buttocks up enough to get my crotch off of his face. He quickly exhaled, then inhaled, before letting me smother him. I was so wet I had to grind harder against his face wanting friction for my clitoris.

When my orgasm hit a few seconds later I groaned loud enough for anyone in the house and possibly the entire neighborhood to hear.

As much as I was tempted to I didn't climb onto the bed, get on my back, and insist on a slow round two. I instead got off of him.

"Clayton, unlock the door. The kids will be home soon. I'm going to put my nightgown on."

I returned from the bathroom and found him under the covers and just like I asked the bedroom door wide open. I joined him, using the remote to turn on the t.v. We turned to each other and I noticed he hadn't dried his face. I extended my tongue, licked his chin and cheeks and commented how good I tasted and smelled. I then gave him a lingering kiss on the lips and afterwards told him, "Thanks. I needed that."

I then laid back down and watched t.v. patiently waiting for the kids. Like clockwork the two youngest checked in. After they left I told Clayton, "Go close the door." He got out of bed wearing I noted a pair of my ivory colored panties. His penis was hard and while small compared to Lance's cock wasn't so tiny as to be joke worthy.

He joined me under the covers. We exchanged long slow french kisses. I couldn't help but compare his kisses to Lance's. I concluded Clayton was the better kisser but I wasn't surprised as he had always been very oral, but it was Lance's kisses I longed for. He ran his hands all over my body lifting my nightgown before taking one of my saliva coated breasts into his mouth. He took his right hand and penetrated my vagina with two fingers while slowly massaging my clitoris with the pad of his thumb. 

It felt damn good. I wanted penetration.

"Clayton, get one of the dildos."

He answered, "I'll go in you."

Funny how predictable he was. He wasn't the only one who had done their homework. Just like a dog he was trying to reclaim his territory. As tempting as his offer was and as good as it felt to have him desire me that way I didn't accept. I didn't want to break the promise I had just made to Lance. I also knew with Clayton the fireworks show would be over before I even got warmed up. His stamina had vanished. I didn't want him to get off leaving me unsatisfied. I knew he would offer me his tongue to make amends but what I really wanted was a long, slow, fuck building up to a great orgasm. 

The biggest reason I declined had to do with understanding Clayton psychologically. As torn as he was between his desire to reclaim what the husband in him saw as his the cuckold in him wanted just the opposite. 

So I told him, "No thanks. Just get the dildo."

He looked more hurt than mad as I'm sure it stung on many levels but he didn't argue and he certainly didn't disappoint. He got between my legs and using a dildo and his mouth masterfully brought me to a strong orgasm. 

I thanked him afterwards telling him his tongue was quite the paintbrush. I removed the dildo from my vagina and more as a tease offered it to him to clean. He shocked me in a good way by taking it into his mouth and sucked it clean. As he did I teased him about loving to suck cock. 

Two orgasms for me and poor Clayton still had none. I pulled him on top of me and opened my legs. He settled down on top of me and pressed his mouth to mine. As we kissed I was very aware of his erection, still covered by my borrowed panties, seeking out the entrance to my vagina. He was thrusting against me and I was raising my hips in response. 

I then felt his hand come between our bodies and immediately knew what he was up to. I broke from our kiss, grabbed his hand and said, "No, the panties stay on. You're not going in me."

"But why?", he pleaded.

"You know why." 

"Then would you suck me?"

"No. You can either continue doing what you're doing or you can stop."

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erection, "Feel how hard I am."

I squeezed it, "I know how hard you are, but the answer is no. Deep down you and I both know you really don't want to go in me. You want me to tell you no." 

I took my hand off of his erection, grabbed Clayton's hand, and ground my sex against his penis. His erection wormed its way between my labia and before I knew it he was trying to shove with no success his panty covered penis into me. 

As he thrust in and out of me I said a silent prayer thanking God he was wearing my panties and not the boxers he normally wore, the ones with the big fly because if he had been I would have broken the promise I just made to Lance.

It was fun and it was hot. He hadn't dry humped me like that since before we married. Now we were going at it like two high schoolers. 

I was looking forward to him climaxing as he had been so good all evening when he completely blew it. He disrespected me and our marriage calling me as his climax approached Lance's whore and slut. He later told me he didn't know why he said it, but that it just came out and he thought I would find it hot. He thought wrong.

I stopped moving in rhythm with him and told him to get off of me. He looked perplexed. I was beyond mad. I was furious. 

I repeated myself, "Got off of me. Now."

He soon learned hell hath no fury like a Moira disrespected by her husband.

I did something I had never done in all years together. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. I didn't care if it left a bruise. He took it but I could see in his eye he was tempted to strike me back. If he had we would have been over.

Having to whisper when I wanted to shout I told him, "So that's how you really think of me? I'm a whore and a slut. Mister, remember this started out as your fantasy. I was perfectly content being your faithful wife. You pushed me to fantasize about other men, to seek them out, to get them to ask me out. This was all your idea and now I'm the whore?"

Clayton said he was sorry, but I was in mood to forgive.

"Get out, " I said, "You can go sleep in the guest room."

To his credit he tried to make amends hugging me and apologizing again, but inside I was ice. I lay there stiff and unresponsive. 

He got out of bed and put his pajamas and bathrobe on. Before he left the bedroom I decided to get the last word in.

"And Clayton, tomorrow night I have a date with Lance."

After him calling me a whore it felt good to twist the knife in Clayton the cuck's gut. It would have felt even better if I could have squeezed his balls at the same time. He left the room and I cried myself to sleep.

We rarely fought not even when he expressed to me his desire to have other men fuck me. 

The morning started off better than the night ended. I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. I entered the kitchen to find Clayton cooking. As mad as I remained I didn't want my anger to ruin our Sunday. The kids were still asleep. 

I came up behind him and hugged him pressing my breasts against his back. So different from Lance who was tall and lanky Clayton was short, compact, built like a gymnast with a beautiful body. He had muscles on top of muscles. My nickname for him was Bam Bam.

As I hugged him I said, "I don't like to quarrel."

He turned around and said, "Me either. I was wrong and totally out of line."

We exchanged a quick peck of the lips and he returned to cooking. He told me we were eating outside as the weather was so nice. I went out onto the patio and sat down. He had my coffee ready and the Sunday newspaper for me to read.

He served my plate then his. He sat across from me and didn't begin eating until after I had taken my first bite.

Outside I knew we could talk freely.

"Clayton, I don't want you to think much less ever call me a whore or slut. I thought I was your queen and mistress. "

"I won't and you are."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I was jealous."

"This won't work if you get jealous."

"I know. I didn't know I would get jealous. I was fine all night until you told me no. It just seemed so unfair. The first time Lance comes over and you have this two hour long make out session with him ending with you sucking him. You swallowed didn't you?"

I kept my voice calm because his tone sounded so angry and I wanted to open a dialogue not shut one down.

"Clayton, it is unfair, but that's what you wanted. Don't you remember? Who was the one who begged me to take a lover and agreed to my condition I wouldn't do one night stands. Didn't you then push me to get a boyfriend? Wasn't it also your idea for me to control your orgasms? And who put me in charge of our marriage? You did."

I had him dead to rights and he knew it.

He took responsibility for everything and then confessed to what was really bugging him, "Moira I worked so hard for that first kiss with you. Getting to second base took weeks and third base months. You didn't give me a blowjob until after we were engaged."

"Clayton, we were young. I had to be sure you were the right man. We're not young anymore and I know Lance is the right man, but are you?"

He assured me he was.

I answered, "Then prove it."

We finished breakfast. While he cleaned up I read the newspaper. 

Later that afternoon Clayton asked the girls what they thought about our dinner guest. They said they liked him. He told them Mr. Smith and I had been friends for a long time and that he would be coming over to the house more often and spending time with their mom. They might he added also go out, just the two of them.

One of our daughters asked, "Like on a date?"

I was sitting with Clayton as he talked to them and decided it was time to intervene, "Not like a date. Like going out with a friend who just happens to be a male."

They both said, "Oh," and immediately changed subjects. I didn't know if they were disappointed or relieved, but I know I was relieved as I felt I had averted a train wreck in the making. I did find it cute how Clayton broached the subject and even cuter how quickly he was drowning in quicksand. I was half tempted to let him drown but figured he would take me down with him. 

After dinner our daughters left the house and we were all alone. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Lance. In front of my cuck I chatted with him about the previous night and how I was looking forward to our date the next night. I did raise the subject of appearances and he agreed we dress casual and definitely abstain from any public displays of affection in front of the girls. 

While we chatted I kept an eye on Clayton who seemed almost hypnotized listening to Lance and I converse. I held nothing back so when Lance decided to discuss how much he liked my tits I told him they liked the attention he gave them. Same thing for having his hands massage my ass. As for his cock I told him how surprised I was, not just at its size, but my ability to take him into my mouth. I told him the real surprise was when he came. He asked me if I had taken Clayton into my mouth or vagina and I told him no. My answer pleased him. We talked about our plans the following evening and he hoped we would have some time alone before he dropped me off. I told him I hoped so too.

Our talk was making me hornier by the second. I silently mouthed to Clayton, "Go to the bedroom and wait for me." He was gone in an instant. Lance and I talked another fifteen minutes. Before he hung up he said he wanted me to know, "Moira, I really like you."

I answered, "I like you too Lance."

He replied, "Really, really like you Moira, like the L word."

I laughed thinking how juvenile it sounded but also how sweet, "I think I might love you too Lance, but let's take it slow and see how it goes."

He agreed but said he hadn't felt so strongly about another woman in a long time.

I teased him saying, "You mean since your last girlfriend?"

He answered, "Touche, but seriously."

I cut him off pleased with what I had heard but wanting to keep the conversation light, "My feelings for you are very strong too, but I'm old fashioned. Let's go slow."

"No promises," he said before adding, "But I'll try."

I put the phone away. It wasn't just Lance's lust for me I found so arousing but his desire for me on an emotional level. I wondered if in all the years we had known each other how long had he secretly loved me? He was a handsome man and I knew he had plenty of lady friends, but wondered why he never found Mrs. Right and settled down.

I forced myself to not run, but walk to our bedroom thinking how I was going to have Clayton eat me. I decided I wanted it long and slow, flat on my back, he on his knees by the bed, my legs draped over his shoulders.

Clayton had his own ideas about how our lovemaking session would go. He was still trying to get in my good graces.

I entered the bedroom and sprawled across the bed, buck naked, on his stomach was Clayton. Next to him was a leather belt.

I really had forgiven him for his transgression the night before, but when he looked at me and said, "I deserve it for calling you a whore and a slut," I decided we would both feel better if I turned his pale white buttocks red. Hearing him refer to me even in the past tense as whore and slut reopened the hurt.

I picked up the belt but not before shedding all of my clothes and locking the bedroom door. As I peeled off my clothes I told him I was going to make him pay for the way he insulted me. I folded the belt in two and clasped each end. I brought my hands together creating mirror humps in the belt. I then jerked my hands apart causing the belt to make a noise mimicking the sound it would make on his flesh. I wanted him nervous.

I did this several times telling him I expected respect, obedience, unwavering support, and would not tolerate any more piques of jealousy. I demanded this not only for me but also Lance. 

I then proceeded to strike his ass telling him not to squirm. With each stroke I asked him if he was going to obey me, respect me, support me. I asked if he would do the same for Lance. I asked him if he was going to get jealous again. Each time he answered no. After four rounds of 8 questions and 32 no's I still wasn't satisfied and told him to open his legs. His bottom was a crisscross of marks left by the belt and painfully red.

Laying there he spread his legs wide exposing the backside of his scrotum. I forced myself to calm down, took a corner of the belt and instead of hitting him perpendicular to the crack of his bottom aimed my blows parallel so they would reach my target.

He actually shrieked the first time I hit his scrotum. I asked the same series of questions and got the same answers. His scrotum was red and swollen when I finished. As much as I knew it hurt him not once did he try and close his legs. I was proud of my submissive for being so brave.

I told him to turn over. He looked scared thinking I was going to take the belt to his penis or continue my attack on his scrotum and testicles. I instead had other ideas. What I didn't want to see was what I had seen other times I had disciplined him, an erection. The spanking I had given him was not to reward but to punish. Seeing his penis so small as though it was trying to crawl back inside of him aroused me. 




The Evolution of Moira's Marriage Ch. 02



Forgotten was the long slow licking. I got on the bed and planted my crotch on his face. 

"Now lick me," I commanded. I made him stop, the scoot down the bed. With a knee on either side of his face I told him to extend his arms above his head. I used my hands then my elbows to prop up my torso.

My tits swinging free I told him, "Grab my breasts. Twist my nipples. Hard."

He pinched, twisted, and squeezed my nipples and breasts all the while lapping at my sex.

He brought me to another shattering orgasm. I dismounted from his face, slid down to where my face was even with his and said, "Thank you. Now lay right there. I'll be back."

I went to the kitchen and fished out of the freezer two bags of frozen vegetables which I wrapped in towels. 

I locked the door and told him to roll over but not before noticing a sticky puddle of white on his lower torso.

"You came?"

He looked apologetic, "Yeah, I couldn't help it. Please don't be mad."

I smiled, "I'm not mad. Just lay there and I'll help clean you up."

Seeing the puddle gave me an idea. We were pushing so many boundaries so quickly I thought why not explore another one. 

I cleaned him up using my fingers and had him lick my fingers clean telling him as I did what a good boy he was, getting him to agree cum tasted good, and how I expected him to clean me of Lance or any other lover's cum. Finished I had him roll onto his stomach. 

I applied the frozen bags of vegetables to his buttocks and later to his scrotum. 

He said, "Moira, you have no idea how good something so cold can feel."

His comment caused me to laugh.

I said, "I believe you, but it's your fault for making me mad."

"I know. I'm really sorry."

"And now you're forgiven. Now let's talk about my date tomorrow night while we still have an empty house."



The Evolution of Moira's Marriage Ch. 03



Monday night couldn't come fast enough. My sleep was restless and I had a difficult time focusing at work. After work I went to the gym for my kettlebell class. I arrived home sweaty, tired, and hungry. I felt good about the upcoming evening as Clayton and I had come up with a good plan. He had originally suggested Lance and I dress down and I initially thought it was a good idea, but I changed my mind. It was our first real date and Lance was taking me to dinner before the movies. I wanted to dress up.

So Clayton came up with an alternative plan. Since I was going out he suggested to our daughters he take them out to dinner. He planned their departure to be before Lance's arrival. It was perfect. We especially looked innocent as we gave each other a quick peck on the lips and said goodbye. He told me to tell Lance hello and to enjoy the movie. Each of the girls gave me a quick hug. If either was skeptical they didn't show it. We looked like the model nuclear family. 

After they left I finished dressing taking a dozen or more selfies of me. I knew Clayton wanted to be there to help me dress but thought it was a nice way to reward and thank him for helping me get out of the house looking like I was on a date.

My skin is milky white. I avoid tanning and use plenty of sunscreen when I am outside. I don't mind the jokes on the golf course or tennis court about my white complexion because I know how good I look naked. And my face looks a decade younger than my contemporaries.

I took a shot of me naked in front of the mirror followed by one of me in something I never wear, stockings and garter belt. I loved the way it made my coal black bush stand out. The next selfies were of me in panties and then with my bra on. I took some as I applied makeup, did my hair, with my dress on, then my heels, and finally after I brushed my hair and applied a fresh coat of lipstick. I looked and felt like a million bucks.

Lance showed up on time looking tall, dark, and handsome. He was wearing slacks, a dress shirt, and sports coat. When he saw me the look on his face said it all. I fought the temptation to invite him inside for another long make out session but knew if we started we wouldn't make dinner or the movie. And we might get busted if Clayton and the girls got home too soon.

We did hold hands as we walked to his car. He held the door open for me and I got in. He walked around to the driver's side and got in. Inside the car he turned to me and said, "Moira, you look amazing." 

I thanked him and told him, "You look very handsome."

He drove us to a restaurant which was quite nice and far enough away there was almost no chance of us running into anyone we knew. On the drive he put his hand on me and I put my hand on top of his.

We chatted about our respective days.

In the restaurant we were seated in a somewhat secluded area and our waiter was smart enough to not hover and to clear his throat before approaching our table. With my wedding and engagement rings on and Lance's off he had to have known or suspected we weren't married to each other.

He asked about my Sunday and I told him about Clayton's miscommunication with me and how we had cleared the air. I didn't go into details and he didn't press me for them which was a relief. We then talked about Saturday night and how good it had been. He ordered a bottle of wine and after our waiter poured it offered a toast, "To us." 

I touched my glass to his and repeated, "To us."

After our appetizers and meal he asked if I wanted to share a dessert. I told him I did. He ordered us a grand marnier soufflé. We finished the bottle of wine waiting for our dessert. He told me he had been thinking about me for the past two days. I told him he had been constantly on my mind also. He then confessed to having had a secret crush on me going back to when we first met. I told him I thought there had always been an attraction and asked why he hadn't acted. He held my left hand up, "Because you're married."

I pointed out, "I'm still married."

He countered with, "True, but your marriage is different. Before you were married and unavailable. Now you are married and available."

I couldn't help but blush when he spoke those words because everything he said was true. Before Clayton became my cuck I put a wall around me telling the whole world I was off limits. I was friendly, but not too friendly. I didn't flirt or hint I was easy. Now I did just the opposite and if Lance had picked up on it I was positive other men had too.

Still I hadn't been asked out by anyone and was the one who asked Lance to dinner. Either people thought I wasn't serious when I was flirting or I wasn't being bold enough.

My blush wasn't out of embarrassment or shame, but arousal. To have him confess his secret crush and to boldly make a play for me telling me I was now available and for the taking made me wet, hardened my nipples, and reddened my cheeks.

Dessert came, a grand marnier soufflé, the crème anglaise making me hunger for Lance's cream. 

When the bill came I took it from the waiter catching Lance completely off guard. I explained to him it was my way of feeding Clayton's kink. He didn't protest but the picture he had of Clayton's kink was crystal clear. He chuckled but not in a cruel way saying how much more he liked Clayton now that he was dating his wife.

Back in his car he and I exchanged a few very heated kisses. He suggested we skip the movies and go directly to his place. I said, "I'd like that too."

Clayton and I had never lived on our own. We had moved from our parents' house to our apartment which we soon outgrew as I had a baby within a year. Lance lived in a very upscale condo. We took the elevator in the parking garage to his condominium. On the way up we kissed. 

He unlocked the door using a keypad and insisted I go in first. I walked in and my first thought was how much Clayton would love to have a bachelor pad like Lance's. He allowed me to walk around and tour his place on my own while he made us Irish coffees. His bedroom was very manly; the bed king sized. I imagined myself on that bed with Lance on top of me. I was glad he hadn't accompanied me because it wouldn't have taken much persuasion on his part to have me naked in his bed.

I checked out the bathroom followed by his office, den, and made my way back to the living room where I found Lance just finishing preparing the Irish coffees. He sprayed whip cream to the top of each cup and suggested we go sit on the couch. He put the mugs down on the coffee table and sat down beside me. He picked up a remote and with the click of a button Frank Sinatra's voice filled the room.

Another click of a button and the lights went from bright to dim. This was his make out pad I thought wondering but not really caring how many women he had applied the same moves to. At that moment I just wanted it to be my turn to go to my grave saying I had spent an evening in Lance's love shack.

He turned to me and asked, "Where were we?" Tilting my chin up with one hand he pressed his mouth to mine. As we kissed I thought just how good he was at kissing. There was something about the way he kissed which was so different from Clayton who was no slouch at kissing and any of the other men I had kissed before Clayton.

His fingers I quickly discovered were very nimble leading me to later comment, "You should have been a pickpocket."

I shouldn't have been surprised. It was well known he had a reputation as a ladies' man. Practice makes perfect and I was certain he had perfected his moves practicing them on dozens of ladies.

Using his right hand he proceeded to second base cupping, kneading, caressing the entirety of my left breast before zeroing in on my nipple which my very thin bra did nothing to protect from his fingers. He twisted my nipple to make it harder and then used the tip of his index finger to rapidly stroke the very end of my nipple. He had me squirming with pleasure all the while keeping his mouth pressed against mine.

So focused was I on the pleasure he was giving me through my right nipple I didn't notice his left hand until he had the back of my dress unzipped to my waist and my bra unsnapped.

I remember feeling his hand on my bare back but not remembering how it got there. A minute later and both his hands were on my shoulders as he peeled the front of my dress down my arms. I remember bending my arms to help him expose me. The bra followed the dress and now he resumed pleasuring my left breast while kissing his way down to my right.

I thought rather indelicately, "Fuck. He is good," and moaned to let him know I liked what he was doing. 

"You have magnificent tits Moira," he said.

"Thanks. They're all yours. And you have very talented fingers."

I swore I detected a smirk when we exchanged glances a few seconds later. He was quite sure of his abilities. I should have been mad at being relegated to a piece of meat that if he pushed the right buttons would give up its treats, but I wasn't. He was what he was, a Casanova.

He resumed feasting on my breasts. I thought to myself, "He certainly knows his way around a pair of tits."

His right hand caressed the inside of my right knee.

He took his mouth off of my breast just long enough to ask, "Silk?" referring to my stockings.

I moaned, "Yes".

He took his mouth off my nipple again to say, "I love the feel of silk."

"Me too."

I opened my thighs inviting him to explore higher. As his hand moved up he learned I wasn't wearing pantyhose and I was using a garter belt to hold up my stockings. The touch of silk gave way to the flesh of my inner thighs. I was definitely ready for him to pet me.

He pulled the crotch of my panties to one side, slid his middle finger into me, and rubbed my very prominent and hard clitoris with his thumb. I thought he was going to bring me to orgasm, but he had other ideas backing off the moment he sensed I was about to. Somehow his left hand got under my dress and while fingering me with his right tried to peel my panties down with his left. I was happy I chose stockings and a garter belt because he physically couldn't pull them down unless he unsnapped all twelve suspenders.

I told him hoping I sounded like I had some willpower left but also to keep him from tugging at my panties, "No, just third base. No home runs tonight." 

I knew my resistance wasn't strong and if he had kept pulling at my panties I would have been the one unsnapping the suspenders so he could get them off of me. He quit pulling at my panties, didn't argue, and returned to taking me to the edge of orgasm. 

I don't remember if it was the fourth or fifth time of making me also climax, but he abruptly removed his hand and said, "Let's take a break."

I pleaded with him sounding I know frustrated, "But I was so close. You're driving me crazy."

That smirk he made when he smiled should have annoyed me but did just the opposite. Clayton wasn't the only in our marriage who liked a strong hand. Lance's domination and arrogance appealed to me.

He pointed to the mug, "Drink your coffee."

It was lukewarm, but I didn't care. It tasted good, made creamy after the whipped cream dissolved. I could taste the whiskey but it wasn't overpowering, adding to the coffee's flavor instead of overwhelming it.

He fully dressed and me with my upper body completely exposed enjoyed our coffees. I had cooled down, but I was dying to orgasm.

He then surprised me by announcing it was his turn. He told me to take off my dress. 

I did clad now in garters, stockings, and panties. 

"Let me take a look."

I posed for him. 

"You have a beautiful body, Moira. Peaches and cream is what your skin reminds me of. You are one of those women made to have babies because I can't find a stretch mark on you."

I joked back, "You're not looking hard enough." His praise made feel really good about myself. Clayton gave me plenty of compliments, but it was different hearing them from Lance.

"Now I want you to kneel."

He stood up as I knelt. 

"Undo my pants Moira."

I had his belt unfastened, slacks unsnapped and unzipped and down around his ankles along with his underwear in seconds. Unlike Saturday night his cock was soft. I wondered if I didn't arouse him. Soft his cock was still imposing longer and thicker than Clayton's penis was hard.

Instead of saying suck it he said, "You know what to do."

I decided to employ a trick of my own going for his scrotum. He opened his legs wide and I opened my mouth really wide taking one testicle and sucking it, followed by the other. Unlike Clayton there was no way I could get both of his eggs in my mouth.

His cock got a little longer and fuller but didn't inflate.

"That's enough," he groaned. "Do my cock before it gets hard."

I took his cock into my mouth which was deep. My nose was pressed against his pubes which tickled. I didn't have a strong gag reflex which was good because his cock was down my throat. 

"Very good, Moira, but I want to sit down."

My mouth remained glued to his cock as he sat down. I was on my hands and knees my head angled up to better align my mouth and throat six inches of semi erect cock down my throat. His bottom at the edge of the sofa and his hands on the side of my head he started thrusting his cock back and forth.

He also began to grow. What had been easy for me suddenly wasn't. My mouth he stretched wide and my throat felt choked from the inside. My eyes watered. I wanted to gag but couldn't and my salivary glands were in overdrive. He pulled out just enough for me to get some air into my lungs.

"Breathe through your nose Moira. You're doing fine. Don't worry about the spit on the floor."

For the first time in my life I really deep throated a man. Hard he was over eight inches and thick. He grunted with each thrust in and I exhaled and inhaled with each thrust out. My lips were raw from protecting his cock from my sharp teeth. I was as turned on as he was loving being his cock sucking whore. What offended me when said by Clayton excited me when I linked it to Lance.

He announced he was coming and sped up his thrusts then held my head tight. I could feel his cock contract but unlike the first time there was nothing to taste. His cum he deposited directly down my esophagus. I later imagined my lips wrapped around his cock as my labia, my mouth, throat, and esophagus as my vagina, and my stomach as my fertile womb being fertilized by his potent sperm.

Finished he didn't pull his cock out but let it get softer still fucking my mouth. When he finally extracted it I was one part relieved and two parts wanting it back.

"That was excellent Moira. Now I have a surprise for you."

He kicked his pants and boxers off, got up and walked to a closet where he removed a box. 

He placed it on the floor and took the lid off revealing what looked like a saddle.

"It's a Sybian, but one custom ordered." 

He knelt on the floor where he plugged it in, got up and fished out of a plastic bag a very big dildo.

"This is a mold of my cock. I know you want to orgasm, but that you don't want to go all the way. This is a compromise. You'll get to experience a likeness of me with me."

He snapped it on to the base and said, "Climb on."

It was then I had a choice to make.

I unsnapped my suspenders while he watched then peeled my panties off.

"Come here," he said, pressing his face to my bush, his hands cupping my buttocks. He kissed my pubis, told me I smelled delicious, and ran his tongue forcefully up my slit. I opened my legs wanting more. Other than Clayton no man had ever licked me. He stopped even as I pushed his head forward.

Now I was really wet and glad because Lance's likeness looked so big.

I straddled the machine, grabbed Lance's likeness, put it between my labia, and wondered if I would hurt myself if I just impaled it the length of my vagina.

Lance cautioned me to stop. He reached into the bag and took out a spray bottle. He squirted it on the dildo.

"Lube," he explained, "but specially formulated."

I didn't ask him what he meant but placed the dildo head against my vagina and just stood there giving my vagina time to adjust to something much bigger than Clayton or any of the dildos he used on me. 

He grabbed the control box and turned it on.

"Moira, unlike a regular Sybian the base pistons up and down in addition to going round and round, backwards and forwards. Let me bring Lance to you."

Lance thrust upwards and backwards a quarter inch, then half an inch, then three quarters, and finally an inch, but while he was going up and down he was also doing what no cock could do, spinning completely around his base, and moving fore and aft. I wondered how high he could thrust.

Lance hadn't been lying because the Sybian was proving to be a real treat. He handed me the controls and explained how to use them. It didn't take me long to get the hang of them and I quickly discovered Lance could thrust upwards four inches. He was now halfway in me and feeling very good. My pussy was creaming, its juices literally pouring out of me.

Lance reached over and grabbed my phone out of my purse. 

I asked, "What are you doing?"

"Helping you feed Clayton's kink. If this is what it takes to be your boyfriend it's a small price to pay."

His words sounded so sweet bringing me nearly to tears. He understood the baggage I brought to our relationship but he accepted it. He began to snap photos of me with four inches of his likeness fucking in and out of me. My legs were tiring and I was confident I could handle at least a couple more which was Clayton's size, but considerably thicker.

I slowly sunk down still afraid to bottom out. 

"Moira, three inches to go. You can do it."

I thought, "Three? Does that mean I have only five of him in me or is he nine, not eight, inches long?"

I had met the challenge of deep throating his entire length earlier so I thought, "Go for it."

I sunk completely down on Lance letting myself be impaled the full length of his cock.

I wasn't really paying attention to my cell phone he was holding up as I was focused on the dildo that was now plunging in and out, rotating round and round, and going back and forth and the pleasure it was giving me.

His voice barely registered and I watched him through eyes nearly closed. 

"That a girl, Moira. You did it. I'm all the way in you. Feel good?"

"Huh huh," I mumbled, "I did it."

He put the phone down, took the controls from my hand, and embraced me. I wrapped my arms around him as Lance fucked me. And he fucked me better than any man had ever fucked me. We exchanged a deep French kiss as his hands caressed my breasts, his fingers squeezing, pulling, twisting, and pinching my nipples. 

Resting completely on the pad I noticed the seat vibrated also going back and forth. I didn't need it to climax but I didn't shy from letting it sensually sand my clitoris. I broke from our kiss and shouted out, "Oh God, oh God, oh God," before climaxing. 

Normally I'm not multiorgasmic needing a break between orgasms. My boyfriend, Lance, would have none of that. He lowered the dildo's movements to being almost imperceptible and then slowly increased the motions bringing me within minutes back up the mountain, then down, then up, then down, then up, then down until I begged him to stop. I couldn't handle another orgasm. Each had been more intense than the last until they were almost painful, but it was a pain I craved.

He turned off the machine and we hugged.

Whispering into his ear I told him, "That was incredible. I am really looking forward to experiencing the real thing. Thanks for being so patient."

He nuzzled me back, "You're welcome. Trust me the real thing will be better. For you I'll do anything."




The Evolution of Moira's Marriage Ch. 03



The dildo now hurt but my legs were so weak and shaky. 

"Help me up," I pleaded.

As I got up and slowly freed my vagina of the dildo Lance held onto me standing as I did. My vagina produced a loud noise as the air the dildo had trapped inside it escaped. I was so embarrassed but Lance assured me, "Don't be. It happens every time." Those words made me feel good but also reminded me that while tonight was very special to me and unique Lance had experienced many of these nights before with other women.

I suppressed my jealousy because he hadn't meant to hurt me, but unlike Clayton who wanted to share me with lots of men I wanted Lance all to myself. I had, however, no grounds to ask him to be exclusive as I was very married and still very much in love with my husband, regardless of his kinks.

I also knew it was time to get home. It was late and I had to work in the morning.

I wasn't feeling remorse but emotionally felt overwhelmed. I picked up my dress, bra, panties, and shoes and headed to the bathroom. I urinated noting afterwards how raw and sore I felt. Inside I felt bruised wondering if that was my cervix I was feeling or had the head of the dildo penetrated even further.

He was dressed when I exited the bathroom, but the Sybian with Lance mounted to it was still out. 

"Ready," he asked.

I nodded yes.

On the way home I was quiet. He knew I had something on my mind. After all we had palled around for years and knew each other's moods. He thought it might have to do with the intensity of the sexual experience because what I had just experienced had been not only physically but emotionally on a level I had never experienced with Clayton. I never knew I was even capable of having five orgasms in such a short time but being in Lance's arms made them that much more noteworthy.

"Moira, penny for your thoughts."

"Lance, I know you have a lot of experience with a lot of different women and I know I'm in no position to ask since I'm married, but while you and I are together would you be exclusive with me?"

He pulled the car over the first chance he got and took my hands in his, "Moira, I want to be exclusive with you and I'm glad you asked. I don't want any other woman but you and I can handle you being married. I should but I don't resent Clint. I do envy him, but if it weren't for his kink I know I wouldn't be here with you."

I looked him in the eye and said, "Lance, I love you."

He moved his mouth closer to mine and said, "Moira, I love you too."



The Evolution of Moira's Marriage Ch. 04



After Lance dropped me off I entered a dark house. It was nearly midnight and I had to work in the morning. My evening with Lance had been so enjoyable but also physically and emotionally exhausting. My thoughts weren't about Clayton but Lance. 

Had we really professed our love for one another and what did that mean? I had no intention of leaving Clayton but I also wasn't about to shut the door on Lance as we were just getting started. I was happily surprised at Lance's understanding and acceptance of my marriage not to mention his support. Clayton's happiness was key to mine and Lance's so it was imperative Lance and I work together and get Clayton to willingly surrender all of himself to his cuckold, submissive desires.

I had read and listened enough to Clayton and my psychologist to know cucks craved manipulation, but knowing it and doing it were two separate things. When Clayton's profession to be cuckolded became more pronounced I did more than read and listen to Clayton. I sought professional help from a psychologist who had worked with couples like us. She wasn't just a psychologist, but a cuckoldress so when she spoke it wasn't just theory she was spouting but experience. As for her marriage it was strong as were her relationships outside of marriage. 

Clayton knew nothing about my psychologist because it was something I sensed would make him feel even worse about himself. He was a wonderful man, lover, and husband and if being cuckolded and submissive to me is what he needed I was going to help make it happen.

I went into the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. I was parched and while I had felt physically and emotionally hyperactive in the car with Lance the instant I stepped inside my house my long day hit me. I was thankful to see a note pinned to my bedroom door from my cuck advising me he was sleeping in his bedroom. He didn't write it but I knew he was doing it to give me space because we had talked ad nauseum about the realities of dating someone else and how that reality didn't fit into the fantasy all cuckolds shared, a wife clamoring for more sex from her cuck. He had also exiled himself to his bedroom to heighten his own arousal as I knew he was in there listening to me walk around softly stroking his penis but knowing he had better not climax. Knowing I would not venture into his bedroom which I told him was never going to be used for sex between us only added to his agony.

I changed into my nightgown, got in bed, and immediately fell asleep. 

In the morning I woke to the phone ringing. It was Clayton calling. He sounded very awake and excited, "Good morning, Moira."

I mumbled back a good morning.

"I didn't know if you'd sleep through your alarm."

Looking at the clock I was now wide awake, "Thanks. I did. I need to get moving."

"I know. We don't have time to talk, but I also wanted to call and tell you thanks. The photos and video were amazing. "

His comment jiggled my memory. I hadn't forgotten about the photos I had taken of myself getting ready for my date, but I had forgotten about the photos Lance took of me. As to the video he must have done that without my knowledge. I didn't know what else to say but, "So you liked them?"

"Liked them? I loved them. I'm ready to burst."

"You poor boy. I'll have to take care of that problem, but only if you're a good boy all day. And you're welcome."

I know he was dying to talk but I didn't have time and I wanted our discussion to be face to face so I shifted from sweet wife to controlling mistress, "Cuck, I need to go." I ended the phone call without waiting for his reply.

As I showered and got ready for work I didn't really think about Clayton, but about my evening with Lance. My poor pussy hurt from riding the Sybian and my throat was raw from deep throating Lance. The words love hurts held special relevance for me that morning, but the physical aches I felt were good. I looked in the mirror and smiled thinking about how hot my evening with Lance had been sexually but how good it felt emotionally. I was in love to the point of feeling giddy.

Work thankfully was busy. I was so happy all day my coworkers even joked that I must have gotten laid. They were of course referring to Clayton having no idea about Lance. Clayton didn't call to pepper me with questions which I couldn't answer at work. It was a point in his favor taking him one step closer to climaxing. 

I was tempted to call Lance all day but didn't as I was really paranoid about anyone hearing our conversation. I didn't need tongues. In my car at the end of the day I looked at the photos and video Lance and I took separately. I then looked at what he actually sent to Clayton which I knew nothing about. I was actually glad he sent them, but wondered if he knew it was Lance who sent them using my phone. When I looked at what was actually sent my cuck would have no doubts as to who took which photos and video. Watching the video and looking at the photos aroused me.

I pictured Clayton's little penis throbbing all day wanting to shoot off like a rocket. What Clayton didn't know was were my nipples and clitoris were also throbbing. I drove home eagerly looking forward to reconnecting with my cuck.

I was a bit annoyed I hadn't heard from Lance, but wondered if he was keeping his distance knowing I needed time with Clayton and our children. Still, I wouldn't have minded at least a text message inquiring about my day or telling me he missed me or how good our evening together was.

Clayton's anxiety grew through the evening as we didn't have time alone until after the kids went to bed. He was actually quite entertaining to watch as he expended his pent up arousal by being super domestic cooking a lovely dinner, cleaning up the kitchen with the girls' help, then folding and putting away the laundry he had started when he got home, sweeping then mopping the kitchen floor, and cleaning the half bath. 

Meanwhile the girls and I sat down and watched t.v. and chatted about their day. They asked me about my evening. I said dinner was enjoyable and decided not to lie telling them within earshot of Clayton who I knew was listening we skipped the movie as it was getting late explaining we instead went to his condominium as he wanted me to see it. They didn't say anything but I could picture the wheels in their heads turning. They asked about the condo and I told them it was very nice. One asked if anyone else was there and I told her no, just Lance and I. 

My intent was to make them comfortable with Lance being my friend as I was certain we would be seeing alot more of him. I told them a mix of truth and lies, how Lance made us a delicious Irish coffee (truth) and how we spent the evening reminiscing and doing a lot of talking (lie). 

Clayton's hyperactivity seemed to be waning and I told him to sit down and relax with us. He did listening more than talking as the girls asked me if Lance was married. I told them no. Had he been married? I said no. Was he gay? I answered I was pretty certain he wasn't. I asked them what they thought of him and they said he seemed very nice. One commented about him being handsome looking at her father as she said it prompting Clayton to speak up.

Acting nonchalant about her obvious dig, Clayton quipped, "I'm not worried," flexing his very big biceps before adding, "He might have me beat in the looks department but I've got the guns." The girls and I burst out laughing. He then said, "I'm glad your mom enjoyed her evening with Lance. About time she expanded her circle of friends."

He was referring to my female friends and made his comment to be funny so I wasn't offended. Clayton changed the conversation and got the girls to talk about their respective days. I studied Clayton interacting with our daughters and marveled at how good a father he was, how not just the youngest two, but how all four adored him. He encouraged them to be strong, independent, to think for themselves, to pursue what they wanted, to not let boys dictate their friendships or boss them around. Marrying him I knew had been the right choice.

I was eager to be alone with him and to have his head between my legs.

At 9:30 I got up, yawned, stretched, announced I was going to bed, wished the girls goodnight all the while looking at Clayton who immediately got the hint and announced he too was going to bed. 

Within minutes Clayton and I were naked on top of the sheets a very thick towel under my bottom. He looked as eager as I felt and I was glad he didn't pepper me with questions about my evening with Lance because I wanted action, not dialogue. Besides, the photos and video spoke for how the night had gone, excellent.

I did feed his libido by asking him, "Can you handle your wife being in love with another man because what I am feeling for Lance sure feels like love?"

He answered me by going down on me where I warned him to use only his mouth as I was too sore for his fingers or a dildo. 

"And go slow because I want to think about my night with Lance while you pleasure me."

A half hour later, courtesy of his talented tongue, I had a very powerful orgasm.

Afterwards he lay between my open legs resting his head on my bush. I caressed the side of his face and told him he had done very well and now it was his turn to climax. 

He asked, "Can I go in you?"

I gently answered, "No."

"Why?"

"Because I'm Lance's girl now. Only his cock can go in my vagina. Same thing for my mouth."

"Oh," he said obviously stung.

"Poor cuck. Don't pout. You knew this was going to happen, especially if I met a man better than you."

I knew he was soaking up the denial and humiliation and what would have made a normal man angry did just the opposite to Clayton. I didn't think it possible for him to be any more passive but he was asking me if there was anything more he could do to please me.

I tousled his hair, "Just let me have plenty of time with Lance."

"I will," he assured me.

"Now I have a treat for you. Get on your back. I'm going to ride you."

He got off of me and laid on his back thinking I was going to ride his face. I instead straddled his thighs. His penis was very hard perfect for what I intended to do.

"Clayton, while we can't have intercourse we can have outercourse." I moved up and with my labia open wide began grounding myself against his erection making sure to avoid the upper half of his shaft as I didn't want him climaxing before I did.

I didn't bend over to kiss him and told him to keep his hands off my breasts and to just close his eyes and concentrate on what I was doing. 

It didn't take much rubbing on my part to bring me to orgasm because while I was in effect using Clayton's penis to masturbate with I was thinking about all the fun I had riding Lance's pretend cock and how much I wanted to ride the real thing. When I began climaxing I slid my crotch up and within a half dozen strokes coaxed a climax out of Clayton which I knew was nice, but also frustrating as the pressure of my body on the underside of his shaft constricted his contractions. Instead of shooting out all over his belly his cum oozed out.

Afterwards I repeated what I did on Sunday, scooping up his ejaculate with my fingers and feeding it to him telling him, "I want you to get used to the taste of cum because when Lance starts fucking me I'll expect you to clean me."

I took advantage of the moment because I literally had Clayton eating out of the palm of my hand. He was in the zone, under my spell, eager to listen so I told him about my date sparing no detail because this I knew really pushed his cuckold buttons. 

As he got deeper into his own cuckold world I too got deeper into feeding his fantasies. In a way I was his own audio book except for one big difference. I was real flesh and bones and what I was feeling with Lance was equally real. I poured my heart out to him which affected him in two ways. His little manhood not only became erect but was involuntarily jerking all over his abdomen and he asked if he could me eat again.

I told him later but right now I needed him to be my friend, not my husband, and not my cuck. I laid down beside him. He held me as I told him how magical the night had been, how I told Lance I loved him and he told me the same thing. I had been on cloud nine all day but now was feeling confused if not used. 

"Why hadn't he called me today if he wasn't just playing a game?" I asked.

Clayton said he didn't know but was certain Lance wasn't toying with me. Always the optimist he said, "I bet it's to give you space, time to talk to me, the kids. He doesn't want to intrude."

I didn't realize it but I was crying.

"I don't need space Clayton and I want him to intrude. One phone call wouldn't have been to much too expect would it?"

Clayton assured me, "Moira, Lance will call you."

"I don't know. I just don't want to be another notch on his bedpost. He's been with lots of women."

Clayton pointed out, "If he saw you as another conquest Moira he wouldn't have taken no for an answer last night. He would have figured out a way to get you into his bed."

"I suppose you're right," I sniffled as he wiped away my tears with his thumb.

I rested my head on Lance's chest and he continued consoling me.

Our voices were very low, almost whispers even though the chance of our conversation being overheard was zero as my bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from where the girls were.

It was just so much warmer and intimate to speak so softly. 

Clayton actually apologized for his fetish seeing it as the real source of my pain.

"Moira, maybe we should put it back in the bottle," referring to his cuckold desires.

I felt better hearing him say those words because I knew how hard they were for him to utter. He had been waiting for this moment for years. I appreciated his willingness to sacrifice a huge part of himself for my happiness.

He continued, "I don't like to see you all torn up like this. It's not fair of me to ask you to do this, to put yourself out there not just physically but emotionally."

His words really cheered me up.

I patted his chest and grabbed hold of his penis which was now soft.

"Clayton, I'm a big girl. I knew what I was getting into, but knowing it and living it are two different things. I hadn't put myself out there since I met you. He made me feel secure, but less than twenty four hours later I feel so vulnerable. What happened Saturday and last night exceeded my expectations."

"Moira, mine too. If there's anything I can do to make it better just say the word."

As he was saying it an idea popped in my head. I had too much pride to call Lance.

"Clayton, would you call Lance?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"But he's your boyfriend."

He referring to Lance as my boyfriend was pure music.

"I know. I can't call him, but you can." 

"What will I say?" he asked understanding I had my pride but willing to risk his.

"Go get my phone. It's in the kitchen. I'll think of something by the time you get back."

"It's late," he said pointing to the clock.

"Then you'll wake him up," I countered.

He got up, put on a robe and retrieved my cell phone. He closed the door, took off his robe, and got back in bed with me handing me the phone. I noticed when he took off his robe his soft penis was now erect again. 

"Did you figure out what I'll say?"

"Yes, when he answers tell him you are. Then I want you to thank him for taking me out and for sending him the video and photos. If he asks tell him you would be honored if he wants to see me." 

I dialed the number and handed the phone to Clayton adding, "And before I forget I want you to call him sir."

Lance picked up after a few rings. He had been asleep. I could only hear Clayton's side of the conversation but what I heard I liked.

"Lance, it's me Clayton. I'm sorry sir for waking you up."

"Yes sir, I know it's late but I wanted to talk to you before it was too late. I thought you might still be up. If you want I'll call you tomorrow sir when you are more awake."

"What's on my mind? Well, sir, I just thought I should call and thank you for showing Moira such a good time."

"Yes sir. I had a good time too knowing you were taking care of Moira."

I wanted to grab the phone from my cuck's hand but didn't. If Lance wanted to speak with me he would tell Clayton to give me the phone. Several minutes passed where Lance did all the talking and Clayton the listening.

When it was his turn to speak and as I scripted he said, "And sir, thank you for sending me the video and photos of your evening with Moira. I appreciated them very much."

Followed by a moment later, "I would be very honored if you wish to continue dating Moira."

Lance spoke obviously inquiring about my interest in him.

"Yes sir, she told me she had a wonderful time with you."

"Yes sir, she's here. I'm giving her the phone now. I will. Again, thanks Lance for taking such good care of Moira."

My heart was pounding. Clayton handed me the phone but instead of giving me space he began to work his way between my legs. I started to move away until he said, "Lance's orders."

I opened my legs but not before telling him to go slowly.

Lance explained why he hadn't called and it was just like Clayton said, to give me space. I assured him I didn't need space, but him. He asked me out for both Friday and Saturday which I didn't hesitate to accept. I didn't care if Clayton had plans for us either night because I was now in full cuckoldress mode eager to please my boyfriend all the better if it included humiliating my cuck of a husband.

Lance asked every few minutes or so how Clayton was doing. I told him he was doing fine, but not nearly as fine as I felt last night. Lance started telling me everything he planned to do to me and recounted how hot last night had been. 

So, while I had phone sex with Lance, my cuck performed oral sex on me. It was a very memorable night, marking a first for me as I had never been serviced by one man while talking on the phone to another. He joined in jacking off as I told him what Clayton was doing. He held off his climax until mine started then let his loose. 

We said good night to each other but not before telling each other I love you. 

I wasn't just happy but ecstatic thanking Clayton for cheering me up and for making the phone call. I noticed his penis was throbbing literally dripping precum but ignored it. We instead lay on our sides face to face. He was still in the zone, but there was discomfort. Lance and I had really humiliated him. 

For the first time in our marriage I offered him my breast for solace, not sex. He latched onto my nipple and we both fell asleep me consoling him for being such a good cuck.



The Evolution of Moira's Marriage



He slipped part of one hand under the back of my slacks and panties wanting to feel real flesh in his hands. He implored me during one of our times we came up for air to let him get his hands on my ass and promised to be a gentleman. 

I sat there straddling him, my breasts fully exposed and wet with his saliva, breathing heavy and asked, "Do you promise?"

Lance said, "I swear."

"Then go ahead."

He moved his hands to the front of my pants. I leaned back and watched as he unfastened them and then lowered the zipper. True to his word he didn't try and caress my sex because if he had whatever resistance I had would have given way.

He moved his hands back to my rear and this time easily slid his hands under my slacks and panties. We started kissing again as he kneaded my buttocks. Somewhere during our make out session he exposed more and more of my ass and soon had one of my cheeks in each hand. We continued rubbing against each other and making out, but it abruptly ended when I heard the 10 o'clock news end. I figured one of the kids would be coming home in the next half hour to hour and was positive Clayton would give us advance notice but I couldn't take the risk.

I told him it was getting late and one of the kids might be getting home. He said he understood. I buttoned my shirt, got off of him, stood up. My legs were shaking and stiff from having been on top of him for so long. I pulled my panties and slacks up, zipped up, and fastened them. He sat there intently watching mesmerized I thought. It felt good to be so desired. I knew Clayton desired me but after all the time we had been together it was different. Lance's lust was stronger, untamed. It reminded me of just how aroused I would be after all those make out sessions when I was younger how it took every ounce of willpower to not go all the way.

After I rearranged my clothes he patted the couch next to him. I sat back down and we hugged. He whispered, "That was incredible. You're incredible. You have no idea how aroused I am right now."

I kissed him and said, "Trust me. I do." I then did something I hadn't even thought of. I patted the bulge between his legs. He put his hand on top of mine and pressed me against him. 

"You're so hard," I told him.

"I am. I am ready to explode," he assured me.

I kept my hand there moving it just enough for him to do what he did next. He didn't say anything but looked me in the eye as he unfastened his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his slacks. His cock during all our grinding had broken through the snaps of his boxers. It stuck out. I put my hand on it. His was way bigger than Clayton's. I marveled at how smooth it felt for being so hard. The head was wet with precum. I ran my thumb against the underside. His body shivered and his cock twitched.

"Lance, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

He could tell I was as impressed with his cock as he was. Bewitched by my warlock's fleshy wand. 

"Suck it," he answered. His voice was low. There was no pleading, just a command, on his part.

I didn't say a word until I got off the couch and between his legs. 

"Cover me with the blanket, just in case." It was I later realized a totally stupid request as I wouldn't have fooled anyone. 

He pulled his pants and boxers further down until they were at his ankles. With his legs open wide I put both hands on his cock and licked the source of his precum then opened my mouth really wide glad for once how big my mouth was and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He was I thought so much bigger than Clayton it was scary. 

Lance covered me with the blanket. As I sucked him he placed his hands on each side of my head guiding him. He hadn't been exaggerating about being ready to explode because within a few minutes of sucking him I felt his hands tighten on my head keeping me locked onto his cock and he began to spurt what felt like streams of cum towards the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow but it didn't matter as the only desire I had was to swallow all of his cum. 

I hadn't swallowed Clayton's in years and it had been a long time since I had sucked a cock. I had also never seen, touched, or had in my mouth a cock as big as Lance's. I had seen porn movies and pictures of well endowed men but nothing compares to seeing something so big up close and personal.

He didn't move his hands from my head until I had sucked him dry. As he grew soft I took him out of my mouth and like a cat cleaning a kitten I licked his cock. I was now his cock loving slut. I wanted more of him, to make him hard again, to feel his cum hit the back of my throat.

He ended our evening, "That's enough. Time to put it away and for me to get going."

He didn't thank me but I thanked him for letting me make him feel good. 

He was I noticed a bit smug answering me with, "You're welcome."

I let his slight slide as I didn't care. He had me hooked from the moment I wrapped a hand around his cock. I actually stayed on my knees scooted back and helped him pull his pants and underwear up. I kissed it one last time before he covered himself. He stood there watching as I zipped him up, buttoned his slacks, and fastened his belt.

Normally, the taste and texture of cum in my mouth made me rush to the bathroom to spit it out and to brush my teeth, but this time I relished the aftertaste. It had been a long time since I had allowed Clayton, when he looked forward to my blowjobs, before his cuckold desires came out, to cum in my mouth and I never swallowed. I had eagerly not just sucked Lance's cock but happily swallowed his liquid seed.

I felt giddy and it wasn't from the wine.

Lance said, "I had better go."

I hugged him answering, "I wish you didn't have to."

We were both hinting at the same thing wishing there were no kids around so he could spend the night.

I took him by the hand and told him, "I'll walk you to your car, but let's see Clayton."

He immediately went from being smug to nervous. His body stiffened, his hug seemed forced. I told him, "Relax. Let me do all the talking. Clayton won't bite."

He reminded me alluding to Clayton's height, "It's the little dogs who do."

I teased him, "If he misbehaves I'll roll up a newspaper and swat him on the nose." 

I knew if I allowed him to keep worrying my own confidence would plummet. I needed to be totally in control when Lance and I walked into the dining room. I took him by the hand and we went into the living room our fingers interlaced. 

Clayton looked up from his laptop. He had been working, but we all knew what he had really been doing is listening. His cheeks were bright red. I knew as much as he wanted this to happen he couldn't help but feel conflicted and embarrassed. 

He greeted us and said something about having to catch up on a lot of work or he would have joined us. It was so lame as to be almost laughable, but it was I knew his attempt to save his dignity. What he was trying to say is if he hadn't been busy his wife wouldn't have been on her knees sucking Lance's cock. 

Instead of letting our guest Lance thank him he thanked Lance for coming over and keeping me company. He said, "I hope you had a good time and we'll see more of you."

Lance assured him, "I had a great time and I'm certain you'll be seeing a lot more of me."

Lance then extended his hand. Clayton got up from his chair and they shook hands. I hoped their handshake wouldn't turn into a test of wills. Would Lance with his much bigger hands squeeze Clayton's as a sign of his dominance or would Clayton who had a very strong grip put the squeeze on Lance silently telling him you might own my wife but you don't own me.

Luckily there was no test of wills. I breathed a sigh of relief. Still holding Lance's hand I told Clayton I was going to walk Lance to his car. Each of them said goodbye. Clayton sat back down and Lance and I went out the front door.

It was a nice night. The moon was full and the sky free of clouds. 

We stood by his car and hugged. I had decided it was up to him to make the next move. If he didn't I would pursue a friendship with another man or maybe even give up on being a cuckoldress. After all I knew Clayton loved me in his own tortured way. 

Lance didn't disappoint me. He asked, "When can I see you again?"

I hugged him tighter molding myself against him appreciating his height and how secure I felt in his arms. "When do you want to see me?" I replied.

"Soon. I suspect you're not free during the week."

"Lance, I can be available. Just pick a day and time."

"How about Monday? We'll go to the movies."

"Monday works for me."

To test his comfort I asked, "Will you pick me up or do you want me to pick you up?"

"I'll pick you up if that's okay with you. We'll have dinner before the movie."

I ground myself against him, "Oooh, that sounds like a date."

He assured me his tone serious, "It is. I want you for my girlfriend Moira."

My heart galloping I told him, "And I want you for my boyfriend Lance."