6 comments/ 36936 views/ 8 favorites To Begin With Ch. 01 By: Silkluvr Please do not read any further if you are not an adult. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story, please feel free to email any and all comments or critiscism through the link below. I'd say that 60% of my stories will be based on actual real events, with 40% from the fantasies in my mind. Enjoy! (I hope!) Late Saturday night, we were lying in bed, I was wearing my favourite black silk boxer shorts, Nic in a short white silk chemise, holding each other, just starting to get into some foreplay when the subject came up again. "Why? You have never explained to me why. Why would you want me to sleep with some one else, why would you want me to kiss another man? I don't understand", her questions came with a slight air of exasperation. Obviously, the erotic movie I had rented, 'Delta of Venus', with it's intense interracial scene had made her mind think back to last weeks conversations.... I struggled to express myself to my fiancé without coming across as weird or begging, "Well, I just think, you deserve to get the most, the maximum satisfaction you can get, sexually, and I think you should try it with someone else." I paused, about to turn the conversation in a direction not touched on previously, "Well, I'm not the 'biggest' guy, and you've been with bigger guys than me in the past. I'd just like you to try it I guess." "Do you want to sleep with someone else, is that the reason you want to do this?" "No, I absolutely do not want that. This isn't about me, I don't want anybody else, I just want to see you happy, or happier. I.... I don't know, I just want to see you really, truly, pleasured, fucked I guess" We lay there in bed for a while, holding each other kissing, our hands stroking over each others bodies. I could sense she wanted to say something, like she was thinking over what she was going to say next, the nerves of the situation affecting her too. "Could you honestly handle it? Could you, seeing me with another guy?" "I think so. I think I could. Do you remember when we first started seeing each other, and we had our first falling out. You kissed another guy in front on me that night. At the time, I couldn't understand things I was feeling, I was angry but at the same time, I was turned on. You'd been reading your little books, the Penthouse Letters books, and it had kind of put a seed in my head about this. This whole wife watching, voyeur thing started for me then. Reading those books you had it put the thought in my mind. That's why I've been checking those stories out online" "I never thought of it that way. But could you handle it. If I was to meet someone else, to date someone else, what would you do, what would WE do? How would it change our relationship, you don't just start adding people to a relationship and expect things to be normal afterwards" "I'd do whatever you wanted me to do" She asked, "Could you handle it? Could you handle seeing me with another man?", she kissed me, her tongue pushing into my mouth as her hand released my cock and moved up to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "Could you cope with another set of lips on mine, with another set of hands on me, on my nipples, another tongue licking my nipples? How would you feel when my hands touch another man?" I lay there, kissing her back between her questions, trying to resolve the turmoil in my mind, was she being serious, was I being serious, could I actually go through with this if she acquiesced? Ah, the great agony of the cuckold.... I made up my mind and decided to make the leap for all I was worth. I guided one of her hands down to my cock and closed her hand over it. She moaned into my mouth, squeezing and slowly stroking me. I breathlessly said "yes, can feel how hard I am", and we began kissing again. I stroked her hard nipples through the silky fabric before sliding my hand down over her hip, over her legs and between her thighs, quickly spreading her thighs and sliding my hand onto her pussy, spreading her soft pussy lips to reveal her moistness. "You feel so hard." she moaned "would you be harder if it wasn't your cock I was playing with, but a bigger one? A thicker cock, a longer, thicker cock." The last sentence was said in an almost imperceptibly different tone of voice, like a change had come over her. I knew at last, that we were about to go into uncharted territory in our relationship, that from now on, things would be different, no matter what the dawn would bring. I mumbled my consent, feeling my cock harden even more. Knowing that my admission had changed the balance of the relationship, I made a move to what would soon become an even more regular position for me. I rolled onto my knees as Nic slid towards the middle of the bed, pulling down her slip, my tongue, circling one nipple then the next, sucking them into my mouth then gently biting. Further I went, kissing over the silk, down over her belly button to between her glorious soft thighs. Here I was, in what I thought was going to be the ultimate position of submission, between my lovers thighs, about to try and give as much pleasure as humanly possible with a tongue to the woman I'd had just permitted to see other men. Men with bigger penises than me, men who would slide their penises into the pussy that had been mine alone for four years, that I had fucked, licked and sucked with all that I could, but that I had now told it could hunt down others to pleasure it. With my arms under her legs, almost lifting her pussy to my mouth, I began to trace her lips with my tongue. The natural arousal Nic was experiencing caused her lips to spread at my touch, allowing me to lick up and down her pussy, over her hard little clit. My mind swam with images of Nic, on her back, some hot stud forcing his cock further inside of her than I had ever been, stretching her open. In my minds eye, he wasn't wearing a condom, she had given her ultimate consent in my fantasy, allowing her pussy to feel the skin to skin contact of lovers. My tongue danced over her clit as she moaned to me "yes, lick me, lick me so I can cum on your face baby. Lick me like you never have, GOD YOUR TONGUE IS GOOOOD!" She came then, her back arching off the bed as she moaned loudly. I slowed and softened my licking, moving down from her clit to her pussy, flicking my tongue a little lower down to her forbidden anal opening. I began to crawl up the bed, about to lick my tongue onto my arm in attempt to get rid of some of the taste of the now satisfied pussy when Nic said "go brush your teeth". The taste of her own pussy was something that Nic had never liked in all our years together, but brushing my teeth had never really been the done thing in the past after oral sex. I got up from the bed, leaving Nic in her post orgasmic come down and went to the bathroom to rid myself of the smell of her pussy. As I stood in front of the mirror letting the toothpaste do its best, I thought about what just happened in the bedroom. I had taken the first step in my road to my fantasy life, the one where I'm Nic's cuckold, where she is my mistress, where I am her slave. My face beamed red as I stared down at my boxers, the wet spot where my cock had been pressed against them evident even against the black silk material. I quickly washed my face and once again looked into the mirror. I thought to myself, 'and so it begins'. I returned to the bed, looking at Nic's beautiful body, I assume she'd removed the slip while I was cleaning my teeth. I went to her side of the bed, her dark eyes following every movement I made, eventually concentrating on my erection tenting against my boxers. "Take them off for me". I slid them down, feeling them puddle at my feet, before stepping out of them, slightly spreading my feet apart in order to appear manlier in front of her. She sat up, padding her feet lightly down either side of mine, my cock just below her eye level. I wondered what was going to happen next. She'd never really been much into the giving of oral sex; I could count the blow-jobs through our relationship on my hands. She took my cock in her left hand, the engagement ring apparent even in the soft candle light of the bedroom. She slowly pulled my foreskin back and forth, eventually revealing the pink cockhead. "How big is it?" she asked while stroking. I'd measured it many times and new the answer without having to think. With a fantasy like mine, and with the size of penis I had, it was something you did, simple as that. "I don't know, average maybe" I said, not sure where this was going. "No, it's not average, it's smaller than average, probably thinner average too. Go get the ruler from the desk and we'll measure it length wise" she told me. I went to pick my boxers up but she told me no, that I had to walk through the cold house naked to get the ruler. I almost jogged through the cold rooms to get the ruler from her working desk, aware of the effect the cold would have on me. When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed Mr Purple was sitting on the bed next to her. Mr Purple being an 8" long purple, waterproof toy I'd bought her a few months previously which she enjoyed incorporating into our sexlife. I started to stroke my cock harder as she took the ruler from my hand, but was quickly tutted to stop, meaning I wasn't going to be measured at full strength. She switched on the bedside lamp, then placed the ruler at the base of my cock, against my pubic bone. "Hmmm, five inches, not enormous eh?" She looked up at me, a slightly wicked smile on her lips. "If memory serves, isn't just under seven more like the average sized penis, looks like you're quite a bit shorter than average. I could feel the deep crimson on embarrassment crawl over my face, reddening me to the point I thought Nic would be able to feel the heat against my face. I looked down, my humiliation, and the arousal I was experiencing from it had caused my cock to harden somewhat, pushing me closer to the 6" mark. "That's a little better, but" she said as she picked up her toy and began to measure, "how does Mr Purple compare". The ruler told the story I knew from measuring the toy myself. 8" of solid vibrating fun. It was bought to replace another toy, Mr Blue (I admit, the imagination was not running strong during the naming of the toys!), and was slightly longer and thicker than the toy it replaced. It had been my sneaky intention, to gradually work up to a longer thicker fake cock, even though Nic was only ever comfortable with about two thirds of the toy in her. "Looks like Mr Purple is the new man about the house then judging by this. Ok, I'll give you a chance to make your dick bigger, stroke it for me, and show me how big you really can be." I had no idea where this humiliating talk was coming from. Sure, the stories I had printed out for her to read when I was going down on her always had some form of hot wife / interracial / cuckold theme, but they were never as strong as the ones I read myself or the groups I subscribed to, the ones that if she read, would reveal the extent of my fantasy. I stroked myself, the full impact of what was happening in the bedroom making me as hard as I could be, as blood filled and engorged as my cock would ever get. Yet I looked down at the ruler she held next to me and saw that I was still below six inches, still shy of being the 'man of the house'. I looked down to her face as she looked up, "don't worry John, this will make it all better", and with that her mouth closed on my cock, the hot tongue sliding over my cock slit and around the head. She dropped the ruler and picked up Mr Purple, rotating the base until the buzzing of the motors within could be heard. I jumped as she placed the head of the cold plastic toy against my perineum, the vibrations sending a shiver through me as the sensations, combined with the tongue on my dick head quickly sent me over the top as images of Nic being pleasured by other men filled my mind. Nic had just enough warning from the moan to pull her mouth from me and aim the cum about to pump out of my cock away from her face. My cock erupted over her shoulder and onto the bed behind her. I almost sagged if it wasn't for her moving the vibrator around and between my butt cheeks until the vibrating shaft of the toy was against my ass hole. Along with her hand squeezing me a little more than I liked, I wasn't allowed to slip into my usual post cum stupor. After 10 seconds of being buzzed, the toy was removed and Nic let go of my hand. Our eyes had never looked away since she pulled her mouth off me. "Get in bed John, I think its sleepy time". The next morning, after what I can only describe as a restless fantasy dream filled night, I woke up before Nic, pulled on my boxers from the floor and my dressing gown and headed through to the kitchen to prep some breakfast for the two of us. Our usual Sunday routine was for me to rise early, get some breakfast together, eat, shower then head out to a mall for some browsing and shopping. As I mixed the scrambled eggs on the stove, Nic appeared behind me, wearing her black silk dressing gown open showing her white short slip beneath. She stood behind me as I added the pepper to the eggs and slid her hand around into my robe and took hold of my now stiffening cock, "morning Big Boy, sleep well?", her question and the tone meant that last nights discussion and ensuing fun was not going to be forgotten or put on the back burner until a later date. "Morning sexy, yes, I slept well." Her hand slipped under the waistband of my silk shorts as she grasped me in her hand, stroking down my foreskin so the sensitive head rubbed against the soft, smooth material. "Mmmm, that's nice" "Just checking you still get turned on by just my hands. Don't want you getting used to last nights methods do we now?" We finished breakfast with the usual small talk of a Sunday morning, talk of NASCAR and Football on TV, shopping for the week, what's on at the cinema, what Mall we're going to later. We both finished quickly, showered dressed and got ready to head to Pentagon City Mall.... To Begin With Ch. 02 This is not a continuation of the previous story as such, it is forward in time a few months. it may help to read To Begin With Pt 1 to get some form of continuity! Comments and criticism are, as always, greatly appreciated - through the link below. The phone rang twice before I answered it. "Hey, it's me".... It was 1.30am on a Saturday morning and Nic had been out with two of her friends since 7pm on the Friday night, nothing special as far as Jen and Susan were concerned, but to Nic, this was what the two of us (mostly me if I'm being honest) had been thinking about and planning since our conversation late one night several months ago. We'd spoke about my desire to have Nic sleep with another guy many times since she'd said she would go for it, sometimes she was hesitant, sometimes she was backing off, and sometimes she was the slighlty dominant woman I wanted her to become. We'd decided for the time being, to avoid the various websites that offer Adult hook-ups, or the Cuckold Forums that I spent many happy hours viewing with one hand on the mouse and one hand 'roughing up the suspect'! Instead, we'd taken to going out together a lot more often, spending time people watching, trying to figure out the who and the where for this initial step into my cuckolding. It was a strange side effect of my fantasy of wanting to see her with somebody else, that we had grown closer in the build up to the event. Looking back, I think this closeness and intimacy helped Nic make up her mind to go through with the first time. On some nights, we'd go out into town, get a table at a restaurant and enjoy both the meal, wine and the views of the other patrons. Sometimes there would be a guy at the bar she'd like, but there was never a time where she would feel comfortable approaching them. Other times, we'd be out in one of the clubs in town, either dancing or with friends and she'd spend some time dancing with other guys, slyly glancing at me as I propped up the bar, attempting to hid my arousal from the clubbers around me. Occasionally, after one to many vodka tonics, she'd be dancing close to someone and she'd let them get closer than what would normally be acceptable to an engaged woman. Their hands would go around her hips, attempting to be sublt, but to any observer, it's always obvious what's going on. The hands would begin exerting a small amount of pressure, pulling Nic towards them. Nic, even though she'd could politely be described as tipsy at this point, would normally turn around and face me, the guy she was dancing with oblivious to what or who she was looking at. She'd look at me, her brown eyes telling me the story of what was going on behind her. Nic would slowly back up to her potential paramour until their bodies were together. Normally, his hands would be down on her hips, moving down towards her ass in order to get a grope. Nic would, after a few weekends of this, let them cop a feel of her, let them find out she was wearing a small thong and not shorts or larger panties before seperating and eventually making her way back towards me the bar and me On one occasion, she was dancing with a tell black guy, which to me was already well on the way to being the hottest thing I'd ever seen when, instead of her normal dancing / grinding with the guy, she kept facing me while moving one of her hands between the two of them. I can still see it so clearly, the guys face, a smug grin as he looked at his friends, Nics eyes smouldering at me as her hand found the outside of her dance partners jeans, then finding which side his cock was, feeling it with her finger tips, her breathing becoming heavier as she realised what she was doing, she turned around, said something to the black guy then made her way to me before quickly dragging me to the coat check to collect our jackets. She kissed me then even more passionately than she had done the night we'd made our minds up to go through with my fantasy, her mouth and tongue hotter than anything I'd ever experienced. Later that night as we lay in bed, she asked me what I was thinking about when she slid her hand down to the guys crotch. I told her the music seemed louder, that my head became kind of fuzzy, but all I could focus on was his hand on her top, her hand down between them and the look on his face, that he must have known you'd find something large down there. Apparently I wasn't wrong as she told me he was a very big guy, not only physically (he must have been a good three of inches taller than me as well as quite well built), but that his cock felt larger semi soft, as mine did fully hard. At this point we both knew we were moving along at a good speed in the fulfillment of the fantasy. I answered her call with a brief "Hey" back at her. "Where are you, you having a good time?" "Yeah, we're a little bit tipsy, we've had a couple of COCKtails and made our way to Cotton Club". Her emphasis on the fist sylabel of the word cocktail let me know what she was thinking, and the fact they were in probably the darkest nightclub in town, with the most mixed clientele was a sign that she was going to go through with what we'd been discussing. "Cool, how you feeling?" There was a pause, I couldn't be sure if it was that she didn't hear me over the music, or if she was distracted by someone, but there were a few seconds of background noise before Nic laughed and responded. "Yeah, really good, nervous, you know." another pause "I've found a potential friend". WOW, here it is, no more talk, no more flirting, or groping, here it was, her chance to make me, her fiance, the person she was going to marry in 14 months time, who was going to be the father of her children, her chance to make me her cuckold. After this, our relationship would forever be changed. What can you do when in this situation, given the choice between your fantasy coming true, the thing you've masturbated about a thousand times, the fantasy that has driven you to various websites everyday. "Really?" I blurted out "Who is he, what does he look like, what are the girls doing, what are you.." "Stop. I need to get back before Susan comes looking for me. All I can say is he's the one, I just know, we've chatted and danced, he's attractive and he's made it obvious he wants me" She let her information hang there as I took a deep breath. "I'll call you later let you know how things are. Gotta go, love you!" "Okdoke, well, enjoy yourself, but be careful, love you too" I said, although when I stopped talking I realised the call had ended before I had finished my last sentence. Now the waiting begins.... To Begin With Ch. 03 Comments and criticism are, as always, greatly appreciated. It wasn't for another two hours before Nic contacted me again, a quick text saying her girlfriends had gone home, she was really enjoying herself with 'Stewart' and she'd call me on her way home. 'Stewart', I thought, doesn't sound like a typical erotic story name! Where was my DeSean, my Tyrone, I laughed to myself I looked again at the message on the screen, red faced, cock hard in my other hand while I stroked it for the umpteenth time that night. The images running through my head of Nic standing in a strangers living room, jacket casually tossed on a nearby sofa or chair, her arms linked around this Stewarts neck, his hands down on her waist, pulling her into him. They would be kissing very passionately, not the sloppy kissing of two amateurs, but soft kissing, lots of tongues and lips, two people very much into the moment. His hands would slide down to her black trousers, over her ass, cupping those cheeks through the cotton as I had done many times. I imagined he would leave one hand on her butt, while slipping the other back to her hip, then up and over the black silk halter top, the material so soft and cool to his touch. She would be moaning into his mouth, knowing where his hand was headed, to cup her soft breasts, to tease her nipples.... I'm startled from my little fantasy by my mobile ringing in my hand, Nic, says the caller ID. I take a breath to calm the speeding of my heart, then press the green key as I lift the phone to my ear. "Hey you" I say, the words almost strangled in my throat by my nerves. "Hey back at you", she says "I'm having a great time, this is a lot of fun!" I was very relieved to hear this from her, a bad start to our new lifestyle would probably curtail it before we begin. "Cool, I'm glad to hear that" I said, my voice returning to some form of normality. "What you up to?" "Well, I've been, how do they say it in the stories, 'a naughty girl'. I'm back at Stewarts apartment, it's really nice, you should see this place. We've been back about an hour, I told him I had to call my friends let them know I was alright so I could call you." "Ah, very clever indeed!" "He's an excellent kisser, really good, knows just how much tongue to use if you know what I mean" "Oh, right" I answered, not 100% sure how her comment made me feel... "Weve been on his sofa for the past hour getting to know each other better, a LOT better" she giggled, " He likes my top, says he loves a woman in silk... I think he'll like my panties. Oh, better go, sounds like he's done in the bathroom. I need to ask you something quickly first..." "Yeah, what is it?" "Well, I was wondering, how far can I take this tonight? How far do you want me to go? I think things are moving faster than I thought they would, but I want to know what you are comfortable with?" I pondered her questions quickly in my mind, she wasn't getting carried away with things and was almost seeking my approval. "As long as you're comfortable with things, then it's up to you. This is about you enjoying yourself, about you getting something different and exciting, k? "Good, I'll call you later, I really love you, you know!" "Love you to babe" We both hung up the phone, but to do decidedly different things. I was going to sit there, alone, only the glow from my laptop screen illuminating the darkened study. Nic, well, she was going to do whatever she wanted, and that, in all likelyness was going to involve a guy I'd never met and she had only known for a few hours, discovering that she was wearing silky black knickers that I'd picked for her to wear and who knows what else. 1½ Hours Later I woke up out of a sleep I had no recollection of falling into as my mobile buzzed and rang on the desk. I glanced at the clock to see the time as 4.30am. I couldn't believe how late it was, it was almost time for the sun to begin it's daily climb and here was Nic, calling me... "Morning!" she said cheerily as I answered. "I'm on my way home, should be back in about 15 minutes, can you get some money ready for the cab as I don't seem to have any cash on me, must have spent it in Cotton Club last night!" "Ok, I'll get some cash, see you soon" After brushing my teeth, (I figured why not be ready for a kiss!), I stood by the window watching and waiting as the dark night gave way to a grey morning. Looking down the road, seeing a taxi cab pull into our street I went to the front door, bathrobe on against the cold morning air. The cab pulled up in front of the house, Nic stepped out, she looked sleepy, tired, but very sexy, the woman of my dreams, fulfilling my dreams. We walked towards each other, me towards the car, her towards the house. She almost fell into my arms, leaning in, her mouth searched for mine and we shared a brief kiss. The smell of alcohol was overly evident on her breath, but there were no other aromas for my tongue to detect to detect. I hustled over to the cab driver, paid him $40 for a $30 cab ride and followed my beautiful fiance back into our house. She had went on ahead of me, leaving her handbag on the sideboard, discarding her jacket on the stairs, her shoes were next outside the bedroom door. As I followed this breadcrumb trail, I began to get hard again, thinking of what we would talk about, what I was going to be told on the other side of the bedroom door. I pushed it open to find a pair of black trousers in a crumpled pile just in front of the bed. Nic was under the covers, apparently, still with her top and panties on. Actually, I thought to myself, was she still going to be wearing the panties, or like in the stories, would they be a momento for her nightly stud, a deers head for the hunter, a trinket to be hung on the bedpost and boasted upon with friends. I hung my bathrobe up on the back of the door and padded over to the bed, slowly pulling the bedcovers back to reveal Nic, nipples hard against the silk of her top, a drunken, horny smile on her face. "Come here baby, I have lots to tell you" I slid into bed, both our bodies cold from the exposure outside, the warmth of the bed and each other heating them up. My arms went around Nic, pulling her towards me, my hands sliding down to the elastic of her still there panties, was I relieved or disappointed? She rolled on top of me, her favourite way of warming up when she was cold, her body pressing down on me, she ground her pussy down onto my cock, the panties and boxers creating extra friction. Our mouths met and opened, sending two tongues into battle to warm each other up. My hands held her ass, pulling her down onto me as I lifted my hips upwards, grinding together for stimulation. I reach to her neck and undid the halter top, pulling the straps over her head as we broke from kissing. She sat up, straddling my waist, to pull her silky top off, revealing her beautiful breasts, small, but perfectly formed, topped with two perfectly circular and very erect nipples. "Well, where to start" she whispered as she beckoned my lips to her nipples. "I have had an amazing night, very, very enjoyable. I honestly didn't expect it to turn out this way, I was very surprised the way things worked out with Stewart then Susan and Jen, almost like it was meant to happen!" I wiggled my body so I could sit up against the headboard, an easier angle for me to attend to the two tic-tacs that needed sucking in front of me. I leaned in and started with her right nipple, slowly circling it, teasing it and flicking it before swapping to her other nipple. I thought it best to keep quiet and let the story come out on it's own. "We first ran into Stewart and his friends in Jupiter, the new bar on Main Street, he offered to buy us drinks, so we accepted. Anyway, he and I got talking, he's a smooth talker by the way, and we talked some more. Jen wanted to head to Cotton Club, you know she can be a bit pedantic that way, so we left, but I gave Stewart my mobile number and told him to call me later." She paused briefly to tell me she was enjoying what I was doing to her. "So we're in the Cotton Club when my phone buzzes, it was a text from Stewart saying to look behind me, there he was! He and his friends had decided to go to the same club, a very happy co-incidence wasn't it? Stu bought us another round of drinks and we went dancing. To cut a long story short, this went on for about an hour, he was buying drinks, there was some dancing, then he came and asked me to dance alone with him. At this point, I knew it was going to happen, there had been, uh, chemistry between us, just enough to get me going" I was loving this, lying beneath Nic, her sexy silk clad ass in my hands (if you haven't guessed, I have a thing for silk!) as I played with her nipples. My hands alternating between being on the outside of her panties and inside to hold her naked ass. I'd still not managed to get my hands to the front where I'd have played with something a lot more fun. "He's a good dancer, maybe not as carefree as you, but he's not an idiot out there. After a while, a slower R&B song came on and he pulled me closer to him. To be honest, at that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else in the world except this stud I was dancing with. He pulled me close, put his arms around me and looked down at me. I couldn't help myself John, he made to kiss me and I kissed him back, it was sooooo good! So soft, and perfect, yet so erotic, I could feel my nipples tingling, like I was turning red all over!" I was grinding hard up to her at this point, dry humping her though my boxers and her pants. "Oooh, feels like little John is enjoying this story as much as I'm enjoying telling it!" I mumbled my agreement to her, quickly glancing up as she smiled down at me, her black hair falling forward and covering her face. "Once the song ended, we broke our kiss and headed back to the bar, luckily, Stewarts friends had been distracting Jen and Susan, Jen was a nguthy girl too with Stewarts black friend James by the way, what a sight those two looked, I'm sure you would have enjoyed seeing her white skin in his dark arms!" I couldn't help but moan at this, my cock hardening even more against her. Jennifer was porcelain white, natural blonde hair and very skinny, the thought of seeing her in the arms of a dark skinned lover was something I had allowed myself to imagine more than once. "Ha ha, thought that would get you going. They took me aside and asked if I was fine. I told them Stewart was looking after me and that they shouldn't worry about me." She made a small gasping noise, "I love it when you suck my nipples like that! Anyway, where was I, yes, they both had asked if I was alright, then said they were going to get something to eat with Stewarts friends, an early breakfast I presume. Well, I was having a great time, hopefully my bra hid my nipples enough, although the top you picked out for me would have shown them up pretty obviously! I told Jen I'd catch up with them later, but that Stewart and I were going to stay and, well, I said dance, but I really meant kiss!" "They tried persuading me to go with them, but I declined as Stewart dragged me up for another go around the dance floor, that was the last I heard from them except a couple of texts later on. Was probably about 1.30am they left, not long after I had called you actually." I was going out of my mind hearing all these details, my fantasy come to life. I decided I wanted to switch positions, so with the usual level of shuffling, we manoeuvred until Nic was now on her back and I was above her. To be honest, I had one goal, get those black knickers off and get my tongue inside her soaking pussy! "Mmmm, you're being a bit dominant this morning, not like you really, is it?" she asked me as I kneeled between her spread legs, staring down to where her legs met her torso. "Go on then, I know what you want to do." I slid my hands down her legs, picking them up and placing them on my shoulders, kissing her ankles as I reached down to her ass, pulling at the elastic waistband, sliding the silk panties from under her and up her legs, then over her feet. As a 'wannabe' cuck, I couldn't help myself, I simply had to sniff the crotch of her panties. The cotton gusset was very damp, but not discoloured in any way, my lord it smelled like heaven. I quickly dropped the panties just behind her butt and started to spread Nics legs, lowering my own body down to her tightly cropped pussy. My lips made contact at the top of the hairs, kissing down, ever down, until I'm confronted by her beautiful moist, clearly aroused pussy. "You be a good boy and just stay down there while I finish my story now, ok. Well, once we were sure Jen and Sus were gone, we started making out like you wouldn't believe, not the soft kiss from earlier, but a lot more tongue, very hot, very very passionate. His hands were all over me at this point, and I had my hands on his butt! We quickly decided to make a move to his apartment. Luckily, another happy coincidence, he lives 5 minutes walk from the club, so it didn't take long, apart from a couple of stops in shop doorways for some more kissing, to get back to his." I was loving this, slowly teasing her clit, probably doing 'the alphabet' if you know what I mean! "Like I said on the phone, he has a very nice apartment, your kind of style, minimalist, dark wood, lots of electronics and gadgets. He took my jacket from my shoulders, very gentlemanly, and we both sat down on the couch. I'm sure you can guess what happened next, lots of kissing, lots of hands touching and stroking. My hands did some squuuuueeeezing...." She drew out the syllables, emphasising what she had been doing. My mind was full of my fantasy, loving the images, the thought of them both on the sofa, maybe having slid down a little, her top may have inched up a little from the bottom, his trousers tenting where she had been squeezing... "We stayed like this for a long time, just getting to know each other, god, I was soo turned on. Here I am, engaged to be married, and I'm letting a guy I've known for two hours squeeze my nipples because my fiance gets turned on thinking about it, speak about having wild thoughts! I was turned on, I was nervous, I was thinking about what you would think of me, what this guy was thinking while he was rubbing the front of my trousers" "Stewart got up and went to make us both a drink then hit the bathroom. That's when I called you by the way. When he came back, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom too, I actually didn't really need to go, but I wanted to do something. Have you noticed something was missing when I came home? My bra maybe? Well I took it off in his bathroom and left it there as a momento for him for afterwards. I wanted him to have unobstructed access to my nipples for the remainder of our time together. Ha, it feels funny saying that." "So when I left the bathroom and returned to the couch and Stewart, I sat close to him, nice and close, he immediately lent over and began kissing me again. His hands were on me in seconds, sliding up my top until he felt my nipples through the silk. I could feel him almost pausing at that point, realising I'd removed the bra! Well, within about 30 seconds, he had slid my top up and had began using his talented tongue, alternating between my nipples as his other hand tried to unbutton my trousers. I reached down between his legs, and, like a typical male" she laughed, "he'd already unbuttoned his jeans! I laughed a bit at that thinking I maybe wasn't the first girl he'd taken back. I reached in between the buttons, sliding my hand under his shorts until I touched his cock. God he's a big guy, thicker than you are, quite a bit actually, and at least, maybe 2 inches longer." This was music to my ears, hearing my fiancé describe another mans penis,that she had touched no more than an hour earlier. I could almost feel my own cock getting ready to cum as she described what she had been doing. With a quick tap on the shoulders, she indicated she wanted to change position, manoeuvring so that we quickly slipped into a 69 position, my mouth lifting upward to cover as much of her pussy while she gripped my cock in her hand and lent down to lick the head of my cock. "I still love your cock mind you" she said, although I was in no doubt she liked the bigger one she'd been holding earlier. She laid her head on my right thing as she rubbed me up and down and continued with her story, "well, Stewart was going to town on me, making me very horny and I had my hands down his pants playing with him, but it wasn't exactly comfortable where we were sitting. By now, I'd managed to pull down his foreskin and was stroking the head with my thumb, he seemed to like it a lot." "I began to think about what I was doing at that point and what we had spoken about earlier, about how far I was allowed to go. Well, I know you said to do what I wanted, but I began to feel that I was at the point of no return, that if we'd moved to the bed, we'd have went all the way. To be honest babe, I'm not ready for that." Confused, I stopped my licking and moved my head up a bit as Nic moved off me, still holding onto my cock. She moved along side me, moving in so that my arm went around her. She snuggled close to me. "That's where our story ends for tonight I'm afraid. I told Stewart after a few minutes that we should take it a bit slower and that it was almost my bedtime. I think you and I need to maybe talk things through a little more before we, and it's 'we', not just 'I' go to the next level of whatever it is we are doing!" I lay there with my loving partner next to me, my cock slowly deflating as the nights activities ended, the sun coming up and shining through the curtains, Nics legs wrapped around mine, already sleep in my arms. What would the future bring, well, I knew our adventure hadn't come to an end, it was merely the beginning. We'd opened a door to a world where our roles in our private lives would change dramatically, where in the future, I would take Nic to a party where we would watch other people have animalistic sex, where I would take her to other parties that we would both be involved in. A life where I would come home from work to find Nic in bed, tired and used from a day of sex with a lover, a life where I would sit tied to a chair as two men, then three men would use her body. A life that would culminate in a wild party where Nic was the main attraction and I would be wearing a leather mask and her underwear. Yup, life was about to get a lot more interesting!