I knew the moment that I got off the bed wearing my new attachment, that things were never going to be the same again. Trish was already racing ahead of me and setting a pace that I just couldn’t keep up with. For one thing, if I was going to write a cuckold story it would never have occurred to me to actually live the experience. Instead, I would have taken other people’s accounts and put them into a fictional context, but Trish had a different approach.
That evening we sat quietly and talked. She was still wearing her yellow tennis dress but her panties were quite damp now. I fondled her as we spoke about where we were going with all this. Trish admitted that she was getting quite swept along with it as well.
“I used to think that most women would be horrified if their husbands turned round and asked them if they could share them with another man but I can see things differently now,” she told me. “If you just look at it from the sexual side, it is exciting. Having the sexual freedom to enjoy sex with other men is really exciting.”
“You want to fuck Abe don’t you?” I asked her.
“I’m not sure to be honest,” she replied. “I find it exciting that he wants me. I enjoy hearing from him about what he would like to do to me in bed. It is nice to be wanted in that way. But I don’t want it to affect our relationship.” She added.
I said nothing.
Trish reached over and touched my bulge, “Mind you, I do love leading you along with it all. Abe thinks I would make a good Femdom wife.”
I remained silent as she fondled me.
“How far will you let me take you?” She asked me.
I shook my head, “I don’t know to be honest,” I told her, “I really don’t know.”
I felt quite uncomfortable. My cock couldn’t stretch properly. It wanted to grow fully erect; it wanted relief as well but none was forthcoming.
Trish reached over and kissed me. “Let’s just see how it goes,” she told me. “This weekend we will go shopping and you can buy me some really sexy underwear as well as a new dress.”
“You have lots of sexy underwear already.” I told her.
“I know,” she replied as she touched me again, “but they have all been for you. I want something special for him; something exclusively his and I want you to buy it for me.”
“W...what’s the point if he won’t be seeing it?”
Trish kissed me again, “Who said that he wouldn’t?” she told me as she smiled. “I may let him see me and I may not. It just depends how I feel at the time.”
I kissed her and at the same time slipped my hand inside her panties. She was very moist; wetter than usual in fact. I suddenly felt the urge to taste her and I slipped down on to the floor between her legs. Trish lifted her bottom as I reached for the waistband of her panties.
She cried out the moment my tongue touched her and a flood of juices greeted my tongue. She was horny; there was no doubt about that. Using my thumbs, I prized her pussy lips wide open to feast upon her. I knew that Trish liked to be eaten this way; long strokes of the tongue up and down her furrow and over her clitty, followed by some deep penetration inside her love channel. Trish also liked me to take her inner labia lips in my mouth and gently nibble at them.
I knew that Abe was on her mind as I did it. I knew that she was thinking of him but it didn’t bother me. I just enjoyed her bucking and writhing under my face. I enjoyed her hands digging deep into my skull as she held me in, and I enjoyed the feel of her juices gushing against my mouth and soaking my cheeks. I also enjoyed her cries and screams that resulted from her oral satisfaction. Trish must have had four or five orgasms by the time I finished.
Naturally, I wanted satisfying as well. I wanted my cage off and her hand around my cock but Trish wouldn’t comply. As I stood there in front of her with my trousers down and holding up my shirt to give her access, she just gently held my cage and shook her head. “Abe said I should leave you alone until he comes next weekend,” she told me.
My heart sank.