I’m naked in bed with Malik and we’ve just finished coitus (in case you didn’t know, that’s a word that means Malik just finished fucking me). As usual, Paul stayed for our first session and then left for Malik and me to continue fucking any way we wanted. Paul wants to watch me being fucked missionary, but more adventurous sex bothers him.

I love sex with Malik, and most of the men Paul will share me with. Still, there is something I’m missing. Marci said something about a talk about cuckolding she saw something about, at La Amour Shoppe.

I leaned over Malik and engulfed his cock, picturing the contrast between my fair face and his dark cock. The taboo aspect of sucking his black cock gave it a special spark. My dad would die if he knew what I do with him. 

Suddenly he’s holding my head still and instead of me sucking him, he’s face fucking me. He reaches so his finger’s on my clit, and I explode as he comes in my mouth and down to my tits.

I love it when he does that to me. It’s so, ah, primal? If only I could get Paul to lick me clean, after he watches, so I can feel his tongue in my cunt (Paul hates it when I use that word, but it sounds so potent)

We’d fucked twice, and he’d face fucked me, so after taking a shower, to clean the cum off my mouth and tits, I got dressed, and Paul and I went home.

In the car, I kissed Paul and thanked him for getting Malik to fuck me. 

He reached over and touched my tit, saying, “Every time I see your sweetie’s cock disappear inside you and I see the bliss on your face, I love it.” Sweetie, that’s what he calls the men that screw me. 

At home, we got ready for bed and crashed.

After breakfast the next morning, I sat at the table thinking about what Marci had said. I’d known her since college, and we’d talked about Paul sharing me with other men, and I shared that though I loved the sex, I felt something was missing.

It was the control issue, with Paul in control, not me. He picked the guys; he picked when; he picked how.

At lunch, I went by La Amour looking for the flyer about cuckolding. When I went in, I looked around for something to buy, so it wouldn’t seem like I came in for the flyer. I decided on some padded cuffs and went to the cashier and casually looked at the flyer. It was four meetings over two weeks. 

  Tues Introduction to cuckolding.

Thurs Why do you want a cuckold relationship, and what kind?

Tues How to start: getting your husband on board and looking for a lover.

Thurs What to expect, your first time. 

Okay, that might help decide if that's what I want. It’d be worth it to know enough to decide.

It says to call between six and seven, so I made a note to call.

When I called at 6:30, a woman answered and I asked about the seminar. I wanted to find out who was giving it, the speakers.

It was five wives, all with cuckold husbands and varying histories. I signed up immediately.

The first meeting was an introduction to cuckolding, and when I went into the meeting room, there were about twenty women there, including Laura Bell, whom I knew from church, and Paige from work. Hell and double hell.

The second meeting talked about cuckolds and other non-monogamous marriages. After the meeting, I talked to one of the speakers, Payton, and she told me about her transition from being shared to cuckolding her husband, Bill. 

It was a revelation. I could be in charge of my sex partners, not Paul. All I had to do is to be assertive.

The next night, I had Paul in bed with his cock in my mouth, when I pulled away and took it in my hand. “Um Paul, this weekend, Friday night that is, um, I’ve wanted to tell you that from now on, I’m going to be deciding who fucks me, not you. You’re not sharing me with your friends; I’m, ah, going to,” I paused, having trouble getting the word out. “Paul, I’m going to pick my partners, and I’ll let you watch, um, sometimes, but when you watch, you’ll watch until I say you have to leave.”

I licked his cock, and he was leaking cum, “I’m starting it on Friday. We’re meeting at the Carte Bar and Grill, downtown, for dinner, drinks, and dancing. Then, we’ll go to his house.”

“Who are…” Then he sat up and said, “What did you say?”

I leaned over, kissed him, and said, “You’ve been letting me fuck guys for years. Now the only difference is I get to decide who’s cock it is. You used to be in charge, and I’ve decided it’s my body, it’s my choice from now on. I’ll decide who, when, where, what, and who watches.” 

“Who are you meeting?”

“His name? Um, let's just say Dawson, okay, Paul. It’s Dawson.” I grasped his cock and whispered, “Paul, I want it clear. Going forward, I’m in charge of who I fuck, not you. Friday, you’re staying home, and you won’t try and sneak a peek. Okay?”

Is it going to work like it did for Payton? I hope so.

Paul didn’t look like it was going to be okay, but he said nothing at first. 

A few hours later, he hesitantly asked, “Um, am I invited to watch still?”

“Well, if you want to, Paul. There are conditions, though. It’s not going to be every time, and when you do, you have to clean me. I want you to lick my cunt clean, um, and any other…all the cum on me.”

I looked at Paul seriously and said, “This time, Dawson and I are going on a date, and you’re not invited. We’re having dinner, dancing and then we’re screwing.” I thought for a minute, recalling a story by KeyLime something, that had the cuckold, that sounds perfect, to describe Paul’s new role, get the wife prepared for her lover.

“Do you want to earn points toward being able to watch?”

“Um, what do you mean, Olivia? Earn points?”

“You can still be involved if you're willing. I’d like you to help me get ready for Dawson. Help me bathe, trim my pussy hair. Trim it and shave the edges. Pick out my clothes. Get me ready for my date. God, I’d love that.”

Paul shut down when I said that. “If you can’t, I can do it myself, but it might take longer before I let you watch.”

I stroked his cock a few times, and then I licked it. I put in my mouth and sucked while I stroked it. I could tell he was getting closer and closer, and then he gave an inarticulate yell and came. He suddenly pulled back, and he came on my face. He’d never done that before. I’d never let him do it before.

That was an interesting reaction. I’ve sucked him off before, but never like this. 

“Lick it off now, Paul. You deposited it on my face, now you get to taste it.” 

He didn’t move until I said, “You want to watch me fucking? Do you even want to know when I’m cuckolding you? Lick it off!”

He had a startled look. He hesitated before saying, “You’re serious? You really want me to…”

“Yes, I’ve never let you cum on my face, you know that. Well, you did, and now you have to lick it off, taste it, and swallow it.”

He slowly put his hands on my head, leaned forward, and started, hesitantly, but got most of it off. He looked at my face and got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and wiped me down.

We kissed and then we spooned with his hands on my tits.

I think I’m going to like this, being more assertive, and picking my sex partners from now on.

Friday morning, I got up early and shaved everywhere except my genital hair, and then got Paul to do that.

When I got home from work, Paul was already home. When I took my shower, I made Paul soap me up with special attention to my pussy and ass, and then apply lotion on my entire body.

He was trembling when he saw the bra and panties I’d bought for tonight; a passionate red bra and panties, together with a red body suit. When he saw the new dress, which was translucent, almost transparent, he almost lost it. “You’re wearing that? In public?”

I grinned and said, “I’ll be covered. No one will see anything they shouldn’t except Dawson, maybe. But that will be when he takes everything off.”

My nipples hardened when I said that. 

I kissed him, dressed, and left him there, still trembling.

I met Mike at his house. Mike, not Dawson, because I knew Paul doesn’t like Mike. I’d dated Mike before Paul. And I think he was jealous of him. He wouldn’t approve of us fucking again. 

He greeted me at the door with his wife. “This time it’ll be just Olivia and me. Well, unless Olivia changes her mind.” He grinned at her, and we left.

In the car, I said, “So Tanya takes part in your um, they aren’t extracurricular activities, are they?”

“No, definitely not. She loves a three-way with another woman. And adds a lot to the experience. If you’ve never made love to another woman, this is your chance.”

“Ah, well, it’s a thought. You won’t try to talk me into it later, will you?”

“No, that’s a promise I never break. If you decide to try it, though, just say three-way. That’s all.”

I sat there, not thinking about Tanya. At all.

At Carte’s, we parked and helping me out; he said, “I love your outfit. A lot of the time, when I bring women here, they wear as little as possible. You look sexy as hell, and I’m going to love taking it all off. It’ll be like unwrapping a fancy present at Christmas.” He paused. “An incredibly delectable present.”

That made my tits harden, thinking about later, when Mike undressed me. Would he be undressing me for himself, or would I let Tanya watch? Couldn’t I just let her watch Mike undressing me?

“That was a wonderful thing to say, Mike. I can’t wait until you’re doing that. Again. It’s been a long time.”

We walked in, and a lot of the people stopped talking and looked at me. I wasn’t dressed over the top, but close to it. I hoped Mike was enjoying the attention like I was.

Dinner was delicious, as always there. And when we went into the bar area, we got some wine to drink. After we finished the wine, we danced until the band took their break.

At the car, Mike stopped me, and then kissed me, with his hands on my tits. My eyes were closed so I could savor the sensations until he pulled away, saying, “Let’s go home now so I can get you undressed. Olivia, I’m going to really enjoy tonight.”

When we drove up, he stopped on the driveway and got out to open my door. I hesitated, saying, “Mike, I haven’t changed my mind um, exactly, but is it possible that…”

I tried again, “Is it possible for Tanya to watch you undress me? Mike, is it?”

Say yes, Mike. Or at least maybe, if he talks to Tanya. God, what’ll I do if he says no? Will I change my mind and say threesome?

Mike thought for a moment before saying, “I can call from here and ask. It’s not common. But…”

“It’d be more powerful in front of her. For me. The thought of your wife watching you undress me is intense, more demeaning to me.”

He stepped away from the car and called. They talked for a bit, and Mike was saying okay. He said a few words, and then he brightened up, and I could hear him say, “I love you, too.”

“She said yes. If I undress you in the living room, not the bedroom where we’re going to fuck. It’s the living room, or no.

Yes, yes, thank god yes.

“I’m willing to let you do it there.”

He helped me out of the car, and we went to the house. Standing on the porch, he kissed me again, opened the door, and led me into the living room. 

Tanya was sitting there in a wide-open knit sweater thing over a black bra. Her bare midriff and her tits, shaped by her bra, were tempting even for a heterosexual woman like me. I noticed I was licking my lips, looking at her.

Mike helped me take my heels off and kissed me in front of Tanya.

She was licking her lips, and I could see her arousal through her bra. 

I heard myself say, “Tanya, if you want, you might…you could help Mike undress me, uh, for him, for Mike.”

She looked at Mike before standing next to me. The body suit had a zipper in the back, and she unzipped it. After she pulled it forward, she caressed my back, and I moaned. It felt wonderful. 

She slipped it off, then unfastened my bra and slid it off. Then she bent over my tits and sucked on the nipples.

I was moaning and saying, “Tanya, god, Tanya, that is so erotic, your mouth on them. Harder, please, harder.” She moved her mouth to the right side of my tit and sucked again. My hands moved unconsciously to hold her mouth there.

“Again, mark them again. My other… and I moaned some more. 

She shifted and bit my other tit. I almost collapsed, but Mike was still holding me.

I felt her move away, and then she was pulling my panties down. I could feel my orgasm nearing.

“Mike, my cunt, put your fingers in my cunt. Tanya, my tits, harder.”

When his fingers entered my pussy, my orgasm hit and I had to depend on Mike and Tanya to hold me up.

“You knew what would happen, didn't you? You were right. I want Tanya, too. Your bedroom?”

Can I tell Paul what happened? I’m going to have to edit it for sure. I can’t tell him I fucked Mike, and that I’d experienced that threesome that Paul’d asked for. 

Two women fucking Mike. No! Just no.

Mike led me into their bedroom, and Tanya and I undressed him.

I texted Paul, We’re at his house, Paul, don’t expect me soon, dear. Howard promises to give me a great time.

Shit, it’s Dawson, not Howard. At least I didn’t say Mike. I can’t retrieve it and fix it. So I hope he doesn’t notice.

Tanya pushed me onto my back and kneeled between my legs and was murmuring, “That looks…delicious, Olivia.” Her tongue swept down my slit from my clit to the passage to my cunt.”

I was writhing under her expert ministrations when she pulled away and said, “Dont forget her mouth, Mike,” and then she went back to my slit. 

I’ve never had a woman do me like this. I’m going to need this again. It’s wonderful.

When Mike turned my head toward him, he put his cock in my mouth. He forced it in.

I’ve never enjoyed having a guy’s cock in my mouth before, but the combination of Tanya eating me and now Mike’s cock—it’s fabulously arousing. 

I was trying to focus on my cunt, and his cock in my mouth, but I couldn't because I was feeling my climax approaching. When it hit, I grabbed Tanya’s head and pressed it against my cunt while I was desperately trying not to bite Mike's cock.

“Mike, I want to feel you cum in my mouth, please.” I was having trouble talking, but the combination of the two of them drove me wild. Suddenly I felt his cock pulsing, and then there was a flood of Mike’s cum overflowing my mouth. At the same time, I came. 

Mike's cock was softening as I sucked on it, trying to get all his cum.

We held each other until Mike’s cock stirred. This time, Mike’s cock was in my pussy and my tongue was in Tanya’s. I was having trouble focusing on Tanya’s clit  I was writhing under his assault on my cunt when she screamed. This triggered me and then Mike at the same time. I think it was my scream that pushed Mike over the edge.

I was lying there, soaking up the sensations, when she moved down and thanked me for her getting off. All I could think was three at once, three orgasms at once.

Afterwards, we lay there, holding each other, until Tanya kissed me, saying, “You need to get home now.” 

We cleaned up, and I dressed and left. 

What do I tell Paul? The truth, the complete truth, or lie about Mike and Tanya. 

I parked in the garage and walked into the house, hoping Paul would be asleep. As I entered the living room, Paul was still awake in his chair. 

“Did you have a good time?” Paul asked. He stood and held me for a moment before adding, “Tell me about it.”

I kissed him and said, “Yes, Paul, it was memorable…”

I’d been waiting up for Olivia to come home from her date for hours when I heard her drive up. I’d undressed for bed, but ended up in my chair, naked, with my cock in my hand. I was still trying to cum, unsuccessfully. Looking at the clock, it was after 3:00 in the morning, and I’d only gotten one text that said she'd be late. Well, she was right, 3 o'clock is late. I’d known what she’d been doing with Dawson. Or was it Howard? Maybe it was Howard Dawson?

I heard her use both names. In any case, I knew what they'd been doing. She was with her lover, alone. It was the first time I hadn't picked him, and the first time I hadn't been there. I’d been picking lovers for Olivia for years and enjoyed watching. 

“Did you have a good time?” That was the first thing I said. I stood and held her for a moment before adding, “Tell me about it.”

Do I want to know? Was it better when she picked her fuck partner, like she thought? Well, I asked.

She kissed me and said, “Yes, Paul, it was memorable…” She paused and said, “It was Mike, yes, that Mike. I wanted someone I knew.”

Mike? Hell, she means her ex before I started dating her. I’d always thought he was better than me. I’d suspected she’d thought he was better than me.

All I could get out was, “Mike?”

She started telling me about the sex with Mike and Tanya, and she got to Tanya undressing her when I interrupted. I didn’t say a word; I took her blouse and opened it without taking time to unbutton it. She didn't have her bra on, and I took advantage, by putting her nipple in my mouth. I saw the marks left by Mike and Tanya, which just intensified my reaction. I wanted to leave my signature on her tits. My welts and bruises to show my ownership.

Instead of resisting, Olivia welcomed my ferocity. I heard her whispering, “Yes, Paul, harder, harder.” Which just intensified my brute force. I slowly calmed down to mild incoherence.

“You’re mine, Olivia, you’re mine. In the end, you come back to me!” I finished undressing her and forced her against the wall. “Olivia, put my cock in you. Show me.”

She leaned into me and kissed my neck and bit, before kissing me, and then slowly touched my cock. She slipped the tip in her, and I thrust to completely engulf my cock.

I kept up my thrusts until her spasms made it impossible to hold her. Just as I almost lost control, I climaxed, and I had her trapped between my cock and the wall behind her.

I was spurting when she said, “That's what I want to come home to.”