A few months later, Oliver was sharing some full-length porn films with me when he showed Fun Away From Hubby. It was shocking. A woman at a bar picked up a hunk, and after some very explicit foreplay, they ended up in a hotel room. It was scary how closely it followed my script with Mark, including a call home to hubby where she was fucked on the phone with him.

I blurted out that we’d done that same thing when we’d been on the phone when I was in SF. I was being fucked while we were talking.

Surprise, he wanted to watch it happen. I knew I couldn’t, wouldn’t let him watch. No way in Hell. 

We had some major arguments, but I was resolute—no watching. I realized from Mark that I couldn’t trust myself.

It took me a long time before I saw that he really wanted me to cuck him, and eventually that need, to be cuckolded, overcame his need to see me being fucked. 

When he submitted to me, he said, “Paige, I’m hearing you; you don’t want me watching. It would be electrifying for me to witness you…”

I interrupted adamantly, “That won’t happen, ever.”

“Yes, I heard you, but if you ever… no, let me finish. If you ever change your mind. But what you did that time you were in LA, called me, when you told me, you called me to check in while he, god, he was fucking you right then…”

I interjected, “He was licking m-my clit and made me, made me, god it was explosive when I came.”

“That’s what I want you to do: call to check in with me while you’re screwing him.”

It was several months later that I met Nolan. I was having a drink with Katie, a friend from work, before dinner when two guys approached us. Katie’s single, divorced, and sex-deprived, so she invited them to join us without asking me. 

They introduced themselves: Franklin and Nolan. From the beginning, Franklin focused on Katie. That left me for Nolan. 

I watched with some amusement as Franklin worked on Katie, getting her interested in him. I didn’t realize Nolan was doing the same to me. If he’d used the same technique, I think I would have recognized it happening.

Franklin was touchy, hand-holding, and a little kissy. Nolan was pleasantly interested in me. He even asked me about my husband. When we finished dinner, we went back into the bar for a last drink, and then Katie and Franklin went dancing, and whatever they wanted, leaving Nolan and me at the bar.

I had a second glass of wine while talking to Nolan. I’d be lying if I denied thinking about Mark, and that night. I was going to order an Uber home when Nolan offered to drop me off. In front of my home, he kissed me and gave me his phone number. “Here, let me call you so we have a way to get in touch. I’d like to know you better.”

After that kiss, there was only one way to interpret that remark.

When I got inside, I was so horny; I had Oliver undressed in minutes, and I had sex with him; we didn’t make love; it was screwing from the beginning to the end.

I was trying to relieve the sexual pressure I’d developed, remembering that night with Mark. Mark’s cock taking my mouth that way, tasting his cum, and talking to Oliver, my husband, with Mark’s tongue on my clit, 

 I almost called Nolan for some afternoon delight. I was especially glad that I resisted until Oliver was scheduled to be out of town. 

A few days before Oliver was scheduled to be gone, I invited Nolan for an after-work drink. We talked for a bit when I blurted out, “Nolan, um, Oliver is going out-of-town, Wednesday night, and I’d like you to keep me company.”

I paused. “If you’d be interested?”

I sat back, almost panicked. I’d never done this before. Invite someone home to fuck me.

“I’d love to. When do you need the company?”

I relaxed; it was going to happen. Nolan would be there. I licked my lips, imagining his cock in my mouth.

You don’t realize how much I want this, especially. I want to feel your cock between my lips, in my throat, cumming. That and everything else we can do. 

I leaned over and kissed him and said, “You can come over right after work. He’ll be there all day Wednesday and return Thursday night. I have an extra garage door opener I can lend you.”

“I can be there by six or six thirty at the latest.”

I answered, “I’ll be waiting, Nolan, um, is your car here?”

“Yes, it’s…”

I interrupted, “In their lot? Let's go there. I want a taste—um, a taste of your cock.”

He led me to his car, and we both got in. I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. I admired it for a bit and then took it in my mouth. It was thicker than Mark’s, but about the same length. “I want the whole thing, please.”

As my lips closed around it, he lifted off the seat. “No, no one's ever been able to get it all in.”

He quit talking as I tried a couple of times, and it was completely engulfed. I pulled back and licked it and asked, “What did you say?”

“As I was saying, no one’s been able to get my entire cock in their mouth until you, wow, Paige.”

I gave him one last lick, tasting his pre-cum, put his cock away, and smiled.

As I got out, I said, “I can’t wait until I get you to cum like that, and I can really taste it.”

I didn’t go home immediately; I sat in the car dreaming about Wednesday. When I did get home, we ordered in, and I sat there pretending to watch TV.

On Wednesday at work, I was distracted all day until I told my boss I had to go home because, well, because I’m meeting my new lover there. 

Right! No, I said I had a terrible headache and couldn't concentrate. When I got home, I took a shower, trimmed my pubic hair, and put on a very seductive dress I’d gotten on holiday with Oliver. It’s a chiffon maxi dress with an iris blue color that fades into a glorious white at the top and bottom. Best of all, the deep V shape neckline means no bra. 

I’d never worn it because it never seemed to fit the occasion.

This is the perfect occasion, my first time with a lover at home, waiting to be screwed, completely taken. I can’t wait until I get to feel a lover’s cock again, between my lips, tasting his cum.

I got dressed and was waiting when I heard the garage door open and close.

He’s here. Should I get up and greet him standing?

I stood there in the living room when he came in. He was wearing a sky-blue polo shirt that brought out his blue eyes and black trousers, tight enough to show his hard cock. This was not a work outfit; it was clothes you'd wear to meet your lover. 

That’s appropriate; that’s what I’m wearing. God, he looks luscious. 

I greeted him with some kisses, and he greeted me with an exclamation, “Wow, Paige, if I’d known…God, that’s beautiful. Perfect. You're perfect, too.”

Then, he slipped his hand inside my dress and touched my breasts. It felt electric. I’d worn my dress for him, but didn’t expect to wear it long.

I gave him one last deep kiss and then went to the sofa to offer him some Pino Gris wine. 

The thing I wanted most was feeling Nolan's cock in my mouth. It’d been months since Mark and I had screwed, and it was urgent to have a cock in my mouth again. I wouldn’t let Oliver do it. He didn't even know that I loved it, so it’s been months.

I insisted he undress and sit in Oliver's chair. As I kneeled in front of him, I took his cock and started licking, saying dirty things. “It looks so beautiful, and it’s going to taste heavenly when you cum.” I was making lots of pleased sounds when I engulfed it in my mouth. It was all the way in, to his balls, and I was sucking on it, when I felt it spasm. I was pulling back when it exploded. The first spurt went down my throat, and then some in my mouth, and the last few spurts on my face and on my dress.

When I could talk, I said, “That was perfect, Nolan. I got it everywhere I wanted. I absolutely love letting you face-fuck me and cum; it’s delicious.”

That’s twice I’ve gotten a guy, my lover, to cum like that. I can’t let Oliver know.

I licked his cock and led him to our bedroom. I looked at my dress, and we’d gotten a fair amount of cum on it.

Should I get it cleaned or wear it for Oliver? That would be nasty to wear with my lover's cum on it. I’ll check it in the morning.

I slipped the dress off over my head and lay next to him. I was touching his cock, and he was playing with my tits, and he said, “You didn’t come, did you?”

“That was wonderful, better than wonderful; it was magnificent, Nolan.”

“It was, wasn’t it, but not wonderful enough.” He started kissing my tits and then drifted lower until he was kissing my pussy.

“Nolan, Nolan, I need to call Oliver. I promised to call.”

I hesitated, and then I told him to keep on with my pussy while I called.

When he answered, he said, “How is it going at home while I’m gone, honey?”

“I got someone to fix that faucet today.” That was code for Oliver to know I was putting him on speaker,

“I’m going to miss you in bed tonight,” I said.

“Me too, Paige, if I were home, God, I’d have you on your back and my tongue on your clit.”

“That feels so good, your hands on my tits, my nipples. Pinch them, twist them.” I was moving Nolan’s hands. “Yes, like that, harder, harder.” Nolan was following my instructions. “Slap them, Oliver. Punish them louder, harder. Don’t be afraid.” I was nodding to Nolan. He slapped my tits, each time more enthusiastically. 

We’d been playing tit punishment, and I’d discovered I liked it.

I felt my climax starting; and I screamed, “Harder, harder.”

I hung up, screaming, “NOLAN,”

“I’d almost mistimed that, Nolan, god, it felt so wonderful. I almost lost control."

I was running my fingers through his hair and verbally encouraging him. Suddenly, I felt different. I was imagining what we would have looked like to Oliver if he were in the room. If I ever let him watch. 

Sprawled on the bed with my hands gripping the sheets. My legs open, and his cock in my cunt.

He’d see Nolan’s cock thrusting in my cunt, completely in and out, with just the tip still in me. Then he’d see me spasm trying to scream, but I can’t. 

Then, he’d witness our climax; with Nolan’s cock twitching, he’d know Nolan had cum. His wonderful cum. I couldn't hold it all, and it oozed out onto the bed.

It would be a wonderful sight for Oliver if I ever let him see it.

Such a waste letting fresh cum leak onto the bed. I should have made Nolan clean it up.