To the Edge and Back

[JustWantToWatch]

AWESOME CHAPTER!!!!

[R_H_NC]

Thanks for the comments all. I want to put out there that this story of about going to the edge. What’s coming won’t be things everyone likes, but every good story needs conflict, so buckle up.

Ever the optimist...........I'm counting on the '........and back' part.

[KyGrappler80]

Love the edge. You got plenty of ground before you get there.

[Frenchie]

Excellent !

Love all of it !

[OOAA]

Thanks for the comments all. I want to put out there that this story of about going to the edge. What’s coming won’t be things everyone likes, but every good story needs conflict, so buckle up.

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Super exciting chapter...

...really eager to read the new ones... and very ready for the "conflicts" I am sure they will push our buttons too

Congratulations for your AMAZING story and thanks a lot for sharing your fabulous writing skills with us

[couple20uk]

Thanks for the comments all. I want to put out there that this story of about going to the edge. What’s coming won’t be things everyone likes, but every good story needs conflict, so buckle up.

I agree with the others here that your writing style is excellent and this is a very hot and so far, a well worked out story.

As I intermated in my earlier comment here and I agree with you. For a really good story you need conflict, emotion and angst. As well as characters that seem real and you can believe in.

I have buckled up and will hopefully enjoy the ride.

I have to ask Ky_Da, are you looking for general constructive story feedback from us readers?

[Ky_Da]

I have to ask Ky_Da, are you looking for general constructive story feedback from us readers?

Of course, feel free to write whatever you want. I’m always looking to improve

[txrockdog]

I have to ask Ky_Da, are you looking for general constructive story feedback from us readers?

Of course, feel free to write whatever you want. I’m always looking to improve

Ky, one place you might consider looking for a more receptive audience for your writing and one more likely to offer constructive feedback is www.storiesonline.net I like to think it is a site that attracts a bit of a more refined set of readers than the “loving wives” category on Literotica. Because it is broken down so much by category, the regular readers of certain categories on Literotica will get a bit overbearing about what themes they think do or don’t belong in that category, and will grade down the themes they don’t like, as you experienced. I have seen alot less of that on Storiesonline, and you might even find a volunteer editor there who can help tighten up your already excellent storytelling.

[OOAA]

I have to ask Ky_Da, are you looking for general constructive story feedback from us readers?

Of course, feel free to write whatever you want. I’m always looking to improve

Ky, one place you might consider looking for a more receptive audience for your writing and one more likely to offer constructive feedback is www.storiesonline.net I like to think it is a site that attracts a bit of a more refined set of readers than the “loving wives” category on Literotica. Because it is broken down so much by category, the regular readers of certain categories on Literotica will get a bit overbearing about what themes they think do or don’t belong in that category, and will grade down the themes they don’t like, as you experienced. I have seen alot less of that on Storiesonline, and you might even find a volunteer editor there who can help tighten up your already excellent storytelling.

My experience on that site is not so good... Since they make it by pay for lots of stories, I think the page is less enjoyable and visitted...

...my opinion...

[couple20uk]

I not sure you looking for this as I like you posting mainly here but.....

If you were ever looking to publish a story on a second story website to get more feedback I would look at lushstories dot com

Yes there a few hurdles to cross to get one published there as you need to pay a membership fee and every story has to go through the moderators but on the plus side there are is a cuckold and a hotwife category to post into. For a story as good as this one you will get plenty of feedback, especially if you regularly post there and start building up a following. While the stories can be read by anyone, only feedback can be left by other paying members. There is also good moderation and some help/advice available if asked for.

[realcucklife]

Please keep it going.
I recall reading that Jaimee and yourself liked Xlegs work, yours is on par. what’s she think of your stories is it stirring the cuck itch?

[lookingiansa]

KY_DA

Love it so far, I hope you turn into a stag than all out cuck like most stories levitate towards. Good for you that you got to fuck Racheal and felt what its like to be infaithful. From what you wrote from Nicole's side she really doesn't want to humiliate you or turn you into a sissy cuck. Thats on your side.

Mr. Lookingiansa

[subtoall]

Wow. I fail to visit OHW's lightly trafficked Library section for a month only to discover that Leo Tolstoy has returned to gradually reveal his latest exquisite masterpiece. This discovery made my week!

Ky, I'm so excited to know you're back here writing again, and to hear how you and the young family are doing too. You have a rare gift for this genre and I'm so grateful to be able to enjoy it here. Thank you.

[txrockdog]

KY_DA

Love it so far, I hope you turn into a stag than all out cuck like most stories levitate towards. Good for you that you got to fuck Racheal and felt what its like to be infaithful. From what you wrote from Nicole's side she really doesn't want to humiliate you or turn you into a sissy cuck. Thats on your side.

Mr. Lookingiansa

I am not sure Nichole has any idea what she does or doesn’t want at this point in the story. She obviously had the reaction you would expect from somebody new and in completely over their head, but not really fully understanding why certain things turn her husband on. But I look forward to seeing how far her tastes will change as she sees how “pushing his cuck buttons” gets him off. I also suspect that Marcus and others will play a big role in where Nichole’s desires go and what price her husband will pay to stay along for the ride.

[SamWarrens]

Excellent story, well told. Keep it going.

[txrockdog]

Had a weird thought while watching a porn clip the other day that made me think more about Nichole’s reaction. The clip was a woman watching her husband sucking and getting fucked by a black dick. She was praising him and talking about how he took that dick as well as she could. It just seemed like the opposite of the demeaning type of video you usually see of that kind of action. Instead of a humiliated sissy being forced to do it by a mean wife, it was a wife proud of the skill shown by her husband in learning to suck and get fucked by a large cock. Reminded me alot of the conversations Jaimee had with Ky about it in his threads on the Cuckold board. Makes me eager to see what angle Ky takes on that in this story.

Hurry Ky, we can’t wait to see what happens next!

[lookingiansa]

KY_DA

Love it so far, I hope you turn into a stag than all out cuck like most stories levitate towards. Good for you that you got to fuck Racheal and felt what its like to be infaithful. From what you wrote from Nicole's side she really doesn't want to humiliate you or turn you into a sissy cuck. Thats on your side.

Mr. Lookingiansa

I am not sure Nichole has any idea what she does or doesn’t want at this point in the story. She obviously had the reaction you would expect from somebody new and in completely over their head, but not really fully understanding why certain things turn her husband on. But I look forward to seeing how far her tastes will change as she sees how “pushing his cuck buttons” gets him off. I also suspect that Marcus and others will play a big role in where Nichole’s desires go and what price her husband will pay to stay along for the ride.

OK you might be right but in the dialouge Rachel and Nicole were talking she said she didn't want a sissy cuck husband. Since this story wetness is in the Library forum doesn't mean then it has to go full on cuck.

[Ky_Da]

Chapter 19

Waking up to find myself intertwined with Rachel was shocking to say the least. Last night’s activities came back to me like a hard-swung baseball bat, hitting me with tremendous force and reminding me that I’d slept with another woman. I felt sick despite a naked, beautiful woman wrapped up next to my body. What had I done? I had one of those moments where I wished it had been a bad dream and that I could simply forget it like it never happened. But there was no taking this back. Last night had happened. Nichole and I had both broken our vows to each other.



I heard a low guttural moan from outside the door and my dick stirred at what I knew was the cause. Marcus was taking my wife again. I suddenly felt Rachel’s hand run over my crotch, and she hummed against my shoulder.



“Sounds like they’re getting an early start,” Rachel said, her voice gritty from sleep.



My dick betrayed me and was soon raging hard, my hunger slowly returning as Rachel ran her fingers wrapped around my shaft. That sick feeling I’d experienced upon waking began to fade. Rachel stroked me for several minutes and then kissed me on the lips as she crawled on top of me. It was only moments later I felt my dick slid into her warm canal. Her hips moved up and then back in slow, sensuous movements. The smell of her intoxicated me.



I put up no resistance as the older woman took her pleasure, her vagina tightening around me with each penetration. There was no doubt Rachel was a very experienced sexual partner. I couldn’t even imagine how many different men she had probably slept with… would this be Nichole in twenty years? The thought put me over the edge and I came. Rachel held me in place and crushed my lips with hers.



Finally breaking away, she pressed her forehead against mine, her breathing still fast. “Let’s shower,” she said, giving me a final kiss and then rolling off me. “Would you be a dear and bring our bags into our room before you join me?



I sat up and nodded dumbly. Her words shook me. Get ‘our’ bags, bring them to ‘our’ room. It was obvious this is how she intended to spend the weekend, sleeping in the same room, which obviously meant that Nichole and Marcus would be spending it in their room. We hadn’t discussed this, I thought as I got out of bed and went to the door. I could hear the rhythmic thumping of sex coming from the other room, and the sound almost made my knees give out. I had assumed that there would be some sex between Marcus and my wife, but this was already more than I’d prepared myself for.



I carried Rachel’s and my bag to our room and, on an impulse, went back and retrieved Marcus’ and Nichole’s bag. I was only going to set it by their bedroom door, but I was suddenly hit with a strong temptation to take a peek inside. I turned the knob slowly and opened the door enough to peer inside. What I saw made my lust explode into life.



Nichole’s back was to me, her legs straddling Marcus’ waist, much like last night, only this time Nichole appeared to be in her own world as she shifted her hips in a back-and-forth motion, one of her hands on her breast and the other clasped behind her neck. She looked like a goddess with the morning sun shining through the window, casting it’s early light over her form. I could have stayed there forever, but I knew Rachel was waiting for me, and knowing her personality, I knew she’d come looking for me soon.



I closed the door. I could feel the pulse in my neck my blood was pumping so quickly. Returning to our room, I went into the bathroom and found Rachel already standing under the spray of the hot water. I should not be doing this, came the warning thought to my mind, but once again I pushed it away as I opened to door and stepped into the shower.



Rachel used the soap as lubrication and was soon stroking me, her body already slick with soap. “Are you going to be my boyfriend for the day then, Ky?” she asked, twisting her hand in such a way that it made me wish the shower would go on eternally. “I don’t want to feel like a third wheel, and I know our spouses aren’t going to be paying us much attention today.”



I convulsed and began to cum. Rachel pointed my dick to her stomach and I came over her soapy skin. “That’s two already,” she said, smiling at me as I shot out the last of my seed. “I wonder how many times I can make you do that before we have to go home.” She then turned her back to me, taking one of my arms and then guiding my hand to her pussy. “But I need to start catching up.”



I immediately got the picture. I wrapped her slick body into my arms and pulled her tight. With the hand she’d placed on her pussy, I slipped one finger into her entrance. With my free arm I caressed her breasts, and with my mouth, I leaned down and kissed her neck. I couldn’t kiss her for long, however, because I couldn’t breathe fast enough to keep up with my racing heart. It felt amazing when Rachel finally came. Feeling her arms wrap around mine as I supported her weight, cries of ecstasy filling the large, tiled bathroom. Fuck it was intense. I don’t know what it was about Rachel, but she had my arousal dialed up to eleven.



After our shower we dressed and made coffee in the kitchen. Rachel stood close to me all the while, always keeping up some form of physical touch. I found I not only didn’t mind it, I reciprocated the touches. Rachel had dressed in a black polo shirt and a white skirt that went to about her mid-thigh. Her breasts pressed tightly against the fabric. I couldn’t help but stare at her, but she didn’t seem to mind.



Marcus and Nichole finally came into the kitchen, and I felt a war of emotions. Nichole wore a light blue polo top made of a synthetic material that hugged her body, showing off her subtle curves. Her skirt was extremely short, and I made a little groan in my throat as saw it. Our eyes met and I desperately wanted to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness for sleeping with Rachel… but this was what we’d come to do, wasn’t it? We were here to explore without recrimination or reproach. Still, I needed to speak with her.



I began to move towards her when I noticed the corner of her mouth turned up, giving me a knowing look. The look made me pause. She wanted me to come talk to her, didn’t she. To come begging for that reassurance I told her I didn’t want. Nichole had agreed to push my buttons this weekend, and I’d agreed to let it happen. I returned her smile as I stopped moving to her. Nichole’s brow arched. I mouthed the word, ‘almost’ and Nichole’s mouth twitched in amusement.



Nichole’s attention turned from me then and to the coffee we’d made, her lips dropped into a pouty expression. Marcus had already poured himself a cup. He sat at the table and scrolled through his phone, reviewing messages or reading the news I couldn’t tell. I watched as Nichole looked through several of the cupboards and drawers. I knew what she was hoping to find, but I enjoyed watching her look around for a minute.



Finally, I took mercy and fished out the tea packets from my pocket. I tossed them onto the counter where Nichole would see them. Her expression brightened instantly, and she mouthed a ‘thank you’ to me. My heart felt slightly better then.



“If everyone’s good-to-go,” Marcus said from the table, “We’ve got time to get some breakfast at the clubhouse before our tee time.”



Rachel came up next to me and took my hand, “That sounds like a good idea. I’m famished.” Marcus nodded and held out his hand to Nichole. She took it and we all made our way back to the Tahoe. This seemed to wordlessly set in motion how the day was going to go.



The drive to the clubhouse only took a few minutes, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Covid mask requirements were incredibly lax. There were few people in the clubhouse, and only a skeleton crew for staff seemed to be present. We were seated in the restaurant, me with Rachel and Nichole with Marcus, and ordered a simple breakfast. Looking at my wife and Marcus, it struck me how much of a couple they looked like. And I was fairly sure Nichole would have thought the same about me and Rachel if she was asked.



It felt incredibly awkward to return Rachel’s affection with my wife seated on the other side of the table. And it felt even more awkward when Rachel’s hand began to caress the inside of my thigh. Not one to be out competed, Nichole scooted closer to her date and leaned her head against Marcus’ shoulder. She looked achingly hot in her golf outfit.



“So, should we make this more interesting?” Marcus asked me. He must have seen my confusion because he added, “Let’s play for stakes.”



“What’d you have in mind?” I asked, worried about where this was leading. I was maybe a better-than-average golfer, but I had no illusions about my ability. I was generally extremely happy if I could shoot par on an ordinary cheap-man’s course, and I was today’s course was going to be much more difficult than I was used to.



Marcus appeared to think for a minute, “I know what I want if I win,” he said, glancing down to my wife. “If I win, you two have to come to a party we’re hosting in a few weeks.”


“A party?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.



Marcus grinned, “Yeah, that kind of party,” he said, taking a drink from the glass of ice water on the table. “It’s only a small group of our closest friends. People we know well and trust.”



“You wouldn’t be expected to do anything you’re uncomfortable with—the Pleasure Seekers are a very understanding group,” Rachel suddenly chimed in.



“Pleasure Seekers?” Nichole asked, her voice, curious yet skeptical.



Rachel gave a little giggle, “I don’t know how the name got started, it’s basically our little club,” she explained. “We haven’t gotten together in forever because of the pandemic, but now that everyone can get tested, we thought it would be safe to have a small party.”



“So, if you win, we have to go to your swinger party,” I said, unsure if this was a good idea, but the way my dick was already straining at my shorts, I wasn’t fully prepared to dismiss it outright. “What if I win?”



Marcus again looked thoughtful for a moment but then shrugged, “What do you want?”



I wasn’t prepared to answer, and it took me a couple of minutes before an idea popped into my head. “Do you still have contacts in commercial real estate?” Marcus nodded, “How about you give me a few real estate lessons and help me establish some contacts.”



Marcus’ head cocked to the side, and he nodded slowly, “That could work. I’m not exactly up on the latest and greatest in today’s market, but I have some ideas,” he said, still looking thoughtful. “I’d need a few days to make some calls, but I think we could work something out.”



I nodded and we shook on the deal. My eyes then met Nichole’s, and I felt a stab of worry that I might have just fucked up. She looked apprehensive and unsure about what had just happened. Fuck, I swore to myself. I’d just agreed to something that involved her, but hadn’t so much even looked her way before I agreed to it. I would need to talk to her later about it, and while I wouldn’t want to welch on our agreement, Marcus would understand if he knew Nichole was uncomfortable with it.



After breakfast, we went to our carts which had already been loaded with our clubs. Nichole’s rented clubs were with Marcus’ in the first cart, and mine and Rachel’s were in the second. Nichole didn’t look at me as she went and took her seat in the lead cart, but I couldn’t tell if she was angry, or just playing the game. We’d agreed to push our limits and she was going to push my buttons, so this was probably just that.



I had a great drive off the first tee, and it helped my anxiety drop about five notches. But Marcus’ shot was every bit as good as mine. Even Rachel’s was pretty decent. I winced as my wife’s first shot went wild and smacked the back door to one of the condominiums located near the tee box. It hit with a resounding ‘crack’ and I was certain the people inside were going to come out any minute to see what the hell had happened.



Marcus laughed from his belly, “Good morning,” he shouted toward the condo.



“Quiet you!” Nichole said in a whispered shout, her face red with embarrassment. “Maybe we should leg it before they come out.”



“Nah, that’s what they get for living on a golf course. I guarantee you’re not the first one to do it,” Marcus said with a shrug. “Here, I’ll prove it to you.”



Marcus approached the ball my wife had just teed up, his stance such that I knew he was aiming at the same door Nichole had just hit. He swung and the ball went sailing towards the condo. He didn’t hit the door, but he did almost hit a window.



“Are you mental,” Nichole gasped, looking at Marcus and then again at the condo. Still, no one came out.



“It’s more than likely empty,” Marcus said with a laugh, resting his club on his shoulder. “Now take your shot so we can get back to the house before it’s a thousand degrees out here.”



Nichole rolled her eyes and teed up another ball. This time when she hit it, the ball at least went in the right direction… kind of. Luckily the course wasn’t busy, and no one was pushing us from behind because we were a very slow foursome. On the second hole, Nichole topped the ball and it only rolled ahead a few feet.



“Ouch,” Marcus teased, sitting in the shade his cart provided. “You know about the short drive rule, right Nicky?”



Nichole looked back and shook her head, wearing a suspicious look on her features.



“If you don’t get past the tee box, you have to play the rest of the game without your panties on,” Marcus said, wagging his brow.



“Bloody wanker,” my wife murmured under her breath, “convenient it only applies to women.”



“That’s not true,” Marcus said, shooting me a glance. “If a guy doesn’t drive it past the women’s tee, he has to play the rest of the hole with his zipper down and his dick hanging out his pants.”



Nichole shot him a look, her face etched in doubt. She then looked at me as if wanting confirmation.



I shrugged, “Well, some guys have that rule—I mean, yeah, it happens.”



Nichole looked back at Marcus who held up his hands, palms up. “Don’t get mad at me, I didn’t write the rules,” he said, his smile growing as he turned and winked at me.



Nichole exhaled a loud breath between her lips and prepared another shot.



“Nichole,” Marcus said with a measure of authority. He extended out his hand, “we have to play by the rules or it’s no fun for anyone.”



Nichole’s lips pressed together, and she shot me a look. She then put her hands under her very short skirt and slipped of her panties. For doing any kind of activity, Nichole would wear what she called boyshort panties, and those are what I saw her place in Marcus’ hand. He pushed them into his pocket as Nichole returned to the tee.



I watched with my eyes wide as my wife prepared to tee off. From my angle, I couldn’t see under her skirt, but just knowing she wasn’t wearing anything under it filled me with lust.



“This is fun, huh?” Rachel leaned in and whispered, her hand rubbing over my dick.



I swallowed and nodded.



Nichole’s next shot didn’t fair much better, and it took her several more shots before she’d caught up to us. I could tell she was feeling extremely flustered, but I could also see her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt. Marcus’ ploy was certainly having an effect.



We played several more holes and the temperature was rising quickly. It was getting hot. Nearing the ninth hole, I was leading by one stroke when we the beverage cart pulled up to see if we wanted any drinks. The young lady driving the cart was attractive but probably only eighteen or nineteen. She wore her professional service smile well and pulled out the beer Marcus requested.



“And for your wife?” the young lady asked Marcus. She was looking at Nichole.



My stomach flipped inside me and I felt a flush of heat in my chest. Nichole’s wedding ring was easily visible, as was the gold band Marcus wore. As they were both in the same cart, it would have been an easy assumption to make, I realized. I couldn’t help but wonder what the young lady was thinking. Did she find anything odd about the age difference in spouses?



I couldn’t clear my mind from those thoughts and consequently lost another stroke on the nineth hole. Nichole had stopped keeping her own score, and decided to stay in the cart on the nineth hole. We stopped at the clubhouse for a quick break before heading to the back half. The temperature in the golf cart registered 105 and it wasn’t even noon yet.



Stepping out of the golf cart, I walked to Nichole and touched her lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, how you going?”



Nichole turned to me and gave me a tight smile. “Fine,” she said, only holding my gaze for a moment before taking a quick look toward Rachel. “Golf just isn’t my favorite sport.”



“But you’re alright? You’re okay with everything?” I asked, feeling awkward and rushed for some reason I didn’t understand.



Nichole’s brow furrowed a touch as she studied me. She wore a sun visor, but her skin was still flushed and red from the sun. Her dark hair was pulled back into a braid that fell over her shoulder. All I wanted to do in that moment was take her home pull her body close to mine. Fuck did I need her right then, and not only in a sexual way. It felt like we were worlds apart in that moment.



“Ky,” Nichole’s voice pulled my attention back, “Are you looking for reassurance?”



“No,” I blurted out quickly. “I’m good—I just need to focus on my game. I’m a little distracted.”



Nichole’s lips pursed and a resolute look passed over her as she nodded. Marcus came up then, and Nichole went with him to go fill up her water bottle. I sat in the golf cart and adjusted my shoes, enjoying the bit of shade the clubhouse provided. I was tempted to go inside and enjoy the air conditioning, but I knew I’d play better if I just stayed outside in the heat.



Rachel soon came out and joined me in the cart. “Are you enjoying yourself, Ky?” she asked me, putting her foot up on the dash of the cart, her tanned leg exposed to the high thigh.



“It’s been an experience I’ll never forget,” I admitted.



Rachel smiled and opened a new box of golf balls. “The first days in this lifestyle are probably the most memorable. Marcus and I want yours to be good ones—don’t misunderstand,” she added with a chuckle, “we have our own selfish reasons for that, but we genuinely want you two to be happy.”



I nodded looked toward the clubhouse, but there wasn’t any sign of Nichole or Marcus. “I believe that,” I told Rachel. “I’m just a worrier I guess. I’m the guy that believes something bad is lurking around every corner.”



“I know,” Rachel said, her voice teasing. She sat up and leaned toward me, “but let me see if I can make you forget those worries for the weekend. Don’t worry, they’ll all still be there on Monday, but for today and tomorrow, they don’t exist.”



Rachel then pressed her lips lightly against mine. Her kiss was achingly light, and I felt her tongue run across my lower lip. The sensation sent a chill down my spine. We kissed for several minutes, and for a moment I let myself sink into it and forget all my worries. It felt wonderfully freeing. My mind filled with memories of last night and I desperately wanted to fuck this woman again. And why shouldn’t I. This weekend was about exploration. Nichole had been having endless orgasms for weeks now, why shouldn’t I enjoy a moment with Rachel.



Rachel broke the kiss, and I noticed her eyes flitted toward the clubhouse. Following her gaze, I turned and saw Nichole coming down the stairs, followed close behind by Marcus. “Oh, dirty girl,” Rachel cooed. “I think your wife just let my husband fuck her again.”



I squinted my eyes and took a closer look. Nichole’s visor was askew, her lips were swollen and red, and she was running her hands down her skirt as walked toward the cart. Rachel was right. In the short time they were away, Marcus had fucked her. It wouldn’t have been hard, remembering that only a short skirt separated Nichole’s pussy from anything wanting access. My dick hardened, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Rachel. She rubbed her hand along the inside of my thigh I almost came from her touch. These next nine holes were going to be impossible.


Chapter 20
“Marcus,” I gasped as he entered the bathroom behind me and locked the door. “What are you doing in here?”



Marcus’ smile grew and it made me feel like I’d just been cornered by a predator. “I need my balls emptied again,” he said bluntly.



“And you think I’m going to help you with that?” I asked, trying to be snarky, but he noticed when I bit my lower lip. His grin became almost feral. “We’ll get caught.”



Marcus took me by my upper arms, turned me around, and pressed my chest against the wall. At least the loo was spotlessly clean, I thought as Marcus pressed his chest to my back, holding me against he wall. His hand slid easily under my skirt and his middle finger swiped through the folds of my pussy.



“Mmmm.” Marcus moaned into my ear. “You don’t care if we get caught. I think you actually like the idea. In fact, I think you get off on the idea of people watching you get fucked.”



“Marcus,” I said in a stifled cry. “What are you doing to me?” I put up no resistance to him, feeling his free himself from his shorts and pressing the head of his cock at my entrance. I felt his heat as he began to penetrate me.



“I’m only helping you let out your natural self, Nicky. You were made to be a slut, and I think you’re starting to understand that.”



I felt Marcus’ cock thrust deep inside me and it made me gasp in pleasure.



“That’s right,” Marcus teased, “whose cock brings you more pleasure?”



I didn’t answer right away, and I soon felt Marcus’ cock pause.



“Come on my little cumslut, don’t make me repeat myself.”



“Mmph,” I groaned as he thrust himself inside me. I loved the way it felt, applying the perfect amount of pressure that seemed to press my arousal like the accelerator of a car. Marcus pressed his body against mine, his cock deep inside me. I tried to squirm my hips to get the friction I needed to orgasm, but my body was trapped.



“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll make you cum,” Marcus whispered into my ear.



I tried in vain for several more seconds but finally had to concede, “Your cock brings me more pleasure,” I finally admitted. I felt something as I said it, like a small spark that blossomed into an ember.



“More than your husbands?” He asked. I felt his hand slide under my skirt and his fingers pressed against my clit. I didn’t reply and his ministrations ceased. “Nicky, I know you’re trying to make it good for Ky this weekend. Trust me when I tell you that by letting yourself go completely it will only make him want you more. You’re fulfilling his dreams right now.” His words were soft and soothing, and his fingers applied a slight bit of pressure to my pussy. “So, be honest with me, who’s cock brings you more pleasure?”



I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I lowered my head until my forehead touched the wall, “Yours does,” I said softly, barely a whisper.



“Say it again,” Marcus said, leaning his weight against me a little more. “Tell me honestly.”



My breaths were coming in short pants now, my pussy literally leaking down my legs. “Your does,” I repeated louder. “Your cock is the one I need.”



Marcus gave a satisfied grunt and finally pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock a few inches. “That’s right,” Marcus said, entering me again, but too slowly to satiate my needs. “You know you’re not going to be satisfied with only Ky’s dick anymore. You know he’ll never be able to fuck you to orgasm.”



Marcus’ pace quickened and try as I might, I couldn’t stop the moans he provoked from me. I knew I was making a proper racket, but for the moment I didn’t care. The only thing I wanted was to continue to feel this sense of vitality. Something had awakened in me and It made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before. My legs stiffened as I felt that flutter of emotions that told me my orgasm was close. Marcus’ cock impaled me and filled me with intoxicating need. And for a moment, I felt unrestrained as my pleasure crested and my orgasm poured over me. I knew I didn’t love Marcus, but I loved the things he made me feel, and I didn’t want this to end.



I was still feeling the last vestiges of my orgasm when Marcus guided me to my knees and pressed his cock to my lips. I willingly took him into my mouth, enjoying the taste of our coupling. Kneeling in front of a man with his cock in your mouth was an act I had always thought was beneath me, that it was a thing only a slag would do, but there was something deeply satisfying in it. Despite the subservient position of being on my knees, I felt strong and in control. I could feel my lovers desire and need through his cock. I could feel his physical hunger on my lips.



Marcus put a hand to the wall for balance as he came in torrents into my mouth. The feel of his cum in my mouth set of fireworks in my brain. I hummed in pleasure as I tasted him and swallowed.



“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Marcus said, breathing heavily from the exertion. “I hope you and Ky decide not to end your exploration after this weekend.”



Marcus helped me to my feet, and I wiped my lips with my index finger. “That was brilliant,” I confessed, unable to hide my smile, “but I don’t know if this is a good idea in the long-term.”



Marcus looked at me thoughtfully, “We’re all afraid of the unknown,” he said, tilting his head, “but I think you’ve discovered something about yourself, and now there’s no putting the toothpaste back into the tube.”



I rolled my eyes and tried to look indifferent, but Marcus’ intense gaze made that impossible. “I don’t know… maybe.” I then met his gaze and asked, “Can I have my knickers back?”



“Come on,” Marcus nodded toward the door, ignoring my request, “let’s enjoy the day.”



I sighed and followed Marcus out the door. I was relieved to find no one near the door of the loo. It probably wasn’t the first time that loo had been used for sex, but I wasn’t such a scandalous person by nature, or at least I didn’t think I was. Marcus was right when he’d said that I’d discovered something about myself. That was true. I had. And deep down I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up further discovery. However, seeing Ky with Rachel, and knowing that they were fucking, was filling me was jealousy.



I knew in my head that I was being a hypocrite, but deep down, I had also hoped that Ky would have ended the exploration last night. I had hoped he would have turned down Rachel despite my encouragement. I was being completely unfair, and I cringed at my stupidity as I exited the clubhouse and made my way back to the golf cart. We had agreed to explore this weekend, but it hurt a little to see Ky enjoying himself so much. He looked like a kid in the candy store with Rachel, and didn’t seem to be phased in the least.



As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I looked to the two awaiting golf carts, and what I saw made my stomach drop. There in the driver’s seat was my husband, kissing Rachel as if the world was going to end any minute, like two estranged lovers finding each other after years apart. I felt a flare of anger which I immediately tried to tamp down. I had thought pushing him to be with Rachel was only for last night. I hadn’t intended it to turn into the weekend. But having just been fucked in the loo by Marcus hardly put me on the moral high ground. Mentally I knew this, but it still made my heart hurt.

[subtoall]

Yes! You are the master at eroticizing conflict and tension. Well done, my friend.

[Hollywoodkel]

Awesome writing. I've also read your personal story and you sound so down to earth. I really identify with alot of what you say and feel. You're definitely one of the best writers on this forum. Cheers

[2inUPMichigan]

Welcome to OHW Hollywoodkel

[Hollywoodkel]

Thank you

[Frenchie]

Brillant !

Already eager to read the next chapters !

[SamWarrens]

Awesome. Eager for the next many chapters.

[KyGrappler80]

Great stuff