To the Edge and Back

[pelopag230]

thanks a lot ky, what a wonderful story- can't wait for the next step

[SamWarrens]

On to the date with Wade!
I hope he fucks her silly.
I trust at the Halloween party he fucks her near to death and accidentally gets her pregnant.
I hope, I really hope.
Pregnant with twins would be awesome, but too painful so don't do that.

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum pelopag230.

[DarrenZ]

Been thinking a lot about what this might mean:

“You told me a while ago that you had your own fantasies you wanted to try. Care to tell me about one of those?”

Nichole blushed but shook her head, ‘You’re not ready yet.”

“Me?” I asked, “I think I’ve proven I’m up for about anything.”

Again Nichole shook her head, “Not for this you’re not, but maybe someday.”

Thoughts?

[OOAA]

Been thinking a lot about what this might mean:

“You told me a while ago that you had your own fantasies you wanted to try. Care to tell me about one of those?”

Nichole blushed but shook her head, ‘You’re not ready yet.”

“Me?” I asked, “I think I’ve proven I’m up for about anything.”

Again Nichole shook her head, “Not for this you’re not, but maybe someday.”

Thoughts?

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Tease and denial..., cage..., pregancy games..., cum control..., condoms for hubby and not her lover..., ruined orgasms for hubby..., sheer lace panties for hubby.... ?

[SamWarrens]

She wants to be pregnant by another man.

[couple_uk]

She wants to be pregnant by another man.

Sam, We've all got the point. Speaking for myself, I want to read the story that Ky wants to tell, not the story that you already have in your head. Maybe give it a rest and see how this pans out.

If it is that much of a big deal for you, why not write the story for those who want to, to read and enjoy?

[afagehi7]

She wants to be pregnant by another man.

Sam, We've all got the point. Speaking for myself, I want to read the story that Ky wants to tell, not the story that you already have in your head. Maybe give it a rest and see how this pans out.

If it is that much of a big deal for you, why not write the story for those who want to, to read and enjoy?

This

[SamWarrens]

Such comments are disappointing.

[R_H_NC]

She wants to be pregnant by another man.

Sam, We've all got the point. Speaking for myself, I want to read the story that Ky wants to tell, not the story that you already have in your head. Maybe give it a rest and see how this pans out.

If it is that much of a big deal for you, why not write the story for those who want to, to read and enjoy?

This

This again..........in all caps.

[JustWantToWatch]

Another outstanding chapter!!! So much to look forward to!!!

[txrockdog]

Been thinking a lot about what this might mean:

“You told me a while ago that you had your own fantasies you wanted to try. Care to tell me about one of those?”

Nichole blushed but shook her head, ‘You’re not ready yet.”

“Me?” I asked, “I think I’ve proven I’m up for about anything.”

Again Nichole shook her head, “Not for this you’re not, but maybe someday.”

Thoughts?

I suspect if you read through Ky’s thread on the cuckold forum for the exchange of fantasies between he and his wife before he left to work outside the country, we might het a few hints about what she might be into. Ky seems to be straddling the line between fantasy and real life with this story and doing it quite well I would add. So my guess is that Nichole either wants some level of control over when Ky is able to be with others or masturbate...ie a cage. Or she wants him to clean her up after Wade or Marcus is through with her. Dark horse scenario is that even though she doesn’t want to see him turned into a sissy, that she gets hot thinking about him on his knees next to her with a cock in his mouth.

[Ky_Da]

Chapter 31


"Thank you for all the comments - so many plots, so little time"


“You look like you’re going to have an aneurism,” Nichole said to me. She was sitting on the side of the tub, painting her toenails, dressed only in a skimpy, lace bra and panties. Her thick, dark hair fell over her shoulder, covering her breasts.



“I think I might be,” I confessed, standing in the doorway to the master bathroom. “Seeing you primping for your date is a lot more intense than I’d thought it was going to be.”



“Intense in a good way or a bad way?” Nichole asked, pausing her work for a moment to look up at me.



“An equal measure of both I guess,” I confessed honestly. “It’s all I could think about today at work.”



Nichole gave me a smirk, “Me too, if you want to know the truth.”



“Fuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes. I don’t know why my feelings were as strong as they were, but something about this date was different than the surf lessons from Marcus, or even the swinger party we went to.



Nichole went back to her nails, carefully applying the bright red color, “We had great sex last night,” she said, keeping her attention on her nails. “And then Marcus fucked me in his jeep after we finished surfing this morning. A few blokes in carpark probably saw us, but they’re the same guys that are always surfing early, so they’ve seen it before.” Nichole brushed a couple of strokes over her little toe.



“Oh god, Nichole,” I gasped, leaning heavily against the door frame.



“You’re too easy to wind up sometimes, Ky,” Nichole said, glancing up, a satisfied smile on her features.



“Probably,” I admitted, feeling an exquisite, lustful high, “but you’re quickly becoming a master at it. Is all that true about guys seeing you in the parking lot?”



Nichole shrugged and continued to paint her nails, “We’ve done it in the carpark a couple of times, and the others are sometimes nearby, usually putting their boards away. I try not to make eye contact with though. It’s easier to try and pretend they’re not there.”



My body shuddered as the mental images populated my mind’s eye. Nichole had told me that there were usually about six or seven other guys that show up and surfed at the same time she and Marcus went. They’re guys that Marcus’s known for years, so it probably isn’t a surprise to them that he’s fucking Nichole in the parking lot. But still, the thought was damn near paralyzing.



“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to throw you into the bed and fuck you senseless,” I said, breathing heavily.



Nichole giggled, “Don’t you dare, you’ll mess up my makeup and nail polish.”



“But I’m you’re husband,” I said, feeling a numbness spread through my limbs.



“Yes, but now I’m your hotwife, so you’ll have to learn to queue like the others. You’ll get me again when it’s your turn.”



“Oh for all that’s holy, you’re seriously killing me,” I said, clinching my jaw as an incredibly acute feeling of lust and angst hit me.



“You look like you’re enjoying it though.”



“Yeah, about equal parts to how much I hate it.”



Nichole’s smile never wavered, but I could tell she was carefully studying my reactions and features every few minutes. “I think I understand,” she said, sounding very casual, “It’s like when Wade fucks me. His cock is so thick that it makes me feel pleasure and pain at the same time.”



My legs almost buckled at her comment and so I moved to the other side of the bathroom and sat on the small stool we keep in the corner. I leaned my back against the wall and rubbed at my dick through my pants. The stimulation helped me feel the pleasure of the moment and helped dial down the angst.



“Masturbate for me, Ky,” Nichole said, her voice thick. “I want to watch you stroke your dick while I get ready for Wade.”



I looked up and I could see an intense arousal burning in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and I could easily tell she was as horny as I was. But as badly as I wanted to cum at the moment, I shook my head, “I don’t want to cum right now,” I said, pulling my hand away from my dick, “If I do, I don’t think I’d be able to handle this as well. I need to stay on the horny side of an orgasm until your date is over.”



“Oh,” Nichole sounded, looking up and putting the cap back on the nail polish, “I guess that’s why the cock cages are used in the cuckold stories. I might have to go actually read those stories instead of just skimming them.” She puckered her lips and blew over her freshly painted nails.



“I don’t know about that,” I said, trying to rein in my libido, it was going to be a very long night if I couldn’t. “You seem to have the story lines down pretty well.” I stood up and steeled my emotions, or at least tried to. “I’ll be in the garage.”



I heard Nichole giggle as I walked out of the bathroom. She was obviously pleased at being able to push my buttons so easily. And the truth was, I didn’t mind her doing it. But I was learning where my thresholds were, and I knew I needed to calm down or it wouldn’t be a very pleasurable night for me.



Like a lot of men, the garage is the only place I can really consider mine. Someday I planned to build a mancave that would make lesser men weep, but for now, I had to settle with having a workbench and a few hand tools. I flipped open the old Dell laptop that sat on the workbench and scrolled through random news sights to pass the time.



Knowing Wade would arrive soon, I grabbed my laptop and went back into the house. I found Nichole in the kitchen, pulling a glass dish from the oven. She’d make Chicken Devine, one of my favorites. Nichole was dressed in form fitting white pants, and a loosely fitting button up shirt with a folded down collar. The sleeves to the blue and white striped shirt were rolled up once at the wrist, exposing the man’s watch she wore around her small wrist. She was dressed casually, but looked spectacular.



“I can set another plate,” Nichole said, removing the top to the Insta-pot where the rice was cooking.



“No, I think I’m going to leave the house to you two this evening. I’m meeting Cam at Laguna Beach. We thought we’d do a couple of dives tonight and see how the lobster population’s looking, the season opens in a few weeks,” I said, referring to an old dive buddy I haven’t seen in close to a year.



Nichole cocked her head and her brow rose, “Good for you,” she said genuinely. “You haven’t gone diving in a while.”



“Yeah, time flies when you’re having fun sitting in a cubicle,” I said sarcastically. I took her by the waist and waited until her eyes met mine. “You look incredible,” I said, holding her gaze for a long moment before going in for a kiss.



She turned her cheek to me at the last second, “You’ll mess up my lipstick,” she complained, wriggling out of my grasp. I knew it wasn’t her intention, but it felt like I’d just gotten stuck with an icepick, a small, piercing pain pulsed through my core.



“Right,” I said, trying not to show my annoyance. I took a breath and tried to push the jealously aside. This wouldn’t work if I was going to let my temper get the better of me every time Nichole was going to stretch her hotwife legs.



Suddenly I felt a light smack on the side of my head. I turned to my wife and saw the scowl on her face, “Don’t go moping about on me, Ky. I’ll kiss you if you really want, but I’d rather not have to pop back upstairs and—.”


She stopped when I held up my hand and shook my head, “No, it’s fine. It was just a passing feeling. I’ll be alright.”



“You know I’ll take care of you when you get home, yeah?” Nichole said, giving me a quick hug. I nodded and she rewarded me with a smile. “Good, then off with you so I can make sure everything’s ready for my date.”



I groaned to myself but nodded and turned away. It only took a few minutes to load my tanks and scuba gear into the old truck, and I was soon on my way to the beach. I didn’t see Wade’s Toyota Forerunner as I drove away, but I had no doubt he was going to be arriving soon.



-_-



Seeing Ky leave almost broke my heart, and for a long moment, I wondered if this game we were playing was worth continuing. I hated seeing that hurt in his eyes, but it was so hard to know what things would turn him on and what things were hurtful. I thought making him kiss my cheek would escalate his lust, but it’d had the opposite effect. I loved it when I got it right and I could see his eyes on fire with lust. It made me wet with anticipation and lit my own fire when it was right. I had a lot to learn if this alt life thing was going to work.



The knock at the door brought be back to the moment, and suddenly if felt like butterflies exploded into life in my stomach. I put down the serving spoon, wiped my hands on a dishtowel and went to the door.



“Hey posh girl,” said the handsome face as I opened the door.



“Good evening Wade,” I said, unable to keep the smile from my lips. “What brings a knuckle-dragger like you here to darken my doorstep?”



“I heard there was this hot little British number that was doing sexual favors for guys wearing khaki pants and a black polo shirt,” he said with a wry smile.



Bloody hell he was fit, I thought, steeling a glance at the shape of his chest and the narrowness of his waist. Wade was dressed conservatively, but the clothes did little to hide the physique underneath.



“I’m not little,” I protested but stepped aside and let him in. I had a fleeting thought that the neighbors might think it strange that my husband had left just before another man had arrived, but with the pandemic keeping everyone indoors, we hardly saw the neighbors. And other than Marcus and Rachel, we didn’t really know anyone else.



Wade stepped in and gave me a hug, lifting me from my feet as he picked me up and squeezed me tightly. “Smells delicious,” he said, kissing me square on the lips.



I enjoyed the kiss and returned it in kind. Inhaling, I could smell the fabric softener in his clothes, and only a slight hint of aftershave. I approved.



“Dinner’s ready when you are,” I said, waiting for him to set me back down. I’d never been handled by anyone like Wade handled me. Despite knowing the reality of it, I didn’t like to think of myself as small. Wade made me feel that way, but for whatever reason, I didn’t mind.



“Where’s Ky?” He asked, finally putting me back on my feet. “He didn’t take off on my account did he?”



I gestured toward the kitchen and then led the way, “He went diving with a friend, so he won’t be back until late.”



“Wow, that’s cool. I’ve only been diving a couple of times, going at night would scare the shit out of me.”



I turned and looked at him, my eyes widening in surprise. “Big bad Wade is scared of the water?”



“The ocean, at night?” he said with a laugh, “fuck yes. I’m not letting those damn sharks make a meal out of me. People don’t realize how many Great Whites are actually off the coast here. They’d shit their pants if they knew.”



“Don’t tell me that,” I complained, “I go surfing in the morning, and now all I’m going to think about are sharks.”



Wade shrugged as we entered the kitchen, “Nah, you should be fine, there’s not enough of you to make good meal for a shark, not worth the effort.”



“Are you having a go?” I asked, not entirely sure if he was joking or not.



Wade’s smile grew and he took a seat in one of the two chairs at the small table. “Yeah, I’m just kiddin. It’s safe enough out there—unless you’re on your period, then you might start a feeding frenzy.”



I rolled my eyes and went to the stove and retrieved the casserole dish. I set it and the bowl of rice on the table, Wade removed a bottle of something from a brown paper bag and set it on the table. I picked up the bottle and looked at the label.



“Fisheye Pinot Grigio,” I read aloud, “Wade, what is this?”



“Wine,” he said, “…on a budget.”



I laughed and looked up from the bottle, “Yeah, the metal twist top kind of gave that away.”



“It might be good,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “but honestly, I can’t tell the difference between cheap wine and expensive wine.”



“Most people can’t,” I said, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “At least you’re honest about it.”



I handed the bottle back to Wade and he opened it with an easy twist. He then poured out two extremely generous portions into the glasses on the table, filling them almost to the top. He was an unsophisticated and unpretentious dolt, but it gave him an endearing quality, I thought as I followed his lead and picked up the glass.



Wade raised his glass and then looked to think for a moment, “To poles in holes,” he said with a goofy grin.



It took me a moment to understand his meaning, but I got it once he eyed his crotch and then mine. “Oh my god,” I snorted a laugh, “could you be anymore uncouth?”



“Probably,” Wade said with a shrug and then proceeded to down half his glass.



I took a small, tentative sip and held it in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. “I don’t love it,” I said, moving my tongue around in my mouth, “It’s a bit bitter.”



Wade’s face contorted as he set his glass on the table. “It taste like pears,” he said, standing and then making his way to the sink. He emptied the contents of the glass and then filled it with water. “That kind of ruins my plan to get you drunk and get into your pants.”



I set my own glass on the table. One sip was enough. “At least the drunk part anyway,” I said, trying to sound as casual as I could. The truth was that my heart hadn’t stopped racing since Ky left the house. Wade smiled and I swear gave me something of a puppy-dog look. It was very distracting, and I felt myself flush. I coughed to clear my throat, “I hope this didn’t put you out too much,” I said, glancing toward the bottle of wine.



“Nah, I think it was only like eight dollars,” he said, taking his seat again at the table.



I laughed again, “I didn’t know they made wine that cheap,” I said as I spooned out a large portion of rice and then covered it with the chicken and broccoli casserole. I placed the dish in front of Wade and then prepared my own, much smaller portion. Wade didn’t seem perturbed in the least about my cheap wine jab. I liked that he had a good sense of humor.



I heard Wade let out a deep, pleasurable moan, “Oh, this is so good,” he said with his mouth full of food. His eyes were closed, and he let out a heavy sigh.



“I’m happy you approve,” I said, feeling my own pleasurable satisfaction at his reaction. “You don’t cook for yourself I take it?”



“I do a lot of meal prep as part of my routine, but all that is based on nutrition and calories. I don’t put a lot of focus on taste. This makes me think of home—its so good.”



“So where was home for you when you were young?” I said, taking a bite of my own meal.



“Denver,” Wade said, inhaling and swallowing a bite that was almost as big as my entire portion. “Mom, dad, three older brothers still live there. I’m the odd one that lives in California. You?”



I almost missed that he’d asked me a question at the end, and it took me a moment to respond. Plus, the oddness of the situation kept tripping me up. This was a man I’d had sex with a few weeks ago, and yet I was only now getting to know him.



“Bristol, England,” I answered, and then added, “I have three older brothers as well. What a coincidence.”



“Too bad they’re brothers,” Wade commented, “if they were sisters, I’d tell my older brothers to go buy plane tickets to England and go marry them.”



“None of your brothers are married?”



“All three are actually,” Wade said with a nod, “but their wives are very understanding.”



“Right,” I said, drawing out the word. “Then how is it you’re the only one not married?”



Wade eyed the casserole dish greedily, his plate already cleared. I laughed and nodded, telling him to eat all he wanted. I had a fleeting thought that I should probably save a little for Ky, but figured that there was still plenty.



“I was married once,” Wade said, heaping a massive amount of rice onto his plate, “but it only lasted a few years. Caught her cheating on me one night when I came home early from a trip.”



“Ouch, sorry,” I said, unsure of what to say.



“It was a long time ago,” Wade said with a shrug.



“It must have left a mark, though,” I said carefully, “because you’ve never remarried.”



“Maybe,” Wade conceded. His eyes unfocused for a brief moment as if in thought. “I’d gotten lucky that year and drew a tag to go elk hunting in Montana, and since Lisa had no interest in going, I met up with some friends of mine and we left her at home.” For the first time during the meal, Wade actually ate slowly. “I ended up taking an elk on the second day, so I headed home early. And, well, that’s when I caught her. I walked into the bedroom about one in the morning after driving all night, and she and the guy were fast asleep in our bed.”



“Oh, Wade. That’s awful.”



“It hurt like a son of a bitch,” Wade said. He sat back in his chair and set his fork down. “Fucking devastating.”



“What’d you do?”



“My first thought was to pick the guy up and throw him out the window—I came so fucking close to doing that. But then I realized that she was just as much a part of it as he was. It was weird, you think about what you might do in a situation like that—at least I used to before it happened—and I always thought I’d stomp the guy into the ground… but when it actually happened, I wasn’t angry, I was just hurt. I took of my wedding ring and set it on the nightstand next to Lisa, and then I just left.”



“That’s it, you just left?”



Wade slowly nodded, his features still reflecting the difficult memory. “Just left… drove around the country. Lived out of my truck. Did odd jobs to make enough money for food and gas, basically drifted.”



“And that’s how you came to California?”



“Yeah, I’d always been something of a gym rat, so a friend and I started CrossFit facility. It took off faster than we thought and did really well. I eventually bought the other guy out, and have been running it ever since.”



“How did you come to meet Rachel?” I asked, unable to keep my curiosity to myself.



Wade smiled, “That’s a story that requires a lot more cheap wine.



“The bottle’s not empty.”



“Er, maybe a different cheap wine,” Wade said with a grimace. “But now it’s your turn. What’s your story?”



I felt like I froze for a moment from the question. I hadn’t thought about how the evening would go, other than that we would end up in bed at some point. I was enjoying the time and getting to know Wade, but part of me wasn’t sure it was a good idea. A long, pregnant pause passed between us before I finally spoke.



“Let’s see,” I said, gathering my thoughts. “I was born in Bristol, as were my brothers. Mum’s from Gravesend, which is near London, but dad’s actually from California, Escondido area. I have grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins here, but I don’t know them well.”



Wade resumed to his meal as he listened, but I could tell that he was intently listening and not simply making a show of it. I continued. “I spent most of my time growing up in Cheltenham. Mum’s a huge advocate for boarding schools, at least for girls, so I spent most my time in an all-girl’s boarding school. My brothers all went to public school.”



Wade chuckled, “So that’s why you’re such a freak in the sheets, all those years of sexual repression.”



“You’d be surprised what happens at school,” I said in a light tone.



“Ah, what happens in boarding school stays in boarding school, is that it?” Wade said, raising his brow.



I gave Wade a half smile, “That’s a story that requires a lot more cheap wine.”



Wade laughed, “Point Nichole,” he said, pointing his finger to me. “Then how’d you end up in California?”



“I never intended to live here, but after sixth form, dad had to take a job transfer. He and mum moved here to SoCal and I decided to come with them. I’d always planned on going to university in London, but I don’t know, I guess I was feeling I needed a change, so I came with them and went to university here.”



“So mom and dad live nearby then?” Wade asked.



I shook my head, “They moved back to Bristol a few years ago, but by then I’d met Ky and was married, so, here I am, still in California.”



“You don’t sound happy about that. If you could, would you move back to Bristol?”



“… That’s a hard question,” I said after a moment, “part of me wants to, but I guess my life is here now.”



“Would Ky move there?”



“Probably,” I said without giving it much thought. “He did a pub crawl with my brothers the last time he was there. He thought it was bloody brilliant.” I saw the question forming on Wade’s features and quickly added, “The English version of bar hopping.”



“Ah,” Wade said in understanding.



A question came to mind, “What ever happened to Lisa?” I asked. “Did you ever have any closure with her, did you ever see her again?”



Wade sighed, and I felt a stab of regret for asking the question. “She called me a thousand times the first few months, left a ton of messages, but I ignored her. I ignored everything. It was probably an immature thing for me to do—I know stonewalling isn’t a good attribute in a relationship, but fuck, it just hurt so fucking bad. Mentally I couldn’t deal with it.



“I left her the house, the car, all the money in our bank account. I left with only the clothes on my back. It was actually kind of fun figuring out how to start from nothing again, but that’s another story.” Wade shook his head and then continued, “I went back to the house after about six months. I was tempted to just walk into the house—technically it was still half mine—but it felt weird, so I knocked. When Lisa opened the door, her eyes went fucking wide, and her jaw just dropped. It was pretty priceless.”



“Then what happened?” I head myself ask before my brain even registered the question.



“It was so awkward. We both just stood there, neither one of us knew what to say. We eventually had something of a conversation, but for me, it felt like it just ripped off the scabs. Even now, all these years later, it still hurts to think about.”



“Sorry,” I said, placing my hand on his. “I didn’t mean to reopen old wounds.”



Wade shrugged, “Nah, it’s fine. I learned a lot of hard lessons from that experience, not the least of which was that I needed to get my shit together.”



“And now you’ve got your shit together?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.



Wade laughed, “Probably not, I’m a work in progress.”



“I think that describes me and Ky,” I said, thinking about the term work in progress.



“And now you two have gotten yourselves involved with Marcus and Rachel,” Wade said with a laugh.



I felt my cheeks flush and wondered how much he knew about me and Marcus. “Yes,” I said, taking another drink of the shite wine. It still didn’t taste good, but it seemed less bitter. “I still can’t believe we’ve fallen into it. We were simply looking to explore a bit, but then one thing led to another and Bob’s your un—I mean it sort of just spiraled from there.”



“And way leads onto way,” Wade said casually.



“You did not just quote Frost,” I said, feeling more than a little shocked.



“I didn’t mean to,” Wade said, and I could swear that I saw him blush. That was a first. “…I actually hate that poem—I mean I don’t hate the poem itself, it’s just that everyone and their dog fucks up the meaning. Every high school valedictorian speech goes on about the road less traveled and that makes all the difference, but it’s not about traveling the road less traveled. For fuck sake, the title is the Road not take—” Wade suddenly stopped midsentence and looked at me, his features confused, “What?”



“Wade Nelson, are you telling me you’ve actually read a poem?”



Wade shrugged, “Well don’t go telling anyone,” he said, his voice teasing but a little embarrassed, too. “I like to read.”



“What else do you read?”



Wade pondered for a few seconds and then answered, “More-or-less anything I can get my hands on. Fuck, I’ll read the back of the shampoo bottle when I’m on the toilet. Did you know mine has zinc pyrithione in it? It’s supposed to be good for your skin.”



“No, I didn’t know,” I said, feeling completely astonished. “I’m surprised you don’t take your phone to the toilet with you. I swear my husband reads bloody novels he’s in there so long.’



Wade leaned back and laughed, “I’m always afraid I’ll accidently get shit on it, so I leave it out of the bathroom.”



Our laughter subsided and a long silence settled between us. “Do you want to go sit on the settee?” I asked, tilting my head toward the family room.



Wade nodded and stood, “Want me to do the dishes? It’s the least I could do for such an amazing meal.”



“I’ll wash up later,” I said, taking him by the arm. We made ourselves comfortable on the old sofa and I turned on the tv, keeping the volume low.



We sat closely to each other, and I felt an excitement thrum through my body. Wade wasted no time and leaned over and kissed me. It was so different to kiss someone other than my husband. Each man was unique in his own way. Marcus was passionate yet patient, always wanting to tease out the moment a little longer. Wade was more aggressive, almost hungry in his desire. He was overwhelming and urgent as he pushed my desire to new heights. I let my mind go and my body relax as the kiss deepened.



After several minutes, Wade broke the kiss and began to unbutton my shirt. He’d only undone two buttons, but it was enough to reveal my bra. I felt his wide thumb run over my nipple, but then he paused. Wade looked down to my breast and then back up to my eyes.



“I’ve never felt a bra with such thick padding in front,” he said, looking down to my bra again. My entire chest, neck, and face burst into a deep red blush as Wade’s fingers pulled my bra away from my breast.



“You’re not supposed to notice, much less say anything” I said, feeling extremely embarrassed. I didn’t stuff my bra, I’d always been happy with the size of my breasts. But my nipples on the other hand, my nipples were always a source of insecurity for me.



Wade laughed and ran his thumb over my already erect nipple. “What do you mean, what am I not supposed to notice?”



I wanted to close my eyes and crawl into a hole and never come out, but there was no getting out of Wade’s powerful arms. “I sew pads in the front of my bras, so my nipples don’t show through my shirts. You’re supposed to ignore that and pretend not to notice.”



“Are you kidding me?” Wade said, his eyes widening in mock horror. “Your nipples are perfect! You should show them off loud and proud, not hide them.”



“Wade, you’re embarrassing me,” I said, covering my eyes with the palm of my hand.



“You didn’t seem embarrassed the other night at the party,” Wade said, pushing my arm aside and unbuttoning my shirt farther. He then pulled down my bra, exposing my breasts to full view.



“I was too randy that night,” I said about the party. “My brain wasn’t working properly.”



“Fucking beautiful is what they are,” Wade said, pulling away slightly and giving me an approving look. He then bent down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it just to the point of painful and then easing off only a little.



I gasped and felt a flood of warmth between my legs. I pulled at Wade’s shirt, and he stopped sucking only long enough to let me pull his shirt over his head. When he resumed, he attacked my other nipple, leaving the first one enflamed and engorged with blood, it protruded into the air like a red beacon. In one swift move, he removed my shirt, and somehow my trousers came off almost as quickly.



Removing my bra, Wade finally released the hold his mouth had on my nipple and sat back. Both of my nipples stood almost obscenely erect and extremely hard, but my embarrassment faded as my desire grew, leaving me breathing hard to the point of panting. Wade left a trail of kisses down my tummy, working his way to my sex with excruciating slowness. I took his head into my hands, feeling the familiar shortness of his hair. I’d like it better if he let the top grow out a little longer, I thought to myself.



Wade worked his lips around my entrance, drawing a frustrated growl from my throat, “That’s enough teasing, Wade.”



“I decide when it’s enough,” he growled back, but when he resumed, he pressed his tongue deeply into my core and then licked up to my clit.



I gasped at the touch and closed my eyes, concentrating on the building up of what I knew would be an amazing orgasm. Over the last months, Ky had become a master at pleasing me orally, but Wade’s skill was a close second. I came with a searing intensity that left me sensitive beyond measure, Wade, however, refused to relent. My sensitive pussy exploded with more intense feeling than I could tolerate, and I was soon trying to push Wade’s head, and with it his tongue, away from my sensory overloaded vulva.



“Stop it you git,” I cried, covering my pussy with my hand. “I need to catch my breath.”



Wade laid his head against the inside of my thigh and pulled my hand away, “I’ll be nice,” he said, gently blowing across the flesh of my nether lips. The light breeze sent a shockwave through my core. “Is a git worse than a prat?”



I focused on my breathing as my body reflexively twitched in the aftershocks of my orgasm. “They’re about the same,” I said in an airy voice. We laid there for several minutes as I enjoyed the afterglow of the intense orgasm. Wade’s head all the while resting on my thigh, his face mere inches from my entrance.



“I can’t believe you let Rachel take all of it,” I heard Wade say. He dragged his fingers across the flesh where my pubic hair used to be. “And it’ll never ever grow back?” he asked.



“I don’t think so,” I answered, my breathing finally coming back under control. “She had to do a couple of touch ups after she first did it, but I think it’s pretty permanent.”



“Well, you could always get a merkin.”



I raised myself up to my elbows, “A what?”



Wade laughed as he again ran his fingers over my lower abdomen, “A merkin,” he repeated. “It’s like a wig, but for your pussy. They sell them on Amazon.”



“That can’t be true,” I said, noticing that my nipples were still red and turgid.



Wade sat up, fished his phone from his pocket, searched it up on Amazon and then passed it to me.



“Blimey,” I said in disbelief, “it’s beastly, who would actually wear such a thing.”



Wade rolled to his side, laying on the floor at my feet. “I have no idea. I bought one once for a white elephant gift at a Christmas party. Might be that’s all they’re good for.”



I gave a very unladylike laugh and gave his phone back to him. A few seconds later I heard the ‘click’ sound an iPhone makes when a photo is being taken. I sat forward to find Wade smiling as he let the camera slip into his palm and then tossed it on top of the sofa cushion.



“Did you just take a picture?” I asked, reaching for his phone.



“Sure,” Wade said casually. “We need a before and after picture to send your husband. Trust me, he’ll love it.”



“I don’t need any pictures of a starkers Nichole popping up on the internet,” I said, taking a closer look at his phone. “Wade, this mobile is an ancient relic. How old is it?”



Wade’s smile didn’t falter, he simply shrugged, “Yeah, I’ve had it a while, but it still works. It just doesn’t get updates anymore.”



“Fucking hell, you know that leaves you vulnerable to viruses, yeah?”

Again Wade shrugged, “I actually like that it doesn’t update anymore. I hate when you wake up and all the sudden everything changes on your phone. I mean just when I’m getting used to it they change everything. It’s a huge pain in the ass.”



“Maybe, but those updates keep hackers out,” I said, feeling a little bothered by his lack of interest, “hackers that could get into the phone and say, steal all your pictures.”



Wade’s head rose in understanding, but I could tell he still wasn’t convinced. “I’d love to see a nude picture of you go viral. You’re fucking hot, Nichole. Guys would be unloading gallons of cum thinking of you.”



“Wade Nelson, don’t you blood dare—,” I stopped as Wade put up his hand in defeat.



“Just winding you up, luv,” he said, his attempt at an English accent even worse than before. “Tell you what,” he said, dropping the accent. “If you can render me unable to get an erection by the end of our date—and that means by making me cum numerous times, not by kicking me in the stones or something,” he quickly amended, “I’ll delete the picture.”



“Bleeding wanker, you’ll delete that picture right now, or you won’t be shagging anything but your own hand,” I said hotly.



My threat didn’t seem to phase Wade, who lazily sat up and removed his trousers. He kicked them to the side, the motion allowing his girthy cock to drop between his thighs, the head of it nearly touching the floor. Bloody hell it was massive.



“I don’t think you mean that,” he said, slowly shifting to his knees, his body now between my knees. I reached out and pinched one of my very erect nipples and then ran his thumb over my slit. “You want to be fucked as badly as I want to fuck you—maybe more.”



“Someone’s sure of himself,” I said, trying desperately to sound unaffected by his teasing. He was right though, and I knew it. But I couldn’t let him know that. I lifted my leg and went to roll away from him when he caught me by the ankle with one hand.



“Where do you think you’re going?” Wade said, holding me firmly by the ankle.



“Away from such a vulgar brute,” I said, pulling my leg as hard as I could to free myself from Wade’s grasp. His grip, however, didn’t loosen.



“Feisty little firefly,” Wade said through gritted teeth. He suddenly flipped me over onto my tummy and pulled me to his waist. He then harshly grabbed my hair, and used it to pull my head up. Never letting go of my hair, he leaned his body over mine until his lips were next to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Nichole.”



I felt his hard cock against my stomach, the tip reaching my navel, “You’re too big for me,” I choked out. “I was sore for almost a week after the last time.”



“And yet the little posh girl is soaking wet for more,” Wade said, his voice taking on an aggressive edge.



The truth was, that despite being with Wade once before, I was still a little scared of his large cock. I did want him to fuck me—I desperately wanted it. But for some stupid reason, I couldn’t simply submit.



“I’m wet because I’m thinking of my husband,” I said, wincing at how nonsensical it sounded.



Wade snorted a laugh, “Not even you believe that,” he said, “besides, I think Ky probably likes the idea of his slut-wife having her pussy ruined for him. I hear it’s pretty common.”



“You’re full of shite, Wade,” I spat, bucking my body and trying to break his grip. I don’t know why I couldn’t simply give in, why I felt I needed to fight and push back. I flailed as hard as I could, twisting my body and kicking my legs in an attempt to wrench myself from his iron-like hold.



“Fuck, you’re stronger than you look,” Wade said in a grunt. I smiled to myself that it was costing him some effort to hold me.



“Delete that picture and I might let you leave with your dignity,” I said, breathing heavily and feeling perspiration break over my brow.



“I told you already. I’m going to fuck you, Nichole. And if you make me cum enough times tonight, I might consider deleting the picture. Either way, I’m going to be stretching out that little pussy of yours.” Wade’s grip suddenly doubled in strength, shocking me with the amount of power he still had. “If fact, I’m going to fuck you so hard and often that your pussy will soon be a custom fit for me. Anything smaller you’ll find to be a disappointment.”



Without loosening his hold, I felt Wade position his cock at my entrance. I made a useless effort to tighten the muscles around my vagina, hoping to slow his progress, but I felt the head of his cock enter with little effort. The guttural moan that escaped my throat surprised me.



“Might as well start to accept the idea,” Wade said, making a hissing noise of satisfaction as his cock entered me. “I’m going to break you in like an old catcher’s glove. Soon your pussy will be soft and pliable around my cock.”



“Uncivil brute,” I said, biting my lower lip in concentration as Wade’s thick member penetrated deeper.



“Soon your cunt’s going to be wide and deep.” Wade continued to taunt.



“Ignorant child,” I tried to say, but Wade’s thick member began to stretch the walls of my pussy and the intensity was already more than I could bear.



“You might fuck other men, but your cunt will know my cock.”



I cried out in both pain and pleasure as Wade began to fuck me. He let go of my hair and I felt both of his hands on my hips as he fucked me. This wasn’t just sex, this was more like two rutting animals, I thought as I felt Wade’s powerful body overwhelm my own. Little by little I felt Wade’s cock stretching me, filling me, and the feeling was exquisitely perfect as every pleasure center in my brain burst into action. I grabbed the sofa cushions with my hands and screamed as the feelings began to be too much to take.



For the briefest of moments, my mind flashed to my husband, and the ‘exploration’ we had naively thought we would do for a time. But feeling the raw power and physicality of Wade’s perfect form as he pushed me to unknown heights of carnal pleasure seared it’s brand into my brain. I still loved my husband, but I knew I couldn’t go back to the way things had been, not after experiencing this.

[Lizardtantrum]

Yum

[OOAA]

AMAZING chapter!!!!!! Hot, long and very well written!!!! Fantastic dialogs and thoughts!!! A masterpiece!

Thanks a lot Ky!!!!

[JustWantToWatch]

MAGNIFICENT!!!

[KyGrappler80]

Damn, Ky. Not sure what you do for work but you might want to give up your day job.

[Ky_Da]

Damn, Ky. Not sure what you do for work but you might want to give up your day job.

Ha, yeah… while it would be more interesting to write erotica for a living than crunch numbers, I doubt I would sell more than a few copies, and that’s only if I bought them. Thanks for leaving a comment.

[OOAA]

Damn, Ky. Not sure what you do for work but you might want to give up your day job.

Ha, yeah… while it would be more interesting to write erotica for a living than crunch numbers, I doubt I would sell more than a few copies, and that’s only if I bought them. Thanks for leaving a comment.

Maybe some more people would buy them, my friend!

[OOAA]

Subject: To the Edge and Back

Chapter 31

...

“I’ve never felt a bra with such thick padding in front,” he said, looking down to my bra again. My entire chest, neck, and face burst into a deep red blush as Wade’s fingers pulled my bra away from my breast.


“You’re not supposed to notice, much less say anything” I said, feeling extremely embarrassed. I didn’t stuff my bra, I’d always been happy with the size of my breasts. But my nipples on the other hand, my nipples were always a source of insecurity for me.

Wade laughed and ran his thumb over my already erect nipple. “What do you mean, what am I not supposed to notice?”

I wanted to close my eyes and crawl into a hole and never come out, but there was no getting out of Wade’s powerful arms. “I sew pads in the front of my bras, so my nipples don’t show through my shirts. You’re supposed to ignore that and pretend not to notice.”


“Are you kidding me?” Wade said, his eyes widening in mock horror. “Your nipples are perfect! You should show them off loud and proud, not hide them.”


“Wade, you’re embarrassing me,” I said, covering my eyes with the palm of my hand.

.....

This is probably the most horny and exciting part of the chapter!!!!!

It is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HOT she wears a padding bra to hide her nipples.......

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

...no words...



...I hope Wade use this priceless information in the future to turn her on and push her buttons

[SamWarrens]

I bet she goes braless from now on for Wade.

[Ky_Da]

Subject: To the Edge and Back

Chapter 31

...

“I’ve never felt a bra with such thick padding in front,” he said, looking down to my bra again. My entire chest, neck, and face burst into a deep red blush as Wade’s fingers pulled my bra away from my breast.


“You’re not supposed to notice, much less say anything” I said, feeling extremely embarrassed. I didn’t stuff my bra, I’d always been happy with the size of my breasts. But my nipples on the other hand, my nipples were always a source of insecurity for me.

Wade laughed and ran his thumb over my already erect nipple. “What do you mean, what am I not supposed to notice?”

I wanted to close my eyes and crawl into a hole and never come out, but there was no getting out of Wade’s powerful arms. “I sew pads in the front of my bras, so my nipples don’t show through my shirts. You’re supposed to ignore that and pretend not to notice.”


“Are you kidding me?” Wade said, his eyes widening in mock horror. “Your nipples are perfect! You should show them off loud and proud, not hide them.”


“Wade, you’re embarrassing me,” I said, covering my eyes with the palm of my hand.

.....

This is probably the most horny and exciting part of the chapter!!!!!

It is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HOT she wears a padding bra to hide her nipples.......

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

...no words...



...I hope Wade use this priceless information in the future to turn her on and push her buttons

Man I love comments like this. Thanks got taking the time. No spoilers, I’ll just say I love seeing nipples poking through shirts.

[txrockdog]

I remember going through the airport probably 15 years ago on the way to Cozumel, and seeing a woman wearing a very sheer white tank top with very prominently pierced nipples with gold rings showing through her shirt. The body language between her and the guy she was with always made me wonder if she was a hotwife on the way to a vacation with one of her lovers. She was very casual and didn’t seem the least bit self conscious about how visible her nipples were. It was obviously a very hot moment, as I can still remember what she (and her nipples) looked like more than a decade later.

[couple20uk]

Excellent chapter Ky, loved the banter between Wade and Nichole.
Just to clarify, is Wade a white guy? I assume so... Thank you.

[Ky_Da]

Excellent chapter Ky, loved the banter between Wade and Nichole.
Just to clarify, is Wade a white guy? I assume so... Thank you.

Thanks, and yes, he’s white, much like the person the character’s based on