Letters to my husband: Stella and Richard

[aaardvarky]

Letter 17
Darling Richard,
It is happening a week on Friday. I was planning to take my overnight case to work and depart straight from there. That will avoid you enduring too much stress when I leave. Of course I will text and message you before I set off, telling you what I am feeling and thinking.

How long? Would you mind if I don’t answer your question for now? Due to the distance I will have to stay over that night, but I don’t know how I will feel the morning after the dance. Will I be restless in a hotel, gazing from the window of his spare room, or tucked up toastily in his bed? Might I - could I stay another night? So long as I am back for Sunday evening shouldn’t l make the most of my trip? What are your thoughts on the matter?

I enjoyed reading your description of Alex as he watches me undress. It left me feeling the dichotomy of being in control and deliciously out of control at the same time. Does that make sense? I pictured him responding to me as I stripped, instantly recognising his reaction and my sexual power over him. I also considered the inevitability of me undressing under his gaze, perhaps at his instruction, and my submission to his dominance.

The prospect of dressing and undressing brings me to the question of what I should wear for the ball, and other clothes I should take. For a dinner dance it must be a dress, don’t you agree?. Bearing in mind the dignitaries present I was thinking of something calf-length rather than short? Perhaps something with a swirl, possibly petticoats? And hidden beneath, what is your suggestion? Do bear in mind that what I wear will determine how sexy I feel, how responsive I become; and at the moment of undressing, the responses this will create. Maybe you would prefer that I wear trousers, flat shoes and a high-buttoned cardigan?

As for your other questions, it is too early to comment. I too have thoughts which I will share next time I write, although I worry that the reality may not match this perfection of the fantasy.

[boobman987]

You’ve done it again aardvarky, the tension and sexual energy is increasing notch by notch.

I have all sorts of delicious ideas running around in my mind each one getting more erotic and tantalising. Thank you.

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 17
Darling Stella,
Should you stay one night -two nights- three…. or more? For me each night will heap fantasy on top of frustration, and those moments will create the endless sexual escalation that I need.

I would not presume to suggest what you should wear but I will tell you what would excite me should I be in Alex’s place. I adore your femininity, the fact that when you turn in a crowd, people stop to look. Everything about you exudes class, style and slim, shapely womanliness. Your youth cuts through, your smile radiates fun, your movements speak of softness. Let that guide what you wear for Alex, for I sense that in sharing my wife I should generously share her at her best.

We have spoken of fantasies of you and Alex making love, but we are yet to discuss this as a real possibility. Let me just say that your intimacy with him is the apotheosis of the feelings we both currently share and that we desire. Should you want it, it should happen. There need be no permissions, excuses, regrets or recriminations.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 18
Darling Richard,
Your last paragraph sent me to heaven and back. I know you as a loving and generous man, but that was a gift beyond my expectation. Your words take away any possibility of doubt, gifting me the freedom that I most need.

Alex has called again. He sounded excited at the prospect of taking me to the ball. It was hard to tell, despite the occasional flirtatious comment, if he has thought through the implications of my visit. Might he really invite me into his bed? Are his fingers to ease the zip on my dress? Will he watch as if falls to the floor and gaze at me as I stand before him? Will he take me in his arms and hold me to his naked body? Am I to feel his arousal that will determine my choices?

Suffice to say that he is to pick me up from the airport and drive me to his house to change. He hasn’t asked further about my preference for a hotel or his spare room, and I didn’t encourage him to do so. He did ask for the colour of my dress - he says he will have something matching for my hair. How subtle and seductive is that? I resisted a suggestion that he should spend his money on sexy lingerie instead!

With Friday approaching, we shall not see each other until my return, so I will tell you about my outfit for the flight, then you may picture me as I depart and Alex greets me in the arrivals hall. I thought that the tight pencil skirt may be uncomfortable for the flight, but then reflected that it is only an hour in the air and how I look on landing is more important than comfort. I love the way the skirt creases flatteringly across the front of my thighs and gives a hint of what I wear beneath. I propose to twin it with the sheer blouse, the one that shows my breasts and invites attention. Heels of course. And beneath, whilst this will be invisible, must make me feel sensual. One of the expensive packets of stockings you bought me for my birthday should do, don’t you think? I will try not to ladder them so that I can wear them again when I return.

Time is now close. Do you feel as you did before the dinner date? Have you restrained your aberrant thoughts and behaviour? Are you going to be good until I get back? Do I tease you too much?

[aaardvarky]

Quick message to my readers. Please feel free to comment. Its what makes this thread interesting and alive for me. The tiny tally of readers on the thread counter doesn't really speak of engagement, but your thoughts, feelings and observations here in the thread do. Don't be shy or embarrassed to write something. Let's face it, nobody really knows who we are, what's what; and I will really appreciate your comment and almost certainly respond.

[guitarman]

I feel that your recounting of these back and forth letters can best be described as tantalizing. Keep up the good work.

[boobman987]

Thanks for the update letters. I’m really wondering what Stella will be wearing for her flight to Alex? If Stella has any body piercings- nipple, clit, body of labia - when will she take them out and replace them?
Ca you please extend the description of Stella’s clothing by including the colours and details of her suspenders- 4, 6 or 8 straps?
The tension is building as is the eroticism!

[aaardvarky]

Guitarman- I am pleased that the letters please and tantalise you, and even more pleased that you tell me! Thank you so munch.

Boobman987 - sorry to say I have no body art whatsoever, as a personal thing I wouldn't be able to stand the pain and discomfort. Everything to delight is topical. Also I hope I don't confound your disappointment by revealing that I only wear 4 strap suspender belts. I find those with 6 straps or more too cumbersome for any purpose for which a girl would wear stockings. That said, where I do agree is that sexy skirts and dresses, and especially pretty lingerie, are key to eroticism for both the viewer and the wearer. But I love that you are enjoying the build up of tension. If it reassures, it is going to hot up considerably before long!

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 18
Darling Stella,
I have received the text you sent from work before you left for the airport. Did any of your colleagues see that you had changed from work clothes to that tight skirt? Did they stop you as you left with your case and ask where I was and where you were going? Were you excited as you prepared for the adventure? Did your fingers stray beforehand, or was it your intention to save everything for later?

I have felt wonderfully anxious the whole day, in an excited way where anticipation absorbs all my thoughts. Message me once you are there and tell me of your plans.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 19
Darling Richard,
The flight was on time. Alex was waiting at the airport. He welcomed me with one of those chaste kisses to the cheek that casual friends deploy when they greet. It sounds less than romantic, but I was pleased that we started out this way.

It was only an hour’s drive to his home, a house like ours but bigger - in fact not like ours because it is set back from the road, surrounded by views over rolling countryside. Decor is immaculate. He showed me to my room. It is gorgeous, not like the average guest room, but with a large bed and private ensuite bathroom. On the bed he had placed fresh flowers for my hair. I was able to shower and unpack, taking care to hang my ball gown in the closet and slip the stockings you bought me onto the shelf below.

We are to eat at eight thirty and the company limousine is to collect us at eight. Alex is proposing champagne before we leave. I am to meet him in the drawing room in half an hour.

How am I feeling? Happy and relaxed with no pressure, the feeling you would expect between friends rather than lovers. However the evening sounds as if it will be a lot of fun. Apparently his company makes quite an effort to entertain. Although when we return I could be spending my night here in the guest room rather than fulfilling our fantasies! Let’s see.

[subtoall]

I hope Stella falls head over heals in love with Alex this weekend. I think Richard would find such a development to be an exquisite erotic torture.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 20
Darling Richard,
Do you want to know about last night? If you do, read on. If not, simply delete this message.But if you do, make sure you are in a safe place with plenty of tissues.

The champagne provided a perfect start to our evening. Alex admired my ball gown with peeping petticoats, although I resisted the twirl, for one in this particular dress would have exposed more than my knees, and I wanted to keep what lay concealed a secret, certainly for the moment.

The ball was on the edge of town in a beautiful hotel, the type you see in an AI picture. It seemed strange being announced, ‘Welcome Mr Alexander….and Mrs Stella….’. I wasn’t expecting that! I wondered what Alex had told his colleagues about me. Did they assume I was a divorcee, a widow - or realise I was another man’s wife being passed off as Alex’s partner? Actually, it rather added to the fun. What would you have felt had you been present?

The dinner was seriously good and the conversation was much as you might expect. A director’s wife asked me where I was from and how long I had worked for the company. When I told her that I didn’t, and that I had arrived by plane that afternoon she seemed quite intrigued. Another woman admired my dress, saying that I looked stunning. The men seemed more reticent, perhaps because Alex had instructed them not to ask searching questions? It did seem quite surreal!

When the band stuck up various couples rushed to the dance floor. It was a few minutes before Alex invited me. The moment felt like an assignation. His smile was so captivating, his hand when he took mine felt so tender but strong. Alex as a dancer was sublime! Our bodies seemed to meld, his lead so clear, his embrace so engaging. Within moments I noticed that the onlookers, especially the women, were watching us with envy. The feeling was energising. As an unknown stranger from another city I was free to revel in the attention, dance without restraint and eavesdrop on snippets of speculation as I leaned into Alex’s arms.

The last dance came too soon. On the hotel steps he took my hand and led me to an awaiting limousine, returning to sit alongside where, my heart fluttering, casually he took my hand. Our return journey was uneventful, simply discussing our evening and the reaction of his colleagues to his mysterious dance partner.

It was over a brandy later that he asked. He did it in a most careful way, tender, considerate, unassuming. It was his total lack of presumption that I found so seductive. He turned towards me and asked if I was intent on sleeping in the guest room. As simple as that. No pressure, touching, groping or any attempt to kiss, it was a natural request that a friend may make, and left open any answer I might choose to give.

[boobman987]

Thank you aardvarky for your update about body jewellery, I was intrigued.

I love the thought of you wearing a 4 straps suspender belt, it brings stirrings! Do you wear stockings all the time or only on special occasions? The 6 strap ones are from the 1930’s and 1940’s and ensured the seams were perfectly straight.

Where you left letter 20/text is excruciatingly tense. How will Richard react and has he been allowed to relive himself of the tension Stella is causing? Can’t wait until the next exotic update!

[aaardvarky]

Boobman987 - special occasions. Wearing stockings all the time might normalise them and remove the erotic aspects for me and implications for the viewer. A lack of frequency in wearing keeps them special, don't you agree? For me, its no to seams as they require care and continual adjustment - fine for fashion, de rigueur for display, but complicated for every day (or every night) wear.

In fairness, my injunctions to Richard are few. We share the journey, so preclusion is insisted occasionally just to heighten the experience for us both, not defeat it. And, as you have been so quick and assiduous to comment, my next message to Richard will be dedicated specially for you.

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 20
Darling Stella,
How could you leave me there? How cruel, and at the same time, how deliciously tantalising! How long must I wait to be told your answer? My imagination has already completed the remaining possibilities, for at that time of night a hotel room would not be an option. I dismissed that you may return to your room, to undress alone, glancing at the lingerie I had slipped into your case the night before you left. I turned to the alternative and imagined your conversation, increasingly intimate resulting in agreement before he led you to his bedroom. There I pictured soft lighting, the bedcover pulled back, heard gentle music and noticed the smile that I recognise from when we have made love. That picture drove me to distraction. I wanted to be there, to see, to watch, and experience the next moment as it happened. I felt a new frustration that was quite exquisite. I had to masturbate, but even afterwards your words continued to race through my mind. Do write soon.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 21
Darling Richard,
Are you still on tenterhooks? Has it been hard for you waiting for another message? I wanted you to weigh and enjoy the possibilities so the outcome I am to describe would have more resonance. I did not return to the guest room.

Your anticipation of events is almost correct, save that it was me who led him to his bedroom. I was intent on recreating the scene we created when I returned from the date, the one in which I had imagined Alex in place of you and where I had caused you to climax by using his name. I undressed him slowly, throwing his tuxedo onto a chair, loosening his bow tie, unbuttoning his shirt and reaching to unfasten his belt. At this moment I noticed a change in his breathing and recognising it, stopped to slip my hand through his flies to an erection so large that it had escaped his briefs. As I had anticipated, he groaned and on my touch, came forcefully, suddenly and copiously. It was an unstoppable rush for us both, not intended by either of us, yet utterly delicious. I held him tight until the last spurt of ejaculate, our gaze never leaving each other for an instant.

My kiss stopped his apology and I turned to invite him to unzip my dress. The dress and petticoats fell to the floor in a delightful swoosh of wild fabric, exposing my lingerie at last. He watched transfixed whilst I stripped, slowly unfastening the suspender buttons, then sliding my stockings, my thong and last, my pretty brassiere to release my breasts into his hands.

In your reply to letter 16 you wrote, ‘I see the light go out and hear your sigh. Then I feel my exclusion, returning to my room to feed on images, sounds, impressions, touches, sensations, rising with your escalating intimacy. It is at this point that I have to shut off my thoughts to avoid overload, and to save some pictures for later.’

This is where, for now, again you must again stay; for that night Alex and I did not make love, but naked lay together and talked, whispered, kissed, caressed and touched. It felt private, tender, sensual, and unique. There was no pressure - for that had been removed earlier. There remained space for free connection where breaths and sighs spoke the language of love and desire.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 22
Darling Richard,
Whilst I have some time to myself, I thought another message may be timely. But before I describe more, I want you to tell me of your feelings, thoughts and responses. After all, now there are potentially three of us in this marriage (so to speak) I need to know how that feels for you. Tell me about being excluded from our intimacy. How did that feel? Were you jealous, happy, proud, neglected, frustrated? Did you experience denial or compersion? What erotic pictures did it engender in your mind? Were you able to sense the rush of his sudden orgasm, and my delight in enhancing it? Were you able to appreciate his considerable size and his rapid unfurling before he came? Could you smell his ejaculate on my hand and feel the slippery wetness between my fingers? Did you notice in the moment before the kiss that I took a silky finger to my lips? Afterwards, could you feel his moisture against my stomach as we lay together, the heat of his breath against my neck?

If you wish me to write more, you will have to share more of your response to what I describe. Did you masturbate again? How many times? I want to know, as the thought of it enhances my connection with Alex - picturing you in your tempest of frustration, wanting me, but having only the option of watching Alex in your place. Only when you have answered can I decide how long I should stay and when I will return. Incidentally, on Saturday, Tempest Partnership announced that our office must close for the week for urgent repairs to the roof, and we were invited to work from home. As you know, I have my laptop with me here.

Reply to letter 22
Darling Stella,
There may be heights higher than where I am now, but I dare not imagine them! Your description of your night with Alex, starting with his unintended orgasm and your reaction to it was beautifully, searingly provocative. Yes, I have pictured the moments you watch him grow, and contemplated your sexual power as it was unleashed and ignited. It felt primaeval. I felt you slip away from me, to a place I could not access, held in his arms, limbs intertwined, shared breaths and muttered words of intimacy. I masturbated profusely, sometimes denied the resolution I craved. Yet this drove me to see pictures of greater drama, of loss, not only of you both loving, but falling in love. It was poignant, searing and destructive in a magnificently constructive way.

Most of all, I loved the fact that you had assumed control of both me and Alex, motivating, leading, directing and manipulating. I relished that you have taken to the role of mistress of your adventure, and that Alex has had the insight to surrender to it.

Let the events that will inevitably follow determine when you return. This choice is not my gift but your entitlement as a beautiful, free desirable woman. I want you to explore your every urge, realise each of your erotic ambitions, and satiate all of your desires.

[MustBeDenied2]

Fantastic! I don’t know whose frustration and anticipation is greater, Richard’s or ours.

MBD

[aaardvarky]

Letter 23
Darling Richard,
You have answered my request perfectly, so I will now answer yours with the detail you crave.

After his inadvertent climax, once naked I led him to his bed and there we lay linked, our arms around each other’s shoulders, waist and hips, our knees and toes touching. He spoke softly and tenderly. These were exciting opportunities for exploration rather than passion. Although there came a time in the early hours of the morning when he responded afresh, gently at first, then firmly, continuing to grow, expanding, lengthening, moistening and eventually leaking with desire and anticipation. I knew the moment had arrived, and with perfect timing - I felt so aroused, my breasts swelled and my nipples were firm as bullets against his chest. His fingers found my vulva, he discovered my clitoris, and with his moisture, slowly circled it, peeling back the lips of my labia - then to enter me.

Richard, I have to tell you that he was huge, and it was this that created the most intense responses that I am shortly to describe to you. For a moment I thought I would faint with his size, but his lubrication was such that he captured my pleasure with ever greater intensity. For now I want you to picture the moment when his and my movements, his radiating pleasure and the uncontrollable intensity that I experienced - fused. From that moment it was as if we were one being. There were no boundaries, there was no limit to our shared arousal which built with gathering pace. My climax started slowly, almost imperceptibly as a feeling in my toes. Then it accelerated into me, suffusing through my body, taking over every fibre and pinching every nerve end. At last it reached a crescendo that was so dramatic, unstoppable. My vaginal contractions were unfathomable, unbelievable. An ejaculation from my skene’s gland created the domino effect. I felt him back up, attempt to resist for a second, then suddenly release in waves of sperm deep inside me, his spasms of pleasure synchronised with mine. We experienced simultaneous orgasms of hitherto unmatched intensity. And it lasted: so long that at one point I thought that it would never release and I would be trapped forever in endless pleasure. The experience was transformational. Its magnitude indescribable. Its significance - probably permanent.

Only afterwards did I think of you. You popped into my mind as if you had knocked politely to enter. At the time of your calling his lips were caressing my hip and the outside of his hand rested gently in the crack of my vulva, possessively but respectfully. I wondered whether you had witnessed any part of our passion? Had you pictured the build up of intensity, moment of our climax and the aftermath of our intimacy? If you had been here, could you have borne the feeling of utter absorption and radiating perfection?

Say if you would object if I were to decide to stay a little longer with Alex, for I sense there are yet many more moments of ecstasy for Alex to deliver, for me to explore, for you to picture, and for us to talk about as and when I return.

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 23
Darling Stella,
What you wrote caused me to feel every emotion - starting with the excited frustration of denial and ending in fear and trepidation of loss. Between them were indescribable feelings of ecstasy rising from one feeling seeping anxiously into the next. I wonder whether any other woman has been fortunate enough to experience the euphoria you have recounted, or any other man been so lucky as to receive a description written with such intensity?

There were times when reading what you wrote that I attempted to put myself in Alex’s place, feeling your touch for the first time, exploring secret recesses of the erotic, and climaxing in unprecedented frenzy. I could picture the contrast of your white skin against his and the urgency of your coital fusion. Like you, I would love to relive that again, and again.

As for the rain coming through your office roof, it provides the perfect excuse for you to exploit. What does Alex say? Will he leave for work should you stay longer? Whilst he is gone, will you write again?

[boobman987]

My goodness aardvarky, you are really putting us through the wringer! You have again left us in limbo and poor Richard (and me) in a very excited state! I love it!!!

Stella’s touching of Alex’s member causing him to cum unexpectedly then when they were together in bed their intimacy was very sensual. What type of bra did Stella wear? Full, half or shelf?

I must also thank you for the education about ladies reproductive organs, I’d never heard of the skene gland until your story.

From your description I take it that Stella had a squirting orgasm - sorry to use such common terminology . Then the follow up on the post climax cuddles, hot!

I’m looking with great anticipation to the next letter exchanges.

[aaardvarky]

Subtoall, boobman987 and MustBeDenied2 - I am so pleased you are still with me as I publish the letters for the first time.

Subtoall - yes falling in love is exquisite torture, as is witnessing your partner fall in love with another. I have a theory here and would welcome your thoughts. It is convention, repression, jealousy and insecurity that makes it problematic? Does falling in love necessarily demand exclusivity if these issues are sublimated? Does possessing and being possessed require permanence? Whilst some men (and women) may regard Richard's response as weak, I see him as existentially strong, forward thinking and liberating. Do you agree?

Boobman987 - I am impressed with your summary, and the fact that you focus on my fulsome breasts. You are right to do so, and not alone by any means. Being a little 'top-heavy' my simple answer is 'full', as I might simply pop out of the others.

Dear MustBeDenied - I always look for your comments as uplifting. Yes, Richard struggles with frustration and anticipation as an addict would with a destructive dependency. I suppose it is because we work with it together that the transition from bearable to pleasurable is possible. Fundamentally, in an unconfident way he gains confidence as we progress, which feeds his capacity to cope and gives him the urgency to continue. Needless to say, I am the beneficiary of that!

Now, especially for you three, here following is something for the weekend.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 24
Darling Richard,
Saturday seemed to evaporate in a trice. We were so late getting up that morning, for we laid together to talk about our success in the early hours, to laugh and eat strawberries - although Alex’s diet was not limited to them, for there were other fruits that he was intent on tasting, and that I was willing to share.

Saturday night we cooked together, then made love, then returned to eat. When he poured the wine I confessed the previous fantasies that his hands had evoked, whereupon he rose from the table, took me in his arms, undressed me and we made love again there on the floor. Later when we danced naked in a close embrace I again felt his arousal. It was the signal for bed. He picked me up and carried me, placing me down on the undersheet, levering himself over me to take me in one swift movement. Our coupling this time was slow, easy, enduring. His sexual skill is as boundless as his stamina. He never flags but maintains his amazing erection to the end and beyond. It is as if he has no need for recovery, prominently always ready for another adventure. When he comes I feel the pressure of his ejaculate against my cervix, copious and unstoppable.

Sunday we drove out to meet his friends for lunch. I must say they were very discrete, inquiring little, probably because Alex had already told them the truth about us. During the meal he would glance across and smile, suffusing me with anticipation of what would await on our return home. One of the guests commented jokingly, ‘Oh you love birds, do stop it.’ Were our responses that obvious?

It wasn’t late when we arrived back at his house and too early to sleep. I asked what he would most like to do. He looked deep into my eyes and told me of his recent regret - that he had spoiled the opportunity to undress me on our first night. I confessed, whilst I had enjoyed him watching me strip, I too had missed the feel of his fingers against my skin, unwrapping, unfastening, unclipping, pulling, sliding and revealing.
‘But that can be easily remedied,’ I continued, ‘and to help, I can introduce a special gift from Richard,’ I added as I headed to my room.

Richard - of course my intention was to wear your gift of lingerie and the sheer stockings you had slipped into my case. My fingers trembled as I opened the packets. The sweetest bra and matching panties, the lacey suspender belt with four adjustable straps, perfect in size - you clever man. Finally, the sheer stockings, the cellophane packet glinting under the light. I dressed slowly so as not to miss a moment, imagining you sat in the armchair to watch me from the shadows. There was something especially erotic about the fact that you intended the underwear for my pleasure with Alex. I felt guilty about it, but elated - it was wrong, but also very right. This breath of ambivalence intensified the sensation as I dressed. I questioned whether you had accessed that moment and were observing me as I prepared for him. I considered what I would feel when Alex came to undress me, and whether you would continue to watch us? Then I collected the dress and petticoats. I wondered whether to ditch the latter, but found myself intoxicated by the feel of raw organza between my legs.

Moments later, a spray of perfume and I was back with Alex, high heels elevating my lips to his. Alex looked shocked. It occurred to me that he had not seen me with my hair up before. He registered his appreciation with the single word, ‘Wow.’

I stepped back and turned, the twirl I performed for you, but with greater speed and intent. My dress and petticoats flared out well above my knees to reveal the stockings that had so intrigued him on our dinner date. For a moment he stood in silence, looking astonished. Gathering himself he asked, ‘May I?’ and took my hand above my head to execute an even faster twirl.

You suggested I should, so I looked. A bulge appeared in his trousers, growing, engorged as if it would split his flies. Having held it in the early hours, kissed it, slipped my tongue around it, tasted it and accommodated it inside me, I immediately realised its significance.

After a deep breath he brought his fingers to the hem of the dress, easing the front up over the suspender buttons to my hips where his thumbs hooked the sides of my panties, sliding them away and having me step from them. Unfastening his trousers he led me to his bed where he lay back, inviting me to straddle his chest. I was aware of one of his hands behind me, the other reaching to unclip my bra and release my breasts, whilst beneath I sensed my wetness and slipperiness against his skin.

Lifting again, I slid down his torso until I felt his erection first against my anus and then vulva. No adjustment was necessary. I took him slowly into me, circling to ease in his width and accommodate his length. We both stared at each other, thrilled by the feeling of his hands against my suspender straps and electrified by the static of the organza; and so started the slowest intercourse I have experienced, reaching points of ecstasy from which we would purposefully edge away, only to return to regain that illusive point on the bridge between pleasure and orgasm. Our love making seemed interminable. Each moment that we feared to be the last, desperate to avoid the tipping point, we paused, smiled and collected. Then we would resume, still astride him under a flurry of petticoats, aware of my smooth stockings against his skin.

In the end we had to relent and give way to our climaxes. Mine was different from that in the early hours of Saturday morning. Instead of waves surging it was a continuous and vicious grip of searing pleasure that seemed to hold us both in suspension before it devoured us. He started to come, I came, I pressed down further, he bucked, then he ejaculated, I received, he filled me.

It was only after the last spasm had reduced to bearable that I registered how the organza against our skin had electrified our love making. It bristled with static energy. He sighed, I looked down and smiled, and with his arms around my hips, still impaled, he pulled me towards him for a kiss, long, lingering, sensual, intimate, demanding, absorbing.

Did you expect this outcome? I certainly did not. Is it too much? Can you cope with its intensity? Are you troubled that I am now obsessed about sex with Alex? How do we intend to navigate this? I need both of you, which unless my feelings change, means that Alex may become part of our lives too.

[boobman987]

Hot!

[flahubbyofsue]

As a cuckold your story hits so many triggers - some recent that have me needing to reply - yes I want my wife to date (prefer a single man - have her meet his friends - his family - my wife did in another country Also, the buying her this to wear with him - especially for the first time with her lover.

there are so many things to share but this is your story I hope some PM me and want to chat and more