I woke up the next morning and found Maggie snuggled up to me already awake.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," I responded.
"We kind of took it too far, didn't we?"
"You could say that," I said perhaps a little more tersely than I intended to.
"I'm sorry, honey. Seriously. I have no excuse for it. Are we Ok? Are we going to be Ok?"
"Of course. Maggie, I love you. I will always love you. I did have a part in all of this too," I told her.
"Ok, sure, but you didn't ask for humiliation. I just, I lose myself. It's not an excuse, just an explanation," she said, rubbing her finger tips across my chest.
I didn't respond right away. "I... somehow I understand. It was hot. It is hot seeing you with Stan. But you say things that make me feel like intimacy between us will never be the same. I don't want that. But yet, I see you with him and I can't help but know that things will be different now. There's no way they couldn't be. It's hot... when you're caught up in the moment, insulting me and my package... it hurts but I... well, I don't hate it."
"You got aroused when Stan said I'd be thinking of him whenever I fuck you now. I love you, Harry. I will only ever love you, I swear it. You have been my rock for so long, I won't take that for granted. But you know what big cocks do to me. Real or fake, they unlock my inner slut."
"Is it really just an 'inner slut'?" I challenged her.
She grinned a devilish grin. She had such a 'girl-next-door' innocent look to her, but when she grins this way, it's like the faΓ§ade drops away and what is left it the real Maggie. Naughty Maggie.
"Well, two things. One, you never said 'tomatoes' last night," she said, reminding me of my safe word. "And two, it's just for this week right? Stan will head home and I'll just be your sweet, little Maggie again. Is that something to help carry you through whatever comes?"
I smiled, "Absolutely."
"So, do you think we can leave the brakes off for now? Grab hold and enjoy the wild ride, knowing that either the week will end or you can stop it earlier by saying aloud your most hated vegetable... or are they a fruit? That always confuses me?"
"They're disgusting, that's all I care about. But yes. I think I can hang on for the rest of the week and see where it goes. But then you'll be all mine again and we can take a break for us and regroup, right?"
"You bet, mister."
"Are you really going to deny me anything this week?" I said, acknowledging her caresses and our talk had begun to bring me erect.
"I can give you a handy. Or even a blow job if you're really deserving. But remember, my pussy is Stan's now."
"Oh, fuck," I moaned at the thought paired with her hand on my dick through my boxers.
"Oh baby, I think you like that as much as I do. Well, I doubt you REALLY like it as much as I do. I mean, Christ his cock is amazing. Can you believe how big it is?" she asked teasing me as she stroked me.
"Yes!" was all I could manage.
"Oh that's right. You were checking him out in the gym for me, weren't you? He tells me he's had many straight guys want to touch it, play with it, even suck it. Can you imagine?"
I bit my lip. I didn't want to give her a reaction to her comment. I wanted where she might be going with this conversation to die on its own, unnourished by any participation by me.
"I can see it in your eyes, Harry. I don't think you're gay, but how could you not be at least a little curious? What would it feel like to have one that big, I wonder? I know what it feels like in my hand. But you've had to wonder about how it feels compared to your own."
I started sweating.
"Come on, Harry. You can admit it to me. It's really ok."
I shook my head 'no', perhaps unconvincingly as she got me to cum in my boxers as I did it.
"I fucking love you, Harry. I really do. I need to get back to Stan now. Don't worry, this will be our secret," she whispered conspiratorially as she was getting out of our spare bed.
She stopped and turned to say, "Hey, maybe you should see if Julia wants to go out with you tonight. Get out of the house and keep her from coming by, you know?"
She blew me a kiss and headed back to our room and the still slumbering Stan.
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How can one conversation bring me back to comfort and then quickly rip the rug back out from under me?
This is what I thought as I showered for the day, all the while hearing my wife and my co-worker banging loudly down the hall.
I know Maggie loves me. I can see that with Stan, it's just about his big dick. It will run its course. I know her comments are meant to be playful, naughty. Amping up the cuckolding aspect. Do I believe that she thinks of me as less than Stan? No, not really. Do I somehow get turned on by her comparisons, her insults? I do. But only because I don't believe there's much truth to them. Not in the way that matters.
And then there was the request to take out Julia tonight. It was such a mixed message. Only on rare events have I done anything with Julia, and most of the time it's because she's at our place when Maggie is working late. To ask her out and not bring her here while Maggie is home will be weird. Add in Maggie's comments after my last revealing conversation with Julia... it feels odd.
There's been a deep desire to be with Julia. I can't deny that anymore. But the way I love Maggie, any toying with the idea usually included a three way happening with her. Stan isn't a dummy. He caught on to those feelings I have for Julia quickly. Why would I be ok with him fucking around with my beloved wife, but consider him with Julia so taboo?
In many ways, Julia felt like the sister I never had. But she wasn't actually a sister and I did find her attractive. Is Maggie hoping Julia will serve as a distraction, freeing her to be even more uninhibited with Stan? Or was I to be the distraction- giving me to Julia, alone, so she didn't get caught up in what's going on with Stan?
All this conjecture had me in the shower much longer than I would have normally been, so I shook myself out of my head and ended it.
My stuff was still in our bedroom and I had to get dressed for work. I went in wearing a towel to get my clothes.
As I suspected, I found them still in the midst of their latest coupling. The noises had died down while I was showering and I saw that it was due to a change in their lovemaking. I say lovemaking because that's what it appeared to be at this point. Stan was on top of her and they were kissing deeply as he slowly pushed into and out of my wife.
More than anything I had seen between them so far, this gentle intimacy got to me. This was not my wife getting some unfulfilled deep dicking by a better-hung man nor my horny friend getting off in my unmistakably available wife. It felt different. The fear of losing my wife to this physically superior man intermixed with the eroticism of my voyeuristic tendencies married with the compersion I felt from witnessing my wife's pleasure.
"Stan, are you going to be late to work today?"
I had blurted out the question hoping to interrupt their intimate moment.
Stan ended the kiss and looked up at me lazily, "It's ok, little buddy. I don't have a meeting until mid-morning. You go ahead without me and I'll catch up later."
And like that, I was dismissed and he went back to kissing Maggie deeply.
I saw Maggie's eye glance my way briefly, but then quickly get drawn back to the man making love to her.
I dressed and left for work without much hesitation. As I was leaving, I heard Maggie call to me.