Authors Note:
There have been both positive and negative reader's comments regarding the subject of my cuckolding story. There are those out there who consider it unworthy subject to write about, I simply found it challenging, especially the emotional side to it. Statistics tell us that around one in three married men will cheat on their spouses sometime in their married life time, and about one in six women will do the same. So here's the question. Are those who live the swinging and cuckold life style not more honest and open than most us? After being happily married for nearly thirty years, I suspect that the suggestion of a swinging or cuckold lifestyle would swiftly result in my manhood hanging from the highest tree in the street. It's not a theory I intend to put to the test. But do we have the right to condemn those who might enjoy those life styles? There have been a few derogatory comments regarding the stupidity of my story. To them I say; our world is full of people doing stupid things, just look at our hospitals, jails and cemeteries. For a reality check, just switch on the news channel or pick up a news paper. Finally, please don't think I discard criticism of my stories, constructive criticism is to learn from; destructive criticism isn't. And at the end of the day, it's just fiction and a bit of fun anyway.
This is a sequel to my recently submitted Cuckolding Katie story. I would suggest that readers read that story before this sequel. For those who are not inclined to do so, the story revolves around Katie and Matt, a couple who are not married, but live together in a fragile relationship. While on vacation in the Caribbean, Katie has a romp with an impressive black man. When they return home, the story ends with the couple breaking up. This is the sequel.
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Life without Katie was not easy for me. As the months after our parting accumulated, my pain didn't diminish. I missed her companionship, her fine intellect and acute sense of humour. While Katie was fiercely independent, we had developed a togetherness that I had taken for granted. Like how we liked to do things together, shopping, the evening walks and the gym work outs together. Even when we were chilling out at home taking in a movie or reading a book, it was nice to have her close by. Those enjoyable days of good times and laughter now seemed to filter into my thoughts on a regular basis. I admit that Katie had a hard exterior which could be sometimes fearsome, but a disastrous marriage before we met had left her sceptical about future relationships. But once that veneer was pulled back lay a wonderful adventurous woman with warm and generous heart.
I confess that I also missed the great sex, her long body that would warp eagerly around me and hold me tight as we eagerly made love. I missed watching the look of ecstasy on her pretty face when she reached orgasm. No one else had ever manipulated my own orgasms as Katie could, how she could tease me to the brink of orgasm and let me slide away, then bring me back to a more intense and exquisite ending. When in the mood, Katie oozed sexuality, but sadly now it had all gone.
I was exactly not celibate in those months after we split, and had enjoyed the excitement of two new lovers. But the aftermath was emotionless for I felt little for the lady in my bed once the post orgasmic bliss had ebbed. I was looking for something else, someone interesting and vibrant to share those nonsexual times with; someone just like Katie.
As Katie and I met through mutual friends, it was inevitable that our paths would eventually cross. Most of our friends were surprised at our sudden break up but would have had no idea why it happened. I didn't tell anyone about Katie and Leo, and I know Katie would have also kept it a secret. But it was nearly six months before we met up again at a New Years Eve party. We were both a little shocked to see each other and we played the nervous ignore and avoidance game for a short time. It was Katie's bravery that broke the ice; she simply approached me and gave me a peck on the cheek, and told me how good it was to see me again.
She looked good dressed in a yellow top and tight jeans and my heart rate increased with excitement at her nearness. A beaming smile fell across her pretty face when I told her how good she looked, our eyes firmly engaged as our emotions remembered how it had once been. We chatted politely until we were interrupted by other party goers and then separated. But the interest was still there, our eyes often meeting as we cruised the party. As the night wore on, we reunited and retreated to the rear deck where there was more privacy. The nervousness of our meeting melted as we laughed the remains of the evening away enjoying each others company. It was obvious our good times together had not been forgotten, and our feelings for each other lay just below the surface. As midnight arrived, the mandatory celebrations of kissing and hugging both friends and strangers took place. But none was better than when Katie took me in her arms and gave me a peck on the cheek, her mouth then sliding seductively towards my lips and a gentle warm tongue reaching for mine. Our kiss was excitingly electric and lasted longer than it should between old friends, but there were no regrets. When the excitement of the New Year eventually began to dwindle, I felt a hand slip into my trouser pocket and remove my car keys.
A familiar voice purred in my ear, "Please take me home, I need some loving."
All of us will have a special night that will remain with us for ever, a night of absolute seduction and passion. I will never forget that night with Katie, the anticipation during the fast drive to her place. The first long kiss before the front door was closed. The slow removing of clothing between kisses as we stood beside her bed. How Katie eased herself from my clutches and slid backwards onto the bed, her lovely legs spread invitingly for me. How she guided me into her special place and then held me tightly with her long legs and strong arms. I kissed the tears from her eyes as we made passionate love, not a word was said, or needed to be said. Her first orgasm seemed almost brutal as it wracked her body; I could again taste her tears as the smaller orgasms arrived, her little tremors also exciting me to the point of no return. She moaned loudly as my cum flooded her warm pussy, her legs rising up my torso to capture it all. And then as I lay spent and content on top of her, she whispered that she was pleased I was back in her bed. Conscious of my weight upon her, I rolled away and lay facing her, she responded by turning into me and holding me tight. While the sex was over, the kissing and caressing certainly wasn't. We soon drifted off to an exhausted sleep, but not before Katie asked if we could change sides because she was lying in the wet patch, which had always been a sore point in our past relationship.
I awoke the next morning to the sounds of crying. There was Katie on the end of the bed, a duvet draped over her shoulders as she sobbed. I crawled up to her and took her in my arms, but she pushed me away.
"How can you not hate me." she sobbed.
"I don't hate you." I replied while overpowering her in my arms and pulling her tight in to me.
"Well, you should." she sobbed as her struggling eased. "I wish we'd never gone on that stupid vacation, I wish I'd never set eyes on Leo. How the fuck could I have been so stupid."
"We both thought it was a good idea at the time." I replied.
"But a woman should know better, fantasies are fantasies and should stay just that. Now I've lost the man I loved."
My heart fluttered at the word love.
"Did we love each other?" I asked.
Katie pulled back a little so that she could look at me, "I don't know about you, but this is about me. I think I took you for granted, it wasn't until you left that I realised how much I felt for you. I felt empty and lost, and lonely. I've never been so unhappy. Every day I hoped you would call, that you might forgive me."
I smiled, "I wanted to, but I didn't think you want me to call you."
She leaned forward and kissed me, "Well, I did want you to."
We sat in a huddle facing each other enjoying the touching of bodies while considering the complexity of our relationship.
"I missed you too." I offered. "Life wasn't good without you either."
Katie nuzzled into me and kissed me on the cheek. Many minutes we stayed just like that until I pulled away wanting a better look at her body, a body I'd missed so much. She read my mind, and with a smile slipped the duvet from her shoulders and lay back on the bed. Her once glorious tan had now faded, and she appeared leaner than I remembered her to be. Her breasts lay almost flat on her chest, her waist narrow and navel toned. The dark triangle of curls between her thighs were now thick and untrimmed, and her thighs sleek but shapely. She grinned knowingly as I gazed and spread her thighs a little wider.
"Missed my pussy have you?" she asked cheekily.
"A bit." I replied burying my face in her curls and allowing my tongue to tease the V of her slit.
She took me by the hair and pulled my face away, "I wouldn't if I were you; it needs a good wash, no thanks to you."
