This is a continuation of It's My Turn. It contains elements of cheating and cuckolding. If either of these things offend you or make you uncomfortable, proceed at your discretion.
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Rachel felt movement next to her and groggily tried opening her eyes. Her breasts felt chilly, and when she brought a hand up to cover them she felt cool wetness. Looking down at her peaks, she found them covered in lines of thick white liquid.
Alan breathed heavily in his sleep, and she turned her head to look at him. Her memory began flooding images in her mind causing her eyes to grow wide. "What is Alan doing here? And where is Ollie?" she wondered growing terrified.
Alan weakly opened his eyes, and they locked with hers. She began visibly trembling with tears filling her eyes.
"Alan I...I..." she quietly stuttered.
"Shh.." he whispered back. "Let's not talk just yet. We have a lot to figure out."
The naked wife was beyond puzzled. "A lot to figure out? Why isn't he screaming at me? He must know what happened in here. He should be dragging me out of the house by my hair." Her mind raced to understand his calm demeanor.
"Let's just get cleaned up and then talk in the kitchen," he said rolling off the bed. He hopped out of the room on his good leg leaving her staring after him.
Rachel rolled over and plopped her face into the sheets. "What did I do...I got completely swept away by Ollie. Ugh...he is repulsive. And now I am as well. I deserve whatever Alan has to say to me. He'll probably leave me and rightfully so." Her thoughts tormented her, and she exhaled loudly. Taking a deep breath through her nose to calm herself, she caught Ollie's sweaty scent in the sheets. She lifted her head staring at the soiled bed. Bringing her nose down slowly, she inhaled again. The fat man's sour smell filled her nose and head. She laid facedown breathing in deeply and was becoming dizzy.
The sound of the shower starting in the master bathroom snapped her back to the moment. "What the hell is wrong with me? My marriage is ending and I'm trying to smell the man that ended it..."
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30 minutes later...
The husband and wife sat at the kitchen table with Rachel squirming nervously.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Alan held up a hand.
"Just start from the beginning. I sensed some awkwardness from you toward Ollie early on, but I foolishly assumed it was just his smell. I asked you when we walked if he had said anything to you, and you lied to me. Help me understand how he had only been with us a few days and you were screamed his name and for his...cock."
"Well..." Rachel began. "It all started when I tried to clean up his room."
She explained the video and how Ollie had blackmailed her into a handjob. In hindsight, she knew how naive she had been. Not wanting to hide any details, she concluded with Ollie ejaculating onto her chest.
Alan cursed himself for not checking on her sooner. "What made you lose control? Was it...touching another man? Am I not enough for you?"
"Alan, no! It's not that at all. I don't know how to say this...Ollie sort of unlocked something in me. The way he did things to my chest made me lose any logical grasp on things. All of our encounters after that he used that power over me to get what he wanted. He figured me out...found my trigger. A trigger that I don't fully understand. But I'm just as much to blame. I could have come to you. But I was just so scared of losing what we have...what we've built." she finished.
Alan was torn inside. He hated that another man had touched Rachel. But hearing about his wife's breasts being touched brought blood to his penis. How could he be so jealous and angry but also turned on at the same time? "What happened next?" he said clearing his head.
Rachel told him about the events in their bedroom that night. Ollie eating her out and making her cum from his nipple manipulations and licking. She admitted that she had encouraged his pulling on her breasts once she had lost control.
Alan had to adjust his posture due to his dick pressing against his pants. His arousal made him angry. He was beginning to realize that his body reacted only when Rachel described her breasts being touched or teased. "Was that it before last night?" he asked.
"Um...not exactly." She explained the shower nervously, knowing things were stepping up a notch. She even told him about the kissing and how they mutually came on each other. When describing how Ollie had soaped up her breasts, she noticed Alan's face change for a split second before correcting it.
"So he held you up by your breasts while he...pumped away?" Alan asked.
"Ya...I lost my strength and couldn't stand alone. That happened once he began pulling hard on my nipples. He also called me derogatory names and even got me to admit that I was a slut," she answered shamefully.
Alan cleared his throat. His boner was raging. He loved Rachel's tits and felt a jealous possessiveness over them. So why was he getting so turned on by someone else violating his territory? Hearing that Ollie had made his wife refer to herself as a slut pissed him off, and his hard-on relaxed a bit.
"The next time was late at night, and I couldn't sleep. I confronted Ollie about the video, and he tricked me into kissing him in order to delete it. Again he teased my nipple and I found myself making out with him before I stopped it. I know I'm so stupid. After that he twisted my thoughts and all reason before making me take his penis into my mouth."
"How could he MAKE you do that Rachel? Why didn't you fight?" he questioned.
"I don't know. He scared me, Alan. He threatened to come wake you and tell you everything. Then he pulled my hair and put it in my mouth." She put her face in her hands.
"What about your breasts. What did he do that time?" Alan asked growing slightly sweaty.
Rachel looked up at him. She could sense something in his voice. Was it...anticipation?
"Well...he pulled off my shirt and....inspected me," she said.
"Inspected?" Alan leaned forward.
"He had pinched and pulled one of my nipples before and said that he needed to 'even things out'," she explained embarrassed.
Alan swallowed, "Go on."
"He began pulling my other nipple making it hard and extended. Alan, the way he stretched my breasts was changing me...turning me into someone else. He would pull my nipples and it hurt. But the pain wasn't alone....it was mixed with sensations I've never felt. It made me crazy."
She realized she was daydreaming and babbling on about the experience. Her eyes quickly focused back on Alan and she blurted, "Alan I'm sorry! I didn't mean to go on about..."
Alan was breathing heavily. "Was that the extent of his touching your chest?" His tip was producing sticky droplets.
"Then he...slapped me...slapped my breasts," she said eyeing him.
He was visibly sweating and trying to keep still. "Describe it."
Rachel was at a loss for words. Why was he asking that? He doesn't look angry. Was he turned on by this? That can't be.
"After checking my nipples were equally aroused, he slapped my breast. Then he slapped the other. The last time, he slapped both together. I almost came right there. There must be something wrong with me...I'm sorry, Alan." she felt disgusted with herself.
"That's uh...what I mean is..." Alan stammered. He sighed and made fists on the table.
"Here it comes. He going to leave me. Why would he want a dumb naive slut of a wife?" Rachel resigned to her thoughts.
Pushing off the table, Alan stood revealing his tented pants. "I think there's something wrong with both of us," he said looking at her.
"Alan, what is..." she started.
"I don't know! I hate that fat bastard for touching you, and I want to kill him! This isn't from the idea of him being with you." He pointed to his tent. "I think I'm starting to realize that it's your chest."
"My chest?" she said confused.
"Yes...you know how much I love your breasts and basically worship them when we make love. Hearing about another person touching them drives me crazy...mentally and physically." He was explaining to himself as much as to Rachel.
"I...I don't know what to say." Rachel said.
"Remember you said that having your nipples played with and teased was unlocking something in you...changing you?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Well...I think it is changing something in me as well." He shook his head. "I don't understand it, and I'm ashamed to admit it."
She stood and walked around the table to him. "What's going to happen to us, Alan?"
Alan looked down at his beautiful wife and swallowed. "I don't want anyone else Rachel. It might take some time to come to grips with everything that has happened, but you're still mine."
"Alan, I cheated on you." Tears filled her eyes. "I feel like dying just hearing myself say it, but I did. How can you take me back after I broke our vows?"
"I know I should be furious, and I am. But you make me weak, Rachel. I'm so completely in love with you that I am willing to be weak to keep you," he finished.
"I don't deserve it. I love you so much too, but I am not worthy of love," she blubbered.
Alan embraced her, and she cried into his chest. "Let's overwrite it, Rachel. Overwrite everything that's happened," he whispered.
She looked up at him with wet eyes. Bringing his lips down to hers, he kissed her and she accepted him with an open mouth.
"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...." she murmured through sloppy kisses. "I'm yours, baby. I always have been...only yours."
Grabbing one of his crutches, he supported one arm and put the other around Rachel. "Let's take this to our bed. We need to claim it back."
Alan fell back onto the bed and Rachel stepped in front of him. She peeled off her shirt and dropped her shorts. Standing in her bra and panties, she swayed her hips seductively for her husband.
"Come here, baby. I need your breasts right now." Alan quickly stripped.
Reaching behind her, she pinched her bra clasp and it popped open. She shrugged it off and released her tits.
