This part or my story contains some religious references although not excessively. If that or cuckolding isn't your thing, then probably better not to continue.
We didn't lie in very often and even though we were young, the weeks events had caught up with us I think. It wasn't just physical tiredness we were feeling.
After fantasising for so long, Chloe had been fucked by another man for the first time since we'd started dating. Having said that, and after everything I'd recently become aware of, how could I really be sure? Still, as I lay next to her still sleeping warm body, my cock thickened. Did it really excite me that much to think the woman I was so in love with, may have been fucking other men? Men I was yet to find out about. Men like Tim or Ken.........or maybe even Andrew. I tried to convince myself it didn't. What kind of man was I if it did? Maybe I should just stop questioning myself, my sanity.
I had no doubt Chloe loved me. Apart from our sex life, our relationship was completely normal in every other way. If anything, the sex, our alone time, was even better. I'd never bonded with anyone the way I had with her and I was certain she felt the same way about me. Chloe enjoyed the thrill and excitement of sex with other men and I wanted her to. I still didn't really know that much about her sexual history, other boyfriends, how many men she'd slept with or fellated. Knowing her obsession for oral sex, I assumed the number may come as a surprise. As for full sex, I had no idea whatsoever. Why it turned me on to think she hadn't stopped when we started dating, was a mystery. All I knew was that it did. Maybe I should just accept that we weren't like other "normal" couples.
There was a new sensation I'd experienced with Asaf too. An added thrill. He was Muslim. Why that meant anything was also mystery. I felt guilty that his religion excited me. I was raised without racism, religious or otherwise. I accepted people for who they were rather than what they were. Sexual orientation, race or religion to me, were just part if who a person was and usually, it had no bearing on how I felt about them. Yet I couldn't deny the additional excitement I'd felt when Chloe told me Asaf was Muslim. For all I knew he felt similarly excited fucking non Muslim or Christian women. Actually, I didn't know whether Chloe was religious. We hadn't had that discussion, but she certainly didn't attend church. I had some thinking to do.
I also had the evening with Andrew and his wife to consider, to look forward to. Chloe had told me to trust her and that I would love it. I hoped so. I'd been fixated on Andrew for so long, much more than I had with Asaf. Probably because I'd actually met Andrew. So far, even though I knew he'd fucked her, Asaf was still completely unknown to me, an imaginary figure whereas Andrew was real.
My cock rose to full erection as I thought back to that meeting with him and the way Chloe had nudged my arm when she saw him. I remembered the jealousy I felt knowing she fancied him and the way she'd responded to him as the evening progressed. He'd been confident without being obnoxious, easily flirting with her in front of me, seemingly understanding my needs as well as hers. He was also the first man to cause her to squirt. I think that above everything else, was what had sparked my imagination so ferociously.
Chloe stirred and turned to wrap a leg over me and smiled. "Mmmmm," she purred. "Someone's excited to see me this morning."
We made love that morning. It was just us, no Tim, no Ken and no Asaf and even though it was beautiful, her pussy still felt different. I knew it was more me, certain of her body's natural ability to return to normal, but I couldn't shake the thought. The effect of that was to cause another premature ejaculation.
If Chloe understood why, she didn't say. "It's ok sweetheart," she reassured me before adding with a wide grin. "You can finish me off with your mouth."
We spent the rest of the day doing chores and relaxing. Nothing was said about Asaf or Andrew and his wife. I guessed she was thinking about them though, just as I was and my nerves began to build as the day wore on.
Around 3pm she got a call on her mobile and I could tell she was speaking to Andrew. After a brief conversation she ended by saying. "It's ok. I still want to come," then ended the call.
"Apparently Nancy won't be there tonight," she explained. "Something about their business has cropped up and she's had to travel down to London."
"Nancy?" I asked although I'd already guessed that was his wife's name.
"Yeah," she said. "Andrews wife. But we're still going," she added casually, yet leaving no room for debate.
Around 7pm she told me we should think about getting ready. "We have to be there for 9 baby," she explained. "And it takes about half an hour. I'll jump in the shower first and start getting ready while you're showering."
Chloe had already painted her finger and toenails with bright red varnish and was doing her makeup when I got into the bedroom.
"Any ideas on what I should be wearing?" I asked.
"You could wear that nice patterned shirt and your navy trousers baby," she told me. "You look good in that shirt. Smart but sexy." she added.
As was usually the case, I was ready before Chloe and when she finally came into the living room I was surprised by her outfit. She was wearing the same red lycra mindress she'd worn when we met Andrew. The same ankle strap red high heels too. In fact, if memory served me correctly, even her hair and makeup were the same.
"Isn't that........" I began to say before she interrupted.
"He asked me to wear the same outfit I wore when we first met him baby," she told me nervously.
The fact he'd asked her and she was wearing what he wanted made my cock swell. I was acutely aware that she would have reacted negatively if I had done the same thing. She dressed for Ken, had done so for Asaf and now she was for Andrew. It hurt, causing the now familiar sick feeling in my stomach but even so, it turned me on. She dressed for them, but not for me.
She was definitely nervous. "Well?" she asked. "I think this is pretty much how I looked."
"You look beautiful baby," I told her. "Just the same as you did back then."
She relaxed a little. "Good.....I thought so too," then looked at her watch. "Come on baby. We may as well leave. If we get there a bit early he probably won't mind."
"You seem nervous baby," I said once we were on our way.
"I just want to make a good impression," she told me.
I found that a strange comment given she'd met him already, but instead of saying it, I just told her she always made an impression wherever she went.
"So are you going to tell me what's happened now?" I asked, careful not to make her even more nervous.
"Yeah, sorry baby," she said relaxing her shoulders. "I forget you've been kept waiting."
I squeezed her knee. "It's ok sweetheart," trying to lighten her mood. "The one thing I've learned with you is the art of patience."
It worked and she slapped my knee. "Cheeky bugger," she mocked. "So like I told you, I met Andrew twice and then twice more with Nancy"
Having to concentrate on driving and the directions kept me from asking questions, even though I wanted to.
