Disclaimer: this story involves cuckolding.
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After our weekend with Steve, Katie and I had a lot to absorb. Our fantasies had been realized, but we'd also said and done things that we needed to talk about now that we weren't in the throes of passion.
The Monday evening after that weekend, we sat together on the couch, holding hands. I asked her if she had any questions about what had happened. Katie looked at me with a kind of concerned look on her face. "Well, I don't quite know how to ask this, but...are you, like...gay?"
"No, baby, definitely not," I said, truthfully. "I mean...maybe I'm a little...bi, I guess? I dunno...would that be okay if I was?"
"Of course that would be okay, sweetie," she said, squeezing my hand. "You...you still love me, right?"
I looked her in the eyes. "I love you so much," I said.
She smiled. "I love you too," she said. "And...like...you find me attractive?"
"Uh, yeah!" I said with a little laugh. "I would think that much would be clear by now."
She laughed a little too. "Yeah," she agreed. "It's just, when you were...ya know..." She was obviously referring to when I enthusiastically sucked Steve's dick. "And, I mean, I know I started it, and encouraged it. But I just want to know if it, like, changed anything."
"I mean, I obviously enjoyed it," I said, knowing there was no sense in denying it. "But, really, I think it was just part of the whole turn-on of submitting to him and being humiliated by him in front of you."
"Yeah," she said, understandingly.
"Was it, like...too weird for you?" I asked her.
"No, sweetie," she said comfortingly. She laughed a little. "I mean, you saw. I actually got really turned on by it."
I smiled at her. "Okay, good...but, um...what about when you were saying, like, that you were gonna start cheating on me all the time with whoever you wanted, even when I wasn't around and stuff?"
"Oh...I'm sorry I said all that," she said.
"No, no, don't be sorry," I said. "I mean, it was really hot when you said it. But, like...is that what you want to do now?"
"No. I mean, I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with," she said. "I just, ya know, said that in the heat of the moment. I wasn't thinking really."
"Yeah, I get it," I said. "I, uh...I don't know if I could handle you just, ya know, doing whatever with anybody."
"Yeah," she agreed. We sat quietly for a second, thinking. Then Katie asked, "So, like, where do you think we go from here?"
I sighed. "I mean...this weekend was...incredible," I said. She smiled and nodded. "So I definitely want to...keep exploring."
Katie nodded, smiling. "With Steve?"
"Yes, with Steve," I said, laughing a little at the eagerness in her voice. She laughed too. "And, ya know...maybe with other guys too..."
She raised her eyebrows. "Really? Like who?"
"I dunno," I said. "It still feels too weird to try doing it with any of our friends, or anybody we work with. But..." I hesitated.
Katie squeezed my hand again. "Come on, sweetie, don't hold back now. Who?"
"Well," I said. "Remember when we fantasized about you with your...ex?"
"Chris?" she asked. She had dated a guy named Chris in college, before we'd met. It had been years now since they'd seen each other.
I nodded.
Katie thought for a second. I could see the wheels turning in her head, and sensed her getting a little turned on thinking about it. "I mean, he does still live in town," she said.
"Yeah," I said. "And, ya know, this whole thing started for me because my college girlfriend dumped me and got back together with her ex..."
"Mmhm," she said.
"But, like...you're not gonna...leave me for him, right?" I asked, feeling stupid for asking.
She smiled comfortingly. "Baby, of course not," she said. "He was just some frat boy I had fun with for a little while."
I sighed. "Okay," I said.
She nodded. "Well...we don't have to make any decisions right now," she said. "And I do worry about, ya know, giving him the wrong idea, but...yeah. Let's think about it."
"Okay," I agreed, squeezing her hand. We leaned in to each other and kissed deeply. "I love you so much, Katie."
"I love you too, Lucas," she said.
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As the week continued, Katie and I fantasized, much the same way we had before our weekend with Steve. Katie and I agreed that she could text with Steve, including sending pictures, whenever she wanted to, without me needing to see what she was saying first, unless it was arranging for an in-person meeting, and as long as I could read the conversations after. The next couple nights I got off so hard reading the hot messages and pictures they had sent back and forth that day.
The next night, I was watching Katie use her dildo on herself, while we fantasized about her having sex with her ex-boyfriend. She lay on the bed, against the headboard, wearing only a pair of panties, which she had pulled to the side so she could use the dildo to play with her pussy.
"You look so hot, baby," I said, watching from a chair as I stroked myself. She moaned, rubbing the tip of the dildo against her pussy lips. "I bet Chris would love to see you like this again."
She moaned again, louder this time. "You'd love that, too, wouldn't you?" she said. "Seeing me back together with him? So he can make me cum like he always used to?"
"Fuck," I said. "Did he fuck you good, baby?"
"Mmmm, he was sooo good," she moaned.
"What did he like to do with you?" I asked.
She giggled a little. "He was a typical frat boy," she said. "He liked to dominate me, make me his little college girl slut." She moaned, sliding the dildo inside her, thinking about him. "He liked to bend me over and fuck me from behind, then...mmmmm...make me get on my knees so he could cum on my face."
"Nnngghh," I groaned, picturing this. "I bet you liked that."
"Ohhh, fuck yes, I loved being his little slut," Katie moaned. She slid the dildo in and out of her. "Mmmmm," she moaned, then held the dildo inside her and looked at me. "I really miss having his dick inside me, baby."
"Fuck," I said, almost cumming. But I stopped myself and held eye contact with Katie. She bit her lower lip, looking back at me, slowly sliding the dildo out of her pussy. I hesitated for a second, then said, "I wonder what he would do if you...sent him a selfie right now."
She paused, eyeing me, seeing if I was serious. Then she smiled a little. "Yeah?" she said. "You want me to send my ex-boyfriend a picture of me topless?"
I had stopped stroking, or I would have cum by now. I just held my dick in my hand, nodded, and said, "I bet he misses those perfect tits of yours."
She reached up and squeezed one of her perky breasts. "These tits?" she asked. I nodded. "These tits that he used to cum on and say he was marking his territory?"
"Fuck. He did?" I asked.
She nodded, put the dildo down next to her on the bed, then reached over to the nightstand and picked up her phone. She looked back at me. "You really want this?" she asked.
I swallowed heavily. "Yes," I said.
She smiled, bringing the phone up above her head so that she had a good angle. I watched her snap a few different selfies, then she brought the phone down to start typing out a text. She looked up at me mischievously. "What should I say?" she asked.
I smiled back at her and shrugged. "I dunno. He's your ex."
She giggled. "Okayyy," she said. "I guess it's up to me then." She typed for a second, then I heard the sound effect her phone made when she sent a message. She quickly put the phone down on the nightstand and looked at me, excited.
I got out of the chair and crawled into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her.
We smiled at each other for a second, then she said, "I can't believe I just did that." She wrapped her hand around my dick. "Wanna see it?" I nodded as she stroked me. She handed her phone to me, opening it to her messages. I saw the selfie, which showed the top half of her naked body, her breasts on full display. She was looking up at the camera, biting her lower lip sexily, even submissively. The message she sent along with it read: "can't sleep 2nite...thinkin bout u."
"Fuck," I said softly, staring at the picture as she stroked me.
"Yeah?" Katie said. "You like your wife sending naughty pics to other men, don't you?"
I groaned. "To your ex."
"Mmhmmm," she agreed, stroking me faster now. "To my stud frat boy ex-boyfriend. That pic is gonna make his big dick so hard. I wish it was inside me right now, I miss it so much." I groaned, getting close now. "Gonna cum thinking about him fucking me, baby? About me being his good little slut again?"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I said, shooting my load into the air.
