After making love she was ready to go to sleep, but she asked Kenny to lay with her awhile before heading to his bedroom.
She rolled onto her side facing away from him. He rolled onto his side towards her and pressed his caged penis against her buttocks. She wiggled against him wanting to feel it between her buttocks.
Kenny draped an arm over her midsection. She put her hand on top of it.
"You haven't lost your touch."
"Thank you, Mistress Becky. I love pleasuring you."
"And I love being pleasured by you Cuck. My dates wouldn't be complete without the special way we bond when I get home."
Her cuckold husband agreed, "No they wouldn't."
She said, "It's nice to know my dating still excites you. You came while pleasuring me didn't you? I can feel it oozing from your cage."
"Should I pull out?"
"No. Stay where you are. Remember the first time I cuckolded you?"
"I do."
"I thought it was the beginning of the end, but instead it was the beginning of something new. It ended up bringing us closer together. It definitely made me fall deeper in love with you."
She was referring to his acceptance and support of her dating another man. They weren't married, but had been dating for several years, when she decided she needed to date others before committing to marriage.
It had been her idea to be exclusive and it was her idea to play the field. When she told him what she wanted to do she had fully expected him to say he would also date.
He shocked her when he said he wasn't interested in dating others. He said he understood she needed to do so as to not have regrets later on.
She worried how he would handle the jealousy. She insisted unhappiness with their relationship wasn't why she wanted to date. She was confident she could keep the dates platonic, that they would respect her being in a committed relationship, that there was almost no chance there would be a second date.
He didn't know if she was naive or overconfident or telling him what she thought he needed to hear.
He had gone down on her after their conversation. She had even pointed out how wet she was, indicative of how she felt even closer to him, more in love with him.
Even back then she referred to being eaten, the act of cunnilingus, as being pleasured. She said it sounded more romantic and factual as he was indeed using his tongue to make her orgasm, to bring her pleasure.
Her orgasm had been very intense. No matter how much she assured him it wasn't him he couldn't help but think it was. It hurt to know she needed more than what he offered.
He thought their relationship being long distance, that he had very little money, that he was always studying or working, that their dates were simple and inexpensive, left her with too much free time and the itch to be wined and dined, taken to expensive restaurants, concerts, where she didn't have to worry about how they were going to pay for it.
It also didn't help Becky's parents, especially her dad, were always telling her they wished they had dated others before marrying. They told her they were happy being married, but felt like they had missed out by not dating more.
Becky had never complained about him not ever having money. She wasn't materialistic and didn't seem impressed by money. She said she appreciated the sacrifice he made driving to see her when he could, that whatever extra money he had he spent on her, that he wrote her.
She also appreciated his patience with her. Their physical intimacy had developed slowly. He had never pressured her but let her take the lead. She thought it sweet, but it also led to habit patterns that became ingrained.
She was the one who initiated sex. She liked being the aggressor with him. When he was the aggressor she thought it felt weird as though they were switching roles. She did wonder what it would be like to be with a man who was the aggressor, if she would like it or find it uncomfortable.
She ran her fingers through his hair afterwards. She could feel his breath on her sex whenever he exhaled. He was breathing every bit as hard as she was.
He used to get off of his knees and sit beside her, but she had broken him of that habit early in their relationship.
"Why do you always sit up after you've pleasured me?"
She thought it cute how her question had caught him off guard, how he had stuttered, "I thought you were done."
She told him, "I'm done for the moment, but I might want you to do it again. It would be easier for you to resume what you were doing if you stayed where you were. I'll let you know if I'm done."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Thanks for telling me."
She placed her hands on his head and tilted it back stretching his neck to look up at her. She looked down into his eyes.
"You're welcome. Now you do. Lovers should tell each other what they like. I like your face between my legs, but I think you like having your face between my legs. Am I right?"
"You are. I love pleasuring you Becky."
She had guided his face back to her sex where he pleasured her two more times that night. It was now ingrained in him to stay on his knees.
She patted a spot on the back seat for him to sit.
She pressed her mouth against his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. Then she licked his face telling him she liked the smell and taste of her pussy on his face.
She reached down and caressed the lump in his pants. She unzipped his fly, reached into his pants and fished out his erection.
His penis she thought was cute, like him. He was boyishly handsome. Average height. Average build. Not muscular or athletic. His features soft. He could go several days without shaving. He didn't have a lot of body hair.
She thought he was a really good kisser. As for his tongue, it was magical.
She slowly ran her fingers up and down the length of his erection. She took the tip of her index finger and spread the pre-ejaculate oozing from its urethra over the purple head.
Between kisses she asked him, "What will you be doing when I go on a date?"
He answered her honestly, "Trying not to take it personal. Reminding myself to be supportive. Finding things to do to keep me busy."
"Like what?"
"Exercising. Reading a book. Going for a walk. Seeing a movie. Studying. Asking to work more hours. How will I know if you'll be free when I come to town? I don't want to drive here if I won't see you."
For someone feeling resentful and pained by her decision it didn't seem to be affecting his arousal because Kenny's penis was very firm.
"Do you think you'll be able to focus on what you're doing to not think about what I'm doing?"
"Probably not. This is going to be hard Becky."
"I know it will be babe, but I also know you're really strong and what we have is really good. Look at me. You're worried about losing me aren't you?"
"I am," he answered his voice cracking.
He looked in need of nurturing. She knew he wasn't trying to dissuade her, just giving honest answers to her questions.
"I know the only thing that will make that fear you have go away is time. You just have to be patient and have positive thoughts about us. If I wanted to break up with you I would have."
"I know."
His voice quivered, but his penis didn't just stay hard, but jerked in response to her soft caresses.
She leaned forward, "Unzip my dress and undo my bra. Pull my sleeve and bra strap down."
She was quite aroused by what was happening. She didn't know if it was because being in control turned her on or because she liked seeing him so vulnerable.
"You look like you want to cry, Kenny."
"I'm okay Becky."
