This is a continuing fictional story about a man who has allowed his fiancΓ©e to have sex with another man. You can read about that in part 1. In part 4 her lover informed her he was buying her a new dildo and that she was not to allow her fiancΓ© to fuck her with his cock, only the new dildo. If you don't like stories where this happens, don't bother reading it. I do appreciate feedback, so do feel free to contact me especially with any requests or suggestions for future parts.
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She bathed that evening after I had brought her to climax and several times swallowed her juices. I was permitted to watch her and occasionally to help wash her most intimate of regions. I begged several times for the right to fuck her again. She revealed a deep flattery and that the renewed attention from me was bringing back the old butterflies in her stomach from when we had first met.
"Its going to be so intense when we finally do it again, baby," she promised, standing naked in the bath as the water drained out.
I passed her a white towel and she wrapped it around her figure. "I've never wanted you more," I confessed.
"Good, baby. I'll have to keep working your desire higher."
I helped her out of the bath and watched her dry herself, diligently helping with her butt cheeks. I expected her to change into her night clothes when she entered the bedroom. I was wrong. Out came a g-string, a bra, a short, tight black skirt and a t-shirt which barely covered her navel.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
"No, baby," she began, "I just love the way I'm feeling at the minute and I want to dress sexy around you. Do you mind? It's not too much for you, is it?"
I shook my head.
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The rest of my evening consisted of my eyes straying to her legs and in particular to the gap underneath her skirt. Until finally, as she bent over to put on a DVD, I was fixated on the bottom of her ass cheeks and the g-string in between.
"Like the view?" she asked, her head still facing away.
"Love it."
She hitched her skirt up a couple of inches. "Better?"
"Oh fuck," I said, an erection raging in my trousers again.
She giggled and hit play on the DVD, then she stood up and returned to the sofa, lying against me. She crossed and uncrossed her legs throughout the film, my eyes paying little attention to the screen. It was Monster's Ball. Then came a very intense sex scene. As Halle Berry was bent over a sofa and fucked hard I could think only of my fiancΓ©e bent over his sofa, while he rammed his cock up her ass. She had loved it. My cock was hard again.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, baby?" she asked.
"What's that?" I played the innocent act.
"About last night. When he took me over his sofa."
I said nothing.
She reached to my groin and felt my hard dick through my jeans. "Oh, baby, someone's very aroused." She rubbed back and forth through the fabric. "I love when you're this hard, baby. Are you hard for the film or for me?"
"You."
She smiled. "It's a pity that dildo wasn't here yet. I am gagging for something hard between my legs."
"I've got something right here."
She shook her head. "You know I can't. Not yet. But I do think you deserve a reward." She unzipped my fly and pulled out my erect cock. She leaned down and studied it, neither her fingers nor tongue coming into contact with it. "I could be so greedy with that if I let myself go."
I wanted her to suck it. I needed it. I didn't want to have to jerk off in front of her again. "Suck it, babe, please," I pleaded.
Her palm wrapped around my shaft. "You telling me what to do, mister?" Her tone was jovial, but suddenly she clenched tightly. "You're not allowed to tell me what to do anymore." Her hand relaxed, and she began to pace herself up and down my cock. "You've lit a flame in me by pushing me into my lover's arms and the slut inside me has been awakened."
I groaned under her touch. Her spell. Her curse.
She passed me the remote for the DVD. "Go back to the chapter where he fucks her."
I found it with considerable ease.
"I want to watch it while I wank you. You watch it too. We can think of last night together." She increased her pace the moment the sex commenced on screen. "Oh fuck, baby, I'd love to be getting fucked right now."
"Then let's do it," I said, aware that each and every denial only increased my need to cum and that my balls were tensing much quicker than normal.
"No!" She wanked me harder. "I can't do that. You know the promise I made him." She turned her head to face me and delivered one of her most ridiculous, and yet equally meaningful, statements. "I wouldn't do that on him. I'm not a cheat."
Her words and her wanking were driving me to the edge. "Oh fucking hell!" I shouted. "I'm gonna cum."
She grabbed a couple of tissues with her free hand and held them over my cock.
"Fuck!" I came hard into the tissues, her palm milking every last drop.
She was staring into my eyes, smiling. "Nice, baby?"
I nodded, then confusion arrived with the clarity of the come down. "Why'd you make me cum in the tissues? I expected you to swallow like earlier."
"His rules," she said.
There wasn't another word spoken between us until we went to bed. Even then, she kissed me goodnight and rolled over, displaying her magnificent ass. I caressed it throughout the night, but I was refused permission to go any further.
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I was awoken from my Monday morning snooze by the postman knocking on the front door. I had a glorious erection and had to throw on a dressing gown before I went downstairs. He was filling in a 'we called' form when I opened the front door.
"Sorry if I woke you, mate."