The thrill of unprecedented and unexpectedly sensual fucking which I had received from Vicky was filling my heart and also every pore of my body, which had been loved like, never before. My nighty was completely drenched in my perspiration which was oozing from all over.
The sex-dew which had got frozen in all of my body, over the years, had suddenly melted with the heat and friction of Vicky's fucking of my cunt and was flowing out from wherever it could. I was feeling feather light and my delight was coming out in the form of my happy tears out of my eyes, just like the unstoppable cunt juices, which were also experiencing free flow.
I had compromised with my marital, moral and religious integrity and expected myself to feel guilty for doing so, but I couldn't help it that I was feeling like celebrating my infidelity. Undoubtedly and thankfully it was also at my Cuckold husband Shantanu's request that I had done so, but eventually and honestly it was purely my own decision and there was no denying the fact, that I had fucked Vicky for my own selfish reasons. By now, I was sure that I would have let Vicky fuck me even if Shantanu didn't have his fetish for 'Cuckolded-Cream Pies'.
It was Vicky and Vicky only who had made me consider and finally accept Shantanu's pleadings, because it was a certainty that I wouldn't have given into the temptation of extra marital fucking for anyone other than Vicky.
I was grateful and happy that Vicky had already fucked me, as without tasting the sweet and delicious sex with him, I would have died, knowing only mediocre sex, that I had experienced with Shantanu. Vicky's magnificent cock and his techniques of using it to satisfy his partner were unmatched, and I was feeling fortunate to have been that partner.
I was realising as to who I really was, the nymphomaniac, who had been sleeping in my sex-starved body had suddenly woken up from her slumber and wanted to enjoy life, as if it was nobody's business. I had the licence to fuck and I had already happily given my love Vicky a special pass to use that license. My cunt didn't anymore belong to husband Shantanu, it didn't even belong to me, my new sweetheart, Vicky was the new owner.
I was least bothered that I had committed to this new sexual relationship which would redefine my character and morality. I had become the insatiable nymph who was prepared to go on tasting the new flavours of sex, that were expected to be served by expert chef Vicky.
After being fucked by Vicky, my cunt had suddenly become the biggest source of my happiness in life. When I looked into the mirror, I was suddenly looking much younger, after fucking our nineteen year old servant, who was in the last of his 'teens' but nevertheless still a teen, I was suddenly feeling as if l was younger than him. I couldn't recognise the girl like lady, who had a divine glow on her face and body.
There was no going back now, and I didn't also want to go back, under any circumstances. I had understood the importance of sex in life after experiencing the extraordinary sex that Vicky had so lovingly given me. My body wanted to be loved with my lover's hands, lips, tongue and above all his cock. I had lost all my inhibitions, aversions and repulsions and was ready to offer myself for the dirtiest sex, with Vicky, if he wanted it from me. I didn't matter to myself anymore, I just wanted to please Vicky in whatever way I possibly could, because I was more than confident that he would love me both, sexually as well as emotionally, like I had never been loved before.
I just wanted to move forward in this relationship, irrespective of the fact that it was threatening to take different proportions, it was evident that it was more than just sex between Vicky and me, and though I would be ever ready to fuck Vicky but I wasn't ready to give a 'fuck' about my relationship with Shantanu, he wanted to use me for his pleasure and I wanted to use him for mine. I was now mentally prepared to give everything to my darling Vicky, my body was hungry for whatever it could get and give in the newly found sexual world.
Our fucking had been an unintended competition which Vicky had won hands-down, while keeping his cock-up. The fucking had answered many questions, without being asked, these were the worries that I had been contemplating about for past many days. Vicky's extraordinary capabilities had clearly established his supremacy and dominance during our lovemaking. He had satisfied me like never before and that has made me dependent on him for the pleasure that I had already become addicted to. He had made me want to surrender to him, and now I knew exactly why Shantanu wanted to surrender to me.
I wasn't just ready but wanted to be 'used' by Vicky for his pleasure. I wanted Vicky to demand and extract his pleasures from me, like I was his slave who couldn't refuse her master for anything. I wanted him to make me do things that I would otherwise find difficult or even repulsive to do. I wanted to make Vicky feel special. It was going to be a wonderful experience to serve someone, who the world considered inferior to you.
My body and soul was as ready as it could possibly be, for Vicky and his cock. I was prepared to get as dirty for Vicky, as he wanted, but I also wanted him to come forward and command me to serve him, I wanted to feel and experience his hunger for my sexy body.
While I was waiting for Vicky to assume control in our relationship, I was at least craving for some sexual disobedience from Vicky now, I had already experienced it once and it had been the most exciting thrill of my life to have been denied my orgasm by Vicky, while he was fucking me. Vicky had made me beg for that release which denial had made massive.
I had been using my power to make Shantanu cum, at will. In our sexual relationship I had clearly established dominance over Shantanu and, in retrospect, realised that it was probably the competitive streak in me that was responsible for Shantanu becoming a submissive, though it was a counter productive thing to do, but I loved to make Shantanu cum as early as possible. Without realising it, I had been doing so, to get sadistic pleasure, I was enjoying belittling Shantanu as he couldn't be the 'Alpha Male' that I needed to control me.
I had played a dominant role in my relationship with Shantanu because he hadn't been able to dominate me, and I was either going to dominate or be dominated.
As I analysed, I was pleasurably astonished with Vicky's capacity for fucking, while making me climax, he had popped my cunt like a bottle of champagne and in that process made me realise that I still had lot of sexual fizz in me.
I had already gone ahead and straightaway fucked Vicky and while I was going to continue doing so, I had some restrictions in my mind and therefore wanted to hold back certain pleasures until they were sought and demanded by Vicky. My opening up and initiating sex between us, and that was indeed a drastic step, which I had to take to encourage Vicky and let him know about my willingness for sex with him, but now I wanted him to come forward and express his lustful need for my body. These were the thoughts of my thinking mind but my cunt was speaking a different language and wanted what it wanted, my pussy had become greedy and wanted to be filled with Vicky's cock once again. The taste of Vicky's flavourful cum was still in my mouth but I was hungry for more.
