Jean and her cuck really cherished the days and even weeks after she returned, her vagina filled with another man's love juices. Lovey dovey describes their interaction, holding hands, taking walks, romantic dinners, flowers and chocolate, favorite meals, sideway smiles at each other, and lots of touching and kissing. Behind closed doors however they were like two tigers in heat.
They didn't so much as talk about her affair, but he imagined it and she relived it as they made love in their unique way, with his mouth pressed to her love box and his penis humping the bed, her leg, or if she felt particularly giving, being massaged by her feet.
Their unconventional lovemaking led to explosive orgasms. She liked listening to him groan as he brought on his climax timing it she noted to occur with hers. She wondered how he maintained such control out of her but so little when they had intercourse. She knew it was all psychological; they had used desensitizing creams, layers of condoms, sleeves, and the end result was always the same. A minute or two of thrusting on an exceptional day and he shot the wad leaving her frustrated and longing even more for traditional lovemaking.
What they did now was so much better. His mouth more than made up for his penis' inadequacy. She didn't resent him. He had powerful climaxes too and he didn't feel compelled to have intercourse or left feeling he let her down. His penis size and premature ejaculation she likened to a physical disability. Her lovers were surrogates used to accomplish what he couldn't. Both saw it as the only fair solution.
She waited to tell him what happened after she and George made love the first time. He asked lots of other questions and she filled in the details describing him physically. She even located a picture of him and showed it to C so he had a face to go with the name. C couldn't believe how confident George was, how blunt he was with Jean, how he took control.
She couldn't help but smirk a little and did her best to lessen its cut with a smile, "I'm not surprised. He's not boastful or even egotistical, just supremely confident. He's good at reading people. He immediately sensed my attraction to him and my need for a good fuck. And he delivered. I'm telling you C; my experience with him was the best ever. It was delicious. He literally had me begging for his dhakari and his maani."
Her honesty still wounded his ego and in spite of embracing the cuckold lifestyle, a part of him would always long to be the other man, the man with the big cock, the man whose dhakari drove women crazy with lust, the man whose maani women craved to be full of, the kind of man who made women go to the extreme. He wondered how many wives Father George had impregnated, how many cuckold couples were out there raising biracial children, imagining the cover stories they told, adoption, the wrong test tube at the reproductive services lab, a product of a prior relationship.
C knew Jean well. She tended to go overboard, throwing herself not just physically but emotionally at her lovers. While there were times her zeal pained him, the sexual high he got was worth it. Rather than discourage he encouraged her to greater attachment with her lover. Their emotional bonding added to the arousal of their physical coupling.
His initial reaction to her words was typical Jean. He had seen her eyes brighten with lust over another man, but his gut told him there was something different. George had reignited a flame in Jean. He sensed he was about to again experience being at the edge of the precipice. He remembered how exhilirating and scary it was.
C and Jean were now middle aged. He wondered if Jean sensed time was running out and this was the last hurrah. Or was she trying to recapture the past. There might be others in the future but they would be on the downslope of life. She was at the top of the mountain. The ascent had been wonderful so good she wished she could climb it again. Would George be the one who made the descent something to be embraced rather than feared?
Jean purposely left C hanging. She craved his puppy dog adoration. He was always attentive to her needs and deferential to her wishes, but she reminded herself he was still a man. Too much contentment destroyed his motivation lessening his desire to please, his urge to submit. In spite of all their efforts she could not and really did not want to unwire his psychological makeup.
Through trial and error she had perfected her ability to control him. She saw herself as his queen and he her loyal, but humble, servant. Cuckolding served to remind him she was her own woman and theirs was not a relationship of equals. She was his superior. She had complete freedom. His liberty she restricted. Her taking lovers was not just for her own pleasure, but to remind him she was in control. Most people considered vaginal intercourse with one's wife a husband's right, but their marriage wasn't like most people's.
