Exhausted by their efforts, they apparently fell asleep together in the fitful sleep of new bed partners. Eventually, around 4am Kate woke for a pee and padded to the bathroom. She examined herself in the mirror and decided that she looked pretty rough: red flushes, shot make up and sticky, sweaty skin marked by love bites and odd scratches. She stared at herself wondering what I would make of it.
Thereupon, she decided it was time to return home to see if I would like the result of my fantasy being realised. She thought about texting me but decided to just get back, and began looking for her clothes.
As Kate raked around the floor she found her bra but her pants were over beside Paul. She picked them up and stepped into her briefs, lifting up her thighs, snapping her waistband into place. Paul woke and asked why she had to go. She said it was about time to get back while it was still dark: if she did I might believe that she had crashed briefly at a mate's house. Paul said he thought I would guess what she had been up to and laid back in the bed. He reached for her and asked for one more bang before she went back. Kim suggested had had enough cock for one night and felt like someone had been hit her miaow with a sledge hammer.
Paul thought this funny and pulled back the sheet to reveal his cock, now erect and straining again: he asked if she would be cruel enough to leave him with a problem like this. Kate wanted to go but admired his brass neck and his energy, so set about stroking him and smearing precum over the head. Then, she embarked on another great Kate blow job that deliberately and ruthlessly worked Paul into a state of orgasmic pleasure. Kate was surprised that he was such a repeat performer and asked him how he had any more fluid to expel from his body! He then pulled her head down back on to his prick -- he was close. Then she felt his balls tighten in her hand as his third load of semen shot out of his urethra into her mouth. She lifted her head of him as it spurted over her cheek, chin and then he sat forward to direct the jet over her bra covered breast and abdomen. Paul was gasping and bucking -- fucking hellll he said through gritted teeth.
Best yet he said as he lay back and Kate reached for a towel to wipe herself down.
To her surprise, Paul picked up his phone and summoned an Uber. Not taking me home, she enquired. Paul shrugged and said I would not believe her story if he dropped her off.
And this was fatal for Paul. Kate likes being taken care of and treated right. Now, he was sending her home in taxi like some lightweight piece of young tail he had just picked up.
She dressed quickly and just wanted to go. When the Uber arrived, Paul too Kate to the flat door, on the 2nd floor, and did not even walk her down the stairs. Instead, he stood out of sight, naked, and saw her off so his neighbours would not see. Kate felt like an escort being sent out into the night after a session with a paying punter. She tried to kiss him goodbye, but Paul said they shouldn't as he did not like the taste of semen and she had just blown him. Kate on reflection did not think that he was being deliberately rude, but that he just was a very prissy guy who was, well, very self-focussed.
In the taxi home, she felt a boiling pot of emotions. The Uber driver obviously had seen the drive of shame before and kept looking at her smudged make up and mussy hair and knew what she had been doing all night. Kate did admit later this kind of turned her on and she liked the idea of being the returning wife who had been slutting all night.
That is where we were, then. She had returned, we had a most amazing fuck and she was retelling the story in some detail as we sat in bed, nursing tea. The full details that I have given here did of course not all come out at this moment. But the essence was there and I was a mess of jealousy, arousal, anxiety, pride and love. Kate had set about this affair to satisfy my fantasy and it had asked a lot of her. Not least physically. As she said herself, a night of fucking two guys together -- as we have done together -- in your twenties or even 10 years ago with Alan that last time, was fine but now she felt her age. And her miaow (what she calls her pussy) was feeling the strain after 3 bouts of sex.
I went o make her more tea and came back to find she had fallen asleep. I switched off the lights and slipped into my running gear to go and clear my head.
Out on the still dark streets round Chelsea, I came to terms with the eroticism and relationship dynamics of the last 36 hours. And indeed the last 4 months.
I can see from comments her on Literotica, that the cuckold haters are affronted, which they all will be always! But I also value the comments of those who experience or fantasise about these kind of situations. It is important for me to be clear that this is a true story and I lay it down here as it helps me understand myself, and it is as hot as hell.
There are many different words surrounding my sexual appetites that in one way or another talk of what turns me on and applies a psychological analysis. Compersion, Candualism, cuckoldry, troilism, bottoming, stagging, voyeurism etc etc etc. All I know is that I love Kate and have done madly for 40 years. For 30 we have been married. What I have learnt about our mutual sexuality is that we are both very sexual people. We love each other but more importantly we are best friends. What turns me on most is the threat to our intimate relationship posed by a third party -- the fear of losing her heart in whole or in part -- and the thrill of reasserting myself with her emotions. Sperm competition is a real thing and I think it is fundamental to all relationships. All males fear their partner being inseminated through having sex with another male -common to all mammals at the very least. Some female mammals -- primates in particular -- are noticeably promiscuous looking for the strongest sperm donor from as many males as she can manage. Alpha males in turn look to repeatedly deposit as much seed in as many females as often as possible he can manage. I am not saying we are little better than animals, but we must acknowledge that we have shared origins and they are only a couple of million years old!
Anyway, by the end of the run I had cleared my head and my thoughts were clear. I was turned on by Kate fulfilling my fantasy and would like to stop it there, if she would. I did not think banning her from carrying on with Paul would carry much chance of getting her to stop -- she likes to be her own boss and I do not own her.
There was no sign of her till nearly lunch when I heard our ensuite loo flush and she padded down the stair wrapped in my massive bath robe. She took my coffee and we started to chat about the mundanities of marriage -- meals, plans for weekend and what we should do. There was no mention of last night until Kate gingerly tried to sit on a high stool at the breakfast bar and winced. Oh dear, she sighed, I won't sit properly for a week and sipped her coffee. Come on I said let's have a bath and you can tell me everything again.
So we bathed, both of us in our lovely deep bath, dear readers, and she recounted the whole story with frequent interruptions from me for clarifications and more detail: What was the bed like? What is in the bedroom? Did he have a good body (nice abs she said wistfully) What was his cock like? Did his cum taste the same as mine? (they all taste the same to her), did she feel him cum when he ejaculated inside? Did she know he bit her? What did they talk about? And so on.
