It was late when Becky left Bonita's house. The evening had been enjoyable and eye opening. She looked forward to telling her cuckold all about it picturing the excited look on his face.
Dr. Bonsac and her family lived in a rather upscale neighborhood. She asked what her husband Ethan did.
"He doesn't work outside of the house. I'm the breadwinner. Between teaching and writing I'm able to support us. Trust me, he stays plenty busy running the house."
Her books were published under a pseudonym and sold tens of thousands of copies.
Bonita greeted her at the door with a warm hug.
"Welcome Becky. Did you have trouble finding the house? Let me introduce you to my husband and children."
She met Ethan, a man she would describe as average and their four children who looked nothing like their dad. The children shared a lot of their mom's features, but their complexions were much darker.
She wondered if they were adopted as she was positive none of them shared the same father. She wondered if Ethan was her second husband and the children were from an earlier relationship.
She barely saw Ethan or the children for the rest of the night.
Bonita explained Becky was there to see her.
Ethan did show up to give them drinks and to serve them dinner. As for cleaning up afterwards she said he would do it after she left.
They started off talking about her class. Bonita wanted her feedback as she wanted to keep her class fresh and interesting. They talked about other students, other classes she was taking, and other faculty members.
Bonita was a very pretty woman in her late thirties with coal black hair, dark blue eyes, and porcelain colored skin. She had a very warm and engaging personality. She knew she was attractive, but downplayed it preferring people pay more attention to her intellect than her body or face which were quite lovely.
She was easy to warm up and was very good at getting people to open up.
"You're so young Becky and intelligent not to mention very pretty. I can't believe you're a mother of a one year old. You are so much more mature than I was at your age."
"You must have a very understanding husband. Is he also young?"
"I'm a few weeks older than him."
"Let me see a picture of him and your baby."
Becky had quite a few photos of Kenny and her baby.
"He's very cute. He looks like a baby. And your daughter is beautiful. I love her hair and complexion. Her face is all you."
Becky then told her the sanitized version of their relationship, how they were on a break and how she had fallen for someone only to realize he was a huge mistake, and how she had reached out to Kenny, how they reconciled for her to find out she was pregnant with the other man's child."
"Kenny sounds like a keeper."
Becky replied, "He is. I'm very lucky to have him. He loves being a dad."
She liked how Ethan and Bonita interacted. She obviously wore the pants in the family and he worshiped the ground she walked on. He had served them but did so in a most unobtrusive way, quietly without drawing attention to himself, like a servant would serve its mistress and her guest.
She asked him to get her when the children were ready for bed as she liked reading them bedtime stories and tucking them in.
"Accompany me," she suggested when Ethan told her the children were going down for the night.
She enjoyed watching her interact with them and noticed how Ethan observed more than spoke. It was her time with the children. She also noticed he had changed clothes and was now wearing a nightshirt, something she had never seen a man wear.
When they were all tucked in she sweetly kissed Ethan on the lips before asking him to do one more thing before he retired for the night.
"Make Becky and I a big bow of popcorn and pour us some sodas. You make it so much better than me."
He chuckled and said he would be delighted to do so, but added the only reason his tasted better than hers was because he was making it.
She laughed and said he was correct before swatting him on the bottom and telling him, "Get to it subby."
Fifteen minutes later he brought them a big bowl of popcorn to share and two glasses of soda and dish cloths to wipe their fingers with.
She asked him to dim the lights on his way out.
Bonita commented on how nice it was to hang out with another girl. She said she hoped she liked chick flicks. Becky assured her she did. She asked her if she got the chance to get out much. She then asked if she missed dating.
She admitted she did. She said Kenny encouraged her to go out. Even though they were the same age he was already more of a homebody than she was.
"I think Kenny understands women in ways most men don't. Unlike men, we never outgrow dating. At heart we're always a Cinderella in search of the next Prince Charming."
Becky nodded her head in agreement.
Bonita asked her if she could her a personal question or two.
"Of course."
"I'm just curious. When you told Kenny you were pregnant had you and he been having intercourse? Did you insist he wear a condom? How come you didn't insist the man you had sex with wear a condom?"
Becky took a sip of her drink.
"Great questions and very deep. We did, but not very often. To be honest intercourse with Kenny was nothing to brag about. I much preferred it, as did he, to be eaten by him. He always wore a condom. I don't know why I didn't make Mario wear a condom. I guess because it was so much better than with Kenny. I had this urge to feel him cum in me."
"Deep down do you think you wanted him to get you pregnant?"
"Maybe. I've never told anyone this, but I've never had a desire to conceive with Kenny. I felt just the opposite with Mario. He had all these qualities I wanted in a child, good looking, strong, athletic, dominant, confident."
Bonita said, "I'm sure your daughter has them."
They watched the movie. It was a romantic comedy about a woman engaged to the wrong man who meets Mr. Right and how she ends one relationship and begins another and everyone gets along. Not very realistic, but very romantic.
Bonita said, "A better ending would be for her to end up with both men."
Becky said she agreed.
"Too bad you, Mario, and your husband couldn't make it work."
Becky laughed, "We didn't even try. Maybe it will be different with the next Mario I meet. He was fun, but not really boyfriend material."
Bonita said, "I know the type. There's nothing wrong with a fuck buddy. Someone to get your rocks off with. No emotional attachment. Just really good sex, the kind your husband can't give you."
"Exactly."
"I hope we can do this again. I really enjoyed our time together."
She reached out and softly touched Becky's face, "How old are you? Twenty. You are really pretty, but you know that don't you? You've always attracted men. The next time you come over I want to introduce you to someone I think you would hit it off with."
"Like a date?" Becky asked.
"It wouldn't be a date unless you went out with him later. More of an introduction to see if there's any chemistry."
"I'm married Bonita."
"I know you are, but you're also only twenty. You said your husband encourages you to get out of the house. Give him what he wants and what you need."
"I don't know. Let me think about it."
"No pressure Becky. How about tentatively two weeks from now? Talk it over with your hubby."
"That you're going to introduce me to someone?"
"Yes. He doesn't strike me as someone who would tell you no."
She wanted to ask if her children were fathered by different men, but decided to save her questions for a later time.
In some ways the night felt surreal. She knew she wasn't dreaming but in many ways it felt like a dream.
It was one thing to have sex with other men but to date, have a full blown emotional and physical relationship with another man or men, was going to really test the limits of their marriage.
Her cuck surprised her in a good way when she entered the apartment.
Seeing him naked and on his knees she saw as a sign to initiate the conversation Bonita urged her to have with her cuckold.
She stopped in front of him.
"How was your evening Mistress Rebecca?"
"Nice, really nice, Cuck. How was yours? Were you worried or hoping I might not come home?"
"Both. After you left I realized I had no way of getting in touch with you. I didn't even know where you were."
"I'm back home safe and sound."
"Did you meet anyone interesting?"
She laughed, "I learned a lot more about my professor. She has a beautiful family. Close in age. Minimal time between her pregnancies. Her family reminded me of ours."
"How so?"
"The division of labor. He does it all. Impressively too. He tended to us while tending to them. You would have never known there were five children in the house. Not once were we interrupted."
"As for the children, he's obviously not the father and no they didn't adopt."
Kenny asked, "Do you think he's like me?"
'Remember when your uncle said we just needed to know where to look. She obviously knew where to look because she honed in on me. We're a much younger innocent version of them."
Kenny thought her New Year's Eve gang bang and weekend with his uncle were pretty extreme, but his wife was making it sound like they had barely tipped their toes in the water.
He wondered what more they could be doing.
She ran her fingers through her cuck's hair.
"Bonita invited me to spend the evening with her in two weeks."
"Okay."
