A few readers complained after I posted the first part of this story that I didn't warn them that it was a cuckold story. Apparently some of the delicate flowers who read it hoping it was a BTB story were offended at the turn it took!
Randy and Amy explore their new interest further in this part.
CONTAINS CUCKOLD MATERIAL!
You have been warned.
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Chapter 4
Over the next few days, Amy and I continued to talk about what had happened after our yoga class the previous week. I would not have characterized our relationship as lacking in communication before that point, but I realized we were now talking honestly at a much deeper level about our feelings than ever before.
Among the interesting things that I found out was that Amy was very hesitant about going through with what she had planned during the course of that day. She said she almost bailed out when she was putting on the dress without a bra, and again when she approached the guys to suggest that they go somewhere to dance. She also confirmed that it was her idea, and that she rushed them to give her a commitment when she saw me walking towards them, so that they wouldn't back out if I made a stink about it.
Another detail about the night that she shared with me was that after Eric forced his finger into her pussy, and she came, she collapsed against him for a minute or so from the intensity of her orgasm. When she got her strength back she pushed him away, and he let her go. At that point, she slapped him hard across the face and walked off the dance floor without him.
He went after her and was very apologetic, realizing that he had crossed a line. Kevin was still there, Amy told me, and offered her a ride home, but she said her head had cleared and she told both of them that she could drive herself.
I was proud of her for standing up to Eric, and for leaving to come home to me. I also told her I didn't blame her for what happened. Eric should not have taken the liberties with her that he did, even if he did see her let Kevin kiss her on the dance floor prior to that.
We talked a lot about why the situation made us both so horny, for lack of a better word. I tried to explain that my feelings about it were complex. Part of me was angry with Eric and scared by the idea of her with him, and another part was aroused. She asked me point blank if fantasized about her fucking Eric or other guys, and I had to admit that I had since that night. I hurried to assure her that I would never ask her to actually do it.
For her part, Amy admitted that, while she had been scared and upset with Eric over what happened, she had the most intense orgasms of her life that night, starting with the one on the dance floor with Eric, and ending with the ones I gave her on the living room floor when she came home. When I pressed her, she admitted that she had been thinking about Eric while I was making love to her, and imagining that it was him.
That discussion led to another round of intense sex for us. We finished with Amy on top of me, grinding her pussy against the base of my cock. She had become more vocal when we made love and she was telling me how good my cock felt.
"Pretend you're talking to Eric," I asked.
"Oh baby, your cock feels amazing in my pussy," she said.
"Use his name," I implored, a bit worried about how she would react.
She looked at me for a second, then grinned and closed her eyes. "Oh Eric, your cock feels so good. I can't believe I am fucking you, here in my own bed. What if my husband finds out about us? I don't want to lose him, but I can't get enough of your big cock."
I was flabbergasted! I know I asked her for it, but I didn't think she would slip into role playing so easily. The four sentences she uttered had my cock so hard that it hurt, and I was close to orgasm.
"I don't care what your husband thinks. Your pussy belongs to me now." I replied in character. "I think it might be good if he caught us. Then he could see how much of a slut you are for me."
"If he ever finds out about us, we are through!" she said with her eyes clenched shut. She was sliding up and down the full length of my cock and slamming her pussy against me.
"I think he already knows, and he wants you to fuck me!" I hissed. "I think he gets off on it!"
Amy cried out and came, squeezing me tightly with her velvety sex. I rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs, thrusting hard and fast into her as she clung to me with her arms around my neck and her face buried in my shoulder. She cried out again with another convulsion of lust and I emitted a drawn out growl as I came inside her.
As our excitement subsided, we looked at each other sheepishly. "You really get off on the idea of me fucking another guy, don't you?" she asked.
"I do and I don't understand why." I admitted. "Maybe it is because I love when you get excited and lose control, and you do that when we talk about this. I am very proud to be your husband, so it validates my feelings when other guys are attracted to you."
Amy said, "I think it turns me on because I have always wanted a way to excite you as much as you excite me. I lose it when you go down on me, and I wanted some way to make you lose control, too. Oral doesn't do it for you, and you never seemed interested in anal, so I didn't know how else to push your buttons."
"I even considered asking another woman to join us to see if that would do the trick," she said, blushing.
I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. "Who were you thinking of?" I asked.
"I dunno," she said evasively, doodling on my chest with the tip of her finger, "Maybe Carol."
I knew before she said it that Carol was the woman she was thinking of. I had to admit that Carol was very attractive. She was in her early thirties, a few years older than us, but still very sexy. I was consumed with love for Amy from her admission that she actually entertained the idea of including Carol in our sex life just to make me happy.
It made me realize that I needed to give her an opportunity to be with other guys if she was interested in it. I was being selfish denying her the chance if she had that desire, and the only reason for saying no was my own jealousy and possessiveness.
I know a lot of people cannot understand that logic. To them, the ultimate display of commitment is for two people to promise never to have sex with anyone else. While I understand that line of thinking in the sense of being willing to deny yourself any sexual pleasure outside of your marriage to show your love and commitment, it seems to imply that each person must give up their own opportunity for pleasure to make the other happy. Isn't it better if you can give up your own insecurity and possessiveness to make your partner happy? And if you get some enjoyment out of it too, then everybody comes out ahead.
I told Amy my thoughts and she said she felt the same way. Her admission emboldened me and I asked, "Would you have sex with another guy if I said it was okay with me?"
Amy answered slowly, "I never thought I would want that, but after last week I am not so sure. I just know that you are more important to me than anyone else, and I never want to jeopardize our relationship."
I hugged her and told her I loved her. I suggested that we didn't need to make any decisions until we had a chance to think it through, and that maybe we should just take a few days to let things settle down and see how we felt afterward.
Amy agreed and cuddled with me as we drifted off to sleep. That night I had a dream that Amy and I were in our yoga class and Eric was there too, on a mat next to Amy. As we posed, I kept glancing over at them.