*This is the second part of a series. I suggest you read Beginnings first.
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Unable to sleep, I watched Lexi in her slumber. She seemed so peaceful, but my mind was in turmoil over the events of yesterday and the decision that was before me. We've had a good marriage, not perfect, but strong and trusting. How could something that seemed so right, go so wrong? I hate that I allowed this to happen and that I in fact, even encouraged it.
Henry took all that was precious from me last night. Plus, he has given me this audacious proposal to surrender my wife over to him, and virtually relinquish all my spousal rights. I can't believe he would think I would be crazy enough to even consider his proposal. I've never even met the guy.
Lexi stirred and sleepily asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, hun. Go back to sleep."
I keep remembering the incredible sex we had last night, and how Lexi seemed like a different person. I guess it was naive to believe that we could push the parameters, and do it with no consequences. That video Henry made was a slap in the face of reality. As much as it angered me, Henry was correct in much of what he said. I had never once considered that by sharing my wife with another man, I would actually abdicate my marital contract. Another thought was,
would it be fair of me to me to stop it on my own? It should be our decision.
After my initial encouragement would me now saying no be tantamount to offering a child a cookie and then saying no sweets?
The dawn light was starting to break through the curtains, and I realized I had been up all night, struggling with this whole scenario. If I could take it all back, I would. I looked at her asleep, so relaxed, with her hair fanned out on the pillow. Just a few hours earlier, however, she was willingly used as a fuck toy by a man she barely knew, and who was a total stranger to me.
His video said I passed my first cuckold test. That took me by surprise. It was never something I had even considered. I don't think of myself as some wimpy cuckold. I'm a six-three muscular man, not some sniveling little submissive weakling, scared of his own shadow. He was right about one thing though, there was no denying that last night was the most incredible sex of my entire life. The feeling of his cum squeezing out as I pushed into her well-fucked pussy was indescribable. It was more erotic than anything I've ever dreamed of, but I also knew a repeat might destroy our marriage.
I tried to slip out of bed, in a way so as not to disturb Lexi, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, she rolled over.
"Why are you getting up so soon, sweetie? Why not come back and snuggle with me? It's Saturday," she asked, extending out her arm.
"I'm gonna go down and make some coffee and get the breakfast started, hun," I replied, kissing her lips and patting her butt.
"You tease. Come back to bed. I'll make it worth your while," she grinned.
"Come down when you can. We need to talk," I said, cinching up my robe.
"You're no fun!" she called out, as I made my way down to the kitchen.
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I have always loved the quietness of the early morning, with the breaking sun waking up the world. The birds start to stir and chirp their song of life. The dew glistens on the flower petals. The smell of the coffee and frying bacon was tantalizing my senses. The morning-after seemed in contrast to the turmoil that was churning my insides all night. The toaster went ding, just about the time Lexi walked into the room, stretching and running her fingers through her hair.
"Morning, stud!" she yawned.
"Morning, princess," I replied, buttering the toast.
"Coffee!"
"I already fixed your cup. Your eggs will be ready in a jiffy."
"Why'd you get up so early? We were up so late."
"I couldn't sleep. I've been up all night. I got up and watched Henry's video again."
"Oh?"
"He says, I have to make this decision, but that's not fair. We got into this together, and I think this is our decision to make. I realized you said nothing during the video last night. What is it that you want? Would you even consider taking his proposal of being passed around like a common whore?"
Lexi looked at me, saying nothing. It was like she was studying me. Then she said, "Let's talk about this after breakfast. It's getting cold."
"Okay, but I'm not deciding this on my own."
We ate in polite silence. It seemed every click of the dishes or sound was amplified. Finally, I asked, "Do you want some more coffee?"
"Yeah, I'll take a warm up... Alan, I only have one question to ask."
"Sure. Shoot."
"After seeing that stark presentation on the video and what he is asking, why are you having a hard time making up your mind?"
"What he is proposing disgusts me. I can't believe you would even consider becoming his sex-slave, and being used by him and his friends. This is not what I envisioned when we agreed to this. Lexi, I love you, and don't want to lose you. My gut says no, but I still want your opinion."
Lexi sat there quietly, thinking. I could tell she was contemplating what to say, and I patiently waited her reply. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, took my hand, and looked up into my face and said, "Alan, I love you too, and don't want to lose you either. What happened last night was probably the most intensely erotic thing that has ever happened in both our lives... Right?"
"Yeah, it was hot at the time," I agreed.
"I think we discovered some things about ourselves. I'd lie if I said what happened wasn't the most mind blowing experience of my life, but it is not worth ruining our marriage over. He really wasn't anything like I thought."
"Really?"
"Hun, you're so sweet and sensitive to me. I know you love me by the way you take care of my every need. He was so... opposite of you. He was forceful and demanding. His big cock hurt like hell at first, but he wasn't phased in the least by my cries of pain. He just took me. He fucked me like a whore. He used me, and I hated myself because...liked it."
"Is that true?"
"Yes, but I equally liked how you made love to me so tenderly later. By the way, the thing about his friends totally took me by surprise. He never mentioned any of that."
"Sweetheart, don't be angry with me, but I can't agree to his proposal. You're the most precious thing in my life, and the risk is too much."
"Then that's it. The answer is no! I think you should call him, if that's your decision. I support it!"
"Okay, I will, but I'm still bothered by what you said last night when you said things could not go back to normal. What does that mean?"
"You know what I mean. We've both tasted forbidden fruit and loved it. It's going to be hard to keep it off the menu," she grinned seductively.
"I'll call him later. Right now, I'm gonna take you up to the bedroom and make you forget all about him. All this talk has me worked up," I pulled her hand.
She dropped her robe on the bar-stool and said, "Okay, big boy. Let's see what you've got."
I slapped her butt, swaying so invitingly in front of me, as she climbed the stairs. I don't know if it was the erotic talk or her increased confidence, but Lexi looked prettier and more desirable than ever before. Perception is everything.
As we entered the bedroom, I picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She looked startled as I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head toward my waiting erection.
