The Evolution Of Moiras Marriage Ch 02

After verbalizing our desires he did something I really found appealing and a bit scary.

"What's up with Clayton?" he asked.

I didn't want to sound too defensive but his comment caught me off guard. It shouldn't have, but it did because my marriage to Clayton was obviously the 900 pound gorilla in the room.

"Nothing's up with Clayton. He's my husband and the father of my children."

"Something's got to be up. No man in his right mind would share his wife."

I laughed, "Trust me, Clayton's not crazy, just kinky, but he's not the one calling the shots. I am. I want this."

"And what is this that you want?"

"A boyfriend in a real relationship, but I also want to stay married so I have to compromise. I feed Clayton's kinks and in return I get a boyfriend, a relationship, and my marriage stays intact."

Lance wasn't naïve and he quickly drew his own conclusions.

He asked, "So you're in charge of Clayton?"

"I never thought it about that way, but yes I'm in charge. I make the rules. He obeys."

"Well, I want to be in charge of us."

I didn't hesitate for even a second but eagerly welcomed his admission.

"Okay, I want that too."

"I know Clayton's your husband, but I don't want him fucking you or you sucking his cock."

His crude and graphical language both shocked and excited me because I had known him for years and never heard him curse.

"You don't want my husband to make love to me?"

"That's not what I said, Moira. I have a pretty good idea about how you and Clayton make love. I can live with that. Like you said you need to feed his kink. What I don't want your lovemaking to involve is the way you and I will make love. I intend to have you suck my cock a lot and in the near future as we know more about each other I'm going to fuck you. I don't want Clayton's penis sullying what is mine."

I didn't argue or point out by virtue of being my husband Clayton's penis could go in me wherever and whenever he so desired because that Clayton no longer existed, the desires he used to have buried as his cuckold, submissive became stronger and all consuming. What Lance was saying is what Clayton had long yearned for, to be cut off from penetration by his superior, the alpha male.

Instead I wrapped my arms around him even tighter pressing my head against his chest and said, "Okay, I won't let him."

He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head, "Good. I had better go before any of your kids drive up or the neighbors drive up."

I looked up and said, "We do have to be careful around the kids, but I don't care what the neighbors think. We don't associate with them. If they want to gossip let them."

He gave me a soft kiss on the lips before we separated and he got into his car. I watched him back down the driveway and continued to watch his car until he was out of sight. I was happy, sad, and as I walked back into the house, incredibly horny.

As I entered the front door and having to face Clayton within a few second if we had just made the biggest mistake of our lives or were we about to embark on its biggest adventure. I was hopeful Clayton would embrace his role and offer me undying support for mine.

He didn't let me down.

He was still in the dining room when I entered the house. Talking I decided could wait. What we both needed, me more than him, was action. I entered the room, looked him in the eye, and said, "Bedroom. Now."

Like a dog bounding after its owner he followed me.

I didn't hug him, kiss him, or sweet talk him.

"Lock the door. Get on your back. On the floor. Keep your clothes on. "

I didn't remove my blouse, just my shoes, pants and panties.

I pointed to where I wanted him to lie, his head a foot from the bed. He scurried into position. I straddled his torso and squatted. He craned his neck lifting his face to meet my descending, wide open vulva. His tongue speared my vagina as I settled down on my knees not giving a damn about the rug burn as I forced myself into a split. I allowed the full weight of my body to rest on his face not caring for the moment whether he could breathe.

I ground my clitoris against his upper lip and nose as he lapped away.

I wasn't in the mood for a long slow licking. I needed to orgasm. Besides, I knew it was getting closer to the kids' respective curfews and it wouldn't be long before the youngest two would be checking in to let us know they were home.

It wasn't the first time I queened Clayton and judging from my buildup wouldn't be the last. He was strong enough even with me on top of his face to push my buttocks up enough to get my crotch off of his face. He quickly exhaled, then inhaled, before letting me smother him. I was so wet I had to grind harder against his face wanting friction for my clitoris.

When my orgasm hit a few seconds later I groaned loud enough for anyone in the house and possibly the entire neighborhood to hear.

As much as I was tempted to I didn't climb onto the bed, get on my back, and insist on a slow round two. I instead got off of him.

"Clayton, unlock the door. The kids will be home soon. I'm going to put my nightgown on."

I returned from the bathroom and found him under the covers and just like I asked the bedroom door wide open. I joined him, using the remote to turn on the t.v. We turned to each other and I noticed he hadn't dried his face. I extended my tongue, licked his chin and cheeks and commented how good I tasted and smelled. I then gave him a lingering kiss on the lips and afterwards told him, "Thanks. I needed that."

I then laid back down and watched t.v. patiently waiting for the kids. Like clockwork the two youngest checked in. After they left I told Clayton, "Go close the door." He got out of bed wearing I noted a pair of my ivory colored panties. His penis was hard and while small compared to Lance's cock wasn't so tiny as to be joke worthy.

He joined me under the covers. We exchanged long slow french kisses. I couldn't help but compare his kisses to Lance's. I concluded Clayton was the better kisser but I wasn't surprised as he had always been very oral, but it was Lance's kisses I longed for. He ran his hands all over my body lifting my nightgown before taking one of my saliva coated breasts into his mouth. He took his right hand and penetrated my vagina with two fingers while slowly massaging my clitoris with the pad of his thumb.

It felt damn good. I wanted penetration.

"Clayton, get one of the dildos."

He answered, "I'll go in you."

Funny how predictable he was. He wasn't the only one who had done their homework. Just like a dog he was trying to reclaim his territory. As tempting as his offer was and as good as it felt to have him desire me that way I didn't accept. I didn't want to break the promise I had just made to Lance. I also knew with Clayton the fireworks show would be over before I even got warmed up. His stamina had vanished. I didn't want him to get off leaving me unsatisfied. I knew he would offer me his tongue to make amends but what I really wanted was a long, slow, fuck building up to a great orgasm.

The biggest reason I declined had to do with understanding Clayton psychologically. As torn as he was between his desire to reclaim what the husband in him saw as his the cuckold in him wanted just the opposite.

So I told him, "No thanks. Just get the dildo."

He looked more hurt than mad as I'm sure it stung on many levels but he didn't argue and he certainly didn't disappoint. He got between my legs and using a dildo and his mouth masterfully brought me to a strong orgasm.

I thanked him afterwards telling him his tongue was quite the paintbrush. I removed the dildo from my vagina and more as a tease offered it to him to clean. He shocked me in a good way by taking it into his mouth and sucked it clean. As he did I teased him about loving to suck cock.

Two orgasms for me and poor Clayton still had none. I pulled him on top of me and opened my legs. He settled down on top of me and pressed his mouth to mine. As we kissed I was very aware of his erection, still covered by my borrowed panties, seeking out the entrance to my vagina. He was thrusting against me and I was raising my hips in response.

I then felt his hand come between our bodies and immediately knew what he was up to. I broke from our kiss, grabbed his hand and said, "No, the panties stay on. You're not going in me."

"But why?", he pleaded.

"You know why."

"Then would you suck me?"

"No. You can either continue doing what you're doing or you can stop."

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erection, "Feel how hard I am."

I squeezed it, "I know how hard you are, but the answer is no. Deep down you and I both know you really don't want to go in me. You want me to tell you no."

I took my hand off of his erection, grabbed Clayton's hand, and ground my sex against his penis. His erection wormed its way between my labia and before I knew it he was trying to shove with no success his panty covered penis into me.

As he thrust in and out of me I said a silent prayer thanking God he was wearing my panties and not the boxers he normally wore, the ones with the big fly because if he had been I would have broken the promise I just made to Lance.

It was fun and it was hot. He hadn't dry humped me like that since before we married. Now we were going at it like two high schoolers.

I was looking forward to him climaxing as he had been so good all evening when he completely blew it. He disrespected me and our marriage calling me as his climax approached Lance's whore and slut. He later told me he didn't know why he said it, but that it just came out and he thought I would find it hot. He thought wrong.

I stopped moving in rhythm with him and told him to get off of me. He looked perplexed. I was beyond mad. I was furious.

I repeated myself, "Got off of me. Now."

He soon learned hell hath no fury like a Moira disrespected by her husband.

I did something I had never done in all years together. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. I didn't care if it left a bruise. He took it but I could see in his eye he was tempted to strike me back. If he had we would have been over.

Having to whisper when I wanted to shout I told him, "So that's how you really think of me? I'm a whore and a slut. Mister, remember this started out as your fantasy. I was perfectly content being your faithful wife. You pushed me to fantasize about other men, to seek them out, to get them to ask me out. This was all your idea and now I'm the whore?"

Clayton said he was sorry, but I was in mood to forgive.

"Get out, " I said, "You can go sleep in the guest room."

To his credit he tried to make amends hugging me and apologizing again, but inside I was ice. I lay there stiff and unresponsive.

He got out of bed and put his pajamas and bathrobe on. Before he left the bedroom I decided to get the last word in.

"And Clayton, tomorrow night I have a date with Lance."

After him calling me a whore it felt good to twist the knife in Clayton the cuck's gut. It would have felt even better if I could have squeezed his balls at the same time. He left the room and I cried myself to sleep.

We rarely fought not even when he expressed to me his desire to have other men fuck me.

The morning started off better than the night ended. I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. I entered the kitchen to find Clayton cooking. As mad as I remained I didn't want my anger to ruin our Sunday. The kids were still asleep.

I came up behind him and hugged him pressing my breasts against his back. So different from Lance who was tall and lanky Clayton was short, compact, built like a gymnast with a beautiful body. He had muscles on top of muscles. My nickname for him was Bam Bam.

As I hugged him I said, "I don't like to quarrel."

He turned around and said, "Me either. I was wrong and totally out of line."

We exchanged a quick peck of the lips and he returned to cooking. He told me we were eating outside as the weather was so nice. I went out onto the patio and sat down. He had my coffee ready and the Sunday newspaper for me to read.

He served my plate then his. He sat across from me and didn't begin eating until after I had taken my first bite.

Outside I knew we could talk freely.

"Clayton, I don't want you to think much less ever call me a whore or slut. I thought I was your queen and mistress. "

"I won't and you are."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I was jealous."

"This won't work if you get jealous."

"I know. I didn't know I would get jealous. I was fine all night until you told me no. It just seemed so unfair. The first time Lance comes over and you have this two hour long make out session with him ending with you sucking him. You swallowed didn't you?"

I kept my voice calm because his tone sounded so angry and I wanted to open a dialogue not shut one down.

"Clayton, it is unfair, but that's what you wanted. Don't you remember? Who was the one who begged me to take a lover and agreed to my condition I wouldn't do one night stands. Didn't you then push me to get a boyfriend? Wasn't it also your idea for me to control your orgasms? And who put me in charge of our marriage? You did."

I had him dead to rights and he knew it.

He took responsibility for everything and then confessed to what was really bugging him, "Moira I worked so hard for that first kiss with you. Getting to second base took weeks and third base months. You didn't give me a blowjob until after we were engaged."

"Clayton, we were young. I had to be sure you were the right man. We're not young anymore and I know Lance is the right man, but are you?"

He assured me he was.

I answered, "Then prove it."

We finished breakfast. While he cleaned up I read the newspaper.

Later that afternoon Clayton asked the girls what they thought about our dinner guest. They said they liked him. He told them Mr. Smith and I had been friends for a long time and that he would be coming over to the house more often and spending time with their mom. They might he added also go out, just the two of them.

One of our daughters asked, "Like on a date?"

I was sitting with Clayton as he talked to them and decided it was time to intervene, "Not like a date. Like going out with a friend who just happens to be a male."

They both said, "Oh," and immediately changed subjects. I didn't know if they were disappointed or relieved, but I know I was relieved as I felt I had averted a train wreck in the making. I did find it cute how Clayton broached the subject and even cuter how quickly he was drowning in quicksand. I was half tempted to let him drown but figured he would take me down with him.

After dinner our daughters left the house and we were all alone. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Lance. In front of my cuck I chatted with him about the previous night and how I was looking forward to our date the next night. I did raise the subject of appearances and he agreed we dress casual and definitely abstain from any public displays of affection in front of the girls.

While we chatted I kept an eye on Clayton who seemed almost hypnotized listening to Lance and I converse. I held nothing back so when Lance decided to discuss how much he liked my tits I told him they liked the attention he gave them. Same thing for having his hands massage my ass. As for his cock I told him how surprised I was, not just at its size, but my ability to take him into my mouth. I told him the real surprise was when he came. He asked me if I had taken Clayton into my mouth or vagina and I told him no. My answer pleased him. We talked about our plans the following evening and he hoped we would have some time alone before he dropped me off. I told him I hoped so too.

Our talk was making me hornier by the second. I silently mouthed to Clayton, "Go to the bedroom and wait for me." He was gone in an instant. Lance and I talked another fifteen minutes. Before he hung up he said he wanted me to know, "Moira, I really like you."

I answered, "I like you too Lance."

He replied, "Really, really like you Moira, like the L word."

I laughed thinking how juvenile it sounded but also how sweet, "I think I might love you too Lance, but let's take it slow and see how it goes."

He agreed but said he hadn't felt so strongly about another woman in a long time.

I teased him saying, "You mean since your last girlfriend?"

He answered, "Touche, but seriously."

I cut him off pleased with what I had heard but wanting to keep the conversation light, "My feelings for you are very strong too, but I'm old fashioned. Let's go slow."

"No promises," he said before adding, "But I'll try."

I put the phone away. It wasn't just Lance's lust for me I found so arousing but his desire for me on an emotional level. I wondered if in all the years we had known each other how long had he secretly loved me? He was a handsome man and I knew he had plenty of lady friends, but wondered why he never found Mrs. Right and settled down.

I forced myself to not run, but walk to our bedroom thinking how I was going to have Clayton eat me. I decided I wanted it long and slow, flat on my back, he on his knees by the bed, my legs draped over his shoulders.

Clayton had his own ideas about how our lovemaking session would go. He was still trying to get in my good graces.

I entered the bedroom and sprawled across the bed, buck naked, on his stomach was Clayton. Next to him was a leather belt.

I really had forgiven him for his transgression the night before, but when he looked at me and said, "I deserve it for calling you a whore and a slut," I decided we would both feel better if I turned his pale white buttocks red. Hearing him refer to me even in the past tense as whore and slut reopened the hurt.

I picked up the belt but not before shedding all of my clothes and locking the bedroom door. As I peeled off my clothes I told him I was going to make him pay for the way he insulted me. I folded the belt in two and clasped each end. I brought my hands together creating mirror humps in the belt. I then jerked my hands apart causing the belt to make a noise mimicking the sound it would make on his flesh. I wanted him nervous.

I did this several times telling him I expected respect, obedience, unwavering support, and would not tolerate any more piques of jealousy. I demanded this not only for me but also Lance.

I then proceeded to strike his ass telling him not to squirm. With each stroke I asked him if he was going to obey me, respect me, support me. I asked if he would do the same for Lance. I asked him if he was going to get jealous again. Each time he answered no. After four rounds of 8 questions and 32 no's I still wasn't satisfied and told him to open his legs. His bottom was a crisscross of marks left by the belt and painfully red.

Laying there he spread his legs wide exposing the backside of his scrotum. I forced myself to calm down, took a corner of the belt and instead of hitting him perpendicular to the crack of his bottom aimed my blows parallel so they would reach my target.

He actually shrieked the first time I hit his scrotum. I asked the same series of questions and got the same answers. His scrotum was red and swollen when I finished. As much as I knew it hurt him not once did he try and close his legs. I was proud of my submissive for being so brave.

I told him to turn over. He looked scared thinking I was going to take the belt to his penis or continue my attack on his scrotum and testicles. I instead had other ideas. What I didn't want to see was what I had seen other times I had disciplined him, an erection. The spanking I had given him was not to reward but to punish. Seeing his penis so small as though it was trying to crawl back inside of him aroused me.