Anabelle took hold of my semi-erect penis and started to stroke lightly, up and down, pulling my foreskin over my glans and rubbing it between her fingertips, then sliding it back, tight against my balls. I watched this going on and started to get harder.
"Look at me," she said gently. I looked at her face - beautifully smooth, tanned skin; red lips; brown eyes and hair - "I've got something to tell you," she went on, continuing to stroke my cock with her finger tips, bringing me to a full erection, "I want you to be calm, I want you to understand that I love you and I want to be with you forever..." She hesitated, with a faint look of concern while I sat, enjoying the stimulation but with a dry mouth and fluttering feeling of nervousness, wondering what she was about to unload on me. "You know we've been having fun with Kyle for the last few months, how you've become my little cucky and he's been fulfilling my sexual needs?" I nodded, and she took her hand away from my penis and laid her palm flat on my thigh, letting it wave in the air.
"Yes Anabelle," I said, and her hand went back to work.
"Well..." she hesitated. I waited while her hand, despite its slow movement, began to bring me closer to a climax. She noticed my excitement and took her hand away again. "Let's not have you squirting too quickly cucky," she said, holding my gaze. "Anyway, Kyle has told me that he wants to go exclusive with me," she paused, still not touching my cock, her eyes probed mine, I didn't say anything but I knew what was coming, my insides churned and my cock had not been harder since the time she had got me to agree to her seeing Kyle in the first place.
She glanced at my twitching cock and, as she had lost eye contact, I looked at her, her hot, tight body - despite being nearly forty, toned by many visits to the gym that she had just returned from, she was wearing tight three quarter leggings and a zip up top covering the bra top that showed off her abs to all the men at the gym, she was so gorgeous, and so out of my league. I had managed to get her to have my kids, two of them, and I do not know how, but now was going to be a crunch moment, I sat there, my mouth dry, expecting her to say I was out, Kyle was in and there was nothing I could, or would, do about it.
I was almost crying but I held back. She took hold of my cock in her fingertips again and slid back my foreskin, looked back at my face and went on. "And... and I've decided that I want that... I want to be faithful to Kyle, I love him and he's my man." she saw my expression - which must've betrayed the fear that bubbled inside me, the disappointment and the love - then quickly added, "But you know that don't you, we've talked about that, I love you too, and I know you love me so we won't be making you move out or anything." She continued to push my foreskin on and off my glans, slowly and delicately. "Are you OK with that?" her hand stopped, my cock still pinched between her thumb and forefinger, but no movement.
"Yes Anabelle," I said again, my voice cracking slightly - I knew I had no choice, her happiness was everything to me, if this is what she wanted, I wouldn't stand in her way, I just wanted to be part of her life, even though her words tore through me - the use of the word
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