Bad habits are hard enough to break on your own, but when friends or acquaintances encourage more activity it's even harder. After I took Donna home from the Dark Horse, we bathed together and I comforted my wife for the entire weekend. We made love several times and each time it was just us: man and wife rekindling the fires that brought us together in the first place.
That Monday, Donna called me at work to let me know that Master Black had returned the signed agreement that empowered Donna to cuckold me. I had already forgotten about it but now I wondered why the ass hole sent it to her when I told him to return it to me. That afternoon, the memories came back to haunt me and by 2 pm my mind was reeling with so much insecurity that I had to go home, hold the letter in my own hands and burn it.
The agreement was delivered to my residence in a plain white envelope. It was the original copy with my signature below Donna's. A post it note attached in the upper left corner simply stated, if you change your mind slut, you know how to find me.
So simple and yet so powerful were these words. When I looked at Donna she was looking at me. She was dressed in a cotton-terry robe. Her left arm was folded across her body and propping the elbow of her right arm. Her right hand cupped her chin and the side of her face. It was her signature stance when it was time to wait for me to say something important.
"I want to burn this agreement," I began. "Doing so will convince me it is gone. Simply tearing it into pieces that can be taped together again is not good enough."
She waited until she thought I was done speaking and a smile slowly crept upon her lips. She moved her right hand off her chin and crooked her index finger to invite me to where she stood. When I stepped in her direction, she turned and I followed her into the kitchen. She opened a drawer, removed a lighter we use for candles, and handed it to me.
When our eyes met, I pressed down on the lighter and moved the paper over the flame. Smoke rose first and then the paper caught fire and I let go of the corner that I held onto at just the right time. In a matter of seconds, the fire burned itself and the paper out of existence.
Just like that, the smoke detector went off and Donna's silence ended. "Oh shit! I'll call the alarm company and tell them not to send the fire department," she said. "Can you turn that damn thing off?"
I started laughing and Donna laughed with me. "I love you," I said to her. "And thanks for choosing me over him."
"Absolutely, you are my husband and I love you more than anything," she said. "Now will you please turn that thing off so I can talk to the alarm company?"
"Of course," I said and climbed onto the counter and stood to reset the detector.
Donna spoke to the alarm company as I climbed off the counter and went to her. When she hung up, we embraced and I felt compelled to say something but didn't know where to start. In all the excitement, his hand written reference to Donna as slut lingered in my mind and my arousal gave me away.
"Mmm, you're excited aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to fuck me Bob?"
"Yes," I said with enthusiasm in my voice. She moved her hands up to my head and combed her fingers into my hair. Her nails lightly touched my scalp as I turned my head to face her. My hands cupped her lower back as I held her close to me. Our eyes met again and we succumbed to the attraction we felt for one another and kissed. Her lips parted and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her breath was fresh and I wondered briefly how I tasted to her.
She lightly raked her nails down and up the back of my head and neck. The sensation was incredible. I rubbed my hands up and down her back and all the while our tongue kissing grew more passionate. Her saliva was coating my cheeks but it didn't matter because the hunger I felt for this woman was overpowering everything else.
As our passion grew stronger, I moved my hands to the front of Donna's robe and attempted to untie the sash. I fumbled for just a moment and our breathing returned to normal. She put her hands over mine and pushed them away only to untie her robe more quickly. When she got it open, I was surprised and delighted to see her naked body underneath.
With my right arm draped around her back, I held her close to me and kissed her once again on the lips. With my left hand, I reached up and inside her open robe and cupped her right breast. Her nipple was erect and pressed into my palm as I lightly closed my fingers over her flesh. While holding this handful of her breast, I moved my hand in a slow circular motion, partly massaging and partly moving it.
When Donna's tongue darted into my mouth, I let go of her breast and traced my fingertips lightly over her skin. We kissed softly in parallel with the light contact I applied to her chest. I moved my fingers onward and upward until the right front of her robe was at the top of her right shoulder. In my mind, a stranger stood in the doorway and watched us. My lust was exposing the entire right side of my wife's naked body to this stranger and so I reached up the backside of her shoulder and held her robe open.
Our French kiss turned to soft kisses again and I looked into my wife's eyes once more. They were glossy and brimming with love. She was my bride again, giving herself and willing to do whatever her husband wanted.
I gave her one last light kiss for the moment and then bent downward until my mouth was aligned with her exposed breast. I moved in quickly and parted my lips to engulf her nipple. Sucking inward, I took her nipple into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it. She moaned and moved her right hand upward to cup the back of my head. Breathing through my nostrils I sucked more of her tit into my mouth. In seconds I had half her breast in my mouth and greedily sucking harder. I wanted the whole thing to stuff my throat but the sheer width of her breast was just too much. So, I contented myself to lightly kissing and suckling her nipple.
Donna moaned throughout the attention I gave her breast. Even when I attempted to swallow it whole, she seemed to want it too. At least her hand did as she pressed hard against the back of my head and pushed her chest forward at the same time.
At one point I held her taut nipple between my teeth and looked upward. As we made eye contact, I pulled away and bit down a little harder and Donna rocked her head back slightly. At the same time, she attempted to push her chest forward to ease up on the tension, but what she didn't do was complain or ask me to stop.
In my mind I was still performing for the stranger. My goal was to expose her lust and take advantage of it at the same time. For my ego, this was an opportunity to further distance me from the cuckold role and resume my place in her life as the alpha male. So far, it was working. Donna was letting me have her as I wished and I was feeling my arousal build higher and higher because of it. The idea of letting another man enjoy this woman and humiliating me in the process was the furthest thing from my mind.
I stopped biting and suckled her nipple again. This time, I moved my left hand to her belly and then pushed my fingers downward. I worked quickly to avoid tickling her as well as to satisfy my own curiosity. When I reached her pussy, I tilt my hand to slip the side of my index finger within her channel. Pushing onward, I slowly rotated my wrist to the left and pushed her right labia to the side. Soon, I managed to fold back her labia with my index and little finger while pushing my two middle fingers into her wet hole. To say she was wet is simply an understatement. There was a river of female pre-cum down there. Enough to coat three cocks for some hot 3-hole action with this woman.
