There was still another month of summer, but school was about to start.
Kenny headed back to school. They would resume writing.
"Two more semesters apart cuck. Not even a year. Ten months. We'll graduate, find jobs, get engaged, get married, and a few years down the road start a family."
He was ready for more of the same, never knowing if he would see her when he visited or how much they would spend together, or if she would take him out of chastity and allow him to climax.
She paddled him the Sunday he headed back to school. The sex after she disciplined him was the best she thought.
She and Richard were still going strong.
Two weeks after her cuck left she was at Richard's. She had the key to his condo. She was waiting for him to get home so they could make love. She wasn't really snooping, but looking around.
He was an avid reader so she looked at his bookshelf to see if there was anything that might interest her.
She spotted a thin hard bound book.
She pulled it out and sat on the couch. She began to leaf through it.
Her hands began to shake as she looked at the pictures. She returned again and again to a half dozen photos.
She put it away. She needed to think. She had so many questions. She fought the temptation to leave. She didn't know whether she should be upset who she should be angry with or even if she should be angry. None of it made sense.
She decided to start dinner before Richard got home. The two of them behaved as if they were a married couple which suited her just fine as she enjoyed domestic life with him.
She told herself there was a rational explanation for everything and to not jump to conclusions. She also decided to not confront him as it might make him clam up.
She called her mom and said she planned to spend the night at Richard's. They chatted a few minutes. She told her to enjoy herself. She said the mailman had delivered several letters from Kenny. She was glad he was so good about writing.
He would be home to see her in two weeks or he might be home and not see her. It all depended on Richard's plans. She wondered how he was handling chastity without her being around, if it was easier or harder.
"Smells delicious. How can I help?"
He was by no means a submissive, but he was a big believer in couples sharing the load. He often cooked dinner for them. She told him what she needed done.
She told him to open a bottle of wine and to pour them each a glass. Before asking about his day she told him she had called her mom.
"And what did you two talk about?"
She smiled, "I told her I was spending the night. Unless you don't want me to."
He told her, "I definitely want you to spend the night."
Several times a month she spent the night at his place. It was nice going to bed with her and waking up with her. Oftentimes they made love in the middle of the night. They never seemed to get enough of each other.
He asked her if she felt the same way about Kenny.
She said, "I look forward to his visits. I hate saying goodbye."
"I sensed there was a but. You can tell me. Part of you is glad when he leaves so you can see me."
"I do. That doesn't make me a bad person does it? I love him and I want to marry him, but what I feel for him is different than what I feel for you. I need him in my life, but for totally different reasons than I need you."
"To take care of you. To serve you. To look the other way at your indiscretions. To raise the children you will conceive with other men."
Her cheeks felt warm. He was describing her to a tee. He understood not just her, but her cuck.
"Get on your hands and knees."
She did. He lifted her dress, knelt behind her, unzipped his pants, fished his cock out, tore a hole in her panties, and savaged her pussy for a quarter of an hour.
After they finished, he pulled out, stood up, but left his cock hanging outside of his pants.
"Now we can go to the bedroom."
He helped her up. She told him to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. She walked over to the bookshelf and removed the book she had looked at earlier.
She tossed the book on the bed, then turned her attention to him. She knelt on the floor sucked his cock as she removed his shoes and socks. She then undid his belt, unfastened his pants and pulled his slacks and underwear down. He stepped out of them.
She stood and unbuttoned his shirt. She sucked and bit his nipples.
She pushed him onto the bed, then stripped.
She got on the bed and went for his cock which she continued to lick and suck. She could never get enough of his manhood, especially after it was slick with their juices.
He noticed the book on the bed.
"My high school yearbook. Great memories."
He opened it and began leafing through it. He had been a star athlete lettering in football and basketball. He had also been a good student who barely missed out on being valedictorian.
She paused and told him he had been quite the stud.
"When did you realize you had your gift?"
She was referring to his bedding other men's wives.
"Sophomore year. I had an affair with my social studies teacher."
"Did her husband know?"
"Know? He would sit in the living room and wait for us to finish in the master bedroom."
"What made it end?"
"I moved away. Joined the Marine Corps."
"Did you bed any other women while you were in high school? Did your cock have the same effect on her as it does me?"
