Her New Love

Her New Love

"Why don't you get me a beer," he said with a smile and a wink.
"Yes Sir," she responded cheerily from his side on the couch. He smiled with amusement at her response and the obvious exuberance she expressed at having him present in her house. She skipped quickly across the room tousling my hair as she passed me on her way to the kitchen.
"Did I say you could take your nose out of that corner boy?" he boomed loudly across the room. I quickly snapped my head back to the corner with the wall inches from my face as I felt the flush of offense and fear rise hotly through my cheeks. It angered me to follow the orders of another man, especially under such humiliating circumstances, but I had no choice if I wanted to please my wife and continue to be a part of this kinky relationship. So here I stood at attention, naked, with my nose pressed in the corner of my own living room, and hands at my sides, as my wife and her lover got comfortable on the couch.
It is hard to believe that things could have changed so much and so fast in our lives. It was only six short weeks ago that Sandi was telling me about the guy she met online who had convinced her to masturbate for him while he described how he would ravish her body with unbridled sexual passion. She was quite taken by his forthright manner and erotic imagination. When we had sex later that night she was especially wet and turned on as we made love.
Within a week, she was talking to him on the phone since he "didn't feel like typing" and "wanted to hear the voice of his sexy tigress." I thought things were moving kind of fast but was pleased to see my sexy wife so excited and happy. Another week later and they were planning their first meeting. He lived about a two-hour drive from our town so he rented a room at a local hotel and planned to meet my wife for dinner at the hotel that weekend.
In preparation for the meeting, I helped my wife get ready for her date and detected the unmistakable scent of her arousal as she prepared to leave. She kissed me excitedly as her eyes danced in anxious anticipation of her pending rendezvous. Her stiff nipples showed through the satin shirt and I tried to put the thoughts of her naked body exposed for another man out of my mind as she darted out the door with a quick wave.
She didn't return until very late that night and by the time she came home I was awash in worry and lust. As soon as she was through the door and I could see that she was safe, I insisted on the details of their evening. She smiled amused at my lustful curiosity so while I undressed her and rubbed her feet she told me of her exciting date. She told how she entered the lounge and saw him rise from a table in a quiet rear corner. He waved to her and glided across the room to escort her to his booth. His masculine aura and his rugged good looks immediately entranced her. He stood almost a head taller than me and, although ten years older than us, he still had the lean, strong body of an athlete. He spoke in a soft baritone with well-mannered, intelligent words. However, the commanding demeanor and authority in his voice reflected his prior military experience and left little doubt who was in charge while in his presence. His dark skin and piercing eyes sent a shiver through her body. After a light dinner followed by a few takes, he gazed deeply into her eyes and asked if she wanted to retire to his room. Without pause, she answered "yes!" They kissed passionately in his room and then he sat back on the bed waiting for her to undress before him. She was initially shy, but quickly slid out of her clothing in anxious expectation. Once naked, she eagerly undressed him so that she could see his body and begin to seduce his cock with her expert oral talents. She said his cock was several inches longer than my meager dimensions and the shaft was significantly thicker. In addition, he seemed to have endless stamina and was able to bring Sandi to waves of continuous orgasms. He came twice, once in her shaved pussy and once in her mouth, before they kissed passionately and parted for the night. As I envisioned everything she told me while rubbing her feet with one of her feet grinding firmly against my little penis and balls, I could no longer hold back and suddenly spurted my pent-up cum onto her foot in my lap. She grinned at my gasps of undeniable excitement from hearing about her evening of lust and experiencing my own cuckoldry. She held up her foot toward my mouth and without having to be told I licked my sticky mess from her foot. Shortly after, we fell as1eep hugging tightly in the mutual excitement of a shared experience.
The following day she returned to his room following his phone call and his request to "spend the day in bed." They spent the entire afternoon and evening exploring each other's bodies until exhaustion dictated an end to their hedonistic desires. Upon her return home that night, I was dying of curiosity and wanted to know all of the details once again. Since Sandi had directed that I couldn't masturbate during her absence, I was also incredibly frustrated and horny. She was tired but agreed to tell me the details if I lay quietly beside her on the bed and masturbated while she described the night's events. She knows that masturbating in front of her makes me feel uncomfortable and embarrassed but I really wanted to hear the story so I complied with her wishes and lay naked beside her slowly stroking my already hard penis with my fingers.

She told how she had knelt in front of him and pleasured him with her mouth and how he had slowly undressed her, stopping to kiss every inch of her body in the process. She was describing the exquisite feel of his cock, as compared to mine, and his superb fucking s*******s as he brought her to crashing, multiple orgasms. Before she got much further in the story, I spurted all over my belly. Sandi smiled and dipped her finger in the pool of semen bringing it to my lips while saying, “There’s much more to the story but I guess you’ll just have to hear it some other time.” She then rolled over and went to relax. Eventually, I fell arelax wondering what else they had done and wishing that I could have seen everything.
The following weekend was similar in that they met in a local hotel and had passionate sex day and night. Sandi came home to me the first night and told me of their lovemaking while I once again had to stroke myself to orgasm in order to hear the details. Afterward, I asked why they couldn’t just come to our house. Sandi shrugged and said she had offered but he “wanted her all to himself.”
“Well, I won’t get in the way. I just want to meet him and since it appears this may become a frequent meeting, I’d really like to spend some time with you on the weekend, honey,” I explained meekly. After a bit more of my whining, Sandi relented and agreed she “would see what she could do.”
Upon returning the following night, she said he was considering my request but wanted to meet me at the hotel the following weekend. I eagerly agreed and kissed my wife happily. She told me that she was tired and just wanted to go to bed so we turned off the lights and retired early. As we climbed in bed, I noticed Sandi’s nipples looked red and slightly bruised. As I scanned her body, I noticed many more discolorations where he had apparently handled her roughly during their raucous romp. She noticed my staring and only smiled telling me to “go to relax” without any further explanation. I slept fitfully that night but was energized by my excitement and sexual frustration.
It was a long week of teasing and sexual denial as Sandi enjoyed several sexy phone calls with him right before bedtime which was followed by me licking her very wet pussy to orgasm before she rolled over to relax. Sandi loved to deny me and said if I really wanted to meet him the following weekend then I had to promise not to masturbate. I grudgingly accepted her frustrating rule and by the time the week ended I thought I might explode from sexual tension.
On Saturday, we left for the hotel to meet him for lunch as requested. I was a bit taken aback when I first saw him. He was older than me, taller than me, bigger than me, and he possessed an inner confidence that seemed to fill the entire room. I was a bit shocked as my wife walked directly to him and they kissed affectionately with his dark arm contrasting starkly against her sexy bare back which showed through the pretty sundress she had bought earlier in the week specifically to wear for him today. We sat down at a table with me sitting across from my new acquaintance and my wife took a seat very close next to him.
“So, Tom, we finally meet,” he said pleasantly in his deep voice with a friendly smile on his face.
“Yes,” I stammered, “I’ve heard so much about you.” They both laughed and Sandi blushed slightly. I couldn’t help but blush also as I realized how they interpreted my response.
“I hope it was all good,” he chuckled while squeezing Sandi’s arm affectionately.
“Of course it was” Sandi said sexily and kissed his hand softly.
“So, Tom, you wanted to meet me,” he offered more as a statement than a question. Before I could answer he went on, “I must tell you that I truly appreciate you sharing your wife with me. She is an incredible woman.” he smiled at Sandi squeezing her hand and winking.
“Yes, she is,” I agreed.
“However, Tom, I must admit that I don’t like to share my woman.” I could feel the red draining from my face as I stared hard into his eyes. “Now don’t get me wrong Tom. When she is with you and away from me, then she is all yours and I don’t want to interfere. She obviously loves you very much and I want the two of you to be happy in love the rest of your lives. But when she is with me, then she is mine. I can’t have it any other way. I told her that from the beginning and now I want to tell you because she tells me that you want to be around when we are together. I’m not interested in a little threesome where we pass her back and forth and all live happily in sex together. I live with ambiguity, asskissing and dealmaking all during the week and I absolutely refuse to spend “my own time” living under those bullcuckolds brownie circumstances. On the weekend, I live by my rules and one of those rules is that my woman respects me and pleases me - and only me.” He paused to allow his words to sink in momentarily before continuing. “I can understand if this is a problem for you Tom but I can’t have it any other way - and since Sandi says she still wants to see me, and now you say that you want to be around us also, well, then I need to make sure everybody understands and accepts the way things will have to be.” He paused again. “Do you understand Tom?” he asked.
My back teeth were clenched tightly together and I was breathing shallow and fast through my nose as the words seared into my brain. I continued to hold his penetrating gaze until finally my eyes dropped to the table and I answered, “Yes, I do.” When I looked up briefly to my wife, she reached her hand across the table and squeezed my arm with both of her hands in excited happiness and appreciation.
He interrupted our momentary display of affection by asking, “Do you really understand Tom? Will you really be able to watch as your wife serves, cares for, reveres, and pleasures another man in your house -while your own status will at best be a pesky houseguest and more likely as a lowly servant to do our bidding? Will you be willing to give up your marital bed and your demands on your wife whenever I’m around? Because once we agree to do things this way then I expect you to be man enough to hold up your end of the bargain or things just aren’t going to work.”
I again nodded my head with more confidence this time as I realized that one of my greatest fantasies as well as Sandi’s obvious excitement in the situation was about to come true. “Yes, I really want this to work and I welcome you to our house,” I exclaimed amicably.
A slow grin spread across his face as he extended his hand across the table to me. “Then let’s give it a try starting next weekend.” He shook my hand with a powerful grip and rose from the table. “Don’t expect her home tonight. We will stay here at the hotel and I’ll take her home tomorrow night.” He was standing and making it clear that the meeting was over and that I was expected to leave – alone. I was taken back momentarily as I had thought we would be spending this weekend together but I recovered quickly and after kissing my wife on the cheek said my good-byes and left.

I had a throbbing erection for the entire ride home and for the next two days until my wife came home. She looked tired but happy as she came through the door. We retired to bed early so that she could fill me in on the details before going to relax.
“Have you been masturbating?” she asked as she lay on her side facing me. She was wearing a short black nightie that I had given her the previous Christmas. I could faintly see her nipples through the sheer material and noticed that she didn’t wear any panties but I couldn’t clearly see her nude pussy.
“I’ve been stroking but somehow I’ve been able to hold off because I wanted to wait for you to get home,” I answered truthfully.
“Good boy,” she smiled. Then she rolled over on top of my naked body and kissed me deeply. I could feel the heat of her pussy just above my straining erection as the lips of her pussy were inches from the dribbling pre-cum that oozed from the head of my penis. She lightly bit my earlobe and blew gently in my ear before her lips started to drift down to my neck where she sucked lightly leaving a small red mark. Her pussy inched closer toward my urgent erection and as I raised my hips to make the connection I so desperately desired, she slid her hips away just as I felt the whisper of her pussy brush against the tip of my penis. She continued to kiss my neck and shoulders as she slowly lowered her lips to my chest where she began to bite my nipple, lightly at first and then harder, before repeating the same treatment on the other nipple. While she was doing this, she also had taken my balls in one of her hands where she was squeezing and caressing them like dough in a baker’s hand. She suddenly slid her hand up and starting stroking my shaft very quickly at the same time that she gnawed more urgently on my tender nipple. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and my erect penis began to erupt all over my stomach and her hand.
As I lay there catching my breath, she said. “I’m really tired so I’ll tell you the details tomorrow night, okay?” I was in no shape to complain at the time so I breathlessly agreed and she was arelax in minutes as I softly massaged her back and shoulders.
Throughout the week she related different details of their previous weekend. She also said that he had requested that she not have sex with me during this week so that we would both “be in the right frame of mind” when he arrived. I was in a constant state of arousal as she told the stories of their wild sexual romp and how she eagerly fulfilled his insatiable appetite,. I tried to talk her into having a quickie (“he’ll never know”) and pleaded for gratification but all to no avail. She said, “He really wouldn’t like that,” and she would dismiss me – initially with a laugh and then later in the week with annoyance (I suspect as her own frustration increased).
On Saturday morning, Sandi was giddy with excitement as she waited for his arrival. When he finally rang the doorbell, she flung the door open and pulled him quickly inside to kiss him hello with a passionate embrace. He laughed amused as they broke from the kiss and said, “I’m happy to see you too!”
He entered the room where I was standing and I offered my hand to welcome him to our home. He accepted the gesture and asked, “So how have you two been this week?”
“Just fine,” I offered.
Sandi added, “Tom’s been a real pain in the ass wanting sex all week. He kept trying to talk me into a quickie.”
His pleasant expression faded a bit as he continued to hold my welcoming hand and said, “Is that true Tom?”
I stammered a lighthearted, “Well, yeah but when you live with a sexy lady like Sandi then….”
Before I could finish the statement he had tightened his handhold into a crushing grip that caused me to wince. “I told you that I won’t usually interfere in your lives but this week was a kind of warmup for the weekend and I asked for one simple little commitment. Was that too much to ask Tom?” he asked in an even voice as his piercing gaze shot into my eyes.
“Well, no… but I, uh…” In a swift movement he had pulled me closer to him and before I could react he had grabbed my balls though my jeans with his free hand in another vicious grip. I gasped in pain and shock.
“I thought we had an understanding Tom. Have you changed your mind?”
“No,” I gasped out in strained tones. “I was just horny. I’m sorry.” I tried to figure out how I could get loose but his grip was overpowering and hitting him didn’t seem to be a particularly good option.
“So we’re going to do things my way Tom?” he asked in the same even tone. I just nodded yes as the air seemed to be gone from my body due to the crushing pressure on my balls. He released my balls and hand after acknowledging my acquiescence. “Then go stand in the corner. If you’re going to act like a little boy then you’ll be treated like one.” I turned to head to the corner he indicated, when he shouted, “You won’t be needing your clothes boy. Strip! And I don’t want to see any slouching. Stand up straight.” I blushed in offense but I complied with his order and shed my clothes, folding them neatly and then standing dejectedly in the corner. So, this brought me to my current situation as I stand here humiliated reflecting on how things have changed so much for my wife and me.

Sandi returned quickly from the kitchen with his beer and giggled mischievously at me with absolutely no sense of remorse at having caused my predicament. They relaxed on the couch and I could hear the sound of their kissing as I kept my gaze in the corner as directed. It wasn’t long until I heard the distinct sound of a zipper. This was followed by his contented sigh so I could only assume that my wife had found the object of her affection and was intent on pleasuring him. I was dying to sneak a peek and see the size of his cock and to watch my wife take it in our mouth, but I could still feel the throb of pain in my balls and dared not raise his ire again. After about twenty minutes of hearing the obvious sounds of Sandi’s oral worship and his moans of pleasure, I was sweating and shifting from foot to foot as my legs grew tired. Suddenly I heard him command my wife, “Take off your clothes woman. I want you.” I was throbbing erect at this point and the desire to turn and peek was overwhelming. He growled out, “And you boy – quit moving around! Stand up straight with your hands at your sides. If you move again you’ll regret it.” I immediately quit shifting and stood at attention with sweat streaming down my body. A minute later, my wife began to moan with pleasure. Then she suddenly gasped out, “Oh yes! Ohmigod you feel so good! Oh god yes!” He had clearly penetrated her and she was definitely enjoying him in a way she had never reacted with me before. I started to feel weak in the knees as they grew very loud in their lovemaking only feet from where I stood but could not see. They were so close that I could feel the vibrations in the floor that they were making. They seemed to be thrashing about behind me with my wife frequently screaming out in orgasmic pleasure while he varied from pleasurable mews to naturalistic grunts. They kept this frantic pace for almost twenty minutes until he finally shouted, “Yes baby! Take me! Squeeze me with that tight pussy! Oh yeah! Ahhhhhh!” If someone was walking by on the street they could probably hear his primal groan and might have mistaken it for a man in pain. My cock was oozing precum and would blow at the slightest touch. I was breathing heavy in excitement and listened intently as they gasped for breath and then laughed together in post-orgasmic pleasure. As I stood there silently, I wondered if the spirited performance they had just enjoyed had been heightened by my presence. After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, he said, “That was wonderful baby. You’ve been practicing that exercise with your pussy haven’t you? I could feel you squeeze me.” Sandi giggled her affirmative response. “And knowing you I’ll bet it makes you horny when you practice,” he laughed. She again agreed shyly. “It must have been hard for you to keep your hands off of yourself this week you little slut.” He laughed again heartily.
“Yes,” she answered demurely.
I noticed a sudden change in his tone of voice. “You did obey me and not touch yourself this week didn’t you?” he queried warily.
“Yes,” she answered as more of a question than a statement.
“Why you little wench. You disobeyed me didn’t you?” he demanded. Sandi didn’t answer with words. I guessed that she must have used her pleading eyes to gain sympathy. Apparently, it didn’t work because I could hear him rise and it sounded like he was getting dressed. For a minute, I thought he was leaving! Then, I heard him say “Come here woman,” in a direct, no-nonsense manner. Seconds later, I heard the first of many hard slaps that I assumed were his hand hitting her upturned ass as she shouted out with each impact. As she yelped through the spanking, I initially wanted to turn and help her but then I thought, ”That wench! First she gets me in trouble and then it turns out that she had snuck off and pleasured herself anyway!” After this thought, I decided that everything seemed pretty darn fair at this point and justice was being served. After a few minutes of loud slaps and Sandi’s increasing howling, the spanking stopped. “Okay boy, come here and let’s get this over with so that you two sluts understand that I’m serious and you learn to obey in the future.” I turned to see my wife kneeling next to him with a bright red glow on each of her asscheeks and tears streaming down her face. He was now fully-clothed and sitting on the edge of the couch. I reluctantly moved toward him as it was clear that he expected me to lie across his lap. “Well, look at this boy,” he exclaimed. “His little pecker is dribbling like a leaky kitchen faucet. He must be excited about getting his ass whipped.” I wanted to assure him that this wasn’t the case but it was quite evident that an answer wasn’t required or even desired. I lay across his lap and he pulled his right leg out from under me and placed it firmly over my legs pinning them tightly while exposing my asscheeks over his left thigh. He placed his left hand in the small of my back to hold my torso firmly in place. Sandi was kneeling on the floor and bent over the couch only inches from my head. I could smell the aroma of their combined juices coming from her dripping sex. He wasted no time in applying his strong right hand to my upturned, exposed cheeks. He hit with great power and spread the spanks all over my cheeks and upper thighs. With his tight grip holding me in place over his knee, I was pinned and could not wiggle free to escape the unmerciful pounding of his rapid fire hand. I howled shamelessly begging him to stop and promising to be good but he continued until he was satisfied with the spanking. He released his powerful grip and pushed me to the floor off his knee. “Now both of you listen to me,” he shouted menacingly. He waited until we were both on our knees in front of him. He grabbed Sandi by the hair and gently but firmly brought her face close to his. Then he reached for me with his free hand and wrapped his hand around my lower jaw holding my head so that I was clearly facing him. “You both will behave and do as you are told or things are going to be quite unpleasant around here. Understand?” We both nodded in agreement with a humred, fearful look in our eyes. He gazed from one face to another with piercing eyes that bore down powerfully on our contrite expressions. Then, as suddenly as it started, everything was over as he released his grip on us and sat back comfortably on the couch looking relaxed and content. He smiled at Sandi patting the couch next to him and she eagerly jumped up and curled up at his side. He looked at me amused for a minute before finally snickering to Sandi, “You weren’t kidding. He really is small.” I blushed and looked to the floor in offense. My erect cock was exposed to their laughter but maintaining its hardness. Subconsciously, I moved my hands to cover myself and shied away from them as I tried to decide where I should go. This problem was solved quickly when he suggested, “Put your clothes back on and go start lunch. We’ll be upstairs.” They both rose from the couch and arm in arm headed for the stairs toward our bedroom. On their way up the steps he added, “And take your time Tom. We’ll be a while.” I dressed dejectedly before proceeding to the kitchen.
Throughout the rest of the day and night I heard the almost constant sounds of their lovemaking. Occasionally, I would hear the unmistakable sounds of Sandi’s pained cries followed almost immediately by passionate groans. I was tormented by the erotic sounds that I could only put pictures in my head. It wasn’t until the next morning that I finally got to see the two of them making love together as I brought their breakfast. They simply smiled at me as they maintained their rhythm and with a barely perceptible nod of the head indicated that I should leave the tray and shut the door on my way out. This ended up being the norm for the rest of the weekend.

As he left on Sunday night, he kissed Sandi passionately and waved to me as he turned to leave. “She may be a bit sore Tom so be gentle.” Within minutes of his departure, I was begging Sandi to allow me to have sex with her. She clearly was all sexed out but grinning she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. Once we were undressed, she lay down on the bed and spread her legs pointing to her red, swollen pussy. I looked at her with questioning eyes and she only answered, “You know what to do.” Eagerly, I began a slow, tender tongue massage of her ravaged pussy. After almost thirty minutes of this treatment she finally smiled to me and pulled me up and allowed me to enter her. I was shocked as I realized her pussy was not as tight as usual. However, I came within a minute in great gasping breaths. She held me tightly as I recovered and then with a deep kiss she hugged me tightly before rolling over to a deep relax.

So is our life with her new love.

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