Everyone has Fantasies

As an addendum to my little rememberance above, after the other guy came inside C. I knew she wanted me to lick her clean as she'd asked in the days leading up to that first sharing. I knew it but I wanted to hear her say it so I asked what would you like next.

"Taste me?" she replied as I've said. I just wanted to hear her say it. Did I want a request? An order? Anyway, the cucky side of me wanted to hear her say it, to ask me to eat her messy pussy as it leaked another man's cum in her first "cheating" with her playmate lying by her side hearing it all.

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Thanks for your comments. Here's some more..



Jen pulled me back to her face after fifteen minutes and a couple more nice orgasms. The way she kissed me when I reached her face felt different, but not in the way you might imagine. There was no sense of her thinking of me as less of a man even though I was sure she could taste our combined juices I’d licked from her folds, rather I felt appreciation and love in a somehow different, but powerful way. “Thank you James, you can’t imagine what that meant to me. Was it a bad as you thought?”

When she asked the question reality sunk in, I’d eaten my own cum and a lot of it. “Tonight I knew I wasn’t going to let you down. When I saw you covered in cum, it was pretty tough to just open my mouth and start licking it up. I wanted to do it for you, fulfill your fantasy, and once I got started the way you reacted got me pretty hot too.”

“Hot enough you want to do that for me more often?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be one of those guys that really wants to eat his own cum, but I don’t want my hot wife disappointed either. It’s more of a mind of matter thing, it really didn’t taste that bad. Now that I realize how important it was to you for me to do it, I don’t see how I could deny you. Could you settle for having a husband that is willing to clean you up because he loves you?”

“That’s perfect, sometimes you communicate my feelings better than I do. It really is more about knowing you love me enough to be willing to do things for me and let me do things for myself that I want. Your depth of love is what has been turning me on so much about what we’ve been doing lately. All of it has been so hot for me, the way you lick my pussy and ass whenever I want, you being willing to jerk off for me instead of demanding to fuck me even after making me cum so many times, and what you did tonight, that was the best yet. I guess I shouldn’t give up on any of my fantasies so easily.”

“‘Any’ of your fantasies, do you have a whole bag of then tucked away?”

“Not at all. There’s only one more, the one I told you about weeks ago, but I’m open minded about coming up with more.”

“I didn’t forget about that one, I just thought you’d lost interest when you quite mentioning your need for a big cock every time we made love.”

“I’m more interested than ever, I think about it all the time, but it’s like before tonight you didn’t seem like you wanted to clean me up, so I was about to give up. When I was talking to you about being a slut for some stud, it was driving me crazy when I was thinking you might love me enough to really let me do it, but then I got feeling like it was all talk and that took the fun out of it for me. Loving your wife enough to eat some cum is one thing, one very hot thing, but loving her enough to let her fuck other guys is something else. That’s a really special kind of love.”

“I don’t think it’s about loving you enough, Jen. I couldn’t possibly love you more and anyway it’s not like I said I’d never let you.”

“You never said you would let me either. I think that’s all I really need to know, that if everything was perfect, you be willing. My fantasy is more complex than you think anyway, so many things would have to work out for it to happen we’d never be in the perfect situation unless you made it happen anyway, but knowing you loved me enough that you’d be willing if it ever did work out would mean so much to me.”

“Jen, you are sexy as hell, you’d hardly need me to find some stud who just wanted to fuck you?”

“I see your point, but it’s not just about me getting fucked. For one thing I wouldn’t ever risk being with a guy around here. I’d never risk anyone we know to find out. They’d never understand, my girlfriends would start thinking they couldn’t trust me around their husbands and face it your friends would start thinking you couldn’t take care of me and they’d have a shot. None of it would be true, but that’s what they would think, it would be a disaster. No one would understand that you let me fuck other guys because our marriage was perfect and I loved you more than ever. It would have to be guys we’d know we’d never see again, that didn’t even no my real name or how to contact me, so there would be no chance they could ever be a problem.”

“Because they’d defiantly want more of my sexy wife after they had her once.”

“I’d want them to want more, that’s part of my fantasy, to be the best slut they ever fucked, but I’d want to make sure all they could do is jerk off thinking about that hot married slut that gave the best fuck of their life. My fantasy is to be a slut for a night, but I’m sure I’m going to like it, just like I liked you cleaning me up. That’s another reamister I only want a nameless stud, hopefully a really hung stud with mad s*******s, but one we’d both know there is know way we’d ever see him again. My real fantasy is about you loving me enough to let be a slut occasionally for a night, but I’d never want it to turn into something else. I think being a slut for some lucky guy for a night occasionally with my loving husband’s okay is sexy as hell, but I’d never want boyfriends of even fuck buddies. For me it’s just about them using me with their big cocks anyway they want to for a night, then I’d go home to the man that I love. Anything beyond that would make me feel like a cheating whore. I’d never be that kind of wife, it disgust me to even think about it. Maybe I’m just trying to justify wanting to be a slut, but to me the two scenarios are very different.”

“I can see myself maybe letting you give some guy the fuck of his life if we were ever away somewhere, but at home I want you all to myself.”

“That’s hot for me to hear you say again, but it’s a lot like what you said the first time we talked about my fantasy, ‘I’m not saying that’s what I want you to do, but I’m not saying I never will’, then you went on to say, ‘It makes it even hotter to know you really want to be some stud’s whore for a night’, you like knowing I’d really do it James it makes everything we do hotter for you, but all you give me in return is a maybe. It doesn‘t seem fair and I get discouraged.”

Zinc03

I apologize to you and some of the other writers on this site. I am getting older and it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to write, keep up with my mainstream reading, play golf, walk my dog and keep up with all of the writing at this site.

My wife insisted that I read this story. She was right. You are a talented and creative writer. This story has the potential to be a classic. I picked out this paragraph, but there are several that are as good or better.



Damn, if you don't think that's hot, you're not into the cuckold fantasy, Thanks for your efforts and please keep writing.

GH

I like it too

Lisa

Zinc,
Quite wonderful story this. I think GH is right when he says this could become a site classic if you continue it. Jan and James have a real story to tell as they evolve and I hope you write it for us. Thanks.

Please keep writing. I don't mean to throw cold water on such a sweet relationship but it would be sexy if Jen got her fantasy as they vacationed and she loved it. Then, as time passed her views transitioned to meeting guys through the internet at motels for one-nighters. Hubby gets worried about the slippery slope he's on and he's correct. She wants it more and soon she meets guys a second time and eventually hubby wants more too. Over time, she begins seducing co-workers and friends and strangers as she revels in the freedom as a hot wife.

However this story progresses I'll be an avid reader. I'll be offline for a month so don't think I've lost interest, I just won't be able to post.

goodhusband
IMHO you are one the best writers I've ever read in this genre. I can't possibly thank you properly for your high praise, I'm humred by it.
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Thank you for your kind words and feedback.
peakmb
The plot seemed simple and I anticipated it being a rather short story, but I find the psycological aspects and feelings a couple might experience as they evolve interesting. We'll discover where it leads together.
arkansan
Thanks for letting me know you'll be out of touch. I always enjoy your posts. You should have plenty to catch up on when you get back online.


I knew what I needed to say and I knew why I hadn’t said it. “Some things are hard for a guy to admit, even to his wife, or perhaps especially to his wife. You’ve been so completely honest with me I know I owe you the same. I can’t tell you how much the things we’ve been doing lately have turned me on, I want to, I just don’t know how to express all my feelings. When we did that thing in the shower that morning after we’d talked, it just kind of opened the flood gates of fantasies I didn’t even fully realize I had. Needless to say I’d never jerked off in front of anyone so that was pretty big for me in and of itself, but the way you teased me while you ‘made’ me do it was so damn intense I can’t even put it into words.”

“So you did like me calling you Jamie and telling you to cum like a little boy?”

“In general you know I hate the name, it sounds so juvenile, but at that moment it was perfect. You haven’t called me that in years, then at that moment while I’m stroking myself in front of you for the first time you call me Jamie and tell me to cum like a little boy. Holy cuckolds brownie Jen, that was hotter than any video, at least it was for me. After that I was ready to follow wherever you were leading me. Eating your pussy day and night was easy, I love to do that anyway. I guess finding out you liked having your ass licked too was just a bonus. Not cuming afterwards was tough sometimes, but you always made sure I came often enough and I got into the idea of you being in control of when and how I did. I got to where I didn’t even mind when you just made me jerk off instead of getting to have sex, but that was really for all the wrong reamisters. I could tell how much you wanted me to clean you up and I felt like I was letting you down every time I didn’t and you seem to like ‘making’ me jerking off.”

“I do like to ‘making’ you do that too, but I don’t think you’ll be giving me any grief when I want you to clean me up either.”

“Never Jen, I just wish I’d realized that sooner. I’ve read all sorts of stories, but lately the ones that turn me one the most are all about cuckold husbands and hot wives. Like I said, it’s hard for a guy to admit certain things, it’s just not manly. Telling your wife you like being her pussy boy who is required to lick her holes to orgasm on command, or that it turns you on when she denies you and teases you about cuming like a little boy while she makes you jerk off, or when she tells you she needs a big cock and she’s already told you she’d fuck other guys if you gave her the chance. Even listening to myself now I sound like some kind of a wimp.”

“I’ve got to stop you there James. You certainly do not sound like a wimp and the things you are saying while maybe not macho, they are not unmanly. You are very sexually open-minded and as kinky as your wife I might add, but that hardly makes you a wimp. Just like I told you weeks ago, you are more of a cuckold, or at least your deepest fantasies lie in that arena. If anything it makes us an even more better match for each other, since living out my fantasy would make you one. I’ve always thought we were perfect anyway, but you’re acceptance of your feelings only makes us better. I want you to feel good about doing those things for me and about things I might want you to let me do for myself. As far as I’m concerned it only proves what a strong man you really are to be able to openly live out your fantasies with me and to show me the love you have by letting me live out mine. But that said, I love you James and if it makes you feel bad about yourself, no matter how much I like it I think we should stop.”

“No Jen, the truth is I don’t want to stop, but I need to know I’ll still be your man, regardless of the kinky stuff we do, I have to always know that in my heart.”

“I completely agree with you, I don’t want to stop what we‘ve been doing, but it will never work unless you know beyond any shadow of a doubt that you are and have always been my soul mate. James and there is not a man on this planet that could ever take your place. I think sharing our kinks has made us closer than ever. Your male ego is just playing tricks with you. James, you know me, you know I’ll always be yours.”

“Not if I give you the okay you’ve been wanting.”

“That’s the point you’re missing, I wouldn’t be any less your woman, or your wife. You know I’d fuck other guys if you let me, but I’d be your wife before, during, and after. Your wife would be a slut, your wife would let them fuck her senseless, I’d do anything they wanted, but never for a moment would I be any less your wife. Your slut wife, but none less completely yours.”

I wasn’t pausing to digest what Jen had said, or to think through what I was going to say next. It was like taking a deep breath before I said, “I do” three short years ago, while the thought last raced through my mind that things will never be the same. “It’s not like we’re ever going to be away from home and have everything perfect without me getting involved. In the mean time maybe you can help me figure out if I actually want it to happen, or if I’m just willing to let it happen.” I paused one last time before I plunged into the abyss, “Either way Jen, I’ll let you fuck other guys, I promise.”

“Oh god James, you’re going to make a perfect cuckold.”

At that instant, I felt the trap slam shut.

Outstanding Again! Keep it up! Thank You Thank You

Awesome, thanks for your time writing, please keep going

Mel xx

Outstanding, you make it so believable, well done

Excellent, I look forward to reading the next developments.

Thanks

GH

Right now GH and I are in separate cities. I just called him. He was reading this at the time so I read it too.


I loved that paragraph. In my mind that is the essence of cuckolding.

Thank you zinc03 this is a very good story.

Lisa

OMG this is a stunning story and each chapter keeps me riveted. Thanks

Great story, very hot. Thanks for writing. I'm looking forward to more...

Love it. More please.

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arkansan

Thank you all. Your comments make the time spent worth it.

I was right, things weren’t the same after that discussion, but I wasn’t convinced if they were better or worse. Our cuckolding fantasies became much more a way of life for us. Jen’s ability to balance an increasing dominate role in our marriage both in and out of the bedroom with constant reassurance that I was her soul mate was uncanny. The changes were subtle, but powerful, a combination of little things that made a huge difference. Jen called me Jamie almost exclusively, I’d gotten used to it. Instead of presenting her sex to me and suggesting she wanted to cum, she just told me to eat her, or tongue her ass, referring to me as her pussy boy pre-sex and her little cum eater post sex. Her reference to me in a diminutive way wasn’t limited to when I was lapping up my own cum, my at least average sized cock was now commonly called my little penis and she openly confirmed that she had previously enjoyed sex with men who were blessed with considerably more cock than I could ever offer her. The way she verbalized her thoughts about being with other men had changed. Any references to this being a fantasy stopped. Jen was going to fuck other men, men who would fuck better, longer, and deeper.

We still had real sex regularly after I’d satisfied her with my mouth and I was past the point of even needing to be told what was expected of me after I came. Jen basically split my orgasms between real sex and having me jerk myself off, though jerking off no longer guaranteed I’d avoid cleaning up my mess and Jen had made it quite clear that she now equated me cuming it without her watching to cheating. In some ways I felt as though I was losing myself, in others I felt I was living my dream. I was as confused as I was horny.

I was lost in my thoughts on the way home, Jen had really pushed my limits all week. I hadn’t cum since last weekend and though it was finally Friday, even that no longer guaranteed I’d get relief. I hadn’t shown Jen my disappointment, but I was reaching the breaking point. Today at work I started becoming aroused from the friction of shaking the last droplets of urine into the urinal, had it not been for my coworker standing inches from my right shoulder I would have been tempted to do more than just shake my stiffening shaft a few extra times. I decided as I pulled into the garage that I had to tell Jen how needy I was, if necessary I was ready to beg.

I was pleasantly surprised to find Jen naked in our bed pleasuring herself. “You’re late, I was beginning to think I was going to have to do it all by myself.” I took my usual place and soon had Jen releasing her sweet honey into my mouth. I often humped the sheet as I licked Jen, she didn’t appreciate me stroking myself and preferred I just concentrate on pleasing her, but she never seemed to mind me getting what pleasure I could without touching myself. I was so horny tonight I actually had to slow down my pace on the sheet to avoid having an accident. “Jamie, you are a horny little boy tonight.”

“I am Jen, I haven’t cum all week.” I could hear the pleading in my statement and I’m sure she could too, I hoped that would be enough.

“You’ve been such a good little boy all week, I am very proud of you. I have been considering a surprise for you, but I wanted to make sure you were ready.”

“Jen, I don’t think I can get much more ready than I am tonight.”

Zinc03, just caught up with your posts, they are so hot, love the way he is now completely under her control and will do what she wants. Thanks for your efforts, please keep posting.

another great installment. I can't wait to see what his surpise is.

Another excellent segment. I am eager to find out what the surprise is

Thanks

GH

Waiting with anticipation and bated breath . . .

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Kinky69

Thanks for the comments. I'll admit I considered more than one option for Jamie's surprise, hopefully you will approve of the choice I made.

“I love it when you’re like this, you’re just so cute. Look at you’re penis, he may not be very big, but he’s a hard little guy. You certainly wouldn’t be able to give me any satisfaction with him would you?”

If I wasn’t so horny I’d have been even more defensive, “You never complained about being too small to get you off before.”

“Fortunately, it’s never taken much to make me cum and you do hit the important spots that aren’t too deep. Thank goodness you aren’t as tiny as some of those guys on the cuckold sites, from what I’ve read you’re below average in length and girth, but not enough to make you useless, but I really wasn’t talking about your lack of manhood. It was just an observation, look at yourself, you’re dripping and you almost came humping the bed. I was just pointing out that you wouldn’t last two minutes in my pussy. A sexy woman could hardly call that a good fuck. The truth is you probably wouldn’t last much longer in your hand, you’re really good at jerking your little penis off and more importantly you’re by far the best I’ve ever had with your mouth.”

Jen’s words were her usual sex talk filled with carrots and sticks. I knew I was a good with my mouth, but it was the first time she’d confirmed I was the best. I did a quick replay in my mind of the other things Jen said and implied, I’m I do make her cum when we have real sex, I’m bigger than some guys, my penis isn’t useless, and I’m good at jerking off. At this point jerking off and proving she was right sounded good enough to me, despite the fact that my wife had just unabashedly described my little penis as below average and made it clear that while she found me cute in this state I’d be a lousy fuck. Perhaps it was my cuckold kinks or my week long denial, either way I everything she said, favorable or not just seemed to make me want to cum more. “At least I’ve got a mouth you love to fuck and a little penis that can get the job done when he’s not so ready to pop, but I don’t see what any of that has to do with my surprise.”

“Silly boy, none of this is about your surprise. Seeing you look so cute just got me off track. I ran into Tara at the gym Monday and some of the wives are having another girls night out tomorrow at that new nightclub downtown. I’ve been thinking about it all week and it might be an opportunity for you and I to try some new things and have some fun.”

Jen quit going on the girls nights out a couple years ago, in her words the wives were all very competitive and it was too catty for her. She didn’t explain much, but I got the impression that their competition was centered around attracting other men, at the time I was glad she felt better about opting out. “I thought you didn’t like whatever games it was that they played.”

“I did and I didn’t. It was all harmless, dancing, flirting, and teasing, but at the time, married women competing to see who could end up with a guy wanting to fuck them before we all went home to our husbands seemed pointless to me. None of us ever really did anything, one minute we be gossiping at the table about wives that would cheat on their husbands being filthy sluts and then the next we be playing the game to see who could be the most successful slut if we were that type of wife. I honestly don’t think any of the other girls even got worked up thinking about actually fucking any of them, for them I think it was just some power trip to prove they could.”

“So how did my wife do in the game?”

“I more than held my own, but as you know now it was a mirror image of my fantasy and while to them it was just a innocent game my thoughts weren’t so innocent. On more than one occasion I was thinking about the guy that was rubbing his hard cock against me on the dance floor fucking me like a slut in the parking lot when I got home and had my way with you. I stopped going out with them because I started feeling guilty about what I was imagining when I got home, I had no idea at the time that it would have excited you as much as it did me.” Jen paused, taking in my reaction. My cock was still hard, I’m sure she saw that as a positive, though it wasn’t in direct response to what she had said, or at least I don’t think that was the case. I was suddenly terrified that Jen might be asking my okay to follow through, her friends be damned, I felt my penis start to deflate. “Jamie, I told you I wouldn’t fuck a guy in our hometown,” then she added almost laughing, “especially with all the other wives there.”

“I was beginning to wonder.”

Glancing at my semi-flaccid penis she pointed out the obvious, “I could tell. I think by now we both know I’m going to fuck other guys, but it’s only going to be the way we agreed, when everything is just right. I thought this might be an opportunity for you to have a little taste of being my cuckold. Knowing I’m not really going to get fucked tomorrow might diminish the experience for you, but think about how you’ll feel while you wait for me to come home. Other men will be touching me and I’ll feel their hard cocks grinding against me when we dance. I’m sure at least one brave one will be doing everything he can to get his hard cock into my wet married pussy and most importantly I’ll be wanting him as badly as he’s wanting me. It won’t make you a cuckold, but it might let you experience more of how it would feel to be one.”

“So my big surprise for going a week without cuming is that you are going to go out and grind on some guy until you’re both ready to fuck each other?”

“Your big surprise is that I’m going to make you feel like a cuckold. What you said I’ll be doing is true, but there is so much more to it than that, the little nuances like not only will I be ready to let him fuck me, but I’ll be ready to let him after not letting you. Not to mention I planned on us going shopping tomorrow, you helping me get ready for my big night, and I didn’t even talk about all the fun we’ll have when I get home and confess what a naughty wife I wanted to be. Let’s not start trying to kid each other, I can tell you like your surprise.”

I was back to full strength, Jen noticed. “Jamie some things have become clear, you want to be my pussy boy, you want to lick anything I put in your face, you want me to control when, how, and if you get to cum, and I pretty sure if I told you that you couldn’t clean up your mess anymore you’d admit you want that too. So while being willing to let me fuck other guys is enough for me, discovering that you want to my cuckold as much as I want to make you one would be even better.”

I knew Jen was right, maybe excluding the part about me wanting to clean up my mess. I know it’s expected and I like how much she enjoys it when I do my duty, but I’m not to the point that I shoot my load one second and I’m dying to suck it out of her or lick it from my hand the next, as a was rationalizing with myself that I didn’t really want to eat cum her exact words dawned on me and I realized for the first time how I’d really feel if she wouldn’t let me clean her up. “When you mention a surprise this wasn’t I was expecting, but the little guy seems to like it.”

“Can you imagine how much he’s going to cum tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Jamie you should know by now, cuckolds never get to cum for a few days before their wives fuck around, it keeps them in the right mood. Even though this is a trial run, your attitude is still important. On the other hand, all this talk about big cocks and me screwing around has me all worked up again, do what you do best Jamie, but be a good little boy, don’t get yourself too carried away dry humping the bed and spoil everything.”

Wow!!!! This story keeps getting better and better, well done and what a great teasing cuckoldress Jen is turning out to be

I like it! Keep it up!

I second Daves post...gettign better and better...many thansk for taking the time, great stuff MORE!

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It was the first day in weeks that I hadn’t awoke with Jen lowering her sex to my face, her morning ritual had become the norm and I almost felt like off balance. Jen had apparently not only slipped out of bed without me knowing, she’d showered and dressed. She was wearing some jean shorts and a white tank top, and her white tennis shoes. Jen had a way of making a innocent outfit look anything but, she’d rolled her shorts up one more cuff than usual and opted to go without a bra. Standing still, the tank wasn’t so tight or thin that her nipples were constantly visible and her butt cheeks weren’t hanging out of her shorts, but at her first movement just enough could be seen to drive any guy crazy. Gravity nor age had done anything to drop Jen’s c-cup breasts, she is one of the rare ones that naturally looks like she’s sporting a surgeon’s masterpieces. Jen had her 30th birthday in February, but her hard work at the gym had easily shaved years off her appearance and in this outfit made her look even younger.

“It’s about time you got up relaxy head, get a shower, we’ve got a lot to do.”

“I missed my wake up call.”

“Awe that’s sweet, I bet you did. I thought since you went a week without getting off, if I managed to go all day and I’d want it as badly as you do,” and added, “I do want to be extra ready for my man tonight,” as she bounced out of the room.

As fast as my pride filled smile crossed my face it hit me that being ready for her man had nothing to do with me. Morning wood was a drastic understatement of my condition. I didn’t even bother to try to use the toilet, unless I stood on my head it wasn’t going to happen. I managed to power my bladder empty in the shower and finally took the edge off.
I shaved in the shower, so getting ready when I got out involved little other than some hair gel and deodorant. I was standing at the mirror putting on the final touches when Jen opened the door. “I want you to wear these Jamie, it’s going to be a scorcher.” Jen handed me some cotton shorts with an elastic waist that she’d bought for when as an encouragement to get back into the gym some time ago and a t-shirt. I often went without underwear, but in my current state these loose fitting gym shorts would be borderline obscene, but I realized her use of my juvenile name meant wearing them was more than a suggestion. My manhood, or lack of, was fairly obvious and even stretching the t-shirt as much as possible did little to help matters. Screw it, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Jen seemed quite pleased with herself as she admired my indecency and tossed me my gym shoes. “Here is your credit card, you won’t need anything else.” I grabbed a breakfast bar and hopped into the passenger seat. Other than to mention how excited she was several times, Jen didn’t say much else as she drove and I was lost in my own thoughts. After carefully reviewing them I concluded, quite surprisingly, that I was also excited. I didn’t mention my feelings or even completely understand them. It would have been easy for me to chalk it up to finally getting to cum when Jen got home, but there was more to it than that and I knew it.

We parked outside the main mall entrance and Jen took my hand as she turned off the engine, “Today is about both of us coming as close as we can to living out our fantasies. I don’t want to think of it as a trial run or role-playing, so today you’ll live as my cuckold and do everything you can to intensify my experience of openly being a slut in front of you. You’ve read the stories Jamie, you know how good little cucks behave. You’ll do as I say, you will not question me, and I’ll tell you what I decide you need to know when I‘m ready. Is that clear?”

Her words alone were enough to spark renewed excitement at the worst time. “Yes Jen, crystal clear.”

See opened the car and left without another word. I hurried to catch up to her with my now hardened penis swaying from side to side with each step. She held my hand as I reached her side, generally something I’d typically see as a intimate gesture, today I felt like a little boy who needed to be lead as he crossed a busy street.

The walk through the mall was no less embarrassing. Jen continued her silence and had made it clear I should adopt a ‘speak when spoken’ to attitude. Though the mall wasn’t loaded with men on a Saturday morning, those that were there certainly noticed Jen and her pet she had in tow. I could see the, “She’s got him whipped look” in their eyes, the offense seemed to make it even harder for me to control myself. I was relieved when we finally entered the women’s section at Nordstrom and I could find some shelter as we wove through the racks of dresses.

“Hi Jennifer, I have your dress at the counter.” Jen followed the associate to the counter and I tagged along. “Why don’t you try it on while Jamie and I chat.”

This woman I’d clearly never met just call me Jamie. I was instantly flushed with embarrassment wondering how much Jen had told her about us. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Nichole, Jen told me so much about you I felt like I already knew you.”

Jen had obviously met her when she picked out the dress, if she’d called me James I would have thought nothing unusual. Surely Jen wouldn’t confide too much to a complete stranger. I decided to act as natural as possible, “You must have helped Jen pick out her dress for tonight.”

“Of course, and she looks fabulous in it, but she insisted that you approve of it, as usual. She’s so lucky to have a male friend like you.”

I was putting the pieces together, I was Jen’s friend Jamie. “She’s a fantastic friend.”

“She lucky to have a friend like you, every girl should have a gay guy friend to go shopping with, you guys have the knack of putting all the right pieces together. We have several gay men that work in this department. Are you attached?”

I was Jen’s gay friend. “Yes, actually I am.”

“I thought since you were showing it off you might be looking, I don’t have all the signs you guys down pat. You are the exception though, most of the guys here just hop from one cock to the next. They get five times the action I do.”

It was glad I’d chosen to have a man at home, or Nichole would have certainly introduced me to one of her associates who wanted to exchange blowjobs and given the effect her unknowing offense was having on me, I would have looked very interested.

“Jen made it clear she was looking for some action tonight and I’m sure she’ll find it in the dress we picked out, I hope you think so too. Maybe I’m just jealous, but I really do think it’s great that you help her pick out her clothes when she’s on the prowl. No straight guy would ever do that for a woman.”

Jen finally walked out of the dressing room and I was awe struck. It was what you might call a simple black dress, but Jen’s tight body made it look anything but simple. It was silk or rayon I think, it flowed over her and clung to her at the same time. I’d almost forgot how long I was standing there speechless when Nichole spoke, “He obviously likes it, Jennifer.” The inference was obvious, they laughed together as I undoubtedly turned beet red. “Sweetie if you can get a gay man hard, you’re going to have no trouble getting a straight man put his wood to good use. Tell her Jamie, that’s why you’re here, she wants to here it from you.”

“If you’re looking to get fucked that one aught to do it.” I didn’t say it in a rude way, but I instantly regretted being so crude in front of a woman I didn’t know. Fortunately, Jen smiled as she walked back into the dressing room and Nichole’s comment let me know she was far from offended.

“That’s another thing I like about you boys, you aren’t ashamed about wanting to get fucked or suck cock. If you want a guy you just tell him. There aught to be more women like Jennifer who do the same. I wish I was more like her.”

“Jen’s one of a kind.” It was the most honest thing I’d said to Nichole since I met her.

Out fricking standing! Just gets better and better

Wow, great story Zinc! I started reading to see if I'd like it, then if I did I planned to read just a few segments and return to read the rest over the next few days until caught up, but instead I sat and read right up to date! It was too good a tale to put down, and the progression is so real, so gradual with lots of talking, teasing, and insecurity, feeling their way like actual people would do. I'm so glad you didn't write just another wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am phony story. Nicely done!

Clearly I need to write less and read more, as there are a number of very good writers posting here right now, and I'm way behind!

I hope you keep it going, it looks like it's a winner!

This continues to be a great cuckold story

Thanks again

GH

Managed to miss a couple of days Z, I'm all caught up now, fantastic it is coming along really really well, I'm loving it......thank you

Mel xx

First class, building nicely