Chapter 14

The week had been one of the most tumultuous in Jim’s life. He had discovered depths within Kris that he had never imagined, and while it thrilled him, it also left him feeling adrift. The revelations about her relationship with Doug had been both arousing and alarming, especially the fact that he had been eating Doug’s cum for over six weeks. Jim’s fantasies and reality were colliding in ways that left him both excited and anxious.

Tuesday had been particularly grueling. Kris had gone out with Doug, and Jim had spent the evening in a maelstrom of fantasies and fears. When she texted him near midnight to say she was staying over at Doug’s apartment, he felt a pang of heartbreak. This was new territory—the first time in their marriage that they had chosen to be apart for the night.

On Wednesday, Jim attempted to have a heart-to-heart with Kris about his concerns, but she was busy with schoolwork and still exhausted from her night with Doug. His unease grew, and by Thursday night, when Kris went straight to Doug’s after work, Jim was left with nothing but his own dark thoughts. It had been days since their last intimate encounter, and the realization that the last sexual act he had done was clean the two of them on Saturday, only heightened his discomfort.

When Kris returned home on Thursday night, she found Jim in a sober mood. She didn’t ask questions; instead, she commanded him to be quiet and lay on the bed. Jim complied, and Kris immediately placed her pussy on his mouth, effectively silencing him. As he began to lick her, she spoke, her voice firm and steady.

“Jim, I need you to understand something,” she started, her voice echoing in the quiet room. “You wanted this. You pushed for it. You wanted me to explore my kinky side, and I did. I resisted for a long time because I was comfortable with our vanilla life. But you kept pushing, and here we are.”

Jim’s tongue worked diligently, drawing out moans of pleasure from Kris as she continued to speak. “You can’t turn this on me now. You’re responsible for the situation we’re in, and you need to make peace with it. I’ve done nothing but what you asked for, and I’m not going to let you make me feel bad about it.”

Her words were punctuated with gasps as Jim’s tongue expertly navigated her folds. The combination of her arousal and the adrenaline of finally voicing her feelings seemed to culminate in a powerful orgasm. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure, before finally collapsing beside him.

When she caught her breath, she looked him straight in the eye. “I want you to sleep in the guest room until you’re willing to accept the fact that I’ve done nothing but what you asked for. I love you, Jim. But I need you to accept this part of me, too.”

Jim was stunned. He had never seen Kris so unapologetic. It was both terrifying and intoxicating. He knew she was right, but the thought of sleeping alone, of being shut out, left him with a profound sense of loss.

He headed to the guest room, his mind racing. As he lay in the unfamiliar bed, he replayed Kris’s words over and over. She was right; he had pushed for this. He had wanted her to embrace her kinky side, to step out of her comfort zone. And now that she had, he couldn’t be upset with her. He needed to accept it, to make peace with it.