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Chapter 17: Carl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: Carl - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
I find it is nearly impossible to stay angry with Charlotte for too long. All she really has to do is look at me with that hurt, innocent face, and I melt like an ice cream cake at a kid’s backyard birthday party. Yet, I’m starting to wonder just how innocent that face is.
I had this hard and fast rule about kissing, which I will admit I pulled from Pretty Woman. The idea, of course, was to allow no intimacy that is romantic in nature. If you think about it though, Charlotte and Stein were right. Shit’s gonna happen. I just have to have faith in her, and understand that she loves me. She’s not going to fall for that old man. It’s a ridiculous idea.
I woke that Saturday morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of my lovely wife humming. When I lifted my head from the sea of blankets and pillows on the living room carpet, she was sitting on the sofa with her iPad in her pajamas.
“Good morning, honey. Do you want some coffee?”
“Yes, please. What are you doing?”
“Looking at houses.”
“Princess, I thought we agreed not to think about that yet.”
She got up and headed to the kitchen and started making that coffee. “Did we agree to that? I was just curious about what’s available right now. There are a lot of pretty houses, honey. I found one I really like. Do you think we should get a real estate agent?”
I pulled myself off the floor and sat on the sofa. I picked up her tablet and looked at the house she was interested in. It was a new construction in a very modern style listed at $800,000. It was quite nice, but way out of our price range. I was looking for something closer to $500,000.
Charlotte came in and handed me the coffee. “Isn’t it nice?” She said.
“Yes, baby. It is, but we can’t afford it.”
“Even with all that money?”
“No, and we don’t have that money yet.”
“But we will, right?”
“I think we need to talk about it, Princess. Do we really want to do this ... with him.”
“I think he’s being very generous. I didn’t expect that. He’s so much nicer than I thought he was.”
“See I don’t really like that you now like him.”
“Are you jealous ... of him?”
“Yes ... No ... I don’t know. Damn. You’ve changed around him.”
She laughed. “Do you think I’m falling in love with him? Honey, don’t be silly!”
“I don’t know. Stranger things have happened in this world than young women becoming infatuated with rich guys. He is clearly infatuated with you.”
“Mr. Stein in love? Honey! His ‘call me Mr. Stein’ rule is the same thing as your kissing rule. He doesn’t want to get too close to any girl.”
“Yet, he’s down to just two women now, which must be a record low number for him.”
“Huh. I didn’t think of that, but it’s still two, not one. He’s never gonna be with just one woman. Somebody hurt him bad a long time ago, I think.”
“Oh yes, Princess. Poor Mr. Stein! Please don’t make him into some object of pity. He’s a monster, and you know it.” She looked at me and didn’t say anything for quite a long time.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“I think we should do it,” she blurted out. “I know you don’t like him, but we have come this far. I want to go to his party.” Her border collie behavior was kicking in again. She wanted something and nothing was going to stop her wanting it.
“You’re determined to have him, then.”
“I want my house, Carl. I want babies. I want the full life Mommy didn’t get. If I have to do this with him to get it, that’s what I have to do. And I don’t mind. He’s not that bad.”
“Even if we destroy what we’re trying to create?”
“Carl, I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
“What if we destroy our marriage in trying to have your full life?”
Charlotte took my coffee out of my hand and placed it on a side table, then slipped onto my lap. She put her arms around my neck and looked me in the eye.
“Honey, I have made this very clear to Mr. Stein. I have made it very clear to you. YOU are my husband now and forever. You are the one I love. That will never change. I will NOT lose you.”
“That’s nice to hear, Princess, but what if my feeling change. What if I am like Mary’s husband and decide I can’t take it.”
“Then we do what they did. We just stop and go back to the way it was. Just you and me.”
“This arrangement scares me.”
“That’s one thing I like about it.”
“Princess!”
“Well. I sometimes think you forget about me when you’re gone. You don’t always answer my calls and texts right away, so I wonder what you’re doing. It scares me who you might have in all those hotel rooms.”
“Baby, I can assure you that I haven’t given any other woman any thought since I met you.”
“You say that, but Mommy said I always have to watch my man’s eyes. Where are they looking and at what woman? I watch your eyes when we go out, and they don’t always look at me. And women sure look at you.”
“I’m human honey. I see pretty things, but I’m never going to misbehave.”
“Anyway, with this arrangement, you’ll be thinking about me instead of noticing all the girls in that office over there.”
“I’ll be thinking about you getting fucked by our fat old boss.”
“Didn’t you say you do that anyway?” She laughed, she slowly started rolling her ass against my cock. “You need to admit that this turns you on. Did you delete our video or did you watch it all week?”
“Our video?”
“Mine and Mr. Stein’s. Be honest.”
“I watched it.”
“How many times?”
“Many times. Every day.”
“See! You want me to be with him. You like it,” she teased. “You want this as much as I do.” I wanted to refute that statement. I wanted to shout, “NO,” but I could not speak. I didn’t say anything, just put my head down in shame.
“See,” she giggled. “You want more videos. You want to watch it, don’t you?”
“Princess.”
“Be honest.”
“Yes. I want to see it.” I admitted quietly while looking at the floor.
She took my head in her hands and made
me look in her eyes. “Look me in the eye and tell me what you want to see, Carl. What’s your fantasy?” My stomach was made of concrete at that moment, and I was shaking uncontrollably.
“I want to see Mr. Stein fucking you. You loving on his big cock. You begging him for his big cock.”
“What you’re scared of, honey, is liking it. Just like me. We’re both scared that this is not just a one-time thing, but a lifetime thing.”
“Stein is right about one thing. You are very wise.”
“Thank you, baby.”
The rest of the day was filled with looking at houses that we could both like and afford. We had a lot of discussions about neighborhoods and school systems. I walked Charlotte through a financial discussion on interest rates, mortgages, property taxes, and home insurance. Finally, we called a real estate agent I went to college with and set up a meeting with her for the next Saturday.
We forgot to make love or talk more about the impending decision that we faced. After all, it appeared we had already made it. Charlotte was so excited about the house and the future, that I didn’t want to do anything to disrupt her happiness. We even talked about what our babies would look like. I loved seeing her that happy.
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