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Chapter 2: Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Charlotte - 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 was so excited. Carl had those bedroom eyes that told me he was ready for me, if you know what I mean. I really, really like those eyes. My husband is so hot. I remember the first day he walked in the door at work. My heart stopped, I think. He was so tall at 6’4” and blonde and sooooo handsome. I’m a tall girl, so that really matters.
He said he fell in love with me at first sight. Well, me too! Nobody was surprised when we started dating, but he had to pass the Mommy Test. Not many guys did, I can tell you.
My Mommy was very strict about who I dated going back to high school. They had to be nice, smart guys and not after “one thing.” The good news was that she liked him right off. She called him a tall drink of water and winked at me.
I just love him so much. He is the one person who never makes me feel stupid. He is always kind and thoughtful. He calls me Princess and treats me like one. I feel so comfortable and safe with him.
So that night, I was kind of horny, a word I learned from Carl. When I walked out of the bathroom, he was sitting on our king size bed and had his head down looking at the iPad. He was dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts and was all bronzed from our recent vacation to Mexico. I could have just eaten him up.
When he looked up and saw me standing there all naked, he gave me my favorite look -- like a bull ready to charge. It’s like there is steam coming out his nose. I just love that. I ran giggling to the bed and slipped under the covers pulling them up to my neck. Carl slipped in on the other side next to me and showed me the iPad.
“There are about a dozen sites like we discussed,” he said. “I picked this one though as an example. It’s called Oldje.” That’s not even a word, I don’t think. If it was, I never heard it. There were lots of pictures of old men with girls. I was shocked.
“Let’s look at the actors,” he said. A whole lot of old men’s headshots came up. He asked me to pick one. What kind of question is that? When I hesitated, he asked if any made me curious. For some reason, I pointed to the oldest looking one, and Carl clicked on his picture.
The man was both fat and wrinkly at the same time and not good looking. His thingy was tiny and what my husband calls ‘uncut.’ I have not been with anyone but my husband, so I was a little shocked at the difference in their bodies.
“God, no thank you. I screamed and made him close that page. I picked another picture of a smiling man named Boris. He looked younger and in better shape. His thing was much larger.
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