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Chapter 31: - Mr. Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 31: - Mr. Stein - 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 could get used to having Charlotte wake up in my arms, or better yet, her sexy ass rubbing against my dick and her big firm titties in my hand.
I think I have spooned a woman only a handful of times in my whole life and those were mostly when I was young and foolish. Now, I have spooned the same woman two mornings in a row and fucking enjoyed it. She feels so good. She smells so good. Fuck, I have to be in love.
The only thing better in the morning than a wake up cuddle with Charlotte, is a wake up shower fuck with her. There are certain perfect moments in life such as standing there face-to-face with water pouring over us, her long muscular legs wrapped around me while my hands were strapped to her ass, my cock plunging into her welcoming pussy, and her moaning out my name. Yeah, nothing better.
After our threesome last night, Charlotte wanted her wedding ring back. I did give it back, but warned her that I didn’t want to see it again.
I sent Lynn home last night, and she got a bit pissy about it. Did she think she was staying the night, too? Actually, sleeping with one woman is enough. Again, just a handful of times. Two women taking up the room, would just be too damn much for me to handle.
Lynn served her purpose yesterday, and I am grateful to her. I need to get her something. I should definitely get something for my little love, as well. Once we had our coffee, I handed an envelope to Charlotte.
“What’s this?” She smiled nervously at me.
“Open it.” She tore it open with a huge smile like it was Christmas morning.
“A company credit card?”
“Not a company card. It’s with my personal account.”
“But it has my name on it.”
“Because it’s your card, silly.”
“You’re giving me a credit card?”
“Let’s be clear what this is for. The rules state that I cannot buy you gifts, and I can only give bonuses in cash. The rules, however, do not mention the use of a credit card, which serves as a cash equivalent. So if you go shopping and you see something that you wish to own, all you have to do is text me and ask for a ‘bonus’ and you can buy whatever it is you desire.”
“Harry! That’s brilliant! You’re brilliant. You’re also very generous.”
“We will start today. You and me.”
“What? Shopping?” She giggled. I love that giggle.
“How would you feel about jewelry shopping.”
“Oh, my Gooodddd!!!” She squealed. “That’s my favorite kind of shopping.”
An hour later, we were standing in an upscale jewelry store where I buy trinkets for all my sluts. Charlotte practically ran up and down the aisles looking at everything.
“What should we buy, Harry?”
“I have something specific in mind.” I steered her over to the ring counter. I got the attention of the manager and asked her to bring out the biggest engagement rings she had. She started talking about the 4 Cs of diamonds -- carats, color clarity and cut.
Charlotte was looking at me like I was crazy. She whispered in my ear that she was already married.
“Call this a girlfriend ring then,” I said. She looked worried, but didn’t argue. I’m giving you a very expensive ring, baby. Shut up and take it. It would be worth every penny just to see the look on Carl’s face.
The biggest one they had was a 4.0 carat cushion cut with great clarity and two accompanying diamonds. It had a matching jacket with even more, but smaller diamonds. It was expensive as fuck. I don’t know shit about these things, but it looked great on her hand. My girl was speechless. She just kept looking at it with awe. Exactly the reaction I was looking for.
“Harry! This is too much. I mean, it’s so beautiful, but it’s too much.”
“The most beautiful woman in the world deserves the most beautiful diamond,” I said, and she blushed exquisitely. The manager measured her finger and resized it while we waited.
“Harry, you know Carl won’t like this.” Yeah, kinda what I’m going for.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Keep it at my house and wear it there, if you don’t want to wear it home. I confess, I would love you to wear it at work, too.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever want to take it off. That’s the problem. It’s the most beautiful thing I ever saw.”
“I want you to have it as a symbol of my love for you. I want you to understand that I never gave a ring to any other woman in my life. This is significant for me. Charlotte. You are important to me.”
“Ohhh, Harry. You’re so good to me.”
“I love you, my dear. I never expected that to happen and it’s turning my life upside down. I’m not the same man I was a month ago.”
“Harry, you still have two girlfriends. I’m just one of them.”
“This is still about Lynn? Baby, she means nothing to me, but I’m stuck with her for three years. I had to make a deal with her to help me get you.”
“You could have just asked me.”
“Oh yeah, how would that have gone? ‘Hey, Charlotte, I’m your hated old boss who would like to become a rival for your love with that goddamn pretty boy you’re married to.’ How do you think you would have reacted to that?”
“You’re right. Not well.” She shook her head vehemently.
“See my problem? Lynn is just a nuisance we will need to bare and most of the time she will only be around when you are with what’s his name.”
“Carl.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Let’s go buy some clothes that you can keep at my house and not have to carry luggage back and forth.”
You would think I would find shopping for ladies clothing tedious at best, and so frankly, would I. However, just the opposite was true. Like Richard Gere, I had a hell of a time seeing the knowledge and enjoyment my girl has with fashion. She also bought everything from makeup to accessories and everything in between. A semi trailer would be necessary to deliver it all.
I felt like a guy with his first, life-size Barbie doll. I made her try things on that I liked without looking at the price tag. She would then look and say it was lovely but too expensive. I would look at the tag and say it was not. The obsequious saleswoman always seemed to agree with me. Each time, Charlotte would bounce with happiness. And each time, I would beam at her like a lovesick mooncalf.
The Harry of a month ago would look at me now and shake his head at my foolishness. Today’s Harry could not have been happier if you gave him a lifetime supply of free pussy. Which, I was kind of hoping for.
The ring and clothes shopping was only part of my romantic plan for the day. I wanted our time together this week to end on a note she could not forget easily. Next, she would get a dinner and a show.
When I informed her that I was taking her out to dinner, she wore a most pleased smile. “Aren’t you glad now I came prepared? If it’s a nice restaurant, I have just the dress.”
“Would I take my best girl to a cheap restaurant? It’s got a Michelin star. We will follow that with a visit to the The Attic, a blues club I like. It’s Wednesday night, so it might not be too crowded.”
“That sounds like fun, but what if someone sees us.”
“In that case, you’re my personal assistant just joining me for dinner. Or, fuck it, you’re my new girlfriend, cheating on her husband. Don’t worry, darling. It’s not like your husband doesn’t know what we’re doing.”
“I think the first explanation is better.”
A few hours later, I was waiting in the living room in my ridiculously uncomfortable and expensive suit, when an absolute vision walked into the room.
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