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Chapter 32: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32: - 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
Morning came too soon. I hate alarm clocks. They always mean that I have to get out of bed with a man that I love, one or the other.
Harry said we have to go to work today, because he has important meetings, but I don’t want to. I have really had a good time these past three days with my boyfriend, and I’m not looking forward to going home to an empty house. I am beginning to think I was meant to be a stay-at-home trophy wife and have been miscast.
Waking up spooning in his arms is nicer than I thought it would be. He doesn’t have Carl’s body, but he’s comfortable like an old sofa and has good hands. Sometimes they slap or pinch to cause pleasure and sometimes they are gentle to soothe me. He calls that a “caress.” I like that word, because it sounds like it feels. Being caressed by a man with good hands who loves you is so nice.
I know that Harry’s hands on me this morning are about trying to break the rules and have sex on a Thursday. He’s not fooling me like he thinks he is. I’m no dummy. Morning sex can be nice, and with Harry caressing me all over, what am I supposed to do? I’m not made of stone.
“Harry! You have to stop. Remember the rules.”
“I don’t care about what’s-his-names’ stupid fucking rules. I’m in bed with my girlfriend now, and I want to make love to her.”
“It’s Carl, Harry. He has a name, and I’m his wife today.” As I was saying that, Harry was pushing that great big dick of his into my wet little pussy.
“Haaarrrryyyy! We caaannn’t.”
““Feels like we are to me.”
“Carl won’t like it.”
“My concern for Carl’s tender feelings may not align with yours. Sadly.” He was pumping in slowly and powerfully. What a wonderful big cock he has. I felt so full. It was lovely.
“You’re making me break the rules, baby. You always make me so dirty with your big cock.”
“I own this pussy, Charlotte. Every day of the fucking week,” he said, pounding me harder and faster. “It’s fucking mine any time I want it. Maybe I’ll come by your house on Friday night and fuck you right there in front of what’s-his-name.”
“Oohhhh, Haaaarrrryyyy. I’mmmmm cummmiiinngggg.” I think I was close anyway, but him saying that he would fuck me in front of Carl in our bed put me over the top. I remembered being on his boat when he fucked me right up against my husband, and I couldn’t have stopped the orgasm if I wanted to.
Harry usually takes a long time to come. He says it’s all the Viagra that he takes, and it makes him last a long time. This morning, he came really fast and pumped all that cum way up inside me. He comes so much, and I love the feeling.
I think it’s because my pussy is always so full with his big dick already and because of the added pressure in there. When he’s coming inside me like that, I always have a second one. Not with Carl though. Only with Harry.
We laid in bed for a while even though we were supposed to be getting up. I think he likes holding me. He acts so tough sometimes, but I think I soften him just a little.
“Harry? Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Are you ever going to give anyone else permission?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Are you going to share me like Carl did?”
“Where is this coming from?”
“I’ve been thinking about that video you showed me where your little friend was real rough with that girl.”
“Don’t worry, baby. He won’t get his hands on you.”
“Oh, OK.”
He stopped and looked at me. Hard. “Does that disappoint you?”
“I’m sorry, Harry, but I’m a little curious about what I saw on that video. Do girls like doing those dirty things?”
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