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Chapter 33: - Carl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33: - 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 watched that last video about 20 times already. My dick is raw from the abuse. I have to give it a rest so it can heal before I go home. I was desperate to call Charlotte by the end of the day to find out what was going on. I hated being out of the loop.
I know they were fucking all night last night because her phone was on ‘do not disturb.’ Stein was probably trying to get as much pussy as possible before his time was up. Unless they are fucking today, too, and breaking all the damn rules.
To my surprise and delight, she answered on the first ring. I’ve worried so much the last week that my wife was slipping away. Going into this, I never thought Stein could or would want to take her away from me. At that point, however; my confidence was broken. That’s why hearing her happy voice call me ‘baby’ was so wonderful.
“Are you home?”
“Yes. Just got home.”
“I’m frantic to see you, darling,” I said. “I’ve missed you so badly.”
“Did you,” she said playfully. “Or were you just jealous because I was with him.”
“Yes, to both questions. I hated that I couldn’t just call you.”
“You mean I’m not just waiting by the phone anymore desperately hoping you’ll call. The shoe is on somebody else’s foot now.”
“Charlotte, it’s not like that. If I haven’t shown you how much I miss you when I’m traveling, then I’m sorry. I always miss you.”
“I think before I was taken for granted. Now, suddenly, I’m a hot item. Everyone seems to want me.”
“I have always known what a hot item you are. Do not forget, darling, that I am the man who wanted to marry you and knew it from the first day we met.”
“Aahhhh, that’s sweet. Do you love me, Carl?”
“More than anything, my darling.”
“You’re not the only one anymore, you know.”
“I know, but I loved you first and will love you last.
“Aahhhh, baby! That’s so sweet. Come home. I need you.”
We spoke for a long time and talked about many things. I listened, for a change. Maybe I have taken her for granted. I have been so focused on my career and getting the house we both want. I need to do better.
The problem is now I see her so much as a playmate for men like Stein. She went from my sweet little Barbie doll to a hell-bent-for-leather fucktoy. It is a hell of a turn on, and I’m not sure how to justify it with my new jealousy issues. I always used to be so sure of myself based on my looks. Yet, even that assurance has taken a beating of late.
“Honey, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, baby. Anything.”
“Have you thought about giving me permission for someone else?”
“What? Do you want to sleep with somebody else?” For some reason, this question didn’t bother me as it should have. In fact, it made me feel great! She can’t be that enamored with Stein if she’s asking that question. Again, it’s not the sex that bothers me, but the intimacy.
“Harry showed me a video of someone having sex with a girl and it really peaked my curiosity.”
“Who was this someone?”
“Do you remember the guy, Ben, from the boat?”
“The incredibly creepy old guy? The one that wacked off over my shoulder when you were getting pounded by Stein the first time.”
“He saw that?”
“He’s The Watcher. Remember?”
“He doesn’t always watch. He wasn’t just watching in the video I saw. He was commanding.”
What do you mean?”
“I mean he was in charge, making the girl do what he wanted.”
“Why would I give him permission?”
“Because I’m curious about what he did.”
“What else are you curious about?”
“Oh. I don’t know. You saw that Lynn and me ... we had sex together with Harry ... and I wondered,” she said hesitantly, “what it would be like ... to be with ... maybe ... two ... men.”
“Two men, at the same time? Like me and Stein.”
“Actually ... two men ... like Gary and Harry or ... Ben and Harry.”
“Oh? Or Ben and Gary?”
“Yes, maybe. I just don’t know if Harry will do it. He is as jealous as you.”
“Then I give you my permission to have sex with two men. If Harry won’t participate, we will come up with an alternative. Does this Ben have a lot of money?”
“Yes! He’s very rich. Do you think we might...?”
“Yes, we might. I will talk to him and see.”
“Oh, wow! More money for our house.”
“Speaking of our house, we meet with our new real estate agent tomorrow night. Don’t forget.”
“Oh, OK.”
“No dates with Harry.”
“Of course not. It’s about our house, baby. I’ll be ready.”
The next day, I left Omaha early, arrived in town by 4 p.m., and took an Uber home. I was so excited to see my wife. It had been the longest week of my entire life.
Just after 5 p.m, my gorgeous wife came flying in the door and into my arms screaming my name. We kissed until we were on the floor like in that scene from Cold Mountain. It was wonderful.
I would have taken her right to our bed, but we had to leave shortly for dinner. Time was of the essence. We made do with the carpeted floor of our living room, again. She had my pants down and her skirt up as she slid down hard on my cock. God, she was so wet. Wait, what happened to her panties?
“Do you feel that, baby, how wet I am?”
“Yes, baby.” She was bouncing on me completely in control of the pace. Fast, slow, fast, slow. She was driving me crazy.
“I just came from Harry’s office. He wanted to give you a little present.” Oh fuck! This is my day, not his, but here I am fucking my wife in Stein’s cum. Yet, my stupid traitorous cock has never been harder.
“Do you like your little gift, baby?”
“Ooohh God, Princess.”
“He bent me over his desk and fucked me really good. Our boss put sooooo much cum in my pussy for you. He said you’d like it. Do you like it?”
“Yes, dammit.”
“He said you better get used to it, because it’s his pussy now.”
“Oh, God.”
“Your wife’s pussy now belongs to your big old boss’s fat fucking cock. He took it from you, baby. He owns it.”
“Aaaaaaahhh.” She was grinding on me so well. The room was filled with the smell of his cum and the squelch of her wet cunt on my cock. “Why, Princess?”
“His cock is soooooo big, baby, and he’s such a good lover. Why wouldn’t I want to fuck him every day? He’s sooooo much bigger than you, sooooo much better. My boyfriend is perfect!”
“Ohhhh myyyyy Gooood!” I went off like a grenade, shooting my cum into that fat bastard’s. Filling my wife with a second load.
“Oh, my baby liked that,” she purred in my ear. “Maybe I should come home with my pussy filled every night. Would you like that, Carl?” Who was this whore pretending to be my sweet wife? One week with Stein, and my innocent princess was gone.
“You weren’t supposed to have sex with him today.”
“Mommy had a saying about spilled milk. Would you like to lick my milk up, baby?”
“What? No!”
“Come on, honey. I didn’t come yet. That’s not fair. I let you come,” she whined in a baby girl voice. She started crawling up my chest, trapping my arms. “Come on, Carl. Just one wittle wick.”
“Charlotte!” Her dripping pussy was now at my chin.
“Do you love me, Carl? Show me!” She grabbed my hair and yanked my head forward. I know -- my arms were free at that point. I could have easily thrown her off me. I’m 6’4” and twice her weight. Yet, I didn’t. I let her push my face into that pussy full of my cum and my boss’s. Oh, God!
“Lick it, bitch,” she ordered. “Eat it up.” Again, who is this woman?
Ok. I’m committed now to doing this damn thing. She got me with the love question. For some reason, I felt the need to prove myself. Look at all I had made her do over the last week. So, I concentrated on her clit and getting her off as soon as I could. We still had a dinner reservation to make.
At first, I thought this wasn’t too bad, but then it came. A big flow of cum ran into my mouth. I gagged, and swallowed it. She laughed.
“How do you like it, honey? See what we have to put up with.” In fairness, she has swallowed my cum approximately once. So, we’re fucking even.
My response to all that was not to quit. In for a penny, in for a pound. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and showed her just who owned that fucking pussy. I went after that soft wet hole like an ice cream cone on a hot day.
“Ooohhhhh, baaabbbyyy!l she moaned while grinding herself on my tongue. “That’s the wayyyy! Immmmm cuuuummmmiinngg!” That may have been a speed record for my girl. She rode it out, continuing the grind. And then she was up on her feet putting herself back together.
“Come on, Carl. We have to go, or we’re gonna be late.” Like I’m the problem.
We were going to meet with a woman I went to college with who is now a local real estate agent. Phyllis dated and then married one of my fraternity brothers. I have stayed in touch with her on Facebook over the years even though she and Steve divorced last year. I hoped that Charlotte was excited about this search for a house.
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