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Chapter 34: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 34: - 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 really liked Carl’s idea. It would make Harry so crazy jealous, that he would come running over and join in. I let him fuck me on Friday afternoon after he teased me for two straight days. And, I did exactly as he instructed me to with Carl. I called my husband names and made him eat my dirty pussy. It was so fun to be the one in charge and to make him my bitch.
It’s funny how Harry knew exactly what Carl would do. He was like clay in my hands. I don’t know why, but he did everything I told him to, and he let me say such nasty things to him.
Harry made me see that for more than a year, I have been playing by Carl’s rules, not just Mommy’s. Well, I am not going to play by any more damn rules. I’m pretty, and I’m smart, and I’m powerful. I can do what I want. If these men want to be with me, they damn well better play by my fucking rules for a change. I want my cake and to eat it, too. Is that the right saying? I think so.
I texted our new prospective playmate the next morning. “Do you want to fuck me?”
He responded immediately. “Fuck yeah!!! Name the place and time, and I’ll be there.”
“First, you have to understand that this is a one-time thing, and it’s a threesome.”
“Ok. Who’s the third?”
“That’s a surprise. Second, you can’t tell Harry about this. It’s just between us. If you tell him, it’s off. Understand?”
“Can you at least tell me if it’s a chick or a guy?”
“Does it matter? Will you not come if I give you the wrong answer?
“Well ... no.”
“Ok then. I’ll see you at my house tonight at 8 p.m.”
“It’s a date!”
“No, it’s just a fuck.”
The rest of the day was spent looking at houses with Phyllis. We saw three nice ones, but they were a little small. I want lots of room for my babies.
She could see the disappointment in my face, and asked if I wanted to see some bigger ones that were more expensive. Carl tried to object, but I shushed him. He’s like my trained bitch now. I love it.
She quickly set up two more showings for empty houses.
One was a little old looking, but the other was a dream. It was a shiny brand new four-bedroom house with wood floors and marble countertops. I know I did that bouncing thing I do when I get excited, but I was just so happy. Carl was not happy, because the house cost $850,000. All the way home, he was very quiet.
“I think we should make an offer on it,” I said.
“We won’t qualify for a house that expensive, Princess.”
“Why not? We have all that money now.”
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