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Chapter 37: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 37: - 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
When I finally stopped laughing, I went and got a drink for everyone, so we could sit and talk in our tiny living room. I sat by myself in the chair while my two boys sat on either end of the sofa. Of course, poor Carl got the wet spot. We were all still completely naked.
“I really want this to work out for us all, and I realize I haven’t been completely honest with you,” I said. “So, I want to tell you both together what I want and see if you can live with it.”
They both looked a little scared like I was going to pick one and throw away the other. My silly boys.
I looked at Carl. He looked frightened and blurted out, “Are going to leave me for him?” His voice was choked, and I thought he might cry.
“No, silly boy. I love you.” I gave him my warmest smile.
Harry groaned, but I continued. “You’re my husband, Carl, and you’re not going anywhere. You are the one I want to raise babies with.” Harry groaned again and threw his arms in the air.
I turned to him. “Harry honey. I love you, too, but you have to be honest with yourself. You don’t want to raise babies with me or anyone. You’re important to me, and I’m not going anywhere. Our deal is good, and I hope when it’s done, we can work it out to stay together, but it’s never going to be just you and me. You like other girls too much for that anyway.” I waited a second to see if he’d deny it, but of course, he didn’t.
Then I looked at them both. “I like being shared with you two, my beautiful husband and my powerful lover. You are my men. Do you understand? Can you share?”
They both grumbled, but what choice did they have. They made an agreement for a year. They had to share for now anyway. After that, it would be harder, I knew. There would be more hard conversations like this. They were jealous men used to getting what they wanted. And I know I was changing, feeling my own power, and men just hate that.
It was getting late, and I was tired. It had been a raw emotional day. “Harry, it might be best if you left now, so Carl and me can spend the rest of our weekend together,” I said, smiling.
He returned my smile, but his was that funny evil smile that melts my tummy. “You don’t want me to leave yet, and I don’t think even Carl wants that,” he said.
“Why? What do you think Carl wants?” Carl just sat there in the wet spot all stiff like a stone. Harry got up and moved towards me, and stopped only when his stiffening cock was just inches from my face. I shuddered with excitement. God, he knew how to turn me on, the powerful bastard.
“Oh, I think Carl wants to see me fuck his wife into a coma.”
“He does?”
“Ask him.” I tried to look at Carl, but Harry was blocking my view, and Carl’s. I think he did that deliberately. I had to hold his legs and look around his body to see my husband.
“Is that what you want, Carl ... to watch my lover fuck me unconscious?”
He couldn’t look me in the eye. He looked down at the carpet.
“Well?” I said. “What do you want, Pretty Boy? Do you want to fuck me and do you want Harry to?” Carl cringed at me using Harry’s nickname for him. Harry laughed out loud.
“I guess ... he can.”
“That’s not very enthusiastic,” I said, taking Harry’s hard cock in my hands and stroking it. “Are you sure? Are you giving me permission to get fucked in our bed ... with this great big fucking man cock. It’s not a little boy’s cock like yours. It’s a real man’s cock.”
I don’t know why I said those things and pushed Carl like that. Maybe, it was because from the moment I started saying it, I could see his cock got hard as a rock. He tried to hide it with his hands, but I could see it. It was kinda funny how embarrassed his excitement made him. I don’t know when exactly I started enjoying his embarrassment, but it just made me feel so powerful. I was becoming a badass bitch, and I liked it.
“You have my permission,” he said softly.
“To do what, honey? What do you want to see? Tell Mommy the whole thing you want.” Huh, I just called myself Mommy. I liked that, too!
“I want to see ... Mr. Stein ... fuck you ... into a coma ... on our bed.” He was rubbing his dick when he said the words. Wow. I don’t know why, but I was so happy seeing my husband accept his new role. This is what you are now -- Mommy’s bitch.
Harry laughed. “You got that boy right where you want him now, baby.”
That was the last time though that I was in charge for the rest of the night. Harry took over from there. He started by grabbing my hair, twisting my face up and slapping it with the big heavy cock. I fucking loved it. What a turn-on it was to be treated like a fuck toy by this great man.
“Am I still your #1 cunt, Harry?”
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