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Chapter 42: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 42: - 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 started the week with such hope. Me and Carl were back on track. Our night together was pretty great. I think he might have re-established himself as my husband.
I had my two men, and it felt like I could just reach out and touch my dream life. It felt that close. Then it all fell to shit.
I was sitting at my little desk waiting for Harry to call me in his office for our mid-morning blowjob when I overheard Lois making travel plans for him. Apparently, there was some customer issue at one of the sites, and he had to go smooth it over. He was going to leave tomorrow morning, and there was no telling how long he would be gone.
That was going to fuck with my plans. I was going to have to turn up the heat a little today. Just after 10 a.m., Harry called me in. Lois gave me that smirk she always gives me when she knows my much younger mouth will soon be full of cock.
When I entered and closed the door, he was already sitting on the sofa without any pants. He just snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor between his legs like he always does. Presumptuous old man!
“Did you hear?” He asked.
“You’re going out of town.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
I knelt between his legs as he pulled out that beautiful big wonder. I have to admit that I’ve never seen anything so pretty. Even when Carl was fucking me so hard last night, this is what I was thinking about.
If Carl had this baby between his legs, I would never ask for anything else. A man who looked like Carl with a cock like Harry’s, would be an absolute dream. No girl could ever ask for more. I took that big beauty lovingly in my small perfectly manicured hands and began to caress it.
“Harry, did you like the house?”
“Sure. It was nice. Good master bedroom,” he gave me that evil smile. I ignored it as I used my right hand to stimulate the sensitive underside of his corona.
“Did you think about what we talked about yesterday?” I kissed the head of his cock, which forced a soft moan as he rolled his head back.
“Whaaaaatt?” He moaned as I sucked the head into my mouth. I took more and more of that thick shaft into my throat. I wanted him beyond reason to answer my next question. I worked him really well bobbing my head with increasing speed like the slut he taught me to be.
When my mouth popped off his cock, we were both breathing heavily. He was staring at me all wide eyed. I must have been quite a sight sitting there breathing heavy with swollen lips stroking that big wet cock. I smiled.
“I love you, Charlotte,” he said with as much sincerity as I’ve ever seen from him.
“Do you, Harry? How much?”
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