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Chapter 9: - Carl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: - 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 called Charlotte on Tuesday afternoon.
“Hello, Princess. How are you?” I was determined not to bring the subject up, but make her tell me what she wanted to do. I didn’t have to wait too long.
“I am fine I guess, but starting to have second thoughts.”
I didn’t know at that moment how I felt. Probably more relieved than disappointed. This was getting much too real. “You don’t have to do this, honey.”
“I know.”
“I think it’s natural to have doubts. It’s a big step and something we are only considering because of our weekly forced separations. Can you tell me your big concerns?”
“I really looked at him today, and he is not at all good looking. That and his age I guess. I have never been with anyone who is ugly and wrinkly. Somewhere, down deep I feel like I deserve only hot guys. After all, my husband is super hot.” That was not said as a compliment, but a statement of fact.
“Thanks honey. I understand.”
“But I also feel like I deserve this experience, too. Doesn’t a woman like me, deserve that, too? Lynn says I deserve it.”
Wow. What do I say to that? Best to say nothing, but she forged on.
“There is something else. I spoke again with Lynn. She wanted me to know exactly what I am getting into. She wanted me to know that this won’t be making love like you and I do. She said it’s all hardcore. If I go through with this, I will get it really hard. She said he likes to dominate women. I am not used to being treated like that. In a fantasy, it’s safe. This won’t be a fantasy.”
“So you are rethinking this? Ok. You don’t need to do it, Princess; that’s not a problem.”
“I know, but I said I would and well ... I know about the money. I know you talked about the money. The problem is in my head. What if I like it more than I dislike it. How bad is that? I could really like it! I think I have really built it up in my mind. Lynn said he likes to make girls beg for it. Do you believe that -- me begging for him? I can’t see me doing that. Men should beg the woman. I don’t beg them.”
I could think of nothing to say in response to any of that. All I could ask was what she planned to do.
“I’m still horny, thank you. Why can’t you be here? Why do I have to deal with all this sex in my head?”
“That’s what a guy’s head is like. We think about sex all day, every day.”
“Really, how do you stand it? I think it’s also what sluts and whores do. I think I am turning into a slut, or maybe a whore.”
“Baby, the money doesn’t matter. We’ll get our house the normal way.”
“Our meeting is tonight.”
“You mean, your date.”
“It’s starting to feel like that. He’s sending a limo for me.”
“Like a rich guy on a date. Are you going?”
“Yes of course. I feel like I he’s magnetic. Does that make sense?”
“Let me ask a question. What if I was there right now. Would this still be a thing?”
“Oh, baby. I want to think the answer would be no, but that would be a lie. Since I saw that picture and heard the stories from Lynn, I have filled my head with images of sex. What is wrong with me? I think I really, really want this fantasy fulfilled, and I want it with him. Not with some young handsome guy, but with this old man.”
“Why is that, do you think?”
“I don’t know. Something different maybe. And it’s there. Right there. A big cock in the hand, instead of one in the bush. Sorry, all Mommy ‘s little sayings keep popping into my head. I know that deep down, I believe that I am a very beautiful woman. Wow, that sounded so conceited.”
“But true!”
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