The Cuckold's Reward - Ken's Story (Part 2) - Sex Stories

The Cuckold's Reward - Ken's Story (Part 2)

... he was hurting but he also knew that this was the risk that he was taking in pursuing his cuckold desires. He remembered when they had first discussed Sandra sleeping with other men that she had pointed out the risks to him. Her words were now ringing in his ears, “What if I fall in love with someone else?” she had asked. “That is a risk that is quite possible. Also what if someone falls in love with me?” Ken had kissed her and told her that it was a risk that he was prepared to take. That risk had now come to fruition. He couldn’t blame Samuel. Sandra was an easy person to love. It was inevitable that he would do so; that was his sudden realisation now. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Sandra came into the room. She was fully dressed now. She was wearing a red dress. It was loose fitting and alluring, leaving one wondering what lay underneath it. It didn’t take much stretch of his imagination to know. She would be wearing a red lacy bra and panties set with black stockings and suspenders. “Hi,” she said as she sat down next to him and took hold of his hand. “I’m not going to marry him.” Ken smiled. He knew that she loved him but he still needed to know something. “What if I wasn’t around?” he asked her, “would you marry him?” Her momentary silence answered his question. “Yes,” she responded, “If you weren’t around then I probably would. We have got quite close lately and ... well you know... “ “He’s good in bed,” Ken finished. Sandra nodded and gave his hand a squeeze. ...

... Ken found himself getting hard again. Sandra reached out and took hold of him. The feel of the fullness of her hand around him brought his erection to the full. “But I would miss all this,” she said as she began to gently stroke him. “I would miss having you around. I suppose you could say that I need both of you. Between you both you make me whole, satisfy all my needs.” Ken stroked her thigh. Through the thin material of her dress he could feel the tops of her stockings and the suspender strap. It all seemed to add to the sexual excitement. Sandra continued to stroke for a few moments and then gently guided him back on the bed. “Lie back,” she said softly. Ken lay back and closed his eyes. Her hand began to move back and forth purposefully. He began to picture them fucking together. He thought about Samuel trying to make her pregnant. He thought about them together, naked, side by side. Black skin next to white skin. Black flesh penetrating white flesh. Ken groaned loudly and his cum began to spurt over her hand. A few minutes later she picked up some tissues from the dressing table and returned to clean him. “Would you still want me around if you two were married?” he found himself asking her. Sandra lay over him and kissed him. “That goes without saying,” she told him before leaving him and returning to Samuel. Ken sat quietly on his own for a while. There was so much to think about; so much to get his head around. His mind went back to that very first time, the morning ...