Another Promise Made - Sex Stories

Another Promise Made

... when she shifted so she could look at me. “Kevin, I have a question. Um, when you made that promise, and I went with Tuck. Do you ever think about what we did that night? When Tuck and I fucked?”

I looked at her, trying to think.

Is this what I think it is? She wants Tuck again? Or she wants someone—anyone—to fuck her. I’m feeling sick.

“Uh, yes, sometimes. We haven’t talked about it, but seeing you walk out the way you did, covered with … “ I couldn’t say the word, cum. “Ah, you seemed to enjoy it, Cheryl. Did you?“ I waited for her.

“Kevin, … Kevin, what was it like for you? Knowing that he was making love to me. Hell, no, he wasn’t making love. He fucked me senseless. I want it again. I want Tuck to fuck me again. But, uh, but Kevin, more than that, more than Tuck, I want other men to … Hell, I want other men to fuck me.”

She took a deep breath and said, “I want to fuck other men. I want your permission; your promise you’ll help me. Kevin, I want to.“ She closed her eyes and shivered before saying, “I want to feel other cocks in my, um, vagina. I want to have. Damn, I just want to feel other cocks taking me and fucking me. That's what I want."

Making that promise was worse than opening Pandora’s Box. It’s worse than my worst nightmare.

“Cheryl, so are you suggesting an open marriage, or what?”

“God no, not an open marriage.”

“Okay,” I said, “you want to cheat on me then. Is that it?”

“No, no, did I cheat on you with Tuck? Did I? No, I ...

... didn't. You set it up, didn’t you? I didn’t cheat.”

This was the fear I felt the entire time—no, she wouldn’t cheat on me; she wanted to cuckold me. When I made the promise, that was the fear in the back of my mind. I might become her cuckold.

“That’s a big ask, Cheryl. I don’t know; I can’t imagine letting you do that."

“With Tuck, you wanted to watch, didn’t you? You wanted to watch.” Cheryl said. “If you could watch, sometimes? Not always, but you’ll be able to see it happen. Would that make it different?

“I don’t know.” I said, “This is coming from nowhere; I need to think. I’m not going to answer now. I don’t know if I can do it. Cheryl, let other men have access to your pussy?”

If I can watch, does that change it? What does sometimes mean? If I can watch most of the time, god yes. I didn’t realize when I made that promise that I was going to want to see it so much. I’m going to agree and submit, but I’m not giving it up easily.

God, it was my fear, but it was also what I wanted. I can tell that now. Having Cheryl fuck around on me was what I was hoping for. Can I tolerate the abasement in front of her? I can feel the shame. I think that's what I want.

That’s not what I want. Is it?

I can feel my self-image shifting. I want it. I want Cheryl to fuck other men. What the hell?

Eventually, I went back inside to Cheryl, trying to decide what I was going to say. I knew I was going to make another promise to her, this time open-ended, but I still couldn’t ...