Another Promise Made - Sex Stories

Another Promise Made

... admit it to her.

When I went back in, Cheryl wasn’t willing to accept me not answering her.

Eventually, I gave her what she wanted: open-ended permission to cuck me. Then she smiled at me and said, “I’ve already invited Tuck to come and celebrate our new agreement tonight. I knew you'd accept it. He’s going to initiate you into the society of cuckolds. I know I’ll enjoy it. I hope you do too. He was my first, and you picked him. I want him again as we start this chapter of our lives.”

This is different than the first time; then I’d thought of it as a one-time thing. Now he’ll know it’s not. I’ll be watching this time; I'll see her responding to him. God, I agreed to it, and he’ll know. This won’t be the first time he’s cucked married men. He was notorious in the old days.

At eight, Tuck rang the bell and Cheryl made me let him in. I was uncomfortable when he came in, but he was casual, like this was just a normal encounter. He shook my hand, saying, “Relax, Kevin; Cheryl wants this, and from what I can gather, you do too. The last time was a lot of fun for both of us. Having you watch this time, it’s going to make it special, extra special for me.”

He kissed Cheryl like he was already fucking her. She was kissing him back, and she was breathless. “Tuck, wow. You’re starting in high gear, aren’t you?" She looked at me and continued, “Kevin, I love you, but God, just but. I want this, and you do too. I could tell after Tuck and I finished before, that you wanted ...

... me to … to, um, cuck you. You want to see me cuckolding you. I want to start with Tuck. Let you see me with Tuck, and I’ll go on from here."

Tuck was completely casual as he continued to kiss her and started undressing her in front of me. He was in complete. control as he kissed her, moving the kiss to her neck. He was sucking on her neck, and I heard it as he pulled the zipper on her dress down. Her bra was exposed.

God, it’s like I imagined it would be. It’s a nightmare, reliving the scenes I’d seen in my mind when she was with Tuck before. I’ve heard it before, in my imagination, the noises he was making undressing her, the noises she was making in anticipation.

I’ve seen it before; in my imagination, I can’t stand it. I’ve got to leave; leave them here.

I can’t leave her here, not without seeing what Tuck does to her and how she responds. HELL!

Cheryl was standing there in front of Tuck; his hands were holding her still as he was kissing her. She was making soft mewing sounds, and she reached up to the straps on her bra, slid them off her shoulders, and exposed her breasts to him.

His kisses moved from her lips to her neck, and then to her breasts. When he got to her breasts, I could see him sucking on them, marking them again.

This time, I’m seeing it happen. He’s sucking her breasts, marking them because they belong to him now. Her tits, not her breasts. Her tits.

I closed my eyes because I couldn’t continue watching them. I knew what was going ...