A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love - Sex Stories

A Cuckold's Pleasure - Her Love

... said. She wanted it again. “Would you, could you let me watch it happen?” I waited for her to answer.

Helen sat there without answering immediately. She finally said, “I think so; it might depend on how you react. Bill, I told you how I reacted to Frank. Could you see me act like that and still love me? Seriously?”

She stopped talking for a bit, then steeled herself to continue, “That’s not the only reason. Bill, I loved being unrestrained while Frank and I were fucking and screwing each other. Mainly because I didn’t care what he might think about me later. If you’re there, I‘m not sure I can do that.” She kind of slumped as she finished.

When I encouraged her in Santa Barbara, I knew I was opening Pandora’s Box. It appears I did. I’m going to need her love to survive. Is she right that watching might be too much for us as a couple?

I just held her, and it was a few days before we could revisit it. I couldn’t leave it there. We both knew that.

“I want to see it, Helen. I want you to do it with me watching at least once. If it’s too much for me, then just once."

“There’s a guy I considered,” she whispered. "Um, I told you I thought about just doing it again. We’re both going to the training meeting in two weeks. Um, it’s on Thursday and Friday. I’d thought of seducing him at the meeting, but I’ve never approached him about it. He might be willing; he’s single, and we get along well, but letting you watch for the first time? I’d be uncomfortable with that, ...

... and I can’t imagine he’d be okay either.”

She looked at me searchingly, trying to see my reaction.

She continued, “It’s Thursday and Friday, so we’ll be back Friday afternoon. Bill, oh god, Bill, I was going to do it without telling you. I want to be fucked senseless again, but … I think I can do it with you watching on Friday. Wes will say yes, I’m sure. Um, almost sure. Maybe? Will you let it happen that way? See us on Friday; watch us on Friday. God, I’m going to have to ask him up front, aren’t I? I can’t wait until we leave, can I? I'm going to have to ask now.”

Without thinking, I nodded. There was silence until I asked, “When will you ask him? When will we know?"

She answered, "Tomorrow, I’ll ask Wes, then it’s up to him.”

I kissed her, and then I just held her, and we just stayed like that for a long time, holding each other.

Am I going to regret this? I hope not. I really hope not.

The next day, on the way home, I could hardly control my impatience. I forced myself to drive normally. When I got home, Helen was there. I kissed her and waited to see if she had an answer.

“I talked to Wes,” she said, “Um, I talked to him at lunch, and it was a surprise; he seemed interested but needed to think. Anyway, that’s what he said. He caught me as we were leaving work, and we talked some more.

“He’s nervous about Friday. Hell, he wants you in a chair well restrained, so you can’t interrupt or attack him. He’s never done this before, and well, otherwise, ...