Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven

... in my mouth. "That beautiful big hard cock belongs to someone you know, Paul. Would you still want to watch him pound me with that rock-hard cock?" I questioned.

"I suppose so," Paul answered.

I smiled at him, closed the image, and then scrolled through my contacts, pressing the call button next to Steve's name.

He answered on the second ring.

"Hi, it's Dianna. Are you busy tonight?" I asked without using his name.

"Nope, what did you have in mind?" He replied.

"I'm sitting in my kitchen with Paul; he's decided he'd like to watch me get fucked." I casually replied.

"Dianna, you've got to be kidding," he answered.

"I'm dead serious; he wants to be my cuckold," I said.

"Does he know who you're talking to?" Steve asked.

"Nope, but I showed him the picture you took of me deep-throating that big hard cock and told him it belongs to someone he knows," I admitted.

"Dianna, this is not a good idea," Steve said.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun, and besides, I've been dreaming of you pounding my tight ass hole again and tasting your sweet cum load ever since the last time," I said, hoping he'd agree to become my Bull for the night.

Steve laughed, then said, "It would certainly make for some interesting conversation Sunday on the golf course."

"I'm sure it will," I replied.

"And you're sure he's okay with this?" Steve asked.

I lifted the phone from my ear and held it toward Paul, saying, "He wants to hear it from your mouth, Paul. Are you ...

... okay with this?"

Without hesitation, Paul replied, "Go for it, dude, I wanna see what her fascination with big cocks is all about."

I brought the phone back to my ear and asked, "How soon can you be here?"

Steve replied, "Give me an hour."

I smiled broadly and replied, "See you then."

"Are you going to tell me who he is?" Paul asked as I placed my phone on the table.

"Oh no, I wanna surprise you," I answered.

"How well do I know this guy?" Paul asked.

"Well enough," I replied with a shit-eating grin on my lips.

Paul resigned himself that he'd have to wait until my lover arrived to find out who was gonna fuck his wife tonight.

"If you enjoy tonight, maybe I'll set up a second time, but that would be with a big black bull."

He giggled, then said, "So I'm the cuckold, and he's the bull. What does that make you?"

"It makes me the hot wife." I quickly answered.

"I see," he said.

"Why don't you eat? I'm going upstairs and changing into something sexy, but before I do, let me set some ground rules for you. As the cuckold, you will not be permitted to speak. Anytime you'd like, you can pull your tiny cock out and get yourself hard, but when or if you cum it'll be in your fist. Is that understood?" I said.

Paul just shook his head, yes.

"I'll be back before he gets here," I said.

I went to my bedroom, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, applied a rich red lip gloss, and then slipped into a matching black lace bra and panty set. My ...