Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven

... excitement began to build as I stretched my thigh-high stockings up my legs and slipped into the same black stilettos that I'd worn to Jerry's place. I couldn't wait to see the expression on Paul's face when he realized that the Bull who was going to fuck me silly and fill my mouth with his thick creamy cum load was also his golfing buddy.

As I descended the stairs, I noticed a car turn into our driveway. Steve was a few minutes early, but I was ready, even if my cuckold husband, Paul, wasn't.

I waited at the bottom of the stairs for Steve to approach the front door. He knocked lightly, and as I crossed the foyer, I heard Paul's chair slide on the tile floor in the kitchen.

"Hi, Dianna," he said as I opened the door. His grin broadened when he saw how I was dressed.

"Hey, lover," I answered as I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a welcome kiss.

In an almost inaudible tone, Steve said, "Are you sure about this?"

"It's what he wants," I softly replied.

Steve looked beyond me toward the kitchen just as Paul exclaimed, "Are you fucking kidding me!"

I turned toward him, took Steve's hand in mine, and, as we slowly walked toward him, said, "You had no clue?"

Paul had a dumbfounded look on his face as he answered, "You're fuckin my wife, Steve."

"I didn't know she was your wife until last Sunday before we left for the course," he explained.

"He's telling the truth, Paul," I added.

Paul sarcastically replied, "Well, you know now, and ...

... you're gonna fuck her again tonight."

"If you're not okay with that, I can." Steve began to say, but I stepped between the two of them.

With one hand resting on Paul's chest and the other extended toward Steve, I said, "I'm gonna suck his big hard cock and have him fuck my tight ass and wet cunt, and you're going to watch."

I turned fully toward Paul, placed both hands on his chest, and said, "You go into the family room, sit in your chair, and get ready."

He took a couple of steps backward and reluctantly turned and walked back through the kitchen and into the family room.

"We can still call this off, Dianna," Steve suggested.

"If we did, it wouldn't change the fact that two Sundays ago, we fucked each other's brains out, and he's seen all those photos you took," I replied.

"I guess you're right," he answered.

I moved close to him and felt between his thighs; his cock was flaccid, and as I lightly stroked it, I said, "Let's go in there and show him how his hot wife gets a real man aroused."

As we crossed the kitchen, Steve removed his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. His hand was resting on the small of my back, but when we appeared in the doorway to the family room, he dropped it and gave one ass cheek a gentle squeeze, letting me know he was okay with what was about to happen.

Paul was sitting in his chair, and as Steve and I entered the room, he turned his head toward us.

I stopped directly in front of him, then turned to face ...