Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... person I know. Not just book smart, but emotionally intelligent also. He said he understood and would stop asking questions.

Four days went by. I was still walking funny from the best, most vigorous fucking I had ever gotten. After dinner I grabbed a beer for both of us and asked him to sit across from me in the living room. I was not ready to cuddle in close yet, though I wanted to feel him close.

He looked apprehensive. I know I was. I began. "First of all, thank you."

He looked back questioningly.

I continued, gently. "I never knew that existed... I needed it, and I suppose you are right, I deserve it. I thought the porn videos were all faked... I thought you humping into me for a minute and spurting was it. I had no idea it could feel so fucking good, that your penis was actually small... or that a man is supposed to last so long."

I honestly was not trying to be cruel or heartless... it had been Trent who told me sex should be better. "I cannot explain to you how fantastic it felt to be stretched so much, to have all my senses overwhelmed... what multiple orgasms feel like. I am still sore, but I love it. So, thank you for starting this."

I waited for him to speak. After a long while, he did. A tear ran down his cheek. "First... not to be defensive... but I am about average. That guy was just fucking huge..."

I did not say anything. I did not know what to say. Later I would do some reading and discover Trent was average sized, maybe even a little ...

... above. But I would also discover that it turned him on a great deal to be humiliated, so I never let on. He would be "littles" from this point forward.

He spoke again, and I was happy at what had become his most important question. "Do you still love me?" His voice broke, "Do you want me to leave now that you know how lousy I am?"

I had thought about my answer to this. I knew how I felt, just not how to convey it. "I love you more than ever... and as far as I am concerned, you aren't going anywhere."

He seemed to brighten. "Are you, uh, do you love Malcolm?"

"No. I do love his dick."

He seemed shocked by the frankness of my response. "Are you going to keep... um... making love to him?"

"That is entirely up to you. And by the way, I make love to you. I FUCK Malcolm and his glorious dick."

He was trying to process what he saw as contradictions. "So I get to decide whether or not you keep fucking him?"

"Hell no."

I was being purposely obtuse, playing into his female led fantasies.

He asked what I meant, then?

I smiled. "Look. I can never go back to how we were before. You were correct, I deserve to be fucked properly, and now that I have had it, I will NOT give it up..."

I let that sink in, then continued, "I want what Malcolm gave me... but I want it from you. I cannot imagine how much better it would be if love were involved."

I could see he was excited that I still wanted HIM. But he also looked horrified, as if I had just asked him to part ...