The Family BBC - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 8

... dinner?"

"We could spend even more if we brought the kids."

"I'll ready their muzzles."

I had been kidding. George wasn't. He took the family to a sushi restaurant! Peg was adventurous enough to try the raw nigiri. Ridley made a face and ordered tempura shrimp. My stomach churned at the thought of all that grease in my son's young stomach, but he had survived a ton of junk food on his birthday.

I ordered ebi, complete with it's deep fried, whole shell. And uni, a disgusting pile of sagging meat that looked like baby poop but when fresh, tasted unlike other delicious things.

George attempted to order fugu, hoping to outdo my sushi challenge, but I instantly shot down that notion, and our server said it wasn't available on or off the menu. He then ordered, "One of each thing that has fish eggs on it."

The variety of sushi which arrived for him didn't look all that bad. Ridley made a face but soaked up all of his dipping sauce with his deep fried shrimp. I added a reminder in my phone to buy stomach medicine on our way home. The dinner bill was our largest ever.

Alone in our room that night, George and I hugged and kissed. I asked if he wanted to hear a story.

His sudden meekness surprised me. "You really like telling them, don't you?"

"I thought you were enjoying them?"

"They're really hot, but they've all been about cuckolding me."

I told a little white lie to my husband. "Um, that because-" I toyed with a lock of my hair and cast my eyes ...

... slightly down. "By telling them, they help me to cope with what I'm going through." In hindsight, I think that may have been true, but the real reason was to help him cope with my infidelity. His reactions were so far, quite positive. I took the initiative and met his gaze. "Tonight's story is about a black man. Is that going too far?"

He blinked. "That would be kinda tough, Leen, but if it helps you to process what you're going through, I would be a poor husband for not participating."

For a moment, I wondered how much my husband's previous climaxes influenced his answer, but I suspect I could have asked to snip off his toes and fingers, claim it was helping me, and he would have gladly sharpened the sheers. I kissed him again, gently and sweetly. After wonderful seconds, I pulled away smiling. "Show me your beautiful cock, Husband."

He quickly worked off his boxer-briefs. His pants were already on the floor by his side of the bed. I took hold of his semi-hard penis and gently rubbed it with an open palm. "You keep it so clean and healthy." I meant it as a compliment, but that small truth felt no longer important for lovemaking. I looked forward to sucking it, though.

"You know how to handle me, Leen." He lay on his back and relaxed into the sensation of my fingers wrapping around his erecting shaft and slowly stroking. "Hmmnn."

"You know how our Prius is larger than the Volvo, but did you realize that my car's interior is larger."

"That makes sense." George ...