My Husband's Boss - Marcel 2 - Sex Stories

My Husband's Boss - Marcel 2

... to ask that. He understood what I was asking immediately. He kicked it back to me by asking, “Is that something you want? Do you want Dave to be aware of what we’re doing? Watch us fuck?” He paused before continuing, “What about work? He works for me; can he handle it? I guess a parallel question is, can I handle it?"

His tongue was in my slit on my clitoris. My brain quit working until I finally came. When I'd recovered, he asked, “What do you think, Susan? You're closer to the problem. If Dave and I have problems, I think I could get him hired somewhere else; for you, it’s different.”

The thought of Dave seeing me get fucked, fucked by Marcel, made me tingle. The thought of Dave hearing me scream with Marcel's cock inside made me feel weird. I wasn’t sure if it was a good weird or a bad weird. I ended up saying, “Let’s think about it.”

I spent the next two hours being fucked until I couldn’t think.

When I got home, Dave was in bed, but he insisted on eating my cunt. It seemed he was looking for the taste of Marcel’s cum in me.

That made me shiver, just thinking that Dave wanted to taste cum, in my cunt. If I let him watch, I could give him a fresh, warm cream pie right out of the oven. He’d love it, or maybe not. Which would it be?

I went down on Dave's cock, sucking it, and played with his cock and his balls until he came into my mouth. I moved up and gave him an open-mouthed kiss, sharing the cum I was holding. This was so erotic, and we’d never done ...

... this before. I’d never done it with anyone. It was fun, and I think Dave enjoyed it.

As we lay there in bed, I was picturing Marcel fucking me with Dave watching open-mouthed in shock. The image in my head kept changing until it focused on me on the bed, with my legs spread wide, kissing Marcel. His cock was touching my cunt, and Dave was suddenly naked with his cock in his hand. God, it was smaller than in real life, and he was stroking it, his eyes wide open. When Marcel’s cock was pushing into my cunt, I saw Dave explode with masses of cum all over me. There was more cum than I’d ever seen, but it completely missed Marcel.

I finally went to sleep, feeling Dave cum on me. When I woke, we were both naked, but there was no cum. The dream had implanted itself in my mind.

What did I want? I need to talk to Marcel.

He was out of town, and I waited until Monday to set up a talk. I made it clear that it was to talk, not fuck. We met at Marcel’s place, and I explained my question. Could I risk my marriage by letting him watch? So far, I hadn’t made him face the fact that I was fucking other men for something he couldn’t give me. Not really. He knew, but he could pretend to himself that he didn’t.

Of course, he wouldn’t give me an answer. He wouldn’t give me the answer I wanted. I wanted my lover and my fucker. May they never meet. Or was that true? Could I have both? Could Dave watch me?

How could I introduce Dave to my fucker? How could I make him watch?

I was ...