Through These Eyes - Part I - Sex Stories

Through These Eyes - Part I

... cumming when it was only halfway inside her. I had used Platinum Wet again and she was eager to have that eleven-inch monster inside her. She had five orgasms before I had bottomed it out inside her and then she had three more. When I pulled it out of her it was coated with what she called her, “girly cum”, that she had me lick off the dildo. Then she told me, “Put it in your mouth and suck the rest of my cum off of it and pretend its Mike’s cum.” I didn’t hesitate to clean it off as she jacked me off before I set the dildo down on the nightstand and then I fucked her. She seemed preoccupied and I knew she was thinking about Mike. --- The next week was not easy for me. On Tuesday night I dreamed Livvy and Mike went to bed and he fucked her and she loved it, begging him to fuck her harder. I questioned myself whether I was crazy to put her into a sexual situation with him. I didn’t like him. He was condescending, sarcastic and contemptuous towards me even while I offered him an opportunity to fuck my wife. I purposely passed on a couple of evenings with Livvy even though I knew she’d wanted us to have sex. I thought about Mike again. No other man had been as bold with her as he’d been or had her luscious tits in the palms of his hands while he tweaked her excited nipples as he’d done. No other man had made her cum so many times on his fingers and left her pussy dripping with desire. He’d told her he could please her and teach her to enjoy the joys of womanhood in ways I ...

... never had. He’d told her after he fucked her that whenever I fucked her she’d pretend I was Mike. I found Livvy an especially revealing keyhole mini dress that clung to her body like a second skin at Priscilla’s on Wednesday afternoon. The whole dress was virtually see-thru and I laughed when I paid for it. The less the dress the more it cost. When Livvy tried it on she loved it and I felt a little bad. When I’d purchased it I’d thought that the dress was just what Mike would like to see my wife in. When it came time to get ready to go to the club on Friday evening Livvy said, “Sweetheart?” Her tone called for my full attention as if she was struggling with something. I kept my nose in the computer and tried to appear occupied. “Marc?” “Mmmm?” “Honey, why don’t we skip Sans Souci tonight? We could stay home and have a quiet relaxing evening together. Or…maybe not so relaxing or quiet… if you want to that is.” “That’s a lovely idea, Baby, but you know I had my heart set on you wearing the new outfit I got you to Souci and seeing you twist on the dance floor and draw those hungry stares from all the men tonight. You know how that excites me watching you soak up and enjoying all that male attention. I tell you what. Let’s go for a while, and maybe we can make it an early night. Meantime, I want you to push it to the max this evening, okay? Let it all hang out. I mean you’ll be doing it for me in addition to having a blast for yourself. Okay?” There was confusion on her face. “But ...