Friday, March 31, 2017

Giving In


"I don't...we don't have condoms," she whispered feeling his erection rub against her wet pussy. She wasn't saying it to make him stop, not really, she was just worried things were going too far, too fast.

You just invited him for a drink, a 'get to know each other' drink to see if you clicked. You and your wife didn't expect him to be so assertive, so dominant, you thought you were in charge, not him, but here you were, in a hotel across from the restaurant, your wife naked on his lap, you sitting quietly watching, your wife's wedding rings in one of your hands.

"I don't wear condoms," he said, pulling her tightly against him.

"But we...I mean..."

"You're tested, so am I," he looked over at you, the papers were in your other hand, clean bills of health all around.

"But we...we never..."

"I don't wear condoms," he repeated, "it takes away the intimacy between the three of us, the sharing."

"But he...we haven't..." She paused, shuddered, a shudder her husband knew all too well, an orgasm, from simply rubbing against him. "He never..."

"He will," he said looking at her husband. "He'll clean you...with his mouth....tonight...every time."

"But..." She looked over at her husband, thinking he'd never agree, not that, not what he was insisting.

"Yes," her husband said, agreeing without thinking, just wanting to see him inside her, not caring the conditions.

The two of you exchanged a look, a look only a married couple could share.

Bareback, her eyes said, bareback every time

Yes, her husband's eyes said.

He wants you to lick my fucked pussy, her eyes said, bareback, full of cum, every time.

Yes, her husband's eyes said again. Yes, yes, yes.

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