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I’ll spoil the end for you, ladies: He’s always going to want you to wake him up. He’s always going to want to feast on your freshly-fucked pussy, whether you’re having bareback sex with your lover or not.
Waking your cuckold up and letting him taste you after you’ve been with another man is a wonderful treat for him. It’s the thing that can wash away any jealousy, angst, or anxiety he might have felt while you were gone. It’s a kindness, in a way.
It’s a way of letting your cuckold reclaim you. You can fuck him if you want, but chances are good you’ll just have been with someone far better and you won’t want to sully the memory of that encounter by having sex with your cuckold. Instead, sit on his face and let him taste you or get on your back and let him lick your pussy to your heart’s content.
If you want another orgasm, have him work your clit with his tongue. If your cuckold seems extra vulnerable, letting him be the last man to make you cum that night can be a way to heal any damage that might have been done to his ego. You don’t have to, of course. You’re welcome to savor the deeply pleasurable orgasm your lover gave you.
If you’re in the mood there’s nothing but upside to letting your cuckold taste you after you’ve been with someone else. Let him feast on your pussy. Let him enjoy how delicious it is.
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You don’t mind, do you sweetheart? It’s okay if I let my mind wander while you go down on me, right? It’s okay if I imagine a tall, handsome, muscular man on top of me, right? It’s okay if I close my eyes and think about someone with a big, beautiful cock fucking me while you eat my pussy, right?
Would it be okay if I thought about you cleaning me after he cums inside me? Is that too naughty? I can’t help it. It turns me on so much. It makes me so wet just to think about it.
Make me cum, sweetheart. Make me cum while I think about you cleaning another man’s load from my pussy.
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It’s nothing she asked for.
No matter how much she’s enjoying it now.
It’s important to me that you’re happy, I tell her, but I can tell she hasn’t yet understood.
The best parts of being single, combined with the best parts of having someone you love in your life.
Everything – anything you want.
I see in her eyes a glimmer of understanding.
So this isn’t about you getting something more, she says. I shake my head.
You’ll all I could ever hope for, I say.
So I could experiment and try things out, she says.
And I’d be happy for you, I say.
And if I wanted to dress up and go out on a date and wind up wherever the evening took me, she says.
I’d be here at home, waiting for you, wvenever you found your way back, I say.
She’s quiet now, thoughtful, her eyes flashing brightly as she regards my face.
After a long pause, she smiles.
How did I get so lucky? she asks.
You deserve it, I say.
restlesslibido: Tonight’s the auction. Everyone going up on the block is supposed to wear pink, in line with the charity’s branding. This is all the pink she has. The t-shirt is from a friend’s bachelorette party. It’s soft and baggy, with the word squad written across the front in silver letters. The miniskirt is something she bought herself on impulse not long after we first started dating. She wore it under a long overcoat and made sure to arrive after me, so she could watch me watch her take her jacket off. The last time she wore it was out to drinks with some people from my work, spending the entire evening chatting with my co-workers and remaining torturously out of reach. That is, until, half-mad with lust, I followed her into the candle-lit bathroom and took her against the sink. That was a year ago. Since then, it has hung, forlorn and forgotten, in the back of her closet. So what do you think? she says and she does a turn. The twinkle in her eye tells me she knows exactly what I think. It’s such a shame you won’t be able to make it, she adds, giving me a pout. Unavoidable work obligation. I grit my teeth. It is, I say, but I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time anyway. And raise lots of money, she says. Undoubtedly, I say. She gives me a chaste peck on the cheek, then turns to go. Don’t wait up, she says.
Testing the Waters
