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Playing with Fire - Part 4
🕑 Added 2022-08-29 05:45:33 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
It's Friday night. You've taken your wife to a new restaurant that a friend recommended. The atmosphere is romantic and she looks exquisite in a little black dress that shows off her breasts in the most wondrous manner. Even better, she wore that dress for a date last weekend. She wore it for another man, for a man that then took her back to his place and fucked her twice.
"You keep staring at my breasts," she says with a smile.
You draw your eyes from her chest - she's right, you were staring - and reply, "Sorry about that. That dress is so sexy and your breasts look so good."
"Are you thinking about the fact that I went out on a date in this dress?" she asks.
"Yes," you answer.
"And that we fooled around a little in his car, and that while we fooled around he played with my breasts in this dress, that he took advantage of how low cut it is to slip a hand into my dress and touch me in the most arousing way?" she asks.
You nod, in part because you suddenly find it somewhat difficult to speak. Your wife is being more generous than usual when it comes to teasing you - in the best way possible, of course - about her date.
She laughs softly. "I have to admit, I like that look on your face. The one that makes it seem like you're hanging on every word I'm saying, and that every word I'm saying is just about the most thrilling thing you've ever heard."
"When you talk like that, I can't help but feel that thrill," you reply.
"Sometimes, I forget just how much your fantasy turns you on," she says.
After a few moments of silence you ask, "Does it ever bother you? How much it turns me on, I mean?"
She looks down at the table for a handful of seconds and you take the opportunity to once again stare at her cleavage. Her breasts look truly exquisite and your mind immediately jumps to what your wife described. You see her kissing him. You see his hand move into her dress. You imagine her moaning as he takes her breast in his hand and fondles the flesh in pursuit of their mutual pleasure.
"I wouldn't say it bothers me," she answers. "Sometimes, though, it does feel like you're a different man than the one I thought I knew so well. Sometimes it seems like you're so turned on that you're kind of lost in your head."
You know what she's talking about. You do get lost in your head a little, though it's not because you're so turned on. It's because you can't help but fantasize about a different version of how things would play out. You fantasize about your wife letting you go down on her after she's been on a date. You fantasize about her explicitly telling you that you're incapable of satisfying her. You fantasize about her insulting your cock.
"Sorry for the delay," a familiar voice says. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
You look up and your chest tightens. Emily is standing next to your table. For a few moments you think the worst has come to pass, that she's here to ruin your marriage, to tell your wife what you've been doing with her, to blow up your life.
She's not, though. She's holding a pen and pad in her hand. She's wearing a white button up shirt and black slacks. She's your waitress. As you process all of this, you stare up at her without saying a word.
"Sir?" Emily asks. "Is everything okay?"
"Wine," you say as you try to calm down and do your best to act normal. You take a deep breath, offer a friendly smile, and add, "We'll have a bottle of red wine. I'm no expert, though, so perhaps you could pick something for us? I believe we're both having steak, so maybe something that works well with beef?"
"Excellent," Emily says. "I'll be back soon with a bottle. Would you like any water, as well?"
"That would be lovely," your wife replies.
Emily turns and walks away. You stare for just a few moments as you think of the fun you've had with her. It's almost as if you can taste her pussy on your tongue, for she's the one that made your fantasy come true. She fed you her pussy not long after someone else had fucked her. She degraded you while you ate her out. She offered you a kind of pleasure your wife simply isn't willing to offer. Of course, thinking about that while sitting across the table from your wife brings up a great deal of guilt.
"Honey?" your wife asks. "Are you okay? You kind of froze up there. You looked like you'd seen a ghost."
"Yeah, absolutely," you reply. "Honestly, I just had this weird wave of indigestion and I didn't want to burp right in front of the waitress." It's a flimsy excuse, but your wife seems to believe it. As far as she's concerned, you have no reason to lie, so why wouldn't she believe you?
Emily returns with your drinks just a few minutes later. She pours you both a glass of red wine and waits for your approval as you take a sip. You offer that approval and she takes your appetizer orders - it's date night so you're going all out - and says she'll be back soon to take your entrée orders.
You've calmed down. Emily doesn't seem to have any interest in upending your life. It seems that you've simply had a bit of bad luck in ending up at the restaurant where she happens to work.
After Emily walks away you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Your heart is still pounding a little as you walk down the narrow, dark hallway. You push on the men's room door and as you step inside someone walks in right behind you.
You turn and see Emily as she quickly shuts the door and locks it. "What are you doing?" you ask.
She smiles, pushes away from the door and saunters towards you as you back up until you're standing against the cool, tiled wall on the other side of the remarkably elegant-looking bathroom. "Your wife is beautiful," she says. "I can see why she has no trouble finding men to fuck her, though I'm not entirely sure I understand why she's married to you, cuck. What could you possibly have done to convince a beautiful woman like that to let you put a ring on her finger? I think we both know it had nothing to do with your ability to fuck her, did it? You couldn't fuck that beautiful woman out there to a good orgasm if your life depended on it."
"N...no, I couldn't," you say as your pulse races.
Emily stops in front of you and grasps your cock. "Look at that. Your little dick is stiff. Why is that?"
"Because...because that dress my wife is wearing, she wore it for a date last week. Someone else...another man, she wore it for him," you answer.
"Pathetic," Emily says as she leans closer. "You're fucking pathetic. Your little dick is hard as a rock because your wife let someone else enjoy her cunt, because she wore that dress to impress him, to arouse him, to ensure he wanted to pound her cunt like she needed."
"Yes," you say.
Emily leans in and kisses your neck. You know you shouldn't let her do that. You know you should tell her to stop, but you're powerless. "My shift just started," she says softly. "You're my first table, in fact. Do you know what I was doing before my shift started? Right before, in fact."
"No," you answer.
"I got fucked," Emily says.
You know you shouldn't want Emily to offer you a chance to eat her pussy. You know it's insane to want that with your wife sitting at your table. And yet, you want it. You're not thinking clearly. You're driven by desire. You're driven by a wild sense of lust. You want nothing more than to sink to your knees in front of Emily. You say nothing, though.
"He's the one guy I fuck that's allowed to cum inside me," she continues.
You feel your cock throb at the idea of getting to lick her messy pussy. You've always fantasized about being granted that privilege, but you know your wife would never allow it. You know she wouldn't even consider it.
"He always makes me suck his cock before he'll fuck me," she says. "Though I love sucking his cock, just like I bet your wife loves sucking the cocks of the men that actually satisfy her. What woman wouldn't love giving head to a man that fucks her so well that she can't help but cum all over his dick?"
Emily's lips are achingly close to yours. All you can think about is how they were wrapped around another man's cock not that long ago.
"I'll bet you'd love to kiss me right now, wouldn't you cuckold?" she asks.
You nod.
"You don't deserve to kiss me," she says. "You don't deserve to kiss the lips that gave another man pleasure. You don't deserve to feel my tongue in your mouth. That's far too intimate a pleasure for a little bitch like you."
"I know," you answer.
"Do you want to lick my messy cunt?" she asks. "Do you want to put your tongue in my pussy and taste his fucking cum, you pathetic little cuck bitch?"
"Yes," you answer. "Please, Emily, let me taste your pussy. Let me taste him. Please, I'm desperate."
She releases your cock, steps back, and laughs. "I know you are. You're a desperate, pathetic little bitch. Your wife is out there waiting for you to come back and all you want is to get on your knees so you can eat my sloppy, cum-filled cunt."
"Please," you say. You know you sound pathetic, but you can't help it. You're desperate. You really are.
Emily unbuttons her pants, but she doesn't pull them down. Instead, she slips a hand into her panties. You think of her fingers penetrating her slippery, cum-filled pussy and you dream of being able to suck them clean, of getting a small taste of the humiliation you crave.
Emily pulls her hand from her panties. She holds up her fingers. Two of them are slick with the juices - and cum - from her pussy. "Is this what you want?" she asks. "Do you want to suck my fingers clean, cuck?"
"Yes," you answer.
Emily steps closer. She holds her fingers in front of your lips. She smiles. You lean forward to try and take her fingers in your mouth, but she pulls them back. She laughs at your desperation.
"You're such a fucking cum slut," she says. "Such a desperate, pathetic little cuck. You'd do anything to taste the mess from my pussy, wouldn't you?"
You nod.
"Do you realize how pathetic that is? You're begging for the chance to taste a stranger's cum. You're disgusting. You're nothing but a disgusting little pig of a man. You don't know anything about him. You just know that I let him pound my pussy and pump his load deep inside me. That's all you need to know though, isn't it? He came inside me, so you want to taste his seed. You want to suck it off my fingers like some worthless little cum whore," she says.
"Yes," you say.
Emily grabs a handful of your hair and pins your head against the wall. "Open up," she demands. You open your mouth and she unleashes a devilish smile and pushes her fingers into your tongue. "Suck them clean, you pathetic little pig."
You suck her fingers clean. You taste his cum on your tongue. Your knees wobble from the pleasure as your loins tingle with intense desire. Emily starts to slowly fuck your mouth with her fingers. In and out they go. She pushes them a little deeper each time. You gag just a little. Your eyes water. She maintains a tight grip on your hair. You take what she's willing to give.
Emily pulls her fingers from your mouth, buttons her pants back up, and says, "That's all you get, cuck. Though, who knows, if I'm feeling generous I might add a little of his cum to your meal. Would you enjoy that? Would you enjoy a little salty cum on your steak, or in your mashed potatoes?"
"Yes," you say.
"I want you to make sure you eat your wife's pussy good tonight, cuck," she instructs. "Make sure you make her cum hard while you think about what I gave you, about sucking my fingers clean like a worthless cum whore. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," you answer.
"And I expect a generous tip," she says.
"Of course," you reply.
Emily smiles, turns, and walks out of the bathroom. You step into a stall, unzip, and wait for your cock to soften a little before emptying your bladder and returning to your table.
The rest of dinner goes off without a hitch. You order the mashed potatoes as a side with your steak. Emily offers a knowing look when she brings your plate to the table. They taste a little saltier than usual. You're not sure, but you think there's a chance she added a stranger's cum to them before serving them. The idea thrills you, leading to an erection sprouting under the table.
You tip generously, just as you promised you'd do. You and your wife walk hand-in-hand to the valet stand and you offer your ticket. She kisses you on the cheek as the young man runs off to get your car. You put your arm around your beautiful wife and she kisses your neck. She lets out a soft moan and your cock comes to life once more.
"Kiss me," she says.
You turn and stare into your wife's eyes. You kiss her. You're surprised when she offers her tongue, but you welcome it into your mouth.
"He kissed me outside the restaurant last week," she says softly.
"Was it a good kiss?" you ask.
She nods.
"Was it better than the kiss we just shared?" you ask. You can't help yourself. You know your wife almost never offers up even a hint of humiliation, but you feel so desperate for it after Emily primed you in the bathroom.
"Yes," she says. She studies your eyes as you experience the intense pleasure that one simple word can make you feel. "He's a very good kisser, but it was more than that."
"Really?" you ask.
She nods. She seems hesitant, but then she says, "He's bigger than you. Taller, more muscular, more masculine. He took me in his arms when he kissed me. It felt good. It made me feel more like a woman. It made me feel the way I like feeling when I'm with a man. It turned me on."
She's never really talked like this before, not about one of her dates. You're not sure what's changed, but you like it. "And when I kissed you tonight...you didn't feel the same way."
She shakes her head. Again she seems hesitant and she even looks away for a moment.
"Can you feel that I'm hard?" you ask.
"Yes," she says as her gaze returns to yours.
"The fact that he kissed you better, or that you were more turned on kissing him...I really like that. It really turns me on," you say.
Your wife studies your face for a few moments and says, "I know."
"You don't mind?" you ask.
"No," she says.
"I want to go down on you," you say.
She smiles. "Right here?"
You laugh softly. "Well, I'd enjoy that, but I'm not crazy."
She reaches up to caress your face as the valet pulls up in your car. "I have a better idea," she says. "Let's get in the car."
You open the door for your wife and she gets in. You tip the valet and get in the driver's seat. She has her phone out. You can see she's making a call.
"Hey," your wife says. "Can I come over?"
You put the car in drive as you ponder the idea that your wife has just called one of the guys she fucks.
"Okay," she says. "I'll see you soon."
She opens her maps app and types in an address. You turn in the direction the app instructs. She hasn't said anything, but you know what's happening. You know that you're driving your wife to go fuck another man. You've never done this before. You're not sure what changed her mind about letting you be a little more involved, but you don't care. You feel only the purest, most perfect kind of excitement.
"Do you know what's happening?" she asks.
"Am I driving you to someone's house so you can fuck him?" you reply.
"Yes, you are," she says. "Is that okay?"
"That's better than okay," you reply. "It's really exciting."
"You can wait in his driveway or you can go somewhere else, or drive around and I'll text you to come pick me up," she says.
"Okay," you reply.
It's not long before you pull into the driveway of a lovely house. Your wife leans over, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and gets out. She heads towards the front door and a tall, good-looking man greets her. He pulls her into his arms and they share a long, lingering kiss before stepping into the house.
Your heart is pounding and your cock is hard as a rock as you sit in the driveway. Your wife is about to get fucked. She's in that house and she's going to have another man's cock inside her before long. She'll probably go down on him, too. Your fantasy is playing out behind his front door. You've never been so close to it. You're not sure why, but it seems like your wife has changed, as if she's loosened up a little.
A light comes in a room at the far end of the house. You see her silhouette through the curtains. You see his too. He takes her in his arms. They kiss. The curtains make it so you can't make out any of the details, but you're witnessing more than you've ever seen before and it's intensely erotic.
You see him pick her up. He leans forward and their silhouettes disappear. He must have set her in the bed. He's that much closer to fucking your wife. If they weren't on the second floor you'd likely get out of the car and approach the window to see if you could spy. They are, though, which means all you can do is sit there and fantasize.
That's what you do. You fantasize about your wife getting fucked in the house you're parked in front of. You fantasize about him going down on her and her giving him a blowjob. You fantasize about the positions they use. You picture her on top. You picture her on her back with her legs wrapped around him. You picture her having doggystyle sex. You see it all in your mind and your dick remains stiff throughout all the beautiful fantasizing.
Thirty minutes after stepping into his house, your wife comes out. She shares another lingering kiss with him and they say goodbye. Your eyes are glued to your wife as she saunters towards the car and gets in. She closes the door and turns towards you. Neither of you says a word as your eyes wander over her body while you can't help but think about the fact that the beautiful woman sitting next to you just had sex with another man.
She reaches over. Her fingers find your stiff cock. She smiles and strokes you through your slacks. "You're so hard," she says.
"Yes, I am," you reply. "I've been hard the entire time you were in there."
She seems both delighted and surprised by that fact. "The entire time? Really?"
"Yes," you say. "I couldn't stop thinking about you fucking him. I just kept picturing it. It was such a turn on."
Again you see a hesitant look on her face, like she's not entirely confident in the wisdom of what she's about to say. "If you could...right now, if you could do anything, what would you do?" she asks. "With me, I mean."
"I'd go down on you," you answer. You know it's not the answer she wants to hear, but it's what you want. It's what your wife has never given you, but it's what you crave so desperately.
"So...you'd rather go down on me than have sex with me?" she asks.
"Yes," you answer. "I know that's weird. But...yes, I'd rather lick your pussy than have sex with you."
She leans towards you, but she doesn't offer a kiss. Instead, she climbs into the backseat. You turn and watch as she leans against the door, pulls her dress up around her waist, and spreads her legs. She's not wearing any panties, and there's just enough moonlight streaming through the windows that you can see her glistening pussy lips.
"Wait...are you...are you saying that I can..." you stammer.
"Yes," she says. "I...I know this is what you want."
"But...but you said it makes you uncomfortable, that it's weird," you say.
"I know I did," she replies. "And I know that made you feel bad. Let's just say I'm willing to try something new. So...if you want to do this, now's the time."
You crawl into the backseat. You move between her legs. Her pussy looks even better in close up. You look up at your wife and ask, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she says. "You can...you can lick my pussy."
You kiss her thigh. You kiss it over and over. You're literally inches from the thing you've craved for years and you can't believe how hard your heart is pounding and your stiff your dick feels.
"Did he...was it good?" you ask. "The sex. Was it good?"
She smiles. "It was great. It's always great with him. This was...it was better than usual, actually. He...he fucked me so good, baby. He made me cum so hard."
She seems a little nervous - this doesn't come naturally to her - but she's trying, and you know that she's trying for you. She wants this to be exciting. She wants this to be what you crave.
You stare at her pussy - her wet, freshly-fucked pussy - and then plunge your tongue inside her. You taste the condom, just like you did when Emily let you taste her pussy after getting fucked. It's better with your wife, though. Of course it is. She's the one that's cuckolding you. She's the one you love. It's so much better. You feel your desire grow. You feel your cock throb hard in your pants as you tongue her slippery cunt.
You moan into her pussy. You can't help it. It's just so thrilling, so erotic, to finally be given a chance to taste her after someone else has been inside her. Your wife puts a hand on your head. She applies no pressure, but it feels good. You moan in response. You plunge your tongue deeper inside her.
"Does that feel good?" she asks. "Is this what you wanted?"
You look up. "Yes. It is. Thank you. Thank you for letting me do this."
She smiles and you return to her pussy. You plunge your tongue inside her one more. You savor the tastes you discover. There's a hint of the condom. There's the sweetness of her juices. There's a bit of sweat. The distinct smell of sex fills your nose as you devour her pussy.
"That feels good," she says.
You're not sure if she really means that or if she's simply humoring you, but in the moment you don't really care. You love that she's encouraging you, that she's giving you a lovely gift like that.
"Baby, will you...will you make me cum?" she asks.
You turn your attention to her clit without hesitation. She unleashes a much louder moan. She wasn't just encouraging you. She's enjoying herself. Something has changed. You're not sure why, but your wife is not only open to you tasting her pussy after someone else has fucked her, but it's going to make her cum. What an incredible treat.
You make your wife cum. You eat her freshly-fucked pussy in the backseat of your car - parked outside his house - and you make her cum. She grabs your head with both hands and holds it tight when she orgasms. She loses herself in it. You feel like you're getting a preview of what it's like when another man is inside her, when she's completely surrendered to her desire for pleasure and given him her body.
"Was that good?" you ask as you look up at your wife.
She smiles. "That was so much better than I thought it would be." She runs her fingers through your hair as her smile seems to brighten a little more. Then she asks, "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes," you say.
"You should fuck me," she says.
"Really?" you ask.
"Yes, really," your wife says. "You should fuck me right now."
You sit back on your knees and unzip your pants. Your wife scoots her hips forward as you free your cock. She pulls you close and you find your way inside her. You're not sure why she's suddenly had a change of heart where certain elements of your fantasy are concerned, but you don't care. Her pussy feels better than it ever has as you slide into her. She wraps her legs around you. You fuck her hard and fast. You pursue your pleasure vigorously.
"Does that feel good?" she asks.
"Fuck...yes," you answer.
You kiss. Her tongue is active and eager in your mouth. She kisses your neck and moans. You fuck her a little faster as you feel your orgasm approaching.
"He felt..." she begins before hesitating. "His cock felt better inside me."
You cum. You cum hard. You cum so hard that your toes curl and you get lightheaded. You can't believe your wife just uttered those words. You can't believe she just granted you that pleasure. She holds you tight as you orgasm inside her. She kisses your neck.
"Thank you," you say.
"You're welcome," she replies.
You've just had one of the best nights of your life. You can only hope you'll get to enjoy another night just like it.
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