Our 10th Anniversary | Part 3
Black cock craving cuckold fantasy by Deni for ‘Samarel Eros’
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Stevie didn’t dare wash his penis. Even with the ice-cold water, it wanted to waver in full erection. After awhile, though, with his whole body shivering, it began to sag, then shrink.
When stevie finally unlocked the bathroom door, he was back under control. He looked at the clock and saw that there was still time to accomplish things before bedtime.
A couple of hours later, he heard his wife’s friends leaving. Then he heard her steps coming up the stairwell. She passed the door to his at-home office and continued on into the Master Bedroom.
Shortly thereafter, he shut down his computer and went to the Master Bedroom.
Shari was standing in front of the mirror, turning back and forth as she looked at her shapely body in a short jeans skirt. Not only was it short, it rode low on her hips, Stevie noticed.
Shari smiled at him. “I’m thinking about wearing this for our date tomorrow night, baby. What do you think? See, it has a gap right here that would allow my dance partners to run their fingers down alongside my tummy and into my skirt.” She drew his hand to her belly and showed him how anyone who wanted to could put their fingers down inside her skirt and feel the side of her bunny. “And if you run your finger toward the center, you can actually touch the top of my pussy baby!”
Stevie did that, and it was true. He could feel the heat of her sex, and then, when he pushed just slightly, he could feel his wife’s turgid clittie.
Instantly, Stevie was hard again.
Shari turned in his arms and stood on her tiptoes. She kissed him as she rubbed her sex against his. Stevie could feel her nipples through the T-top she had on.
“Do you think I should wear a bra, baby? Should I be very provocative the whole night, or should I act demure and shy? Should I make them feel like they have to seduce me, or should I let them think I am an easy mark, a hussy, a loose slut?” Shari punctuated the word ‘slut’ with a hip thrust that made them both gasp.
Stevie was too far gone to be able to think rationally. Finally, he said, his voice quaking with need, "Well, honey, in my fantasy, you’re dressed normally, and we go out for a date, and for some reason you decide to turn into a gorgeous, sexy slut. All the guys try to fuck you, and finally you let them start doing things to you.”
Shari smiled to herself. “OK sweetheart. I want this to be perfect for you. May I suggest we not sleep together tonight and that you go play golf and be with your buddies all day tomorrow so that when we get ready to go out tomorrow night we have been apart all day?”
Stevie just nodded, grabbed his PJs, and left the room, heading to the guestroom in the basement. His naughty, antsy prick was rock-hard.
Neither of them slept well that night, and both dreamed of wild sex and exploding orgasms.
When Stevie returned home from his day of golf, the door to their marital bedroom was locked. There was a note taped to the outside of the door.
‘I am getting ready for tonight honey. I will be ready to go out with you, my darling husband, at 7:30 PM sharp. I made us a reservation with my friend that works at the Bunny Trap for a table that is right down close to the dance floor.
I love you.
See you soon.Your (excited) loving Wife,
ShariPS There is food to reheat in the frig so you don’t famish.
PPS Happy 10th Anniversary!!!!
PPPS I am so excited about my gift to you baby.My little bunny is so wet it is gooshy and has been most of the day.’
Stevie could hear two muted voices speaking behind the door. He put his ear against the door and could then hear the distinct sounds of two women talking to each other. But he could not recognize the second voice.
He turned and went into the guest bedroom to shower and dress for their 10th anniversary celebration.
His poor, deprived wee-wee was so sensitive that he could barely let it pass under the stream of shower water without feeling as if he might ejaculate. He washed his body as quickly as he could, standing out of the water stream whenever possible. He thought for certain he was actually going to ejaculate once when he moved to pick up the soap, and his cock accidentally moved into the prickling pulse of the shooting water. He had stayed hard the whole time he was naked; in fact his penis had been almost fully erect ever since he listened to his wife and the other woman who was with her in their bedroom.
He wondered if the woman was touching his wife, perhaps helping her dress. He wondered if the scent of his wife’s arousal was apparent to the woman, as she was there with her. He wondered if his wife had told her what was to happen this evening, what she had promised would happen, what she would allow to happen, would allow men to do to her body, in public.
He began to fantasize about his wife allowing the woman to trim her pubic hair, and to cleanse her cleft with long slender fingers, gently and tenderly, even lovingly, cleansing her as his darling wife watched, feeling each and every caring caress, each titillating touch.
His penis began to pulse, almost instantly getting close to cumming.
With great effort he started thinking about football, or golf, or racing cars, or anything besides sex. To his relief, his pee-pee slowly relaxed.
He shaved carefully, double-checking for missed whiskers, then put a tiny amount of Shari’s favorite aftershave on. He picked out the slacks and sports coat that she had purchased for him on his last birthday. She had complimented him highly on how he looked in it. He looked in the mirror at himself after he had finished.
He decided he looked good, hopefully good enough to allow his wife to know how much he was looking forward to seeing his favorite fantasy coming true.
And . . . hopefully good enough that she would continue to want him to be her husband . . .
His fears began to surface.
‘What if it’s were true? What if she likes the way the other guys make love to her . . . and made her cum really hard . . . and cum lots and . . . .’
Stevie knew that if he let his mind go in that direction, he would go nuts.
He had to trust her. He had to trust her love for him.
Still . . . he had seen all of the other guys cocks and they were all at least his size, or larger; in at least two cases, a LOT larger!
Stevie wondered if he was going to be sick to his stomach. He was getting more and more nervous.
He looked at his watch again. ‘Dang! Still ten minutes till she said she would be ready.’
He had to go potty . . . it was going to be the Hershey squirts, he could tell. He rushed as fast as he could toward the toilet, keeping his legs tight together as best he could. He started unbuckling and unzipping while he moved, clenching his butt cheeks as tight as he could.
He barely made it.
He felt it splash up onto his cheeks as it roared into the toilet below his butt. Some of it even got onto his balls, and he was sure a bunch of it got on the toilet seat.
Shari was about ten minutes late when she opened the bedroom door and smiled nervously at him. She took one look at her husband’s face and started laughing. “You’re as nervous about this as I am, baby!” she chortled.
She was dressed in a conservative dress, a buttoned jacket that covered her waist, and a white blouse (it looked knit) under it. And a long skirt, jeans material, tight. The skirt even had fake jean pockets on the back, somehow emphasizing her perfect derriere.
She whispered, “I am so gooshy, honey! WOW! Never ever been so wet before! Are all your buddies going to show up?”
She giggled as stevie took a huge gasping breath, his eyes glued to her tits, so subtle as they lurked under her jacket. But rather than answer, he could only nod as his eyes climbed from her tits to her eyes, then fell to her snugly clad hips.
She put her hands over her head and pirouetted, shimmying the girls as she came back around to face him. She grinned as she watched her husband nervously look her over.
“I think you like what you are seeing, honey!” she chuckled.
Again, her husband only nodded. He was flushed bright red and obviously tongue-tied.
Suddenly, he rushed off down the hallway in a comical waddle toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. She could hear his trousers hitting the floor, and then the sounds of a fecal explosion.
Judy stepped out into the hallway. “What was that about?”
Shari giggled. “He seems to be overly nervous. I was kind of expecting it. He tends to get the shimmies when he gets nervous like this.”
“Is he going to need to shower after that?” Judy asked.
“He should, but he will be too embarrassed to take the time. So his cute little butt will be littered with TP all night. Hopefully he won’t pull his pants down,” Shari replied.
Jamal, Hank, Jim, Julian, Gena, and Hon were all waiting outside the Bunny Trap; the men were obviously as nervous as her Stevie was. Shari smiled at all of them as she emerged, her choice of which hand to take as she rose gracefully from the rear seat of the car. She did not try to keep her legs primly together as she swiveled out of the car seat.
The men’s eyes eagerly sought a glimpse of her femininity as she slid out. Her red thong flashed in the glare, rewarding the men for their vigilance.
Stevie made a beeline for the restrooms.
Judy took the arms of Julian and Hank. Gena took the arms of Jim and Hon, leaving Shari to take the arm of Jamal. She blushed as she did so, feeling his dark, rippling bicep against the side of her plump pulchritude.
She smiled at him. “I am so glad to finally meet you, Jamal! Steve has mentioned you several times. He really enjoys playing tennis with you!”
Jamal’s voice was deep. The basso profundo sound of it seemed to vibrate her very core. “He is a worthy opponent!” he replied as his eyes held hers.
‘This is going to be a night to remember,’ Shari thought as she watched Julian’s tight little Latino ass climb the steps ahead of her.
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