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Subject: Re: Old & Good "Changes" by Javahead (cuckold)
Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 11:17:45 -0600
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Hey, a425couple, did you run out of stories? What you've posted is
better than the crap by the "Story Archiver" who keeps posting the
same, LAME, worn-out stories here for YEARS! Please post some new of
you have them. BTW, appreciate your work!
On Tue, 9 Dec 2008 11:08:25 -0800, "a425couple"
<a425couple@hotmail.com> wrote:
>(this one at least dates back to August 5, 1996
>often reposted, sadly without credit to author.)
>
> Changes
> by Javahead
>
>
>My wife was always sexually conservative.
>
>
>Though she had dated regularly in high school and college, when I met
>her she was still a virgin.
>
>
>Although she remained shy about discussing sex, our first few years of
>marriage taught me that she was far from frigid. Indeed, she loved to
>tease me, as long as we were alone. Even nicer, the longer we were
>together the more her sex drive increased.
>
>
>Through all of that, though, she retained a certain essential shyness.
>For me, she would wear sexy lingerie, but only in the house - never when
>going out. Though she loved it when I ate her cunt, I learned to never
>suggest it unless she was already hot - she was embarrassed that she
>could loose control so easily. And though she loved it when I told her
>my fantasies, and even loved to tease me about her numerous imaginary
>boyfriends, she would just blush and hug me when I asked her about what
>turned *her* on.
>
>
>I don't want to sound as if I'm complaining - she's loving, sexy, and
>very willing in bed. It was just that she was a little - bland -
>sometimes.
>
>
>***
>
>
>One activity she *did* like, though, was teasing me. She has a very
>playful side, and teasing me is her way of indulging it. Usually, I
>will retaliate by reading her sex stories from men's magazines - the
>game is to see who loses their self control first.
>
>
>The night I shocked her was typical, really: she started out teasing,
>and I retaliated. Her ploy was one of her favorites - the mythical
>boyfriend who had just left when I got home.
>
>
>". . . if you'd been just a little earlier, you would have found us
>still in bed. What would you have done if you found your wife making
>love with another man?"
>
>
>"Wait till he finished, and take you again, twice as hard!"
>
>
>"You wouldn't be jealous?" Her voice rose.
>
>
>"Not really - just very, very, horny."
>
>
>"You don't love me?" She sounded shocked, and worried.
>
>
>"I love you very much. Why do you think I don't?"
>
>
>"You said you'd *like* to find me with another man - and you wouldn't be
>jealous! How could you say that? What *would* make you jealous?"
>
>
>"Honey, I was just being truthful - seeing you with another man probably
>*would* make me horny. Now if I thought you would *leave* me for
>another man, I'd be as jealous as you'd like - more jealous, probably."
>
>
>"You're *kinky* - the idea turns you on!"
>
>
>"Well, yes, it does - why else are you so wet?"
>
>
>"I *want* you, you idiot!"
>
>
>The rest of the evening, we were too involved for any serious
>conversation.
>
>
>***
>
>
>The idea seemed to persist, though - she kept bringing the conversation
>back around to it when we weren't in bed, and I had to think through why
>the idea turned me on. It soon became evident that though she was
>shocked, it turned her on a great deal, too. Not that I expected we
>would ever *do* it, but it became one of the standard stories I'd
>whisper in her ear in bed.
>
>
>Even as a fantasy, though, she had limits - the thought of having me
>watch her turned her on, but I had to make it seem real, and safe, for
>her to cut loose. We may have had one of the only safe-sex-only,
>condoms-not-optional, joint fantasies on record.
>
>
>This was fun, but we both knew this was only a fantasy. After all, this
>was the woman that would never appear in public braless, and wore a one-
>piece suit to the beach. Still, it added a little bit of spice to our
>sex life, so why not?
>
>
>***
>
>
>When our fifteenth anniversary rolled around, we decided to really
>celebrate - fly to Las Vegas and stay a week, just the two of us. Even
>though neither of us gambles a lot, we enjoy the shows, the restaurants,
>and the charged atmosphere.
>
>
>The first couple of nights were fun. We gambled a little, enjoyed a
>famous entertainer's show the first night, and a large revue the second.
>The third night, though, was our anniversary. I made reservations in
>one of the best restaurants in town; afterwards, we would go dancing.
>
>
>I'd brought my best evening clothes just for this, while she had bought
>a new dress just for the occasion. When the time came to dress, she
>took over the bathroom and left me to fend for myself outside. I was
>just finishing my tie when she came back out.
>
>
>My first reaction was shock - she was gorgeous, as always, but also
>very, very, sexy. Usually, her dresses are camoflage - attractive,
>stylish, but modest. She is short and slender, but she has a lovely
>figure if she would ever show it. Tonight, she had.
>
>
>"Attractive" and "stylish" might still apply, but "modest" certainly did
>not. This was more like the setting on a jewel - intended to draw the
>eye.
>
>
>Her long, dark, hair swept down over her bare shoulders. That low-cut
>dress would make it hard to find a bra to fit; it was rather evident
>that she hadn't. The dress was clingy, but almost floor length; any
>suspicion of modesty was canceled by the slit that almost reached her
>left hip.
>
>
>She stood still for a moment, enjoying my reaction. With an impish
>smile, she then raised her skirt to show me that she was wearing a
>garter belt and hose, with a tiny, frilly panty underneath. Then I
>looked again, and gasped, when I realised that she was wearing
>open-crotch panties, tied closed with three little bows. It took an act
>of will to keep from ravishing her then and there.
>
>
>Over dinner, we flirted. She'd already admitted she'd never dare wear
>that dress at home, but here nobody knew us, and she revelled in the
>longing glances she got from other men (and the envious ones from other
>women).
>
>
>After dinner, we went the dance lounge in our hotel. If anything, the
>attention she was drawing increased; though her cheeks were flushed, she
>was loving every minute of it. Though we danced mostly together, we
>each took a few turns with other partners; she, at least, could have had
>a new partner for every dance.
>
>
>After a couple of hours, we were dancing a slow one. As we held each
>other, I whispered a quiet "I love you" in her ear. She just smiled
>back. When the music ended, she pulled me back to our table.
>
>
>"Present time" she told me.
>
>
>I was a little startled - I had given her my gift, a gold bracelet,
>before we went out. I stammered.
>
>
>She grinned at me, her patented, naughty-little-girl grin, and
>continued:
>
>
>"No, silly, mine to *you*. I want you to go back up to our room and
>read the card on your pillow - I wanted to surprise you and it was too
>big to hide."
>
>
>Now I was curious. From long experience, I knew that questioning would
>only extend the time till she told me - she loves to stage manage
>surprises. I gave her a kiss, and headed upstairs.
>
>
>The card didn't clear very much up. It just said:
>
>
>"Hide in the closet, but leave the door open a crack. Keep quiet. Love
>you - A."
>
>
>I was *really* curious now. That was probably her intention - teasing
>carried one step further. I silently vowed that tonight she'd get a
>fucking she'd *never* forget.
>
>
>It seemed like hours before I heard the door opening. I was about ready
>to leap out and grab her when I realized that she was not alone. A
>bellboy, perhaps? I settled down and waited to be called. When the door
>closed, I saw that her companion was one of the men she'd been dancing
>with. Surely, she couldn't really be planning to . . .
>
>
>Surely, she could. I heard her tell him "Hurry! My husband will be back
>in an hour or so!"
>
>
>When he pulled her towards him, she responded eagerly. I nearly
>exploded when he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor -
>his gasp masked mine as he took her body in.
>
>
>She had his clothes off equally fast. I had to stifle a giggle when she
>slipped a condom on him - she *was* following our fantasy scenario.
>That may have been the last straw as far as far as he was concerned,
>though - a moment later he had undone the bows on her panties and had
>the crotch open.
>
>
>Even over in the closet, I could see that the material was soaked, and
>could smell her arousal. He got the full benefit of it. He growled
>deep in his chest, scooped her up, and carried her to the bed.
>
>
>She wiggled around, slightly, to give me a better view, and spread her
>legs wide. Even from the closet, I could see the exited pink of her
>inner pussy and hear her whispered "Come on! Fuck me, fuck me *now*!".
>
>
>He didn't need to be told twice. Almost before she had finished
>speaking, he was on her. I could clearly see his cock sliding into her
>cunt, and how she bucked up to meet him. Until she got too involved in
>her own frenzy, she made sure that I had a good viewing angle. Even
>afterwards, the view was beyond belief.
>
>
>Was this really my shy, reserved wife, fucking a perfect stranger like a
>perfect slut just to turn her husband on? Yes, it was - and "slut" was
>the term, I decided, as she rolled him over on his back and started
>riding him like a madwoman, all wild eyes and bouncing breasts. Even
>after they both came, and he started hurridly dressing, she lay sprawled
>obscenely on the bed.
>
>
>The door had barely closed behind him when I burst out of the closet.
>
>
>"Did you enjoy your present, honey?", she started to ask. Before she
>could add anything further, I was on her.
>
>
>I was like a madman that night. I fucked her in the bed, kneeling
>beside it, and in the bathroom. I woke up twice in the night, and had
>her again. Even the next morning, I took her in the shower.
>
>
>***
>
>
>I suppose that she is right - I *am* kinky. It's not that I can't get
>jealous - the thought of losing her is more than I can bear; finding a
>perfect lady may be hard, but finding a perfect, loving slut is even
>harder.
>
>
>If I didn't *know* that she loved me, I would probably explode with rage
>if she ever did anything like this again. As it is, I just get hornier.
>She finally admitted to me that she has a fantasy about two men taking
>her at once . . .
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