The next few days were a time of discovery. Both of us were eager to
learn so much about each other and ourselves, to savour this new
openness. We did little but explore in the weeks that followed.
Naturally Nora's night with Robson was the start. Had she seen him
again after that night, did she want to see him again, did he try to
get in touch with her the few times he had been in town, all the
questions came out of me. "No, I don't want to see him again, she
said while we were in bed talking, it was a once only encounter for
both of us, I don't think he would want to see me either" She said.
"But you still get horny when you think of that night", I retorted,
trying to understand the duality of her response to her encounter.
She looked at me. Her face looked puzzled at first, then a knowing
look took over. She leaned closer to me as we sat facing one another
cross legged on the bed. She smiled. "Were you hoping that I had
seen him again, hey, you want an account of another hot fuck with
him...." She asked playfully prodding me in the ribs with her long
fingers. I had to laugh. She had caught part of the truth. Yes,
somewhere in the back of my mind was the hope that there had been
another hot fuck, another fascinating account like the one she had
told me the day after the party.

I looked at her as our laughter trailed off. We just looked into
each others for a few minutes. Then she spoke. "Peter Robson is not
the only man in the world" she said quietly, fixing me with a dark
look. My pulse beat quicker as her meaning grew on me. "You want to
fuck someone new?" I asked her, marvelling how open I could be with
her since that Saturday. We both knew that the mere asking of the
question was an erotic arousing part of the game. "I have been
thinking about it these days, yes" she said, her face now serious,
the game itself was getting serious now, "but now it is a new thing,
it is all these things we talked about that make me think like
this". "You mean about me knowing or watching" I asked her, taking
her face in my hands, touching her cheeks and forehead. "Yes, it is
you, your reaction to it that is making me think about it. I liked
you so much the other night, the way you grew excited and angry, the
way you fucked me, I can't help thinking how you might react to my
doing it again".

She leaned her face in my hands until she could kiss me. We broke
off quickly,we both wanted to talk more. I touched her shoulders and
arms, enjoying the sensation of her. Yet I thought of her in sexual
situation with other men and my excitement began to grow and show.
"You want to make me jealous so I will fuck you like the other
night?" I asked her, drawing her closer. I was curious about her
reaction to the situation. "Yes, I felt like such a ..., she
hesitated, like a whore" she finally admitted and her sigh showed
the quickening she was feeling. "Your reaction to that is what got
me, gave me such a charge.." I thought about what she had just said
and realized it was true. I had felt fired up at her whorish
behaviour she described during her night with Robson. I was excited
by the description, by my revealing that I liked what I heard her
tell, yet my jealousy made me want to hurt her while fucking her, to
split her apart with my cock and subjugate her, and she too liked
it. She was right.

"You like being my whore?" I whispered into her ear. "If you like
being the cuckold, yes" she whispered back. Her response threw me in
deeper. I felt the same combination of anger and passion I had felt
before. I held her close while I thought about the idea, my wife the
whore. A concept both threatening and exciting, her sexuality was
rising in my awareness in a totally new way.  Images of her dark
fleshy cunt came to me. Her gorgeous cunt. I wanted to see it. I
pushed her back and asked her to show herself to me.

She did. Laying back she opened her legs and revealed her long dark
cunt. I looked at it fascinated by its darkness, its length, it
seemed to stretch from her navel down to the cheeks of her ass. The
outer lips were full, their flesh dark, much darker than the rest of
her. And thick black hair covered them and swelled up to her navel.
As her legs drew open the lips gaped and I could see the moistness
in her inner folds. I stared transfixed and she stared at my face
trying to fathom my fascination. It had been the first time that I
could look so openly and unashamedly at her. I made no effort to
touch, I was content to just look.

While looking visions of a huge prick entering her flashed before my
minds eye. I saw the first approach of the taut head of a penis, the
first contact with her lips, the first push that pried her cunt lips
apart and the subsequent thrusts that embed ded the shaft into her.
The withdrawal and the shaft re emerging wet and glistening with her
juices, evidence of her response. Then I imagined a succession of
pricks entering her, different sizes, shapes, colours, I recalled
her expressed desire for a black man, and I saw a thick black cock
sinking into her. She just looked at me looking at her,
understanding that her cunt had an effect but not interrupting yet
to ask why.

After a long time I looked up at her face. "I love your cunt" I told
her. She smiled." It seems to fascinate you so", she observed. "Yes,
more than you can imagine, it is so wild and sexual, I almost feel
jealous of you for having such a sexy cunt."

She sat up and nuzzled against me. "I wish I had known of the effect
my cunt has on you before, I would flash it more often" she said and
kissed me. "Yes, you should, just flash it at me and you can get me
to do anything you want" I replied after we broke off. "My cunt has
that much power on you?" she asked looking at me. "Yes, it really
does, you can dominate me with your cunt" I responded, curious to
see what she would say. She leaned back, spread her legs, showing me
her cunt once again. "eat me" she ordered.

Her commanding tone added to the fire her cunt made me feel. I put
my mouth against her now wet cunt and frenched it. I was voracious,
I wanted to swallow her, to eat up her cunt. I pulled the lips apart
with my hands and licked and sucked every part of her. I don't know
how long I was eating her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I
remember her coming many times, her screams filled the room and
brought me out of my reverie to see that she had arched her back,
her nails were digging into the shee ts, she was covered in sweat
and trembling while she kept her cunt against my mouth and came in
one final shuddering orgasm. She fell back on the bed breathing
raspily. I sat up and looked at her while she regained her breath.
How different this had been from our furtive encounters under the
sheets with clenched teeth only a few days before.

She finally sat up. "I like this new power very much" she said and
kissed me, savouring her juices on my lips and face. "I like your
new power too" I said and held her close. My prick found her way
into her cunt and she pushed me back on the bed. She rode me slowly.
"I like this new you, she hissed, I like to dominate you with my
cunt, to make you do my bidding, I want you to come, to give me your
sperm, fuck me" she tried to keep control but we were both beyond
control. She rode me more roughly and as the fire raged so did her
language "fuck me you bastard, you cuckold, I am whore and I need to
be fucked so fuck me" she yelled. "Take it you bitch, I responded,
feeling a wild satisfaction at letting go and enjoying the
aggression, soak up my dick into your cunt, take my cock you
whore...." and I came.

