I must admit, I was pretty sure nothing physical would happen on this date. Here’s why:
- As I said in yesterday’s post, even though I’ve cuckolded Nick with an old flame, this was my first time to consider it with a stranger.
- This stranger was not aware that he was a potential “bull.” In fact, his online profile said, “No games.” And, because he appeared to like me, I didn’t have the heart to “use” him for the purpose of Nick’s and my pleasure.
You may call me a cuckolding chicken, and perhaps I am. But, one of the things I hope to get across in this blog is this: Even though I love sex, love to play games, love to fantasize about doing things I never thought I’d do, (but will, in all likelihood do now), I am also human. With fears, flaws and even a heart.
I could not bring myself to use this man.
That is not to say that Nick and I didn’t have fun with idea of my virgin cuckolding. When I arrived home last night, I found Nick waiting for me, so hot and turned on after thinking about “the act” all day. He kissed me hard when I found him waiting in the guest room, then he led me into our bedroom.
Often, our lovemaking is preceded by conversation, playfulness, a slow removal of one piece of clothing at a time. Not last night. He began to undress himself right away, and I followed his lead. We fell onto the bed, and his hard cock pressed on me, ready to enter, especially after edging himself five times throughout the day. (As instructed by moi!)
As he pressed into me, I began to tell him stories of the attraction that flowed between “The Bull” and I, about the way I sucked edamame pods slowly to entice the man sitting across from me, let my hair fall across my shoulders as I leaned in to choose a piece of sushi. I whispered into Nick’s ear that I thought about him waiting for me at home, especially when I received his text while at the restaurant:
“I’m electric for you, in the dark, edging myself, waiting, listening for your arrival, craving your touch. Soft kisses here.”
He encouraged me to be honest with him about my feelings about the evening, showing no disappointment at all that (basically) nothing happened.
I told him I didn’t want to see “The Bull” again, that I was too worried he’d be hurt. I told him we needed to find another way to find the next man, so that the next man would be fully-aware that he’s part of a “game,” and not intended to be a relationship partner.
Even though cuckolding is but a hot and passionate game we play, it opened a level of intimacy between two real people, Nick and me. We are two human beings who share these hot little games. Games or not, for me, there’s no better aphrodisiac than a higher level of intimacy.