We had our second “date” with Mr. B last week. This time, I asked Nick if he’d tell his side of the story.
Nick obliged and described his three highlights. I loved reading about what he liked best. I hope you will, too!
After we’d been in the room for a few minutes, Elise sat on the bed across from the chair where I was sitting. Mr. B was in the bathroom
“Strip,” she commanded.
Her request surprised me a little as we’d kind of planned that I would leave the room for a while at the beginning of the night, and I’d prepared myself to have to leave, to be gone for thirty minutes while they warmed up. I was thrilled she let me stay.
I undressed and sat naked in front of her when Mr. B came out of the bathroom. She stood to greet him and, a sly smile shared between them, they began to kiss. They caressed and hugged, then kissed some more, displaying a chemistry that pleasantly surprised me.
Maybe it was his slowness or maybe it was her urgency. I imagined they were re-discovering an affinity they’d discovered during their first encounter. Their caresses felt soothing. He ran his hand between her legs, then over her ass before lifting her silky blouse and caressing her back.
She reached for him, at least I imagined she did, but damn, I couldn’t see. They whispered to one another which made their soft urgency more electric, more private, in a way that swelled my cock and swelled my cuckold spirit. I could feel Elise begin to glow. Mr B had started a small fire in her.
Later, after Mr. B and I watched Elise cum three times using her toy, and after Mr. B had been inside her in several different positions, he slowed his pace, settled on top of her and began speaking softly to her.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She laughed quietly. “Are you?”
They were talking about his cumming.
“Yes,” he answered. He was ready.
These quiet whispers thickened my cock more than the subject did. Their intimacy created a humiliating separation that lengthened my cock, as if it might bridge the space between us.
I loved the way Mr. B treated Elise with such sweet regard, how tender and curious he was in his pursuit of satisfying her, as if it was a priority for him, which I knew would please her, which pleased me.
After their tender words, he raised himself and slowly began thrusting. She cried out with the weight of his pelvis contacting hers. Mostly hidden from me, she was submerged beneath him. I watched from the side at first and then from behind, where I watched his cock thrust into her. As he built momentum, his legs and ass powerful, all masculine, he seemed to overwhelm her small frame which she’d opened to him, her knees spread on either side of his hips, her vagina parted and pink, their skin in full contact.
He growled and thrust and thrust and grew more intense and urgent until he reached a crest, sighed and let go. His muscles relaxed, signaling he’d cum, and he partially collapsed onto her, while she continued to caress him, reassuringly, gratefully, bringing him down from his peak.
I was reminded of the psychoanalyst Leslie Faber’s remark that men don’t really take women, women take men. He was right. My wife had absorbed the whole of him and was now beneath him, her hair tussled, her face glowing. He relaxed, pinning her with the momentary limp weight of his body.
I exhaled. Bravo! I wanted to clap and call out as if I’d just watched a couple perform a beautiful dance. My cock thickened in my hand. I could have cum, but of course, I did not.
While Mr. B was in the bathroom, I sat on the edge of my chair and stroked my cock. Elise noticed and propped her head up on her elbow. Diva-like, she lay cross-wise on the bed, her hip rising out of the tangled sheets, her bare pussy closed. She grinned at me as if intoxicated, flush with the vibrations of Mr. B’s orgasm, still tingling,
“Did you like that?” she asked.
” Yes, it was incredible. There are no words to describe what I’m feeling.” I said, giddy. I wanted inside her.
“I want you to keep doing that. I want you to edge yourself.” She paused, her eyes gathering light. “You see, I’m not going to let you cum inside me. I want you to cum by stroking yourself in front of us. Wait until Mr. B gets out of the bathroom.”
“But I want to cum in you,” I replied.
“I know you do, but no,” she grinned amused but assured. She’d made up her mind. I could tell. I’d have to touch her, make contact to get her to change it.
“ I want you to cum like that, but wait for him.” She said to refute my thoughts.
She denies me, but not that often.
“Wait,” she warned knowing how desperate I was to enter her and how this dominant little play she’d made up was affecting me.
Mr B. returned and Elise asked him to lie behind her and cuddle with her. Their naked bodies pressed together as I stroked myself.
Elise turned and whispered to Mr. B, “He’s going to cum like that. I’m not letting him inside me.”
His fingers slipped between her legs and into her, causing her to arch suddenly and close her eyes. She responded to his touch. I stroked, edging myself closer. He whispered then she whispered. He caressed more and she sighed. I was ready to explode. They whispered again.
“Okay,” she said. “Mr B. wants to see you cum inside me. You should thank him.”
He rolled away from her.
I jumped up, climbed on the bed, and entered my wife, smothering her with kisses. I came within minutes.
It would have been even sooner, if she had allowed it.