1. Nervous


    Date: 1/30/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    Nervous! He asks me if I'm nervous. Of course I'm nervous! Wouldn't you be? "A little, Kevin," I tell my husband. "But you're going to go through with it, right?" "Probably," I admit. If he only knew. I can't wait for this, for the past two weeks I've thought of little else. Affairs are one thing, this will be something altogether different, it seems to me. Sex has always been an important part of my life, since the moment I first kissed a boy, over forty years ago. I let a classmate have me when I was a Junior, and from then to the time I got married in my twenty-seventh year a week rarely went by when I didn't get some. Oh, I wasn't a slut. Except for a couple of times, I was 'faithful' to the guy I was dating. And it wasn't weird stuff, no bondage or group sex or anything like that, just the simple pleasure of me and one guy, hopefully in a nice soft bed or couch or maybe the floor, I'm sort of a vanilla girl when it comes to that. But only once did I get to a point where I didn't crave the feeling of a man's chest on mine, my legs surrounding him. "I told Lou you liked vodka and tonic," Kevin says. "That's nice, I could use a drink." Boy, can I use a drink. I'm a wreck inside. Thinking about what's going to happen has my heart pounding, my mouth's got a cottony coating. I remember the old feelings, what it's like to be aroused by a stranger. And I haven't even met this man yet! When I first met Kevin I was in a relationship, and he understood when he first asked me out ...
    on a date that I just couldn't. But a couple of weeks later I found out my boyfriend was dating another girl, and since he wasn't the end all to me, I phoned Kevin and told him he could take me to dinner. I was coy, that first night, I let him into my apartment and we made out, but I didn't let him past second base. The next two dates, either, but the fourth date, wow! What really impressed me was that he didn't try to get up in the middle of the night and sneak out, in fact he took me to breakfast the next morning. And that was that. We were engaged in three months, we moved in together, the wedding a year and seven months later was a blast, the honeymoon in the Virgin Islands was everything you could hope for, we didn't even get sunburned. "Are you still looking forward to this, honey?" I ask. "I think it'll be a lot of fun." We went through all the vexations of marriage. The first couple of years were great, buying a house, worrying about money, finding out we were pregnant. The decisions about sex went from let's-do-it-now! to i-could-be-up-for-it to are-you-too-tired, but once we got in the sack it almost always went up to fantastic. Then we had little Elizabeth, and I got postpartum depression, and for the first time in my life I didn't really crave sex. After I got over the pain - both physical and emotional - I'd let Kevin make love to me, but my head wasn't in it. Orgasms were non-existent, Kevin never complained, but he was surly sometimes. Maybe that's when he had ...
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