1. Nervous


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

    were really unsatisfied with our lives, and so we just continued seeing each other as opportunities arose. Our relationship has been going on for four years, sometimes we see each other three or four times a month, sometimes we go months at a time without any sexual contact, it depends on the opportunities. One time, we'd both lied to our spouses, took off for a weekend, I wouldn't mind doing it again. I feel no guilt about my affair. If Kevin has figured it out, he's never mentioned it. And there's been plenty of opportunity for his own trysts, if he tells me he wants to go on a fishing trip I encourage him, if he comes home late at night I don't pry too much if the explanation is less than candid. But Gabe is another kink in the back of my mind. If I told him, would he be possessive, or encouraging? I don't know. "If you decide you don't want me to do this," I offer, "I'll be happy to stop. Just say the word." A few months back, while we were coming home from a party, Kevin asked me about some of the men there, if I found them interesting. I gave a bland answer, although one of them was very attractive; I wasn't about to let Kevin know that, though. And then he said, 'I wouldn't mind if you had an affair.' 'Oh, I could never do that,' I remember answering, a pure lie. And then I said, 'Do you want to have an affair?' 'Not really. But I think about you being with another man.' This started a long discussion, I admitted that sometimes I fantasized about having sex with ...
    someone else, since we were in bed at the time I knew he was encouraged by that. The conversation that night ended in a non-decision, I remained cautious, and that only brought up other nights, more bed-time chats. In my heart, I loved the idea. I'd heard about swinging, and hotwifes, and I knew that if Kevin gave me the okay, Gabe wouldn't be the last guy I was ever in bed with. In fact, I fantasized a future of threesomes and foursomes and orgies. But I knew I had to handle it gently, if Kevin found out I wanted to become a wench in my mid-fifties, he might not be as joyful as if it remained a fantasy. I, of course, asked him if he wanted a woman, told him it wouldn't bother me if he did, his reaction was that down the line, maybe, but his first thought was to see me in the sack with somebody else. And, it turned out, he really meant 'see.' His dream is to actually be there in the room, watch me as I get naked with another man, do what comes naturally. This request threw me. I like porn as much as the next woman, I enjoy a good sexy movie, I'm not a prude when it comes to nude scenes, particularly when the man's genitals are displayed. But do I want to be the star in an explicit film? Do I want someone, Kevin or anyone else, to watch me as I perform erotic acts? I'm still unsure, but in the end my decision is to try it, see if I like it. Even after I reluctantly (at least I hope Kevin saw it that way,) agreed to help him fulfill his fantasy, I still wasn't absolutely sure. I ...