1. Nervous


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

    worried, of course, what would happen to our marriage if Kevin really knew I was making love to somebody else. Talk is one thing, action is another, you don't know how some things are going to go until after you do it, and then it's too late. Kevin kept reassuring me, kept telling me he'd still love me, and so after five or six months, I finally threw the ball back at him. I told him that, yes, I'd have a one-night stand and yes, he could watch me, but only if he found the guy. I told him I needed to see a picture, and then I left him to his pursuit. I figured if I called his bluff, maybe nothing would happen and we'd go back to whatever we were, or maybe I'd wind up getting laid, but either way, Kevin could never say I didn't give him the chance, or blame me for the result. "No," Kevin tells me, "I'm ready for this. I want you to do it!" About ten days after I threw the gauntlet down, Kevin came back to me with information on the man he proposed was going to be my new lover. His name is Lou, he's our age, handsome with short grey hair, blue eyes. A naked picture of him showed a couple of extra pounds, but nothing obscene, the genitals were erect, of sufficient length. Kevin asked me if I wanted to talk to him on the phone, I told him it wasn't necessary, and we set up a Saturday night, since Lou is divorced it's going to be at his house. "Is there anything in particular you want me to do?" I ask. "Anything you want will be fine. Enjoy yourself, don't worry about me." I ...
    wonder what that means. If I become aggressive, will Kevin be upset, or will he think it's neat? I'm finding there's a fine line I need to walk, between enjoying myself, making sure that Lou has a good time, and making sure that Kevin's satisfied and not overly jealous. After fifteen minutes in the car, Kevin pulls into the parking lot of a townhouse complex, neat rows of brick co-ops, nice landscaping. "That's it, there," Kevin points to a door. I'm still a little wary of the fact that Kevin has decided we don't need to bring a bottle of wine or a dessert, but I giggle when I remember his response, 'I'm bringing you for him, isn't that enough?' We walk to the door, I ring the bell. After a couple of moments we hear footsteps and then the door opens, I see Lou for the first time. He's even better looking than the picture, three inches taller than I, even in my heels, an unspoken air of authority about him, tailored slacks, button down shirt. He gazes at me, first into my face, which I appreciate, then down to my cleavage. I watch him take in the exposed skin popping out of my dress, then down to my legs, wrapped in nylon. I wonder if he'll like the pattern at the top when he sees it. "You must be Lisbeth and Kevin, right?" "We are," Kevin answers. "Well, come in." Kevin motions me in first, and Lou and I have our first awkward moment. Do we shake hands? I decide to go one better, I lean into him, place a hand behind his collar, caress his cheek with my lips. "It's nice to meet ...
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