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The Cuckolding of Neil Dodds - Part 3
Date: 3/22/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: angieseroticpen, Rating: 30, Source: LushStories
full well where the conversation was going. “I think you know where I am going,” he told her. “That’s very personal,” she told him defensively. He sat silently for a moment. “You know, one thing I have observed with the majority of couples is that they rarely talk about sex,” he told her, “especially when they start going out together. You know, people will talk about the music they like; the films they like; the food they like even, but never sex. They do it but never talk about it. Never discuss what they really like; what floats their boat, as they say. Then somewhere down the line, well into their relationship, they realise that they are not compatible at all. That’s when problems arise. They start to look for fulfilment elsewhere.” Claire was a little stunned by his frankness. “It’s not the done thing. is it?” she said. “I mean you just don’t go into depth that way, do you?” Karl shrugged his shoulders. “Why not, we do it anyway,” he said. “Why not discuss what we like sexually; what turns us on and turns us off.” She smiled. “I can just imagine sitting down with a new boyfriend and suddenly asking him does he like to spank, for example.” Karl laughed. “Well, do you like to be spanked?” Claire laughed. “Mind your own business,” she told him. “Anyway, you are not my boyfriend.” He smiled as he brushed it off. “I would like to be though,” he told her. There was silence for a few moments. “I have a husband,” Claire told him. “I know,” he replied. “But if you’re honest, ... you are not happy with your sex life are you?” Claire said nothing as she took a sip of her wine. “I come across a lot of women who have taken too long to wake up and put that right,” he told her. “Some never do. They go through all of their active adult life unfulfilled. Don’t be like one of them, Claire. Don’t get into your fifties and lie there night after night filled with regrets.” Claire remained silent. Karl was right. “Sorry to put you on the spot,” he told her. She shook her head. “It’s okay,” she said quietly. “I’ve only ever had four men. Neil’s... Neil’s not very big and... and he’s very quick.” Karl moved closer and patted her on her thigh. “I’m sorry,” he told her. “It must be quite frustrating.” She nodded with tear filled eyes. Karl moved even closer and they suddenly found themselves kissing. Claire enjoyed the moment and was getting carried away when his hand alighted on her breasts. As he gently cupped them through the thin material of her dress she suddenly pulled away. “I’m ... I’m sorry,” she said as she tried to stand up. Karl held her there. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he told her. “I’m not going to take you anywhere that you would rather not go.” Claire relaxed. Suddenly they heard the front door open and close and then a tall dark skinned male entered the kitchen with a large holdall in his hand. “Jerome!” Karl shouted. The man smiled and looked straight at Claire. “Am I interrupting or am I just in time?” he asked as he stepped forward and took Claire’s ...