1. Micheal's Choice


    Date: 3/26/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: rebecca23, Rating: 28, Source: LushStories

    going to fuck me, Michael." "I know baby, just dinner, nothing else." Mark arrived around seven Friday night. He and I sat in the living room and drank a few beers. Dinner was in the oven and Rebecca was upstairs. "Do you think she'll go for it?" Mark asked me. "I don't know," I told him, "but we're about to find out." When Rebecca came down the stairs and made her appearance, Mark and I were both stunned. She wore 5 inch spiked black heels and a simple black dress that I had never seen before. It came down to six or seven inches above her knees and just barely covered her panties. It hugged her perfect ass and the bodice formed a spectacular dip between her breasts. It showed just enough cleavage to whet any man's appetite. "Wow Rebecca, you look great!" Mark told her. "Thank you kind sir." Then she came to me and gave me a kiss. "Nice dress baby." She smiled and whispered, "Don't get any ideas. I am dressed for you, not Mark." "Dinner is ready," she announced. During dinner, we shared lots of friendly banter and a couple of bottles of wine. Afterwards, we settled in the living room with a warm brandy. "Great dinner," Mark told her, "Michael is a very lucky man to have a gorgeous wife who can cook too." "Why don't we put on some music and dance?" I said. I went to the stereo and put on some slow, romantic music. Rebecca knew I seldom wanted to dance and gave me an odd, cautious look. As I took her hand and guided her into a slow dance, our bodies pressed together. She ...
    whispered in my ear, "No Mike, no tricks, Mark's not getting this girl tonight". I thought to myself, "Want to bet?" Mark watched us moving slowly, pressed against each other. I could read the lust in his eyes. Rebecca put her lips to my ear. "I don't want Mark to fuck me, Michael. Remember that. Please don't try to push me into doing it. Don't make Mark crazy, so he ends up fucking me." "Come on Becca, you know I would never let anyone hurt you. I know you don't want to fuck him. Just dance with him that's all. Make him feel a little good holding a beautiful girl in his arms." Another song came on. I said, "Here Mark, you dance with her, while I refresh our drinks." I pulled her by the hand and led her to him. She was reluctant to let go of me. Mark took her hand from mine and began dancing. I went to the kitchen and got the bottle of brandy. By the time I got back to the living room, Mark had managed to pull Rebecca close. They danced slowly, their bodies pressed together. I saw him whisper something in her ear. She looked shocked and then smiled. She whispered back and leaned her head demurely against his shoulder. I filled all our glasses, sipped my brandy and watched Mark. He managed to work his thigh between my wife's legs, applying pressure to her crotch. It was fascinating to watch Rebecca tighten her legs. She tried to keep his thigh away from her most private area. I heard her tell him, "No Mark." His reply, "Yes Rebecca" and though she resisted him, little by little Mark ...
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