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Irene's Story: Chapter 5 - One Last Date With Johan

Date: 4/25/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

condom breaking and Johan accidentally pumping my unprotected womb full of his sperm that Oscar ejaculated all over my hand and his belly as I pumped his little cock. It was not lost on me that imagining my vagina brimming full of another man's semen aroused my husband considerably. I was not sure how I would use this information, but I was certain it would be useful at some point. After cleaning Oscar's semen off his belly and my hand, I climbed into bed and turned over on my side with my back to him. I'm not sure why, but I felt slightly different towards Oscar now. As I lay there, I thought how nice it would be to be if I were back at the hotel, snuggling with Johan in his bed tonight. I imagined that he would wake up with a large, hard erection ready to punish my sore pussy some more. And I would let him, oh how I would let him fuck me, despite my pussy being so sore. Saturday morning I awoke around ten o'clock on Saturday morning. For an instant, the memories from the previous night seemed like a dream, but quickly I realized they were real. The soreness in my vagina was proof that these memories were very real. Oscar was already up. I found him sitting on the balcony of our fifth-story flat, sipping his coffee. I gave him a slight kiss on the cheek before getting my coffee and returning to join him. "So, how do you feel this morning?" Oscar asked without looking at me directly. "I'm pretty tired, and still pretty sore down there. I feel like I have been riding a ... sandpaper hobby horse all night long," I quipped, trying to introduce some levity. "How about you?" "I'm okay. I keep thinking about last night. I can't believe we actually went through with it." "Do you regret it? Do you wish we hadn't?" "No. But it's different in reality than it is just fantasizing about it, isn't it?" "Yeah, I think I know what you mean," I answered. I paused as I tried to choose my words carefully. "Are you sure you don't regret having me do that? You promised you wouldn't get mad. You promised you would not hold it against me if I did as you asked." "Oh, I know. And no, I do not regret seeing you do that. In fact, seeing you climax like that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I think I could have cum without even touching myself when you started to climax so hard." Oscar turned to look at me. "I guess I just regret that I can't do that to you." "Oh, baby, don't feel that way! What we have is so much more than just torrid sex. We have a marriage and a family. We have a life together," I said in an attempt to reassure him. But inside I was thinking, 'I wish you could do that to me too; oh how I wish you could make me cum like Johan did.' "Oscar, we don't ever have to do anything like that again if you don't want." "Would you want to do something like that again?" "Not if it is going to cost me my marriage," I answered, but I was not being completely truthful. I did crave a repeat of last night's pleasure. "But if I wanted you to do that again, with other ...