Hi all! I’d like to tell the story of me, my husband and our path towards some very substantial changes in our marriage. And its a true story. I’m sure that isn’t always the case when that claim is attached to a story that features sex ... but it is. I may embellish a little for literary sake and I might makeup some things that I don’t completely remember. But the events themselves are real. I’ve kept a diary from when our journey began and its those pages that fuel the content of this story. So this isn’t merely a story I want to tell, it’s the story we are living.
And like a printed story that has an author who decides the plot and the fates of her characters, I’m authoring our real life story. I’ve been deciding the fates of my characters for the better part of three years. And all are happier for it.
So, without further adieu...
Let me introduce the characters of our ongoing and ever developing story:
My name is Lexi and as I write these words, I’ve been married to my husband, Steve for a bit more than 5 years. We fell head over heels our freshman year in college and have been joyfully inseparable ever since. I love him more than I have ever loved anyone and he absolutely adores me. While it may not be important to most stories — the fact that both of us were virgins when we met is important to this one. Just keep that in your pocket (smile).
When we met, Steve was the big deal. He was on our college’s basketball team and by the time he had graduated he had lots of records and plenty of offers from professional teams in Europe — all of which he turned down. Professional basketball just didn’t fit his plan. Steve is very driven and has always had a really good sense of what he wants and how he wants it — and that includes the direction his life takes. As soon as we graduated, we got married and moved to North Carolina so Steve could take a job at a prominent bank. Charlotte is a banking hub, so that’s where he wanted to go ... so that’s where we went. He’s just like that. He’s also very handsome ... VERY HANDSOME (ha). He’s tallish at 6’2” with brown hair and brown eyes and a brown manicured beard. And to this day he is toned from head to toe. He’s a keeper (smile). What makes our particular flavor of marriage so exciting though, is that Steve is really hard to read. He has a real gift of not letting people know what’s going on in his head. It can be frustrating sometimes ... like when Christmas or birthdays roll around. But when it comes to getting him to do what I want and what he’s not willing to admit he wants or what he doesn’t even realize he wants ... well, his pension for keeping playing his cards close to the vest just makes it all the more satisfying when I’m successful. I can’t wait to tell you about my greatest victory but that’s a ways away.
Now me! The star of my ongoing story! In college, I wasn’t quite the big deal that he was. No one would say that I’m model gorgeous, but I’m super cute and I know how to accentuate all that I am.
As far as how I look, I’m 5’3” with a slender, slightly curvy body. I have firm-ish C cup breasts and an ass with a perky bubble that gets lots of stares. But I’m most proud of my legs. I played soccer in high school and still run on an almost daily basis, so my calves are poppin! (Lol) My accessories? I have long, thick, very dark auburn hair that perfectly frame what people first notice about me — my eyes and smile. My eyes are dark green jewels and a smile that my *** says “makes you feel like you just stepped into the sunshine.” I love that description! And because of that, I smile a lot. I guess I have a lot to smile about, so its not fake — but I also know how attractive it is. Added to all of that is a fun, quirky, cutesy personality that eventually makes you want to know me, befriend me or fuck me. I’m not exactly sure why. Independently my looks and my personality and my smile might not be all that irresistible. But put together and used in the right way — well, I usually get what I want.
And that’s what this story is about — Steve and Lexi. Steve the cool, strong, driven, accomplished big deal and Lexi the cute, cutesy, daddy’s girl. There are other characters that will be added to our story, but I’ll introduce them as they enter our lives. But from where we started, no one would have ever guessed that that cute little Lexi would cuckold big, strong Steve. But that’s where we are now and I have no idea where we will end up. I just know that I get to decide and that Steve really likes it that way — at least now he does.
But while my transforming of Steve didn’t officially start until we had been married for 2 plus years, the foundation of it started back in college.
One night, he and some of his basketball friends were out and decided to break into a hotel swimming pool. I was tagging along, as always ... and besides, all his friends loved me...especially a guy named Devon. There were more of us out that night but me, Steve and Devon are the only people that matter here.
Anyway, after swimming for a bit, Steve and I decided to warm up in the hot tub. All of us were in our underwear because this was one of those spur of the moment kind of things and who carries a swimsuit around when you’re living in the Great Northwest? So the setting is that Steve and I are in the hot tub and Devon shouted out that he was freezing and us “lovebirds” needed to get ready for some company — he was about to join us.
Devon was a cute guy with a hilarious, jokey, never serious personality. He was taller than Steve by about 4 inches and just all around bigger. Steve was a guard on the basketball team and Devon was a forward. I had never given Devon much thought before. I mean he was cute and all but he had one of those baby faces. I liked him. He was fun. But I had never really thought much about him as far as late night touch-myself sessions go. That is until he stepped out of the pool and strutted toward us in his white boxer briefs. The fact that they were wet and that he was so very black ... those briefs did very little to hide what was inside them. He looked huge! Remember, it’s a cold night and he’s been swimming in a less than warm pool. That’s not usually a good combination for making a man’s penis look impressive. But wowzers was Devon big. I literally couldn’t look away. That little fact was not lost on Devon or Steve. One thing I did not describe about Steve earlier, was that his penis is ummmmmmmm ... small. Even though i had never had sex with anyone else, I knew it was little. It was fun at first but over time it became less so. I’m not sure about the length of it, but I would guess well below average if average is 6” ... and its thin. Not pencil thin but thin nonetheless. And if I could have seen it that night as Steve watched me stare at Devon’s sexy cock, I imagine his little white penis would have been shrinking to an even less impressive state. Strange how comparisons change your levels of contentedness. From that moment on, I knew Steve was even smaller than I knew and more importantly, I knew that he could not satisfy me. Not physically. Not sexually.
But, nothing happened that night. Looking back, I wish it had. He and his big black dick certainly became the object of many a night’s lust filled fantasy. And he and his thing didn’t help my sex life with Steve. But as far as Devon and I go, nothing more than an increased level of flirtation happened after that night. I wonder if there’s a reunion sometime soon? Hmmmmmmm. (Lol)
Anyway, all of that brings us to speed. The point in our life that I’m about to talk about is the day that I would finally feel what many women are so blessed to feel ... a black man with a black man sized cock.
I’m sure there are white men with large cocks. But Devon ruined me for white men without ever touching me. His big, soft, black cock that dwarfed my husband’s when he is hard burned something in my brain that can’t be unburnt. I want black men. And I want black men to want me. To this day, I’ve found 3 black men who have wanted me .. and I gave myself to all of them. So did Steve — eventually (wink wink).
But my first black man was a man among men named Robert. He lived 3 doors down from us in our semi-exclusive and very private neighborhood. Our neighborhood is basically a large, 3 mile loop with houses that set back in the woods off from the road on 2 acre lots. I met him while running. I run. He runs. It was bound to happen. And because of my smile and my cutesy personality and my perky, somewhat curvy body .. Robert suggested that we run together ... you know, since we’re both already running (eye roll) (lol). And that’s what we did. We ran together almost every morning. Steve knew but I don’t think he knew how much we ran together and he certainly didn’t know that we eventually exchanged numbers ... you know, just in case someone one of isn’t able to make it one morning (eye roll) (lol).
I’m sure you can guess that the logistical updates turned into regular texting and our regular texting turned into shameless flirting.
That all led us to the day mine and my husband’s sex life changed. Two nights before my orgasmically, blissful day, Robert joked that “if you wear my favorite sports bra and shorts again I’m going to run us right inside my house.” That was the breaking point for me. I had long admired Robert’s body as well. He’s tall ... maybe an inch or two taller than Steve. He’s very lean and fit and hard ... and he’s very very dark. A sexy black man. And like me, he also has a pair of shorts that he knows I like. I’m not sure there is a straight woman out there that wouldn’t love those shorts! I never said anything to him about them, but he definitely liked catching my eyes staring at them. These particular shorts were wonderfully brief in the length department and they had a certain revealing snugness about them (lol). To put it mildly, those gray shorts are barely able to hide anything of what lurks and hangs and bulges beneath.
Anyway, Robert texted his joke — but I didn’t want to joke. I was ready to get serious for the first time in my life. Super ready. After a few minutes of biting my lip and squirming in my bed as I lay next to my husband and his little white dick ... I texted back, “Promise?”
He wrote back, “wear them tomorrow and find out, Lex.” I didn’t respond. Until the next morning to say that I wasn’t going to be able to make it for our morning run. I didn’t tell him why, but I had to think. I was super serious but I had to think about the super serious consequences that would naturally be close behind.
With all my bravado, I was still head over heels in love with my husband. I was growing less physically attracted to him because of Devon, first and now Robert — but i could not deny how much I loved that man. Could I really hurt him? Because that’s what would happen. I know it. I knew it. I knew that if I let Robert have me it would not end. I knew I wouldn’t want it to end. That I would never want it to end. And I also knew that I would have to confess. Its just who we are as a couple. We tell each other everything ... even the hard stuff. Could I do that to him? And on the flip side, could I continue on in an unsatisfied and unfulfilled sexual state for the rest of my married life? I really did go back and forth. Back and forth. I was agonizing. Truly agonizing for the first time ever in my life. But what settled it was Devon. Remember Devon? From the pool in college?
He fixed the fate of my coming unfaithfulness with a ten foot walk from the pool to the hot tub. I saw it and I have never forgotten it. What’s more, Steve saw me stare at Devon’s cock and what intrigued me was that he never got mad and he never said a single word about it. He watched me clearly lust after the cock of another man. At the time, I figured it was because he was embarrassed or didn’t want to embarrass me. But there was more. After that night, Devon’s level of flirtation increased a hundredfold. Steve saw that too. Steve saw Devon single me out at parties more and more. Steve saw Devon talk mostly to me even when Steve was standing right next to me. Steve saw Devon look me up and down. Steve saw Devon touch my arm or hand or back when he talked to me. And Steven never once got mad. I got mad plenty of times when little sluts would fawn all over Steve at a bar. Why wasn’t he mad when Devon was clearly hitting on me? Why didn’t he ever try to stop it. At this point, I had never heard of a cuckold or what it was or that people did that kind of stuff. Neither had I heard of it during my Robert dilemma. But something told me, that Steve would, at the very least, not divorce me if I fucked and confessed to fucking another man. Could he understand the position his little dick had put me in? Could he understand? He knew he was small ... I had made cute comments about his small manhood before. I had convinced myself that Steve and I would survive.
That settled it. So the night before my life changing day, I texted Robert .. “tomorrow morning?” “Bright and early,” he quickly responded.
Nothing else was said, at least with words. I said all I needed to with my choice of running attire the next morning and I knew exactly what it would say to Robert and what it would lead to ... I was going to make sure of that.
So I donned my white sports bra that nicely showed my firm-ish C cup breasts as well as my impossibly short pink running shorts that nicely showed my perky, bubble butt ass. I was on my way ... my way to a real man — in the sex department. A real man that I was convinced could make me feel like the woman I wanted to feel like.
As i neared his house, he was already outside waiting for me ... as per usual. And when he saw me, he just stared. As I got closer to him, he said “I warned you about those” - I responded “I thought it was a promise?”
I’m not sure what else was said in front of his house ... the next thing I remember is that we were locked in a kiss in his big, vaulted ceiling, living room. Robert leaning down to me. I was reaching up to him ... kissing. It was a magical kiss. It really was. My first kiss with Steve was memorable like that. Not because he was such a good kisser or because I was so lusting after him. But because I already loved him and that kiss meant he felt something towards me. With Robert, it was pure lust. It was raw. It was animalistic. It was passionate. That kiss makes me think of kissing every black man I ever see. I’m sure not all black men are as good as Robert is at kissing. But like Devon and those shorts, Robert ruined me for kissing. His tongue is big and soft and wet. I sucked it like I was sucking a cock. His lips were also big and soft and wet. I bit them and pulled them and tugged on them with my own. And his hands that were already taking possession of me, were big and hard and strong. I was melting. Literally. My pussy was sopping. But he stopped us and asked
“Lexi, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, Robert ... I have never been more sure about any one moment of time in my entire life. I so want this.”
With that I immediately reached between us and held what was already 3/4 of the way hard and it was undeniably life altering. At least for me. I looked down between our bodies and watched my hand grip and stroke the biggest-by-a mile-cock I had ever felt. And it was still inside his shorts ... but not for long.
I slowly looked up at him — with my look. Steve says I have this look when I’m super turned on that is, in his words, “crazy sexy” ... I gave that look to Robert and I meant everything that I wanted him to see in it.
He asked again, “you’re sure? I’m not going to lie to you Lexi, I’ve been wanting to fuck you from the first day we started running together. But I know you’re married .... “
I stopped him, “don’t ruin this with talk about consequences ... I’ll deal with those. I’ve wanted this for longer than you could know.”
With that, I released his cock, hooked my fingers inside his shorts and pulled them down as I slowly slid down his body. Smiling my smile the whole way.
I did think of Steve. But at this point I wasn’t conflicted. His lack thereof of a cock had denied me long enough. My biggest thought was, it was still morning and Steve wouldn’t be home for hours. Don’t hate me. I’m just being honest. I also naturally compared the two men and their cocks. There was no comparison. Steve was a boy compared to Robert — in the cock department. Robert was every bit a man. A man with a real man’s cock.
It was, as I said, 3/4 hard and getting harder from just my gaze. It was inviting me with every little jump. It was long and black with a big purplish head and it hooked just a little to the right. It also had one prominent vein that snaked down the top of it from the base to the head.
It. Was. Gorgeous!
“Have you ever been with a black man, Lexi?”
I shook my head no, “but I’ve always wanted to.”
“Is your husband this big, Lexi?”
I merely shook my head no and then lifted my hand to it. I had only felt one dick before this masterpiece and I can’t ever remember thinking about what Steve’s weighed. I thought about it this time. Robert’s cock was heavy. That fact made it even more manly than its appearance did. It looked amazing ... but it felt imposing.
I lifted my other hand to hold it... gave Robert one more smile and then leaned in to kiss it. I was lost. The smell. The feel. The taste. Everything about it was transfixing me. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could .. which wasn’t much ... and I made love to it with my mouth for I’m not sure how long.
I don’t mind giving Steve oral ... though now its more of a tool to get what I want ... but even then, it wasn’t something I felt drawn into.
Robert’s cock drew me. It drew my mouth. I loved tasting him. Feeling him between my lips. Feeling him heavy on my tongue. As I worshipped him with my mouth, he got crazy hard. Steve gets hard, obviously .. but this was different. Robert felt like a thick steel pole wrapped in skin. I loved it. Every inch of it. Up and down his shaft, I kissed it. Swirling my tongue over and over the head. Sucking the flavor of him as deeply into my taste buds as I possibly could. I was in heaven.
Eventually he stopped me.
He reached for my hands and helped me up. He pulled my sports bra off and looked at me ... smiling.
Then he led me to his couch and sat me on the edge. I watched him as he knelt down between my legs. He gently nudged me back until I was laying against the back of his couch. He ran his big black hands all over my breasts. He didn’t say anything. Not yet. He just smiled and explored me. I loved watching those black hands touch me. He cupped me. He lightly pinched my nipples. He bent down to kiss them. He pursed his lips around my nipples. He pulled. He lightly bit them with his teeth and tugged at them. It was like I was having an out of body experience. And then at last he leaned back and reached for my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any panties ... which he liked. As he pulled them, I arched my hips to make it easier ... faster. As soon as he had them off, he ran his right hand over me. Over my sex. It was already his. At this point, I had a small patch of hair just above my pussy. I didn’t know how much black men love a woman to be shaved bald. But I do now and that was the last time i had any hair at all down there.
He watched me as he touched me.
“Damn girl you’re wet.”
I just bit my lip.
He inserted his middle finger inside me and then turned it so that his palm was facing up. Then he started to make the “come here” movement with his finger .. pushing and massaging that soft squishy fleshy part inside me under my clit. I was already ready to cum.
“You’re sure, Lexi. I know you are but I like to hear you say it.”
“Yes Robert,” I breathed out.
He leaned down and began licking me. It was glorious. It was the first of many orgasms that man would give me on that day. He most definitely knew what he was doing. He knew how to please a woman.
Steve licks me too and he’s much better now that I’ve taught him how I like it .. but up until this point, never had I felt so much pleasure from a man’s mouth. When he slid his tongue inside me, even that felt bigger than Steve. In almost no time, my legs were clamping around his head and I was writhing back and forth. But before I could cum, Robert stopped and leaned back. He stood up and held his cock in his hand, stepped forward and said,
“I’m not going to let you cum yet, Lexi. Your first time will be on this black cock.”
I was falling further under his spell. His body. His cock. His dominance.
He stepped forward. Held his cock out to me and said, “Suck it, Lexi.”
I leaned forward and sucked his cock and stroked him with both hands. My saliva was dripping down my chin ... down his cock ... down my chest. Again I worshipped him.
That is, until he stopped me again. He knelt back down between my legs. He held his cock and ran it up and down my pussy. I was gasping. My heart was racing and my pussy was on fire.
“Am I a lot bigger than your husband, Lexi?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“How much bigger, Lexi?
‘A lot,” I breathed.
He laughed.
“I know baby. You felt tight on my finger.”
He stopped rubbing me with his cock and slid his finger inside me.
“Does he feel like my finger, Lex?”
I hadn’t thought about it before ... and wasn’t really thinking then. But now that I look back, Steve is not as thin as a finger. He’s bigger than that. But in all honesty, he feels closer to a finger than he does a cock now.
I pushed my hips up to meet his finger ... to push more of him inside of me ... “Yes....”
Robert pulled his finger from me and brought it to my lips. I opened and he slid it inside. I sucked as he said,
“My cock is not going to feel like a finger, Lexi. I’ll be gentle until you’re ready. But when you are, I’m going to fuck you like your husband has never fucked you. Like no one has.”
God he was speaking my language.
He again positioned his cock ... and I watched every glorious moment. He rubbed up and down, coating his head with my juices that were already flowing. He pushed a little. Invading me. He pushed a little more. Stretching my opening. I watched as his big black cock spread my pussy. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
He never said a word for the next several moments. He just slowly pulled out and then pushed a little more inside. Inch by inch he did this until he was about half way in. It was beautiful. His black cock shining with my wetness. Pushing in and out of my little wet white pussy.
After a while, he asked “Is this how deep your husband reaches?”
I wasn’t sure. I think that was about right ... as I think back. But Robert was so much thicker than Steve that he felt like he was much, much deeper.
I just nodded.
He told me to keep looking at it, “Look how much more there is, Lexi. There’s another half to go.”
I was absolutely amazed. The feeling was incredible. I was stretched so tight that I think his cock was touching every single nerve inside my once faithful pussy. I really can’t explain it. I had never used a a toy before. And all that had ever been inside me were my fingers, my husband’s fingers, a boyfriend’s fingers in high school and of course, my husband’s little white dick.
Robert hurt ... it really did. It felt like he was ripping me. But at the same time, I liked it. This is how I imagined a man is supposed to push a woman’s sexual envelope. This is how sex for pleasure should feel ... tension ... stretching ... pushing ... challenging ... I started to cum.
I had never had an orgasm like that before. It was by far my biggest. Every orgasm I had ever had was clitoral ... never once did I have a vaginal orgasm. I got light headed and screamed and tensed...my tummy balled up inside me ... my legs were shaking ... i was pushing and gripping Robert’s chest. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. And it only got better.
When I came to my senses, Robert was smiling at me and asked, “Damn girl. Did you enjoy that?”
I couldn’t answer. I just stared and smiled. My hair was all over my face. I was becoming a sweaty soaking mess.
He continued, “Does your husband do that to you?”
I just stared and mouthed “no”
“I haven’t even started to fuck you yet.”
With that he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down and hovered over me. He kissed me again. Deep. Sensual. Slow. I had never been so sexually and sensually overwhelmed. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and kissed him like i had never kissed a man before. I was inhaling him. We kissed like that for quite a while. His cock was laying between our bodies and I wanted to feel it inside me again. So I helped him match my urgency.
I knew he was getting off on comparing himself to my husband. I was getting off on it too for some reason. So to get him on my time table, I stopped kissing him and reached with my lips for his ear. I bit his lobe and whispered with hot breath, “I love your black cock, Robert. Fuck me. Fuck me like my husband can’t.”
That drove him crazy. He lined up the head of his cock and pushed it into me as far as I could take with one long steady push. I couldn’t see so I’m not sure how much more he gave me, but it was more than before. It was like I lost all my air. While he entered I just gasped with my mouth wide open and then when he stopped, I tightly held his neck and screamed, “YESSSSSSSS ... OMG YESSSSSSS” With that he proceeded to fuck me harder and faster for what felt like forever. I felt like I was being split in two. In and out his pistoned his long, thick cock in and out of me. I could hear the sound the squishy sound of my wet pussy being repeatedly invaded. I came again and again it was big. I held him with all my strength with my arms and my legs clamped tight around him. It felt like my whole body was spasming. It was my best one yet.
After I regained my stability, He commanded, “Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
I quickly got into place. This was something I was really looking forward to. A man who could truly fuck me doggy style. Steve is just too small. Whenever we have tried, he just keeps slipping out because he can’t reach me properly. Steve and I are pretty limited in the positions he’s able to do effectively. I would learn, in this first week, that there wasn’t a position Robert couldn’t perform.
So again, Robert positioned his cock between my puffy lips and I immediately dropped my face to his bed. He pushed in slow but consistent until he reached my limit for that day. He held my hips and pushed in and out of me. I was screaming. Gripping his sheets. Biting them. He said some things but i have no memory of what it was. He started to pick up his pace. Until my pussy was able to adjust to his length and thickness where I could take him all, this was the hardest I had ever been fucked. Steve makes love to me. Its gentle and slow and while I enjoy it because of our connection ... Robert truly fucked me. Though I would learn 3 days later what fucking truly feels like.
I don’t know how many orgasms I had that day. But I know for sure that he had 3. Two inside my mouth — which I loved. He came so much. I loved the feeling of his cock swelling and twitching inside my mouth. I don’t know if it was actually the taste that I liked or if it was because I knew I was pleasing him or that it was because I was giving him just another part of me. But either way, I loved it.
But nothing compared to Robert cumming inside my pussy. He was laying on top of me, holding my wrists above my head with his big strong hands. He was looking down on my sliding in and out. He would go slow and then all of a sudden go really fast and then slow again. He alternated back and forth ... slow and fast ... while I whimpered and cooed while he went slow and then screamed when he went fast. His sweat was dripping all over me. Our bodies were sliding all over each other. But the sexiest thing was how he was looking at me. Whenever I would close my eyes, he would slow down and tell me to look at him. We stared into each other’s eyes the entire time.
He didn’t say a word the entire time. He just stared. After a while, I could tell from his facial expressions and his movements that he was getting ready to cum again. While staring in eyes, I said, “Give it to me, Robert. Cum inside me. Cum inside my pussy.” It wasn’t long after that that he did. I could feel him swell with my pussy like I did earlier with my lips. And then he grunted and pushed as far in as he had been all day and held himself still. He held himself like that so I could feel him cumming. If a man is thrusting inside of a woman while he cums, its kind of hard for her to feel it. The thrusting kind of masks the swelling and twitching and pulsing of his cock. So Robert held himself there. And I could feel every pulse of that magnificent cock. Every twitch. Every time it ejaculated.
It. Was. Incredible!
I immediately started feeling my own orgasm building. He could feel it too, so once he was done he started to push in and out again. He held me there with his hands. I started writhing under him. My head thrashing back and forth. This was a big one. The biggest yet. He started talking, “Give it to me, Lexi. Give me your pussy. That’s it baby girl. Let it go. Give it to me. Give me that married pussy.”
I did. I came for the last time that day.
We showered. I was tempted to fuck him again but I couldn’t. We just stood there in his large walk in shower. The most incredible part of that was that the walls of his shower are glass. I could see our blurry images through the steam in the mirror that was across from us. It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed with my eyes.
We kissed and held each other and cleaned each other. I got dressed. Then I went home.
I smiled the whole way. And smiled and smiled and smiled until I fell asleep after Steve and I went to bed.
I didn’t feel guilty. Not yet. We talked about our day. He asked me why I was in such a good mood. I danced around with my answers and Steve was fine to let me.
I continued to fuck Robert for 3 1/2 weeks on almost a daily basis. Weekends were off limits because Steve was at home. The only time I saw Robert on a weekend was once when Steve went to the store to get some beer for a game he was going to watch with some friends.
I texted Robert and told him I had an hour and I wanted to suck his cock. He gladly accepted my offer and as soon as Steve left, I ran out the door and to his house. I knocked and he shouted that it was open. When I walked in, I saw Robert sitting on his couch with only his I t-shirt on. I laughed and ran to him and devoured him until he came in my mouth.
For 3 1/2 weeks, Robert changed my ideas about sex. I never once felt guilty. It was like, I deserved this. It was something I wanted that Steve simply couldn’t give to me.
But I knew I had to tell him. I wasn’t going to stop, but I had to tell him.
And I should be clear about something that you may be wondering. I never fell in love with Robert. My feelings for him never went past the physical longings that he unleashed in me. It was sex. It was incredible, mind blowing, deliciously orgasmic sex. But it wasn’t love. That was reserved for Steve and that was never a question for me.
So I had to tell him. It wasn’t easy but in the end, it led to where we are today.
That will be my next chapter.
And like a printed story that has an author who decides the plot and the fates of her characters, I’m authoring our real life story. I’ve been deciding the fates of my characters for the better part of three years. And all are happier for it.
So, without further adieu...
Let me introduce the characters of our ongoing and ever developing story:
My name is Lexi and as I write these words, I’ve been married to my husband, Steve for a bit more than 5 years. We fell head over heels our freshman year in college and have been joyfully inseparable ever since. I love him more than I have ever loved anyone and he absolutely adores me. While it may not be important to most stories — the fact that both of us were virgins when we met is important to this one. Just keep that in your pocket (smile).
When we met, Steve was the big deal. He was on our college’s basketball team and by the time he had graduated he had lots of records and plenty of offers from professional teams in Europe — all of which he turned down. Professional basketball just didn’t fit his plan. Steve is very driven and has always had a really good sense of what he wants and how he wants it — and that includes the direction his life takes. As soon as we graduated, we got married and moved to North Carolina so Steve could take a job at a prominent bank. Charlotte is a banking hub, so that’s where he wanted to go ... so that’s where we went. He’s just like that. He’s also very handsome ... VERY HANDSOME (ha). He’s tallish at 6’2” with brown hair and brown eyes and a brown manicured beard. And to this day he is toned from head to toe. He’s a keeper (smile). What makes our particular flavor of marriage so exciting though, is that Steve is really hard to read. He has a real gift of not letting people know what’s going on in his head. It can be frustrating sometimes ... like when Christmas or birthdays roll around. But when it comes to getting him to do what I want and what he’s not willing to admit he wants or what he doesn’t even realize he wants ... well, his pension for keeping playing his cards close to the vest just makes it all the more satisfying when I’m successful. I can’t wait to tell you about my greatest victory but that’s a ways away.
Now me! The star of my ongoing story! In college, I wasn’t quite the big deal that he was. No one would say that I’m model gorgeous, but I’m super cute and I know how to accentuate all that I am.
As far as how I look, I’m 5’3” with a slender, slightly curvy body. I have firm-ish C cup breasts and an ass with a perky bubble that gets lots of stares. But I’m most proud of my legs. I played soccer in high school and still run on an almost daily basis, so my calves are poppin! (Lol) My accessories? I have long, thick, very dark auburn hair that perfectly frame what people first notice about me — my eyes and smile. My eyes are dark green jewels and a smile that my *** says “makes you feel like you just stepped into the sunshine.” I love that description! And because of that, I smile a lot. I guess I have a lot to smile about, so its not fake — but I also know how attractive it is. Added to all of that is a fun, quirky, cutesy personality that eventually makes you want to know me, befriend me or fuck me. I’m not exactly sure why. Independently my looks and my personality and my smile might not be all that irresistible. But put together and used in the right way — well, I usually get what I want.
And that’s what this story is about — Steve and Lexi. Steve the cool, strong, driven, accomplished big deal and Lexi the cute, cutesy, daddy’s girl. There are other characters that will be added to our story, but I’ll introduce them as they enter our lives. But from where we started, no one would have ever guessed that that cute little Lexi would cuckold big, strong Steve. But that’s where we are now and I have no idea where we will end up. I just know that I get to decide and that Steve really likes it that way — at least now he does.
But while my transforming of Steve didn’t officially start until we had been married for 2 plus years, the foundation of it started back in college.
One night, he and some of his basketball friends were out and decided to break into a hotel swimming pool. I was tagging along, as always ... and besides, all his friends loved me...especially a guy named Devon. There were more of us out that night but me, Steve and Devon are the only people that matter here.
Anyway, after swimming for a bit, Steve and I decided to warm up in the hot tub. All of us were in our underwear because this was one of those spur of the moment kind of things and who carries a swimsuit around when you’re living in the Great Northwest? So the setting is that Steve and I are in the hot tub and Devon shouted out that he was freezing and us “lovebirds” needed to get ready for some company — he was about to join us.
Devon was a cute guy with a hilarious, jokey, never serious personality. He was taller than Steve by about 4 inches and just all around bigger. Steve was a guard on the basketball team and Devon was a forward. I had never given Devon much thought before. I mean he was cute and all but he had one of those baby faces. I liked him. He was fun. But I had never really thought much about him as far as late night touch-myself sessions go. That is until he stepped out of the pool and strutted toward us in his white boxer briefs. The fact that they were wet and that he was so very black ... those briefs did very little to hide what was inside them. He looked huge! Remember, it’s a cold night and he’s been swimming in a less than warm pool. That’s not usually a good combination for making a man’s penis look impressive. But wowzers was Devon big. I literally couldn’t look away. That little fact was not lost on Devon or Steve. One thing I did not describe about Steve earlier, was that his penis is ummmmmmmm ... small. Even though i had never had sex with anyone else, I knew it was little. It was fun at first but over time it became less so. I’m not sure about the length of it, but I would guess well below average if average is 6” ... and its thin. Not pencil thin but thin nonetheless. And if I could have seen it that night as Steve watched me stare at Devon’s sexy cock, I imagine his little white penis would have been shrinking to an even less impressive state. Strange how comparisons change your levels of contentedness. From that moment on, I knew Steve was even smaller than I knew and more importantly, I knew that he could not satisfy me. Not physically. Not sexually.
But, nothing happened that night. Looking back, I wish it had. He and his big black dick certainly became the object of many a night’s lust filled fantasy. And he and his thing didn’t help my sex life with Steve. But as far as Devon and I go, nothing more than an increased level of flirtation happened after that night. I wonder if there’s a reunion sometime soon? Hmmmmmmm. (Lol)
Anyway, all of that brings us to speed. The point in our life that I’m about to talk about is the day that I would finally feel what many women are so blessed to feel ... a black man with a black man sized cock.
I’m sure there are white men with large cocks. But Devon ruined me for white men without ever touching me. His big, soft, black cock that dwarfed my husband’s when he is hard burned something in my brain that can’t be unburnt. I want black men. And I want black men to want me. To this day, I’ve found 3 black men who have wanted me .. and I gave myself to all of them. So did Steve — eventually (wink wink).
But my first black man was a man among men named Robert. He lived 3 doors down from us in our semi-exclusive and very private neighborhood. Our neighborhood is basically a large, 3 mile loop with houses that set back in the woods off from the road on 2 acre lots. I met him while running. I run. He runs. It was bound to happen. And because of my smile and my cutesy personality and my perky, somewhat curvy body .. Robert suggested that we run together ... you know, since we’re both already running (eye roll) (lol). And that’s what we did. We ran together almost every morning. Steve knew but I don’t think he knew how much we ran together and he certainly didn’t know that we eventually exchanged numbers ... you know, just in case someone one of isn’t able to make it one morning (eye roll) (lol).
I’m sure you can guess that the logistical updates turned into regular texting and our regular texting turned into shameless flirting.
That all led us to the day mine and my husband’s sex life changed. Two nights before my orgasmically, blissful day, Robert joked that “if you wear my favorite sports bra and shorts again I’m going to run us right inside my house.” That was the breaking point for me. I had long admired Robert’s body as well. He’s tall ... maybe an inch or two taller than Steve. He’s very lean and fit and hard ... and he’s very very dark. A sexy black man. And like me, he also has a pair of shorts that he knows I like. I’m not sure there is a straight woman out there that wouldn’t love those shorts! I never said anything to him about them, but he definitely liked catching my eyes staring at them. These particular shorts were wonderfully brief in the length department and they had a certain revealing snugness about them (lol). To put it mildly, those gray shorts are barely able to hide anything of what lurks and hangs and bulges beneath.
Anyway, Robert texted his joke — but I didn’t want to joke. I was ready to get serious for the first time in my life. Super ready. After a few minutes of biting my lip and squirming in my bed as I lay next to my husband and his little white dick ... I texted back, “Promise?”
He wrote back, “wear them tomorrow and find out, Lex.” I didn’t respond. Until the next morning to say that I wasn’t going to be able to make it for our morning run. I didn’t tell him why, but I had to think. I was super serious but I had to think about the super serious consequences that would naturally be close behind.
With all my bravado, I was still head over heels in love with my husband. I was growing less physically attracted to him because of Devon, first and now Robert — but i could not deny how much I loved that man. Could I really hurt him? Because that’s what would happen. I know it. I knew it. I knew that if I let Robert have me it would not end. I knew I wouldn’t want it to end. That I would never want it to end. And I also knew that I would have to confess. Its just who we are as a couple. We tell each other everything ... even the hard stuff. Could I do that to him? And on the flip side, could I continue on in an unsatisfied and unfulfilled sexual state for the rest of my married life? I really did go back and forth. Back and forth. I was agonizing. Truly agonizing for the first time ever in my life. But what settled it was Devon. Remember Devon? From the pool in college?
He fixed the fate of my coming unfaithfulness with a ten foot walk from the pool to the hot tub. I saw it and I have never forgotten it. What’s more, Steve saw me stare at Devon’s cock and what intrigued me was that he never got mad and he never said a single word about it. He watched me clearly lust after the cock of another man. At the time, I figured it was because he was embarrassed or didn’t want to embarrass me. But there was more. After that night, Devon’s level of flirtation increased a hundredfold. Steve saw that too. Steve saw Devon single me out at parties more and more. Steve saw Devon talk mostly to me even when Steve was standing right next to me. Steve saw Devon look me up and down. Steve saw Devon touch my arm or hand or back when he talked to me. And Steven never once got mad. I got mad plenty of times when little sluts would fawn all over Steve at a bar. Why wasn’t he mad when Devon was clearly hitting on me? Why didn’t he ever try to stop it. At this point, I had never heard of a cuckold or what it was or that people did that kind of stuff. Neither had I heard of it during my Robert dilemma. But something told me, that Steve would, at the very least, not divorce me if I fucked and confessed to fucking another man. Could he understand the position his little dick had put me in? Could he understand? He knew he was small ... I had made cute comments about his small manhood before. I had convinced myself that Steve and I would survive.
That settled it. So the night before my life changing day, I texted Robert .. “tomorrow morning?” “Bright and early,” he quickly responded.
Nothing else was said, at least with words. I said all I needed to with my choice of running attire the next morning and I knew exactly what it would say to Robert and what it would lead to ... I was going to make sure of that.
So I donned my white sports bra that nicely showed my firm-ish C cup breasts as well as my impossibly short pink running shorts that nicely showed my perky, bubble butt ass. I was on my way ... my way to a real man — in the sex department. A real man that I was convinced could make me feel like the woman I wanted to feel like.
As i neared his house, he was already outside waiting for me ... as per usual. And when he saw me, he just stared. As I got closer to him, he said “I warned you about those” - I responded “I thought it was a promise?”
I’m not sure what else was said in front of his house ... the next thing I remember is that we were locked in a kiss in his big, vaulted ceiling, living room. Robert leaning down to me. I was reaching up to him ... kissing. It was a magical kiss. It really was. My first kiss with Steve was memorable like that. Not because he was such a good kisser or because I was so lusting after him. But because I already loved him and that kiss meant he felt something towards me. With Robert, it was pure lust. It was raw. It was animalistic. It was passionate. That kiss makes me think of kissing every black man I ever see. I’m sure not all black men are as good as Robert is at kissing. But like Devon and those shorts, Robert ruined me for kissing. His tongue is big and soft and wet. I sucked it like I was sucking a cock. His lips were also big and soft and wet. I bit them and pulled them and tugged on them with my own. And his hands that were already taking possession of me, were big and hard and strong. I was melting. Literally. My pussy was sopping. But he stopped us and asked
“Lexi, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, Robert ... I have never been more sure about any one moment of time in my entire life. I so want this.”
With that I immediately reached between us and held what was already 3/4 of the way hard and it was undeniably life altering. At least for me. I looked down between our bodies and watched my hand grip and stroke the biggest-by-a mile-cock I had ever felt. And it was still inside his shorts ... but not for long.
I slowly looked up at him — with my look. Steve says I have this look when I’m super turned on that is, in his words, “crazy sexy” ... I gave that look to Robert and I meant everything that I wanted him to see in it.
He asked again, “you’re sure? I’m not going to lie to you Lexi, I’ve been wanting to fuck you from the first day we started running together. But I know you’re married .... “
I stopped him, “don’t ruin this with talk about consequences ... I’ll deal with those. I’ve wanted this for longer than you could know.”
With that, I released his cock, hooked my fingers inside his shorts and pulled them down as I slowly slid down his body. Smiling my smile the whole way.
I did think of Steve. But at this point I wasn’t conflicted. His lack thereof of a cock had denied me long enough. My biggest thought was, it was still morning and Steve wouldn’t be home for hours. Don’t hate me. I’m just being honest. I also naturally compared the two men and their cocks. There was no comparison. Steve was a boy compared to Robert — in the cock department. Robert was every bit a man. A man with a real man’s cock.
It was, as I said, 3/4 hard and getting harder from just my gaze. It was inviting me with every little jump. It was long and black with a big purplish head and it hooked just a little to the right. It also had one prominent vein that snaked down the top of it from the base to the head.
It. Was. Gorgeous!
“Have you ever been with a black man, Lexi?”
I shook my head no, “but I’ve always wanted to.”
“Is your husband this big, Lexi?”
I merely shook my head no and then lifted my hand to it. I had only felt one dick before this masterpiece and I can’t ever remember thinking about what Steve’s weighed. I thought about it this time. Robert’s cock was heavy. That fact made it even more manly than its appearance did. It looked amazing ... but it felt imposing.
I lifted my other hand to hold it... gave Robert one more smile and then leaned in to kiss it. I was lost. The smell. The feel. The taste. Everything about it was transfixing me. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could .. which wasn’t much ... and I made love to it with my mouth for I’m not sure how long.
I don’t mind giving Steve oral ... though now its more of a tool to get what I want ... but even then, it wasn’t something I felt drawn into.
Robert’s cock drew me. It drew my mouth. I loved tasting him. Feeling him between my lips. Feeling him heavy on my tongue. As I worshipped him with my mouth, he got crazy hard. Steve gets hard, obviously .. but this was different. Robert felt like a thick steel pole wrapped in skin. I loved it. Every inch of it. Up and down his shaft, I kissed it. Swirling my tongue over and over the head. Sucking the flavor of him as deeply into my taste buds as I possibly could. I was in heaven.
Eventually he stopped me.
He reached for my hands and helped me up. He pulled my sports bra off and looked at me ... smiling.
Then he led me to his couch and sat me on the edge. I watched him as he knelt down between my legs. He gently nudged me back until I was laying against the back of his couch. He ran his big black hands all over my breasts. He didn’t say anything. Not yet. He just smiled and explored me. I loved watching those black hands touch me. He cupped me. He lightly pinched my nipples. He bent down to kiss them. He pursed his lips around my nipples. He pulled. He lightly bit them with his teeth and tugged at them. It was like I was having an out of body experience. And then at last he leaned back and reached for my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any panties ... which he liked. As he pulled them, I arched my hips to make it easier ... faster. As soon as he had them off, he ran his right hand over me. Over my sex. It was already his. At this point, I had a small patch of hair just above my pussy. I didn’t know how much black men love a woman to be shaved bald. But I do now and that was the last time i had any hair at all down there.
He watched me as he touched me.
“Damn girl you’re wet.”
I just bit my lip.
He inserted his middle finger inside me and then turned it so that his palm was facing up. Then he started to make the “come here” movement with his finger .. pushing and massaging that soft squishy fleshy part inside me under my clit. I was already ready to cum.
“You’re sure, Lexi. I know you are but I like to hear you say it.”
“Yes Robert,” I breathed out.
He leaned down and began licking me. It was glorious. It was the first of many orgasms that man would give me on that day. He most definitely knew what he was doing. He knew how to please a woman.
Steve licks me too and he’s much better now that I’ve taught him how I like it .. but up until this point, never had I felt so much pleasure from a man’s mouth. When he slid his tongue inside me, even that felt bigger than Steve. In almost no time, my legs were clamping around his head and I was writhing back and forth. But before I could cum, Robert stopped and leaned back. He stood up and held his cock in his hand, stepped forward and said,
“I’m not going to let you cum yet, Lexi. Your first time will be on this black cock.”
I was falling further under his spell. His body. His cock. His dominance.
He stepped forward. Held his cock out to me and said, “Suck it, Lexi.”
I leaned forward and sucked his cock and stroked him with both hands. My saliva was dripping down my chin ... down his cock ... down my chest. Again I worshipped him.
That is, until he stopped me again. He knelt back down between my legs. He held his cock and ran it up and down my pussy. I was gasping. My heart was racing and my pussy was on fire.
“Am I a lot bigger than your husband, Lexi?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“How much bigger, Lexi?
‘A lot,” I breathed.
He laughed.
“I know baby. You felt tight on my finger.”
He stopped rubbing me with his cock and slid his finger inside me.
“Does he feel like my finger, Lex?”
I hadn’t thought about it before ... and wasn’t really thinking then. But now that I look back, Steve is not as thin as a finger. He’s bigger than that. But in all honesty, he feels closer to a finger than he does a cock now.
I pushed my hips up to meet his finger ... to push more of him inside of me ... “Yes....”
Robert pulled his finger from me and brought it to my lips. I opened and he slid it inside. I sucked as he said,
“My cock is not going to feel like a finger, Lexi. I’ll be gentle until you’re ready. But when you are, I’m going to fuck you like your husband has never fucked you. Like no one has.”
God he was speaking my language.
He again positioned his cock ... and I watched every glorious moment. He rubbed up and down, coating his head with my juices that were already flowing. He pushed a little. Invading me. He pushed a little more. Stretching my opening. I watched as his big black cock spread my pussy. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
He never said a word for the next several moments. He just slowly pulled out and then pushed a little more inside. Inch by inch he did this until he was about half way in. It was beautiful. His black cock shining with my wetness. Pushing in and out of my little wet white pussy.
After a while, he asked “Is this how deep your husband reaches?”
I wasn’t sure. I think that was about right ... as I think back. But Robert was so much thicker than Steve that he felt like he was much, much deeper.
I just nodded.
He told me to keep looking at it, “Look how much more there is, Lexi. There’s another half to go.”
I was absolutely amazed. The feeling was incredible. I was stretched so tight that I think his cock was touching every single nerve inside my once faithful pussy. I really can’t explain it. I had never used a a toy before. And all that had ever been inside me were my fingers, my husband’s fingers, a boyfriend’s fingers in high school and of course, my husband’s little white dick.
Robert hurt ... it really did. It felt like he was ripping me. But at the same time, I liked it. This is how I imagined a man is supposed to push a woman’s sexual envelope. This is how sex for pleasure should feel ... tension ... stretching ... pushing ... challenging ... I started to cum.
I had never had an orgasm like that before. It was by far my biggest. Every orgasm I had ever had was clitoral ... never once did I have a vaginal orgasm. I got light headed and screamed and tensed...my tummy balled up inside me ... my legs were shaking ... i was pushing and gripping Robert’s chest. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. And it only got better.
When I came to my senses, Robert was smiling at me and asked, “Damn girl. Did you enjoy that?”
I couldn’t answer. I just stared and smiled. My hair was all over my face. I was becoming a sweaty soaking mess.
He continued, “Does your husband do that to you?”
I just stared and mouthed “no”
“I haven’t even started to fuck you yet.”
With that he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down and hovered over me. He kissed me again. Deep. Sensual. Slow. I had never been so sexually and sensually overwhelmed. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and kissed him like i had never kissed a man before. I was inhaling him. We kissed like that for quite a while. His cock was laying between our bodies and I wanted to feel it inside me again. So I helped him match my urgency.
I knew he was getting off on comparing himself to my husband. I was getting off on it too for some reason. So to get him on my time table, I stopped kissing him and reached with my lips for his ear. I bit his lobe and whispered with hot breath, “I love your black cock, Robert. Fuck me. Fuck me like my husband can’t.”
That drove him crazy. He lined up the head of his cock and pushed it into me as far as I could take with one long steady push. I couldn’t see so I’m not sure how much more he gave me, but it was more than before. It was like I lost all my air. While he entered I just gasped with my mouth wide open and then when he stopped, I tightly held his neck and screamed, “YESSSSSSSS ... OMG YESSSSSSS” With that he proceeded to fuck me harder and faster for what felt like forever. I felt like I was being split in two. In and out his pistoned his long, thick cock in and out of me. I could hear the sound the squishy sound of my wet pussy being repeatedly invaded. I came again and again it was big. I held him with all my strength with my arms and my legs clamped tight around him. It felt like my whole body was spasming. It was my best one yet.
After I regained my stability, He commanded, “Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
I quickly got into place. This was something I was really looking forward to. A man who could truly fuck me doggy style. Steve is just too small. Whenever we have tried, he just keeps slipping out because he can’t reach me properly. Steve and I are pretty limited in the positions he’s able to do effectively. I would learn, in this first week, that there wasn’t a position Robert couldn’t perform.
So again, Robert positioned his cock between my puffy lips and I immediately dropped my face to his bed. He pushed in slow but consistent until he reached my limit for that day. He held my hips and pushed in and out of me. I was screaming. Gripping his sheets. Biting them. He said some things but i have no memory of what it was. He started to pick up his pace. Until my pussy was able to adjust to his length and thickness where I could take him all, this was the hardest I had ever been fucked. Steve makes love to me. Its gentle and slow and while I enjoy it because of our connection ... Robert truly fucked me. Though I would learn 3 days later what fucking truly feels like.
I don’t know how many orgasms I had that day. But I know for sure that he had 3. Two inside my mouth — which I loved. He came so much. I loved the feeling of his cock swelling and twitching inside my mouth. I don’t know if it was actually the taste that I liked or if it was because I knew I was pleasing him or that it was because I was giving him just another part of me. But either way, I loved it.
But nothing compared to Robert cumming inside my pussy. He was laying on top of me, holding my wrists above my head with his big strong hands. He was looking down on my sliding in and out. He would go slow and then all of a sudden go really fast and then slow again. He alternated back and forth ... slow and fast ... while I whimpered and cooed while he went slow and then screamed when he went fast. His sweat was dripping all over me. Our bodies were sliding all over each other. But the sexiest thing was how he was looking at me. Whenever I would close my eyes, he would slow down and tell me to look at him. We stared into each other’s eyes the entire time.
He didn’t say a word the entire time. He just stared. After a while, I could tell from his facial expressions and his movements that he was getting ready to cum again. While staring in eyes, I said, “Give it to me, Robert. Cum inside me. Cum inside my pussy.” It wasn’t long after that that he did. I could feel him swell with my pussy like I did earlier with my lips. And then he grunted and pushed as far in as he had been all day and held himself still. He held himself like that so I could feel him cumming. If a man is thrusting inside of a woman while he cums, its kind of hard for her to feel it. The thrusting kind of masks the swelling and twitching and pulsing of his cock. So Robert held himself there. And I could feel every pulse of that magnificent cock. Every twitch. Every time it ejaculated.
It. Was. Incredible!
I immediately started feeling my own orgasm building. He could feel it too, so once he was done he started to push in and out again. He held me there with his hands. I started writhing under him. My head thrashing back and forth. This was a big one. The biggest yet. He started talking, “Give it to me, Lexi. Give me your pussy. That’s it baby girl. Let it go. Give it to me. Give me that married pussy.”
I did. I came for the last time that day.
We showered. I was tempted to fuck him again but I couldn’t. We just stood there in his large walk in shower. The most incredible part of that was that the walls of his shower are glass. I could see our blurry images through the steam in the mirror that was across from us. It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed with my eyes.
We kissed and held each other and cleaned each other. I got dressed. Then I went home.
I smiled the whole way. And smiled and smiled and smiled until I fell asleep after Steve and I went to bed.
I didn’t feel guilty. Not yet. We talked about our day. He asked me why I was in such a good mood. I danced around with my answers and Steve was fine to let me.
I continued to fuck Robert for 3 1/2 weeks on almost a daily basis. Weekends were off limits because Steve was at home. The only time I saw Robert on a weekend was once when Steve went to the store to get some beer for a game he was going to watch with some friends.
I texted Robert and told him I had an hour and I wanted to suck his cock. He gladly accepted my offer and as soon as Steve left, I ran out the door and to his house. I knocked and he shouted that it was open. When I walked in, I saw Robert sitting on his couch with only his I t-shirt on. I laughed and ran to him and devoured him until he came in my mouth.
For 3 1/2 weeks, Robert changed my ideas about sex. I never once felt guilty. It was like, I deserved this. It was something I wanted that Steve simply couldn’t give to me.
But I knew I had to tell him. I wasn’t going to stop, but I had to tell him.
And I should be clear about something that you may be wondering. I never fell in love with Robert. My feelings for him never went past the physical longings that he unleashed in me. It was sex. It was incredible, mind blowing, deliciously orgasmic sex. But it wasn’t love. That was reserved for Steve and that was never a question for me.
So I had to tell him. It wasn’t easy but in the end, it led to where we are today.
That will be my next chapter.
