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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When Rachel was seeing her last regular (which almost lasted 3 years), they did decide to eventually got bareback. She was exclusive to him and I, and also he wasn't seeing anyone seeing anyone else at the time and Rachel and he were having sex once, sometimes even twice, a week.
Occasionally we would stay overnight. On those occasions we often all crash in the same room, but I'll never forget the first time, Rachel said that wasn't going to happen. That I would be in the spare room for the night.
I am sure you’ll understand it when I say that I hardly slept a wink that night. The two bedrooms were adjacent and, thankfully, it is both very quite where he lives and Rachel had also insisted on keeping the bedroom doors open. I think her thinking behind this was probably to tease me. My knowing I could hear fairly clearly would mean I that would struggle to try and stay awake with the most likely outcome being that when I did fall asleep that the chances would be that I’d sleep right through. Or maybe she just wanted me to hear anything that happened? I don’t know.
Rachel didn’t tuck me into my bed until just gone midnight. She did literally tuck me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before telling me she was very pleased with her little cuckold, ‘who’d was being a such a good boy, sleeping on his own tonight while she’d be with her boyfriend just a wall’s width away’.
We’ve played verbally with her being a Dom to me before, but never had she done it so well or so naturally. I am pretty sure that she really, really meant it! My erection was almost painful hard.
Whilst I couldn’t make out any words, I could hear them talking for a little while, I could hear the odd sound that was clearly a kiss and then came another sound: a soft little sight and a gentle moan. I nearly came!
Then it all went quiet. Soon I could make out the gentle rise and fall of breath from two people who were clearly asleep.
I stayed lying awake until 2. Then the need to go to the loo started to build. By half past, I could hold off any longer, I really needed to go.
To reach the bathroom I had to head pass the open door to ‘their’ bedroom. Shielding the light off my iPhone as reduce the glare and not disturb them, I managed to see the shape of them in bed together. They were both obviously asleep. Rachel on her side facing the door, her boyfriend behind her, his arms wrapped around her in an embrace.
The sound of the loo being flushed must have disturbed them. About 5 minutes after I was back in my bed I heard the unmistakable sound of a duvet moving, a word or two and a kiss. Instantly my cock was rock hard and I really had to control my stroking it, or else I’d be coating the duvet cover in semen.
But again the sounds of motion died away as the silence of sleep descended. Maybe being unsure if I was asleep had stopped things developing? I was pretty sure, although nothing had been said, that when – if – they did have sex on their own, the thinking would be for me NOT to overhear it, for it to be private between him and her until Rachel decided to tell me in outline or detail or at all.
It was 4 am when it happened. I had dozed off, but it must have been only lightly. Something woke me, a sound. I lay listening, my heart pounding. Was I mistaken? Worse still, had I slept through their having sex and missed it? No, relax, I told myself. There was more movement and the sound of another kiss. Would sleep come back to them this time? No.
I can honestly say in all the time I have heard and seen Rachel have sex that I have never, not once, heard her make the sort of noises like the ones she did in the dark that morning. Their sex was obviously amazing intense. She was coming so hard time and again – I heard her tell him so, calling out to God twice and telling him, encouraging him on as he pleasured her and took his pleasure from her. Any control to keep their voices low had long since dissolved as their base desire to be with each other drove out any thoughts of who was in the next room and that the doors were open.
Almost 45 minutes it lasted. The pace of their sex began to increase and I heard him quite clearly ask Rachel where he should come?
‘Inside me,’ I heard her gasp back to him. He grunted and I knew at that very moment that he was ejaculating deep inside Rachel, his semen flooding her vagina as they mutually climaxed together.
There was plenty more kissing before I heard Rachel say she’d be back in a little while. Suddenly I had the urge to pretend to be asleep just before Rachel came into the room were I was. She pulled back the duvet and climbed in facing me.
Calling my name gently, she ‘woke’ me. I gave her a hello and a kiss that she returned with gusto. She then took my hand and drew it down her body, guiding it down between her legs.
‘Your soaking,’ I said.
‘No,’ she replied ‘It’s not me.’
‘Your full of cum?’ Durr, a stupid question I thought as I said it. Talk about state the bleeding obvious.
‘Oh yes,’ she purred before kissing me. ‘Now go and clean me up my little cuckold.’
Those were her exact words. They will be blazed into my memory for as long as I live.
‘Really?’ I asked.
‘Don’t make me ask twice,’ she replied gently to me. She certainly didn’t need to.
For at least 5 minutes I lapped away at her pussy. She clearly enjoyed my ministrations as she held the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I did my ‘duty’.
His cum was everywhere; on her outer lips, on the top of her pubis and flowing out of her vagina. I thought he had come a lot last night, but it was seemingly nothing compared to the load he had unloaded into Rachel when they had been on their own. He also tasted very strong, very salty and she smelt musky, a mix of her own sex and his. I was in heaven.
Eventually she said enough, ‘come up, lie on me’. She reached down and took my cock and slowly positioned it over her entrance. “In,’ she commanded.
Slowly I sank into her. She was incredibly warm, almost hot, and still very, very wet.
‘Fuck me.’
I did so and as I did, she told me bluntly and loud enough for him to hear, just how inferior my cock was to his and that my action, although nice enough to make her cum, wasn’t anything thing like as satisfying as his.
I asked if she could feel me?
‘A little, my little cuckold.’
It didn’t take much more before I began to feel my own orgasm build. I’d been close to coming whilst wanking anyway, so it wasn’t going to take much and what I had just done and been told only added to my increasing sexual excitement and I desire to orgasm.
A desire that I suddenly learnt was going to remain unfulfilled for the time being.
‘Don’t you dare cum in me’ Rachel said.
‘Fuck, why no?’ I exclaimed.
‘Because I told you so,’ she replied sternly, but before continuing in a softer tone. ‘I only want my boyfriend to cum inside me tonight. Come lie beside me. Have a cuddle for a bit.’
I had no choice. I rolled off, my cock aching and my balls strained to be emptied. Instead she cuddled up to me, her head on my chest. With one hand reached down over my abdomen and took hold of my manhood.
‘Wow, that’s ever so big for you,’ she purred as she stroked me a few times gently. ‘If you are a good boy, I might let you cum tonight.’
‘Please, can I cum now?’ I’d never whined like this before. I really wanted to cum and I knew I was powerless to do so unless I had permission.
‘No, you’ll make a mess.’
Defeated, but not deflated, I lay there with my arm around Rachel.
‘Happy?” I asked.
‘Oh yes,’ she replied.
‘My girl?’
‘Right now? No, I’m not your girl. I am his and I am going back to him now.’
‘Five more minutes, please?’
She smiled and gave me a kiss. ‘Yes, 5 more minutes.’
True to her word she stayed with me, her cuckold for those 5 delicious minutes. Then without a word she tilted her head up towards me and I saw her smile at me in the increasing pre-dawn light and I knew then that it was time for me to remove my arm from around her. She stood up and pulled the duvet back up over me before bending over to give me a farewell kiss before she was gone, back to where she wanted to be: in his bed.
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