For a couple of days after she cuckolded me, and I got it on video, Mary was quiet, withdrawn. I wondered if we should talk again, that I should reassure her everything was alright. Then the Tuesdays after we went to bed. Everything was normal until the lights went out, then Mary slid across to me and put her leg over mine.
“Are you sure we’re ok?” She asked as her hand went to my cock.
“Yep,” I replied, turning my head to face her. We kissed, and her hand went under my track pants and began stroking.
We kissed and she jerked for a minute, then she whispered, “did you like watching us?”
“I loved it.”
“Did it turn you on?”
“Yeah.”
She kissed me again, then slid under the sheets until she was at my now hard dick. She pulled it out from my pants, and I felt her tongue slowly lick it. She licked, then twirled it around my head. Then she took my cock into her mouth, sliding until most of me was in. She used just the right amount of pressure as she came back up.
She proceeded to blow me, giving me the best blowjob she had even given me. The feeling of her lips, gently pressed against my member, was amazing, and I came close to shooting in her mouth a couple of times.
She released me and slid up the bed. She knelt, pushing the sheets back, and removed her extra long shirt. It was almost completely dark, but I could see the outline of her chubby body. She was a bigger woman, but she still had an hourglass figure accented by her large tits and her chubby, beautiful ass.
Mary straddled me and took my cock in her hand. She raised herself and ran my dick over her pussy, flicking it over her clit. She did this a few times, then aimed my member at her hole. Then she impaled herself on my hardness, going all the way down with a moan.
She didn’t play around with a build up, she came right back up then slammed down again, riding me hard. The noises she made were loud, louder than she had been in years. It was as if the woman I first dated, that I fucked in a marathon session filled with passion twenty-three years earlier was back.
In minutes she threw her head back and went “aaahh yes, God fuck!” and I knew she was cumming hard. This brought me to the end and thirty second later my body stiffened, and I shot my load inside of her.
She came down, her body over mine, and we kissed again.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“God yeah,” she said.
Two days later we did it again, this time I was on top of her. At the end she yelled for me to fuck her hard and she came harder than she had in years!
Every two days for two weeks we had amazing sex. Each time her blowjobs lasted longer and got a bit better. She leaned to use her tongue more. On the second week she started taking me most of the way in and humming a bit.
Sex with her had become erotic again. She wasn’t just going through the motions, she was enjoying it. It was as if I was having sex with a twenty two year old Mary again.
Of course, I still had that video, and I used it. When she was out to work during the day, I watched her fuck that man at least twice. I lasted as long as I could, but I still came before he did.
On the Tuesday after she cuckolded me, I noticed Mary was chatting with someone. I had an idea who it was, so when she slipped out for a cigarette I went into her phone (I knew the passcode) and looked at the last bit of the chat.
Brad wanted to see Mary again. He wanted to have sex with her (he used the phrase “make love”) without me there. Mary replied she wanted to sleep with him again too, but she made a deal with me. This turned me on, so I went to the bathroom, watched the video I made of the two of them fucking, and jerked off.
The following Saturday she took a shower, so I got a chance to go deeper into their messages. They chatted like high school kids announcing their attraction for each other.
“I really like you,” he wrote.
“I really like you too,” she replied.
“I’ve wanted to make love to you for years,” he said.
“It felt amazing feeling you inside of me,” she replied.
And it went on. The end result was, always, he wanted to fuck her again and she would only do it if I was there because that’s what we agreed.
The following Monday we were sitting on the couch watching TV when Mary sighed deeply.
“What?” I asked.
“Brad wants to see me again.”
“Just you?”
“Yes. I keep telling him I can’t without you, but he won’t take that for an answer.”
“So, tell him it’s that way or no way and if he won’t accept it, you can’t keep talking with him.”
Mary typed something into her phone. Then she typed more in. The whole time I was going, “oh please let this happen again.” They chatted for a half an hour until Mary said, “he wants to have dinner.”
“With you or both of us.”
“With me but he’ll accept you have to be there.”
Two weeks from the day Mary cuckolded me we were in a restaurant booth sitting across from Brad. I made sure we had some booze, with Mary having her first rum and coke.
It was awkward. Small chit chat with long, awkward silences. I knew something had to be done, so I leaned in whispered, “why don’t you ask about someone you both know from his job?” in her ear.
“Um… so, Brad, what’s Shelly up to these days?” This got the conversation between the two started.
When the meal arrives, I order Mary a second rum and coke so she would be frisky.
“This is just weird,” Brad said after a pause.
“I know,” Mary agrees.
“Oh yeah,” I say. “But you have to admit we had fun.”
“Yeah,” Brad looked right at Mary when he said that, and she smiled.
Mary was not the type to flirt, it just wasn’t in her nature, but I told her that if this was going to happen, she would probably have to make a move. She asked me what to do and I gave her some suggestions, but the fact that she did anything blew my mind.
Right here, before things got awkward again, she reached across the table, took his hand, and looked him in the eyes. “When we’re done, why don’t the three of us go back to your place?”
“Um… yeah, I’d like that,” he replied, smiling.
“Do you still have that bottle we had shots out of?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Great, so we’ll have some shots and see what happens, alright?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
We didn’t get dessert.
Twenty minutes later we were in his apartment and he was pouring shots. I sat in the same chair I sat in before, and my wife and Brad sat net to each other on the couch. They toasted and took the shots, then Mary suggested they have another, so they did.
“You know, I still can’t believe what happened the other night,” Brad said.
“I know.”
“I’ve wanted to make love to you for years.”
“Me too.”
“I have to tell you, those joke propositions I made. They were real.”
“I know. I almost took you up on them.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I’m married. I’m not the type to cheat.”
Brad shrugged. “You kind of did.”
“That was different.”
“I guess it was,” he took her hand. “I loved kissing you, do you mind if I do it again?”
“No.”
Brad leaned in, then reached up and took her glasses off and put them on the coffee table. Then he leaned in again and their lips touched. Gently at first, then less gently, finally he wrapped his hands around her waist, and her hands went to his neck, and they started making out.