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Their fingers touched at the same time as their eyes met. Liz’s searching eyes gazed into Liam’s at the very moment that her fingers touched his. Her fingers were holding the clasp of the strap on her black suspender belt and his fingers were holding the laced top of her black silk stockings. He could feel the warmth of her soft white flesh and it aroused him. “You’ve changed your mind, haven’t you?” she said softly. Liam looked at her with his puppy dog eyes as he nodded. Liz continued to fasten her straps in silence. Liam turned his gaze to her shaven mound as he knelt on his knees, naked, in front of her. I…I don’t think it’s going to be possible to pull out now,” she told him as she straightened up once her stockings were fully secure. Liam continued to stare at her crotch. It was his possession. She was his wife. Her pussy belonged to him and yet he had always wanted to share it with another male. “I know,” he said with a tone of resignation. Her hand reached down and stroked his head, “Denzil is expecting sex with me tonight.” Liam felt his knees weaken. “And…and you will be giving it to him?” He saw her head move. “You want to have sex with Denzil tonight, don’t you?” She nodded again. Liam was hurting. The pangs of jealousy were turning his stomach into knots. It had taken him years to pluck up the courage to share his fantasy with her but when he had; he was pleasantly surprised at her acceptance of it. He knew, from her Women’s magazines that a lot of women had found the very idea repugnant; hurtful even. Liz had accepted it. She had joined in with it. Liz would tell him, as they made love, just what she would do in bed with another man if she ever got the chance. In turn Liam found it highly erotic listening to her talk so dirty like that as he fucked her. The fantasy took its inevitable turn from bedroom talk to real life talk and then onto websites that cater for couples seeking other sexual partners. There they met Denzil. He was a local guy of West Indian origin who enjoyed almanbahis fun with married couples. He was fairly experienced and had introduced quite a few couples into the cuckolding lifestyle. After much discussion, through emails and telephone calls, they agreed to meet up. The first meeting had been a week earlier at a local pub; a neutral venue where they could see if there was any chemistry between them. There was. Liam noticed that little girl, coy look, that Liz gave Denzil as they chatted. He also noticed the look that a man gives a woman when he wants her from Denzil. Later as they stood outside discussing the next stage both turned to him with that ‘Well when?’ look in their eyes. It was then that he realised that this was no longer just a fantasy; they were stepping into reality with it. “Er, maybe we should talk about it and get back,” Liam had said looking at Liz. The look of disappointment in both their eyes was quite telling. They parted with a hand shake from Liam and a kiss on the cheek from Liz with a promise to be in touch in a day or two. Later at home they fucked as they talked about Denzil. Liz was quite vocal about wanting Denzil’s big cock inside her. Though Liam was excited during sex he found that in the light of day the jealousy was gripping and yet… Liam’s thoughts we interrupted by Liz stepping back and picking her panties up off the bed. They were black silk with a red love heart motif conveniently placed over the mound area. She handed them to him and then rested her hands on his shoulders. As she lifted each leg in turn he placed them around her ankles and then slid them up her legs. When they had gathered around her stocking tops Liz took over and pulled them up over her hips. Their eyes met again and Liz motioned him to get up. “I do love you. You know that don’t you?” she said as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her for a kiss. Liam nodded. Her hand dropped to his cock. He felt of shudder of intense sexual excitement as she took hold of almanbahis yeni giriş it. “You’re very excited aren’t you?” He groaned softly as she ran her thumb over his very sticky tip. “Denzil’s excited too.” “Is…is that what he told you earlier on the phone/” Liam already knew the answer even before she nodded. “What else did he say?” “He told me that I was going to get a fucking that I would never forget,” she told him as she stroked his cock. Liam groaned loudly. Liz suddenly lowered herself to her knees. Taking hold of his cock again, she pulled it to her lips. Liam’s groan almost drowned out her voice as she spoke again. “I told him that I couldn’t wait to feel his big black cock inside me.” Liam was starting to lose it. One hand cupped his balls and her other hand stroked him as her lips gripped him tightly. “I’m going to suck him like this,” she said as she pulled her lips away from him. “You don’t mind me taking his cock in my mouth before he fucks me do you?” “N-o-o-o-o-o-o,” Liam groaned. Liz’s hand began to move faster and Liam reached and gripped her head. He was cumming now. He didn’t want her to stop. It was his third blow job in as many days from her. There had been no penetrative sex for him at Denzil’s request; his only release had been from her hands and her mouth. But there was to be no release for him this time. Liz suddenly stopped and pulled away. He tried to pull her back to him but she resisted and resumed her position with her arms around his neck. “Later,” she told him with a kiss. Liam groaned with frustration but he also realised that there was purpose in what she had done. If she had made him cum he would have been sexually satisfied and it would have been harder for her to manipulate him. In a heightened sexual state he would be putty in her hands. Denzil had been teaching her well. They dressed in silence; Liz slipping into a black dress with a low cut top and a shortish but wide hem. It was the sort of dress that just screamed out for a groping almanbahis giriş hand. Liam slipped into a shirt and pants. He wasn’t going out tonight. Liz was going out alone with Denzil. He stood behind her a she sat in front of the dressing table mirror and put on her makeup. From time to time she glanced up at him. His face was etched with pain; that was plain to see, but inside his sexual excitement was surging. “Will you be staying out long?” he asked her breaking the awkward silence between them. She turned around. She was facing his groin. Her hand automatically reached up and touched his bulge. “I hope not,” she told him as she looked him the eye. He reached out and stroked her hair. He wanted her to elaborate but he knew the answer. Liz wanted to go to bed with Denzil. He reached over, while she still held his bulge and slid back the hem of her dress. She opened her legs for him as his hand slipped over her stocking tops. Her inner thighs were soft and warm. His fingers pressed against the crotch of panties; they were damp. He slipped a couple of fingers under the edge and was met with the wetness of her arousal. “You really are looking forward to getting fucked aren’t you?” he said softly. Liz nodded. “You aren’t going to stop him are you?” Liam said nothing. “Please let him fuck me.” Liam nodded as he withdrew his fingers. He knew that he still the power to say no but he also knew that to do so would be to deny her. Something inside him wanted her to be happy. He wanted Denzil to give her a fucking that she would remember forever and yet at the same time he was filled with jealousy. “You will let him won’t you?” Liam could only nod. He couldn’t bring himself to actually say the word ‘yes’. She smiled at him again as she gently squeezed his bulge. “I really would like to watch.” Liz gazed into his eyes again. They had already discussed that issue. Her head shook, “I know darling but I would feel inhibited having you in the room at the same time,” she told him. “Maybe once we are all used to each other and into the relationship a while we can open it up a bit like that.” He was disappointed. Liz reached up and kissed him and he left her to finish off her make up while he poured himself a glass of wine.
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