Chapter 6

I walked as quietly as I could down the hallway, and then into the bedroom where I hoped Cody lay still sleeping. Lifting the sheet as carefully as I could, I climbed back in bed.

To my surprise, he was lying there fully awake, and as soon as I was settled in place on my back, he began to caress my breasts and nuzzle my neck. When he was sure he had my full attention, he asked, "Where did you go?"

I tried to think of some excuse to explain my leaving the bed for that length of time, but was completely unable to do so. Finally, I just said, "I went to Jack's room."

Still caressing and nuzzling me, he asked with a chuckle in his voice, "And what did you there, my lady?"

I was very much uneasy about answering him with the truth, since I wasn't sure he'd find my activities while with my husband to be as exciting as Jack and I did. So I tried to put him off by saying, "I just wanted to make sure he was still asleep."

He said, "Well, I just wondered. I sleep very lightly anymore, and when you got out of bed my eyes were open. I saw you had a handkerchief tucked between your legs when you left, but when you came back later, it was gone. I was just wondering why you did that."

I knew I'd been caught, and the resolve swept over me then that I was going to tell Cody the simple truth, if that's what he wanted to know. After all, I wanted this relationship to be long-term, if not forever, and any dishonesty now would destroy his feelings for me.

I said, "When I left, I needed the handkerchief to keep your cum from running down my legs. When I came back, there wasn't any left to run anywhere, let alone down my legs." I lay there in silence then, waiting for his words of disgust, followed by his storming out of the house, and my life, forever.

Instead of that, though, he simply continued to caress and nuzzle me, then said, "I knew you were the most loving person I've ever meant. The fact that you got out of bed to do something Jack wanted so badly just tells me how right I was about you." He paused for a few seconds, and before I could say anything, continued, "Did he like it as much as he thought he would?"

I was so flustered by his easy acceptance that all I could do was ask, "How did you know?"

He chuckled again, then said, "Well, since I don't do any dating, and don't have all that many friends on campus, I spend lots of time on the Internet. About a year ago, I stumbled across an interesting Website that catered to men who wanted their wives to have affairs. I read several stories they'd posted there, and the part that I remember most was that, to a man, they wanted their wives to make them give them oral sex after they'd had intercourse with their lovers. Now, I may be only 23 years old, but I can put two and two together, or I guess two and one in our case." He stopped to laugh at his little joke, and I had by then relaxed sufficiently to allow me to join in.

He then continued, "You'd of had no way of knowing that when I first saw both of you at the pool, I had visited that site the night before. When I saw the two of you together, a fantasy of us doing that just took over my brain, and it's about all I've been able to think of ever since. God, lady, you'll never know how you just about drove me crazy when you invited me to dinner tonight! About all I've been able to think of was getting you in bed, while Jack was in another room waiting for you."

He gave me a few seconds to think about what he'd just revealed to me, then licked my ear and whispered, "That's the way it is, isn't it?"

I'm sure he didn't need my confession, but I gave it anyway, saying with a catch in my voice, "Yes, you guessed it. I guess I was just like you and wanted you from the first time I ever saw you. When I found out Jack wanted me to cuckold him, you were the only man squarely in my bullseye."

That made us laugh, and it was such a comfortable feeling to be lying there beside my brand-new lover, that I wanted that moment to last forever. Somehow, knowing that he wasn't disgusted by the fact that I'd just come back from feeding my husband the fresh cum in my pussy, and that he still wanted to have sex with me, just about made my heart burst with love for him.

Our hands began to roam then, and it became very quiet in the room, with the only sounds being our heavy breathing. At last I couldn't stand it any longer, and whispered, "Please fuck me again, lover. Fuck me and don't ever stop."

As he moved atop me, he said softly, "I'll try, but it may be beyond my ability. I've never in my life known any woman who makes me feel like you do. You get me so hot that I just can't hold back."

I answered, in an equally-soft voice, "Just do your best, lover. That's all any woman can ask."

And he did. Of course, it didn't last forever, but he was able to wait until I climaxed first, and that truly is all any woman can ask of a man. So I was satisfied, in more ways than one.

Once again Cody lay beside me and we snuggled and kissed as our bodies cooled and our breathing became more even. After awhile, he asked matter-of-factly, "Are you going to go give him his midnight snack now?"

Again I was surprised by his easy acceptance of the situation, and said in a matching manner, "I suppose I should. I do love him, you know."

He again surprised me, saying, "I know. I wouldn't have it any other way. I'd never want to be a home-wrecker type of guy. Actually, I really do feel grateful to him for 'loaning' his wife to me, so there's no way in the world I could feel anything like jealousy toward him." He lay there quietly for a long time, making me think he was having a change of heart, and would try to urge me to leave Jack and be with him exclusively.

That was evidently far from what he was thinking, because he said, "You don't have to walk all that way, if you don't want to. You could make him do the walking."

To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. It took me several seconds to reply, and when I did, all that came out was, "What do you mean?"

He said, "I mean that you could just yell at him to come in here. Then you wouldn't have to waste another handkerchief." His laughter seemed strained to my ears, and I was sure there was an undercurrent of excitement that he was trying to keep from me.

I snuggled even closer to him, then whispered, "If he comes in here, he may want to do more than just me sitting on his mouth."

He said nothing more than a simple, "That'd be okay, too."

I was sure he didn't know what I was talking about, so said, "If you've read stories written by cuckolds, then you surely know they want to be forced to clean their wife's lover, too."

His only response was, "Yes."

That settled it for me, because to tell the truth, I'd been more than a little intrigued, and yes, excited, by just that topic ever since reading Jack's story for the first time. As I began to understand that Cody would have no objections if I forced Jack to suck him off, I felt a reawakening of the arousal that had been a part of me for most of this wonderful night.

Making no reply, I turned on the lamp, then yelled at the top of my voice, "Jack, get in here!"

Continued in Chapter 7.