nightmarebrunette:

This client gets me incredibly hot. He’s a little goofy-looking, young and earnest, tall. He recently found out his wife had been cheating on him with a work colleague (of his) for virtually their entire marriage. They have a toddler, a boy.

He had a cuckold fantasy before he found out about his wife’s affair. Part of what hurts him is that he wasn’t even able to enjoy it. He wonders how many times he fucked her after she’d been with the other man without knowing that she had. There’s no enjoyment without the knowing. And when he asks her about the other man now—was he better than me? was he bigger?—she says no, no, and won’t talk about it more. But this isn’t the answer he wants to hear.

Our conversation always comes back around to sluttishness although he cautions each time that he may be too vulnerable to play the way we usually do. Yet inevitably he’ll ask me questions about how many men I’ve had sex with in a day, if I knew when I fucked the first that there’d be a second. And the recounting gives way to the game. He asks me where I’ve been, why I’m late. I say I was at a bar and ended up flirting with two men until I finally let one screw me in his car in the alley. “You didn’t waste any time,” he whispers. “Well I had to get to the second guy before coming home to you,” I reply. His cock is perfect: long, thick, pretty. Big enough to make it laughable when I talk about how other men do a better job of filling me.

“I was such a fool to think I could satisfy you,” he murmurs, palm against my slit. Every touch is right. He makes me so wet he doesn’t even need lube to finger my asshole—”See?” I say. “His come is still leaking out of me.”—but no matter how much he begs me I don’t let him slide his amazing cock inside. I keep telling him he’s not good enough, he’s always bored me, the most he could hope for is to watch me with someone else someday—and then he comes shuddering under my hand, against my stomach, breathing “Look at you. Of course you needed others. I’m such a fool. Of course.”