Daddies Brat

I smiled, and said, “It’s always a turn-on for us when Ken suckles me, almost every night, and I should have warned you about how this kind of close, intimate contact can affect us. But we need the money, and I’d like for us to continue this as often as you desire it. It may not be as arousing when the newness wears off, but Ken will just have to understand that there is a risk in sharing me with another man like this.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jeff said, “You said before that Ken might want to watch us, and I’m glad he wasn’t watching tonight. What would he say if he saw you lean down to kiss my forehead and then rub me that way?”

I thought of how Ken was masturbating while watching us and knowing that Ken was listening behind the wall said, “I don’t know, Jeff. This is new territory for all of us, and I’m not sure how he would react to seeing me being intimate with another man. I’ve read that some men like watching their wives with other men but don’t yet know how Ken would react.”

Jeff stood up and was leaving, as he said, “It was such an amazing experience being with you like this, and I’d like to do it again tomorrow evening if that’s okay with you, Julie. I could happily get lost in those big, milk-filled breasts of yours.”

I laughed, and said, “I’d like to do it again tomorrow as well, and I love it when men are so attracted to me this way.”

Talking it Over with Ken

Ken came into the room after Jeff left, and I said, “Wow, honey, you must have liked watching me with Jeff an awfully lot with you masturbating that way.”

He sat next to me on the couch, and said, “It was erotic enough watching him sucking your breasts, which are as big as his head, but the way you were cradling his head and then leaning down to kiss his forehead showed even more intimacy. And even though I couldn’t see your hand from my position, I lost it when I saw that you were rubbing his hip and dropping it lower. I heard Jeff say that you didn’t touch his cock, but what were you thinking when you did that?”

I answered, “I don’t know, honey, I probably wasn’t thinking too much. I was so turned on being suckled by him and then seeing his big cock lump when he changed sides, that I instinctively rubbed him like that. It’s a good thing his time was up, or I might have gone further than we discussed last night. But after watching you masturbate that way; I’m starting to think you might have been okay with me doing more with him.

Would you have liked to have seen us be even more intimate?”

Ken thought for what seemed like a minute, before seemingly kidding, as he smiled and answered, “I don’t know, honey, but if things ever do get out of hand, you’d have to charge him more to fuck you. That would be worth at least another hundred dollars.”

I was wild in high school and college, and the thought of possibly fucking other men after several years of marriage didn’t seem that objectionable and was making my pussy wet. I asked, “Are you sure about that honey? You wouldn’t mind me being a whore and fucking other men for money? And is one hundred dollars enough for this choice pussy and these breasts?”

Then a little truth came out, as he replied, “I have to admit that I have fantasized about you being with other men, and with the financial situation we’re in now would seem like the right time to try it. And yes, it would be worth more than a hundred.”

I was being sarcastic when I said, “Wow, honey, it’s nice to know that you don’t mind whoring me out. You should have told me sooner. I could’ve been fucking other men all along.”

He realized that he had been a little too truthful and walked it back a little, saying, “Well, I don’t know if I meant it quite that way, but with money getting tight, it does make me think of the possibilities. But you don’t seem all that upset at the idea, anyway.”

I replied, “I told you that I was highly active sexually before we met, so the idea of fucking different cocks is exciting to me. We’ve already gotten over the hurdle of another man sucking my tits, but we need to decide together, right now, if I can go further with Jeff when he comes over tomorrow night.”

It was just dawning on Ken that I was serious, and he answered, “Oh fuck yes, honey, I never thought you’d agree to this. You have my blessing to let your encounter with Jeff evolve naturally tomorrow night, and we can see how we both feel about it then.”

Becoming an Adulterous for the First Time

Ken was putting our daughter down for the night when Jeff arrived the next evening, and he was dressed casually like me in athletic shorts and a t-shirt. We sat on the couch and Jeff asked, “Did you and Ken talk about what we did last night and, if so, is he still okay with us doing this?”

I didn’t want to reveal how far Ken was willing for me to go, but I alluded to his fantasies saying, “I don’t think I understand his mindset, but when I told him every detail of our time together last night, he admitted that he’s always fantasized about seeing me with other men, or at least hearing about it.”

Then Jeff nervously asked, “Well, uh, what all do Ken’s fantasies involve? I mean, uh, do you think he means that he’d want to watch you fu…?”

I interrupted and his voice trailed off, but I knew what he was going to ask. I laughed to keep the mood light and fibbed a little as I replied, “Whoa, Jeff, the only thing we’ve talked about so far is you sucking me. I guess we’ll just have to see how it goes.”

The fact that I didn’t get upset when he knew that I knew he was asking about fucking me, and my casual response seeming to leave the door open for more possibilities had to have given him hope that he could push things further.