Coming to an understanding.

Mitch and Monica cleaned themselves up and shortly afterwards said goodbye to their new friends. Elgaint gave them their personal numbers so they could keep in contact. As they reached the car, they briefly discussed how intense the entire encounter was but were lost in their thoughts for most of the drive.

As they pulled into their driveway, Mitch suddenly asked, "How did you know?"

Monica smiled, "Let's head inside and chat," she said.

Inside they quickly stripped off, ready for bed. Mitch paused a moment to stare at his beautiful wife, and she returned it with a loving smile. "I told you I saw some of your browsing history, and I kind of stumbled across your cuckold fetish months ago," she explained. Mitch quickly blushed, "Don't worry," she assured him, "it's fine, and it's not like I think anything less of you, but when this opportunity arose, I thought it might be fun to explore it. I didn't expect to enjoy it so much."

Mitch crawled into bed beside her and rolled over to kiss her, "So you saw some of the stories I read?" he asked.

Monica nodded, "I first stumbled across a video, I was typing in a different address, and it auto-completed. I didn't even look at what had been auto-complete, so I hit enter. Then I kind of went snooping. I have to admit, some of it sounds hot. As I said, I have no interest in cutting you off or cock cages, but being free to fuck others and having you clean me up turned me on. Though, I hadn't thought about the risk of pregnancy."

Mitch pulled her closer, and she felt his hard-on against her thigh. "But it turns you on?" he asked. "It turns you on thinking about taking that risk, and the only protection you have is my mouth?"

She moaned and reached a hand down to gently stroke him, "Yes, it does. It turns me on to think about heading out on my own, getting picked up by some Mythfolk, a gnoll, a minotaur, or whatever. Spending some time begging for their cum and bringing you home a messy cunt. It turns me on thinking about telling you about my strange lovers while you eat me clean. Asking you if you can guess what kind of Mythfolk fucked me just off the taste of their cum."

The whole time she spoke, she was gently stroking his cock, and Mitch was, in turn, thrusting into her grip. "Don't you like that idea? Don't you like the idea of your slutty wife coming home at midnight to tell you about the minotaur that made her scream in pleasure, about how I couldn't help but beg for his cum, to try and knock me up?"

Mitch groaned, "It does. It turns me on a lot," he admitted. "But maybe we should have some guidelines, some rules."

"Is that what you want?" she asked. "Or is what you want more like that story of the couple who went to Jamaica, and when they came back, she was in charge of their sex life?"

He groaned again, "God, that sounds hot," he confessed. "But I need to have a veto in case I feel like we are getting in over our heads."

Monica smiled, "How about this? Each morning you get up, you put a card on the fridge. If it is green, I will take it further. If it is yellow, I can keep it at about the current pace, and if it is red, I will slow down. This way, you have some say but still leave me in control."

Mitch nodded, "I have some coloured paper in the office. I will make some cards tomorrow morning."

"Sounds like a plan," she replied, giving his cock one last squeeze, "But right now, I need some sleep."

Mitch agreed, though his cock still ached for release. But he curled up behind his wife and fell asleep in not too long.

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