A Week Later

It had been a week since my husband had me blow him while he described how hot and fuckable his secretary was and we had not spoke about it since. I was worried that my fantasy was too much for him or he felt ashamed or something. I wanted to give him space but I also wanted to make sure that he was okay.

That evening I asked him about it over dinner.

“Hey, are you okay? You seem to be a little quiet about what happened last week is all.”

“Yeah hun, it’s just been a lot to take in and I’m feeling as little overwhelmed and a little ashamed of what I said to you.”

“Oh don’t be, you have nothing to be ashamed of and you didn’t do or say anything that I didn’t want or find really fucking hot.”

“Really, I was feeling ashamed because of how much it turned me on to. I’m happy to hear that it was good for you too. I had no idea that I had this in me.”

“Oh, that’s nothing to be worried about at all. Love comes in all shapes, sizes, numbers, kinks, dynamics. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable so just let me know if you have any questions or if you just want it to end.”

“You wouldn’t be upset, I know this is something that you’ve thought about.”

“No, not at all babe. I got to live my fantasy, at least for a couple of days and it was everything I could imagine. If that was all you wanted then I would be satisfied. Above all else I love you and I want both of us to be happy.”

“Well, let me think about it. I will let you know okay?”

I really was happy that I got to live out my fantasy, watch him get a lap dance while I was there with him, listen to his hot young secretary over the phone to him becoming a bit more dominant forcing me to listen about his secretary while I blew him. I hoped that we could pursue this further but was content in the experience that I had had.

My few days at work was just getting back to normal, the longer it was left the more I felt that my husband didn’t want to continue and that was okay. A life with my loving husband was fulfilling enough for me.

The Wednesday evening of that week he returned from work, came over for a kiss but this time it looked as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulder and he was excited to talk with me.

“Honey, I can’t get over how hot it was knowing you were getting off to me fucking Lucy. I know you loved it, I could see it in your eyes when I spoke about her here at home. I love you and I know you love me. I want this for you, I want this for us, we have to have this in our lives and I hope that you still do too.”

On my face I was trying to keep smiling, to stop myself from screaming out loud with joy but on the inside my mind was doing cartwheels, hooting and hollering. This is exactly what I wanted but the last couple of weeks I had been resigning myself to a life without it and being happy with that.

“Are you sure babe? I want you to be absolutely sure about this. This is a big step and will change our relationship from now on. I know it will be for the better and I hope that we can both make that happen.”

“I am, I have been doing a lot of soul searching and I think we can make this work. I love you with all my heart honey but I want to fuck other people for you. I want you to watch, I want you to see how hard they make me and I want to see the look of absolute bliss on your face when I cum on theirs.”

“Oh, babe, you would be making me the happiest lady in the entire world. I want to be your cuckquean and you to be fuck as many hot girls as you can.”

“So where do we go from here honey?”

Sorry it's been a while for this story but I had some inspiration for at least a few more chapters for now so thought that I would get them out while the it is still fresh. I hope you like them.