Kindling A Cuckold – Part III

Sara was still shaking when she put Brian’s Kindle back on the bookshelf. Her world had been turned upside down. It wasn’t just the fact that Brian had bookmarked the passages that she had just read but it was also their content. She had often read erotica; she enjoyed it. She considered that she had a healthy interest in it; even if some of it had been hardcore BDSM. Perhaps Brian’s taste could be considered the hardcore of his favourite genre? However, it had all come as such a shock to her; it all seemed so untypical of him. It had also come as a shock to herself that she had enjoyed it so much. She had wanted to read more. The last excerpt she had read had left her needing to change her panties again. It had also left her in a dilemma as to what to do about it? Should she confront Brian with it? Was there anything to confront him with anyway? It was just erotica, after all. She decided against that. What Brian read was his business and after all it wasn’t as though he was trying to relive what he read. No, she decided that she would leave well alone. One thing that she had decided on though was to get their sex lives back on track. She had missed him coming home from work hard and ready for her. She had missed those table top adventures and those armchair quickies. Maybe she should start wearing stockings again? Maybe she should shave herself down there? Maybe she would get him to do it? She suddenly thought of Joe and then laughed to herself. ‘No way,’ she said to herself. ‘No way would I let him Escort izmir do that to me.” After dinner that evening they sat watching their favourite soap opera together and then Brian picked up his Kindle. Sara bit her tongue, hard as it may be; she decided not to confront him. He saw her watching him though as he started scrolling up and down the screen. “Had an email from Amazon today, they’ve got some offers on. I fancy getting some of John Grisham’s books.” She left him to it and went upstairs. Ten minutes later she returned; Brian was relaxed on the settee reading. He glanced up at her. Sara was wearing just a very short red silk dressing gown. It caught his attention as she moved closer to him. “Mmmmm,” he moaned softly reaching for the sash. “What’s all this in aid of?” She smiled as the gown fell open. “I was thinking of shaving.” “Shaving?” “I was reading a women’s magazine today,” she lied. “It’s supposed to be more hygienic. Then there is also the benefit that it does wonders for your sex life, of course.” He smiled as he ran his fingers through the curls of light brown pubic hair. “Going to do it yourself?” “Well,” she smiled. “Being used to only legs and armpits once in a while, I thought an experienced hand is needed.” His fingers began to stroke her groove. “A man’s hand is required then.” “Is that an offer or shall I put the job out to tender?” He immediately glanced up at her. “I think it’s a job for the husband.” “So are you free now or are izmir escort bayan you too interested in John Grisham?” He smiled. “It’s a no brainer isn’t it? It has to be Grisham.” She laughed and gave him a playful slap of the hand, at which he grabbed her and pulled her down onto the settee. Moments later they were coupling. Sara wrapped her legs around his waist as she lay back succumbing to his ardent thrusts. Her mind flashed back to Joe and she found herself quickly climaxing. It had been a long time since they had fucked like that and she welcomed it. Later they went upstairs and as she lay back on the bed, Brian shaved her. Surprisingly, she found him very gentle and he did it without any nicks. Afterwards, she got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit that it did look much sexier. She could understand why men liked it so much. No more hidden lips; no more hidden inner labia petals, just complete nakedness and openness. An invitation to take and enjoy. Brian got up and stroked her. “You do know that this will have to be done regularly.” “I know,” she responded as she reached for his erection. “Better make sure you’re always available then.” “Or else what?” She turned and kissed him. “Well, I either let it grow back again or I get a gardener in.” He said nothing for a few moments and then reached for her once again. Moments later they were fucking on top of the bed. Sara went to work next day wishing the time to go quickly. She would izmir escort finish at 3:00pm and she intended reading his Kindle again. It did pass quickly and she hurried home. Quickly getting out of her work clothes she made a coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with Brian’s Kindle. Agnes stood before him with hands at her sides. Her breathing was shallow as she waited expectantly dressed only in her stockings and suspenders. He was looking at her; taking everything in, his breathing was also shallow. She had never done anything like this before. It had taken her a while getting used to Don seeing her completely naked. In those early days she would climb into bed with her knickers on and take them off under the covers; this was how shy she was. She had known this man only a few hours and yet here she was standing practically naked before him. Jack sat up and reached out with his hand and touched her sex. Agnes was motionless as his fingers explored her sex. “I can feel a few bristles,” he told her as he stroked inside her cunt lips. “Sorry,” she said softly. He stood up. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for Agnes. This is Don’s fault.” She smiled nervously. He stood close to her and began to run his hand over her breasts and down to her tummy. She winced inside as his hand ran over stomach. She was very conscious of her stretch marks. Jack sensed something was wrong. “Everything okay?” She blushed. “I’m just a bit self conscious of my stretch marks.” “Why?” he asked. “You’re a mother. There’s nothing nobler than being a mother.” She smiled. “Thank you.” “You’re also a woman, which is why you are here, isn’t it?” She nodded. Jack moved behind her and ran a finger down her spine. “Don tells me you wanted experience, sexual experience.” She nodded again.