Author's Note: This story contains strong cuckold themes. If you find this type of story offensive then please read no further.
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It wasn't until after a very late breakfast and a drive to the coast via a pub - I guess we both needed a couple of shots of Dutch courage -- that Annie was ready to relate the events of the previous evening. In a quiet spot sitting on a bench looking out across the sea to a distant horizon Annie dutifully commenced her account.
"Paul picked me up from work as arranged," she began.
"How were you feeling?" I suddenly blurted out but she shot me a look; a look that made it very clear that she would be telling the story in her own time and on her own.
"As he drove me away from the office," she continued, "I remember a part of me was just hoping that he would take me straight to his flat; that I could just fuck him and get it all out of my system and then come home to you. But he didn't. Instead he took me down to a restaurant by the river for a meal and then we went on to a bar the other side of town for a few more drinks. I met a few of his friends, they all seemed quite nice; it must have been gone 10 when Paul and I finally left the bar and walked to his flat which happened to be just around the corner." She paused for a bit and stared into the distance. I think we were both acutely aware that we were coming to the 'important' stuff.
"I'd been enjoying myself," she said abruptly, looking up at me. "I felt like I was a teenager again, out on a first date, that wonderful mixture of nervousness and excitement. Paul had been charm itself and apart from a slightly longer than necessary greeting kiss in the car, hadn't done anything to suggest that we were anything other than friends. I remember thinking at the time how glad I was that he was being discrete; you know, in case anyone that we knew might see Paul and me together. Funny the things you think of sometimes." She smiled at me nervously before carrying on.
"When we got to Paul's flat he opened some wine and put on some mood music and dimmed the lights. I remember thinking it was all a bit of a cliché but I didn't mind. In a strange way it kind of helped; let me feel like I was still in control. I was feeling quite merry but without being drunk. We started smooching and while we swayed to the music we started sharing our wine with each other. It was all quite sexy and romantic; like much of the evening it I felt like I was 20 again.
"I can't remember exactly how it happened but suddenly we'd put the wine down and Paul was slowly pulling my dress up and over my head while we continued smooching. He let it slip onto a nearby chair leaving me dressed in just my bra, panties, stockings and heels. He moved away from me to take a better look and as he did so he let out a long whistle of approval that made me feel really good.
"So I started to dance as provocatively as I could for him and as I did he started undressing, all the time watching me wriggling sexily in front of him, until he too was down to just his underwear. The atmosphere seemed to be alive - it was all so unbelievably sexual. I was so turned on Sam; so fucking hot. I could actually feel my pussy leaking into my panties." She looked at me questioningly as if seeking my understanding.
Despite feeling as if I was shaking like a leaf I managed to nod affirmatively. "It's okay Annie," I mumbled as supportively as I could although I was starting to feel increasingly apprehensive at the thought of what was to come.
"As I swayed I stared at him; at his handsome face and his deep dark eyes; his toned and shiny black body naked now except for a pair of tiny silk red briefs that were straining to accommodate his -- his - cock..." Her voice tailed away. She drew in a deep breath as if she was composing herself.
"Our eyes were glued to each other. Paul moved back to me pulling me to him, pressing his body against mine and as we wrapped our arms around each other we slid into a long sensuous lingering kiss.
"It felt so good being against his hard strong body; I seemed to melt into him and as he took my weight, he slowly danced me into the bedroom. We were still kissing; standing at the bottom of his bed when suddenly, somehow I knew what I needed to do. I started moving down his body, my kisses covering his face and then his neck; then down across his firm torso so very black and beautiful, until I came to his bulging briefs. I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as the cock hidden inside." She paused again but as I looked at her I could see that she was far away.
"I was kneeling on the floor in front of him staring at his bulge. I could smell him, smell his sex and I loved it. I started planting kisses all over his straining bulge, worshipping it as I knelt there in front of him. I wanted so much to please him. I kissed it, I licked it, I nibbled it all over and I could hear by his breathing and the way that his cock was swelling that I was pleasing him. I put my hands on his arse cheeks and pulled his bulge against me, breathing in his muskiness until it was almost driving me crazy." She paused as a shudder coursed through her.
"If you don't want to go on we can stop" I whispered convincing myself that I was worried that she might just breakdown completely. But deep down I knew it was me who was the closest to the edge.
"No it's okay. I want to carry on. No, I must -- I must carry on. We've got to do this. I want to get as much as I can out now, at least while I feel able to."
"B--but you don't have to put yourself through this."
Suddenly she rounded on me her eyes blazing. "Of course I have to put myself through this Sam," her voice rising in volume as she stared at me. "For fuck's sake don't you understand! We made a promise and there were NO fucking exceptions. I'm not proud of myself Sam. In fact I'm ashamed at what I am going to have to tell you -- ashamed of how I behaved with Paul. But not telling you won't change anything. Once we start deciding what we will and will not tell each other then we -- we -- we might as well ..." She turned away as her voice tailed off.
