1. Second Honeymoon - Chapter 4


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: tlogtlom, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    presented Karl with the two choices: "You and I can have a mini-vacation in London next week if we want. Rex will be there in the room with us, but we can still fool around." "You'll be sleeping with Rex?" "Sure. Or I can text him and say good-bye forever, if you wish." "This is all coming too fast." I realized Karl was absolutely right. "Yes, it is. I am not surprised that you got excited when you saw Rex and me together in the hotel bar. You got hard on watching us play around under the table, didn't you?" "Oh yes, I just didn't realize how far it went." "When Rex was sitting on our couch and he started to rub my tit and touch my leg, then my pussy, you saw that?" Karl answered quickly, "Of course." "You saw me put my hand on the inside of his pants leg. I fought the urge to run my hand all the way to his crotch and massage his dick. I wanted you to see that long, fat pole of his. You wanted to see more." "I guess." "Now is your chance. You'll get yours too: get another blow job; you can go up my ass if you want." "Really?" I reassured Karl. "Yes. It will be my gift to you, not Rex, because you will be using a rubber when you fuck me from now on." I dared to go further. "The next step is for you to watch Rex and me get together, for me to suck his dick. I have never seen one so big. He is fat and long and uncut. I have to pull on the foreskin to expose the head. Rex knows how to use it, too. He has some moves you could learn." I finished up, “You can’t jerk off while I fuck ...
    Rex, so you can save your cum for my mouth or my ass, later." We decided to go to London. The flight to Boston was uneventful. Rex was overjoyed to see me. To a bystander, it looked like he'd been away from me for years and the time spent pining for me was finally over. Karl just stood there until Rex broke the embrace. Rex reminded us about the plane fare. As Karl handed over the wad of bills, I thought, "Damn. It looks like my husband is paying my lover to fuck me." Rex shook Karl's hand and said how good he looked. Actually, with no alcohol for a week, he did look good: no puffiness, no shakes, perfect military posture like the old days. Rex turned up the charm on Karl to 'maximum'. He quizzed him on sources for after-market MGB parts, inquired about his duty stations abroad and airports he'd flown into and out of. Rex bought cocktails and we three settled in, amidst hundreds of other travelers. Our flight was called for First Class passengers and Rex took my hand and started toward the gate. Only then did I realise that Rex and I had First Class tickets; Karl did not. Rex just shrugged his shoulders and said, "No more seats available." Flights arrive in London the following morning, UK time, and as the plane rumbled down the runway, my determination wavered. I had eight hours to run a lot of doubts through my head. I made some decisions about my life. My less-prudish-than-me sorority sisters had gossiped about the men they were having sex with. The thinking was that guys ...
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