Wives Allowed to Cheat: While Lucky Cuckolds Get to Watch by Colt Stevens & Christina Stevens

Author:Colt Stevens & Christina Stevens [Stevens, Colt & Stevens, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-02T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

A Real Bull

by Christina Stevens

I was a good girl. But I was bored with my husband after twenty years, who wouldn’t be? I was still fit and fuckable. I knew it. My husband Jeff knew it. We both knew it.

I would meet men in my business and in order to promote sales — it’s true that I would flirt. But they would see my wedding ring and I would talk about the husband and the kids.

It was my Persian business associates that really got me. They mostly lived in Beverly Hills and were very well off. They made millions per year doing very mundane things like selling insurance or real estate. But they really knew how to make money. And they wore cologne and they acted a notch or two tougher than most American men. They were seriously macho, maybe a tad sexist. But there was something I really liked about most of them. And I knew they fucked around. Some had confessed that their marriages were just a kind of show that is put on for families. A lot of them whored around. Many had girlfriends. The whole thing attracted me in a backward but exciting way.

One guy, Amid, asked me out for a drink one day after we met with him and some others in a conference room on Beverly Drive. I had designed and produced promotional materials for Amid’s business. He imported leather goods from the Middle East and sold them at high end department stores. We had known each other for several years, and he had always looked at me like he wanted to have sex with me. He looked at me with a kind of sad look. Like too bad I can’t make love to you, you are so beautiful. And I guess I looked at him kind of sadly too. Too bad I can’t fuck you, I like you.

“Oh, I have to get home,” I said. “But I’d love to have a drink with you sometime.”

“You would?” He seemed surprised. “When?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ll text you.”

That night when I got home, I told my husband that this Persian guy had asked me out for a drink. Of course, he got all excited. He asked me all about it and he pretended to be Amid that night. He put on a Persian accent and he undressed me and fucked me. God it was good.

We had role played a lot of this stuff over the years. I knew it turned Jeff on and he knew it turned me on. But we both knew I was a good girl at heart and would never do anything like this in real life.

Or would I?

I didn’t contact Amid. But after a week I got a text.

“How about that drink?” it said.

I thought about it. I didn’t want to be a cocktease. Amid didn’t deserve that. I would either have a drink with him or tell him to forget about it. Anything in between was irresponsible.

“Amid texted me about that drink,” I told Jeff as we got into bed that night.

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