Everyone when they enter a new realtionship has the urge to ask questions about an ex or ex’s, some are trivial; others more intimate. But why? What is gained? There is a reason a person left, there are things they will miss;some questions shouldn’t be asked.
Cindy had largely deflected when her husband of 3 years would be a little drunk and ask her how her latest ex was in bed. Mostly because she didn’t want to rehash it, some of her logic however was to spare her husband’s ego. Her patience was being tested one night however, she had had a few too many glasses of wine and began to conceied.
Matt- “I don’t understand…..it’s a simple question…do you miss fucking your ex?”
Cindy- “If I said yes…would that be what you want? Or maybe I say no is that what you want to hear?”
Matt- “The truth…I am just curious…I mean obviously I know that you married me and not him…but I still…I don’t know…”
Cindy- “Just ask…I am done avoiding this any longer…”
Matt- “What was your ex like in bed? Did he have a bigger cock? Did he make you cum? Do you miss fucking him?”
Cindy took a long drink from her glass, it emptied and she refilled it, another long sip before clearing her throat.
Cindy- “Ok….what was Anthony like in bed…hmmm that is a long answer, have you ever fucked someone that you thought this person can read my mind?…..Know my body better then me? Just get me going like a train without breaks?
Matt- “Uhhhh…yeah I guess..so your saying he was good?”
Cindy -“Good? No good is not a strong enough descriptor….Fucking mind blowing….I would sit at work and think about getting home…walking in the door…walking towards the kitchen…only to be bent over the couch and my pants pulled down…feeling a hard cock in-between my thighs…mmm…gives me goosebumps…”
Matt- “….uh…”
Cindy- ” You asked… anyways Anthony would rub his cock in-between my thighs… against my pussy which had been soaked through all fucking day…he would grab me by the hair and ask if I was a good girl…if my work was done…and done right…or if I needed to be reminded of what happens when I slack off…he always knew if I was lying…the more I tried to lie the harder his slaps across my ass would be…fuck ok this is making me wet…”
Matt tried to come towards his wife…feel for himself but she swatted him away and told him to sit.
Cindy- “….ok…where was I…oh right…he would tease me me with his cock…rubbing it back and forth…taking the head and pushing it against my swollen clit…he would make me beg him… promise him no one could have my pussy but him…then with my pants still around my ankles he would slide my panties to the side and line up the angle, with one hard thrust Anthony’s big…oh my god you have no idea how fucking hung..he was..so deep I would almost black out it hurt so good”
Matt- “Ok..ok….I get the point…you can stop…”
Matt looked annoyed now, but Cindy just slowly unzipped her pants, revealing her black and red panties.
Cindy- “Sorry..but you put a quarter in…got to let the song play out… anyways pulling on my hair..while he had a firm grip on my ass, my cum would run down his cock, balls and then puddle on the wood floor below, after 10 minutes of his pounding my pussy I would feel him release…fuck it felt good…my knees would shake as I tried to pull up my pants, if I fell he would force my mouth around his thick cock…gagging, saliva running out…he would force me to deep throat him…my pants now acting as binds I had to finish… finally I would taste his sweet seed fire in my throat…he would tell me to get cleaned up while he made dinner…he never asked if I came..or how much…he knew I did…and knew I did a lot…fuck…sorry I am rubbing myself…but…it’s made me hot…”
Matt- “Ok…we can be done now…”
Cindy ignoring her husband continued…
Cindy- “Do I miss fucking him…every fucking day…I mean don’t get me wrong babe…you can satisfy me…but he had me wrapped around his finger, if we would go out he would make me dress in a short slutty dress, no panties so if he got horny we good go find a quiet spot for him to shove it in… sometimes he would finger me right at the bar…or make me suck his cock in the parking lot….he made me feel like I was the only fucking woman in the world…”
Matt- “But he cheated on you…”
Cindy- “I just told you that…he didn’t want to get married..or start a family….he told me if I did that he would understand if I left…but would always love me…”
Matt- “Ok….wait you lied to me?”
Cindy- ” To spare your ego…and because I didn’t think it mattered why we broke up…I am not going to lie…if I ran into him on the street I would probably fuck him…and not tell you…maybe I have already…your right..we should just stop…”
This time it was Matt who was not ready but Cindy had already left the room, leaving him there to stew, he had no idea his wife liked being so submissive, or had “spared” his ego so much, his cock was throbbing, he finished his beer and went upstairs, he would show Cindy he could be dominant and take what he wanted too, he was still bothered by her comment “maybe I have already” but was singarly focused on sticking his average cock inside his wife.
Cindy had gone into the bathroom, locking the door she dug around in the closet until her hand found what she was looking for, a mold Anthony had given her of his nice big cock as a break up present, she undressed, her firm perky tits erect, her well trimmed mount wet with anticipation, the steam had started to fill the bathroom, letting the warm water run down her body and dark hair, she suctioned the dildo to the side of the glass door, stroking it slowly, it felt like his cock, getting on her knees she sucked on it, she could hear his voice, she had been a bad girl, young and stubborn, she had quickly found a pawn, hoping Anthony would beg for her to come back, but she knew that was fruitless, after she married Matt she still was no closer to what she thought she wanted.
Matt heard the shower and went for the door, locked he cursed, knocked, yelled but all he could here was the loud moans of his wife, quickly he went down stairs digging around in the drawer for the door key.
Cindy had essentially admitted that she had met up with Anthony, it was only once, like a heroin addict needing a final fix. Anthony had several girlfriends, but still made her feel like he needed her pussy the most, as she backed up against the fake cock feeling it spread her lips, she came down on it hard, the girth spreading her wide, the feeling of being split in half made her yell out “FUCK YES…GOD…ITS SO FUCKING BIG…” her tight pussy was expanded, she felt a climax as her knees began to buckle.
Matt quietly eventually got the door to pop open, steam poured out, he could make out his wife, her ass pressed against the glass, then he noticed a dildo was between her legs, her knees were shaking as she moved back and forth, he could see her thick cum smearing on the glass, he had never heard Cindy make these noises before, almost like she was talking to someone that wasn’t there, he slowly got undressed, closing the door softly, his cock hard in his hand, she was in the middle of a climax,.again Matt never recalled seeing her cum like that.
Cindy had heard the door being jimmied open, Matt come in, after another long intense orgasm, she turned and said “You…wanted….to…know…well….this is his cock…fuck… splitting me in half….fuck….maybe…you…can…be…a….fuck….Cuck…”
Cindy told him he wasn’t allowed to come in…she wouldn’t feel his cock anyways…now she faced her husband, the dildo on the tile, she slowly straddled the head and said “Fucking Christ….this was always the hardest….fuck…baby…I wish your cock…fuck…. could Jesus… stretch me…FUCK…hit…as deep…oh my god…I’m going to explode…”
Matt watched his wife ride the life sized mold of her ex’s cock, she squeezed her tits, Matt stood there jerking off, his wife never liked being on top…or so he thought, whether it was the shame that turned him on, or how wild Cindy was getting, arching her back to the wall of the shower, or the way her legs clenched when she climaxed, the intensity of it made him shoot his load, standing there for a minute he began to realize what he had done… pushing his wife…why? For his own ego? Now he began to cry… realizing that his wife and her pussy were the property of another man…and had been their entire marriage, maybe…maybe his wife was right…he was a Cuck..or should consider it.. because his wife clearly had made him one several times already without him even realizing it.
Like a good attorney knows to never ask a question they already know the answer to, unless it helps their case, some questions shouldn’t be asked. Matt knew the answers to his questions already, hints here and there, but sometimes blinded by our arrogance and hubris we will open a door that was locked for a reason, Cindy had only cheated once, after a few months of dating Matt, had he let sleeping dogs lie, she would never later gave him an ultimatum about trying the Cuck lifestyle, maybe if he was a good boy Anthony would let him eat his scraps, if he didn’t agree then she would weigh her options. Matt, not wanting to lose his wife, agreed, eventually he got used to it, coming home from a long hard day at work, to find his wife spread eagle on the couch getting plowed, sitting on the couch waiting for permission to jerk off, or being told he could suck Anthony’s seed out of his wife’s pussy, when he did a good job he would get a blowjob as a treat, if he cleaned Anthony’s cock with his mouth he would let him Fuck her, even though he wasn’t bi, he did so, growing to like his new routine. Eventually his wife got pregnant, he had no delusions it was his, when he was allowed to fuck her, he was made to wear a condom, sometimes he wished he had never been so obsessed, but maybe it was fate intervening, maybe he was always just a Cuck and this was his place in the world.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/po3oy2/slutty_wifes_5_some_questions_shouldnt_be_asked