(Un) Married (sex) life #3

Dominic (actually his real name) or Dom (which he wasn't for all you subs out there!), was one of our circle of friends who was in so many ways my opposite. There were similarities (we were male, 21, white and privately educated) but not too many. He disliked sport, embraced the high arts, sang beautifully (it must be said) and could quote poetry and literature without breaking stride. He was medium is all respects of his appearance, with rosy cheeks, a little boy lost look and an effected 1930's dress style inspired by the recently hot craze back then for Brideshead Revisited. Dom was catholic, waspish in his humour, could be very sarcastic and thought that he was a great deal brighter than he was or how Kate thought he was.

She studied modern languages (French) and he did a number of courses with her, speaking French, German and Italian. Socially, he and I crossed paths but I never thought anything of him and him of me, no doubt. But he was on the face of it socially confident and very arty, with a habit of breaking into classical song, Schubert being his favourite. His very aesthetic nature I think appealed to Kate after a dating history of sporty boys with a fondness for farms, outdoors and physical activity, not least trying to access the content of her knickers for mutual delight!

I let Kate down once too often getting too pissed at a hall ball and she sacked me formally for being a dick: she was right but I was not then prepared to admit it.

Soon after, Dom and Kate were seen together at lots of parties and I got very little sympathy from anyone, let alone my own friends who called me a dick for losing such a nice girl, with the tightest ass and best rack in 2nd year.

What followed that year shaped my world view of sex and relationships and gave rise to kinks that have stayed with me, and with Kate, for years throughout our marriage.

I really liked Kate and she made me feel special, she was a great friend, proper critic, supportive ally and fun company. My fault was that I took it for granted in my cretinous male immaturity and her fault was a demanding nature with somewhat extreme expectations of behaviour, which needed to mellow.

To business, enough with the relationship therapy! Initially, I stopped seeing much of Kate as she was with Dom and I spent a couple of weeks moping around all sad and self pitying. And jealous. Deliciously so. I once went by her flat to see her late one night coming back from the pub. She did not answer her door, but her flatmate, Johnny B, came down to explain gently that she couldn't come to the door as she was in her room. She had gone to bed early with her boyfriend, he emphasised, and wouldn't be coming out any time soon. I lingered looking up at her window and contemplated the tortuous image of my Kate being railed by the drippy Dominic and his 18th century French love poetry. I imagined he straddling is face, her delicious soft muff pressed against his lips, her hand reaching back to stroke his balls: I was in agony.

I did console myself with getting a new Fresher girlfriend - an American preppy called Jane with a dedication to fellatio that would do Stormy Daniels to shame! Jane was delicious -- sweet, not too bright, eager and cute with a shaved beaver (my first ever encounter) and a desire to suck me dry as often as possible. American girls at University were much more sexually educated than English and loved giving head as part of usual petting and not the big deal that Brits thought it was. Jane used to find me in the library to suck me off and I found myself emptying my sack three times a day for a couple of weeks which was glorious but exhausting.

Jane turned blow jobs into art forms, maintaining eye contact, constantly using her hands to feel my balls, stroke my shaft, rub her long blond hair in my ass crack and even deep throat till she gagged, which never really impresses me as much fun. When I tried to pull away, she would hold on to allow my seed to squirt into her mouth until she swallowed my load or it spurted down her cheek. She seemed to love the flavour and was never put off, and she taught me the intimacy of the Rainbow Kiss when she passed my load into my mouth with a kiss. Not sure I was ever to enjoy that but it was hot that she found it hot. She also loved getting head and for two weeks I rebooted my cunnilingus skills, learning to breathe through my ears and eating her out for ages. I licked her labia and teased her clit with tongue for so long that I wore a hole under my tongue where it rested on my teeth! My chin was like a glazed fruit, I ate her pussy so much, and I taught her the 69 which became her obsession for a week.

In daytime, during lunch, after lectures, before training, after training Jane was keen to see me and get into bed. What she wouldn't do was let me fuck her. She did not want to have sex, saying we were not good enough friends for that step, and yet allowed me to spend evenings with my tongue in her cunt and eyes staring at her perfect little pink ass hole. Jane was fun but ultimately, I couldn't stop thinking about Kate and her whole package. Jane was lovely and sexually expedient but not enough of a relationship. I met Kate in the street who had heard about Jane and she gave me hell for dating a "kid" for which I told her to bugger off as it wasn't her business. Not positive.

Jane and I stopped messing around when I cancelled on her for a rugby away trip and explained that it wasn't her it was me etc etc. Jane was a bit pissed off, but soon found another Yank called Jeff, who she has subsequently married and now owns part of South Carolina and is a massively successful food entrepreneur in business with her husband. He always looks cheery on his LinkedIn profile which must mean she is still emptying his balls three times a day!

Back to Kate and Dom.

That term they were an item, though I couldn't see why, and to be honest other started to find it odd. She told me later that he was sweet and would take her on walks in the country to sing Schubert Lieder to her or Mozart's operas and she thought him a fantastical and romantic figure, with appley cheeks and a little boy smile, clad all in tweed with a bow tie! The bow tie was bollocks but when you are a student these things seem intoxicating! Kate and I still met for coffee and I cleverly brough her flowers after telling her to bugger off about Jane. I decided the long game would win here and not to be a dick about it. I needed to rest my balls after Jane anyway!

Then it happened, my patience paid off, and I started on a journey that developed my kink, namely banging some other guy's partner.

Now, to set the scene, Dom's flat was in town, and Kate's was in Clifton (further out of town) and mine was between the two....so it was a delight when one night, well after midnight, there was a rap on the door. I opened it to find Kate smiling at the door. I led her up to our kitchen and made us both a cup of tea. Kate looked great but like she had just been in bed, which she had, in fact. Her dirty blond bob was tousled, her cheeks flushed, her shirt rumpled and her lips looked crushed like rose petals. I asked where she was heading so late and where had she been. She said she would tell me in my room, so we went in there to get some privacy for our chat.

I remember this so clearly as I knew immediately that we were about to fuck again and my heart was pounding. We sat beside each other in our usual way on the pillows, leaning our backs on the headboard of my double bed, and sipped our tea. Kate eventually explained that she had just been having supper with Dom and that they had as usual chatted and then gone to bed. But there was a problem. Dom was crap in bed. Two minutes of erratic and over excited thrusting and he came anywhere and everywhere! Right from the start of their relationship, he had a hair trigger in the cock department and could not contain himself. He was reluctant to give her head and was shy off getting a blow job as he could not last when so turned on. Kate laughed embarrassedly that she had more than once had to reassure him it was okay and that this happened to everyone. I was thrilled and turned on and disgusted and jealous and triumphant all at the same time. Kate was in a relationship with a lovely guy who could not satisfy her in anyway.

Here is where I came in, so to speak! I took her empty tea mug, placed them to the side and leant in to kiss her. 30 minutes ago, Kate had been under Dom as he entered her and came instantly almost. Now she was in my bedroom trying to get off, consumed by sexual frustration. I knew my Kate -- if she had got to the legs apart stage and not allowed to cum herself she would be a bundle of frustrated desire. We kissed slowly and I could sense she smelt subtly different to her normal aura. Her mouth tasted slightly different as I probed her deeply with my tongue. She soon had her hand massaging my rigid cock through my jeans and I squeezed her breasts through her rumpled shirt.

I started to undress her, unbuckling her belt and pulling her top up. She was soon sitting in her bra, and I started to pull her jeans off as we both laughed along at the ridiculous sexiness of it all. I immediately knew there was something different as my acute sense of smell (which I keep mentioning, I know!) picked up the musky smell of sex: Kate's arousal and what smelled a lot like my own semen, I deduced, so must be Dom's load. Sure enough, as I took hold of the sides of her knickers and she raised her bum to allow me to remove them, I could see the wetness of her pussy and the mess on the gusset. I remain surprised now years later that I was so incredibly aroused by the sight of my love's pussy soon after making love to a competitor -- I was jealous as hell but even more turned on.

Keen followers of these recollections will know that I have subsequently had my wife after another man (thank you Lucran and later. Allan) so I know a bit about creampies! When you enter a woman soon after she has had another partner shoot his load into her, her pussy is very notably hot, wet and slippery. Sometimes his cum is quite thick and it clearly coats your cock while enjoying sloppy seconds. However, in this case I was taking Kate almost an hour after Dom had cum inside her and by then the semen turns much more liquid, watery and less slippery. Interesting.

As soon as I had Kate's knickers off, there was no foreplay -- she was very aroused by then, after all that was why in her frustration she had popped in to see me on her way home after being with Dom. I didn't even remove my top or jeans -- Kate released by trousers and tried to smooth them down with her leg, but only exposed her glistening vulva to me, parting her labia. I looked down to line up my dick and could clearly see those funny bits of jelly like semen and sperm from Dom tangled in her downy blond pubes. That send me over, and I pushed my cock head between her labia with no further delay, sliding my full length up inside her to the hilt, in one steady movement.

Kate bucked her hips with delight and gasped one of the most erotic lines to me -- "oh, god, I had forgotten" and then kissed me furiously. I however was intent on reclaiming my territory and reminding Kate of why she liked me so much beyond just my charm and good looks! I lifted her legs over my arms and pressed her back into the Anvil position, thus opening her much wider, giving me really clear access to her depths and positioning her G spot in line with my thrusting. Then, I set to her like it was I was doing press ups at rugby training. I was as hard as I can remember and I pounded her into the mattress like a jackhammer. I was so full of desire to make her mine and to get my sperm as far as possible into her. Kate was in raptures and just loudly gasped with each thrust. She managed to say "god, you are right up there" as I pumped ruthlessly as deep as I could go.

I could feel her pussy tightening and her eyes narrowed in that lustful look she had, setting her jaw firmly, jutting out slightly, as Kate does, when she is concentrating of great sexual sensations. Then, her face changed as she clenched me, vice like, with her vaginal muscles, clamping on to my cock. Her eyes closed, and she curled her lip up on one side as she began to cum. She bucked under me and kicked her legs in ecstasy as she began to climax. Thank goodness as I was so close to cumming too, with my balls high and tight and my dick becoming rock hard. She said she was going to cum and so I did the polite thing of cumming too -- one of those visceral and delicious moments when you orgasm together. I held myself rigin over her, as deep as possible, as I ejaculated spurt after spurt into her deepest parts. It was a memorable orgasm -- one of the best the memory of which I have had many wanks over the years! Kate gasped then chuckled breathily with knowing little exclamations of "oh" every time I pulsed in her, flooding her womb.

When we finished, I held myself there and just exhaled the word "shit!" in admiration and ecstasy. Kate laughed so hard and so suddenly, she contracted everything including all her core muscles and my cock was expelled by the force of it all. A huge dollop of creamy white goo followed in one go, dripping straight onto the bed in a substantial puddle. We laughed, and laughed and I lay down beside her, we both trying to avoid the mess of our bodily fluids and the last remnants of Dom's seminal deposit. We cuddled and I told her that I wanted her to be with me and not with Dom. Not the moment, but Kate kissed me in the afterglow and said that we both needed to grow up, have time apart and meet others, but she still wanted to be my close friend. I cupped her pussy with my hand and said that I wanted this to be mine and Kate smiled, holding my balls and rolling them in her hand.

That night I walked her home. She did not want to stay as my flatmates Ed and Pat would know I had stayed and word would get out. So we dressed, no time to shower, and Kate had to put her briefs, wet from Dom, now back on to capture the inevitable leaking of my own remaining cum as she walked home. We walked arm in arm to her flat, and kissed at the door; she disappeared leaving me both happy and sad. Happy that I now had a plan to get her back and sad that I would not be able to have her to myself yet.

The remainder of that term took on a kinky rhythm of Kate appearing at my flat late at night -- only a couple of times as she and Dom did not have sex very often and sometimes she did stay. She did like him after all, for reasons that escaped me. But Kate and I started to have sex during the day and I tried, without letting her know, to time our own fuck sessions to match her going to see Dom for any reason. I liked the illicit knowledge that she was going to see her boyfriend with my seed inside her or the taste of my cock on her lips, or the scent of my semen on her body and breasts. I was not discrete though she tried to be. We developed our own coded language to enable us.

Kate once came by my desk in the library to see if I wanted to play squash (which we love even now) which I agreed to. First, I had to get my kit so we went back to my flat to get it. We never left. That afternoon I remember taking her on all fours in her sports kit with her knickers round her knees. We worked our way through the Kama Sutra until dark, when she went back to her flat to shower, only to discover Dom there waiting for her. She had to quickly shower before letting her touch him and she was affronted to have him try to crew her, wet from the shower with a most sensitive, well used pussy! Thereafter, playing "squash" was our code word for illicit sex, while "squash squash" was actually playing the game! To complicate things, we once shagged in the squash court late at night during a particularly charged game. Up against the wall -- one for the young reader to try!

I once fucked her at a dinner party that we were both at with Dom in the dining room and us in a bathroom upstairs. That party was funny, as I was seriously flirting with a beautiful girl from our year, Louise, who had long fancied me and I was anticipating trying to bang her at some point. Kate sat opposite us as Louise and I chatted animatedly to each other. Kate was literally looking daggers at me and trying to concentrate on Dom and his mate Aaron who were chatting about their a cappella singing group. Jesus! Anyway, when I got up to pee, Kate followed and I heard a tap at the bathroom door so let her in. Her eyes blazed and she wanted to know what I was playing at with Louise, who was a mate and I should not be trifling with her. I shot back that I was a free agent and could date whoever I liked. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw set and Kate stepped forward and took hold of my crotch. One of our favourite couple lines was spawned that moment: "These are my balls, not your balls, and certainly not hers. I will empty these balls when I want to and where I want to", Kate flashed.

I was stunned, then she quickly slid her hand down the front of my trousers with one hand and unbuttoned me with the other, never once breaking her eye contact. She now started to wank my very hard cock and never blinked stared into my eyes. Kate has a number of facial mannerisms and when she sets her jaw and slightly grits her teeth moving her bottom jaw from sit to side, while smiling and opening her eyes knowlingly, you know she is up to sexual mischief and is loving it. I was powerless as she gave me an epic hand job, my back pressed against the wall, her fist moving urgently along my shaft, wanking my cock as I wank myself. Perfection. I started to breathe raggedly and knew I was about to cum. When I did, I huge jet of semen shot out over her hand and the floor.

Kate smiled menacingly and delightedly, gasping her laugh with a shocked frisson at the mess and extreme pleasure that she had caused. And as a finale, she still didn't break her gaze, she licked the semen from her hand and suggested that now my balls were empty again, perhaps I would not be so keen on bedding Louise. She disappeared back to the party to let me clean up. Back downstairs, a little unsteady on my feet, I saw her talking to Louise and grinning utterly wickedly at me. I caught Dom giving her a funny look and loved the uncertainty that caused him.

On a final occasion I cuckolded Dom at the end of term black tie ball. It heralded the end of their relationship, for what it was. Naturally, he went with Kate who looked stunning in a dark blue taffeta knee length ball dress. I took a girl with whom I have a fling, but it had come to nothing, Esme, and we went as mates to dance and drink which is always a good way to spend the evening. The ball was substantial, held in the main Wills Building in Bristol with a huge attendance and incredible entertainment. For all the British out there, Paul McKenna the hypnotist was the main event and he was brilliant as ever. Anyway, it was late and we were at Paul McKenna's show when, because of his selection process for susceptible candidates, Esme ended up on stage and I was left to my own devices.

I suddenly caught sight of Kate with Dom and a crowd of his other mates over the other side of the crowd. She saw me and I now worked my way towards her round the back of the crowd. The place was packed. I reached where I thought she was and could see Dom wearing black tie with an evening cape and....a monocle. What a dick. Suddenly, behind me it was Kate who motioned me to the back of the crowd. We wandered off and got a glass of champagne and talked. I asked what was it with the cape and monocle, and she held up her hand and said no more discussion. She had no idea and really wondered if Dom was all there. So what the fuck was she doing with him? We idled and drank champagne and teased each other. She asked about Louise and I said I had suddenly lost interest! She laughed, then asked how about her balls, how were they? They were my balls, I asserted, and they were full. Kate set down her glass and took me by the hand and we started wandering the Wills complex looking for an opened door to an empty space.