I was in the kitchen when I heard it —

Steve was on the deck cleaning the grill grate thingy —

KNOCK — KNOCK —KNOCK

For a moment, my heart leapt. I quickly checked the clock on the microwave, “Its not even close to 6 yet — It can’t be him….right?” I thought.

I walked to the back door and opened it …

“Steve — someone’s at the door. Can you….?”

“Yeah. I heard a car drive up … I’ll get it. Is it Carl?”

I shrugged.

In the few steps it took Steve to come into the house and then make his way to the front door, my mind was racing between the food — the house — how I looked and about a hundred other things. I didn’t move from where I was in the kitchen…I couldn’t move. And from where I was standing, I couldn’t see the front door … but I could hear.

I heard the weather strip drag across the floor as Steve pulled it open — before it even stopped sliding — I heard him.

“My man,” boomed from the doorway.

It was him! And he was 1 hour and 15 minutes early!

That is something we would get accustomed to over the next … well, I won’t tell you how long … I’ll let you figure that out as we go.

But Carl was rarely on time. Sometimes he was late, but most of the time he was early. Sometimes really early.

I was frozen in my kitchen — I was already dressed. My level of excitement had me physically ready for at least a couple of hours. But in almost every other way … I wasn’t. There was something very different about Carl —

From my very limited experience with him, what I knew was that he was brash and bold and loud and unapologetic about the space he took up in any given place — physically and just in terms of his overall presence. That wasn’t always a good thing … but sometimes it was a very good thing.

Quick side note on Carl:

Carl wasn’t the kind of guy I would ever think of being attracted to. Yes, he’s black and big and not ugly in the looks department — he’s pretty average looking. But, besides that, he didn’t strike me as a thinker. I like thinkers. Guys who can talk about things other than sports and women and cars and whatever else occupies their minds. Carl didn’t appear to be that at all — and in most of the important ways … he truly wasn’t.

But for whatever reason, his way kind of drew me. I didn’t necessarily like that his was had such an affect on me — but I would learn to more and more.

Going back to before my affair, in my mind I thought that if Steve had had a bigger cock I wouldn’t have cheated. But that just wasn’t the case.

Steve is my everything for everything but sex. He’s smart, caring, successful (I’m not just talking about money), selfless and pretty much hero-like.

Carl was the opposite in almost every way. He’s not a complete moron, but as I said he’s not a thinker … not on anything deep, anyway. Neither is he a particularly caring man — though he can show some restraint. And he’s definitely not selfless — Carl is for Carl … though there are benefits for women in that. And a later story will show you he’s no hero.

But all of those lackluster qualities have a different kind of shine — a shine that Steve was incapable of because he’s just a better person. But it was a shine that I apparently needed … or at least wanted. A man who thought almost entirely about one thing … who more or less took what he wanted … and was big and powerful enough to take it.

End of Side Note on Carl.

Back to my story and the week leading up to the day — THE DAY!

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The day after Steve and I and Carl talked at the bar about my wanting Carl … Carl texted Steve — (I’ll translate what’s not always clear in his texts)

Carl: Sup Shooter.

(Carl is prone to nicknames and Shooter is one of the many he’s given Steve. He’s given me lots too and of course has some for himself and even his ….. well you know lol)

Steve: Good morning Carl. Long time.

Carl: LOL Sorry bout that. I like to get things set

Steve: I understand. By set, what are you referring to exactly?

Carl: Me and your wife. When we doin this?

Steve: As I mentioned we’d like to sit down with you again and talk about how everything is going to go and about our expectations.

Carl: That’s what I’m talkin bout, Shooter. When

Steve: What works for you?

Carl: You at work

Steve: Of course.

Carl: How bout I swing by your house now and talk to the wifey

Carl: Just messin with ya

Steve: How’s this weekend? Saturday?

Carl: Weekend? Damn! That’s a long time to make me wait!

Carl: So we’re just talkin when we meet

Steve: Carl, lets meet and see how things go. As I said, we want to make sure we’re all on the same page.

Carl: Same page? I think we all know what’s happenin

Steve: Sure. But you need to provide a test from your doctor that proves you’re clean and you also need to agree to wear a condom.

Carl: I know how it goes. Why I need a condom if I prove I’m clean

Steve: Don’t be an ass, Carl. Its just bayan escort bursa one of our rules.

Carl: Your rule or Lexi’s rule?

Carl: Just messin with ya. LOL I got ya.

Carl: So Saturday

Carl: What time

Steve: Why don’t you come at 6. I’ll grill out and we can talk.

Carl: 6 it is. I can’t wait.

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That text led to many more. Carl is impulsive and as I said in my side note, he’s pretty single minded.

I’ve learned that once he gets something into his mind, its all he really thinks about and he drives forward with abandon until he gets it. I’m a bit like that too, but my way of getting what I want is just plain cuter and way more strategic. For me its part of the fun. For Carl, its just his way. There really isn’t any thought behind it. Anyways, he’s not only singleminded … he’s also incredibly shortsighted, which will bite him in the end. He just doesn’t really think about what he’s doing or how his actions might be perceived or what the consequences might be.

Sexually speaking, that kind of personality is a rush. But between the sex, he can kind of wear you down … especially Steve.

This first week wasn’t as bad as others — he showed some restraint …. but not much, and because it was our first experience with Carl — we couldn’t feel the restraint. But as the week went on, he got more and more explicit about his own expectations and it made our meeting take on a completely different feel than just a talk about expectation.

Over the course of many texts, he made it clear that he intended on doing more than just talking. He and I were of the same mind with that, but it wore Steve down to the point of acceptance — coupled with my pleadings, of course. If it weren’t for my help, Steve would have cut Carl off before anything even started. But I did help and so Steve grew to accept what was inevitable.

But eventually, Carl explained what he wanted from me.

He wanted my pussy to be shaved bald — no problem there. He wanted me to wear a dress with no panties underneath — again not an issue. He also said that he would “have me” more than once to “break me in”. And that he and I would be alone when he “fucked me”.

I was quickly falling under his very simple and primal spell.

Steve and I talked about all of them — some were easier than others. Like being alone and taking me more than once were not as comfortable for Steve … and on some level, neither was it all that comfortable for me. What does “breaking me in” mean??? You have to remember my inexperience, at this point.

But it was very clear to both of us that Carl was much more experienced in this alternative lifestyle stuff than Robert was.

The good thing about that for Steve, was that it probably meant Carl knew how to keep a relationship like this quiet. And that was something he stressed from the beginning.

The bad thing for Steve, was that Carl was likely in the know about cuckolding … at the very least he surely knew what it was. Steve wasn’t really big on that. Steve’s hope that this would be a short lived experience and that Carl would believe that Steve was a swinger who just happened to let his wife mess around alone once in a while — was quickly fading.

So Steve had mixed feelings, but as the week got closer and closer to Saturday, it was the cuckold stuff that he focused on most.

For me, it was all good. I knew this wasn’t going to be a short lived romance … though I never said that to Steve until the day after the big day — but my mind kept drifting back to the breaking me in comment. It excited me — for sure! What kind of man was this and what kind of cock does he have??? But with each day — I grew a little more nervous.

So the night before was a sleepless one … for both of us. We both tossed and turned throughout, but neither of us said anything.

Normally I would be much more on my game with something like this — using Steve’s nervousness and fear and turning them into fun for both of us was what I did. But my mind was just focused on the phrase “breaking me in” — what did he mean??

I ended up falling asleep about 2:30 am, but by the time the sun started to shine through our bedroom skylights — I was up and ready to run. I’ve always loved running — long before Robert — but it also helps me when I have tons of nervous energy. So I ran and I ran hard.

Steve was already up working in the yard by the time I got home. That’s his way of burning nervous energy.

As I ran up the driveway and up to the house, Steve was turned away from me and facing our natural area,

“I’m going to shower, Steve. Ok?”

“Ok —”

I opened the door and was about to step into the house and thought — this is crazy. This isn’t me. What am I doing? I need to enjoy this and Steve really needs this or tonight’s going to be a nightmare for him … he needed focus.

So I turned and stepped to the edge of our front porch and leaned over the railing —

“Wanna join me?”

I didn’t wait for his answer — escorts bursa I knew he’d come.

With my new resolve to be more like me and most of my nerves burned off with my run — a new energy was starting to happen. I jogged up the stairs and turned the corner into the hallway that leads into our bedroom and stopped at our master bath. I went in and turned the water on so it could warm up a bit before we got in.

Before I could completely get my clothes off, Steve was already behind me. Silly man lol.

“I thought you’d be faster,” I laughed as I finished disrobing.

“Right. Uh huh.”

He immediately started taking off his clothes — and after he was naked, he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

“Salty, huh? Lol Sorry. I’m a little sweaty.”

“I know —”

I half peeled his arms away from me and pushed open the big glass door —

We stepped in and while we showered we had a really sweet moment. Our shower head comes down out of the ceiling directly above the middle of our walk-in shower. We just stood under it and kissed and played and soaped each other up and then rinsed off. I never mentioned Carl and neither did Steve … but there’s no doubt … what was going to happen later was on both of our minds.

After our moment, we got out and were drying each other off,

“Will you do me a favor, baby?”

He straightened up … and with the look he gave me, I knew that he knew things were going in a different direction.

“Of course, Lex. What?”

“Go get your cage —”

He was, as he had been since he got in the shower — hard.

I looked down at it,

“I’ll take care of that in a sec, k? I promise Just get it. K?”

He walked out of the bathroom and to my side of the bed and got his cage out of my nightstand drawer.

While he was busy doing that, I got a towel and folded it and set it on the floor in front of our big tub next to the shower. I turned, straddled the towel and sat down and spread my legs as I waited for him.

When he came back in, cage in hand …

“I want you to shave me.”

Steve has done this before several times, and, knowing how much black men love it, I generally keep myself shaved completely bare. But I wanted to make sure it was extra smooth … you know. For Carl.

Steve didn’t say anything — he stepped back into the shower to get my razor —

“No. Get a new one out of my drawer …”

He did. As he walked back and knelt on the floor in front of me, a surge of adrenaline shot through my veins.

Merely seeing him kneeling in front of me on the towel I placed for him … with my shaving cream and razor in his hands … and his cage setting on the floor next to him … omg that little scene did more than anything to shock me back into my normal self.

“Can you hand me your cage, please?”

He sat back on his heels and set down the can of shaving cream, picked up the cage and handed it to me.

“Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome Lex …”

“You can start.”

He set down the razor and picked up the shaving cream again. Putting some into his hand, he scooted forward and slowly rubbed it over my pussy …

I looked down on him … watching and smiling at how gentle he was.

I reached for his hair and softly ran my fingers through it.

“The shower was fun, right?”

He looked up at me and nodded yes.

“I love you so much. You’re the best husband in the world.”

“Thank you, Lex …. I love you too.”

He set the shaving cream down and started to gently shave me. I spread my legs further and leaned back with my hands on the side of the tub — watching him delicately shave me bare for another man to enjoy.

“I really want you to know that I love that you’re my husband. I couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else.”

He continued to shave me …

“But for the rest of the day, babe — you’re just my cuckold.”

He stopped and looked up at me — I could tell he liked it.

“Why do you like it when I say that? When I talk to you like that?”

“I don’t know Lexi. I know its a game we pla—”

“I’m not playing, Steve. This is not a game. You’re on your knees preparing your wife’s pussy for another man to fuck. This is not a game. Its who we are. I love you as both. I love you as my husband because you love me so well and provide for me and take care of me … and I love you for what you can’t do very well. I don’t just love you despite the fact that you can’t please me that way — its weird, but I love you even more because of it — and I love you even more than that because you let other men do what you can’t do. I love you as both my husband and my cuckold.”

He just sat there … listening and then interjecting,

“I know … “

“While we were in the shower, just now — you were my husband and I loved it. Did you?”

“Of course.”

“But for the rest of today — you’re my cuckold. Ok?”

He nodded.

“I’m going to cage you in a minute so you don’t forget. K?”

When he finished shaving me — he wiped the excess cream off with a wet wash cloth. I watched him as he finished —

“Am I smooth enough, cuck?”

He reached to feel —

“No. With your tongue. I want to know that when Carl puts his tongue on my pussy that its smooth enough for him.”

He leaned forward and started to lick up my labia and then down … and then moved to the other side .. I could feel his tongue glide easily over my skin and knew that I was nice and ready. I wanted him to do more though —

“Taste me, cuck.”

He centered his tongue and as he slid his tongue up my slit … I lifted my left leg and set it on his back … and pulled his mouth to my pussy by his hair.

“Mmmmm cuck. Do I taste good for Carl?”

He didn’t stop but mumbled, “Mmhmmm”

“Imagine what I’m going to taste like later …”

He stopped — and that was the end of that.

“Lex, no. He’s agreed to wear a condom.”

“I know. But what if I want him to cum inside me, cucky. I love it so much.”

“Lexi no. We agreed.”

“But he has a test. Right? I mean he’s clean. I’ll try but what if I can’t help it?”

“Lexi I ju…”

“Let’s not worry about it — k? It will be fine.”

“Let me make you cum so I can put your little dick in its cuck cage.”

“I’m serious, Lexi … don’t do thi…”

“I know you are, Steve. Now let me help you.”

We switched places. He sat on the tub and I knelt down on the towel.

The way our conversation ended, started to make him soften a little. He was still so worried that Carl was going to find out that he was a cuckold — a cum eating cuckold, at that. And worried that I was not going to be able to resist having him cum inside me.

Before we left the bathroom, I made him cum with my hand and put his little cage on him.

He started to walk away but I grabbed him and tap-tap-tapped the end of his cage with my fingernail,

“Remember, little Steve is not coming out until Carl leaves — and then only if you’re a good little cuck. Ok?”

He nodded.

“Say okay, cuckold.”

“Okay Lexi.”

After Steve left, I painted my pretty toes red and did the same with my dainty, little fingers. I went through my clothes about a dozen times — trying to decide what to wear. It was fairly warm out, so I wanted it to be light and I didn’t want anything too dressy. I just couldn’t decide.

It was still several hours before Carl would come — so I decided to lay down for a little while, knowing that I wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night … hoping I wouldn’t. I had no idea how long “breaking me in” took.

I slept for about an hour and a half — though I mostly just laid there … I was still on edge and excited and it was killing me not to touch myself.

While I was laying down, Carl texted Steve a few times about when he was coming and when he planned to get there. Carl lives about 40 minutes from us and has to drive through uptown so he said that traffic might make him late. Steve told him whenever he got there would be fine.

Eventually, I went to get the food ready for Steve to grill. He had bought some steaks earlier in the week — though I’m not much of a meat eater … well, that’s not true wink wink. I made a salad and seasoned some zucchini for Steve to grill as well. That, with the baked potatoes I had planned, would make a nice dinner for us to talk over.

After I got the food ready … I went upstairs and started to get ready.

I’m not really as girly as some women are — I tend to wear jeans or shorts and t-shirts a lot. I have a nice bubble in my butt and my legs are toned so I never get complaints. But I decided to go all out for Carl. He did say he wanted me to wear a dress.

The one I ended on was a short, silky, fairly low cut blue but almost black dress with spaghetti straps. Steve says it looks almost like it could be counted as lingerie — I laid it out and went into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair. Normally I don’t wear a whole lot of makeup — but I went a little heavier for Carl … thinking he’d prefer something a bit sluttier. Next was my hair, which doesn’t take long because I’ve always kept it straight.

I was ready. I looked at myself in my full length mirror in our bedroom. Turning side to side … turning around and checking out my ass. I felt sexy … especially when I imagined Carl the Mountain standing behind me!

So it was about 4:30 and I was in the kitchen and Steve was outside getting his grill cleaned up and ready to cook.

KNOCK — KNOCK — KNOCK

“My man.”

I could hear them from the kitchen — still unable to move. My return to normal ended there — and my nerves came back in full force.

I was standing just around the corner … listening.

“Hey Carl. You’re early.”

“Sorry bout that Shooter … I didn’t know how bad the traffic would be and I didn’t want to keep the little lady waiting.”

OMG — I thought. Little lady??? His forwardness was making me even damper than my thoughts of him had.

“Where is she?”

“I’ll get her, Carl. She’s in the kitchen. Have a seat. Do you want a beer?”

“Yeah man — that’d be good.”

Steve came into the kitchen and I grabbed his hands and pulled back to the stove away from the corner … and excitedly and nervously whispered —