The Start of Something New - Part 8

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Corbin watched as Callie rolled the condom down his stiff shaft. Her grip was tight and rather pleasurable as she stroked him a handful of times, offering a brief handjob, perhaps as a way to get the condom on or perhaps as a way to offer just a bit more satisfaction before he entered her.

Callie straddled Corbin and he smiled at the beauty of her naked body. She'd been working out with regularity since starting her relationship with Gavin and there was no question her workouts were paying off. She looked stunning and though he always enjoyed his wife in lingerie, her naked body was more appealing than it had ever been.

Right as Callie took him inside her, Corbin had a thought. When was the last time we had sex in a position other than girl on top? It felt like it had been months. Had Callie made that choice? Did she just default to girl on top because it was her favorite way to fuck him?

Corbin considered asking for a different position, but then she began to rock her hips back and forth and a look of pleasure washed over her face. It occurred to him that they almost always fucked in this manner, with Callie rocking her hips back and forth and he suspected it was because she could generate significant friction against her clit.

A sense of insecurity washed over Corbin. Gavin's cock was bigger. Had the increase in size made sex with Corbin worse for Callie? Did she need to fuck her husband while on top because that was the only way she could get off?

"Where are you?"

Corbin snapped back to the moment. "Sorry."

She stopped moving her hips. "What's wrong?"

"I was drifting. I was...I was thinking about how we only have sex with you on top. I was wondering if that's because you can't cum anymore when we fuck in another position because Gavin's cock is bigger and now mine doesn't satisfy you when we have sex in missionary."

Callie leaned down and kissed him softly. Her lips lingered against his and she caressed his face and ran her fingers through his hair. It had a calming effect, one he imagined was what she'd hoped for.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Callie smiled. "There's no reason to apologize. I don't blame you for drifting. You clearly have a lot on your mind."

For just a moment Corbin was certain he saw disappointment on his wife's face.

"No, I do have reason to apologize," he said. "I surrendered to selfishness. I was thinking only about myself. I swore I wouldn't do that, but I did. I'm sorry, Callie."

She sat up and looked down at him. Her face was unreadable and Corbin could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he'd fucked up. In any other marriage it wouldn't have been a mistake, but the rules of his marriage had been clear since Christmas and Corbin wasn't permitted to indulge in such selfishness, for he was on a permanent quest to prove that he adored his wife, that he was willing to put her needs far above his own.

"I haven't necessarily been explicit about it," she began, "but Gavin is better in bed than you. That's partly due to his size, but only partly. It's also due to his skill. It might also be due to a more primal connection between the two of us, a greater sense of sexual chemistry, but that's nearly impossible to quantify so I don't want to get bogged down in it."

Corbin wasn't as crushed as he would have imagined, mostly because he'd already assumed that Gavin was better in bed than him. He'd watched on several occasions as Callie climaxed with Gavin's cock inside her and the orgasms seemed far more potent than those Corbin had ever offered.

"And yes, we fuck with me on top because it's much easier for me to cum in this position," she said. "We could fuck in missionary or you could take me from behind, but it's unlikely I'd come close to an orgasm in those positions, mostly because you finish fairly quickly these days."

Corbin was tempted to argue that he'd last longer if Callie let him cum more often, but he knew better than that.

"Would you like to fuck in other positions, Corbin?" she asked.

There was something vaguely threatening about her tone and he shook his head. "No."

Callie rested her hands on his chest for a moment and then dug her fingernails into his flesh. It hurt and Corbin couldn't help but wince. "I know you can't be perfect, Corbin, but I'm disappointed. I would have thought that you'd be grateful that I ever let you inside me, that you'd simply enjoy the fact that I ride your cock a few times a month."

She dragged her fingernails a few inches down his chest and Corbin's body tightened at the pain.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Callie...I'm sorry."

Callie began to rock her hips back and forth. She relented on scratching up his chest, but one of her hands moved to his throat. She gripped it tighter than Corbin would have expected and he felt a touch of panic come over him as he stared up into her eyes.

"I hate it when you're selfish, Corbin," she said. "It's worse now. You promised you wouldn't be. You promised that you would always show your adoration, that you'd overcome the selfishness that made you such a shitty husband."

Her grip on his throat tightened, and yet the pleasure emanating from the union of their bodies somehow deepened.

Callie leaned down with her hand still on his throat. She kissed his cheek and slowly worked her way towards his ear while riding his cock, which was a nice change of pace from the grinding. Then she bit down on his earlobe. Corbin cried out from the pain and tried to turn his head, but her grip on his neck and her teeth grasping his earlobe made it impossible.

"Callie...please..."

She released his earlobe from the painful grasp of her teeth and her free hand moved into his hair. She took a painfully tight grip and sat up once more. Corbin was being punished. He knew he was being punished. It was more than that, though. Callie's face was awash in pleasure. Her chest was flushed red. A series of low, lovely moans escaped her lips. She was on the verge of an orgasm.

It wasn't until that moment that Corbin realized that he too was on the verge of a climax. His wife had seemingly transformed into a different person and some part of him was massively aroused by it, hence the impending climax.

"I'm cumming," he blurted out.

His loins tensed up and his world shrank for those blissful few moments before the climax exploded out of him. Corbin's hips pushed upwards and his heart raced as his body experienced an unexpectedly potent orgasm, filling the condom with his load while he saw stars floating above him.

Corbin was so busy with his climax that he barely noticed Callie release his throat and hair, grab her tits, and have an orgasm of her own. She did, though, and she came with her head tilted towards the ceiling and a long, low moan escaping her lips.

It took just a few moments for Corbin to realize that Callie was still annoyed with him. She'd cum - and she'd made him cum - but that clearly hadn't washed away the anger she felt at his selfishness. She climbed off of him quickly, got out of bed, and stepped into her panties.

"Thank you, Callie," he said. "For the orgasm. For the sex. For...for all of it."

She headed for the closet but stopped after a few steps. "Eat your load."

"What?"

She nodded towards the cum-filled condom wrapped around his dick. "Eat your load. Eat your load and I'll forgive you."

Corbin stared at the condom on his softening cock. He hated the idea of eating his cum - what man wouldn't? - but he loved the idea of being forgiven. He sat up and peeled off the condom. He held it up and stared at what looked like a fairly sizable amount of cum.

Then, without thinking too much, Corbin poured the cum into his mouth. The taste was revolting. Beyond revolting, really. He fought through it, though. He swallowed. He came remarkably close to vomiting, but he swallowed.

"You're forgiven," Callie said with a smile. A moment later she was on her way to the closet to get dressed for the day.

Corbin needed to brush his teeth so he headed for the bathroom, dumped the used condom in the trash, and hastily spread tooth paste over the bristles of his brush. The taste of cum disappeared from his mouth the moment it was filled with toothpaste, offering a powerful kind of relief.

"You should probably get used to the taste of your cum," Callie said.

Corbin turned to see her in the bathroom doorway in a pair of shorts and a tank top.

"It's clear to me that you're not capable of overcoming your selfishness. Not entirely, at least. That's okay, though. I expected too much of you. I'm not sure any man would actually be capable of fully overcoming his selfishness, especially with regards to sex."

Corbin wanted to argue that he could absolutely do as his wife desired, but his mouth brimmed with foamy tooth paste.

"I do think, though, that making you do unpleasant things from time to time might be an excellent way of reminding you that you must always be unselfish. I suppose you could also think of these unpleasant things as maintenance punishments. Either way, I felt a great deal better after watching you eat your cum at my instruction, so you can expect to do that sort of thing - and whatever else I dream up - with increasing regularity."

Callie turned and walked away as Corbin stared with the toothbrush hanging from his mouth. It seemed that in the blink of an eye his marriage had just changed. What wasn't clear was whether Corbin could - or would even want to - survive the change. Only time would tell.

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The sounds of lovemaking drifted into the kitchen as Corbin ran a knife through a red pepper. He kept his fingers tucked and repeated the cut over and over, slicing the pepper into thin strips that would add a delicious crunch to the salad he was in the midst of preparing.

Callie and Gavin were in the bedroom, of course. Corbin had been invited to watch the foreplay - including Callie giving a rather loving blowjob to her boyfriend - but she'd dismissed him before there was any penetration. Corbin imagined they were in the missionary position, mostly because he'd come to find great pleasure in watching Gavin's cock slide in and out of Callie while she was on her back.

Corbin tossed the strips of red pepper into the salad and opened the jar of Kalamata olives. He plucked out a handful and cut each of them in half. He popped one into his mouth and enjoyed the burst of saltiness before tossing the halved olives into the bowl.

As Callie's moans got louder, Corbin couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he'd actually grown to enjoy watching his wife and her boyfriend have sex. To him, though, it was a version of being unselfish. He took pleasure in Callie's pleasure. He took pleasure in the way she welcomed another man's cock into her body. He took pleasure in Gavin's pleasure, too, as there was something quite engrossing about watching the other man cum deep inside of Callie.

To his surprise, Corbin felt a bit of wetness in his underwear as he moved to the fridge to get the feta cheese. His cock had been leaking despite his lack of an erection. It wasn't the first time he'd experienced that, though. It happened more often when he'd gone at least a week without an orgasm and it almost always happened when Callie was either on a date with Gavin or actively having sex with him. It was yet another sign that Corbin had become increasingly aroused by the sexual satisfaction his wife found with her boyfriend.

Corbin pulled the marinating chicken thighs out of the fridge along with the cheese. He set the chicken on the counter so it wouldn't be quite so cold when it hit the grill. He then added a considerable volume of cheese to the salad - the feta made it taste so damn good - and set the salad in the fridge.

The moans coming from the bedroom indicated that the lovemaking was nearing its end. At any moment, Gavin would be cumming inside of Callie. She would implore him to cum in her pussy and she would hold him tight as he did. Were Corbin watching, he would be consumed by an odd mixture of jealousy and arousal.

It wasn't so much that Gavin got to cum inside her that made Corbin jealous. Instead, it was Callie's reaction to it. It was her obvious sense of joy and utter satisfaction that drove Corbin a little bit mad as it made it so obvious that she had deep feelings for Gavin. Feelings that she couldn't really control. Feelings that she wasn't ready or willing to abandon.

Callie was the first to emerge from the bedroom. She wore knee high socks, white panties, and a cropped sweatshirt that showed off her belly button. Her hair was tousled and she had that freshly-fucked look of satisfaction on her face. In other words, she was completely and utterly irresistible.

"Gavin got all sweaty," she said. "He's going to take a quick shower, so don't put the chicken on the grill quite yet."

Callie walked up and gave Corbin a lingering kiss on the cheek.

"It sounded like you enjoyed yourself," he said.

"Of course I did. Gavin fucks me like no man ever has, Corbin. He satisfies me in ways I didn't know a woman could be satisfied. My whole body is still tingling."

Her smile was bright and sweet and utterly genuine and Corbin knew it was for Gavin. A powerful wave of insecurity washed over him. He wanted to turn away, to busy himself with dinner, to do anything other than stand there and look at his wife.

Then Callie kissed him on the lips. She pressed her body against his. His hands moved to her lower back and he grasped her ass, running his fingers over her impossibly soft-feeling thong.

"I love you, Corbin," she whispered with their foreheads pressed gently together. "I love Gavin too and I know that complicates things for you, but I love you. I do. I'm fairly certain I'll always love you, assuming you don't revert to the selfish asshole that disappointed me for far too long."

Emotion welled up in Corbin and his eyes moistened. "I love you too, Callie, and I won't ever become that selfish man again. I might disappoint you on occasion, but I won't transform back into a disappointing husband. I won't. If I was going to, I really think it would have already happened. I mean, you just made love to another man in our bed and I stood in here cooking dinner for all of us while precum leaked from my cock."

She smiled. "Yeah? You got excited?"

He nodded. "I couldn't help it, literally. It just happened. I've grown to like it. I was picturing the two of you having sex while I chopped vegetables. I just kept seeing his cock moving in and out of you. I kept seeing that look of pleasure on your face. I even saw that look of pure satisfaction you get when he cums inside you."

She pushed her hips forward and moved them ever-so-slightly, igniting a firestorm of desire between his legs. "I do love it when Gavin cums inside me. When his body tightens up right as he's about to unload. When he grunts and groans and holds me tight as he experiences those blissful sensations that my body makes him feel."

Corbin took a leap. He gave voice to a thought that had been bouncing around his head for weeks. "Our anniversary trip to Tahiti is coming up."

Callie nodded.

"I might be out of my mind here, but what if I booked another bungalow so Gavin could come along? So we could all spend time together. So this year's anniversary could better reflect what our life looks like right now."

Callie didn't have to say a word for Corbin to know what she was thinking. The way her eyes lit up said it all. The way she smiled spoke volumes. The way she kissed him with such force made it perfectly clear that she loved his idea.

"You're an incredible husband, Corbin," she said. "And it seems like you're being truthful when you say that the old version of you isn't in there anymore. Not in a real way, at least. Now you really do think about me before you think of yourself. You really are the husband I need you to be."

"Is that a yes?"

She laughed softly. "That's a yes. Book another bungalow. I won't spend all my nights with Gavin, of course, but I have to admit that I would have missed him terribly if it had just been the two of us, and I really like what you said about how this trip should be reflective of what this year in our marriage has been, and Gavin has been a big part of our marriage."

"He has. He really has."

They kissed again, this time with remarkable depth. Corbin was fully erect at that point and his hands roamed all over her body. At one point his fingers traveled between her legs and he felt the wetness of Gavin's cum leaking out of her.

Callie leaned back a little as he rubbed her pussy gently. "How does it make you feel to know that Gavin is the only man to cum inside me and that he does it so often?"

"Jealous. Insanely jealous. Insecure, too. And...well, aroused, too. It's confusing, to be honest."

"Maybe it would help if we had a ritual after he cums inside me?"

"What kind of ritual?"

"The kind where you lick his cum out of me."

Corbin's fingers stopped moving as he stared into his wife's eyes. She held his gaze and neither of them blinked.

"This wouldn't be like how I make you eat your cum. It's not meant as a punishment. This would be something else. This would be a way for us to connect after my boyfriend - and the other man I love - cums inside me. This would be a way for us to have something special and beautiful after I experience something special and beautiful with Gavin. You could lick his cum out of me and give me an orgasm while you do. You could, from time to time, masturbate and give yourself an orgasm while you lick his cum out of me. It could help us stay close and tightly bonded. It could help us develop a different kind of intimacy as Gavin and I grow even more intimate."

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Corbin asked.

"A few weeks. I love you, Corbin. I will always love you and I want to stay as close to you as possible. I want to connect with you and bond with you in a different way than I do with Gavin because you both occupy different roles in my life. It would make me happy if you'd do this, as crazy as that might sound to you."

Corbin noted his pounding heart and his stiff cock. He couldn't really identify the source of his arousal, but he did like the idea of upping his intimacy with Callie. Having sex with her every two weeks - give or take - wasn't anywhere near the same frequency as the sex she had with Gavin. This would be a different kind of sex, but it would be intimate.

"I'll do it," he said.

Callie took his hand and led him to the living room. She sat on the couch and took off her panties. He stared between her legs as she slowly parted them.

"No masturbating this time," she said softly. "Just clean my pussy and make me cum. Take your time, too. Nice and slow. Tender, gentle strokes of your tongue while you look up at me, while we stare into each other's eyes."

Corbin's heart still pounded. His cock was still hard as a rock. He concluded that he was excited about embarking on what felt like an entirely different kind of journey with his wife.

On the other hand, it might have been a perfectly logical next step. It might have been exactly what he should have been doing, and perhaps that was the source of the arousal.

"I adore you," Corbin said. "I adore you. I cherish you. I love you madly, Callie."

She smiled. "I love you too, Corbin. Now make love to my pussy with your tongue."

Corbin did just that, and as it turned out, licking another man's cum out of her pussy was a beautiful way to connect with his wife.