The Start of Something New - Part 6

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It was late on Sunday night when Callie returned from her Valentine's weekend trip with Gavin. Corbin watched from the living room window as the car pulled into the driveway.

The headlights turned off and Gavin got out. He rushed to the passenger side and opened the door for Callie. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he opened the trunk and grabbed her bags. They walked hand-in-hand to the front door.

Corbin inched closer to the window so he could watch his wife and her boyfriend share a long embrace and an even longer kiss at the front door. He barely considered that their neighbors might have been watching. All Corbin could feel was a mixture of jealousy and arousal as he witnessed multiple acts of affection between his wife and the man she was clearly falling in love with.

Gavin headed back to his car and Callie opened the door and stepped into the house. Corbin rushed to his wife and they too shared a loving embrace. He couldn't help but pay close attention to every moment of it to see if she was more affectionate with Gavin.

The only real difference was in the kiss, but that made sense. Callie's relationship with Gavin was squarely in the passion phase where their bodies were flooded with hormones that made them mad with desire for each other. Of course, Corbin felt the desire, in no small part because he knew his wife had just kissed her boyfriend and for some reason he was thoroughly aroused by that notion.

"Let me get your bags," Corbin said.

He rushed outside and picked up the two bags she'd packed for a two night trip. Corbin carried them inside and followed Callie to the bedroom. He set the bags down and helped his wife out of her coat. She looked exquisite in a white sweater, jeans, and a pair of high-heeled boots and Corbin would have been more than happy to stand there and stare at her for hours.

"Did you have a good trip?" he asked.

Her smile was bright and beautiful. "It was perfect. I'm so grateful to you, Corbin. You were so kind and so generous in planning and paying for the trip. The hotel was even nicer than it looked on the website. The staff was incredible. The food was out of this world. The room was so beautiful. They'd scattered rose petals around and there was champagne and chocolate covered strawberries waiting for us when we arrived. It was the most romantic weekend of my life."

Her joy was genuine. Corbin could see that. He was partly responsible for that joy, but so was the other man in her life. It was a decidedly strange feeling to know that he was assisting his wife in falling for another man, and yet Corbin felt good.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

Callie held out a hand and Corbin stepped closer and took it. She pulled him close for a kiss that was far more passionate than he'd expected.

"Did you think about me?" she whispered.

The delicate scent of her perfume filled his nose. Her sweater felt impossibly soft as he ran his hands up her back. Her makeup was flawlessly applied and enhanced her already considerable beauty. She was perfect and Corbin felt like he'd never been so in love with her.

"I thought about you constantly," he said. "I couldn't help it."

Callie caressed his face and her hand felt soft and warm and deeply reassuring. "I hope it wasn't too hard to spend Valentine's Day alone while I was with my boyfriend."

"You deserved to be with him," he replied. "To have a perfect Valentine's Day. I wanted that for you. That's why I planned it. After so many years of...of neglect on my part, you deserved to have a perfect weekend with a man you're...you're so passionate about."

Callie kissed his neck. "I am passionate about him. In fact, we spent a good portion of the weekend having sex. Lots and lots of really great sex."

For a moment Corbin felt only the purest form of jealousy. It passed, though Callie aided its passing by stroking his cock and kissing his neck once more.

"I thought about you," she said.

"Really?"

"I did. I thought about how nice it would have been to be at the hotel with you. I thought about how nice it would have been to take a rose petal bath with you, to make love to you in the bathtub, to make love to you on the balcony, to make love to you in the bed. I thought about how nice it would have been if you'd simply managed to be the kind of husband I deserved instead of having devolved into a neglectful husband who doesn't realize that he's married to a woman who deserves to be adored."

There was no harshness to her voice. She wasn't angry. She was simply sharing the truth with Corbin, which was that he would have spent Valentine's weekend with her at the hotel if he'd been the man she wanted him to be. It seemed to him that she was also emphasizing that he was still being punished for the crime of failing to adore her.

"I won't ever stop adoring you," he replied. "I won't, Callie. I've learned my lesson."

"So far so good, Corbin. You just have to prove it for far longer than two months before I'll truly believe you."

"I will."

She smiled and kissed him. It was slow and deep and beautiful. He pulled her close and his cock throbbed as it pressed into her pelvis. She tasted good. She smelled good. She felt good. He craved her with every fiber of his being.

"I want you," he said.

"I know you do," she whispered. "And I might let you have me. First, though, you're going to unpack for me. You're going to put away the clothes I didn't wear. You're going to put the dirty items in the hamper, though you'll need to separate the lingerie so it can be washed on a delicate cycle. Once you've unpacked you can meet me in the living room. I'd like a foot massage while I enjoy a glass of wine. If you do a good job, I'll let you take me to the bedroom and give me a full body massage. If you do a good job of that I might let you have me."

Callie kissed him on the cheek and let her lips linger for a few seconds before walking out of the bedroom. Corbin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let every bit of frustration wash away before he set about unpacking her suitcases.

Oddly enough, it felt good to unpack for her, to see which outfits she'd worn for Gavin and to think of him enjoying her in those outfits. Unpacking the lingerie proved quite arousing, especially when he saw that her pussy had quite clearly gotten wet and leaked the juices of her arousal into the gusset of the panties and bodysuit she'd worn. By the time he was finished, Corbin was humming with desire and eager to indulge in the pleasure of massaging his wife.

He would do a good job with the foot massage and he would do a great job with the body massage to show that he adored her. If she permitted him inside her, Corbin would make sure he enjoyed each and every thrust, that he connected with his beautiful wife while making love to her, that he did everything in his power to show that he adored her.

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Callie was naked in their bed when Corbin returned from his quick trip to the store. He stopped in the bedroom doorway to admire her remarkably sexy body and then pulled the box of condoms from the bag and set it on the nightstand. She'd sent him out with a small list of items, including the condoms, which she would use the next day when she and Gavin went on their date.

"You look really hot, by the way," he said.

Callie smiled. "Why thank you. I was thinking about you while you were gone."

"Were you?"

Corbin reached out and ran his fingers over her inner thigh. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. He leaned over and softly kissed her breasts, moving from one to the other as his fingers found their way between her legs and massaged her clit in slow circles.

"Good thoughts?" he asked.

"Very good thoughts."

Two weeks had passed since Callie's weekend away with Gavin and she'd seen him half a dozen times in that span. There'd been two quick sexual encounters and four dates, two of which had been overnights at Gavin's place. Their relationship had been strengthened by the romantic weekend Corbin had planned for them and Callie had seen fit to reward him with multiple instances of lovemaking and a great deal of affection in the two weeks since.

"That feels so good," she said, "but I actually need you to stop so we can talk about something for just a minute."

Corbin did not want to stop. He wanted to keep fooling around. He wanted to get naked. He wanted to make love to his wife. He stopped, though, as he'd long since learned that it was unwise to prioritize his desires over hers.

He sat up and pushed his desire aside, though Corbin continued to run his fingers over Callie's stomach. He couldn't keep his hands off of her.

"I'd like to bring Gavin home tomorrow night," she said.

"To our home?"

Callie nodded.

"For a visit?"

She smiled, sat up, and kissed him softly. "No. I want him to spend the night."

Corbin was caught off guard by the sudden pounding of his heart. A sense of excitement coursed through him, but it wasn't alone. There was something akin to fear swirling through him, as well.

"Spend the night?"

Callie caressed Corbin's cock and kissed his neck. She moaned, too, in that way that always proved so arousing. He knew she was working him, that she was arousing him to cloud his mind, but he couldn't stop himself from getting turned on.

"I know I could keep going to his place or we could keep spending the night in hotels, but I want him to spend the night in my bed," she said before gently biting down on Corbin's earlobe and swirling her tongue around it.

"Your bed?" he asked.

Callie's lips found his. She kissed him deeply. She did so while stroking his cock through his pants. Corbin was hard as a rock despite the sense of distress coursing through him.

Then she laid back in the bed. She parted her thighs a bit. Her nipples were hard and her chest had gone from pale to pinkish. She was turned on.

"I know it's not my bed," she said. "But when Gavin is here, it will be my bed. It will be my bed that I'm inviting him into. It won't be our bed because you obviously won't be spending the night in it. You'll be in the spare bedroom down the hall and I'll be here, asleep in Gavin's arms."

It was obvious that it wasn't just the kissing and touching that had turned Callie on. It was the thought of her boyfriend spending the night in their bedroom that drove her arousal. He could see her getting more turned on as she talked.

It occurred to him that it might also have been a test of sorts, that Callie had come up with the idea to see if Corbin would prove his adoration by allowing another man to take his place in their bed.

"I adore you, Callie," he said, "and if you want your boyfriend to spend the night in your bed while I sleep in the guest bedroom, then you should have that."

He leaned down and she welcomed his kiss. She lured his tongue into her mouth. She welcomed his fingers into her pussy, which was exceedingly wet.

"Thank you, Corbin," she whispered. "That's very generous of you. You should know, though, that it will happen with some frequency. No more than a handful of times a month, I suspect, but it won't just be the one time."

He pushed two fingers deep inside her and rubbed her clit. Callie closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned. She presented her neck in doing so and Corbin kissed it. He sucked gently on her flesh and ran his tongue over it. She moaned louder and it brought him no small amount of delight.

"It just feels right that my boyfriend should be able to come to my home. It feels like it makes it more of a relationship, and that's what I want it to be. That's what it's become."

Corbin felt the fear surge. He understood its origins as it felt like he and Callie were playing with fire where their marriage was concerned.

He sat up and pulled his fingers from her pussy. He wiped them on the sheets and rested his hands in his lap. "It makes me nervous," he confessed. "I want to be the husband you need me to be right now, but I also want to say that it makes me nervous. It makes me worry that I'll lose you, that if I'm too open to the idea of you having a boyfriend and pursuing your relationship with him wholeheartedly that I might lose you to him."

She smiled and sat up. Her hand rested gently against his cheek. She kissed him softly. "You won't lose me," she whispered. "Not as long as you continue to adore me the way I deserve to be adored. Gavin's a fling. Sexual and emotional, but just a fling. It feels good to lose myself in it a little, to experience all the thrills of being with someone new, but it's still just a fling, Corbin. Flings come and go. A marriage lasts, though, and as long as you don't revert to the neglectful husband you spent so many years being, you'll get to keep me."

Corbin crawled on top of his wife and she rewarded him with a smile. He cupped one of her breasts and leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues mingled and she moaned into his mouth while vigorously rubbing his cock through his jeans.

His clothes came off piece by piece, with plenty of kissing, caressing, licking in between each article being pulled from his body and tossed onto the floor.

It wasn't until Corbin's stiff cock pressed against her pussy that Callie came up for air and stopped him.

"Before you slip inside me, there's one more thing we need to talk about," she said.

He groaned. It was a sound of pure frustration. Corbin was out of his mind with desire. He needed to be inside her, to make love to his wife, to enjoy her beautiful body.

"The condoms aren't for Gavin," Callie said.

"What?"

"They're for you."

Corbin glanced at the box of condoms on the nightstand and then back at his wife. He didn't feel any less confused, though. "What?"

She smiled and caressed his face. "My boyfriend will be cumming inside me from now on and you won't be."

It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. Why did Corbin have to wear a condom? Why did sex have to be less pleasurable for him? "What? Why?" he asked. "Why can't we both cum inside you?"

"I considered that," she said. "I did, and that would be fair, of course. But it's not what I want. I'm not entirely sure I can explain, but I just don't like the idea of multiple men cumming inside me."

"Then why does it have to change? Why can't Gavin keep using condoms?" Corbin asked with a notable sense of desperation in his voice.

"Because I want to have the experience of Gavin cumming inside me. I want to experience unprotected sex with him. I want him to be able to enjoy me in that way. I want our connection to get deeper, and letting him cum inside me will do that."

She'd just hit on the reason that Corbin felt such angst. He hadn't understood it until she'd uttered those words, but now he did. "Please, Callie...please, I dont..."

The look of kindness and compassion on her face silenced him. She understood his angst, his pain, his worry. She wasn't annoyed. She was understanding, in fact, but she was also resolute and just a handful of minutes earlier she'd been clear that Corbin would never lose her so long as he continued to adore her. In the current moment of their marriage that meant that he needed to do whatever it took to aid her relationship with Gavin. That would probably change at some point, but not anytime soon.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I adore you, Callie, and I want what you want, even if it's going to be difficult for me."

She kissed him softly and said, "Sit back on your knees."

Corbin did so and she removed a condom from the box, tore open the wrapper, and sat up. She rolled the condom down his stiff shaft, stroked him a few times, and then laid back.

"Make love to me," she said.

Corbin stared at his cock. It had been years since he'd worn a condom. Now he'd lost the right to be inside his wife without protection. That happened, of course - some women couldn't be on birth control - but Corbin knew that it rarely happened because a married woman only wanted her boyfriend to cum inside her.

As he considered the notion, Corbin was hit with a wave of desire. His cock felt a little more alive than it had before, a little harder. It wasn't the first time he'd been turned on by his wife having a boyfriend. That had happened so many times before. This felt different, though. This was being turned on at something that was almost purely negative for him.

Corbin slid inside her. He smiled and so did Callie. She pulled his lips to hers. They shared a slow, deep kiss. Her fingers danced through the short hair on the back of his head in a manner he found enthralling.

"Are you excited about him cumming inside you?" Corbin asked as he slowly moved in and out of her.

Callie studied his face for a moment and smiled. "More excited than I can explain. I want it so badly, Corbin. I started thinking about it over Valentine's weekend. I very nearly took his condom off the last time we made love. I want to feel him bare inside me, but more than that, I want to feel my boyfriend cumming in my pussy. I want to give him that, I want to experience that, I want it so badly."

Corbin's thrusts sped up. He couldn't help himself. He was turned on. He was surrendering the ability to cum inside his wife because she wanted her boyfriend to have that exclusive pleasure. It was terrible, and yet it was such a turn on.

"Oh...fuck...Callie..."

"It's okay to be turned on by it," she said. "It's okay that it makes you want to cum, Corbin. It's a form of adoration."

"Will you cum with me?"

"I'm ready," she said.

They kissed as his cock moved in and out of her. He savored the pleasure of each thrust. He even found himself savoring the distinctly different experience of having sex with a condom. In that moment, with everything else swirling around in his head, there was a strange pleasure to be found in the fact that he likely wouldn't be having unprotected sex with his wife for quite some time.

"Corbin, I'm cumming!" Callie cried out.

He joined his wife in climaxing. He buried his cock inside her and held it there as his cum flooded a condom for the first time in years.

Callie was all smiles as she came down from her climax. She offered a wealth of kisses, too, and in a few her tongue was quite active.

"I adore you," Corbin said.

"I know," she replied. "I know you do, Corbin. Just make sure you never stop."

He pulled out and rolled onto his back. She cuddled up next to him. "I won't stop, Callie. I won't ever stop adoring you."

He wouldn't, even if it meant making even greater sacrifices to prove his adoration. Corbin would do it. He loved his wife more than anything. Plus, there was pleasure to be had in the unexpected turn their marriage had taken, and Corbin was determined to actually experience that pleasure.