[devavu2009]

The fact that Annie and I had been so active lately after such a long dry spell was thrilling for me. Even if she refused to have intercourse with me, I loved eating her pussy and making her cum. Being locked in the CB was frustrating, but exciting, like the old days. It always made me feel submissive toward her, and ironically, made me want to service her pussy all the more. But all this made me suspicious, too. In the back of my mind, I wondered if she was having an affair. No, I thought, she would tell me. She's not one for secrets. So what brought this on?

In the back of my mind, I thought of Aaron - if only because Annie's sudden renewed interest in chastity and oral sex, like the early days when we first met Aaron. But I figured there was no way in hell he would have the nerve to come back into the picture, and that Annie would never let him back in her life anyway. Not after the hurtful things he did when she chose to end it with him.

Still, as shocked as I was when she told me told me he'd shown up to see her, I wasn't surprised. As hard as the bitter ending was, we had several of the most exciting, mindblowing years of our lives during this relationship. As much as I never wanted to think about this guy again, I frequently couldn't help it, wishing it all didn't end so badly, and that I could be cuckold to Annie and Aaron again. When these thoughts popped into my head, I always became aroused - and then ashamed. Deeply ashamed. If I thought about it this much, I wondered what was going through Annie's head. Until last month, we'd avoided talk of any sex of any kind for almost 4 years. I felt intensely guilty for not providing what this beautiful woman deserved - a satisfying sex life,especially given the fact that she was so damned GOOD at it. I had lost my way as a man.

Anyway, I asked Annie when, exactly this visit from Aaron occurred. She said maybe 5 weeks ago, on a Friday.

Friday evenings are Annie's evenings. She is only home about one Friday evening per month. Usually, it's her night out. She goes out for dinner and drinks sometimes with work friends, or she comes home and goes back out to book clubs, wine tastings, art events. It's turned into kind of a "girls night." It was a Friday evening last month when she came home late, and called me into her room to give her oral sex for the first time in ages. I remember how surprised and delighted I was, how fresh and familiar she tasted. How hard she came. She actually sat on my face and rode it for 30 minutes. She told me I'd done a 'great job'. (She used to say that a lot when I cleaned her pussy after one of her marathon sessions with Aaron. They would lay there kissing, and I would be between her legs, in full, submissive, cuckold heaven, licking her clean, remaining there until she grew tired of me. "Great job," she would say).

Back to the matter at hand.

"That was the night you saw Aaron, wasn't it," I said.

"Yes," she replied.

"You had sex with him." I stated.

"I thought you knew it that night," she replied. "I mean I must have tasted very familiar."

To say there conflicting, confusing emotions going through my head is putting it mildly. My face flushed. Shame and anger dueled each other in my head, and my heart.

I didn't need to ask her why Aaron suddenly re-emerged. I already knew the answer to that. I had a different question:

"What do you want?"

"I'm not sure," she said.

"Who do you want?"

"Both of you."