Page 1 of Loving Her: The Kinky Affair

Chapter One

Kyle’s grunts as Samantha rode his dick left me with a cocktail of emotions. I felt he enjoyed my friend’s juicy pussy as she turned and twisted him. At the same time, I felt he didn’t like that a woman had mounted him and controlled his thrust.

Then, I felt I should have been the one riding him, making the tip of his penis rub against the upper cleft of my pussy and sending me into sweetest ecstasy. But I was not and had to watch Samantha do what I hadn't with my husband as he lost control of the sex to her.

Control was crucial to Kyle, and taking it away from him seemed to hurt his ego. He hadn't complained about it, but I knew it from his reaction. I wanted to talk about his feelings, but I recalled that as the dominatrix, I shouldn't be too emotional. I stiffened up.

Kyle and I had never discussed changing roles, and I was sure that he had found it strange that I had kept onto my word for the third month running. I had controlled our sexual lives and had only had sex with him on a few occasions without reaching an orgasm. It felt like self-torture not to cum, but I thought it hurt Kyle more.

He had not ejaculated, too, before I said I had had enough. The first time I did that to him, he had the consolation of releasing his fish inside Samantha, even though I knew it was something he despised.

“Your man is full,” Samantha had said about Kyle’s load dripping inside her.

I smiled as I stared at Kyle, searching for his satisfied disposition, but he had grunted and frowned. It was difficult to stop a reflex action because you hated the cause of it. Kyle's frown reminded me of my confusing emotions anytime he forced me to sleep with his friends and ensured not to come.

The pussy loved a good dick, whether the pussy owner hated the man with the dick. It was a tricky situation, and I would struggle to hold my cum because the man who triggered it wasn't the man I had loved. I felt Kyle had felt that, too, with his seed leaving his body even though he had confessed hatred for Samantha.

But there could be more to Kyle's disposition. He never liked that I stayed on top of him and rode his dick. It was about his control and the show of his masculinity that he had always been the one to dictate the sex positions and, most importantly, the thrust. I had no reason to complain when he had given me the sort of pleasure I never knew existed.

With Samantha on top of Kyle and twisting her body to make his cock touch all the corners of her pussy, she had something that he cherished. I hadn't planned that with Samantha, but her delivery had been most pleasing to me. I gave my satisfactory smile and a wink to ask her to continue.

"You see, that's how you fuck a man," Samantha boasts, "Every man loves a good fuck from their woman."

I glanced at Kyle to confirm that he loved Samantha's good fuck. But his face was deadpan now, and I guessed why correctly.

“You wish to have me ride you or none at all,” I said.

“Tell your friend to get up. Isn’t she satisfied?” Kyle said.

“Oh, no. You have to make me come,” Samantha responded before I could say anything.

“Not with you riding me,” Kyle said.

“Swear that you don’t enjoy my ride,” Samantha said.

“What ride?” he asked with a hiss.

I interrupted, “I have never stayed on top of him. Kyle loves to be in charge of such a matter.”

“Huh? You aren’t fucking this man the right way. I will make him enjoy it now,” Samantha said.

Kyle adjusted himself, and Samantha rebuffed him.

“You aren’t getting up until I am done with you,” she said.

I looked at the cuffs holding Kyle to the bed and the marks they made on his skin. Three months ago, I had been in similar cuffs, getting fucked by other men on the bed and the horse. Kyle didn't pity me then, so why should I pity him now? My anger boiled, and I wished I had other women to deal with him. I want his emotions broken, his body exhausted, and his dick hurt from overuse.

“What? Other women?” Kyle said.

“Do you want to bring another woman to join me? I am ready for that,” Samantha said.

Their responses made me realize that I had spoken my thoughts about other women and Kyle. I looked at him, and I felt that I was putting him through a lot to prove a point and to let him feel what I felt.

“I didn’t know I said that out loud,” I said and hid my face from Kyle.

I couldn't tell why I felt bad letting out my thoughts. I hadn't meant to do so, but in hindsight, I felt I should have carried on as if I meant it.

“Are you bringing another woman?” Kyle asked to break my line of thought.

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