Page 3 of Loving Her: The Kinky Affair

Although I felt good with Kyle’s tongue on my cleft, I knew he wanted it more and loved it more than I did. I hadn’t seen him so satisfied since our rift began. Even Samantha noticed his mood change.

“You still prefer her, don’t you?” she asked him.

“He is not meant to hate me, is he?” I whispered back to Samantha.

Samantha giggled and said, “You still love him, too. It’s written all over you. But you’ve got to let me give him some more lessons.”

“That’s not an issue. Do you want to go again or later?” I asked.

“Later. But let me give you a treat, too. You deserve a baby girl treatment," she said.

I looked at Kyle, who had been trying to follow our conversation. Before I could reply to Samantha, Kyle had interrupted.

"Come, please," he said, pouting his lips toward me.

I went to meet him. “What is it?”

"I miss us, what we used to be," Kyle began in a low voice, "I miss the Andrea I fell in love with that gave me sweet sex. When I tasted your cunt, it brought back those times to me when I eat your pussy and lick your juice daily. I miss the sex and lovemaking. Everything."

"You've had Samantha for four months now, and that should satisfy you. She has all the holes that your dick desires and can match your energy," I said.

“But it’s you that I need. Didn’t you match my energy? It’s your hole that my dick wants,” he responded.

“Which of my holes do you want? Is it the one you gave to your friends or recently gave to Roger? My natural or back hole, which one drives you crazy?”

“Hmmm! I thought we had gone past all of this. See, Andrea, I can’t do what I do to you with another woman. You are special to me.”

"You are special to me, too, and that's why I allowed you to have my friend. Was that not the same way you were passing me around your friends for money? You should be happy that I had no interest in trading in you."

Kyle exhaled deeply and said, "That was in the past. Huh? Can you let me off the cuff? I need to get to the site for work."

“That’s not a problem. I am going out with Samantha, too. She is taking me out on a date,” I said.

“A date?” Kyle asked, his voice louder than before.

“Yes, a date. The last date someone took me, he sold me to his ass-fucking friends. I hope this will be different,” I said and went to talk to Samantha about the cuffs.

When Samantha uncuffed Kyle from the bed, he walked up to me and asked, “Are you really going on a date with her?”

I responded, “What do you think? It will be a real girls' time out, and that's something that I would love."

“Hmmm!” he exhaled and then asked, “What will you be doing together?”

“What do you mean?” I inquired.

“Don’t get mad with me asking, but I want to know if you will be in her house or elsewhere exclusively?” he asked.

Knowing what Kyle was up to with his questions, I asked him, “What are you scared of? Samantha knows what I need, and she will go to any length to see me happy. If you are in doubt, you can be our guest."

“You don’t have to talk in that manner, Andrea. No matter what, you should still respect me as your husband."

“You think so? Where was my honor and respect from you as your wife? Don’t I deserve some respect, too? Excuse me,” I said and wanted to walk away, but he held my hand.

“Why?” I asked, staring at his hand on mine.

Kyle looked at the meeting of our hands and my unwelcoming face and let go of me. I returned to Samantha, and we waited for Kyle to leave for work before we set out.

The restaurant Samantha took me to was in a quiet neighborhood. I had seen the place, but I hadn't eaten there until that day. Samantha seemed to be a regular face. The servers ogled at her as we took a table. Then, a waitress showed up.

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