TITUS

Ellen left me here at home, and she may already be with Jonathan going out for dinner. If she decides where they are probably going to Dawson’s. I wish I knew where he lives, so I know when they’re going to arrive. Has he seen her yet? Why did I pick that outfit for her to wear?

I can't sit still. I’ve been pacing up and down, sitting for a few minutes, and then pacing again. He’s probably touching her tits. They used to be my tits, but not after tonight. She’s not mine after tonight. I should have paid attention, Titus, you could have stopped it in the beginning. At least, I think I could have. 

I never thought she was serious; I’m an idiot. I’m an oblivious idiot. God, now I'm going to be a cuckold, oblivious idiot.

Ellen

Did I kiss Titus before leaving? I’m not sure, but I should have. I have to pull over. I can’t drive; I’m trembling so much. 

Did I carry it off in front of Titus? I was sure he was interested. He seems to be oblivious so often. i still remember when he commented on how Rachal, Brian's wife, was screwing around, out of town. . Jonathan seemed convinced I knew what I was doing when I'd forced him to get me ready. I think I convinced Titus before I left; now I have to be convinced. I could tell this was something he wanted to happen, even though he didn’t realize it until I confronted him with it. 

I’m not cheating; he knows what I’m going to do, and he didn’t try to stop me. Did he? Well, not very hard.

I sat there, parked just a couple of blocks from home; trying to get my trembling to quit. 

Just relax, Ellen; yes, it’s going to change our marriage, but I'm convinced Titus wants it, but, God, I'm also sure he doesn't realize what the reality is going to be like. I want it and Jonathan wants me. I’m going to see him naked; he’s going to see me naked, hell; I’m practically naked right now. Anyone that sees us will know what’s going to happen. This is my chance to abandon my timid persona and adopt a proud, forceful one. I think eventually I'm going to make him—see it. I'm starting by using Jonathan's place, but later? Can I make Titus watch?

I’m realizing that everyone will know what’s going to happen tonight, and Titus picked this outfit for just that reason. He said he had. I'd picked it as an option because I was sure he'd want the sluttiest outfit. What if Jonathan wants to stay in? Hell, no, I want the entire experience; I want other people to see and know what we’re going to be doing later. 

I closed my eyes so I could savor the emotions I’m going to have at dinner: wicked, outrageous, and depraved. Back at his house, maybe they’ll be more aroused, aflame, and amorous. I've wanted it for so long, and I'm going to get it tonight.

My tremors had stopped, so I continued driving to Jonathan's. When I drove up, I'd seen him at the window, and Jonathan was already coming out of the house when I drove up.

When I got out of the car, I could feel the difference; my tits were hard, my pussy was leaking and all my doubts were gone. I was going to let him fuck me; I was going to cuckold Titus. Everyone at the restaurant is going to know he’s going to screw me when we leave. The feeling is awesome. It’s not just the screwing; it’s them knowing, everyone knowing, and it’s just making it hotter.

He stopped just before reaching me, “Ellen, that, um, dress, ah, outfit just screams, I want to fuck you. Um, are you sure you want to go out? I’d be willing to, god, maybe stay in?“

“No, we’re going to dinner; that’s part of what I want. I want people to see me and you and know that later we’re going to fuck. I want them to picture me with your cock in my mouth and you licking my clit."

He stepped closer and kissed me, and his hands slipped beneath the halter top and touched my nipples. I moaned, “Yes, that feels incredible, Jonathan, but we have to leave now.”

He opened the passenger door to his car, and I got in.

All my hesitation is gone. I can think about Titus, but the doubts I had earlier are all gone. Jonathan is taking me out, and when we get back, it’s going to be awesome. The instant I feel his cock slipping inside me, it’s going to feel incredible, and when he’s coming in me, it’s going to be even better. 

We walked into The Firehouse Restaurant, and I saw a lot of the other diners looking over at us. I wasn’t walking with a strut, exactly, but I was confident, a little defiant, and my tits prominent. Anyone seeing us knew we were going to fuck later tonight. 

This is why I’m here with Jonathan; I’ve always been a ‘Goode Gyrl’, calm, and passive; it’s not that I don’t love Titus, but he’s always been the safe choice. I’ve never felt this kind of exhilaration before.

I sat at the table across from Jonathan, holding his hand. I was feeling the change happening from being invisible to the center of attention. “Jonathan, I feel like I’m breaking out of my cocoon. God, I feel like I'm a butterfly.“

I gave him a smile that expressed my appreciation for what he was giving me. An entirely different recognition of myself that I’d never achieved before. “Let’s enjoy our dinner as much as we’re going to enjoy our time; back at your house.” I said, “I am going to enjoy both our dinner and our time later.”

We ordered dinner and talked about everything except what we were going to do at his house. Sports and the Giants, weather and the drought. And the latest scandal between Mayor Mike Meadows and Ivory Hayes, one of his richest friends wives. They were caught doing exactly what Jonathan and I are planning on doing. Talking about that was hysterical to me, considering what we planned to do later.

When we left, I was basking in the attention we were getting; there wasn’t any room in my mind to think about Titus. We walked to his car, and when he opened my car door, 

It’s starting now, and when I get home, I won't be just a Goode Gyrl. Jonathan, kiss me here, please. Can you unfasten my top? 

He stopped me from sitting down; I was standing by the passenger door. and he looked at me, and then he leaned over and kissed me; It was so passionate, I felt it in my toes. “Jonathan, Jonathan …” I whispered. He slowly reached behind me, untied the bow, and released the straps, my breasts were completely exposed. There were people in the lot, and they all could see me.

The tension between what I wanted and what he was doing to me by exposing my breasts in an almost public place. There are people in the lot seeing what he’s doing. I wanted people to see, but I’ve never done this. I could feel a feral sense of liberation that was electrifying. 

I pressed my breasts against him and kissed him back. 

I was confused; I’d never felt this way before. This arousal was new.

He caressed my breasts, my tits, lingering on my nipples. “Ellen, let’s get to my place where we can finish this.” He helped me sit down and closed the door. But just before the door closed, I thought I heard some applause. 

I don’t remember anything on the drive back to his house until we were on the driveway. I remember him kissing my breasts and then covering them with my top and guiding me inside. 

Inside, my dress slid off, and I was completely naked in the hall, and he was removing his trousers, and then he pressed me against the door, and his cock impaled me. There’s no other word; his trousers were on the floor and his cock was completely inside my pussy, impaling me. We were kissing, and one hand was on my tit and the other holding me up. Then he tensed and bit my lip, and I felt him release his cum warm, wet, and inside me; it was a wonderful feeling. He'd just fucked me right by the front door. This is what I'd wanted.

I felt it oozing out and down my thigh. “Oh, Jonathan, you needed that, didn’t you?” I picked up my dress, and he led me to the bathroom. 

Ellen, you did it. Jonathan fucked you; he came inside you, but you haven’t climaxed, yet, have you? 

I cleaned myself; he was waiting for me, and he led me to his bedroom, where we cuddled for a bit.

There’s one more step to finish before I go home. I have to come with Jonathan's cock in me.

We were cuddling, and Jonathan’s cock got a second erection. 

“You’ve got to get me off before I go home. You came; now it’s my turn. God, you can do that once more at least, can’t you?” I moved so he could lick me. 

It took a while, but I could finally feel my climax get close. “Ok now, Jonathan, your cock. I need to come with your cock in me, or it doesn’t count.”

I came, and Jonathan followed with a half-assed ejaculation. 

This was supposed to be my best fuck ever? Well, it was different, but better? Everything was almost perfect, except for the very end.. Yes, I'm going to do it again, but with Jonathan?

We lay there together for a while until I kissed him, got up, and dressed. 

At home, I drove into the garage, closed the garage door, and thought before coming in. inside. Titus was waiting in the living room with a table light lit. He was naked with his erection showing, and he didn’t say a word. He stood up and ripped the dress off me, pushed me over the couch arm, and fucked me. Not a word was spoken the entire time until I screamed his name when I came, and when he came, all he said was, "ELLEN.” 

When he finished coming, he led me to bed, and we lay there spooning until we fell asleep. Not a word spoken, Titus made coming home memorable.

In the morning I was rating the whole thing; dinner and early date with Jonathan; B or maybe B+, end of date; C; my return home to Titus; A or likely A+. Can I build on this? God yes.