Chapter 92

We’d eaten and run the next day when Carl was knocking on my door once more. Conor let him in, because Brigitte was licking my pussy. I was seated in a chair with my legs over the arms on either side, with Brigitte on her knees in front of me. We didn’t bother stopping because Carl was there. Conor was naked and erect, waiting for his turn.

Since my mouth was not otherwise occupied, I asked Carl what he wanted.

“Is there something wrong with me,” Carl asked.

“You read what Brigitte sent you. Did you test out as a cuckold?” I asked.

“Yes.” Carl groaned. I suspected he was trying to get an erection, and knowing that his cock was now locked up, couldn’t.

“Then you know it’s a fairly common fetish, Carl. Not that different from a large percentage of the rest of the male population. If there’s anything to numbers of practitioners, cuckolds are more common than gays.”

“I..I..I sucked Tony’s cock last night.”

“We heard,” I said, moaning because Bri