Make Sure You Deserve Me Pt. 03

Part three of a series of our adventures. I did not write for a few years but Fieke is always in my mind. I would recommend to read part 1 and 2 first.

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At breakfast Ellen looked at me with jealousy in her eyes. It was the morning after the nightly adventure with Fieke. In her eyes I saw she knew what happened while she pretended to be asleep.

I suggested Fieke to visit the shore next weekend. Ellen answered at my invitation, amused, "No she can't, Fieke has to go to Corné next week."

Fiekes face turned red. Clearly Ellen told me something I wasn't supposed to know. Ellen continued maliciously, "Oh, did she not tell you, I'm sorry, just forget about it."

Fieke now became even more red, with anger, and I tried to save the situation by acting I knew all about this Corné guy and suggested to head to the beach a week later. The rest of the morning passed by uneventful.

A few hours later Fieke walked in my room. "I owe you something I promised tonight," she said.

"Explanation or sex," I asked.

"Both, but sex first."

We undressed and in no time she stood before me, bowed and made clear she was ready to get fucked doggy style. Her wet cunt was open, inviting and ready. Without any foreplay I slid into her creamy pussy and started fucking her from behind. I held her hips tight and concentrated on pushing my cock in and out, in and out, slowly pulling her towards me. Within minutes I deposited my load deep inside her. Moments later she told me about Corné.

"I will tell you everything," she said. "But do not interrupt me. Afterwards you can ask me questions and If you don't like the answers I'll respect that and never bother you again.

"You know I come from a traditional family. One where the men are at the head of the family and the woman serve the men. I never fitted in. My teacher recognized my autonomy and demanded from my father that I be allowed to continue studying. Father was not happy about it but did not dare to stand up to the principal of the school. Slowly I outgrew my family until they tried to force me to marry. With Corné. I refused as I wanted to study."

Fieke looked dejectedly at the duvet, her hands now squeezed it so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

"Except Ellen I never told anyone you and I met. My family would never accept it and thus it would have ended my studies. But truth is I am engaged to Corné. He is my fiancé, the man my father expects me to marry."

I tried to say something but she made clear I was not allowed to speak yet.

"Corné is a good man, old-fashioned and solid. He is loyal and has been waiting for our marriage since I was fifteen. Of all the men in the neighbourhood he was the least bad. Moreover, he was the one who convinced my father to postpone our marriage until after my studies. He supported me in moving out of my parents house to prevent the daily travel to Amsterdam. He is dominant but also a very trusting man."

She took my hand in hers as she continued.

"When I fell in love with you, Freek, I knew the only option was to not tell Corné. I had seen what my family had done to Ellen when she came out as a lesbian. By keeping Corné I would avoid trouble. And I really didn't mind. I saw Corné once a month and he stayed away from me fairly well. He didn't ask for sex and I taught him to kiss the way I like it. The way you learned me.

"After I realised you are my real love I couldn't go back and tell you about Corné. I was afraid you would not approve. So I started my double life. Here in Amsterdam with you, the life I want with the man I love. At home the life based on fear for my father and misplaced loyalty to Corné. Ellen told me several times that I should not keep secrets from you and I'd better tell you everything. But I was afraid to lose you."

We remained quiet for a few moments. I saw Fieke trembling. "I understand if you can't accept this." she said. "Today I wanted you to fuck me first, to make up for all this in case you decide to leave me now."

I responded immediately. "Why should I leave you when you are this honest to me?" I asked.

"I was not really honest with you before."

"So what, what matters to me is that you love me, that I'm your man. We'll cope with this situation. Why not just tell Corné what you told me today. Maybe he has something to hide as well."

Fieke thought for a moment and confirmed. "That is what I'll do."

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A week later I waited for Fieke at the Central Station. I had promised to meet her at the platform as she would return from her weekeind with her family and with Corné. I walked the platform, on edge, as I arrived way to early. Would she be there, how did it go, does she still chooses me?

Finally the train arrived and Fieke stepped out of the yellow train, straight in my arms. "My man," were the first words she said as she pressed herself against me. "We need to talk," came next.

At home we settled on my bed, pillows at our backs, duvets covering our legs. We each had a large glass of hot tea in our hand.

"How did it go?" I began.

"Different from what I thought, I hope you will not be angry," she answered.

"I promise I won't."

"Corné came to my parents house on Saturday morning, to take me out shopping in a nearby town and after that to have lunch toegether. During that lunch I asked him if he really loved me, or if the situation just suited him.

"He was surprised and turned the question around asking if I was in love with him. I said yes, but not the way he thought. Then I told him about your existence, how you came to be my man while he was just sweet and handy.

"He looked so sad that I sat down next to him and kissed him. He kissed me back and," Fieke hesitated for a moment, "It felt so good. He asked if I would be his girlfriend for this last weekend together.

"It felt so good Freek," Fieke said, "I just wanted to give him what he deserved."

"Sex?" I asked.

"Sex," Fieke affirmed.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my stomach tight. Fieke caressed me.

"Do you mind," she asked.

"Yes, no, I don't know," I answered, "I find it exciting too."

"We talked about you during lunch," Fieke said. "He wanted to know who you are, and how we met. And if we had kissed. When I confirmed he angrily slammed his fist on the table shouting he had been waiting for me all these years."

Fieke looked at me worriedly before she continued her story.

"I told Corné that he shouldn't argue this last weekend together, but instead he should be happy. And then I kissed him again. I felt his hands on my back, my buttocks, as if he was taking more liberty now that he knew it would be over on Sunday afternoon. His touch did something to me and I decided to take it a step further. I suggested going to his house and reward him for all that waiting. I doubted whether I would give him a blowjob, or if jerking off would be enough."

Fieke took a sip of her tea. "You're still my man, aren't you?" she asked uncertainly.

"I'm your man," I confirmed, pulling the duvet over my lap hiding my hard-on.

"When we got to his house," Fieke continued, "I told him to hold me. I gave him permission to feel me. And I asked him what he would like most. He said he wanted to see me naked, to know if my body was how he had imagined it for all that time.

"I told him to undress me and unbuttoned my blouse for him. He stood behind me while feeling my breasts. He took off my blouse and unbuckled my skirt, which fell to the floor. When I turned to him I saw the large bulge in his pants. I sank to my knees and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out. It was beautiful and about to cum, some of his semen was already dripping out. I looked up to his eyes and in one go I took his member in my mouth. Corné's eyes widened as my mouth went up and down his cock. Within a minute my mouth flooded with his semen. Five years of his pent-up desire straight into my mouth."

Fieke and I were still sitting next to each other on the bed. Our tea was finished. She saw that I too had a bulge in my pants.

"Poor darling," she laughed, "Is it fifty hours of desire waiting there for me? I wasn't finished with the story yet, there is more to tell you!"

Fieke opened my fly and gently squeezed my stiff cock. She held it while she started telling the rest of her story.

"When Corné had recovered, he asked if I had done this to you too. And, with a wink, if I could teach him more of this the next day. I had to go back to my parents place but promised him to return tomorrow morning. I told my parents I had to leave early for Amsterdam on Sunday what gave me a few hours extra with Corné.

"That next morning I crawled into the bed of Corné. I had masturbated the night before, thinking about you and him alternately. I was still completely excited. Corné asked if I should not save myself for marriage. Instead of answering I sat nyself on his dick. Then I told him I did this with you also. He came straight away and to keep him calm I had to reassure him that he would get a second chance in fifteen minutes."

"Do you mind that I made love to him?" Fieke asked.

"No, actually it was really exciting," I answered. "Does he have a bigger dick than me?" I asked.

"His dick is less thick and a bit longer," Fieke said, "nice but not nicer, actually I love them both."

And then she continued her story.

"After fifteen minutes of kissing his dick was rock hard again. He wanted on top so we fucked missionary. We kissed, fucked and his cock felt really good, deep inside me. I was so horny. I told him staying a virgin until marriage is a waste of time and he should practice well before commiting himself to marriage."

Fieke looked at me. "Marriage with another woman, not me, as you are my man."

She then continued. "After a while Corné could not hold out much longer. To give him an unforgettable goodbye I pushed him off me and got on all fours in front of him, asking him to take me from behind. As he pushed in I almost fell of the bed while he shot his load deep inside me. It was so intimate, we were so connected, it was special. After it was done I grabbed my clothes, blew him a kiss and said that it was officialy over now between us. He started to cry and said that he respected my decision."

"You did not orgasm with him?" I asked her.

"No, I kept that for you," Fieke said.

"Let me undress you," I said. "I want to suck your pussy, to taste you and him and make you cum."

"Only if you fuck me afterwards."