by Lexi Voss
Husband’s Request
Lexi Voss
This day began like almost every other day. I found myself in the kitchen cleaning the breakfast dishes, listening to the radio. I like to sing along, when certain songs grab my attention. I looked out the window at the flowers and thought about the work my husband so tirelessly put into these beautiful plants. He always told me that he wanted me to have flowers every day and that this was his way of assuring that I had them. The thought of this made me smile. I sometimes felt sad for people I met that were dissatisfied with their relationships. I was loved, truly loved by another human being. I was loved by a man so completely that I never wondered what love was, I didn't need to, I had it.
I was clearing the table when I noticed an envelope in the center next to the napkin holder. I smiled and picked it up. It was not the first of these that had been left in that exact spot over the years, so I wasn't surprised. After holding it a few moments, imagining what wonderful revelations it might offer me, I opened the seal and removed a thick handwritten letter.
I sat down in the dining room chair at the table, reached for my reading glasses and put them on. I could almost feel his presence as I began to read his words. Within moments of beginning the letter, I knew that my world as I knew it was about to change. He wrote:
Dear Baby Girl
When I fell in love with you so many years ago, I could not have imagined that twenty years later it would be possible to love you more. I looked at you then and you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I look at you now and you are even more beautiful to me.
You have always been my best friend. When I had no one else I could turn to, you were the one person I knew I could count on. I never had to worry about an argument, because, I knew that if I needed to be right, you would usually just let me be the victor. It seemed that winning for you was just doing whatever you needed to do to make me happy. I thank you for all those times when you put me first at your expense.
You have always trusted me without question and sweetheart I hope and I believe that I have earned and deserved that respect. I am writing you today about something that may change the course of our lives. It may make you feel much differently about me. I thought very seriously about this risk before I decided to write this. After considering everything a great deal, I decided that we have always been open and honest with each other. I knew that you always respected me even when we disagreed, armed with these assurances, I have decided to share something that I have discovered about myself, believing that you will continue to love and respect me as much as you have throughout the years.
Last month when I made that business trip to Louisiana, I stayed a couple of days with Mike and Sonja. After dinner, Mike and I were in the den watching the news and catching up with each other's lives. Sonja came in to join us. She seemed to have been getting ready for bed. Her hair was down over her shoulders and she was wearing a beautiful white silk robe. I could smell the scent of her perfume from where I was sitting and baby, it made me miss you so much I thought I couldn't stand it.
She went to Mike's side and leaned down to kiss him. I watched intently. I was so captivated by her and the way she seemed to be unaware or unconcerned by my presence amazed me. After she kissed Mike passionately on the mouth, she straddled his lap and sat on him, placing her arms around his neck and pulling herself close into him, nuzzling her face deep down into his neck and kissing him with great detail. I could not turn away. I felt as if I should leave the room, respect their privacy. I began to get up from my chair to make a quiet exit. Then the most surprising thing happened. Sonja turned to me and asked me to stay. Mike looked at me so earnestly and confirmed her request by asking me to please just sit for a while. I wanted to leave but, baby girl, I wanted to stay. I felt so confused. I felt excited but also guilty. Somehow, it felt wrong, like I was in some way being unfaithful to you. I realized more than anything at that moment that I wanted you to be there by my side. Then, I realized something even more confusing. I wanted to be sitting in that chair watching you with Mike instead of Sonja. The stray thought jolted me; I was torn apart. I just continued to watch them.
Mike began to remove Sonja's robe. She was so beautiful. Her skin so dark and her dark hair falling midway down her back. Mike took her breasts, pulled them to his mouth and began to lick them and suckle them. Her face took on a glow. She looked angelic as she glanced my way with her beautiful, full lips parted. Her sighs were incredibly sensual. I just saw you though. I saw your face and your lips. I saw you staring at me while Mike continued his exploration of her. I was thinking how much I would love to see you in her place as I sat in that chair watching.
Sonja slowly stood up and then knelt to her knees. She helped Mike remove his shorts. I saw his erect cock and I thought of you and what you would do next if you were the one on your knees. I've thought about your soft warm mouth on my cock so many times over the years and I had this yearning to see Mike's face as if it were you that was about to take his cock into your mouth and his balls into your soft gentle hands. All I could envision was you. I watched what was happening with Sonja, but it was you I saw. I have never wanted you as much as I did right then. The odd thing was, I wanted you to make love with me by pleasing this other man. I know, baby girl, that this probably does not make sense to you. I know that at this moment you probably could not be more confused.
Sonja took Mike's cock into her mouth and began to slide her lips up and down the shaft. Every once in a while, I could get a glimpse of her tongue licking the opening on the head, then back to sliding and sucking. I heard a moan. I was embarrassed to realize that it came out of my mouth. I was so aroused by this scene that I actually moaned aloud just at the sight of Sonja sucking Mike's cock. I really felt her mouth on my own cock. I felt the warmth and the teasing of her tongue. I could feel a fire in my own groin even though I was receiving nothing in the way of physical stimulation. The entire experience was developing in my head. I cannot explain it. It was so much more intense than watching porn or reading erotica to each other the way we have in the past. As hard as this will be for you to comprehend, I ached for this woman to be you, for me to be watching you giving Mike the pleasures that Sonja was bestowing on him. I did not perceive it as you with another man; I saw it as me being able to experience what you have always given me but in a new and excitingly different way.
I saw Mike sink back into the sofa and his head fell back. His mouth opened and he groaned loudly. Sonja's head disappeared deep into his groin and was hidden by the cascades of hair falling around her shoulders. Mike arched his back, his entire body stiffened, and then his hips thrust upward meeting Sonja's hidden face. I saw his body relax once again. I knew that he must have cum while Sonja sucked his cock, until she took all of his cum. I was just unable to move or breathe for moments. All I could think of was you, my beautiful wife, sucking his hot cum up from his balls, through his stiff cock, over your tongue, and swallowing all of it into your belly.
After a short time, Mike helped Sonja to the sofa and she lay back upon the pillows. She looked so beautiful. She was looking at him in the same way you have so often looked at me. I could see the anticipation on her face; the want in her eyes. Mike pushed her shins upward so that her knees were bent. Then he buried his head between her legs, burrowing deeply into her until I could tell by the look on her face he was fully engaged with her pussy. Her chest rose completely off the sofa, causing her breasts to spread wide apart and reach for the ceiling. Her nipples were so tight and erect I could see them from across the room. I thought of your breasts - I could taste them
- I could smell the soft scent of lavender that you always wear just beneath your breasts - I could detect the complex taste of your skin as I nuzzle your spongy mounds, lick your areolae, and suck their erect nipples. As Mike continued to ravish her pussy, I heard her moan but it was that beautiful sound that you and only you make that penetrated my ears. I don't believe that until this night, I ever took the time to step back from our own passion to really think about and appreciate how beautiful you are and how wonderfully your mind and your body respond to my touch. I knew in this moment that I must be the luckiest man that has ever lived.
As I watched Sonja push her hips and buttocks hard into Mike's face and heard her practically scream out his name, I knew that she had cum. Mike knew his wife the way we know each other and he took her exactly where she wanted and needed to go.
Mike raised his head, smiled at her and then he took her legs and rested them on his shoulders. He raised himself up and I saw that his cock was once again erect. He moved in toward her and she lifted her hips, raising her butt to meet his enlarged balls. He entered her pussy and they both began to thrust steadily against each other as if slow dancing. They had a perfect rhythm. The sounds that were coming from each of them seemed like affirmations to each other that what they were doing for each other was exactly what each of them needed. It seemed like I watched this forever, but I am sure it was only minutes. They suddenly thrust hard into each other and I could see the muscles in Mike's arms tense as he pulled her into his body one last time and held her there. Sonja seemed to quiver from her waist to her legs, then exhibited slight spasms which caused the muscles and sinews in her body to tense and show every contour of her feminine form. As I was watching this I suddenly realized that I had produced a warm wetness beneath my slacks. I cannot ever remember having an orgasm without realizing that it was about to happen. The mind-blowing experience was so powerful that I did not even realize what was happening to my own body. As Sonja eased herself back to the sofa to rest, Mike placed himself on top of her and held her. He kissed her, brushed her hair back from her face so gently, and gazed upon the exquisite creature he called ‘wife'. I quietly left the room. I was completely mesmerized.
I barely slept that night. All of the feelings and the memories of everything that happened just hours before cascaded through my mind. I was so conflicted about how to tell you of this. I woke up early, gathered my things and slipped away before the two of them knew I was up. I felt awkward and wanted to avoid contact with them if possible. I came home and tried to put it out of my mind, but I have been unsuccessful at this. I am constantly going back to that night in my head. I still think about how much it excited me to think of watching you with Mike. I am so sorry if this is something that will make you think less of me. I promise you that I cannot stand the thought of sharing you with another man. At the same time, it excites me in a way I have never known to think of you doing the things you do for me and me being able to view them as I did that night with Mike and Sonja.
Mike called me last night. He talked with me some about what happened. Mike and Sonja have invited us to their cabin in Louisiana tomorrow to spend the night. He said they would like to get to know us better and in a new and different way. He promised me there would be no pressure to engage in anything that we felt unsure or uncomfortable with. He assured me that it would never affect our friendship.
Baby Girl, I have thought this over so intently. I would like for us to go. I made a promise to you all those years ago that I would protect you from anyone or anything that would ever hurt you or cause you pain. I make that promise to you once again in this letter. If you agree to go with me tomorrow, if at any time you need to stop or leave, if you feel threatened in any way, I will wrap my arms around you and take you away from it right then, with no questions asked.
Please think this over, but do what your heart tells you. When I get home this evening, if the bags are packed and by the door, I will know you have decided to take the trip. If not, I will know that this is something you just cannot do. I will understand your decision and please know that I could never feel disappointed in you for whichever decision you make. I feel so lucky and so in love with you for just being the kind of woman I knew I could tell about this incident and my honest feelings.
I do love you so much more than you could possibly ever realize. You are the best part of my life and nothing is ever worth risking what I have with you.
My Love Always,
Erik
I sat quietly trying to understand what I had just read. I slowly folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope, laying it gently on the table in front of me. I sat there staring at this letter like it would somehow explain these things to me. Like it would answer all my questions. I wondered if I should read it again; maybe there would be some clarification about what my husband was asking of me. This was something so unexpected that I could not even begin to wrap my head around the concept of me with another man. It seemed so foreign to me. I was in shock.
While sitting in my chair trying to grasp the situation I had a sudden realization that it did not seem to matter what my mind was thinking, my body had already reacted to the letter. I realized that my nipples were completely erect and aching. My pussy was drenched and my panties were so wet they were soaked. I was on fire between my legs and down my thighs. I wanted Erik to come in right now and relieve my arousal as only he knew how to do. I could feel his warm breath on my breasts. His kisses were deep and powerful. I wanted his cock inside me as he whispered, "I've got you, Baby Girl, you're mine." I wanted him to cum so hard in me that his entire body would grow rigid and vibrate. I imagined that he would finish his orgasm, hold me tight, and then start all over again. He would lick every inch of me, ending up with his face between my legs, biting the inside of my thighs, licking my pussy until my clit popped up to meet him. I knew he would take my clit between his teeth and gently bite while he alternated delving his tongue deep inside my pussy until he made my body do what he wanted it to do. I wanted to see him emerge from between my thighs with his face all wet with my cum and a huge grin on his face.
As I realized what I was thinking I wondered what brought these feelings to life in me. Was it the description of Mike and Sonja that Erik put in his letter, or was it the intrigue of the possibility of having sex with Mike while Erik watched? I started to understand what Erik must have felt the night he watched while Mike and Sonja made love in front of him. He did not put himself in that situation trying to seek new thrills that I had not or was unwilling to give him. He found himself experiencing something new and it excited and aroused him beyond his control. He could not restrain his physical reaction any more than I seemed to be able to. I stood, picked up the letter and made my way to our bedroom to pack our things for the weekend. I had made my decision. The bags would be at the door when Erik arrived. He would have his answer, and I would never look back and question this decision. I trusted him and I loved him. I truly wanted to do this for him.
I was in bed about half asleep when I heard the front door close. Erik was just coming in after working out of town all day. I knew he would see the bags I packed by the door. I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered if he had second thoughts about leaving me the letter and if he spent his day worried about what he would find when he came through the door. I heard the refrigerator door open and close. Shortly after that the bedroom door opened. I lay in the dark listening for the familiar sounds of him undressing and getting ready for bed. I did not hear these sounds. Instead, I felt his presence and opened my eyes to find him standing over me looking down. Under the soft glow of the night lights he appeared so serene. His face was so kind and so gentle. He smiled when I opened my eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers down the sides of my cheeks. He whispered to me, "I love you so much." I slid over in the bed and patted the mattress, inviting him in. He undressed quickly and made his way into the bed and into my arms.
I held him so close then turned my head u
pward to find his lips waiting for me to meet them with mine. I kissed him with all the passion I held in me. It was one of those kisses that I get lost in; the kind where time completely stops and everything that is me becomes him. I no longer knew where I ended and he began. I think that these kisses are reserved for people who have that special partner - The one who knows them so completely that their lips meet and have a silent conversation by touching each other. I felt his tongue in my mouth and my tongue greeted it enthusiastically, softly and tenderly. The kisses became harder and hotter. He pulled me into him tightly. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my abdomen. I reached down and held it, feeling the pulsating hardness in my hands. I wanted to guide it between my legs and place it in the opening of my pussy giving him the encouragement to push it inside of me so I could feel the emptiness inside of me replaced by the fullness of his body. I did not need to help him; he read my mind and rolled his body over on top of me. He was so beautiful this way. He sat up on top of me straddling my pelvis. He took both hands and began to caress my body beginning at my shoulders. I saw the huge hands move across my breasts. I felt so small and so vulnerable yet so incredibly safe and secure with this man on top of me, exploring me with his strong hands.
He massaged each breast, stopping at each nipple to play with them until they were so very taut. Then he placed his head between them and rested there. I could feel his warm breath on my chest and hear the sound of his breathing. I ran my hand gently through his hair and pulled his face gently to my breast, indicating it was time for him to place his mouth on the nipple that was begging for his attention. He began to suck it so gently and then to tease it with his tongue. He then moved to the other side and again was sucking and teasing with the breast that awaited him.