Our Dirty Secret (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  He points to his chest. “Me? You’ve been telling your husband about me?”

  I can see a slight panic in his eyes.

  “Yeah, but all he wants to know—and I want to know—is if you’re smooth enough to get me to leave with you tonight.”

  “Wow,” he says, taking a long drink out of his bottle of beer. “I don’t know. I’ve been propositioned like this before.”

  “Yeah? I bet,” I say skeptically.

  This guy’s so full of shit, but I don’t care because I’ve got enough tequila in me that nothing bothers me, plus he’s cute.

  When you’re drunk, stunt dick is much more fun, and you’re not nearly as picky.

  “I have, but it was the opposite of what’s going on right now. The husband approached me and told me that his wife wanted to fuck me.”

  I’ve read about these type of situations happening and never could understand why the couple would think it’s a good idea to have a man hit on another man. It has to be weird.

  I mean, what do you do after your husband flirts for you? Wait for the potential fuck buddy to come over and hope he flirts with you because you’re too lame to get your dick, so your husband did it for you?

  Where’s the fun in that? There’s no flirting; there’s no cat and mouse. It’s just your husband doing your bidding for you. There’s nothing hot or sexy about that, and most likely, your husband probably paid the dude to do you.

  “What’d you say?” I ask.

  “I thought about it but said no. It was just too crazy. I mean, I’m all for having fun, but the husband was talking to me while the wife just stared from across the room. It was too awkward.”

  I nod in agreement.

  My thoughts exactly.

  “Well, I’m a big girl. I do my own talking, and I know what I like when I see it,” I say, seductively scanning his body with my eyes. “So what would you say to a girl like me? Would you turn me down?”

  He pauses for a second.

  “I don’t know; I’ll have to think about it. I thought you were single this whole time, but now that I am aware you’re not, I’m a little paranoid. Where’s your husband at now?” he looks around the bar, making me laugh.

  “He’s not here, silly.” I wave my hand through the air like my husband coming to the bar is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. “We’ve got kids, so he’s at home with them.”

  “I see,” he takes a drink of his beer. “So your husband is at home with the kids while you go out and flirt with other guys?”

  “Yep, that’s right.”

  “Well, I don’t know about this. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a cutie, but I’m not sure about your situation.”

  Pulling out my phone, I text Brett a new update.

  C: Looks like he’s going to back out. He saw the ring, and now he’s getting cold feet. ☹️ I’ll probably be home soon.

  B: That sucks. Let me know when you leave. I’ll wait up for you.

  “Let me ask you a question,” Arden says. “I usually stop in town and stay over on Wednesday’s and Sunday’s. What would your husband say if I got a hotel room one night and asked you to come see me?”

  “Honestly?” I lean back and square up my shoulders. “He’d probably tell me to have fun.”

  “Really? So your husband would let you meet me in my hotel room? And what? Watch the kids again?”

  I nod, “Mhmm. I’m pretty sure, and I understand if you need time to think about this.”

  I’m listening to myself talk, and I sound so casual like I’m negotiating a business deal and it we’re discussing the cost of bicycles or something.

  “What are you drinking?” he nods at my cup.

  “You buying?” I ask, and he nods. “How about a shot? Tequila.”

  “Damn, girl. You drink straight tequila?”

  “Yeah, I love tequila.”

  He motions the bartender over and orders my shot along with another beer for himself.

  “My husband gets off on this. You can look at my text messages to see that I’m not lying about this,” I offer him my phone.

  While he’s busy going through my most recent messages with Brett, I pick up the salt and lime to do my tequila shot.

  “See?” I ask, licking my hand and sprinkling some salt onto my skin. “I wasn’t lying, he knows everything, and he gets off on it.”

  I maintain eye contact with Arden as I lick the salt off my hand and throw back the shot of tequila before I bite the lime.

  “Woah!” I shake my head as the warm liquor makes its way down my throat and into my belly. “I think that might have been the shot that did it,” I tease.

  He takes a drink from his beer.

  “You ever have moonshine?” he asks me.

  “No, never.”

  “I’ve got some out in my truck. How about I finish this beer and then we go out there, and you can try it?”

  “I don’t know about that, Arden. I’m pretty lit as it is, the moonshine might kick this buzz into a whole new level of drunkenness.”

  He chugs the rest of his beer and leaves a few bills on the counter for the barkeeps that served him all night.

  “Come on, let’s go,” he says to me.

  I make my way past Ray and smile at him as I follow Arden out of the bar.

  Chapter 12

  Once we’re in the parking lot, he leads me out to his white pickup truck and opens the door for me, moving a few things from the front seat to the backseat.

  “Sorry, my truck is messy. I don’t usually have passengers.”

  “No problem. I’ve got kids, so I know all about messes.”

  I hop in and shut the door while he walks around the front of the truck and gets into the driver's seat.

  “Here,” he reaches into his armrest and pulls out a silver whiskey flask. “Try this moonshine.”

  “What the fuck? You just have a flask of it in your truck? Are you an alcoholic?” I tease him.

  “No,” he laughs. “A friend of mine makes it. White lightning. Go on and try it.”

  I take a whiff of what’s in the flask.

  “Whew! That shit smells strooong. Are you sure this stuff won’t kill me?”

  He grabs it from me and takes a swig.

  “Ahhhhh!” he shakes his head. “Good stuff.”

  His face contorts as he rubs his chest to help ease the burning that is no doubt ripping through him.

  “I don’t know about this, Arden.”

  I’m scared to drink it. It smells awful, and I watched his reaction to drinking it, and it wasn’t positive.

  “Go on,” he pushes it into my hand.

  I put it to my lips and take a quick, small swig, gulping it down as fast as I can in hopes that much of it doesn’t touch the inside of my mouth.

  It burns like hell and is at least a dozen times worse than tequila.

  “Oh fuck! Shit!”

  I’m shaking my head and rubbing my chest as he laughs at me.

  “That shit’s fucked up, Arden! I don’t know if you still want to fuck me now. I’m sure that shit put hair on my chest,” I say as I pull down the front of my blouse for him to ‘check.'

  His lust-filled eyes go straight to my tits, and I can tell that this is going to happen.

  I lean in close to his face, and when he doesn’t back away, I continue until our lips are pressed together and start kissing him.

  While our tongues are frantically exploring each other’s mouths, I reach between his legs and start rubbing his crotch. It doesn’t take, but a few strokes and he starts becoming erect.

  “Oh, Miss Cathy,” he says when we finally pull apart. “I don’t have a room to take you to. Where were you last Sunday when I was in town?”

  “Probably home with my kids,” I shrug and smile at him.

  “Is it okay if I take you to my semi?”

  “Let’s go,” I smile at him. “I’ll text my husband to let him know.”

  C: We’re leaving the bar now.

  B: Wher
e are you going?

  C: To fuck, hopefully.

  The rain is starting to fall again as Arden drives us to his semi truck while I text Brett to let him know things are finally going to happen tonight.

  He pulls into a large gravel lot with many semi’s parked for the night and parks next to his.

  “After you,” he says, opening the semi truck door for me.

  “Wow,” I say. “So this is what the inside of a semi looks like. Pretty neat back here,” I plop down on his bed.

  I make no waste of time as I begin undressing and he does the same.

  “Lay down, Cathy,” he says. “Let me taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Lying back on his bed, I’m surprised by how much room there is back here. I can see how they’re able to sleep at night.

  Arden kneels down next to the bed and maneuvers his way between my legs and begins going to town on my pussy.

  It feels good, so good. But it also feels…odd, strange, wrong, exciting and right all at the same time.

  It’s so different to have another man between my legs, but he’s doing a fantastic job. I know it’s not true, but it feels like it’s been forever since another man has tasted me or been in my pants.

  “How about you come up here,” I say. “Let me feel you.”

  “All right,” he says. “I can do that.”

  While he’s busy taking off his clothes, I remember Brett.

  “Hey, can I take some pics or video of us? My husband said that was one of the things he wanted me to do if I went out tonight. I won’t get your face in it. I promise.”

  “Yeah, go ahead,” he says as he starts to put on his condom. “It’s fine with me.”

  Leaning over the side of the bed, I grab my phone and unlock it so I can snap a picture.

  Brett’s going to love this.

  I send him a picture showing my legs spread wide apart with Arden kneeling between them as he rolls on his condom.

  Instead of putting my phone away, I pull up the video camera option and begin recording him as he grabs the base of his cock and lines it up with my hole.

  Within seconds, I’m filming the first time he enters me. His big black cock glides right into my soaking wet pussy, and he’s putting on a magnificent show for the camera.

  Taking his time, he slowly pushes his entire length all the way inside of me and holds it there for just a second before backing almost all the way out. But he stops just as he gets to the tip and shoves it back inside me.

  After a few more long, slow, deliberate thrusts for the camera, the real fucking begins, forcing me to stop filming.

  And he’s good.

  Real good.

  But there’s one problem.

  I can’t stop thinking about how much better it would be with Brett here, watching it all unfold firsthand. And how much better it could be with him in my mouth while I let Arden fuck me however he wants.

  Switching up positions, Arden stops doing me missionary style and sits up, kneeling between my legs as he throws my tiny feet on top of his shoulders.

  “Damn, Cathy,” he says as he plunges back inside of me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Smiling up at him, I raise my hips so that they’re more level with his hips.

  “Thanks, my husband always says the same thing, too. I guess I’m small down there,” I giggle.

  “That’s not a bad problem to have,” he says as he picks up his pace. “Not. At. All.”

  His thrust matches his words as he hammers himself inside of me and it feels so fucking good.

  There’s something very empowering and sexually satisfying about having a complete stranger fuck my pussy for my husband’s pleasure.

  As much as I’m enjoying feeling Arden’s length fill me and fuck me, I want more.

  “Harder,” I say to him. “Fuck me harder, please.”

  I don’t have to ask him twice; he spreads my legs as far as they’ll go so he’s back in missionary position and starts driving himself deeper inside me as hard as he can.

  My tits are bouncing with all their might as he fucks my body, pushing me up the mattress little by little.

  “Oh, yeah,” I moan. “Fuck! Fuck me harder,” I beg him.

  I don’t know why I want it so rough, but I need it rough. I want him to fuck the absolute shit out of me, so I go home with a well-fucked pussy for my husband.

  Brett would probably nut if he were here right now watching Arden fuck me like this. He wouldn’t last long at all, and I can’t wait to get home to tell him every dirty detail.

  Looking into Arden’s eyes, I can see that he’s about to cum, so I raise my hips off the bed and begin fucking him back, meeting each and every thrust.

  Somehow he gets even deeper inside of me in this position—something I didn’t think was possible because I was already filled to the brim—and it feels fucking fantastic.

  Sweating and grunting, he begins to go faster than I can keep up with as he finishes inside of me.

  “Whew,” he says wiping his brow. “That was some good stuff. I don’t know why your husband would want to loan you out and give other men turns with your pussy, but I thank him for it.”

  Smiling, I turn over and prop myself up on my elbow while he begins making his way to the front of the cab.

  “Because he knows how good it feels and he wants other guys to have that same pleasure. He also likes for me to explore my sexuality and do what makes me happy.”

  He opens the driver's door and gets out of the truck, still stark naked.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask him.

  “Taking a piss,” he mumbles over his shoulder, tossing his condom across the gravel.

  I shrug and begin gathering my clothes off the floor.

  “What are you doing?” he asks as I hook my bra.

  “Getting dressed so you can take me back to the bar so I can go home.”

  “Oh, I thought we were going to go again,” he says.

  This man is a fucking machine, but you know what? Brett would get off on me being fucked twice before I come back home to him.

  “Okay,” I smile and toss my bra back on the floor. “Round two?”

  Dropping to my knees, I wrap my hand around his semi-soft cock and take him inside my mouth.

  Licking and sucking on his tip, I slowly work my way to his balls and take them in my mouth as I look into his eyes.

  A smile creeps across his face as he pulls my hair into a makeshift ponytail with his fist.

  “Yesssss,” he hisses as his eyes close.

  Finding his weak spot, I continue to lick and suck on his balls while I jack him off with my hand until he’s fully hard.

  “Let me have some more of that sweet pussy,” he says, helping me off my knees. “I need to taste it again before I let you go back home to your husband.”

  Going back down on me, he fingers me as his tongue lashes out against my clit. Pleasuring me until I’m wet again, he reaches for a shelf above his bed and slips a fresh condom on.

  I feel him starting to go soft after a few minutes.

  He pulls his dick out and tries to get it hard again, but no luck.

  “Ah,” I say. “Whiskey dick?”

  He nods, and I can tell he’s embarrassed.

  “Give me just a minute,” he says.

  “No need. Let me help you out. Here,” I hand him my phone. “Take a couple of pics of me going down on you for my husband.”

  I sit up and slide off the bed, kneeling in front of him and begin removing his condom. Taking him into my mouth, I lick his shaft as I look up at him, taking him into my mouth.

  His semi-hard dick quickly becomes erect once again and I deep throat him until my lips are touching the base of his pubis. He grabs the back of my head and slowly begins to fuck my face, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth as I do my best to relax my throat muscles to accommodate him.

  “Oh, Cathy,” he calls out. “You’re too fucking good at this. Mm-mmm!”

 
; I hear the camera on my phone clicking away as he snaps pictures of me sucking his cock.

  Brett is going to like these pictures, too.

  I moan back, “Mmmmm,” as I bob my head back and forth, working his black cock in and out of my throat.

  I feel his shaft starting to swell, and his balls shrink up closer to his cock, so I pop his dick out of my mouth and begin jacking him off. My saliva is cover his cock, providing ample lubrication.

  “That’s it, give me your come,” I fervently stroke his cock, pointing his head right at my tits.

  My powerful words are enough to push him over the edge and thick ropes of jizz shoot all over my chest. Pleased with my handiwork when he’s finally finished releasing his load onto my breasts, I smile as I admire the white pools of cum.

  “Here,” he tosses me a hand towel. “You’re way too good at giving head.”

  Wiping my chest, I grin.

  “Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. And thank you for taking pictures for me.”

  Speaking of my husband, I pick up my phone to text him and let him know that I’ll be coming back home in just a few minutes.

  I see I have three missed calls and some text messages asking if I’m all right.

  Shit.

  I never heard my phone ring, so how did I miss these calls? Checking the side of my phone, I see that I must have flipped the phone to silent and didn’t even realize it.

  B: Where are you? Are you going to be on your way home soon?

  B: Cathy? I’ve tried calling you; please pick up.

  B: Babe, I haven’t heard from you for almost 45 minutes, and I don’t like this.

  It’s been nearly an hour since I sent him the first set of pictures and video of Arden and me. He must be worried sick.

  C: I’m here. I’m okay. My phone got turned to silent, so I didn’t see you were trying to get a hold of me. We ended up going for a second round. I’m getting dressed right now.

  B: You had me worried. I was about to call the cops.

  C: I’ll call you as soon as I’m driving home.

  “Is your husband worried about you?” he asks, studying me as I text Brett.

  “Yeah, my phone was on silent, so I didn’t answer when he tried calling, but he’s okay now. I told him I'd be home in a few minutes.”