Our Dirty Secret (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  On our way back to the bar, we listen to some old school jam—Aaliyah, Are you that somebody—and I thank him for the ride.

  “I had a good time tonight,” I kiss him. “Thanks. I guess I’ll talk to you later?”

  “Yeah, I’ve still got your number from when you gave it to me in the bar. I’ll text you sometime.”

  After I have the engine running and fasten my seatbelt, I call Brett to let him know I’m safe.

  “I’m on my way home now. I’m pulling out of the bar’s parking lot.”

  “I was so worried about you, Cathy. Don’t ever not answer your phone. I almost called the police.”

  “I’m sorry, I feel awful.” And I do, I feel terrible for making him worry about me. “I didn’t know my phone got turned on silent. I promise I’d never worry you on purpose. I did get some more pictures for you, though.”

  I know he can hear my voice smiling through the phone.

  “You did, huh?” Now I can hear him smiling, and it makes me feel better. “What are they?”

  “I don’t know,” I giggle. “I guess you’ll have to do a phone check when I get home.”

  “Oh, I’m going to inspect a lot more than your phone when you get here.”

  “Oh?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I’m also going to do a panty inspection. I want to make sure you were thoroughly pleased.”

  “You won’t be disappointed,” I say. “Okay, I’m home. Parking in the driveway right now.”

  Brett’s not sitting at his desk where he usually is when I walk into the house, but as I glance down the hall, I can see our bedroom door cracked and the soft glow of the television.

  He’s waiting for me in bed, completely naked and hard as a rock. I can see his erection through the blanket as I toss him my phone.

  “Take your clothes off while I do a phone check,” he says.

  His deep voice sends goosebumps down my spine. I can tell that he’s totally turned on and ready to go.

  Kicking off my shoes, I begin undressing as I watch his face grin in delight while he scrolls through my camera roll.

  “Did I do good?” I ask.

  “You did better than good,” he leans up off the bed. “Come here; it’s time for me to reclaim what’s mine.”

  Chapter 13

  Wrapping his arms around me, the two of us collapse on the bed together, passionately kissing as if our lives depend on it. Our lips are sealed, and I can feel the thudding of his heart beating in his chest as he awakens every nerve ending in my body.

  I’m so turned on by the way he wants me. It’s animalistic, primal, and raw.

  It’s greedy.

  From my head to my toes, it feels like an electrical impulse is tingling throughout my body, making every hair stand on end.

  His lips are on mine, devouring me as his hands quickly erase any trace of Arden off of my skin while they wander and explore my body. He’s completely consuming me, and I love it.

  The desperate need to have me right this second is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen…until I look in his eyes.

  “You have no idea what those pictures and that video did for me,” he says, his mouth and hands busy on my body.

  “You liked it, huh?”

  “As soon as I saw it, my stomach did a somersault, and I felt this twinge of jealousy and anxiousness that I can’t describe.”

  “Was it in a good way or a bad way?” I sit up halfway and face him.

  “Oh, baby, it was so fucking good. It turned me on. My dick got hard instantly,” he presses his erection against me as if to show me proof.

  His hungry eyes say that he owns me and he’s reclaiming what is his.

  “Please,” I whimper, biting my swollen pouty lip. “I need you inside of me.”

  “Not yet,” he trails kisses down my torso. “I want to taste what he did to you.”

  Oh my fucking god! This man is a fucking animal tonight.

  His tongue doesn’t lightly trace or sweetly kiss my clit like it normally does.

  No, there’s nothing delicate about the way he’s letting me know that this is for his pleasure just as much as it is for mine.

  Instead of taking his time, nibbling and sucking my hood, his tongue pushes deep inside of me, tasting my wetness—a combination for both him and Arden.

  Cupping my breasts, I arch my back, squeezing my nipples as my head digs deep into the pillow.

  “Fuck, baby,” I mumble.

  It’s all I can get out before he flips me over, placing his palm on the pillow next to my head as he leans over me and whispers.

  “Now I’m going to take what’s mine.”

  His knee pushes my thighs apart before he plows his cock deep inside of me and holds it there.

  “This pussy,” his husky voice whispers, moving my hair by my ear, “belongs to me.”

  He pulls himself out of me before slamming it back inside of me.

  “This is my pussy, Cathy, and I own it.”

  Whimpering into the pillow, I beg him for more and confirm what he says.

  “Please, Brett, fuck me. Fuck him right out of me.”

  Those words unleash a beast inside of him that I’ve never seen before.

  Feeling his chest pressed against my back, his hands grab hold of my hips while he fucks me senseless. His erratic breathing brushes against my skin, intensifying the electrical impulses that have been tingling from my core since the moment he touched me.

  “Do you feel that?” he grunts. “This is what you do to me.”

  Growling in my ear, he raises my hips in the air and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward.

  “Don’t you ever forget that,” he rumbles as his balls tighten and he pumps me full of his seed.

  His come begins shooting inside of me like molten lava, and I can feel the stickiness on my thighs even though I know he’s nowhere near finished.

  “Oh, Brett,” I cry out.

  Something about the way he’s holding me, his body writhing against mine with his come buried deep inside me pushes me to the point of no return. My back arches as my inner walls begin to contract with each orgasmic wave that washes over me.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please,” I plead with him.

  I need him to keep fucking me. I need to feel myself coming on him. I need him to let me ride it out.

  The two of us fall onto the bed in a sweaty, tangled, breathless mess.

  “I love you,” I say to him.

  “I love you, Cathy Barker,” he pushes my sweaty locks away from my face. “Come here.”

  Nestling into his arms, he kisses the top of my head.

  “So how was he?” he asks.

  “Arden? He was good, but it wasn’t you.”

  He looks into my eyes and smiles.

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah,” I lean on his chest and fold my arms across his rib cage. “All I kept thinking was how much better it would’ve been with you there. I know we’ve talked about me eventually going out alone with someone, but I wanted you there. I wanted a threesome.”

  “It’ll happen,” he reassures me. “I have no doubt about that. We just have to weed out all the flakes to find a good one.”

  “Well, I don’t think it’s Arden. I don’t believe he’s our guy,” I pout.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know,” I shrug. “I mean, he seemed okay with me taking video and pics, but he didn’t seem so keen on the idea of inviting you along in the future.”

  I look up at him to see what he thinks about that.

  “Oh, but he was plenty interested in me coming to see him when he comes back into town,” I add.

  “Cathy?”

  “Hm?” I ask.

  “I want you again.”

  “Again?”

  He never goes twice in a row.

  “Yeah, I need to have you again.”

  For some reason, I know exactly what he means. I need to have him again, too. It’s like I can’t get enoug
h of him.

  “Me too.”

  He leans over and kisses me while I reach down, grabbing his semi-erect cock.

  “Wow,” I giggle. “It’s not going to take much to go again, is it?”

  “Cathy, it never takes much with you.”

  This sex is so much better than the sex we’ve role played when we were talking about me being with other men. It’s much more meaningful and powerful than anything I could’ve ever imagined.

  We’ve role played everything from pretending we were being watched to what it would be like after another guy has been inside of me to what it would be like if he just watched another man fuck me.

  None of it compares to any of this.

  Reclaim sex is the best sex. It’s raw, passionate, primal and needy. It’s perfect.

  Brett and I had sex twice before we fell asleep and then we stayed in bed together the entire next day, making love and fucking each other’s brains out.

  I didn’t think either one of us was able to get enough of each other, but probably for different reasons.

  For him, it was all about reclaiming me and taking back what’s always been his, wiping away any traces of another man. It’s almost as though I was a trophy and he had to polish the fingerprints off of me.

  It was different for me. I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel wanted by him, and somehow, making endless love with him for more than a day straight made me feel appreciated by him.

  Sleeping with Arden was almost a complete mind fuck for me.

  I had a blast with him, and it was fun to go to the bar to pick up another guy. It was even better when I got to be naughty and “cheat” on my husband, even though it wasn’t cheating since I had his permission and he knew exactly what I was doing.

  But after it was all over? I felt regret and shock. I couldn’t believe that I’d just had another man inside of me.

  The odd part is, I didn’t feel regret for all that long, and it seemed to come and go in waves. One minute I’d feel guilty, and the next minute I was completely fine with the way everything went down.

  Perhaps the most stunning part isn’t that I went through with it, but that my husband was okay with it.

  For some reason, I expected him to be angry or upset by it after we both came down from our sexual high, but he wasn’t. He treated me like he does any other day and it was like nothing happened.

  His love and respect for me didn’t change one bit. If anything, it grew deeper.

  They say that married pussy is the forbidden fruit that many men would like to have but very few get to experience, and I understand it now.

  I know something changed after that night, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I think it’s the way we look at each other differently now—and not in a bad way.

  It’s in a very good way.

  It’s like we both learned something about ourselves. He learned that he can let me fuck other men and that I’ll come right back to him. He knows I could never leave him; I’ll always come back to be in his arms.

  I learned that I can go through with it and that he doesn’t look at me differently for it. There’s this unspoken bond between us.

  I belong to him.

  Mind, body, and soul.

  And it doesn’t matter who I’m with or what I’m doing. Even during sex with another man, the thought of him was never lost on me. In fact, he’s all I could think about.

  And the reclaim sex made me realize that living this type of lifestyle isn’t just about fucking other men. That’s a small part of it, but being able to let another man enjoy my body while I enjoy his isn’t anything compared to the intimate relationship and sexual satisfaction that Brett and I have.

  There are very few couples who can live this type of lifestyle and understand what it means to fuck someone else and then come home to have meaningful sex with your spouse. It’s a mental and spiritual understanding that Brett and I share.

  There are no words to communicate the thoughts or feelings that we have, just actions to show for it. And God, do I love those actions.

  It’s not something I could do all the time, but occasionally, yes. Absolutely. The way he needed me and the way he took me was enough to make me do it over and over again.

  And it’s not that he only wants me after I’ve been with another man because that’s not true at all. He wants me no matter what. It’s the way he makes me feel after I’ve been with someone that I crave the most. That’s what I found the most intimate of all.

  I had no clue that would be the first and last time that I would see Arden. He has sent me several text messages to hang out with him, but that’s the problem.

  He’s not really interested in doing a threesome, I’ve brought it up several times, but he always seems to change the subject.

  Now, he did, however, bring up the subject of me and his friend Angie hooking up. I politely told him that if there’s going to be any threesome, it won’t be him and me with another chic. It’d be a threesome with my husband and another man.

  After that, he only wanted to see me, and not just for sex either. He’d invite me to come to his hotel room to watch movies, or he wanted me to come hang out with him at the bar when he was in town. It started to feel like he was trying to make me become his girlfriend.

  I explained to him, on multiple occasions, that I have a family and that my kids always come first. Brett and I don’t have nearly enough date nights, so before I go hang out with another man, I’m going to let my husband take me out first.

  Going to the bar that first night I met him isn’t something that I’ve ever done, and I told him that. Usually, I’m at home with Brett and the kids, or Brett and I will go out together.

  And this was never meant for me to begin ‘relationships’ with other men. It’s only for sex, and it’s just for fun. Arden started drawing the fun out of it when he tried to make it more than it was by trying to treat me like a girlfriend.

  It made me feel uncomfortable. I almost felt like I was mean to him while trying to remain faithful to my husband, and that’s never a situation I want to be in.

  Arden finally got the hint that I wasn’t going to see him again after he tried to get too attached to me. Brett and I decided from the beginning that if emotions ever developed, it was time to cut the cord, so that’s what I did.

  Chapter 14

  “Babe, do you know what you should do?” Brett says to me as I’m putting away groceries.

  “Hire a maid?” I tease.

  “No, I was thinking about it and I think you should go on Craigslist and post an ad in M4W.”

  “M4W?” I repeat. “For what?”

  “To find a guy. We’ve been searching for how many months now? It seems like all of the guys are scared to do threesomes, and I really liked getting pictures from you.”

  “Yeah, but I told you, I want you there with me. I want to wait until we find a guy to do a threesome.”

  I hand him a bag of canned goods to put away while I work on the refrigerator items.

  “I know, but I’ve never told you this,” he says. “In part of my fantasy, I’d really like to get surprise pics, like text messages.”

  I smile, I can’t help but grin. This sounds like it could be a LOT of fun.

  “You want me to send you surprise pictures? But that means not only would you not be there, but you also wouldn't even know who I was with or when and where I was doing it.”

  “Exactly,” he says, folding the bag and handing it to me.

  “Let me get this straight. You liked me fucking a stranger from the bar—that you sent me to—and now you want me to find another random stranger to send you pictures again? With NO permission to fuck him?”

  This might be testing the limits a little, but it does sound kinky.

  “Yeah, maybe you could go grocery shopping and hit on some guy in the supermarket, or maybe you could make friends with someone we don’t know and…,” his voice trails off.

  I can totally tell
he’s picturing all of this going on in that little mind of his.

  “Really? You want me to hook up with guys without your permission and send you pics of what? Him fucking me? Me sucking his dick? Tell me.”

  “Yes! All of it!”

  I smack him in the chest as I reach for the milk.

  “You’re bad!” I say, grinning at him.

  “Cathy? Please? If you don’t put up an ad, I will. I want you to meet a nice fuck buddy who will satisfy you and send you back home to me with a well-fucked pussy.”

  “Are you listening to yourself?” I laugh. “This is crazy.”

  I shake my head.

  “I don’t know, let me have some time to think about. If you remember correctly, I really wanted you there last time.”

  “And I want to be there, but the problem is these guys keep chickening out. They’re all flakes, and if we can’t have a threesome right now, I at least want you to enjoy yourself and send me some naughty pictures.”

  He walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around the front of me as he squeezes my breasts through my shirt.

  “And maybe send some dirty pictures,” he kisses my ear. “Or maybe call me and let me listen to you getting fucked,” he kisses my neck.

  “What?” I spin around. “Call you and let you listen?”

  That sounds terrible, but it sounds really fucking hot at the same time.

  “Yeah,” he pulls me to him, pressing his erection against my belly. “I want to hear him taking you. I love all the noises you make, and I’d be so hard listening to you.”

  I look into his gorgeous eyes and smile.

  “Would you jack off while you listened?” I bite my lip.

  He shakes his head.

  “No. I might play with it, but I’d save my load for you when you get home. Will you do it?”

  Smiling, I nod.

  “Yeah, I’ll do it even though I really want you there,” I sigh.

  I’m only half-kidding, though. As much as I really do want him there, a small part of me enjoyed playing alone.