But before I could finish that thought, Steve was applauding behind us. He had finished his shower.
“That was a great show,” Steve said. Then he surprised us: “You have a sincere marriage. I haven’t seen many like it. I hope to find the kind of connection the two of you have someday. It takes a lot of trust to be able to talk the way the two of you were talking to each other just now. And it took a lot of trust to bring me here.”
“Thanks Steve,” I stammered, not really knowing what to say, surprised by his admission.
Steve reached for his pants, sensing it was time to leave us alone.
“Steve, don’t go yet,” Dan said.
I looked over at Dan in wonder.
“She needs a little more,” Dan said. A silence, then, “A little more … from you.
“I got her worked up, to a point,” Dan went on. “But we all know what she needs now.”
Steve’s smile was proud, but more open than it had been earlier. “But I already showered,” he protested.
“Ah, c’mon Steve, don’t you want inside this pussy again?” I said, pushing my legs wide and rubbing my hands down them invitingly, enticing him with my lips. I could see the tan lines of my stomach leading down to my legs, toned, sweaty, ready for more. What guy could resist?
“Aw fuck!” Steve said, reaching for a condom.
I got another nasty idea.
“Wait, Steve!” I said. And I reached into the drawer for one of Dan’s condoms that we rarely used.
“I want to see how you fit in here,” I said, unzipping the condom.
“Oh fuck, no!” said Steve. “Those are way too tight for me!”
“Please, Steve? Dan and I would love to see the contrast in sizes ….”
Without giving him a chance to change his mind, I was up and on my knees in front of him, slobbering on his head, licking it, stroking him at the base, marveling at its thickness. I felt so submissive in front of Steve. My pussy started wetting up again.
“Ahhh …” was all Steve could say as I coaxed his erection back to life, setting the condom down so I could work his heavy balls with one hand and stroke him with the other. Then, with a “fuck me” look straight in the eyes and some rubbing of his engorged head on my tits, he was mine.
I unwrapped the condom, tried to get it over his swollen head.
“Wow, Steve, that’s a tight fit,” I said, my pussy squirming at the sight. I rolled the condom on farther, and finally over the head. When it was on, he and I both laughed. It only covered half the shaft, threatening to burst at any moment.
“Look Dan,” I said, peering over the bed at him. “A cock like Steve’s—a real man’s cock—is waaay too big for your condoms.”
Dan didn’t say anything, but I could see his cock twitch from across the room as he stroked it in his hand, straining toward hard again.
Steve was a little rough as he pushed me down. Even an hour ago, I wouldn’t have liked it, but we had a rhythm now. Steve made me want to be even more of a slut, to show Dan how dirty I could be.
Steve forced my legs apart. I resisted, but only to feel his power. He forced my legs wide and jammed himself in, which was possible only because I was so wet. “Oh!!”
The one thought I had time for was how incredibly different the two cocks I’d had inside me today had felt …. Then I was off, and Steve was off, pounding me to oblivion. I was thrusting into him, pulling his ass closer, and he was giving it to me so hard I couldn’t think about Dan or how to include him right now. This was all about a big inevitable cum screaming out of my pussy and there it was ….
“Oh fuck, Steve, my pussy’s gonna cum, all over your cock!!”
“That’s it Linda, cum for me, cum for me,” Steve said, calmly, like a tour guide. He clamped me up against the base of his cock, lifting my ass off the bed before the spasms from my pussy tried to throw me off his cock. But he held me in there deep, and my spasms pulsed through. Before I was even done, he was fucking me again.
“Steve, that hurts. I’m not sure if I can take any more of this today.”
“Yes you can, you fucking slut! Yes you can!”
I tried to pull back from Steve, but he was too strong. “Oww! That hurts!” I said, worried that my pleasure had really turned into pain.
But almost as soon as I said it, I could feel the pain subside. I felt so full, so intensely feminine. Looking over at my husband stroking his little dick so feverishly, I wondered what my sister would think, my neighbors! Before I knew it, I was pushing my pussy back up to Steve once again, searching for one more orgasm.
Steve started to slow down. “I’m not sure the condom is going to last much longer,” he said.
“Oh fuck, I don’t care Steve, I don’t fucking care!”
And with that, he resumed his heavy thrusting, slamming into me …. But then it happened: a snap! The condom was coming off his cock in bits and pieces.
“Just take it off and keep going, Steve, don’t fucking stop now! I don’t care if you knock me up, just keep going!” (I found out later Dan came right then, stroking his cock in a frenzy that left him with some cockburn afterwards, but I barely noticed him). Steve was giving me everything he had, his abs dripping with sweat. Then he pushed me all the way down, and I just moaned and moaned. I wasn’t sure what was happening and then I felt it—the wonderful, until now unimaginable sensation of sperm splashing all over the backs of my pussy walls. It was such a rush. I started erupting. I had never felt Dan’s spurts on the walls of my pussy, ever—and yet Dan was watching me and loving it just as much as I was. There was sperm everywhere …. And then it was done.
Chapter 19: The Marital Shift
Everyone had orgasmed. There was nothing else that sex could do for us. We had a few content but shy moments before Steve left. This time Steve didn’t bother with a shower; I think he learned his lesson there. He just slipped into his clothes quickly and left, sensing our need to be alone. When he left, he shook hands with Dan, respectfully. Then he walked to the other side of the bed where I was sprawled out, and said, “I guess I should shake your hand also.” We laughed and then he was gone.
During the next few weeks, Dan went through the strangest transformation. Watching me get fucked so beautifully, hearing me tell him, in no uncertain terms, that he was not capable of the job—it had somehow freed him, just as Cheryl had predicted. Even with all her happy talk about total honesty, I expected Dan to be a basket case if we continued with this. I figured he’d be seriously depressed that he couldn’t fully satisfy me, that he’d be insecure in a more devastating way, because it was so clearly the truth.
But that wasn’t the case. Instead of trying to prove he was a super stud, Dan realized he could drop that act for good. His erections started lasting longer. He was more playful, less preoccupied with the hard work of trying to make me cum. He could just have fun with it, be himself. Erections seemed to come more easily to him than before. I was getting off more, too.
Dan even surprised me sometimes. He didn’t just want to relive our threesomes. He seemed determined to do with his tongue what he couldn’t accomplish with his cock. He ate me out like there was no tomorrow. Once he banged me so hard that the base of his cock slammed me to the point of serious pleasure, even though I could barely feel him inside me. I loved that feeling, but even more, I loved his determination to please me.
Something else happened. Dan started going out every Thursday to play “poker with the guys,” or so he said, even though he had never been much of a card player. I knew he wouldn’t cheat on me, so that wasn’t my concern. But he always came back from those games in such a good mood, which struck me as odd; most guys seem to get into heated arguments during card nights. But hey, if it brought him home in such a good mood, I had no complaints.
A few months later, soon before our daughter was due back in town for the summer, Dan arranged for a girlfriend of mine to pick me up and surprise me with an evening on the town. When we got to the club, I was shocked to
see Dan onstage. Dan had gotten back together with band mates from his college days, this time with a new bass player. Those “poker Thursdays” were actually band rehearsals. These guys were pretty good, jamming out a Reggae vibe with some funky/punky interludes. Dan even took some vocals.
There were a few hundred people at the near-packed club. Dan had cashed in a favor; his band was opening for a local favorite. I couldn’t help but notice that the girls up front were staring at Dan in particular. He did look really cute. He had his hair spiked up; he didn’t look anything like the “corporate Dan” I was used to. I don’t usually care if girls have a crush on Dan, but this time, I found myself keeping a watchful eye. During a break in the set, I clocked a few talking to him. One in particular, a short blonde with small tits busting out of her top, seemed to be laughing at everything he said.
I went over and introduced myself forcefully as “Dan’s wife.” The girls scattered. Before she walked off, the blond girl gave me the evil eye, one of those “I’ll be back” looks. After the show, I cornered Dan and took him straight home. In the car I reminded him, “Remember, you don’t get to play. That’s not how this works.” I was kidding more than anything.
When we got home, I practically ripped his clothes off before we even got through the living room. Jealousy at Dan’s groupies had riled me up. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Dan fucked me good that night. I pulled him into me, feeling his rhythm, loving being his wife, feeling complete. For that night, he was the rock star, and I was his slutty fangirl.
But moods change. Two weeks later, Steve was in town, and Dan was back in a chair, getting another education in how I like to be pleased. I was only too happy to put on a show for him, watching him stroke his cock for me, loving the extent of his devotion, his willingness to expose everything to me. Instead of looking down on him, I looked up to him in a new way. He loved me enough to let me get pleasure elsewhere. And yet, he didn’t sulk. Well, not usually. The jealousy drove him to new heights inside and outside of the bedroom. He was determined to excel as a man in any area he could to make our lives better. He was devoted to me. Knowing that freed me to cum all the harder and to love him that much more. What else could I ask?
The path to a good marriage is more uncharted than I realized. I don’t know where Dan and I are headed. I don’t know if our experiment can survive the test of time and overcome the sheer effort of our daily routines, especially with our daughter home again. I do know that I have changed, and that he has changed as well. When we threw out all the preconceived ideas of normalcy we had clung to, we found ourselves.
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An experienced author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Alex is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide.
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