I knew that I was in trouble and I had to find the right words. I moved next to her and tried to hug her, but she pushed me away. “All right”, I was thinking, “What if you were Mary?” “You want me to have an affair?” She stammered. “No, not really, but just take a moment and think about this. How exciting would it be to go shopping, get your hair and nails done, find the perfect lingerie and hosiery, buy a new dress, then go out for an incredible night on the town, and finally have a fabulous time as you enjoy a fine restaurant in a new city?”
Karen looked down at my cock, pressing into her flesh and commented, “Oh my word, you are hard!” Then she reached forward and took my hard cock in her hand. “The only difference is that you would not be the man undressing me in your dirty little fantasy and you would not be the man taking me to bed.”
I was so completely embarrassed and so aroused! Hell, the thought of watching her was so kinky! I knew that it was strange, but I would have loved to see her fucking a well hung guy. Like a guy from the porn movies; someone who was the size of her life-like dildo. The fantasy was weird, but I couldn’t help it. It was so naughty that it got me going, and there was no way I could tell her. How would one go about explaining something like that?
“Is that what you want? You want to see me bed another man? From the look of your hard cock, I think you like that thought. Never in all of my fantasies would I have thought about that, but I think you really want to watch another man do me.”
She had said it! Then something shifted in her tone, like it all clicked and came together for her. She realized that I didn’t want a lover, but that I was open to expanding our relationship.
Her hand moved up to my face, “Do you love me?” She queried. “More than life,” I replied and it was true. “I really love you and don’t want to live without you and I know this is a very kinky thought, and… I’m sorry.” I replied.
“Are you sure that you want this, or do you want me to say ‘yes’ so that you can have Mary? I was so afraid that you wanted her and not me, and that you didn’t love me anymore, or didn’t find me sexy.”
“Honey, I honestly don’t want Mary. You’re the only woman for me and I love you with all my heart. I’m not sure where this would go, but I’m addicted to the thought. It’s so naughty and erotic, and I definitely don’t want to be in a situation like Mary has with her husband.”
Karen was hanging on to my every word. I wished there was some way to know what she was actually thinking and feeling. Then she started to stroke my cock, moving next to me to straddle my leg. I could feel she was wet and as she stroked me, she pushed her pussy into my leg. “So you like the thought of a another man taking me to bed?” She asked coquettishly.
“God, Karen you’re so beautiful and I never want to lose you. When we go out men are always looking at you and you make me proud to be your husband. You’re honest and caring and so giving. I would love to give you something that you would enjoy. And yes, I would love to watch you having pleasure. Don’t you ever think about having a lover?”
She didn’t answer.
“It’s OK, you can be honest.”
“You won’t be upset?”
I moved a little, and pushed her on her back. She didn’t let go of my cock. I felt her pussy and she was really soaked.
“Don’t you feel how hard I am? If you squeeze me, I’ll cum. I’m so freaking excited to talk with you about this.”
“Don’t you feel how wet I am?” She said and then she pulled me back on the bed and slowly went down on me while she made her thoughts crystal clear, “Just thinking about my lover being in the bed with us makes my nipples hard. I’d remove my blouse for him. Do you think he would like looking at my breasts?”
I reached over and tried to touch her pussy. She slapped my hand away. “These are not for you tonight. My lover will be enjoying them.” She cupped her breasts and teased her nipples. My cock started to hurt as I needed to be in her. “If you like, you can take care of yourself.” She said.
My cock was throbbing so hard that I did take care of myself. Karen looked up at me, but kept on teasing me. She didn’t touch me, but straddled over me and I felt her pussy hair on my stomach and cock. God, I wanted my cock in her mouth!
“Can you imagine how hot I will feel, when my skirt hits the floor and he sees me nude?” Karen made this statement with a dramatic flair, and then she took my cock in her hot, soft mouth for a second. “Tell your wife how sexy she looks, standing there wearing only her tiny thong. Did you know that she wears a special thong just for her lover?” Her fantasy conversation was really unexpected, and turning me on.
Karen shocked me by getting up and going to her lingerie drawer. She pulled something out and then went into the closet. A moment later she returned wearing only a thong and danced around the room. Then she turned slowly, like a stripper and seductively removed her panty, bending forward as she pulled the thong down. Talk about a view! Then she moved up onto the bed, and as she sat on my thigh, I could feel her wetness. Karen was totally aroused and animated! It was so overwhelming that when she took me in her mouth again, I started to cum. I just couldn’t help it. The first stream of cum hit her leg and she started to giggle. Then she gave me a few minutes to recover.
“Oh my god! I yelped. That was the hottest thing ever. Take care of me.” Karen’s hands dug into my hair and she pulled me down on her. I noticed her sexy scent as my lips touched hers. Oh, she was wet! I loved having her that way, so aroused, so sexy and so mine. There is something so sexy about looking at a woman as she’s on her back; to have her so excited and to be the man between her legs. My tongue tasted her, pulling her clit into my mouth. Oh, she tasted so delicious and I savored the moment.
Karen looked down to me, “So you want to share that pussy your licking?”
I didn’t say anything as I kept tonguing her and looking, I just moaned, “um-hum” to her. She was close to cumming.
“Soon, some stud is going to be fucking that pussy your licking!” Then she let go and started to cum; her pussy flooding my face. I knew better then to touch her; I just wanted to let her enjoy the thought of her imaginary stud and the orgasm. All I could do was watch her shaking with pleasure as she thought about some stud fucking her. I adjusted my position against her body, kissed her and we fell asleep in each others arms.
After my confession, our sex life greatly improved. Personally, I think my little perverted moment helped to free us in a way. Most nights we have had normal sex, but once a month Karen wants to get dressed up and go out for dinner. While we’re out, she likes to point out people and talk about inviting one of them to our bed. With all these little naughty fantasies, our sex life really heated up.
The best thing that came from my confession was the birth of our freedom to talk about sex and fantasize. More importantly, Karen’s freedom to express herself. It was pretty scary to tell her about my darkest fantasy and I didn’t know how she would react. What if she had thought I was a freak? What if she had liked the idea? What if she had wanted to pursue it? What if …?
I’ve discovered that it can be scary to hear your wife talk about other men, yet I have continued to be confident in our marriage. Any fun we share together in our relationship will not end in divorce. This feeling has come as a result of how well we’ve communicated and how much we’ve been talking. We’ve always talked about things, but after my confession, instead of watching television, we talk.
People watching is something that we’ve always loved doing. It’s a cheap form of entertainment. In some ways it’s very erotic to know that she looks at other women. Who knows someday we may even have a threesome? That would also make me happy. I just love sex! Karen likes to call me a pervert, but I think she’s actually a lot like me.
Not long ago Karen pushed me over the edge. While we were watching television, a program came on that was very erotic. Karen was wearing sexy black bikini panties along with a tee shirt of mine. I love how she looks braless. The way her breas
ts move as she walks and the way her nipples pierce the material of the shirt. The movie had sparked something in Karen as the characters had a lot of sex appeal and we both were pretty randy. I was lying on my back with her next to me. Normally, she took her time before touching me, but this time she slid her hand down and started to rub little circles around my cock, teasing and making me rock hard. Then suddenly, and very aggressively, she yanked my shorts and boxers down.
Referring to one of the movie characters she said, “Oh, I bet you want to fuck her!”
Was she ready for me to admit that? I wondered.
“It’s okay honey, let’s be honest,” I said. “We both love the idea of having others, as long we we’re honest and talk about it first.” We’ve all have had fantasies about others, and now we can talk about it. Are you ready for that?”
“I think we both are.” She replied.
Her hand moved to pleasure me a little faster as her body took over. I knew that she was going to beg me to fuck her. Then she said, “Oh, to think that we’ll be getting ready together for a double date and you can watch me put on my panties and dress, knowing that some other man will be taking them off.” That did it; without thinking or feeling, I started cumming. A few drops hit my chest. My wife had described another man undressing her, her body exposed to another man, and her very words made me cum.
“Oh, I think you liked that!”
I reached down and felt her soaked panties. “As did you!”
She started to move around on the bed, not sure what to do. She needed relief and wanted to cum, but we both knew it would take time for me to recover. Karen was possessed by the mission to cum and she moved on me, pressing her body into mine, begging for relief. Then she mounted my face, pulled her panties to the side and exposing her wet pussy. “Oh babe, see how wet I am? Are you upset? Don’t you love me?” The words flew out of her mouth. I responded, “Oh, I love you more then ever! I love the fact that you’re so wet and to know that you want this.” “I want to watch you fuck his wife,” Karen panted as she pressed her pussy into my face.
My cock was coming back to life which was exactly what she wanted. She closed her eyes and mentally drifted back into her fantasizing. Her pussy was so hot and wet, it begged for a tongue lashing. Karen didn’t want or need foreplay as she, almost unconsciously, moved her hips until my tongue found her clit. She wanted to get off fast. Finally, I took her clit in my mouth. She screamed a little, but her legs muffled my hearing. I loved having my face mounted with her thighs against my face. I couldn’t move, talk or hear. All I could do was suck and eat her pussy, and give her the best orgasm that I could muster.
Karen leaned forward; her hands dug deep into me. She always liked to grab onto things when she cums. This time was different. Her hands went to my head as she tried to press her pussy into my mouth. Her body wanted more hard contact, more pressure. She was screaming and thrashing. I thought of our poor neighbors and what they must be thinking! Then she collapsed next to me, perfectly still; her only movement was from breathing.
I was still a little randy, so I put the movie “Sex and Lucia” into our DVD player. We lay in bed together watching it. Karen had never seen the movie before, but I had seen it. The movie is hard to follow at first, as you have to read the subtitles, unless you understand Spanish. However, the movie is extremely erotic. Karen started to get into the movie, as there is this scene where Lucia removes her panties at an outdoor café. My cock got rock hard and Karen’s soft hand sought it out. She started her erotic dialogue again, “I think you want to fuck her. Oh, that would be so sensual to have her in our bed. Yeah, I would want to be there and watch her touch you.”
Then her hand gripped my cock firmly, sliding up and down, and she said, “Oh, you would like that? Do you? Yeah, I want to watch you cum in her. To see how you look, your facial expressions as you reach a powerful orgasm.” Karen shocked me as she went down on me, taking me into her warm wet mouth. Her lips felt so sexy on the head of my cock, while she alternately rubbed it on her cheek and used her tongue to massage it.
Then I said, “It would be so erotic to have you there, to have you and her in my bed with both of you nude and in bed next to me.” She shifted her position on the bed to be on her hands and knees; my cock never leaving her mouth. I thought, “Now what’s she doing? Is she going to masturbate while sucking on me?
“Don’t stop talking - talk dirty to me!” She whispered furtively.
I looked down at my wife. “Hmm, my little wife wants me to talk dirty to her?”
She moaned as I reached down, pulling her tee shirt up and off. “I love the way you suck my cock. Babe, you give me so much pleasure that it’s hard to describe. I love how you like to suck on me. One of my fantasies you know about is seeing you with another woman. I want you to spend the day getting ready. We’d go out for an elegant dinner with wine, and for dessert I’d watch you undress our female friend.”
“Yeah? You want to watch that?” She demanded.
“Yes, and I want to watch her undress you. I want to be on the bed, lying down and watching how she touches you as she removes your clothes.” This talk was exciting me and I was not sure how long I could hold off. Karen was sucking on me harder, really working my cock. “Then to watch you touch your first woman. To see you expose her body for us. Will you suck on her nipples? Will you touch her wet pussy for me? Oh god baby, that’s so hot!”
She moaned. I don’t know how she balanced herself since she was using her free hand on her pussy. “That’s it,” I started to cum. Karen sucked me harder, taking in all of me. She made sexy noises as she swallowed me. I’m sure it doesn’t taste all that good but she loves to do it. Finally, I stopped talking and started cumming.
Karen looked at me with a certain expression in her eyes that I recognized. I could tell she was on fire. Within seconds after my orgasm stopped and spun up on the bed. She wanted to get some and needed to cum. I had never felt so much power oozing out of Karen before. She was in control. She sat on my face, planted her pussy and pulled her panties aside, “Eat me!” She demanded.
I couldn’t see her expression as she was riding my face. Her wet pussy lips demanded my tongue as she moaned and ground against my face. Karen was already over the edge, and I knew what she wanted. I took her clit and sucked on it eagerly, and my tongue followed the program that she likes to use on me; a combination of sucking and teasing with my tongue, combined with a little pressure. Her moans turned to grunts and I knew what was coming next. She made these sexy little sounds, combined with loud grunts. A stranger might have feared for her, thinking she was in pain as her orgasm came upon her. She rocked a little, then tensed up and it hit! Then she screamed and collapsed on me. I was having trouble breathing as she pressed down on me. It was pretty intense. After what seemed like an hour, she moved around and lay next to me. She looked unbelievably sexy with those little crystal beads of sweat on her skin. Her breathing was still quick, and I loved watching her breasts moving up and down. Then she cuddled up to me. “Oh, I love snuggling with you”
Well, that was that. The following day I had to go to work. I have a great job with excellent benefits and great pay. I’ve been with the company for a long time, and I’m lucky to be there. Still, my job can drive me nuts because all day long people call me with problems. It makes me wish I never had to answer my damn phone as it can be a big distraction and often deters me from the work in front of me. I suck it up because it’s part of the job.
As I was trying to concentrate on the project laid out before me, the phone rang. I sucked it up and took a breath, keeping in mind that its part of the job. “Hello?” The voice on the other end came across as very cheerful, “Hi there, big boy.” Hearing Karen’s voice always made my day. “Hello, my queen.” She changed her tone to a sulky, sexy, almost lustful voice. “Tonight, I have something special for you.” “Oh, what is that?” I queried. Then she sounded like she was panting. “You will just have to wait.” She hung up.
I spent a few more tedious hours at my desk, but was finally able to leave. Traffic was miserable and what normally took twenty minutes felt like hours. Luck was not on my side either, as I hit every red light all the way from the office to our house. Finally, I pulled into the garage, closed the garage door and went hunting for my wife. She found me first.
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