by Lainey Fox
Holy shit, Harold though, his mind racing. She had this all figured out and had apparently been discussing this with Bert all evening. How the hell did she even broach the subject with him? Bert, I want to you to fuck my brains out because my husband’s cock is as flaccid as a wet noodle and he can’t fuck me anymore.
“Fucking hell Lisa. My boss? Of all fucking people? Did you tell him that I can’t… that I can’t fuck you?”
He let go of her hands. He couldn’t control the rush of emotions anymore and felt as belittled and emasculated as a man could feel in front of his wife. He pushed past her, running his fingers through his mousey brown hair and sighing heavily. Harold thought that could handle a stranger coming into their home to fuck his wife, someone he wouldn’t ever have to see again. But he wasn’t sure he could handle someone he knew, particularly his boss, fucking his wife. Surely it would mean he would be humiliated at work, and what’s worse, even if this never happened, Bert now knew a very personal thing about him.
Would this affect my job? Would Bert stop handing me the big contracts at work? Would he undermine my authority now?
“Harold, stop it. Of course, I discussed it with him, and he has said no one else will know a thing about this. It was a promise he made to me personally,” her voice was raised slightly, evident frustration filtering through the tone of her voice and her words. “I’ve invited him over for dinner tomorrow night, so we can discuss any details about it and try it out. You need to give this to me Harold. Everything about our marriage is perfect except for this one thing, and I’m sorry, but it’s a big deal to me.”
He knew this already. He knew it because of the hundreds of discussions they had already had about the subject in the past few months. He was an idiot for ignoring it for so long and not finding a more suitable solution. He had forced Lisa to find an answer of her own, and now it meant that his boss was the ‘it’ man.
“I’m sorry Lisa. I’m sorry,” he turned back towards her, taking her hands in his. “I’ll do this for you, but you have to give me some time to… process it, react to it at least.”
She stepped forward, pulling her husband close to her and holding him tight. No doubt this was a lot for him to process, and the fact he had suppressed his anger about the situation so quickly and accepted it was something that filled her heart with absolute joy.
Lisa loved the man, and she wanted to remain married to him and be loved by him until they were both old and gray together. This was temporary after all. The sex would fade, even for her as she grew older, and they could spend their days loving and doting on each other no matter what was going on in their lives.
“Of course. Thank you,” she whispered against his shoulder as rested her head in the crook of his neck.
Harold relaxed under the loving hold of his wife, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her on the top of her blonde head. It was then, he leaned down and slipped an arm underneath her knees, while the other was around her shoulders, and he lifted her up in his arms.
This was a common thing for them, and Harold loved it. He felt Lisa cuddle into his shoulder and neck, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold herself to him as he carried her to the bedroom.
“Come, my princess, I think we both need a good night’s sleep for tomorrow.”
He could feel her relax in his arms and feel a sense of relief washing over her. This is what she wanted, and the ever-dutiful husband he was, Harold would do everything in his power to keep her happy.
He sat her down on the edge of the bed, unclipping the back of her dress as he straightened up and watched as she pulled the straps down over her shoulders to release her breasts. She stood up, allowing the dress to fall down off her hips and over her long legs to the floor below. Harold himself was already unclipping his cuff links as he watched his wife undress quietly, never taking his eyes off of her.
He unclasped his belt, and released the button of his pinstripe suit pants, and pulled them down to his ankles, kicking his shoes off with the toe of his other foot and kicking the pants free. It was here, his gloriously naked wife walked over and started to slowly unbutton his shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders and running her fingers back over his chest and abdomen.
“You know you’ll always be mine, right Harold Van Dam?” She had a wicked smile on her lips as she looked up, her blue eyes meeting the deep green of his.
“I hope so, Mrs. Van Dam. I’m very much attached to you after all.”
They both giggled as Lisa took his hand and lead him towards the bed, flopping down on her his side before rolling over onto her own, patting the empty space beside her. Harold swiftly followed suit, pulling the silken sheets over them both as she turned around, allowing him to cuddle up with her.
In true historical fashion in their relationship, she pressed her backside against his groin, and he laid his top leg over one of hers, and rested his arm on her side and cupped the underside of her breast with his hand. They had slept this way for many years now, a tradition between them that Harold hoped would carry on until they were both old and gray.
He believed it would. He had no doubt in his mind that it would. Everything that would unfold tomorrow he would have to accept, and had to find a way to deal with. Until that moment, he allowed himself to close his eyes and quieten his mind, listening to the deepening breaths of his wife as she slowly slipped into her dreams.
It wasn’t long before Harold too, was also peacefully asleep, with his wife tightly wrapped in his arms.
2
Harold woke in the morning to the feeling of someone touching his chest, and the soft breath of his wife against his shoulder as she lay curled next to him. Her head was on his shoulder, her fingers tracing across his chest, and her foot was gently rubbing against his leg. She looked so content, so in love and relaxed at that very moment.
“Good morning beautiful,” he murmured as he stirred awake, looking at his gorgeous wife through squinted eyes as she lifted her head and looked up at him.
“Morning sunshine,” she smiled, giggling softly as he struggled to open his eyes against the morning sun beaming in through the open window to their bedroom.
He rolled over onto his side to face her, lifting his arm and running his fingers down across her shoulder, along her side and down over her hip. She moaned softly and pressed closer to him. It was almost a morning ritual now, an expectation that he would roll over and start his wife’s morning with a glowing orgasm before he went to work.
A few months ago, Saturday and Sunday mornings had also included a few hours of making love before they started their day. Harold enjoyed the slow love making sessions they had. Waking up next to his naked wife, touching her, her touching him, exploring each other’s bodies and re-learning every curve and crevice. Touching the places that made her squirm, the other places that sent a delightful shiver down her spine, and of course, the sensitive areas that would leave her panting and pleading for more.
Their routine had changed slightly, and today marked the day that it would change dramatically. For now, though, he pushed back the thoughts of tonight and continued to explore his wife’s body with his fingertips, tracing those areas that tickled her and caused her to smile. His hand traced back up along her side and across to her breast, cupping it and feeling the soft fullness against the palm of his hand.
A soft guttural groan escaped his lips, and Lisa arched her back into his touch. He was a boob man, there was no denying it. And Harold enjoyed every inch of her full C cup sized breasts. Gently, he used his body to push Lisa onto her back, leaning over her to take her other breast in his mouth to suck on the nipple softly.
It didn’t take much pressure to cause her nipple to respond in kind, hardening against his tongue and lips as he started to nip at it gently. Harold moved, lifting his leg over hers and positioning his body, so he was hovering over her, one breast in his mouth, the other being kneaded by his hand. As he pinched her other nipple between his fingers, she started to move underneath
him, writhing in pleasure as her eyes closed and her back arched towards him. His mouth, somewhat reluctantly, left her nipple in search of another target. Slowly, inch by inch, he kissed down her body, nipping at the soft texture of her peaches and cream skin.
His lips brushed past the soft hair between her thighs as his tongue traced down between the lips of her sex, parting them and probing a little deeper. He could taste her sweet juices, taste her arousal and excitement, and felt the expectation as her hips bucked against his advances. His other hand didn’t leave her breast, kneading it gently and twisting the nipple between his fingers as his other hand ran down her side and rested against her hip to steady him. Lisa reached up and clasped her hand over her free breast, pinching at the nipple herself as her other hand snaked down between her legs and her fingers spread her lips to give her husband full access to her most private area.
Harold smiled; he loved it when she was pushy about what she wanted, and how she wanted to be pleased. Lisa wasn’t in the mood for long and slow this morning, she wanted pleasure, and she wanted it now.
He obeyed her silent request, flicking his tongue over her clit and then sucking on it. Lisa instantly moaned and bucked against him, gasping as she felt not one, but two of his fingers enter her velvet opening and curl inside of her.
Harold wasted no time with her, his tongue and lips continued their glorious assault to her clit, and his fingers thrust into her with a purpose second to none. It wasn’t long before the tell-tale quiver of Lisa’s thighs arrived, and Harold worked his tongue over time against her clit to push her over the edge. Her fingers let go of her breast as her back arched, calling out her husband’s name in pure ecstasy, Lisa grabbed at his shoulders and curled her fingers into his skin as she rode out her orgasm. Panting and catching her breath, she looked down into the storm of his green eyes, smiling as she placed her fingers against his face and stroked his cheek gently.
“You know how to please a girl baby,” she puffed, releasing a huge sigh as she slowly started to regain her breathing.
“I aim to please,” he smiled in return, moving across the bed to lay next to her, opening his arm to her as her head quickly found his shoulder to rest on, and she curled up next to him.
Lisa seemed calmer this morning, a little more relaxed. Normally now was the time during their cuddling that she would be restless, not fully content with just one orgasm, and the lack of physical intercourse. Harold stifled a sigh. He knew the reason for her new found relaxation; she was in waiting for tonight. She knew that she would be finally, fully satisfied.
The couple spent the next few hours cuddling, lounging in bed and talking about no particular topic as the morning ticked by. It was Lisa who was the first to move - she dressed and went into the kitchen to prepare a late breakfast for herself and her husband. It was not an uncommon thing for her to do, but Harold felt she had put in a little more effort than normal. Bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, a tomato and a sausage graced his plate as he walked into the living room with a soft bathrobe wrapped around his lithe and toned body.
“I wanted to spoil you a little today, for everything you do for me,” she smiled, resting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.
Harold placed his hand over hers, smiling up at her before she walked away to get her own breakfast and joined him. He had to admire that she was putting in a greater effort at least, trying to make him happier for what he was giving up in their relationship - even though it was not of his choice.
The day seemed to fly past without warning or hesitation, and Harold’s anxiety was growing by the hour as the time ticked down to 7 pm that night. The doorbell rang, and instantly his heart sank.
Lisa had spent the last few hours bathing, making sure every inch of her skin was shaved and smooth, moisturizing and pampering herself to perfection. Not that she needed it, she was absolutely mind-blowingly beautiful no matter what she looked like or how she was dressed.
But it seemed tonight she was making an effort. There was a roast in the oven, beef with a mix of roasted vegetables, and a gravy that was sitting ready on the kitchen bench. Harold was laying down the plates and cutlery as his blonde wife bounced towards the door to let Bert in.
Harold and Bert were of equal stature at six foot one each, but tonight, Harold felt as if he was about four feet tall. The African-American man seemed to dominate him in every way, and belittle him before he had even spoken a word. Even Harold’s shoulders slumped as his wife walked in with Bert, her arm hooked into his and a shimmering smile across her face. There wasn’t love or admiration beneath her blue eyes, but a pure, raw sexual desire and passion. Harold could almost smell her arousal as she entered the room with Bert.
“Evening Harold,” a small nod was all he received, and Bert was seated next to where Lisa generally sat.
“Bert,” Harold returned the nod, turning back towards the kitchen to start to carve the beef and bring in the food.
He could hear his wife and his boss talking in the background, and hear her giggling at something Bert had said. The man had class and wit that was for sure. And he looked positively dashing in a gray suit with a white shirt and pink tie. He was a toned and fit man, much broader in the chest and shoulders than Harold was, and no doubt he was far well-endowed as well.
Harold seethed at that last thought. But, the devoted husband as always, he took a deep breath and turned back to the living room, bringing out the plates of food for the three of them to enjoy.
Dinner discussions were awkward - rules and limits were discussed between the three of them. Bert was a hard man in business, rarely willing to back down on anything, even if it was part of the deal that he didn’t care about or even want to win. But tonight he was simply out for his own agenda, which luckily for Harold, was acceptable for what his wife and himself wanted.
No kissing. No oral. No cuddling before or after the fact. Bert was there just for sex. Come in, fuck his wife, dress and leave. The rest would be Harold’s territory, he wanted to keep some control of his wife and wanted the loving part of their relationship to be just his. And nothing would be mentioned of the agreement between them to anyone else; everything was to be kept in the strictest of confidence.
Bert agreed to the terms, but there was something he demanded that Harold wasn’t quite sure how he would deal with.
“You will be there Harold, watching, standing in the corner with your mouth shut, but your eyes firmly on your wife and me.”
Harold had to swallow hard after the statement and looked to Lisa for some form of reassurance. She smiled and nodded, excitement still brewing beneath those gorgeous blue eyes of hers.
“Ok… It’s a deal,” Harold nodded towards his boss, placing down his knife and fork on his plate having finished his meal.
“Great!” Lisa squeaked, the excitement in her voice a clear giveaway. “Shall we then?” she turned and placed her hand on Bert’s arm.
“Yes. Where is your bedroom, Mrs. Van Dam? It’s about high time I showed you and your husband what real fucking looks like,” his voice was husky with lust, the intention behind his dark brown eyes was evident.
There was no doubt in Harold’s mind now, it was clear that Bert had wanted his wife from the first time he had met her, but now that he had the chance to actually have sex with her, he wasn't going to hold back.
Lisa quickly lead Bert towards the couple’s bedroom and their marital bed, turning to him and undoing his tie, slowly pulling if off from around his neck. Harold awkwardly stood in the doorway, watching as this alpha black man started to remove Lisa’s shirt and tug down her pants.
The image was disturbing to him. His boss, the man who had dominated him for eight plus hours a day, five days a week, fifty-two weeks of the year was standing there now dominating his sex life. He swallowed hard, moving uncomfortably in the doorway as his eyes darted between looking at the growing nakedness of his wife, to his boss who was now removing his shirt.
“Get on the bed, on your hands a
nd knees,” in true CEO style, he commanded Harold’s wife to do exactly what he wanted.
Lisa obeyed, practically leaping onto the bed and positioning herself on her hands and knees with her thighs spread and presenting herself fully to Bert. The anticipation of sex was almost a raging hysteria for Lisa, and Harold could see she was barely able to contain herself.
He could smell her arousal from the doorway and saw the shimmering wetness of her sex in full view. There was no denying, at that very moment; Harold was aroused himself; seeing his wife with such passion in her eyes was truly intoxicating.
As Bert removed his pants and kicked them free with his shoes, he leaned down and peeled off each of his socks. Now standing fully naked in front of Lisa with his back to Harold, the actual magnificence of his body was free for all to see. Lisa visibly licked her lips as she looked back at him, scanning his entire body with those hungry blue eyes, finally resting her sight on his erect and very well-endowed cock.