Only You (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  “This one is a little different, and I’m honestly not sure how you’d react to it, especially seeing how you’re responding right now to the fact that I was looking at porn.”

  “Just tell me. I won’t judge.”

  “Okay, I have this fantasy. It’s not a cheating fantasy at all because I’d never want you to actually cheat on me, but I’ve always had a fantasy of watching you with another man.”

  7

  Kayla

  Did I just hear him correctly? Did Dillon just tell me that he’s always had a fantasy of watching me be with another man?

  “You want to watch me with another man? What does that mean exactly?” I asked, sure that I must have heard incorrectly.

  “It’s just a fantasy, Kayla. We don’t have to make such a big deal out of it.”

  “We’ve both had lots of fantasies, though, and we’ve had no problem acting on them. How long has this been in your head?”

  “Always.”

  “Always? So you’ve always wanted me to fuck somebody else?”

  “Yes. No. Well, not exactly. It’s not quite that easy.”

  “What do you mean it’s not that easy? Do you or do you not have a fantasy of wanting to watch me fuck someone else? That’s what you said, and that’s what the website you were looking at was showing.”

  “It’s a fantasy, Kayla. I think you’re incredibly sexy and would love to see you being pleasured from the outside. It’s something I never get to see.”

  “Bullshit. We’ve made plenty of tapes together. You can watch those if you want to see me pleasured.”

  “I’ve watched those tapes so many times. That’s what got this fantasy going. I just would like to see it live. That’s all.”

  “I can’t believe this. Don’t you have to be getting to work?”

  “Yeah, but I can push my appointments back a bit so we can talk.”

  “No, don’t. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, at least not right now. I’ll be at work when you get home so why don’t we just talk about this tomorrow?”

  “Okay, if that’s what you want. This isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be.”

  “Please don’t tell me how to feel. Get to work, and we’ll talk about tomorrow.”

  “All right, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you,” he said as he walked over to kiss me.

  “Love you too,” I replied, turning my head, so his kiss hit my cheek instead of my lips.

  I stood there while he gathered his things and walked out the door before crumbling down onto the couch. My heart was racing, and I could feel a tension headache forming behind my eyes.

  None of what he was saying made any sense. How did he get so jealous the day before and then come home and watch porn about me cheating on him? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make myself comprehend it.

  I needed someone to talk to about this, but I didn’t want to speak to any of our immediate mutual friends. I was sure that he wouldn’t want anyone in our inner circle to know about this fantasy.

  Grabbing my cell phone off the coffee table, I scrolled through my contacts list when I came across the perfect name for the situation.

  Meghann was my old college roommate, and she was a bit of a wild child back in the day. I had no idea how much had changed, but last I heard, she’d gotten married and had a couple of kids. We kept in touch on Facebook but hadn’t talked on the phone for quite some time. I dialed the number and hoped she’d be available to talk.

  “Hello?” she answered, sounding as though I was waking her.

  “Hey Meghann, this is Kayla.”

  “Kayla? Kayla Baker?”

  “Yeah, it’s me. How are ya?”

  “I’m doing really well. How are you?”

  “I’ve been better. Do you have a few minutes to talk?”

  “Of course. What’s going on?”

  “Well, I got a new job and started yesterday. When I got home last night, I jumped on my husband’s computer to fill out some forms and saw that he'd be looking at porn.”

  “Porn? No, not that,” she sarcastically said with a giggle. “You know everyone looks at porn, right?”

  “Yes, I know that. It’s not the fact that he was looking at porn that has me concerned. It’s the type of porn he was looking at.”

  “Oh, you found out he’s into some weird shit, huh? Was it midgets? I bet it was midgets. Fuck!”

  “No, it wasn’t midgets. It was cheating wife porn.”

  “Cheating wife porn? That’s it? That’s disappointing.”

  “What? Disappointing?”

  “I’m kidding, but I still don’t see what the big deal is.”

  “The big deal is that before I left work, my husband gave me a bunch of shit about the fact that I was doing my hair and makeup to go work around a bunch of men.”

  “Was he right?”

  “Was he right? No. Well, not really. I got a job in a factory, and most of the people who work there are men, but that’s not why I was doing it.”

  “Is there a reason he would think that’s why you were doing it?”

  “He says it’s because I never do my hair and makeup for him anymore.”

  “Was he exaggerating or is there any truth to that?”

  “Honestly? He was right, but I was just doing it to look presentable on my first night. I didn’t have an ulterior motive.”

  “You know that, but to him, seeing you get made up for other people and not for him probably hurt his ego. You know how men are.”

  “Oh, believe me, I know. The thing was, it’s not just the porn. It’s what he told me after I confronted him about it.”

  “What did he tell you?”

  “He told me that his biggest fantasy is to watch me sleep with another man.”

  “Wow, sounds like you’re a lucky girl?”

  “Lucky? He got jealous about me doing hair and makeup to go to work but then tells me he wants to watch someone else have sex with me. Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

  “Of course, I’m very familiar with it actually. There’s even a name for it.”

  “Yeah, it’s called crazy.”

  “No,” Meghann laughed. “There is actually a couple of different names for what you’re describing. It could either be called hotwife or cuckold, depending on what the rules are.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “Well, a hotwife situation is when the wife and husband agree to what the rules and limits are. The husband usually has a big say as far as who and when. He also has full veto power. The men in these relationships are referred to as stags, and even though they’re sharing their wife, which is known as a vixen, they’re still ultimately the alpha in her life and should always be treated with respect.”

  “Okay, what about the other one?”

  “As far as that goes, he would be the cuckold, and you would be the cuckoldress. Cuckolds usually have no say in what the wife does and is often degraded during the sex acts. Some women even put them in a chastity cage and don’t allow them any sort of sexual satisfaction.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think that’s what Dillon has in mind.”

  “The whole cuckold thing isn’t nearly as common as hotwife.”

  “I’ve never heard of either of these things. How do you know so much about it?”

  “Oh honey, my husband and I have been living the hotwife lifestyle for years now. It’s a lot of fun getting to experience new partners, but the best part is the reclaiming.”

  “Reclaiming? What does that mean?”

  “Reclaiming is amazing. After I’ve been with someone else, my husband basically attacks me and ravages me. It brings out some kind of animalistic tendencies in him, and he has to show me that I belong to him. It’s literally the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

  “How long did your husband keep his fantasies a secret from you?”

  “He didn’t as far as I know. He just came up to me one day and said we should try it. It’s actually kind of strang
e that your husband didn’t just tell you what he wanted. Most men who have this fantasy are eager to tell their spouse about it.”

  “That’s what I was afraid of.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  “I have a sickening feeling that there’s more to this than what he’s telling me.”

  8

  Dillon

  My day at the practice seemed to drag on and on. I had trouble concentrating on the needs of my patients because my mind was stuck on the conversation with Kayla that morning.

  All day long, I made sure to tell my medical assistants how much I appreciated them because they played a big part in keeping things together. I never lost my professionalism, though. When speaking to a patient, I made sure that my attention was completely on them. If there ever came a time that I couldn’t focus, at least when a patient was in front of me, I’d reschedule their appointment before giving them less than stellar care.

  Still, I counted down the hours until my last appointment had come and gone. My last patient was still at the front desk scheduling his next appointment as I was slipping out the back door and heading for home.

  Once again, the house was eerily quiet when I returned home; the silence is more pronounced than it had on the previous day. Inside the fridge, there was no dinner waiting for me like there had been the day before. There were also no notes left behind for me to read. The differences that 24 hours made were like night and day.

  I made a sandwich and picked at it for a while before deciding that I just wasn’t very hungry. My stomach was tied in knots, and although I knew I needed to eat something, I couldn’t make myself choke anything down. Anything, that is, except for a cold bottle of beer. I grabbed one of those out of the fridge and savored the taste. It went down smooth. Before the night was over, I’d go through plenty more than just that one bottle.

  Kayla told me that morning that we could talk about everything the next day, but there was no way I could let it drag on that long. I may have been mentally exhausted, but I was going to be waiting up for her when she got home from work if I had to tape my eyes open.

  I tried to find something to keep myself busy. I flipped through the television, thumbed through a magazine, took a hot shower, and drank more beer, but I wasn’t able to focus on anything else. My mind kept focusing on one thing: the fact that Kayla was in a workplace that was almost entirely men.

  She was mad at me, but mad probably wasn’t a word that would do what she was feeling justice. She was furious and probably confused as well. I wondered if she talked to any of the guys she worked with about the problems we were having. I wonder if she mentioned to any of the men about how her husband dropped the bombshell that he wanted her to sleep with other men.

  When I closed my eyes, I could picture just that happening. An attractive man giving a listening ear while she spilled her emotions out. I could hear him telling her how crazy it was and how if she were his, he would never dream of letting her be with anyone else. He could tell her that she was beautiful and start the process of moving in on my territory.

  Of course, it could have gone the other way as well. She could have shared what I told her, and some other man could use that to his advantage. Perhaps he would tell her that even though it sounded crazy, maybe they should do exactly what her husband wanted her to do.

  I could almost see the lust in her eyes as I imagined him whispering into her ear that she should meet him out in the parking lot on their lunch break. I pictured him leading her out to his vehicle, most likely some kind of pickup truck, and being all over her in the cab.

  There would be lots of kissing, touching, groping, and exploring. In a moment of confusion and weakness, she’d allow him to slip his hand into her panties while she used her own to feel the bulge forming in his jeans.

  Before long, he would have her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra and taking her perfect, hard nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on them just the way she likes. He would then direct her head down to his crotch, releasing his cock and encouraging Kayla to take it into her mouth.

  Finally, nice and hard, he would help her shimmy out of her jeans before positioning her on his lap. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she would slide herself down his thick shaft, feeling his hardness while her wet slit gripped onto him. She would grind her hips as she took him all the way in, starting slowly and getting faster, both of them moving rhythmically.

  She would be looking directly into his eyes, her moans filling the inside of his vehicle as she moved faster and faster, bringing herself closer to orgasm as she moved. At the same time, she could feel him beginning to swell inside of her.

  Bucking her hips faster and faster, she gets herself off, which leads to her already tight pussy clamping down on him, squeezing the cum right out of him. With a shudder, she would kiss him before raising herself off of him, slipping her panties and jeans back on.

  For the remainder of the day, she would walk around the factory with him leaking out of her, a constant reminder of what she had done. Would this disgust her or make her want more?

  Even though this would be considered cheating and wasn’t at all what I wanted when I said I wanted her to sleep with someone else, I was completely aroused. My cock was rock hard as my hand found my way into my pants, gripping it and stroking it up and down.

  I wanted to throw my pants off and jerk off while thinking of all the possibilities of what my wife could be doing, but I stopped myself. I needed to have a clear mind when Kayla came home, and if I took care of myself right then, the conversation later might not seem as important. Even worse, it would probably relax me and cause me to fall asleep, which was the last thing I wanted. I needed to get us on the same page, and the longer it took for us to talk, the harder it would be to get us there.

  Instead, I got up and grabbed yet another beer from the fridge, allowing it to do its part to take the edge off and prepare me for what was to come.

  9

  Kayla

  I thought I would hate working 12-hour shifts, but it amazes me how quickly it goes by because I’m so busy. An added benefit to the schedule was the fact that I would get three days off each week instead of the two that most people get.

  Getting around the plant was still difficult, and I managed to get lost on more than one occasion, but I was starting to get the hang of it. As promised the night before, Mark was there to help me whenever I got lost.

  “Hey, some of us are going out to get a drink. You want to come with us?” Mark asked as we were clocking out to go home.

  I have to admit that the offer was very tempting. It would have been nice to have a drink and unwind after a long night at work while enjoying some adult conversation and getting to know some of the people I’d be working with. At the same time, after what had been transpiring at home, I didn’t feel like it would be a good idea.

  “I wish I could, but I need to get home. I’ve got a million things to do. Maybe another time?”

  “Okay, I’ll give you a raincheck, but I’m going to hold you to it.”

  “All right, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

  I clocked out and quickly made my way to my car. That drink really could have done me some good, but with the way I was feeling, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop at one, and I didn’t have a designated driver. Besides, I could just hear Dillon going on and on about me going out with guys after work, regardless of the fact that they were just my friends.

  One good thing about my schedule was the fact that there was virtually no traffic on my way home. I remember the days of sitting in rush hour traffic all too well and wasn’t missing them one bit.

  As I pulled into the garage, I noticed that there was a light coming through the living room window. I wondered if Dillon had fallen asleep on the couch again. He knew that I hated when he did that and I could see him doing it just to piss me off.

  He wasn’t sleeping, though. He was standing in the kitchen when I walked through the door.

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sp; “Hey,” he said as I threw my lunch bag up on the table.

  “Hey,” I replied, feeling weird about what he had told me all over again. “How come you’re still up?”

  “I wanted to stay up so we could talk. I know I won’t be able to rest until we clear the air, so I figure tonight is as good as any time. Of course, if you’re tired, I won’t make you talk this evening.”

  In all honesty, I was tired. I was downright exhausted. As I was quickly finding out, there was a ton of walking involved in my position at work. I made a mental note to get myself a pedometer so I could see how many steps I took on any particular night.

  Honestly, I was surprised to see Dillon waiting up for me. Seeing him made me wonder if he was still awake for my sake or his. Lord knows it’s been a long time since he’s put my needs before his own.

  A large part of me was thankful that he wasn’t in bed. Even though I told him that I needed some time to process what had happened and that we’d talk the next day, I’d already had the past 12 hours to think about it, and I didn’t want to wait anymore. I needed some answers.

  “No, it’s fine. I think this is something that probably shouldn’t wait any longer.”

  “All right, why don’t we sit down at the table? Do you want some coffee or anything?” he asked.

  “Wine. I’ll take a glass of wine.”

  He went into the kitchen and poured me a glass of Chardonnay.

  “So do you want to start?” he asked, placing the wine on the table in front of me.

  “Yeah, I think that will be best. I’ve been thinking about this all night, and I want to know what your end game is.”

  “My end game? What do you mean?”

  “I mean as far as your fantasy goes, what do you get out of it in the end. What is your end game? What’s your ulterior motive?”

  “It’s just a fantasy, Kayla. I don’t have any motives. It’s just something I’ve always wanted to see.”