Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  "I know Pete, and I respect you for that. That's a good part of the reason that I thought of you when this idea kept popping into my head."

  "Oh, what were there other reasons?"

  "Well, first, you are single. I have no desire to bring another couple or a married man into this. Second, Liz really likes you and I'm sure if I can ever get her to agree to this, she would feel comfortable around you and third; like you, while I don't go around checking out others guys' junk, when I've seen you, I think that you would allow Liz to enjoy herself and not be uncomfortable."

  Pete laughed, "Thanks...I think! But wait a minute, are you telling me that Liz doesn't know that we are talking?

  I replied, "No, because you were the only guy that I would consider, I figured that if you weren't interested, it would be a non-starter and I wouldn't even broach the subject with her. If you are interested, then I would figure out a way to approach her and go from there."

  I looked him the face and said, "Well, what do you think – you interested?"

  Pete smiled and replied, "A guy wants me to have sex with his beautiful wife – anal sex no less – I'd be crazy if I wasn't interested. Having said that, it's not quite that simple – mind if I ask you some questions and set some conditions before I commit?"

  "Of course, I said, I would have misjudged you if you didn't."

  "Well, first, how did you see this whole thing playing out? To be honest, I think that you should be there – I would feel weird being with Liz by myself."

  "That's exactly my thinking as well and I think that she would feel better if I was there and she could see I was ok with it all."

  "Cool, second, I think that we should go somewhere very anonymous – like at least a couple of hours away so no-one accidently catches us walking into a hotel together."

  "Well, two for two – I was thinking somewhere in Collingwood – there are lots of hotels and resorts up there that are very private – how's that sound."

  "Fine by me, but most importantly, I really need to get a comfort level that this tryst of ours will stay completely between the three of us. I work very hard at being a gentleman, with a good reputation and I don't want that to be ruined because of a drunken, boozy slip of the tongue at this year's Christmas party."

  I looked at Pete incredulously, "Jesus man, get out of my head! I'm in the same boat – that's the last thing I would want to come out. Liz and I are very private about our lives and we don't like people knowing our business. Pete, you know that there are no guarantees in life, but I can tell you that keeping this between us three is just as important to Liz and me as it is to you."

  "Ok, fair enough. Liam, this conversation would not have gotten even this far if I didn't believe what you just said. I've always admired how you and Liz completely respect each other and never air your dirty laundry among the group like some of the others do. So...let's say I say yes – what happens next?"

  "Well", I replied, "My idea is to bring it up to Liz and see what she thinks. Knowing her she will either kill me or kiss me – there won't be an in-between – and then I can call you and let you know either way."

  "However you want to do it is fine – for my part I can tell you this. Until I hear something from you, you won't hear anything from me. This conversation never happened – fair enough?"

  "Sure – sounds good." Then it hit me. "Does this mean that you are saying yes?"

  Pete smiled, "Give it some thought man – if you weren't married to Liz and her husband gave you a chance to take her ass – what you say! Seriously, in a twisted way, I really admire that what you are willing to do to make your wife happy. I'm only happy I might be able to help out. Now, I gotta go – I have a date."

  We shook hands and Pete left – hell, the bastard even paid for my beer! I sat there and finished my beer and attempted to digest what I'd just done. At the end of the day, I really hadn't done anything; I really trusted Pete when he said that the conversation never happened unless I took it further. Now all I had to do was figure out how I was going to talk to Liz about this. One thing I knew for sure – I had gone this far today so it was now or never.

  I took my last swallow of Tennant's and headed home for what I'm sure was going to be a very interesting conversation.

  Emma was thankfully at a friend's working on homework when I arrived so all the false courage I had screwed together on my way home wouldn't go wasted. I was determined to see if this was going to work or end today – otherwise it would be in the back of my mind every waking minute until I did.

  "Hey babe," I said to Liz when I found her in the kitchen preparing dinner. "How was the battle today?"

  "Better now that I can spend the rest of the day with you, my love", she replied. "How was your day?"

  "Well, it was pretty normal until the very end." With that, Liz turned to me and with a raised eyebrow said, "Oh? Do tell."

  I walked over to the stove and turned off the elements and looked at my loving wife and said, "I have something I really need to talk to you about, right now, but I need two things from you before I start. First, I need you to know that nothing is wrong – everything is perfectly fine and second, you need to let me completely finish before you start talking – can you do that for me?"

  Liz looked concerned, "Um, ok, I guess..but I have to tell you, with a start like that you are making it hard for me to believe that there is nothing wrong."

  "Baby, believe me there isn't, but you are going to have to patient. What I have to talk to you about isn't exactly easy for me. Please just trust me."

  "Of course I do my love. Whatever this is I can tell it's not easy for you – so you have my undivided attention." Liz took my hand and took me into the living room where we could sit and talk.

  I started, "It's really, really important that you let me finish without interrupting me – and believe me – you will want to. When I'm done if you want to yell, talk, laugh, whatever, fill your boots, but please don't say anything until I'm done."

  I swear this next part came out without me taking a breath – it was like some stream-of-consciousness thing but at least it came out and I said everything I wanted to say. I continued, "Look, I know that you would never, ever complain about something like this, but I know that deep down if you were going to be completely honest with me, you miss not being able to have really good anal sex."

  As I said this, her mouth popped open as if to speak but she remembered what I said and let me continue.

  "We both know that I can't make my dick any smaller and we both know that that's the one thing that makes it tough for you. I know that you aren't comfortable when we try and I know that I've tried EVERYTHING to make it better, but unless we try something different, it ain't going to happen. You may think it's stupid, but I've given this whole situation a lot of thought and came to one conclusion – the only way you are going to be able to scratch that itch is for us to have someone else come in and do what I can't do."

  This time, the eyebrows popped up and her mouth opened but she was able to suppress the urge to interrupt.

  "Trust me, it's not something that thrills me, but what is more important to me than anything else in the world is making you happy and this is one area I can't do that by myself. So..after a lot of thought I settled on the perfect person to assist me in making you happy so today I called him and met Pete Jarvis for a beer after work and asked if he would consider spending a night with us."

  With that, the eyebrows popped, the mouth opened and her hand raised as if she was about to say something. It killed her, but she let me continue.

  I smiled, "I'm almost done, so hang in there. Pete and I had a very frank discussion and he is as concerned about his privacy and reputation as we are. Also, I think that you know and trust me enough to know that I would never approach you with this unless I truly believed it would be a good thing. Pete has agreed to join us, but only if you are completely in agreement and neither you nor I will ever hear a thing about it again from him unless we bring it
up. "

  "Now, the last thing before I finish and let you have at it. I want you to know that this whole thing was initiated by me – not Pete. I know that this is way out of the norm for either of us – believe me I know. And finally, whatever you decide, it will not change the fact either way that I love you with every piece of my heart and it won't change one bit how I feel about you. The ball is totally in your court; if you want to continue, fine; if not, it stops here and I will never bring it up again."

  I finally exhaled, "There, I'm done now; and I really appreciate you letting me finish. I know it killed you. Have at me!"

  I seriously had no idea how she was going to react and for once I honestly could not read her expression. I'll admit that when she quickly stood up and came towards me, I wasn't completely sure she wasn't going to slap my face.

  Then, she surprised me.

  She threw herself on my lap, took my face between her hands and gave me the sweetest, most wonderful kiss I could have imagined. Of all the things I could come up with, this was definitely not one of them.

  Liz looked me straight in the eye," You crazy, silly, wonderful man. I can never believe how much my happiness means to you. My god, to be willing to do this, I can't tell you what this means to me!"

  "Honey," I said, "Your happiness is always important to me. Like I said, it frustrates me that I can't give you this and I know that you miss it – don't tell me you don't – so I just figured that would be the only way around it."

  "I can't deny that sometimes I do miss it, but baby, it was certainly not a problem. But tell me, why do you think Peter is the right guy?"

  "Well, like I said, he's a gentleman, I truly believe he can be trusted to keep it between the three of us and from the observations I've made, he would "fit" the bill nicely."

  The last comment brought a smile from Liz. "Oh honey," she said, "You fit me nicely!"

  "I know, but not in one spot. Listen, I know that I dropped this into your lap and I would bet that your head is spinning right now. Take all the time to think about it that you need."

  "God, it does sound so naughty and so perfect and Pete really is a nice man."

  Being the salesman I am, I know a "buying signal" when I hear one, so I decided to go for the close. "Does that mean you want to do this?"

  "No, it means that I am going to give it some serious thought over the next little while. It also means one other thing."

  "What's that?"

  "It means that all of this talk has me so fucking horny that you need to take me upstairs and fuck me right now!"

  I didn't need to be told twice.

  I grabbed her hand and fairly dragged my beautiful wife up the stairs and into our bedroom. It had been many years since we had been this turned on and in this much of a hurry to rip our clothes off and get into bed. As soon as we were naked, Liz pushed me onto our bed, promptly climbed on top of me and without delay buried my cock inside her.

  The simultaneous "Ahhhh's" that came from both of us soon gave way to serious fucking. Liz put her hands on my chest., grabbed a handful of hair and flesh and started bouncing on Rex like there was no tomorrow. I reached under and grabbed her tits and roughly pinched and twisted her nipples, something she likes when she is on the edge of control.

  "God DAMN I love your cock baby!" she cried. I decided to up the ante. I reached down and grabbed her juicy, beautiful ass and pulled her down hard onto my cock every time she descended on my shaft. Then I put my finger in my mouth, wet it and reached behind her and pushed it into her ass!

  Her eyes flew open, her mouth followed suit. She said upright on my cock and finger and allowed me to bury my slick digit deep inside her tight hole.

  "Imagine that's Pete's cock inside you," I hissed. "Does it feel good to have a cock in your ass baby?"

  She almost looked possessed, "Oh, fuck yes!!!! Fuck me Pete, bury that cock in my ass and fuck me hard!" I honestly don't know if she was just playing along for my sake or was totally into imagining that Pete was there. All I know is that about 30 seconds after I started fingering her ass, her pussy went into full-on seizure as she came. Liz doesn't cum all the time when we have intercourse, but every time I feel her pussy spasming around Rex, I'm good for about two shoves and then I'm painting her insides – this time was no different. She was gushing, I was gushing, this was going to make one colossal wetspot – glad it was on her side!

  A few minutes later after the endorphin rush subsided, we lay tangled together talking.

  "So," Liz teased, "You've actually been checking out other guys' junk!"

  I laughed, "No, just one guy's. As I said before, if Pete wasn't into it, I wasn't even going to mention it to you. I know that you are "ok" with us not doing anal sex, but I wasn't "ok" with you not being able to get what you wanted. Having said that, Pete was the one and only guy I felt comfortable with. So, I checked him out, discretely. "

  "And?"

  "Well, if soft is any indication, he is very average. If he would have been like me or if he would have been really small, I wouldn't have done anything because that would have defeated the purpose."

  "Average, eh? Well, sometimes average is ok. I also understand why you are ok with him. In all the years we've known him, he's always been a complete gentleman – no gutter jokes, no innuendo and you never hear him talk about the girls he dates."

  "Exactly, that's why I figured he was the one and only choice."

  "And he's into it?"

  "Baby, you don't know how desirable and hot you are. Any man would jump at the opportunity that I presented Pete."

  Liz blushed," You say that all the time – thank you babe – you always make me feel so special."

  "Well, take all the time to think about it you need – I won't bug you about it – I know better!"

  "Eighteen years of putting up with me will do that to a guy!"

  And I was true to my word. It KILLED me to not ask her about it every day, but I didn't. I knew she needed time to process it and think about it and after a few days it wasn't in my every waking thought. Pete, too, was good as his word. He never said anything at the gym, even when we were alone in the locker room or walking out to the parking lot. In fact, I laughed to myself thinking it was as if it never happened.

  Liz, Emma and I text each other quite frequently – "Can you pick me up?" "Can you pick up milk?" "Be home in an hour" – that type of thing. So, when my phone buzzed with a text from Liz I wasn't surprised, but when I read it, I was puzzled.

  "Let's go for it."

  Being the idiotic, slow man that I am, I had no idea what she meant, so my reply was "????"

  A few minutes later came her reply. "Don't ANALyze it so much, figure it out Mr. ABOVE average!"

  Immediately my heart started racing and my mouth went dry (or started to water – not sure which!) I immediately dialled her number, but being the nasty women she can be, she didn't answer – just to make me crazy. I had to call someone, so I dialled Peter praying to God that he would answer. I had to talk to someone about this!

  "Hey Liam, what's up?" he answered, obviously seeing my name on call display.

  "We're on!" I blurted

  Pete chuckled, "I was wondering how long Liz could wait to tell you – I bet her no more than 2 days – she didn't last 18 hours!"

  "Wha...wait....you knew already?"

  "Yes, buddy, I knew last night when we were playing squash. Liz and I had a coffee yesterday morning and a very good talk. I think she just needed to get a couple of things straight in her head and after she said we were on, but that she was going to make you wait a while. The fact that I won the bet means I get to pick the restaurant in Collingwood. To be honest, I think it was also a bit of test for me to see if I would say anything to you last night, which, I'm sure you will report to Liz that I was true to my word."

  "Well, it would only be the truth. God, this is surreal. What happens now?"

  I would suggest we pick a date fairly soon. We don't want buyer's remorse setting in
do we?"

  I chuckled, "Hell, if I know Liz, there won't be any of that. What's your schedule like coming up?"

  Ten days later on a beautiful spring Saturday evening the three of us met at a great (and expensive – thanks Pete!) restaurant in the village in Collingwood. To the gym group Pete was at a conference for business and Liz and I were visiting her folks for the weekend – Emma happily ensconced at her friend's for a sleepover. I was nervous as hell, Pete seemed ok, maybe a little amped-up and Liz was completely relaxed and serene. I shouldn't have been surprised. Liz is one of those people that take awhile to come to a major decision. She will fret and stew and roll it over in her head, do her "due diligence" and think non-stop. But, once she makes up her mind, there is absolutely no looking back – it's full steam ahead. She was dressed in such a typical "Liz" way. Her blouse was snug, but not tight, with just enough of a hint of her heavenly cleavage that you were tempted to try to sneak a peak. Her black pants clung to her strong, shapely thighs and nice, big firm butt – earned by thousands and thousands of lunges up and down the corridors of the gym. And, in her typical "less is more" way, she had applied a minimal amount of makeup and had was wearing just enough Ralph Lauren "Blue" to make you want to bury your nose in her decolletage.

  We were all very mindful of what we were eating. Nothing too heavy that would cause drowsiness; and not too much wine to dull the senses. We talked about everything and talked about nothing. Pete sat on one side of the booth with Liz and I opposite him. I even began to relax a bit until our desserts were nearing completion, when the reason we were here came flooding back into my consciousness.

  Then Liz said, "Well, I guess we should get the cheque and go, we have a very busy evening ahead of us," her eyes gleaming. My racing mind was temporarily detoured when we got the bill. "Holy shit!" I quietly exclaimed, clapping Pete good-naturedly on the back. "Remind me never to lose a bet to you!"

  Just then Liz said, "Oh, I think Peter deserves it, seeing what he is providing for us tonight."