I woke from a powerful sex dream; my mouth was dry and I had a bit of a headache. It was still dark. I turned on my side reaching out to see if Phil was there; he often wakes in the night and goes to another room to read without disturbing me.
I wanted to tell him about my sexy dream. The abdomen I touched felt different somehow, hairier. My hand touched a cock, definitely not Phil’s. Then the penny dropped, “Raul!” and it all started coming back to me.
“Morning Beautiful, ready for more?” My hand was still holding his erect cock. “Jesus, doesn’t this guy ever get soft?”
A digital clock read 4:00 AM.
He turned toward me and I felt his cock pressing my mons. By some instinctive reaction, I moved my leg over his hips, which placed his member under my ass. I felt his hands on my fanny just before he rolled me on top of him with a leg on either side of his.
He must have radar in is cock head because it unerringly found my pussy lips which were still a bit open and wet.
I thought, “I don’t want to be doing this; I want to pee and go home to my husband.” But his mouth found my nipples and his glans gently nudged my pussy open. It did feel awfully good, warm and soft. His hands squeezed my glutes and his fingers pulled my pussy lips apart slightly, letting his cock in further.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” I thought, “in for a nickel, in for a dime. I’m already in deep shit at home, I’m sure.” I raised my torso up by my arms and slid his cock all the way to the bottom of my vagina.
“Oh my, this is just as good as I remember from last night. Wow!” I started to rock my pelvis back and forth, and very soon felt a lovely little tremor in my pussy. I pressed forward hard, pressing my clit into his pubic mound and kept rocking. A wonderful thrill went through me each time.
Raul finally spoke for the second time, “Your pussy is perfect. I’m going to cum in it very soon. I watched you sleep for a long time; do you know you snore in the cutest way?”
“Smooth talking son of a bitch, husband of a bitch, more like it. They must be a team.” “Yes, give me your hot cum, fuck me and fill my pussy.”
In truth, I was enjoying his cock a lot, I guess my dream was real. His strokes were deliberate and slow while he sucked and nibbled on my nipples, then he sped up, but he pulled out just before he came, edging himself, and me.
I whimpered each time at the emptiness until he guided himself back in and started over again. I think he could go all night like that, but I wanted to feel him cum in me, then go home to Phil.
After he came, I ran to pee while he brewed coffee. I was a mess of sex fluids but Raul said there was no hot water to shower, so I wiped myself best I could with a towel, “Let Blanche do my cummy laundry.”
This guy is unbelievable, half way to my house, he unzipped and pulled out another erection. “Just give me one more,” he said, tugging my arm toward his crotch. “We may not get another chance, and I get horny just looking at you.”
“Given how I look this morning, he must have blinders on,” I thought, taking him in my mouth and grasping his balls. When he came there was not much in it; I held it in my mouth, then snow-balled him.
“Bitch!” he didn’t like that.
We were parked in front of my house by then. I hoped Phil was asleep still. I ran in and straight to our bedroom. The bed had not been slept in; my first thought was that he spent the night with Blanche. That would at least level the playing field, though it would be unlike my him to do that.
Sure enough, when I went downstairs after my shower, he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, his back to me.
The next few days were turbulent, to say the least; tirades alternating with attempts to reconcile, and makeup sex. I’m not one to wallow in guilt or self-pity. I try to deal with a problem, then get on with my life.
Realizing that this was not your run-of-the-mill family spat, not exactly like spending too much on a dress, I accepted Phil’s anger and vitriol with good humor and tried to show remorse.
I apologized fervently and vowed that it was a one-time thing, not to be repeated ever, but Phil kept coming back to it, to the point that I began to suspect that, while the memory tormented him, hearing the details from me got him aroused.
Finally I asked Blanche if she wanted Raul to give her the details of our night of sex. She answered in the affirmative, so I described Phil’s reactions.
“Yep, I’ve heard that before. I bet he is wanting to fuck you every day isn’t he? It’s an aphrodisiac hearing about your mate getting fucked and loving it; scary but exciting. How about you, do you get turned on by the memory?”
I had to admit that I do at times, but I wanted to change the subject, “I think Phil has cuckold tendencies. I might ask to borrow Raul again. Do you think he would be interested in a threesome?”
Blanche thought for a moment then said, “I doubt it, he wants to conquer a woman, not help train her cuckold husband. But I know that he wants to fuck you again, he has mentioned you several times. I try not to be jealous but I worry when he obsesses about another woman.”
“Well you have nothing to worry about with me, I love my husband and don’t need another.” She did not seem mollified.
I went home not sure what to do next. I didn’t say anything to Phil, but I decided to check out Internet web sites for cuckoldry to try to understand what he wants. I learned from the browser history that Phil was doing the same.
A few days later, when I got home from work, Phil showed me a text that he had received.
Phil,
Kate has told my wife that you do not satisfy her sexually, and she wants to fuck me again. I knew that she was frustrated, by the way she attacked me last time. Don’t worry, I do not want to steal your wife, but I am willing to keep her satisfied and ease that burden from you. You can thank me when we meet next. Raul
I just looked at Phil, saying nothing.
“Well, there it is, isn’t it?” He looked totally dejected. “You are going to be fucking that guy now.” He turned and went into the den.
I followed and sat on the arm of his easy chair; trying to organize my thoughts to say the right thing at the right time. I smoothed his hair and caressed his neck.
“That is completely out of context; I asked Blanche if he would be interested in a threesome with us, thinking that it might help us to understand where your sexual interests lie.
“I promised you I would not see him again alone and I intend to keep that promise. He is trying to intimidate you, that’s his schtick. Don’t let him get to you; I am your faithful wife still. He got lucky once, and I suspect he slipped a roofie into my drink that night.”
“Do you really still love me? I don’t think I excite you in bed anymore."
“I am tortured by visions of walking into our bedroom and seeing you sprawled naked on our stripped bed, a large wet spot under you. Raul is beside you and you have his huge cock in your hand, stroking it.
“We are all naked, and when you spot me, you laugh at me and point your finger at your inflamed, open pussy and tell me to lick it. I obey.
“Another time I find him on his back with you sucking his big cock. You crook your finger at me, calling me to join you licking it. Then I watch you straddle him and guide that big, fat thing to your pussy lips.
“I am horrified to see your pussy spread open around it, and then you slide down, taking it completely in you. You appear to be in ecstasy riding him. Your eyes are closed and you are moaning.
“The worst thing is that I get very aroused by all of that. I’m afraid I am turning queer.” I took him in my arms, holding onto him tightly.
“Oh Phil, where to begin? First, yes I love you as I always have. Second, we need never see either of them again. Third, his cock isn’t much bigger than yours, and you are in no way inferior to him, except that you do not try to seduce other men’s wives. Fourth, you may have some bi tendencies, but you aren’t gay.
“And finally, you have got me all hot and horny, but now I’m afraid to ask you to lick my pussy before you fuck the hell out of me.” I took his hand and led him to bed for a hot appetizer before dinner. He knew what to do.
At the table later, with wine in hand I reminded him again, “Yes, darling, I do love you. That is why I want to understand why you get excited like you did when I told you about that night with Raul. What kind of porn do you watch?”
With a sheepish grin, Phil answered, “Cuckold. It makes me very hard to imagine watching you being fucked by a big cock and cum uncontrollably on it. Did he make you cum like that?”
“He is a very good lover who seems to be able to go for a long time before cumming. That gives his partner ample time to have orgasms. You can learn to do that, just relax and slow down.
“He actually does not lick pussy like you; he doesn’t like it, So you have a leg up on him, you are a master with your tongue, and it would be wonderful to have you lick my pussy after I have cum on a big cock. If you really are interested in sharing me, why don’t you see what you can find out.”
“I already have; I met him on line and told him about the other week and about my fantasies. He has a big one and he thinks you are hot. I want to invite him for drinks and see what happens.” He opened his phone and showed me a picture of Sam.
It looks as if I may become a hot wife. I’m getting used to the idea.
For a long time, the concept of strict monogamy has been anathema to me. It was promulgated by men who considered wives chattel, and who often violated their own code.
I have been faithful to my husband because I love him and it seemed important to him. It’s beginning to look like he has other ideas, and that is OK by me, particularly if it means I get some exciting new sex experiences.
The Raul incident seems to have broken new ground in our marriage.and I intend to explore it.
