Husband and i move from fantasy to reality.
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QUIT TALKING AND DO IT
“Would you like to suck Brenda’s pussy?”
“Yes, but I would never do it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m married to you and I pledged to be faithful to you.”
“Is it only because you made a promise? I think you’d like to put you face in her cunt if you didn’t have the burden of your marriage vows.”
“No. I want to follow those vows. It’s important to me. I love you and want to be just with you.”
“If it was okay with me, would you eat her pussy?”
“That’s a hypothetical question.”
“Answer it.”
My husband looked at me. He said, “Would you want me to eat her pussy?”
“If I did, would you?”
“Does the Pope shit in the woods? Of course, but its only something to imagine.”
“I saw her pussy once.”
He was interested, but wouldn’t say so. I could tell by the reaction of his dick.
We were in bed, naked. I was resting with my head on his stomach, looking at his wet dick, lying against his thigh. We had just finished. My fingers were wandering over his thighs, he was caressing my back. We were both relaxing after another vigorous coupling.
He asked, “What about you? Would you suck Shane’s dick?”
I didn’t play around like he did, I just said, “Sure, I would if you wanted me to.”
His dick was reviving. “Why do you think I’d want you to?”
“Well, you just asked and you get off on stories of guys watching their wives with another man.”
I touched his dick, gently stroking the sensitive underside. It raised off his thigh and was hard enough to support itself.
“You are thinking about it, aren’t you?”
He said, “Just a little.”
“I could suck his dick while you watched. Think about my lips wrapped around his hard prick. I would make him come in my mouth. Some of his cum would drip down my chin.”
He kept stroking my back and running his fingers through my hair. I was continuing to stimulate his dick.
“I’d swallow his cum and then kiss you. I’d put his cum in your mouth.”
He said, “Yech!” but his dick told a different story.
“Maybe you could watch him eat my pussy. Would you like that?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I’d be all spread out. He could see everything I have, parts of me that only you have seen.”
“Me and your cunt doctor.” He called Dr. Jamison my cunt doctor.
“My cunt doctor doesn’t see me when I’m aroused, when my pussy is leaking. He doesn’t see it when there’s cum inside it. Only you see that. Maybe Shane will see it too.”
“Would you fuck him?”
“Who?” I was sure he didn’t mean Dr. Jamison.
“Would you fuck Shane?”
“Would you want me to?”
“I asked you first.”
“Okay, yes. I’d like to have him fuck me while you were watching. You’d be playing with your prick. He’d put his hard cock in my cunt. Then he would come inside me. His cum would be deep inside me.”
I was rubbing his dick.
I said, “His cock is bigger than yours.”
“How do you know that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I didn’t know, but I continued to tease, “I’ve felt his hard-on press against me when dance together. He’s pushed his pelvis against my hip and stomach and I can feel his hard prick. I could tell how big it was.”
“Really?”
“Yes really. It makes me feel good when I know a man wants me.”
“Does it, now?”
“Yes. It builds up my ego, my sense of being a woman, when a man gets an erection because of me.”
“Who else has done that?”
“A few guys have.”
“Like who?”
“My boss. He had a hard-on at the Christmas party. He kissed me and I felt his prick.”
“You grabbed it?”
“Yes. We were kissing and I reached down and squeezed his prick through his pants. He had his hand on my breast, so I reached inside his pants and grabbed his hard cock. I knew he wanted to fuck me.”
“You never told me this.”
“Should I have let him fuck me? Maybe I could get a raise.”
I put my mouth on Mark’s dick and began to suck. His fingers were roaming around my crotch, touching my pussy lips, gliding along my clit, tracing the opening to my vagina. We’d just had intercourse and were aroused again by the sensuous conversation.
He asked, “Have you done anything more with your boss?”
I lifted off his dick long enough to say, “No.”
He asked, “Would you like to?”
I said, “If you were okay with it.”
“What would you do if I was?”
His fingers had slid into my vagina. His cock was fully erect.
I played along. “I’d let him fuck me in his office. He’d strip me naked, right there at his desk, suck my pussy and then fuck me. I’d come home with my cunt full of another man’s cum and make you eat me.”
It was unusual for Mark to be this aroused, particularly after we’d just done it. Obviously, the dirty talk was turning him on.
He lifted my leg over his head so my pussy was poised above his face. He put his mouth on my sensitive parts and swirled his tongue in my vagina. His fingers spread my pussy lips, exposing me to his active tongue.
I said, “That’s my boss’s cum in my pussy. Suck it out. Clean me up.”
He bought into the fantasy and acted as if he were eating someone else’s cum from my vagina. It was a nasty thing to think about, but it aroused me too.
“That’s it, baby. Eat his cum. Lick the inside of my cunt where he had his cock. Think about another man’s cock sliding up inside me. He made me come. Can you taste me?”
Mark was attacking my pussy. His lips and tongue were rapidly moving over every bit of my sensitive anatomy. He liked what I was saying. He was pretending that the cum he had just put inside me belonged to someone else.
I sat up, riding his face. “Ooh, you’re good, cleaning up my cheating married pussy. Lick my asshole too.”
I moved a bit so he could put his tongue in my anus. He scraped his teeth over my little rosebud. I was close to coming.
I began to come and flooded his face. I don’t squirt very often. He loves it when I do. I soaked his face and his hair. He kept after me, prolonging my orgasm. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth and with my lips gripping the shaft, moved my head up and down. I was surprised when he came. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and watched as his semen poured out of the little hole at the tip. It poured onto my hand. I licked some as it came out of him. I really like watching him come. It’s another thing that makes me feel like a desirable woman, making my man come.
We collapsed on the bed again, exhausted. We thanked each other before I went to the bathroom to pee and clean up. His cum was dripping out of my pussy and my hand and face had remnants of his gooey load.
A few days later, we were driving home from the grocery store.
He casually asked, “Have you ever done those things we talked about in bed?”
“What, been with another man?”
He said, “Yeah, have you?”
I looked at him. He was asking if I had ever cheated on him. “Of course not.”
“How far have you gone with someone?”
I had to think a few minutes to remember any dalliances with other men. “Well, what I told you about grabbing my boss’s dick wasn’t true, but I did feel your brother’s cock against me one time.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. It was your parents’ anniversary and we were all drinking. He and I got to kissing in the back yard and be pushed his prick against me. It was rubbing on my belly. He slipped his hand down the back of my pants and rubbed my ass.”
“That asshole.”
“It was as much my fault as his. I like teasing him and it was before he met Carol (his wife), so he was a horny young thing. He was trying to get to my tits, but I resisted. When I grabbed his dick, he stopped moving. I rubbed him for a few moments, then walked away. I stayed near you the rest of the evening.”
“You grabbed his dick?”
“Well, through his pants, but I could feel the full outline of it. I think he came.”
Mark was getting aroused.
I said, “How come you like hearing about me with other guys? Would you really want me to do something with someone else?”
He said, “I don’t think so, but thinking about it sure gets me hot.”
“Me too.”
We left it at that.
We were driving around again the next week. He asked me, “What would you say if I wanted to show some of your photos to someone?”
I knew which photos he meant. “You said you’d never do that.”
“Of course not, unless you wanted me to.”
“Why would I want you to show naked pictures of me to your drunken friends. Would they show you photos of their wives?”
“That’s the idea.”
“Absolutely not.”
But the next day, I brought up the topic. “Which photos of me would you show to your friends?”
He said, “Not the ones of us having sex or with your legs spread and such.”
“Ones with my tits out.”
“Probably.”
“What about my pussy. Do you want them to see my pussy?”
“Yes, sure.”
“None of me with my legs spread.”
“Nope.”
I was aroused by the conversation. For some reason, I was turned-on by the thought of having my husband show other men nude photos he had taken of me. I felt the heat in my pussy while we talked.
I asked, “Who would you show them to?”
He said, “Shane, Baxter and Jamal.”