I close my eyes and inhale deeply, allowing myself to fully appreciate the aroma of the air around me. It smells of vanilla, jasmine, and sex. I slowly open my eyes to find him propped on his right elbow, staring at me expectantly. I blush slightly and grin in a way I hope will be perceived as flirty. I’m pretty sure I failed.
I know the rules. I know this doesn’t happen unless I initiate but for some reason, I can’t. I extend my arm, stopping just before I touch his chest. He begins to breathe heavily, as if hoping the rise and fall of his chest would cover the last few inches between my hand and his body. I look into his eyes and I can tell he’s hungry. This is it. It’s now or never.
“Go ahead, baby. It’s okay, I’m here.” I look back over my shoulder and into the eyes of the man I love. He seems reserved but his eyes are full of an unknown emotion. Fear? Pain? Whatever it was, he does a good job at concealing it.
I’m sure he’s wondering about my hesitation when, after all, I’m the one who talked him into this. I wanted to explore sex outside of our bedroom and at the moment, we are about as far from our bedroom as is possible to be. In fact, we are in another city entirely, at the exclusive Couples Sexhibition. When I first presented him with the idea, I could tell he felt inadequate, no doubt questioning his ability to perform as a man. However, after a long talk and a lot of champagne, he agreed to try it. Once.
So, here we are. Laying in a foreign bed, nearly nude and staring at the face of the stranger in front of us. My Husband moves his hand to my hip and kisses me on the neck. I close my eyes and for a moment we are back in the seclusion of our bedroom. Without realizing, I lean forward, my hand resting on something hard and moving. My eyes snap open as I look at what I’ve done. I’ve touched the stranger’s chest. I initiated contact.
My Husband and I both freeze, wondering what the stranger will do. He grins slightly and seems amused, no doubt by our reaction to my slip up. He raises his hand slowly, as if to warn us of his intentions. I flinch slightly as he runs his knuckles down the side of my face. My Husband’s grip on my hip tightens slightly, but he makes no move to stop him. This is what I wanted and he doesn’t intend to deny me of it.
My Husband resumes kissing my neck, never taking his eyes off of the stranger who is now sliding the bra strap off my shoulder. He looks at my Husband, then to back my shoulder. My Husband obeys his silent command and starts to kiss my newly naked flesh. It tingles, as it usually does and I shiver slightly. I can feel rather than see my Husband’s grin against my skin. He’s always known my special places. He has home field advantage.
Without knowing where else to look, I look into the stranger’s eyes. He leans in and kisses me briefly on the lips and when he pulls away, they feel like they’re on fire. I lick them and his grin widens. The stranger utters the first of the few words we’ll hear from him that night, “Bra”. His voice is deep and husky and takes me off guard. I close my eyes to steady myself as my Husband takes a deep breath and slowly unlatches and removes my bra.
I lay topless and exposed, but somehow it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. His eyes move from mine to my chest and he seems pleased with what he sees. For some reason, this pleases me too. As if on cue, my Husband reaches down and slides his hand into my panties, rubbing my sex. I moan soft and low and the stranger’s eyes brighten at the sound. He leans down, takes my breast in his left hand, and begins to lick. I bite my lip and lean my head back so that it’s resting on my Husband’s shoulder. I feel his erection against my back as he stops kissing my shoulder and begins to nibble on my earlobe.
Instinctively, my hand wraps around the head of the man who is now nuzzling my breast. It feels exquisite and forbidden and new. I moan again, and in response, the stranger bites my nipple hard. I gasp and he pulls away, gauging my bahis firmaları reaction. When he seems content that I won’t use our safe word (Apricot), he gets up (his fully erect penis swaying slightly), walks around the bed, and pulls me so that my legs are hanging off the end. My Husband frowns as his wife is being dragged away from him by another man, but again, he doesn’t react.
The stranger stands over me, looks down at my panties and with one fluid movement, tears them away from my body. I let out a squeal, more out of surprise than pain, and cover my face with my hands. I peek through a hole in my fingers in time to see the stranger’s head disappear below the surface of the mattress. Before I have time to think, I feel a warm, wet tongue slide over my sex. I’m frozen in place. I look up at my Husband and pain is clearly written all over his face. We both are still; shocked by the man whose face is now nose deep in my vagina.
After a moment, my Husband gathers himself and lowers my hands to the bed. I stare above my head at him, trying to hide the look of pleasure that threatens to cross my face. He’s above me now, hovering over me with both elbows on either side of my head. He wipes a stray strand of hair from my cheek and kisses me softly, Spiderman style.
The stranger begins to nibble my thigh and I moan loudly into my Husband’s mouth. He kisses me deeper, shifting his weight to his right elbow so that his left hand could be free to gently squeeze my left nipple. The stranger runs his left hand up my stomach to my right breast and palms it, squeezing roughly. The sharp contrast sends my senses into overdrive.
I begin to move my hips in rhythm with the stranger’s tongue. My left hand moves to the stranger’s head while my right moves to my Husband’s. I twist my fingers into their hair, willing them both to kiss me harder. My wish is granted by the stranger, but my Husband stops completely.
I look at him, confused by the abrupt change. He makes his way to the edge of the bed and takes off his boxers so that he is fully naked. He looks over his shoulder at me, unsure of what he’s planned to do. He climbs back on the bed and straddles my chest, facing me. His erect penis bobbing over my chin, my view completely obstructed by the sight of him. He palms his penis and slowly moves his hand from shaft to tip and back again. My vagina gets wetter, watching my conservative Husband masturbating inches from my face. I smile at him and he smiles back. He’s enjoying his new-found confidence almost as much as I am.
The man between my legs, momentarily forgotten thanks to my Husband, roughly shoves two fingers into my vagina and continues to lick. I scream out and close my eyes tight. My Husband takes advantage of my surprise and quickly shoves his penis into my open mouth. My eyes shoot open as he lets out a loud moan and starts to pump himself into me.
I almost gag at first, never having been face-fucked before, but I regain my senses almost immediately. My Husband, empowered by his sudden stroke of confidence, pounds away into my mouth, ignoring the man orally pleasuring his wife a few inches away. I position my tongue so that it hits his tip whenever he thrusts and he rewards me with another loud moan.
My Husband starts to lengthen his stride which I know to mean only one thing: an orgasm is soon to follow. I brace for impact and pray that I don’t embarrass myself by gagging. Within seconds, I feel multiple shots of warm, salty sperm filling my mouth. He continues his release, pumping into me, his legs tensing around my rib cage.
When he stops, I’m aware that the stranger has stopped too. My Husband climbs off of me, shock visible on his face. Almost immediately, the stranger tells me not to swallow. I obey, but am nervous to see my Husband’s head snap towards him. I focus on not swallowing as my throat contracts involuntarily. The stranger pulls me into a sitting position and puts his rock hard erection in my face. “Spit” he says, and I immediately kaçak iddaa look at my Husband. His eyes widen, but he says nothing. I look up at the stranger, and spit my Husband’s sperm onto his penis.
He sighs, as if reveling in the sensation. He takes my hand and has me rub the sperm on his shaft. I’m repulsed and intrigued at the same time. After his penis is completely covered, he lifts me from the bed and bends me over so my back is facing him and my ass is in the air. I close my eyes and bury my face in the blanket. This is it. This is what we came for.
I lift up on to my hands and knees as the man spreads my cheeks. I feel overly exposed and look to my Husband for assurance. His face is unreadable, but he climbs into bed and lies on his back so that his face is under mine. I look down at my Husband, my brave sweet Husband, and kiss him now how he kissed me before, Spiderman style. I feel the tip of the stranger’s penis graze my opening and I tense as he slides in to me.
I gasp loudly but continue to kiss my Husband as the man fills me to the brim, not only of himself but of my Husband’s semen. The thought that both of them were in me at once was comfortingly erotic. The stranger’s moans of pleasure make me wetter, causing my walls to clench around his penis. He smacks my ass as he picks up his pace and growls every once in a while, a low guttural sound at the base of his throat. The sound sends shivers down my spine.
I am now being slammed like never before and trying desperately to stable myself enough to continue making out with my Husband. I start to wince as it’s becoming more pain than pleasure. This is too much. “Stop” I say, but he continues pumping in to me as if his life depended on it. “I said stop”, I say a little more forcefully and he slows to a manageable pace. I sigh inwardly as he pulls out suddenly.
I wait, wondering what he’ll do next when I feel his finger tracing circles around my other hole. “Wait, no” I say, panic in my voice. I’ve never been had there, that place is off limits. He smacks my ass again, rubs his penis on my vagina to gather the juices on his tip, and quickly shoves into my ass. I scream loudly and cry out, pain shooting through every part of me. I start crying hysterically, my Husband’s pained face splattered by my falling tears.
I struggle to remember our safe word and eventually manage to shout, “Apricot! Apricot! Fucking apricot!” But he doesn’t stop; he destroys my hole in pursuit of his orgasm. I cry harder, wishing I had stayed in the safety of my own bedroom. He grabs my hips, shoving violently into my ass until he explodes in me. He shakes the whole bed with the force of his orgasm.
When I open my eyes, my Husband has disappeared from under me. The stranger unceremoniously yanks himself out of my now bleeding hole and I collapse in a heap on the bed. I hear noises, the sound of a scuffle, as my Husband attacks the man who tore me apart against my will.
I close my eyes and cry. That is all I’m able to do now. That is what I am reduced to. In a matter of seconds, I went from feeling like a sexual prowess to being a victim of sexual abuse. I hear a loud crash and a scream and footsteps. Then my Husband is beside me. He takes me in his arms and holds me close as I cling to him for dear life. He bends, grabs his coat from the chair in the corner and awkwardly covers me, all the while whispering, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby”. He kisses me hard on my forehead and I dissolve into tears again.
I brought this on myself. I brought this into our marriage. Why couldn’t I have been content with my conservative Husband’s conservative lovemaking? Now I am being carried out of a Sexhibition while the other players stare at us and whisper among themselves. I bury my face in my Husband’s chest and manage not to completely break down until we’re in the safety of our SUV.
He aggressively punches the steering wheel until he wears himself out. He rests his head against it now, breathing heavily. I continue to kaçak bahis cry, huddled in a ball in the passenger seat. We sit in silence until I eventually cry myself to sleep.
When I wake, I’m in our bed and my Husband is sitting in the corner, staring at me. I’m still naked from the party and hurry to cover myself with sheets. For some reason, I feel insecure under his gaze now. I sit up, afraid to say anything for fear I might set him off again. I glance at the window and am surprised to see its dark outside.
“How long have I been asleep?” I figure that’s a safe question to start off with. “About twenty-five hours.”
I can tell by his tone that he’s still upset about what happened and I don’t blame him. I talked him in to entering a situation he wasn’t excited about in the first place, only to have it backfire spectacularly. I try to make my way to the edge of the bed and wince as a sharp pain shoots up my back. My Husband tenses in the corner but doesn’t move to help me.
Okay, so he’s really mad.
I stand up and gingerly walk to him. Without a word, I climb into his lap and tuck my head under his chin. He doesn’t move at first but eventually wraps his arms around me. A few minutes pass and I feel a drop on the top of my head. Then another. He’s silently crying into my hair.
I lean up and kiss his lips, then his cheeks where the tears are still falling. He breaths in a jagged, desperate breath. He roughly returns my kisses, picks me up and brings me back to bed. I sit on the edge and pull loose the tie that holds his robe shut. It sways open, revealing his naked body and his prominent erection.
He looks down at me and lightly touches my hair as if he’s afraid he’ll break me. As if I’m made of glass. I relieve him of his robe, pull him on to me and kiss him with everything I have. I want him to know that it wasn’t his fault. I want him to know that he shouldn’t blame himself. I want him to know I’m still the same woman I was before the Sexhibition.
He’s hesitant at first, kissing me lightly on the lips, nose, and eyelids. I, on the other hand, move my hands to his ass and squeeze hard. He hisses and glares into my eyes. We stare at each other, both trying to figure out what the other one wants, what the other is comfortable with. I squeeze again, this time arching my back so my chest grazes his. He closes his eyes as he inhales deeply and when he opens them again, they’re blazing.
He pushes me back on the bed by my shoulders and kisses me as his legs force mine apart. He grabs his penis in one hand and taps it on my sex, causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. My Husband leans down, takes my nipple in his mouth, and without warning, shoves in to me.
I moan loudly, my eyes rolling in my head. He pauses to make sure he didn’t hurt me, then shoves his length in to me again. A shiver rolls down my spine as I realize I’m not making love to my Husband. This man between my legs hates me.
And I love it.
I wrap my legs around this stranger as he thrusts into me again, the sound escaping his lips foreign to me. He picks up his pace, avoiding my eyes and looking straight ahead. This is the first time I can remember having sex with him strictly for the end result. The thought is erotic and empowering to me.
He pounds into me furiously as my hips move in rhythm to his, our breathing irregular and strained. As we near climax, he growls in my ear, “This pussy’s mine. You hear me? This my pussy.” As soon as the words leave his lips, my body shakes with the force of my orgasm. He follows right behind me, collapsing on top of me.
He doesn’t pull out of me and I don’t mind. We lay there at a loss for words until he falls asleep on my chest. I run my fingers through his hair and start to become uncomfortable under his weight and our combined body heat, but I don’t move him.
My Husband, the man who doesn’t have an angry bone in his body, revealed his jealous side and took his frustration out on me through sex. For the first time in our relationship, he fucked me instead of making love to me. I mean, he thoroughly fucked me. I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot thinking about it.
I think I could get used to this type of sexual healing.