“Uh…” he says with a nervous chuckle. “Sometimes. Why?” he asks, and I know, at this moment. I have to be brave, have to tell him everything, because I can keep beating around this, can keep trying to get him to say it first, but he doesn’t know what to say, so I need to just do it.

  “Sometimes, I think about getting fucked by like a group of other guys, while you watch,” I say lightly, staring at him, looking at his face for any sign of disgust or even dislike. I search for any uncomfortable feeling, but he just stares back at me, his eyebrows raised as he processes my words. He licks his lips and then says something I am not ready for in the slightest.

  “Am I participating or just watching?” he asks, and I feel my own eyebrows raise, his question throwing me. I expected him to be grossed out, to hate the idea of me fucking someone else. I thought he would think of it like cheating, but instead, he wants to know more, wants details about the fantasy that I’ve kept closest to my chest.

  “I’ve thought about both,” I admit, the fantasy being more about me being used, about a bunch of guys fucking me while he’s there. “Usually, it doesn’t matter if you participate or not, but it’s more like…” I hesitate, trying to put my thoughts into words correctly. “It’s like you are giving me away. Like you want to share me. You are permitting all these guys to fuck me because you want them to experience my body too,” I say lightly, my face heating, my body unsure how to respond. Even thinking about the fantasy makes me hot, makes my skin heat, and my pussy starts to throb but nerves are running through me too, forcing my body into a state of confusion.

  Nate swears under his breath, looking away for just a second, and for just a moment, I worry he is disgusted with me, so grossed out by what I have described that he is turning away from me, but when he looks back at me, the only thing in his gaze, is pure lust. “You’d be into that?” he asks, his voice deep, hoarse.

  I stare back at him, not really expecting this turn of events. I thought he would need more information, would need to be convinced that this is a good idea, that it could be hot. Of course, I was never going to pressure him, but I thought he would need a little push because I figured this would be too far out of his comfort zone.

  “You would be into it?” I ask, my voice full of shock and uncertainty. I stare into my husband’s eyes not believing that he would have these fantasies, too.

  “I mean…” he hesitates, thinking again. I know him well enough, know he’s trying to get his words in order, too. It seems we are both trying to make this digestible for the other, and that was not what I expected to happen. “I’ve watched porn like that before. I never really thought about actually doing it, but… I can’t say I hate the idea,” he says while looking at my eyes, his signal that he means precisely what he is saying.

  “You’d let… another guy fuck me?” I ask, not sure if I’m understanding what he is saying. It feels too good to be true. Could our kinks line up like this? Could it be that my husband is my best friend, my partner, the best person I know, and also matches me sexually?

  “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. I think for me… I think about it like you said. You are mine. No man is going to touch you unless I give them permission, but that pussy is just so fucking good, so fucking sweet, that I have to share, have to give other men a taste, so they know how good it is, but you come home with me at the end of the night,” he explains, and I swear my body lights on fire right in my living room. I gulp, and I watch as his eyes track the movement, his eyebrows raising, the meaning of my actions perfectly clear.

  “So you would… be into it then?” I ask, wanting him to say it, wanting him to make it clear.

  “Yeah. I mean, we would need to talk about it, but I could see us doing it,” he says, and I stare at him, my mind not connecting with what is happening at all. “Do you like the idea of another man fucking you?” he asks, prodding, probably just wanting to hear me say it, just wanting to tell him my fantasies.

  “Yeah. I think about it a lot, how good it would feel to be filled with another man while you watch,” I whisper, looking at him, my body tense, full of desire, full of need. God, this whole conversation is turning me on, making me into a puddle of mush. He knows it too, his eyes tracking me, watching me closely, and my husband is too fucking observant not to notice what a horny thing I am right now.

  Nate’s hands move to his dress shirt, the buttons holding his shirt together, while his eyes stare into mine. I sit there, frozen, unsure what to do, my body so fucking alive, but my mind not working. I’m so turned on, so horny. This conversation took a turn I was not ready for, and now I’m sitting here, unsure how to act. I at least had a plan in my head, knew how I could make him understand that my kink isn’t cheating, that it is because of how much I love him, because of the bond that we have, that I want him to give me to other men, want to let other men fuck me. I knew how I was going to act if he was unsure, but this… this is throwing me for a total loop.

  “I knew you were dirty, but this? Asking me to let another man fuck you? This is fucking filthy, Kendall,” he says, undoing the last button on his shirt. He removes his white shirt in a slow, yet efficient move. My gaze travels down his stomach, moving over each inch, soaking it up with reckless abandon, not caring that he is watching me check him out. We have been married for long enough, he knows exactly how I feel about his body.

  I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond, knowing how badly I want this, want him to fuck me, want him to thrust his cock inside of me, with the thought of actually fulfilling this fantasy sitting on both of our brains. I want us to role play, to pretend that it is happening.

  “Is that what you want? Want another man to use this tight fucking cunt?” he asks, standing up and moving toward me, cupping my face with one hand and my pussy with his other. I stare into his eyes, and I see a level of vulnerability there, that he wants to know if this is serious. We can sit here and talk all day, but when it comes down to it, if we are actually going to do this, actually going to fulfill this fantasy that has been growing in both of us, we need to know what we are getting into.

  I nod, answering his question. I want it so fucking badly. I want him to watch as other men find pleasure inside of me. I want him to watch as I drive them fucking wild, making them all come apart, making them all cum far too fucking quickly. I want him to watch as they fill me with their seed, and then, I want him to kick them all out and fuck me with it, using their cum as lube for himself, finding his own pleasure in my body.

  Chapter 3

  Nate

  I think I am the luckiest man on this fucking planet. I swear to god, my wife was sent down from the heavens above with my name tattooed on her soul. I have never wanted another person since I first saw her. Never even wanted to make eye contact with any other woman. I knew I needed her, knew my soul was made for hers, after our first conversation. I’ve wanted her every day since then. I am thankful for her because without her in my life, I don’t know where the fuck I would be.

  I’ve always felt lucky, always thought I had everything I could ever need, but while I smash my lips against my wife’s, with the sole intention of sticking my cock inside of her within the next five minutes, I feel even more lucky.

  I’ve always been a kinky guy, always had sex on the brain. When I first met Kendall, we went at it daily, both of us unable to scratch the itch that was inside of us. We were insatiable for each other, starved. You could not give me enough of her. I wanted to be inside of her all hours of the day. We fucked like rabbits, constant.

  We cooled down after a while, both of us figuring out that we couldn’t be in that honeymoon phase forever, but I always wanted something more. I wanted to own her, to have control over her, to make her mine in a way that I couldn’t even explain to myself.

  The thing is, I am so fucking happy. I didn’t want to be greedy. I didn’t want to ask my beautiful, insanely smart, perfect wife to give me more. I didn’t want to ask her for something that she wasn’t openly giving to me because if she wasn’t already thinking it, then it would be a big ask.

  So, I said nothing, totally content without explaining this craving inside of me. I watched porn every once in a while, had fantasies in my head, and kept going on with my life, happy just to breathe the same air as Kendall. I didn’t want to push my luck.

  Yet, here I am, my wife asking, begging me, to let other men fuck her, to let her be used as they please, to let another man fill her with their cum, using her cunt for their own pleasure. She is asking me to own a piece of her that she has never given me, and at this moment, I fucking gotta believe that there is something spiritual going on here because I have never met someone so fucking perfect for me as Kendall.

  “If you’re going to act like a slut, I’m going to treat you like one,” I mutter softly, my hand still cusping her cunt, holding it in my hand, owning it. I’ve always felt this inside of me, this ownership over her pussy, over her body, but part of me thought it was just me being a crazy ass man, wanting to own everything that I like, but this, this is different. I want to own her, want to give her body out as I please. I want her to ask before she touches herself because this cunt, it’s mine.

  The idea that she feels even semi-similarly, that she wants me to own her, makes my cock so fucking stiff it aches. I should relax after work. I should sit on the couch and drink a beer. I should ask my wife how her day was, ask how work treated her, ask how Sasha was because I know my wife saw her today. I should want to spend time with her, but all I can think about is slipping my cock inside of her and making her know exactly how I fucking feel. I want to act out every nasty fantasy we both have seemed to be having lately.

  She looks up at me, pure lust in her gaze, a sort of obedience there, too. Her expression isn’t one I have seen before. She looks at me like she knows that she is mine and is going to give me ownership over her body. I swear I’m going to cum in my fucking pants if I look at her for too long.

  “Get on your knees,” I say, not caring that I’m acting like a fucking teenager, not caring that we are right in front of our frosted glass front door. The whole neighborhood would watch her suck my cock. It would bring me joy actually, having them all see what she did to me.

  She moves instantly, her body not even hesitating for a second. She is on her knees in front of me, unfastening my belt, looking up at me with sin in her eyes. She licks her lips, like she can’t wait for the taste of me, and I swear it makes me weak. How I got so goddamn lucky is beside me. I must have been a real saint in my past life.

  “Is this what you want? Want to suck my cock while another man fucks you?” I ask, watching as she pulls my pants down, her hands barely even undoing the zipper before they are at my ankles.

  She nods at my words, her breathing fucking ragged. We have had good sex, amazing sex in the past, but this animal need is new for both of us. I have been obsessed with my wife for years, but this desire to be inside of her, to stay right there, to keep my cock inside of her all fucking day, just so she knows who owns her, is overwhelming. It feels like an animal has been unleashed inside of me, and now there is no getting it back, no getting back to the calm and cool husband that I used to be.

  She pulls down my boxers, freeing my cock, and it bounces, hard, stiff, desperate for her to touch it, but she just stares up at me, waiting, looking to me for direction. I swear to god, I’m going to cover her entire body in my fucking cum.

  “Open up,” I mutter, my voice rough and needy. I need this more than I have needed anything. She looks so fucking pretty staring up at me, her tongue darting out as she opens her mouth. She listens so fucking well for me, gives me everything, and I never expected to be here with her. I never expected she would want some of the nasty things that I want.

  I place my cock on her tongue, feeling the wetness against my tip, and I groan. I’m going to cum way too fast, way quicker than I want to. I want to savor this moment because it feels like a big one. It feels like the first moment I am seeing every single part of her, all of her. Even the parts she is most ashamed about, the parts she has worked to hide from me.

  “Play with your cunt,” I murmur as she sucks the tip of my cock into her mouth. “Pretend it is another man there, touching you,” I say, and close my eyes, trying not to think about how good this feels, how badly I want to shove my cock down her tight little throat and use her. I want to own her body, but I also want to know how far I can push her.

  If I’m going honest, part of me is worried that she just wants this as a fantasy. Maybe she just likes the idea of someone fucking her, of someone using her body while I watch. I want to know if she is being serious and, if she is, just how serious she is being. Is this something she just wants to talk about? Wants me to dirty talk about while I fuck her silly? Or does she actually want me to start planning this, finding men who I think should fuck my wife?

  I think my answer is going to depend on how she acts tonight.

  Chapter 4

  Kendall

  My husband stands over me, his cock slowly thrusting into my mouth, and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. I have always loved giving him blow jobs, letting him use my mouth. The key word there is him. I have never enjoyed a blow job with anyone like I do with him because he is so fucking vocal. He moans and breathes heavily and makes these faces that bring me closer and closer to orgasm even though he isn’t even touching me yet.

  I close my eyes and imagine what he is asking, imagine that there is a man behind me, ready to fuck me closer and closer to my husband, forcing me to take his cock to the back of my throat. I want another man here, to have his cock resting against my ass, teasing me, making me wait for it. I’m so desperate to be fucked in every single one of my holes, and I wish this fantasy would become a reality already.

  “That feel good, baby?” he asks, and I open my eyes again, moaning against his shaft. I take it another inch, trying like hell not to gag. He isn’t huge, isn’t a footlong for anything, but he is girthy and long enough to make my throat tighten up as he gets farther and farther down. He has always made me gag, always filled my throat with his cock to the point of pain, but this time, I want to take him all, show him how amazing I am, how deserving I am of fucking other men.

  I want him to tell all the other guys just how amazing I am with my mouth. I want him to brag about me and act like I’m a dog who is good at doing tricks. I want him to boast about how good I am in bed, and when they ask for more details, I want him to give them something even better.

  I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as I stroke my clit, easing pleasure out of me like a siphon. I need it. I need to cum with these thoughts in my mind. I want to cum with his cock in my throat, both of us imagining another man behind me.

  I didn’t think this was how tonight was going to do, didn’t think that I would be on my knees moments after I confessed to my husband, but here I am as he fucks my tight throat, easing his cock in and out, pushing my head back with each stroke.

  He pulls out suddenly, and I whimper with desperation, not wanting this to end yet. I want to be fucked, want to have my pussy filled, but I want more than anything to continue with this fantasy. I want to pretend that my hands are someone else’s, and that only makes it better when my husband has his cock in my throat.

  I complain too quickly, though, because he just shifts me toward the wall, pushing my back up against it, and then he’s in my mouth again, fucking me even harder than he was before. He goes deep, so deep that I can’t fucking breathe. I start to panic a little, the air not making its way to my lungs, but he pulls out, knowing my body, knowing my reactions better than I seem to know them myself.

  “Relax for me,” he says, bringing his hand down on my cheek and moving my hair out of the way. I watch as the loving side of him takes over in his eyes, and god, I’m so in love it isn’t even fair. I want him to be with me forever. I want his voice in my head. My husband is my best friend, my everything, and I want to go through this together. I want us to trust each other because the way he is looking down at me, like I could do no wrong, like I am the apple of his eyes, makes me fucking melt. I wouldn’t be open to doing this with anyone else, but I know my husband will keep me safe and will keep me comfortable the entire time.

  “Is this how you’re gonna respond when another dude is fucking you? All tense and stiff? Like you don’t want it?” he asks as he slides his cock back into my mouth, and I go to shake my head, but his cock is so far back in my throat that I can barely move. “Maybe they will like that even more,” he mutters, before pulling out again, giving me air. “Maybe they would like the idea of forcing you, of making you take another man’s cock while your husband is sitting there watching,” he says with a smirk, sliding back in so slowly while I stare up at him, with nowhere to go, no escape. Still because of the trust we have and because of the way I feel for this man, I know it’s going to be okay, I know he’s going to take care of me, even as he uses my body in the most punishing way.

  He pulls out again, and I stutter out a cough, my throat starting to ache from his intrusion. He backs up, staring at me, drool running down my fucking face, his cock leaving me probably looking like a mess, but he looks at me like I am an angel that he ordered. I sit there and stare at him, trying to catch my breath.

 

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