Contagion
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Contagion, Part 2: Incubating free porn video
Lockdown has been going for a couple of months now. Although this new always-home life is mostly starting to become routine and familiar, the same cannot be said for our sex life. At first, we spent a couple of weeks in the doldrums, but since then Cheryl has caught fire. And it has spread to me.
As she was catching up on her reading, she went through a book about female sexual fantasies, and it has awakened something in her. She has come to the realization that her fantasies - many of them subconscious, some of them very weird or taboo - were just like other women's, and that they are all perfectly normal.
I have been helping with some of her more straightforward fantasies by acting out roles: a fireman, a package deliveryman, a TV repairman, a plumber. Mostly just me pretending to be another man, or sometimes her pretending to be another woman.
Is that what we want? Other people?
Let me be clear: if I could choose only one woman to have sex with the rest of my life, it would be Cheryl. And she feels the same about me. Wasn't that precisely the choice we made when we got married? Even if it is natural for us both to have fantasies about other people, we thought we would never actually carry them out. That's what normal people call "cheating," right?
But going so long without social contact, the desire for others has gotten stronger - even though we are fucking more than before we had kids, and spicing things up with lots of new variations. As evidenced by all the other men I'm pretending to be for her, Cheryl seems to want to try on other guys for size. And honestly, I've got a stronger hankering to sample other women than I have before.
One evening, as we're cleaning up the kitchen after putting the kids to bed, she pinches my ass and walks past me with her hips swaying exaggeratedly. "Hi, big strong man," she says in the breathy faux-seductive voice she uses when she wants to role-play.
"Well hello, ma'am," I reply in my generic he-man voice I used when we're doing this.
"Watermelon," she says in her normal voice, invoking our safe word. "I want you to be one of those construction workers that cat-call women when they walk by."
"Really?" I ask. So far none of our role-playing has involved me being disrespectful or demeaning in any way, which would definitely not be a turn-on for me. But this is pretty tame, and for her, I'm game.
"Can we try it?" she asks. I nod in acknowledgement. "Un-watermelon."
"Hey baby, do fries go with that shake?" I ask in my best obnoxious New York workingman's accent.
She walks around the kitchen waggling her hips, breathily replying, "Only if dinner comes first."
"Oh baby, you know what's gonna come first? You! I can guarantee you that?"
"Oh really? Guys like you are all talk and no action. I bet after erecting buildings all day, you've got no erection left!"
"I work with steel beams and rods all day, lady. I can give you a steel rod all night."
"Oh, you brute! How dare you talk to a lady like that?"
"Whatcha gonna do about it, lady?" I ask, holding my crotch obnoxiously.
"Watermelon."
"Everything all right?"
"I don't know, this isn't really doing it for me."
"No problem. Not really up my alley either."
"Let me try taking it another direction. Un-watermelon. I've been a bad girl. Officer ... " ending in a quizzical look as if to ask my (fake) name.
"Uhhhh ... Long. Sergeant Richard Long, Fairview PD."
"Well, officer ... Dick ... Long ... if that is your real name ... I've been a bad girl. You'd better haul me in."
"Have you committed a crime, ma'am?"
"Officer, I've been having naughty thoughts. Very naughty thoughts. You have to take me into custody " - tilting her head in the direction of the bedroom - "and pump me for information," of course overemphasizing the word "pump" ridiculously.
"Okay, ma'am, let's go. Sorry, I'm going to have to cuff you." I gently grab her wrists.
"Cuff? Officer, I think you said that word backwards."
"Cuff ... fuck ... ma'am, are you asking me to fuck you?"
She gives a demure smile, nodding her head slowly.
"Well, ma'am, first I have to cuff you, then we'll see about that other thing." I start pulling her. She resists.
I'm not quite prepared to force her. I pause and look at her pointedly, wondering if the safe word is coming.
She looks me in the eye and firmly says, "Cantaloupe." Okay, that is pointedly NOT our safe word, so I guess I'm approved for light use of force here? This is a little weird, but for her, I'll do it.
"Ma'am, you're resisting arrest. The penalties increase when you do that."
"Well, I guess you'll just have to cuff me ... fuck me ... twice. That is, if you're policeman enough."
"You're getting yourself in pretty deep, ma'am."
"You're the one who's going to get in - deep - officer."
When we get into the bedroom, she says, "Hey, Officer Long, comma Dick. You're going to have to strip-search me."
I start taking her clothes off. She's face down. "So are you a good cop or a bad cop?"
"Never you mind, young lady. You've dug yourself a deep enough hole already."
"I have a deep hole ready for you," she says as I take off my clothes and climb in the bed behind her. "Officer, you'll have to use your nightstick on me. Right now." I ease myself into her and start slowly thrusting.
"Oh, officer, I might get away from you. You might have to hold me down."
"Watermelon," I say as I pause my thrusts, my cock throbbing inside her. "Cheryl, do you really want me to hold you down?"
"Joe, this is how much I trust you. I really need you to drag me back to the edge of the bed, grab my wrists and fuck my brains out." She squeezes her Kegels, tightening her vaginal walls around me, giggling. "Un-watermelon."
Holy shit. I pull her back, so her pelvis is on the bed but her legs are hanging down, allowing me entry. I grab her hands, lightly pinning her, and ease my way into her again.
"Harder, officer! I've been so naughty!"
I pump harder. She's rubbing her mons on the bed, rolling back and forth as I drill her from behind. She cums within minutes, and then I let myself go and fill her.
As I pull out and lie on the bed next to her, still panting, I see a tear in her eye.
"You okay, Chere? I'm sorry if that was too rough."
She turns to face me, smiling through tears. "No, that's not it. I'm crying because I love you so much. I took my trust with you to a new level and you didn't let me down. I feel like I could trust you with anything. I'm not saying I want to do something like that again. Maybe it even got something out of my system. Thank you for coming along for the ride."
We kiss and hold each other for a couple minutes.
Finally I break the silence, murmuring, "Cheryl, I want you to know the trust runs both ways. I'm not sure where all these fantasies are going, but I love you and trust you so much that I will follow you. Anywhere. I don't know if I can keep up, but I'll chase you."
"Anywhere?"
"Of course."
"What if it led me to another man's bed?"
Okay, there it is. I've suspected this was coming, as I'm sure have you, dear Reader.
I reply, "Well, I thought this question might be coming. And my answer is yes. As long as you come back to me, and we put each other first, I think I can handle it."
"I'm not saying I want to do that no matter what. I'm asking what if."
"Hell of a hypothetical," I reply.
"Just so you know, I feel the same way about you. If you found yourself needing a little variety and came back, I'd take you in a heartbeat."
"Are you saying you'd let me sleep with other women?"
"These days I'm so horny I'd watch," she confessed.
"I didn't think women were that visual."
"You don't think I'm visual? I guess you don't see my nipples harden just seeing your little dong dangling as you get in the shower? Or the trickle coming out of me down there, when you're about to put yourself in me?"
"So, do we want to do this?"
"Well, it's not like we can anyway, right now. Maybe that makes it easier to talk about? Who knows, when everything opens up again and we actually have normal contact with people, these feelings might pass."
"What if they don't?"
"Well, we can make a decision then. We can talk about it without deciding now. And when the time comes, nothing happens unless both of us are all in. You are more important to me than any silly fantasies. If you don't want to do anything, we won't."
"Well, as long as we don't anything that gets either of us hurt."
She snuggles up against me affectionately, kissing my neck. "So you'd like to have sex with other women? Just as a for-instance, Cindy Smith?"
Cindy had been one of our kids' preschool teachers, though now they were older, she is hot as hell, and I've long suspected she has something for me. She also still lives in the neighborhood, so we sometimes run into her. I could get her into bed in a heartbeat, or at least I've been telling myself that. Without meaning to, my penis inflates a little at the thought, which Cheryl feels on her thigh.
"Your prick says yes. If we did this, you would be free to have her. I know she wants you. I mean, I actually know this for a fact, through a mutual friend I won't name. Or, just imagine slipping your hard little dong inside one of those neighbor women who walk their dogs past our house every day." Damn, how did she know? Well, I guess it wouldn't be too hard to figure out.
Now I've gotten hard as a rock as my wife talks about other women. What an asshole that would make me, if she weren't encouraging it.
"You do want to fuck Cindy, don't you?" She takes my hand and puts it on my cock. I want you to show me how much. Jerk off while I pretend I'm Cindy."
She fakes a voice that sounds almost disturbingly like Cindy's. "Oh, Joe, I've always liked you, since I first saw your cute little butt walking down the hall at the daycare. I'm so glad you finally responded to my advances."
I stroke myself slowly, responding, "Yes, Cindy, I've had my eye on you for a long time, and I just can't hold myself back anymore." Cheryl kisses me passionately, but won't touch me or let me touch her. Instead, her own hand moves to her pussy. I keep stroking myself.
"I've seen you looking at my tits, Joe. Now you can finally suck on them, like you've always wanted." She shoves her chest in my face and I start sucking on them.
"Well, you do have beautiful tits, Cindy," I take a quick breath to say. Cheryl is moaning, rubbing her clit furiously as I jack myself.
After a couple of minutes of jilling herself, fingers slipping in and out of her cunt, while I suck her tits, Cheryl seems to be approaching orgasm.
She shifts her body again. "Cum on my tits, dirty Joe." I tense up and spray myself all over her breasts, and she cums within seconds afterward.
After cooling down she snuggles up again, her sticky chest pressed against mine. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it? And it was fun for me, picturing you with her."
"You're asking me like it was that some kind of test."
"Well, I'd prefer to call it an exploration. Did you realize I was testing myself too? To see if I could handle it?"
"And?"
"You are sexier than ever, Joe Bates. So, were you okay with it?"
"I came pretty fast, didn't I? Guys can't fake, you know."
"Mmm, true. I guess you must have liked it. You know, this opens up all sorts of possibilities. We could even have a threesome."
At that, my twice-spent dick still fills and jerks a little bit. "I thought so. You men are all alike."
"Sorry, but yeah, that reaction's kind of hardwired."
"Mmmm, you'd love to see me with another woman, wouldn't you?" In the past, we have talked about her one experience with another woman, when she and her college roommate got a little tipsy and played around. Despite my repeated attempts to probe her for every last detail, she's always been vague about what they actually did. What I've pieced together was mostly just kissing, and maybe some touching of each other's breasts with their hands. From what Cheryl has said she has some interest in exploring more deeply with other women, but never strong enough to act on.
"I'd do that for you, you know. Would you like to see me kiss a woman?" Oh hell yes, I'm thinking. "Put my lips on her soft, supple breasts? Lick her pointy little nipples? Maybe you'd like to watch a woman go down on me? Or have me suck your cum out of her pussy?" Well, of course I'd love to see all those things.
"You'd really be willing to do all that?" I ask. I have to say I was already intrigued by the idea of getting to sleep with other women occasionally, but a threesome sweetens the pot considerably. What guy wouldn't want that?
"Maybe," she replies. "But would you be willing to do the other kind of threesome? You must have guessed that one of my fantasies is two men at the same time. I might cum more than once if I had two guys taking turns on me. In me."
"Huh, well I can see why that might hold some appeal for you." I mean, her sex drive was absolutely raging these days - which I guess is more or less normal for a thirty-nine-year-old woman. Sure! For her, I'd do it.
I add, "Yes, for you, absolutely."
Cheryl snuggles up against me again. "Sweetie, I want you to know if this, right here, right now, is all we ever do sexually, I'm more than happy with that. Believe me, I'm not needing any more than the wonderful service you already give."
"Chere, that's nice, but even if you don't need it I know you want it. Maybe I wouldn't have pushed us to do this, but you're not just dragging me along. It sounds like a lot of fun, as long as we always put our relationship first. And if putting each other first means letting us explore other people, why not?" We fall asleep holding hands, our bond stronger than ever.
The next evening we are so busy with housework and keeping the kids occupied - plus both having to work during the day and keeping their homeschooling going - that we collapse in the bed, exhausted. There have been a lot of nights like this.
But the next night is less crazy. After going to bed a little early, we chat about the quarantine situation: how long it will last (anyone who claimed they knew was lying), what life will be like when it all ended (different, but in ways we cannot fully guess), or whether the ensuing depression turns out to be so bad things fall into chaos. We kind of agree this thing is so big we have no idea where it is going, so the only thing we can do is ride the tide. Could this descend into war? We sure hope not.
"You know in war, sometimes people have to quarter soldiers in their house."
"Well, we don't have a big house, but I guess we could if we had to. As it is, families might be having to double up at the rate everyone is losing their jobs."
"Just imagine if we had to quarter soldiers in our house." She switches on her silly-sexy voice: "What's your name, Corporal?"
"Corporal Weiner, ma'am." I give a salute.
"Well, Corporal Weiner, I imagine you had a rough day on the field. What ever can I do to help you?"
"Well, I suppose a massage would be helpful."
"Like this?" She pulls off my boxers and starts stroking me.
"Yes, ma'am, that feels great."
"I hope that helps, Corporal Weiner. How about you, Private ... ?"
"Er, Dick. Private Harold Dick, ma'am."
"That's interesting, Private. You're not the first Harold Dick I've met recently. In fact, I've met a few Harry Dicks in my life, and grown quite fond of them. I'm sorry to see you got injured today. How ever can I help you?"
"Well, I uh ... I suppose some oral therapy would help my healing process."
She shifts her body and goes down on me, and I'm so excited by all this talk that I cum within a couple of minutes.
"You know, there are two more big, strong soldiers in our house." She rolls over to her nightstand - a place I stay out of, respecting her privacy - and pulls out a big dildo. "I mean, right here is Lieutenant ...?"
"Wang."
"Would you help me with the Lieutenant, Major ... ?"
"Johnson, ma'am. I'm in charge of this unit," I say, taking the dildo and slipping it inside her. I give her a deep kiss, then moving my head down to suck on her tits, all while gently sliding the dildo in and out of her, filling her with its hardness while my actual dick lies still a bit limp, recovering. While I'm doing this I'm massaging around the outside of her pussy, gently working on her clit a little as I do it. She's starting to writhe and moan.
"Ohhh ... I need a Wang and a Johnson at the same time."
"We're both here, ma'am," I reply, continuing to work the base of the dildo, and her pussy, with my hand.
"Watermelon," Cheryl asserts in her normal voice. "What I mean is I want two cocks in me."
"Which one do you want where?" I ask, assuming she means one in the ass and one in the pussy. We've tried anal a couple times before, but neither of us was very into it. We both didn't see much point of putting me up her asshole when her pussy was right there, so this request surprised me.
"I've had a lot bigger things than that in here," she said, referring to childbirth, and I realized she must be right. I'd stuck my whole hand up there to check her dilation when she was about to give birth, so I guess it must be possible. Funny how double penetrations in porn always have one cock in each hole, instead of both filling the hole that's big enough for two. I hadn't given much thought to this kind.
She needs a little help stretching out, but after a couple of minutes of working on it we get both cocks - both my Johnson and Lieutenant Wang - inside Cheryl. Soon she is whining loudly, flinging her head back and forth - I hope she doesn't wake the kids - and dampening the sheets in the most thunderous orgasm I've ever seen.
Still panting, almost gasping for air, she crawls on top of me, hungrily devouring my cock and smashing her pussy against my face. I squeeze her ass cheeks while eating her, something I know drives her wild, and as I'm spewing into her mouth, I sense her having what seems like another small orgasm.
What a great session.
Over the next few weeks, we have a lot more nights exploring fantasies, playing our little roles - sometimes with multiple imaginary men servicing her - and talking about how we might open things up.
As when Cheryl brought up the possibility of me getting with Cindy Smith, we talk about specific people we might want to try things with. Sometimes this is part of our dirty talk to get each other hot, but some nights it's more of a logistical discussion - as in, who could we hit on among the people we knew, and not have too much risk of blowback, and having word getting around that we were both sluts?
Eventually, things start really opening up again. Not all at once, and certainly not everything - it will be a very long time before we go to any concerts or big games again - but we finally get word that at last it will soon be okay to socialize in small groups.
We have many people to catch up with, but we decide to accept an invitation to spend the night with our friends Bob and Janet, who have a cabin in the woods not too far away, along with their other friends Paul and Cindy. All our kids will have an overnight babysitter back home. Six adults, full of pent-up social frustration, together in the woods ... what could happen?
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