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I have a secret. It’s a fun secret. My husband doesn’t have the slightest idea what I really do with my Friday night getaways. Those nights where I use my credit card to get a hotel, the one that his name isn’t one. The one whose bill I receive online so he can’t see what I’ve been doing. My secret may not be what you think it is though.
My husband, Derrick and I each had separate issues that added to a huge dent in the health of our marriage that started the secret. We attended therapy and spoke openly about everything. The communication was complete, and I felt happier and more secure with our marriage than I had ever been. The issues that we were facing were broached and talked about repetitively until we felt better, and a few final options were laid out. We loved each other but our marriage was suffering so immensely it was clear it would turn sour eventually, it was just a question of when.
Derrick’s issue, primarily, was impotence. He had some issues feeling confident and it created this feedback loop that would make the issue worse with every passing night in bed. My issue was vaginismus, a painful cramping in my internal muscles around my pelvic floor that made it painful to have sex. This started spontaneously one day and through testing discovered it was psychologically based and treatable only through therapy. On days he could overcome his issues, by the time he could do anything to me I would start to hurt and his issue would resurface, and we would have to stop.
The option we explored was the idea of non-monogamy. We had addressed most of our issues regarding jealousy and self-assurance in our love and decided that as long as these weren’t emotional liaisons in nature that we were okay with it. Derrick, surprisingly, was more into the idea of me having these sexual relations. The idea being I could find a smaller man that wouldn’t penetrate me the way he did so that it would be less painful. Someone willing to be gentle, slow, and patient with my issue. He was already into the idea of it all after daring me to flash some people on a road trip gave him a bigger reaction than he expected. He was especially turned on by the fact that I would be seeking a small lover. He spoke in therapy about how it would turn him on if I talked about it, describing in detail what happened, something I felt I could do.
He was a solid six and a half inches and decently thick, but always had body issues because I made the mistake of telling him my ex was bigger when he asked. Don’t be honest about that ladies, your man is the biggest you’ve seen. Hearing this already would turn him on but hearing about it and hearing how big and huge he is, he said would give him confidence and would make him feel good about himself.
So, having this arrangement you may wonder why it’s a secret, what I put on my credit card that Derrick doesn’t know about and doesn’t have the bill for. He knows about my getaways on Friday once a month, but what he doesn’t know is this. I haven’t had sex with anyone but him…
During my getaways, I use all the discounts I know of to get a good deal on a hotel to have as much of my budget to do me. We set aside money for a higher-end hotel, a nice evening out, and some spending cash. Stretching this out I would have a nice day of spas, massages, hairstylists, and shopping. The unnamed lover that would “ravish” me was a massaging wand. I would use it around the lips gently to get myself everywhere I needed to go, opting to go to my favorite erotica website lush stories, and reading myself silly until I was ready to pass out.
When I would return home, I would regale Derrick with tails about the tiny penis that my pathetic little side boy had and how he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. We had worked with the sex therapist on how to approach sex and he was learning to respond to me and go slowly. Now my painful gasps of “ouch, that hurts, you’re too big” didn’t affect his issue. He learned to pause here, and I would lean into his ears and spew out smut while my body relaxed, and he was able to maintain his erection.
He never asked to have a female lover. This wasn’t something that concerned me. It would have been easier, and I wouldn’t have to do all this sneaking around about my sneaking around if he would have just taken a woman. I suggested a few that I knew found him physically attractive but did not like his personality, but he was more into the idea of me doing it.
So here I was. Me, pretending to have sex with a small penis wielding man named Terry, Derrick getting off to what was essentially pieces of the naughtiest vixen stories I could find on the internet also not having sex with anyone else. We had agreed to nonmonogamy and here we were secretly in a monogamous relationship.
A few months into our new adventure Derrick was sitting on the couch. I was turned on, mainly using my vibrator I still craved having something inside of me, that feeling of fullness, and the warmth that would make me glow when he would cum inside of me. I looked over at him, standing up and standing next to the couch staring. He looked at me sideways and I parted my hair over my right ear with my hand, the sign I wanted it.
He looked at me and smiled as I got down on my knees. He slid sideways so that he was still laying on his back in the corner of the couch, but I could crawl between his legs. I parted them with a gentle push on his knees. He was wearing some athletic shorts and his hardened thighs were showing well past his knees. I took my palms that were pressed onto his knees and lifted my hands up onto my fingernails. I ran those up and down his legs using a light pressure that made him shiver.
I could see he was starting to stir, so I let out these soft moans through my teeth while I bit at my lip. He was liking this show. I started to shake my shoulders slightly, allowing the corner of my bra to pop over my arm.
“Oh baby,” I said with a throaty whisper, “I want you so bad!”
He was starting to breathe heavily and placed his strong hand on top of my head. I always felt so reassured whenever he touched me, and it was starting to make me tingle. This man’s heart was mine.
“Do you… want to hear a little story,” I asked in a kittenish voice, giving my biggest dimply smile.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Why don’t you take it out and we’ll see?”
I bit my lower lip and undid his pants, pulling them down and off along with his boxers. He was standing at half-mast, and I got in closer between his legs, running my fingernails along his thighs again. I pulled my hands back and placed them on the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off, tossing it onto the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he appreciated it, his heartbeat making his dick jump up and down.
“So, tell me know, do you want to hear about my last Friday night?”
His cock was getting a little harder.
“I think I do,” he said with a smile.
“Well,” I reached my hand out gently wrapping my hands around the base of his cock.
“This guy was a little different. I don’t know if you want to hear about it actually…”
I looked away pretending to be nervous about him hearing it. His cock started pulsing a little more.
“Well I guess someone DOES want to hear… okay… well with my issues you have to go slow and I’m still a naughty girl and I’ve been craving some hard, fast sex...”
He was eating out of the palm of my hands at this.
“So, I found a guy with a special cock… his cock,” I giggled a little, knowing he would eat it up, “it was only three inches!”
He smiled, now standing full and slightly throbbing. I ran my hand up his velvety hardness, having perfected my hand techniques when I felt bad about not being able to have fast sex. I milked it, massaging it around the parts he told me were most sensitive. He loved hard pressure and a soft pull to the side at the base of his cock, and gentle pulsing pressure up to the tip, a light almost not at all touch to the tip, and back down.
“Poor little guy was so eager. I had to make sure he jerked off before meeting me in the room so he wouldn’t cum the second I took my clothes off. Little guy wouldn’t have been able to handle it.”
He let out a soft moan and I leaned forward, blowing hot air on the tip of his cock, moving down the shaft and to his balls making sure to get my lips as close to his cock as I could without actually making contact. This made him shudder harder than I expected.
“I was wearing the dress. You know the one,” I looked into his eyes making extended eye contact whenever I could.
“The black dress. The one that goes almost up to my butt,” I leaned forward and kissed the tip as I said this. “the one that goes to my shoulders leaving my arms completely exposed.”
I never dressed like this in public, I’m a skinny jeans, converse, and hoodie girl.
“I was wearing those leggings that you like, the ones with all those swirling patterns. I was waiting for him in the hotel and since I wasn’t going out, I decided to not even bother with the shoes. Less time wasted getting undressed,” I emphasized the undress with a lower whisper.
I put his cock into my mouth, sucking on the tip, rocking up and down half an inch all over those sensitive nerves.
“When he showed up, I made sure he knew exactly who was in charge. I made him strip down to his boxers. Ha, you could barely even see his erection through them! Well, I didn’t see it for a while, so I tried extra hard to be a bad girl and help the little guy out. I put on a nice, sexy song and danced for him.
I started working down lower, holding the base of his cock to keep it steady as I relaxed and took more and more into my throat.
Pulling off I looked at him in the eyes again. My eyes had teared up a little from having him poke me in the throat and I left them, he had said in some weird way it was sexy.
“I took off my dress and thank god he did jerk off because he said he was almost ready to come right there.”
I started jerking him off a little more firmly, maintaining my lusty eye contact.
“Then I let him have a little something and he stripped off the rest. He was so greedy with those hands. I was exposed in seconds, think about that, your poor little wife and this guy just ripped off my leggings, bra, and panties.”
I started to suck his cock again, this time working on it for a minute taking my time to go slow and firmly, pushing hot air in my mouth whenever I needed to breathe out, pushing the rest of the air out of my nose so I could keep my lips sealed around his skin.
“He took off his boxers and that’s when I saw it. It was smaller than you are when you’re soft. So, I gave him a… small… blowjob, he put his hand on my hair that I had put up on a bun and I pushed it away and let him know that belonged to my husband,” I winked at him.
He was starting to get closer now. I put my hands into my shorts and started to rub at myself to get myself as close as possible.
“I brought him to the bed, and he had to pull out one of those extra small condoms because I didn’t have one small enough. I did get the fast sex out of it. He didn’t fill me like you can though, so it was nowhere near what it’s like with you. He pounded away at me like I haven’t been pounded in a while. It was pretty thin too, so it felt good.”
At this Derrick couldn’t stand it any longer and stood up, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.
“Ahh! Be careful silly,” I giggled.
He placed me on the bed, working it in slowly. I had hovered close to coming while I sucked him off and he was close. He worked his way in, and I could feel myself stretch and respond to him. I leaned in and he kissed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I grasped at his hair as he worked down and kissed around my nipples.
He kept going, giving me that soft slow pleasure I actually craved. I was so close, I came after a few seconds, moaning in his ear and tickling his spine to push him over the edge.
I could feel his come filling me inside, burning white-hot. The heat carrying itself up my belly and making me feel truly filled.
He pulled out with shaking breath, his arms twitching as he hovered over me in a blank. I could feel him slowly deflate as he carefully pulled out.
“I love you, baby,” I whispered into his ear.
“I love you, too, baby.”
We laid there and he put his head on my chest and I just ran my hands through his hair while he breathed resting on my breasts.
“So… you said no pictures, but we did talk about maybe me watching some time,” Derrick said.
“Uhm, yeah…”
This made me feel a little queasy. I mean we went through therapy and I really was okay with him having sex, but I was personally reluctant to have sex with anyone else.
“Well, I have a friend who really likes to eat pussy. They’re bisexual and I don’t have any feelings for them, but I am interested in it and well…”
“Yeah?”
Oh god here it comes.
“Well per the agreement I was going to show you some pictures and see what you thought. He’s pretty hot.”
HE?
“Oh… Okay.”
I took the phone. I forget, the bisexual superpower of invisibility, forgetting he told me this all before we were married.
I looked at the phone swiping through the pictures. He was pretty hot. One of those gym rats who want to look like Ryan Reynolds with those tight little muscles and that stupid ass that looks so damn good.
“So, what do you think,” he asked.
“Well, he is pretty hot. So, what… I mean what are you looking for?”
“Well, I’m interested in watching. I know you need a smaller guy, so he would just be eating you out. Then he and I would do a little oral, but after that, he would just be watching unless you wouldn't mind it going another way...”
So far, not nearly as bad as I thought.
“Yeah, I think I can do that.”
The night arrived and his friend showed up. He was wearing jeans with rolled-up cuffs, and casual boots with a neon blue and green flannel. A walking stereotype.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” he said leaning in and kissing me on the cheek.
“Oh! Uhm, nice to meet you, too,” I kissed back awkwardly.
We moved to the living room and made some small talk, how he and my husband knew each other, what kind of things he was interested in, movies and tv, your typical boring getting to know you conversation.
This was all new territory. I wasn’t keen on having sex with anyone else but this was just being eaten out so I could do it. My skin was pink and getting darker with time. I kept sipping my wine, now onto my third refill. I wanted to get good and loose before anything had started.
“So,” Derrick said, “Why don’t we get things started.”
I reached for my shirt, thinking he was going to have me take it off when his friend, Ed, took Derricks shirt off, leaning forward placing his hand on the back of Derrick’s head and kissing him.
Something happened inside of me that I hadn’t felt in a while. The tightness started to loosen, the spasming lessened. I felt… GOOD!
Derrick looked over at me and smiled, “I think she likes that.”
Ed looked over, “Yeah, probably not as much as she’s going to like what’s next though.”
They kept kissing and I couldn’t stand it much longer, taking my shirt off and tossing it onto the clothing pile on the floor, quickly followed by my bra. The boys looked over; I could see the outline in their pants pulsing a bit faster after the girls came out.
Ed pulled off, my husband biting his lower lip as he crawled over to me. I had sat back down on the couch cross-legged watching the scene play out. He stood up on his knees and unbuttoned his flannel, tossing it onto the pile along with the shirt he was wearing beneath that. He was lithe, his abs not excessively thick, looked like they were drawn on.
He put his hands on my legs and lifted them up onto his shoulders as his hands reached forward to undo the button and pull down the zipper. This was it, no going back. He pulled the shorts along with my underwear off in one motion, moving back letting me have my legs back. I pulled them off of his shoulders and spread them wide. I felt good inside, relaxed in a way I hadn’t in years.
I looked over at my husband who had been shedding clothes like a fiend. He was gently stroking himself.
Ed leaned forward and kissed my thigh, “Do you like this?” he asked.
I nodded my head, breathing fast I was unable to answer back verbally.
He kissed a little higher up, “And how about this?”
Nodding again, I whispered out yes, my cheeks starting to turn a bit more red. Looking at Derrick then to my wine, he got the signal and handed me a full glass. I took a huge swig, setting it down to sip on if I needed to relax any more.
He kissed just above the top of my lips, looking up and saying quietly, “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I nodded whispering back.
I looked over at Derrick and gave him a lusty look. I guess I had always just assumed if he wanted someone else, he would want a girl, never considering his bisexuality. I was reluctant to try this but now that I was here something was overtaking me. Watching Derrick kiss a guy was… hot!
He started to put on a condom while Ed started to lick me. He really was great at this, listening to my body and giving me everything. Derrick positioned himself behind Ed and started pushing into him. Now I was really getting there, and before I realized it all the tension was gone. Derrick could fuck me rough right there and I would be ready for it. Something was happening inside of me and I loved it. I was on fire watching him take this other man.
He started fucking him slowly at first, allowing Ed to get used to it while he moaned into my pussy, hot breath making me tingle with every buck. Once he had gotten accustomed to the size, he started giving it to him like he had wanted to give it to me. I thought about it and smiled. My husband was getting off watching me get eaten out by another guy, and I was getting turned on watching him fuck another guy, and he was good at fucking. Not where I thought my night was going to go.
I started breathing heavy, grabbing Ed by the hair as he focused on what he was doing to make me breathe that way. I started to cum first, not able to keep it down any longer and letting out some heavy gasps and moans. Ed came second, dumping his load onto the floor while Derrick pushed into him, pulling out slowly keeping care to make sure the condom stayed on.
We all looked at each other then started laughing uncontrollably. We just did that. We just had a threesome, and not at all what I thought we would be having for a threesome. I got the kind of attention I needed, Ed got what he needed apparently, and Derrick got what he needed. Add to that I was now loosened up and ready for Derrick.
This was going to be fun.
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