A small break from the blog’s usual captions about fictional scenarios: I’d like to share what happened this morning.
My wife and I have a slightly-open relationship; she knows that infidelity and partner-sharing are turn-ons for me, though we don’t do much of it. She’s hooked up with other women while we’ve been married, we’ve had public sex in sex clubs for other people to watch, and I generally get off on the idea of other people enjoying her. But we’re also plenty satisfied with each other, and our proclivities toward openness aren’t the key driver of our sexualities, so it’s generally just background noise in our sex lives, the same as lots of small stuff we do, like bdsm, queer play, taking pictures, etc.
This morning, we woke up a little on the late side. We kissed, and she said, “I wish we had time to have sex, but we have to get up. But I kept having sex dreams all night.”
“Anything good?” I asked. She paused.
“Well, I had a dream I was cheating on you with another guy.” she looked over to gauge my reaction. “Does that upset you?”
“Not at all!” I said. “Was it hot?”
She nodded. “Yeah. In my dream, it was a totally secret thing I was doing. I had this secret boyfriend on the side. It was hot to sneak around.”
I could feel myself starting to get hard. I pushed my hips up against her. “That’s really fucking hot,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” she smiled at me. “Would you let me do that? Have someone else?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I mean, I’d love to be involved too, or at least watch you, but the idea of sharing you turns me on a little.”
“It wouldn’t make you too jealous?” she asked.
“I think it would,” I said, “but the jealousy is sort of.. part of the turn-on.”
“Well,” she said, “I don’t know that it would happen. I mean, I love being with women, but it’s rare that I find any other guys very attractive.”
“Well, if you do, the option’s there.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked playfully, reaching under the covers to grab my now-fully-hard cock. “I could bring a boy home?”
I pushed my hips up, fucking her hand a little. “If you want. Yeah.”
Her eyes twinkled. “What if I brought someone home and fucked him in the spare bedroom?” Her hand squeezed my cock a little tighter.
“God, that would turn me on,” I said. “I would probably be lying here stroking myself, hearing someone else fucking you.”
“Mmm,” she purred. “You know, Matt was talking about visiting us sometime.”
Matt, her ex, lives several states away. They stayed friends after they broke up, and I’ve met him, and he seems like a nice enough guy. He and his wife also have an open marriage.
“Are you thinking about fucking Matt if he visits?” I asked. Her hand moved up and down my shaft.
“Mm-hm,” she said, nodding, looking down at my cock in her hand. Her eyes still averted shyly, she said, “He actually asked me about it.”
“Yeah?” I asked, thrusting my hips gently into her hand. I put my hand on her hip. I could see a sly little smile on her face.
“Yeah, he said he’d love to come visit. His wife probably can’t get away from work, but he could come see us.” She looked back up to my eyes. “He asked if I thought you would be okay with us… having some fun.”
I gripped her hip tighter, pulling myself against her. The tip of my cock was throbbing against her thigh. “I would be okay with that,” I said. “I would love to see you two.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling. “I’ll let him know he can fuck me.”
I sat up, pushing her leg to the side, kneeling between her thighs, my cock throbbing. “I know we don’t have time right now,” I said, “But I am so turned on.”
A devilish glint came into her eyes. “Fuck me quick, then,” she said. “Cum in me.”
I slid my cock against her pussy lips and pushed into her. Her wetness felt perfect as each inch of my cock slid in. “You’re so fucking hot,” I said, and she smiled. She knew she was. “Come on, we don’t have a lot of time,” she said. “Fuck me.”
I gripped her hips and fucked her hard against the bed while she closed her eyes, smiling, breathing hard, moaning. Was she thinking about him or me? It was less than five minutes before I came, filling her full of me.
“Lick me,” she whispered, and I slid down between her legs. My tongue flicked against her clit and I pushed my fingers inside her. I could taste cum against my mouth as she bucked her hips against me, her hand gripping the hair on the back of my head. I heard one final moan as I felt the pulse of her pussy around my fingers, squeezing as she came.
I moved back up to her face and kissed her. We lay there, breathing hard, holding each other.
“Fuck,” she said. “That was fucking hot.”