I'd had a drink, not enough so that I didn't know what I was doing, or was incapable of doing what I was doing, but enough not to give a fuck about what I was doing!!
I had drank enough to be belligerent about it, enough to not care about being caught and what she would say or do; and certainly enough to stand my ground and speak my mind.
My hand moved rhythmically up and down my swollen cock, as I lay in bed next to my sleeping wife of 27 years. Not the sort of thing I would randomly do with my wife there next to me. I would usually do this when she wasn't there, watching porn, or just fantasising on my own. I had never just openly jerked myself off while she slept, for fear of her waking up and having to face the music - as I said though, now I didn't give a fuck.
It had been months since I last managed to fuck her, as she now she shunned every attempt I made. I was so angry, and horny; the booze giving me the bravado to stick two proverbial fingers up at her by playing with myself right next to her, my own pathetic show of defiance.
I knew I would disturb her as my motions grew faster and my thoughts ever more erotic, as I got closer to climax. Sure enough, she stirred, then opened her eyes. At first she said nothing, probably wrestling with the idea of ignoring me and pretending to still be asleep, but then she must have decided otherwise.
"What do you think you're doing" she said with disdain clear in her voice.
"What the fuck does it look like? I'm satisfying myself because you wont let me near you; so shoot me I'm human."
My hand continued it's work.
"You're not human your sick; some kind of fucking pervert, you disgust me."
"Is that right? Well I reckon you're the one with issues, cos most of humanity gets themselves off at some point or other, and that puts you in a minority. I'm horny, but can't fuck my wife cos she won't let me, so what else should I do; go and fuck someone else?"
"You mean like you want me to? I bet that's what you're thinking about now isn't it? I bet your lying there playing with yourself while fantasising about your wife fucking some other guy again - go on deny it - your just twisted."
"I won't deny it, yes I was, I was dreaming about you being fucked by another guy, absolutely. It turns me on, and I am not ashamed, nor am I far from alone in thinking these things. Its normal, you're not - actually no that's not true, you just pretend you hate the idea, you just take the moral high ground, when you know it turns you on too, your just a hypocrite, at least I'm honest about it."
She was about to protest, about to tell me I was vile, that she would never have such disgusting urges, but I surprised her.
It happened so quick she couldn't stop me, I had deftly taken my hand off my cock, and slid it between her legs, inserting two fingers straight inside her pussy, moving them slowly deeper. She recoiled and tried to clamp her legs closed, but it was too late. "What the fuck are you doing you bastard".
"It's funny" I said. "Funny, you say that my fantasises about you and other men make you sick yet your pussy is so wet, even from a brief mention of it. I was able to slip two fingers inside you without any trouble, normally your cunts drier that the Gobi desert, but just a mention of you getting screwed by another guy and your fanny salivates like a fat guys mouth contemplating a gourmet meal - your a fraud."
"Fuck you, you have no fucking clue, you're just wishing that's the case because it's your obsession not mine. I can't stand you touching me anymore because you make me cringe."
"Really?" My fingers were still inside her, working slowly up and down.
"Here's what I think. I think you don't have sex with me not because of what I am, or because I make you cringe, but because it reminds you of what I am not, or what you really want - you stay away from sex, because you know if we fucked more often, then you would have to face up to your real urges, your real desires, you are scared that your guard will drop and that you will give in and actually go along with my fantasises and fuck another guy, and the thought of actually doing that is driving you crazy, so you avoid sex with me, to avoid those feelings, to avoid the urges."
I pulled my fingers from her cunt and put them to her nose. "Look how wet they are, smell your womanhood, smell your arousal you lying bitch, look at your nipples."
Even through her pyjama top you could see how erect and rock hard they were.
"The thought of you fucking another guy, a well-endowed guy, a guy who would fill you, and fulfil you, in every possible way, a guy who would take all that pent up frustration and longing away and turn it in to pure pleasure just by the act of fucking you is all you think about, your just full of shit. I bet that you have an image in your head right now of a guy between your legs, sliding his big, hard cock inside your weeping pussy, making everything alright. Is he a white guy, or is he a black guy? Why not a black guy, cos we all know a white girl has to try a BBC at least once, its like a right of passage. Go on admit it, if there was guy in this room right now with a beautiful hard-on, wanting to fuck you like you have never been fucked before, you would open your legs wider than the fucking Nile and plead with him to use you, because you don't just want this to happen you need it to happen."
She was stunned...
