I don't know what possessed me to say it. Hell, I don't know why it was in my head to begin with. For months now, my mind has been consumed by the idea of my husband fucking another woman.
It should be a bad thought, a thought that fills me with terrible shame and fear... but it isn't. Instead I am brimming with lust, practically salivating at the thought. I have to force my thoughts away from the idea just to focus on everyday tasks, and I allow my imagination to run wild each night while I suck and fuck my husband like the slut I desire to be.
Tonight, with his considerable cock stuffed in my throat, I am overwhelmed with passion. His fingers knot in my hair as he manipulates my head to fuck him, and the room is full of my wet slurping and ragged gasps, punctuated by his low masculine growls and moans of appreciation.
"Fuck, baby," he almost purrs. "What has gotten into you lately?"
I pull my mouth off of him with a pop, flashing him a devilish smile. "I have a secret," I confess as my hands and tongue continue to explore his body. I ignore his inquisitive "Oh?" for a moment as I continue to tease him, loving the way his hips buck, his hard cock trying desperately to connect with my soft lips. Finally, I tell him: "I want you to fuck another woman for me. I want you to tie me up so I can only watch you pleasure her, driving me insane with jealousy and desire. I want you to mark her, own her, without giving me much of a thought."
His face contorts first in confusion at my admission, then understanding, then lust. I give in to his desire, pulling his leg over my shoulder and shifting my position from face between his hips to underneath. With his newfound leverage, and since I've been teasing him for some time, my husband wastes no time. His rutting cock connects with my wet mouth, pushing past my lips and tongue, invading my throat again and again.
"Oh, take it. Take this cock," he pants from above me. My sweet moans are stifled by his intrusion, but I manage still to hum my pleasure around his member. My cheeks balloon as I focus on nothing else but milking his shaft and coaxing the cum from his head, and his thrusts become more frantic, shallow. He groans animalistically, trapping my head between the bed and his hips as he cums. Several heavy, salty ropes of cum fill my mouth, and I have to swallow twice or risk choking before he finally releases me, spent.
He is still for a few moments as he catches his breath beside me, and I delicately dab away the dribble of cum that escaped down my chin before taking a drink of water and cuddling up to my husband, head on his chest. I listen to his thudding heartbeat and slowing breaths in silence until he breaks it.
"So, what was that? A fantasy, or...?"
I prop my head on my arm and look at him. "Well yes, a fantasy. One I've been thinking about for entirely too long now. We don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable," I tell him. "I've got everything I need right here with you."
