Hard Truth
A simple snicker changes things for a husband and wife.
Author's note: this story explores interracial sex and the issue of marital infidelity - whether a husband and wife can realistically spend years (or a lifetime) together without ever experiencing sexual relations outside their marriage. It could have been posted under the "Loving Wives" category as easily as "Interracial Love".
Please vote, then in the Comments section, or through Feedback, briefly answer whether you or your partner has ever strayed. We would love to hear some details on who "cheated" with who, and how. If you have remained faithful to your spouse, tell us how and why.
If I get enough responses, I'll edit them into a compilation and post it. Your stories don't need to be interracial, although I'm sure that visitors to this site would love to read about your affairs in black and white!
Hard Truth
It all started on Brad and Holly Moore's 20
th
wedding anniversary with a giggle, a little white lie, and a nagging truth.
Holly Moore was 39 years old but could easily pass for 30. In fact, she and her 18-year-old daughter, Kimberly, were often mistaken for sisters, almost identical right down to their curly black hair, bouncy big tits, naturally full lips and well-tanned complexions.
If you asked Holly or Brad whether they were happy in their marriage the answer from both would have been "Sure. Happy enough." They lived comfortably and were considerate and polite with each other. They had pleasurable sex about once a week, most weeks. Brad was satisfied with his love life and Holly never once complained.
After a nice dinner out, and some drinks, Holly and Brad returned home to wrap up their anniversary celebration in bed. Again, sex was not what it was two decades earlier, when they were "crazy mad in love" and eager to acquire and hone their love-making skills together.
The couple started slowly. Brad kissed Holly and began to unsnap her bra, a skill that he never quite mastered to the point where he could free Holly's luscious breasts without a bit of fumbling. With the bra finally out of the way, Brad advanced to "step-two" of their lovemaking routine. Holly was more turned on than Brad and she reached one hand down to tug off Brad's white cotton underwear. Brad took the cue and pulled Holly's red silk panties down and off in one motion. What followed was a few minutes of fondling and caressing.
Holly wrapped her dainty fingers around Brad's stiffening penis and began to jack her husband's dick, an action that normally brought a very favorable response. It was normal for Brad to dribble a good amount of precum, but it was immediately obvious that he was a little dry that evening.
Without a moment's hesitation, and as if it was common practice, Holly swung her body around until she had Brad's dick directly in front of her face. Brad had no objection, thinking that his wife was going to treat him to a somewhat rare blow job. Holly inched her face closer to Brad's dick and when she pursed her lips and lifted her chin, Brad thought she was preparing to suck his member into her mouth. He was surprised when Holly proceeded to unceremoniously spit on his erection.
"Ssspetuuey!" It took about 30 seconds for Holly to produce another mouthful of warm slobber, then she spat on Brad's dick two more times. "Ssspetuuey!" "Ssspetuuey!"
The rapid-fire frothy wads drenched Brad's joystick. Brad watched in near amazement as Holly then slid her hand up and down on his sloppy shaft. With a satisfied smile, and a trail of spittle on her face, Holly began briskly jacking Brad with her well lubricated grip, saying, "there, that should do it! Now hurry up and fuck me!"
Brad always did his best to satisfy Holly, although he fell short (pun intended) from time to time. When he heard her say, "Hurry up and fuck me!" he did exactly that to the best of his ability.
As he pressed his stiff dick into Holly's warm and welcoming pussy, Brad moaned and said nothing, but he had to wonder where Holly had acquired that lubrication technique. The couple had, on occasion, used K-Y lube but never had Holly improvised with saliva. His wife's hand, gliding up and down Brad's dick, felt awfully good though, so Brad was not about to make it an issue.
It maybe felt a little too good because after only a few minutes Brad whispered to Holly that he was going to cum soon. Holly had not had an orgasm and knew that Brad's blast-off would not wait for her, so she very sweetly said, "It's okay Brad, I'm ready whenever you are."
Almost immediately, Brad began pistoning his dick in and out of Holly's slimy slit, moaning almost to the point of a whimper. Holly really did not feel it coming, but she knew when Brad had cum by his familiar and somewhat unique animalistic grunting.
Umph! Umph! Umph! Umph!
Holly knew it was over. A little obligatory cuddling in the afterglow, then the couple could roll over and get some sleep.
But, for a few minutes they talked. Brad spoke nostalgically about all their years together and how they had been devoted to each other over two decades. Holly was slightly inebriated from that extra wine at dinner as she listened to her husband reminisce about their long relationship. Following her mostly satisfying round of sex with her husband, Holly was feeling giddy and maybe a little too carefree. Being under the influence, she was easily amused. That is when it happened. It was a tiny little laugh, barely half a giggle really.
As they lay naked together on their bed, Brad gave his wife an extra squeeze and he lovingly uttered, "the years have passed so fast. It's hard to believe that it's just been me and you, 'forsaking all others' as we promised at our wedding 20 years ago tonight."
Quietly - almost under her breath - Holly let out a subtle laugh. Brad picked up on the laugh right away. It was the kind of responsive giggle that says "now that's funny". It would generally follow something that was not meant to be taken seriously.
But Brad did take it seriously and he silently asked himself, "Was that a titter from Holly, or a snicker? Why would Holly snicker at the idea that, as husband and wife, we've been faithful to each other during our long marriage?"
When they first married neither Brad nor Holly were very skilled at sex, since they lost their virginity to one another and seemingly learned everything they knew from each other. Or at least that is what Brad always thought. He always assumed that Holly was just naturally a more sensual sort of person, more intuitive, and a "faster study" in the ways of lovemaking.
Every now and then, when they were in bed, Holly would get a little frisky and she'd say "Honey, let's try something..." That's when Brad knew that he was in for a new experience that he'd undoubtedly enjoy. Maybe something a little kinky and crazy.
A couple of times, like when Holly suggested that she and Brad orally stimulate themselves and each other in what she called a "69", or the first time that Holly used the word "rimming" and proceeded to lick Brad's ass hole with her tongue. And just a few minutes earlier, Holly had shown him how to use saliva as a makeshift lube.
Brad once asked Holly what inspired those naughty, but oh so nice, behaviors. Holly's fall-back excuse was to credit her nymphomaniac friend, which was totally plausible since the woman loved to talk sex with Holly, or anyone else who would listen. But still, Brad had to wonder.
So that night, on their anniversary, Brad smiled sweetly as he embraced his bride of two decades and he gently inquired, "why is that funny, the idea that you and I have been exclusive and faithful for all the years of our marriage?"
Holly stopped dead in her tracks and mentally uttered a silent "uh-oh" as her brain scrambled to smooth things over.
Holly nervously restated Brad's question. "Why is it funny? I don't know what you're getting at, Brad. It just struck me kinda silly for some stupid reason."
As tipsy as she was, Holly knew that she had just screwed up and needed to assuage Brad's unexpected concern. She was sober enough to know that her unintentional response had struck a sour note with her husband. Brad pressed her for an answer. "Just tell me, what was so funny about what I said?"
"Baby, let's forget the whole thing," Holly urged, between a series of little kisses intended to disarm Brad. "I guess it just tickled my funny bone - the thought that neither of us has laid one finger on another person in 20 years."
When Holly looked Brad in the eyes, lying naked on their bed, she could tell that he was seeing right through her and he was going to be persistent in his pursuit of the truth, as much as she wanted to change the subject and move along.
"Does all this really matter, Brad? We love each other, that's all that matters, right?"
Brad responded, "It should be all that matters, but when you break out laughing after I mention that we've been true to each other for 20 years I have to wonder why. I have to wonder whether you have a secret or two that you've never let me in on."
Holly's nervousness began to morph into annoyance and she became more defensive.
"You're telling me you haven't been tempted by someone else, not even once, in all these years? Really?" she asked.
Brad's answer was candid, and for Holly, unexpected. "No Holly. Of course not! I haven't so much as looked at another woman. Does that really surprise you? What about you? Can say the same thing about maybe looking at another man?!"
To escape the growing hole that she was digging herself into, Holly thought quickly and said, "Oh, don't be silly. You're ruining our anniversary with this nonsense!" Good night!" She gave Brad a quick peck on the lips, said she was tired, turned over and pretended to doze. It was not a very restful sleep, though. She was quite the restless floppy fish before she finally drifted into slumber. Brad knew that Holly found it hard to sleep because he was restless too, trying to process what his wife said, or did not say.
Brad's Bashful Side
