05 Our Perfect Marriage Ch 05

05 Our Perfect Marriage -- Ch.05

I woke up alone in bed. My mind was full of confused thoughts and emotions. Lots of negative emotions -- jealousy, regret, inadequacy. These feelings were dominant but behind them was almost exhilaration. We had finally done it. She had finally done it. She had sex with another man. A fantasy that I had held for the longest time. The fantasy I had shared with her, the one that had become a joint fantasy.

We had spoken about it for months. Not sure how to find the right man. Then she had met someone. She was away on a girl's weekend and she had met Will. Like most men he was attracted to her. She was now over 40 and the prettiness of youth had developed into real beauty. Her body would put most younger women to shame, hard work in the gym had seen to that. She always got attention from men when we were out. Eyes following her across a room, offers to buy her a drink or to dance. She rarely encouraged the men who admired her. Occasionally she flirted but always made it clear they had no chance of things developing. But with Will it was different. She responded, admitting that after the first time she met him she wanted to bump into him again. Almost wanted him to make a move. When he did make a move she had let him kiss her. Almost gone to his room. In a strange way it was our fantasy that had stopped her going with him that night. She was worried that the scenario wouldn't be perfect for me, wouldn't be how I had seen the fantasy play out. She was probably right. It would have turned me on for her to come home and tell me the details of her night with someone else. But we would have missed the excitement of the build up. The torture that I experienced last night watching her leave the house to meet her lover. The pain and the arousal of knowing she was with someone else, imagining what they were doing.

Her rejection of him that night wasn't the end of it. A few weeks later he had got in touch. He had a business trip near our home town and he asked if she wanted to have dinner. We talked it over one night in bed. Both incredibly turned on and agreed she should meet him, both knowing we were agreeing to much more than dinner. She shared some photos of him. I could see why she responded to his advances. He was early thirties, so about 10 years younger than us. He was very good looking and in really good shape. He had sent her a picture without his top on. Not hugely muscled but very toned. I could see in her eyes how much she was attracted to him.

The photos he sent also included more explicit shots. These revealed that he was perfect for our fantasy. In the fantasy it isn't just sex with someone else. It is amazing, mind blowing sex with someone else. Better sex than I could ever give her. We both needed her lover to have a bigger cock than me. I know many men can't understand why a husband would want this for his wife. It isn't something I can explain but the thought of Maria in ecstasy as some guy fucked her deeper and harder than I ever could is my biggest turn on. I could pretend it is purely because I love her and want her to feel incredible. But that isn't the whole truth. The other part of it is what it does for me. Nothing turns me on more, and if I am being fully honest part of the turn on is the fear and jealousy that I know it will bring. The cliché of angst.

For her part she also needed a lover who was well endowed. I'm not small at around 7 inches. She didn't ever give any indication that I wasn't enough for her. But as this fantasy developed she opened up about past lovers. This had previously been taboo because of my historic jealousy, I still find it strange that I now encourage her to take a lover but back then I couldn't even hear about old boyfriends.. As we talked about her taking a lover she told me about a holiday romance when she was younger. The guy she met was over 9 inches and it was clear that sex with a big cock was something she missed. She didn't give details but she implied he wasn't the only well hung lover in her past, and in my heart I knew he wasn't the biggest. Will was certainly bigger than her holiday romance. One showed a female hand struggling to fit around the base of this penis. Her other hand holding a ruler. Clearly showing he was at least 10 inches long.

I took a breath. I thought about last night. The build up to her leaving to meet him. The surprise when she texted they were skipping dinner and heading straight to his room. Then several hours later when I got a video message. She had teased they might send me a video. The video was her staying she was spending the night. It was also Will trying to show his superiority. She thought he'd ended the call. Instead he made sure it kept running as he fucked her to a huge orgasm. Kept it running as she begged him to keep fucking her harder and deeper. Pleading with him to be rough with her, to use her. He stopped the video just before she came again. He probably wanted to make me jealous. To hurt me by giving her what I couldn't. But he had failed. I didn't know how she would be when she came home to me. But that video was confirmation he had given her what I wanted from the fantasy. Great, passionate sex with someone else. I needed her to love it. That was the whole point. I realise most men will not understand that feeling. But for me it was a huge sexual high.

I was painfully hard. Desperate to cum. I looked at the clock. It was 730. I wondered what they were doing. I didn't have a message so I assumed she was still with him. Was he fucking her again? Was she riding him? Was she sucking his huge cock? My hand drifted down my body and grasped around my hard cock. I didn't want to but I needed to cum. Then my thoughts shifted. Imagining her asleep. Her sexy, toned naked body nestled against him. A relaxed smile in her face. Totally satisfied from the night before. It was those thoughts I hated. Him fucking her to mind blowing orgasms was a turn on. Affection felt like a punch to the stomach. Desperate to clear my mind I almost jumped out of bed. I stood in the shower. Alternating hot and cold, hoping to release some if the knot in my stomach.

As I headed downstairs I grabbed my phone and saw a text from Maria. My heart raced. I'd always imagined her coming home after being with another man. Recently she admitted it had become a huge part of the fantasy for her too. Hopefully she was on her way. Then I read the message. "Morning sexy, I had a GREAT night. We have a late checkout so we are going to have a snack. Then we'll say good bye properly 💕. Then I'll freshen up and head home. Be home around lunchtime. Love you. Looking forward to sharing the details. M." Then a second message "don't make yourself cum!!!! M x."

The morning dragged on. Every car that went passed the house made me look out of the window. I must have checked my phone 50 times. Finally at about 1230 I heard a car door close in the drive. Looking out of the window I saw an uber pull away and Maria walking up the drive. I'd read tens of stories about this moment. Wives and girlfriends coming home half dressed. Hair a mess, make up smudged. The "just fucked" look. Perhaps walking in a way that betrayed the night of sex they had experienced. But not Maria. Sure, she looked a little tired. But she positively glowed and looked as sexy and elegant as ever.

I stood in the kitchen waiting for the door to open. I was worried. Scared that her eyes would indicate something had changed. Maybe physically - during the video Will had promised to leave her addicted to big cock. Maybe emotionally -- he had also promised to leave her desperate to see him again. Then she walked in. She saw me immediately. Her beautiful face breaking into a natural smile. Her eyes sparkling with love as she quickly walked over to me. Her arms went around my waist and she looked up. "I love you. Thank you for last night." Then she kissed me gently on the lips and then kissed me harder. "I can't wait to tell you about it. Can't wait to fuck the man I love."

I kissed her back. " I want to hear every detail. Shall we go upstairs?" My hands roamed over her body. Impatiently my hand cupped her breast, gently pinching her nipple and then harder.

She inhaled sharply "Gently, I'm a little tender." Then with a sexy smile "and not just my nipples."

"Ok, I'll be gentle." My hands moving down her body to the bottom of her skirt then up. Planning to hook her panties and start to claim her back. She sensed my surprise when my hands just felt bare flesh. She whispered "Will has them. Partly a souvenir and partly because we both thought if would be hot for him to send me home to you with no panties."

I gently cupped her buttock. As ever I was amazed how she could feel so firm yet so soft. I was as gentle as I could be. Remembering the vicious slaps Will had given her during the video last night. I then slowly moved my hands around, over her hips. Letting my fingers trace under her naval before gently caressing her inner thighs. I was desperate to touch her. To start claiming her back. She was hardly breathing, she slowly parted her legs to allow me to reach my goal. Assuming she was tender after last night I kept my touch as gentle as possible. She kissed me. Then looked me in the eye as I started to touch her pussy. She felt slick and I realised it wasn't just her being turned on. She kissed me. "We ended up saying goodbye again after I showered. I was going to have another shower but he convinced me not to. It turned him on to send me home like this. Especially with no panties. I can't believe how it made me feel in the cab. Like such a slut. So dirty so hot." Then she giggled. "Lucky for me there wasn't too much. If it had been like the first time he came last night....."

I'd imagined her coming home and being able to tell she had been with another man. The scent of his cologne maybe. She had teased me about how if would feel to kiss her knowing she had given him a blow job, made him cum in her mouth. I had heard about wives coming home in this state. It hadn't been a fantasy but I could feel my heart pounding. I kissed her hard. My finger sliding deeper into her pussy.

Firmly but gently she pushed me back. Staring at me. Looking into my soul. She gave me a sexy smile. "Maybe another time. I'm going to take a bath. Then you and I are going to bed."

I moved back closer, tried to kiss her. She held me off. "Would it turn you on? It would turn Will on if I let you.... But no, let's not take this there." She stepped towards me. She moved her hand down my body. She gripped my erection and sighed with desire. She then let go and moved her hand to her sex. Looking down I could see her hand slide back and forth, sliding one then two fingers into her used pussy. Pushing me back again she moved her hand up her body, between us. Her fingers were slick, almost shiny with a combination of hers and Will's passion. Sexily she kissed her two fingers and then sucked them. I could feel my cock throb with this sight that I had never imagined. Then she grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me close. Then she kissed me. A big open mouth kiss. "Give me 30 minutes to take a bath. I need to let my body recover. I also need to let my mind slow down. I feel like every sense and emotion is on fire." She walked away towards the stairs. The she looked back. "Then let me tell you about my night."

I sat impatiently at the kitchen island. Staring at the clock I hoped it was time, but half had passed. I didn't think I could wait another 15 minutes. I smiled to myself at that. I'd waited nearly 18 hours for her to return but now I couldn't wait a quarter of a hour. But then Maria came to my rescue. "I'm done. Come upstairs."

I walked deliberately up the stairs determined not to rush. I walked into the bedroom. Maria was still in the ensuite. "Lie down on the bed." She told me through the door. I did as I was told and then fixed my gaze on the door.

She walked out naked. Looking as sexy as ever. But marked by last night. I'd seen Will being rough with her on the video call. I'd heard her asking him to be rougher to slap her ever harder. The results were visible on her perfect body. I could see some red marks on her thighs and a deeper red on her right buttock. Nail marks, almost bruises on her hips where he had gripped her. On her left collar bone was a small love bite, another sign post of her night with Will.

"Are you ok?" i stammered. "Did he hurt you?" My desire had gone. I felt shock. Anger towards him. Then guilt.

But then she smiled and said. "Yes I am ok. Yes he hurt me. I wanted it. It still hurts a little now" she continued as her hand gently stroked her marked bum. "I loved it. I love that I can still feel his hands on me."

I must have looked crestfallen. "But not as much as I love being home with you."

She walked to the bed. Her eyes locked with mine. Despite her long night of sex I could see passion and excitement in her eyes. For both of us, her returning and sharing her story was part of the fantasy. She sat next to me on the bed then turned to take something out of the bed side cabinet. As ever I marvelled at her body. Feminine but toned. Her tight abs visible as she twisted. Her breasts perfect and pert as she bent down. Usually I would have reached out. Unable to resist contact. But I held back. Partly sensing that she wanted to take control. Partly as my eyes scanned the marks he had left on her body.

She turned to me. A small bottle of lube in her hand. "Lie back. Let me start my story. I will need sex later but right now I want you to relax. I want to make you cum." With that she kissed me gently and whispered I love you. She placed the lube behind her and slowly stroked my face before letting her nails trace lines down my body. "I'm going to tell you everything about last night. What I was thinking, how it felt, what I thought. No holds barred. If it is too much tell me and I will stop. I'm not going to pretend it was better than if was to turn you on. And I won't understate anything to save your ego. If it is too much tell me. But before I begin, is there anything you need to know now? This has been a fantasy of yours for a long time. You've had all night and morning with your thoughts. Is there anything you want to ask before I start?"

I gulped. Unsure what to say. Maria's hand continued to trace lines on my body. Her head was bowed. I was about to tell her no when she looked up. I started to ask some questions.

"Are you happy to did It? That you went through with It?" I asked.

She kissed me and simply said "Yes."

"You were with him for longer than I expected. How many times did you have sex?" I mumbled.

She looked at me. I could see her thinking. "I'm not sure. I mean, it depends how I think about it. But 5 maybe 6 times?"

"Did he make you cum every time?"

"Yes" no hesitation, "he made me cum a lot. Don't ask me how many times. I couldn't really guess." She gently kissed my neck.

I know she could sense how hard I had become. But she kept her hands away, stroking my torso.

Now I had started I had a million questions. "Do you want to do this again?"

She propped herself up on her elbow. "Ask me that again after I've finished my story. Let me tell you everything that happened."

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I walked out of the house, then sat in the taxi in a trance. I was so close to backing out. But then before I knew it I was at his hotel. I was early. I headed to the bar thinking I would have a drink to steady my nerves. When I walked in I saw Will at the bar. He didn't see me. The nerves were overwhelming. I sort sidestepped out of view and decided to compose myself. I looked over to where we was. He looked really good. Dark trousers and nice white shirt. But I also noticed how nervous he appeared. Constantly checking his watch, fidgeting almost. I know women are supposed to like confidence but I found his vulnerability as much of a turn on as his looks. I stepped back into view and walked over.

He saw me straightaway and stood up to greet me. Last time he had seen me, when he kissed me, he seemed so smooth. But last night he wasn't like that. When I walked over he awkwardly went to shake my hand, it made me laugh, and like him more. I ignored his hand a kissed him on the cheek. Probably letting my kiss and my body linger more that was needed. That seemed to relax him. Give him some swagger back. He bought me a glass of wine and we tried to make some small talk. We didn't sit in silence but I have no idea what we said. Some flirty compliments I guess. But I could feel my heart pounding. Nerves being replaced by sexual tension. Any thoughts of backing out long gone.

As we finished our drinks Will glanced at his watch. "We have a dinner reservation soon. Do you want to go through or have another drink."

"Dinner? I'm not sure I need dinner." I told him. Trying to convey with my eyes what I wanted.

"Another drink?" he asked, smiling, knowing what my answer was going to be.

I smiled back and stood up. "Yes, but not here. Let's go." He stood up and put out his arm. I linked mine through his and we walked out of the bar. I couldn't help leaning into him. Enjoying how hard his body felt against me. We made out way through the hotel lobby and into the lift.

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She paused and kissed me. For the first time her hand brushing against my erection making it twitch in anticipation.

"After you had gone I imagined the two of you in a lift. Different scenarios. Not being able to keep your hands off each other." I told her.

"It's funny. I think both of us wanted to kiss when we were in the lift. Probably more than just kiss. But standing together knowing what was about to happen made it almost sexier to do nothing, to wait. Anyway, soon we were out of the lift and walking in his room. I'm sure he could hear my heart pounding." She kissed me. "Are you ready to hear this?"

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For the previous two weeks Will had been telling me what he was going to do to me as soon as he got me alone. I'd encouraged it. Telling him I couldn't wait for him to take me hard and fast. I'd fantasized about it. Most of the time in the fantasy we just tore into each other, hard fast sex against the door. Still fully clothed. But when the door closed behind me I had different ideas. He moved toward me, planning to do what he'd promised, but I put a hand on his stomach and stopped him.

I moved towards him and gently kissed him on the lips. My tongue flicking against this. Then I slowly undid his shirt. I loved how hard his abs felt and then I circled his nipples, enjoying his intake of breath as he responded to my touch. I was determined to take control. I pushed his shirt over his shoulders. I let my lips work down his neck. Licking then nibbling his nipples while his hands gently grabbed my hair. I stepped back and admired his naked torso. I could feel my body respond. Nipples hard and I could feel myself getting wet as heat moved through my body.

I bent down and undid his shoes. Taking them and his socks off. Then I stood up and unfastened his belt, pulled down his trousers and helped him step out of them. Instinctively I dropped to my knees and stared at the huge shape covered by his underwear. He was clearly really aroused. His huge cock straining to break free and push above his waistband. I could hardly wait to get him naked. I needed to see his huge dick that I had been thinking about for the past few weeks. I pulled his boxers down and it sprung free. Fuck he was huge. For a split second trepidation actually replaced desire. But not for long. I could feel the heat in my pussy and the wetness soaking my panties.

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She reached behind her back and grabbed the lube, then for the first time held my cock in her hand. I wondered if she was thinking about the size difference. I'm not insecure about my size. But right now, even though it was central to our fantasy, I worried I wouldn't measure up anymore. She slowly started to jerk my cock then bent down to place a kiss on the tip, licking away a drop of pre-cum.