My wife has been holding secret desires for years. Something she has been fantasizing about since she was a teenager. In all of the years that we have been together she's never told me about it. As far as I can tell, she's never told anyone about them. Just last month, almost by accident, I discovered her secret and at first I was really shocked. The reason was, because in all the years we have been married my wife has never even hinted about her secret desires. Especially ones like these. Hell, there were times during our marriage that I began to wonder if she even liked sex.
Look – my wife is pretty average – she's not heavy, has a pretty face, she wears good make-up and nice clothes, and really just looks like an average housewife and mother – the kind you see shopping at a store or mall.
Anyway, last month I was looking for an empty shoebox in her walk-in closet and on the floor in the very back of the closet, hidden behind some shoeboxes, was an old purse of hers that I realized she hadn't used for years. I really don't know why I looked inside, I just did. And inside there was a small, well-worn book like a diary or journal that over time – years actually – she had written something on every page. There were notes, stories, but what really surprised me was the she had written down, in several places, her most secret desires.
She had written, 'I want to be fucked like a whore!' And in other places she had written, 'I would love to feel the delicious feeling of having my cunt fucked over and over until it overflows with the cum of several men!' 'I want to be forced...to submit my vagina to the power of a thrusting penis! To be helpless to stop the pleasure in my cunt when a strange cock is fucking me!' Actually these were just some of the notes she had written.
In one part of the book, near the back, she described, in detail, a fantasy where her wrists were bound and she was ordered (by me), to submit and not resist as she got fucked in her ass by Gary...one of my closest friends. She described how exciting it would be if I just stood by and watched, waiting for my turn at her tight, virgin, cum-filled hole.
The whole time we had been married we had never engaged in anal sex. The few times I can remember even suggesting it she acted as if I was some kind of pervert so I dropped it.
I put the book back, and replaced the purse exactly as I had found it. The rest of that afternoon it was all I could think of. I was trying to figure out if her fantasies were just fantasies, or if she secretly wished for them to come true but was afraid to admit it? I think I would have just passed them off as fantasies and nothing more, dropping it right there. But it was obvious that these were very strong desires – ones that had been held, thought about, and developed over most of her life.
When she got home from shopping that evening she was in one of her bitchy moods, which were becoming more and more frequent as the years passed, so we didn't talk much that night. I guess it was her mood that made me decide to do it – I just figured, what the hell! I called my best friend Gary and invited him over for dinner the next evening. My wife was a little pissed when I told her I had invited him, but I didn't really care. She had no idea what I had planed for her.
If things went along as usual she would probably go to bed not too long after dinner, "So you guys can talk." Is the usual excuse she would use. Then, if everything went along right...I would put my plan into action. I had little doubt that Gary would go along with it. He's always wanted to fuck my wife...it's just something guys can tell about a very close friend.
That next night things went along perfectly.
We had dinner and afterward we all sat and chatted for a while. I sensed that my wife was a little on edge and seemed a little distracted. I remember wondering if she had somehow sensed that something was different about that evening? I smiled knowing that she had no idea of what was to come.
After she left the room to go to bed, Gary and I chatted for over an hour, had a couple of drinks, and I finally began to tell him about the book I found in the purse, and my plan. He listened closely and was more than ready to go along with it. He embarrassingly admitted he had always found my wife very sexy and had secretly fantasized, many times, about fucking her. I told him that I wasn't surprised and he seemed relieved.
Putting my plan into action I went to the bedroom door, and looked in and saw that my wife was asleep. So I returned to the living room where Gary and I both took off our clothes. I motioned him to follow me toward the darkened bedroom. As agreed, he was to step back into the darkness of open closet so he could watch everything and come out when it was time.
Crossing to the bed I jerked the covers back and onto the floor at the foot of the bed. My wife awoke with a start as I placed my hand over her mouth and said gruffly, "I'm going to fuck you now!" I reached down and ripped open her short nightie, exposing her breast and belly. Next I jerked her thin panties down on her thighs as she struggled against me. I rubbed her tits as I held her down and when she relaxed a little I took my hand away from her mouth so I could pull her panties down to her ankles. My hand brushed against her pubic mound and she let out a soft moan saying, "What are you doing?"
