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I mounted my wife in earnest after she opened her legs wide on our bed and invited me to take her. Donna's pussy was super wet and slippery and I moved in and out of her with relative ease. We were caught up in the moment of white-hot passion and exhilaration. I felt strong and confident as I pounded my meat into her wet hole. She responded verbally and physically, moaning and thrashing her head wildly from side to side with her eyes shut. As I looked down at her, I couldn't help but see the woman I married in the slut she was becoming.
Feeling love running through me, filling me with joy and the desire to express myself with her, I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth and she opened right up for me. Our tongues met once again and danced with one another as our bodies pressed together in sexual harmony. When Donna moaned into my mouth, our kiss ended and I moved my hands alongside her shoulders and pushed myself upward. I thrust with quick short strokes to increase the intensity for me and for her as I wanted to cum with her. Her mouth remained open and she arched her back as the first waves of pleasure crashed within her. Short bursts of air escaped her lips before the sound of her voice returned. I alternated pounding her with short strokes and then long strokes that resulted in our bodies colliding hard against the other and soon enough as her body relaxed beneath me I came. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around me and just like that we were kissing and tonguing each other again.
Her lust lay in rest beneath her beautiful sparkling eyes as I lifted my head up to look at her. "I love you," I said and kissed her on the lips again. "I love you too," she replied and kissed me back. We lay together, embracing and kissing one another for several minutes until we drifted off to sleep.
I woke first. I was on my back and Donna had snuggled up to me. Her head lay flat on my chest and her arms were close to my neck as though she were embracing me or at least hanging on. This was a wonderful moment and I wanted to just lay here holding my wife, feeling her pulse as she slept in my arms. But a maverick strand of her hair found its way into my nostril and made me feel a need to sneeze. I tried exhaling through my nose but the uncomfortable itch remained. The sneeze was only a matter of moments away as the tension continued to build. The itch remained a constant irritation until finally I mustered the courage to lift my arm and gently wipe her hair from my face. At last, I was breathing comfortably again and Donna was still asleep.
While we lay together, I thought about us, our lives as a couple and the feelings, hopes, and needs we express to one another when we're together. When I think about us that way, there is no room for someone else in our lives and I wonder how and why I ever got into the fantasy of sharing her with another man in the first place. But it doesn't take long and soon my thoughts of her in the arms of another man bring life back to my dick and I am hard again. It's only fantasy. Still, if she went for it and made it hot for me, I'd probably go along. I don't actually want her in bed with anyone but me. The thought of someone else getting to touch her and witness her sexual joy and lay with her in the quiet aftermath disturbs me and suddenly I wrap my arms around her and she wakes.
"Hi," she says.
"Hi."
We kiss and she withdraws. "I'm cold." She reaches down to pull up the sheets and they are on the floor at the foot of the bed. Then she gets out of bed and says "I need to pee." I look at her and capture a mental snapshot of her beautiful body before she leaves. She really is a very striking woman in the nude. Many women can look great dressed but few pull it off in the nude. My wife Donna is one of them and that makes me a very lucky man.
I need to pee too and rise off the bed. I can wait for her to come back out before going in and so I pull the sheets and blanket up onto the bed.
When she returns from the bathroom, she's wearing a pink fluffy robe that covers her body from shoulders to ankles. On her feet are her pink and white fluffy slippers. She looks cute in them but not sexy. I suddenly feel awkward standing in the nude. We kiss briefly on the lips and then she says, "I need to ask you something."
"Can it wait, I need to pee."
"No. I really want know something. And now is the perfect time to ask because I'm wearing this frumpy robe you hate and we just made love so you can be objective when you answer me."
"Okay Donna, what do you want to know?"
"Do you want me to cuckold you because you met someone else and you want to divorce me without paying for it?"
"What? No. No Donna. That's not it at all." 'Where does she come up with this shit?' I wondered.
"Then why do you want me to have sex with other men?"
"Because it's wrong I guess. I don't know how to explain it. The wrongness of it makes me feel hot inside and it makes my dick hard."
"What makes you think you can handle me cuckolding you?"
"Honestly? I don't know if I can. I probably can't. When I am feeling rational, it makes no sense to me what-so-ever. But, when I let my guard down and allow myself to feel sexual urges, I think I'm capable of anything, including the idea of you being with another man."
"What triggers you to let your guard down?"
"I really need to pee, Donna. Can this wait?"
"Ok, but do you mind using the toilet down stairs?"
"Why?"
"Because I need to use the one up here again, ok?"
"Ok, fine," I said and stormed down the stairs to the landing and then into the library and its bathroom. I let out a big sigh as my piss hit the toilet and the flow began to release the pressure I felt in my bladder. 'Piss and cum depart from the same tube and each provides a pleasurable experience unlike the other,' I thought as I filled the bowl with the hot yellow fluid.
Meanwhile, Donna returned to our bathroom and wiped up the small cum deposit she had left on the toilet seat and then flushed it. She was not embarrassed by her action but knew the timing would not be right. It was a stretch as it was. The semen had already thinned to its clear liquid state inside her and now it was exposed to air and drying. She would save this opportunity for another time. Besides there was a better next step to try and she was glad she remembered. After all, she shared his fantasy too and she wanted to make sure that she sealed the deal with her husband before she began her extra marital adventures.
When I returned to the bedroom, I felt tons better. Bladder pressure is awful. Anyway, I noticed Donna waiting for me in about the same place as before. This time she was filing a nail. "Hi," I said, "where were we?"
"You were going to tell me what triggers you to let your guard down just before you begin to think irrationally."
"Huh?"
"You know, what triggers you to think sexually? Come on Bob, this is important to me."
"It's usually a provocative visual stimulant. Like a picture of a woman in a bikini, standing on a beach or she's dressed in a black something or other with a slit along the side and the front of her dress is open, giving me a great view of the top half of her breasts. Or maybe she's wearing a thin band around her neck. Or maybe it's the softness of her face or the mystery of her eyes or something hinted but hidden. Or maybe she's got a whip in her hand and she's smiling at the thought of whipping her male."
After I spoke, I wondered where she was going with this line of questioning and if my answer made sense.
Donna loosened the knot at the front of her robe and her robe opened slightly to reveal more skin. A smile crept on her lips and she watched me intently.
"So after you see something provocative, then what happens?"
"I get hard and stroke. A lot plays into it from there."
"What do you mean?" she asked and let more of her robe open. I could see a portion of her thigh and the space between her breasts. Her head was facing downward but her eyes were looking upward at me. She looked hot to me and I felt my dick hardening.
"I mean if there is time to go for it and jerk off. Or perhaps more time and I'm in the mood to prolong the build up, I might continue looking at the picture or close my eyes and let my mind drift."
"Where does it drift to Bob?"
"It depends. Sometimes I am assertive and kiss her passionately and she acquiesces to my touch."
"She gives herself freely to you?"
"Yes."
"What other directions do you drift?"
"Sometimes, I want to feel her physical and psychological control over me. Like she ties me up or something and then has sex with someone else."
"Like a voyeur."
"Yes, or perhaps she ties me to the foot of the bed and I only get to listen."
"Oh my Bob, that's so hot. But why do you want to be tied up and allowed to only listen?"
"Its not what I want, it's what I perceive the woman to want from me. All I want is to know she is pleasured. It's about me sacrificing my own physical pleasure for her enjoyment. Sometimes, it's seeing a woman cum that does it for me. Or its seeing her take splashes of hot cum to her face and into her mouth. Or its something else, perhaps she whips a man until he begs for mercy, then she tosses the whip on him and gives herself to another man."
"What happens to you when she goes off with someone else?"
"I become an observer and jerk off."
"And that makes you happy."
"In a way I guess. Yeah. It turns me on to fantasize like that. And the orgasms are powerful. The more prolonged they are, the more intense they are when it happens."
