Day of Discovery
It would be incorrect to say my wife Mandy is cold or even prudish. In fact, she is a beautiful person with a warm smile and sweet laugh. She loves giving and receiving non-sexual affection.
The problem is that neither she, nor I, have been able to figure out her thing. You know, that one fetish or fantasy that never fails to get her going or make her horny. She had several lovers prior to me, but her reported experience was pretty vanilla.
I was different. Before I met my wife, I prided myself on previous experiences learning what lover's fetishes were. I have been with girlfriends and women who liked to be choked or tied. Dirty talk or role playing. Tickled or spanked. Everybody had something. I figured out that my thing was actually getting women off.
Don't get me wrong, we enjoy a healthy sex life after several years of marriage. Vibrators and toys, lingerie and exploring all the things couples do. The problem was I never could find anything for her that stood out, until she rocked my world on day with a confession.
Our day of discovery was a Saturday, and we had tickets to a concert in a nearby town. We drove over in the morning and checked into our hotel beside the arena. After a quick lunch we went back to the hotel room for an afternoon delight. We have a tendency to make love before going out at night on a date. We evolved to this practice because we both tend to be more affectionate and loving after we have sex. Also, after a long night of drinking, one or both of us either usually have a hard time getting off. The magic is still there, but things work out better for us when we plan for it ahead of time.
Our kissing and touching quickly led to sex with her on her back in the missionary position. As we fucked I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. Impulsively, I asked her what she wanted. She said nothing, and I kept pushing inside her.
"I know what you want." I said pushing into her warm pussy while she closed her eyes.
"You want a big cock in your pussy. Don't you?" I asked breathlessly.
"I do. I do. Oh God, I do." My prim and proper wife blurted out as she experienced a powerful orgasm on my cock. I came inside her at the same time. This was the Eureka moment for us. She confessed afterward that my question and the thoughts in her mind of a big cock stretching her were too much to stand. We had finally found her fetish: Big cocks.
We cleaned up without talking much about it and readied for the concert. I had so many questions and thoughts running through my mind as we walked to dinner. I worked up the nerve to bring the discussion up as our first glass of wine was served. Then we continued to unwrap her fantasy over appetizers. Mandy explained that she did not think she could go through with being with someone else, but a big cock inside her got her hot. Her concern was that it would make me jealous and could damage our ideal relationship.
"No way." I told her. "If you want it, it's all yours. It will be hot and I would love to watch."
Mandy giggled and called me a liar.
"I can prove it." I said and I pulled her hand into my lap. My raging hardon was proof.
She blushed and laughed again saying, "I can't believe we are talking about it. I am so hot right now."
We took a few moments to compose ourselves and she intentionally redirected the conversation. Then we paid the check and went to the concert.
At the arena we grabbed a drink and made our way to our seats. We were in the third and fourth seat in our row past two other men in the first two seats. Mandy sat next to these guys and struck up a conversation. We introduced ourselves to our new friends, Tommy and Ward. They were friends out for a night on the town to celebrate Tommy's recent divorce.
Both of them were a little older than us. Tommy was in the seat right beside Mandy. He was witty and charming and they hit it off immediately.
The opening act started, and I diverted my focus from Mandy and Tommy's conversation. After a few minutes Mandy told me she needed to pee. She stood up clumsily and ended up falling right into Tommy's lap. (I found out later this was intentional.) She was flustered and apologetic as she floundered in Tommy's lap for a few minutes. Tommy only laughed and helped her up in a gentlemanly fashion.
A few minutes later Mandy was still red-faced upon her return from the bathroom. She came to the seat and whispered in my ear, "I am going to fuck Tommy."
There was no doubt or ambiguity in her statement. She was not asking.
