I never realized how boring marriage would be. Everyone told me that it was the end goal, the holy grail for any woman. I had bought into the hype, trying my best to make sure that I was married before my two sisters. As I walked down the aisle, I felt like I had won somehow. My sisters were so jealous of me and honestly, most women were. My husband, Arturo was a Hispanic man who had gotten rich in real estate. He sold commercial properties all over the world and he was hot. He also had a big dick and knew how to use it. The only problem was that he was gone a lot more than I had realized he would be gone.
"Someone has to pay for this house," he gestured around us toward the walls and roof of the million-dollar home we had recently bought.
"I know. I just miss you, Artie," I called him by his nickname.
"I miss you too, Beth," he called me by mine. My full name was Bethany Ann Miller before I married him. It was so generic. Now my last name was Acosta and I felt like it gave me a little extra flair. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about," he went on. "Sit down."
"What is it?" I could tell by his demeanor that it was serious.
"Look, I know it must be hard for you to be alone and I know how high your sex drive is. That's why I married you. I was thinking maybe you might want to take a lover while I'm gone, you know, to make you feel better. I know how much you need sex."
"Wait. Are you telling me to have sex with someone else? Why would I do that? We are married."
"I know, Bethany. It's just that I know I'm going to be gone a lot and I want you to have your fun."
"Is this so you can go have your fun?" I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"Not at all. I don't need all that sex like you do. I like to edge. You know this." He sighed heavily. "Okay, I'm going to tell you a secret, Beth. It's a big one but I trust you. You're my wife."
"Okay," I sat down. I was quite flustered. This wasn't something my friends and family had told me would happen. I was scared of this part of Arturo. I'd never seen it before and I wondered how he had kept it hidden.
"I actually get off on the thought of you having sex with other men. So I figured you could do it if you want to and then tell me about it while I'm gone. That would get me off a lot more than sleeping with another woman. I only want you, Beth. You are my beautiful wife." He bent down so he could kiss me and I let him do it as his words settled over me. I brushed my light brown hair back from my shoulder so he could kiss my neck. "Say something, Beth."
"I...I...okay. I'll do it. I just don't know who I would have sex with."
"You'll figure it out," he kissed me again and before I knew it we were naked and making love on our bed. His words rattled around in my head, even as I came on his cock. I tried to imagine what having another cock in me would feel like and I realized that I liked the idea. When Arturo was around, I wanted him. When he was gone, now I could find new dicks to fuck.
"What is is about me having sex with other guys that turns you on?" I asked him as he held me.
"The creampies."
"What about them?"
"I like to eat them."
"What!?" I screamed, sitting up suddenly. I couldn't believe this. My husband was straight as an arrow and now I was finding out that he wanted to eat my creampies? I was baffled, mind-blown, and unsure. What kind of man wanted to eat another man's cum out of my pussy? Apparently, my husband did.
"Yes, I would love the taste of another man's cum on your pussy or ass," he confessed. I realized that this was real and it was really what Arturo wanted.
"That is so...different," I tried to find the right words and I couldn't. Arturo left for his next business trip the following morning. He kissed me good-bye as I slept in. I woke several hours later, all alone. I began my morning ritual of making coffee when the doorbell rang. I made my way across the house to open the door.
"You must be Bethany," a tall, white man was standing on my front porch with a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm Arturo's friend. People call me Sandy," he thrust his arm out, offering me the flowers.
"Thank you," I grabbed the flowers. "Come on in. Follow me, let me put these in some water." I watched Sandy as he took in the lavish decorations in our home. Arturo had spared no expense in decorating.
"So why exactly are you here?" I asked Sandy. "You know Arturo is out of town, right?"
"Of course. Didn't he tell you I was coming?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Enlighten me?" I smiled warmly. "Would you like some coffee?"
"No, thank you. He sent me here to have sex with you. He told me you two were trying out the cuckold thing."
"The what thing?" I asked, not sure what the word cuckold meant.
"He told me he would be out of town and you would be lonely for sex," Sandy smiled and I could tell that he was a kind man. He was also extremely sexy and I knew that I wanted to have sex with him, I just wasn't sure I could actually do it. I'd been with Arturo for so long and having sex with another man didn't seem right. Arturo wanted this. He had thrown me into this without even consulting me. I knew I didn't have to do it but there was a voice inside of me urging me forward.
"I am a bit lonely but it's been a long time since I've had sex with anyone besides Arturo. I'm not sure how it will go."
"Oh, so this is your first time doing cuckold."
"What is that word you keep saying?" I asked, confused.
"Cuckold?"
"Yes."
He explained to me what a cuckold was and how Arturo was into it. Then he explained how he had gotten into being a bull and how Arturo was a stag. It was all so confusing but the more Sandy explained, the more I realized that Arturo was into this more than I could have ever imagined. I knew Arturo wanted me to have sex with Sandy and I wanted to do it. I really wanted to please my husband and so I took the step forward.
"I'll do it with you, Sandy. I've never done this before but it sounds like it could be fun."
"Oh, it is fun! Shall we go to a bedroom or do you like it nasty right here in the kitchen?"
"Right here works," I could feel myself crossing over, the sexual part of my being taking over.
"Get naked," Sandy commanded me. He could sense the shift in my demeanor and I could sense the shift in his as well. He stood up and took off his own clothes. We finally stood facing one another, completely naked. "On your knees," he commanded me. Arturo wasn't this commanding and there was something about it I enjoyed. I dropped to my knees and looked up.
He pushed his cock toward my mouth and I opened it, wrapping my lips around Sandy's cock. I hadn't fucked a white guy in a long time and I was shocked at how good the sex was. Sandy fucked my face well, somehow getting down my throat without triggering my gag reflex. He was such a good lover, focusing on my pleasure above all else.
"Your turn now, my slut," Sandy gestured for me to take a seat in a kitchen chair so he could eat my pussy. I spread my legs for him and he instantly dropped between them and buried his tongue in my pussy. I could feel the expertise in his tongue strokes as he added a finger in my hole. He was working that finger on my G-spot when I came for the first time. He didn't stop there. He ate my pussy until I had cum several times and was unsure if I could take anymore.
