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?"
