Editing thanks goes to Irish_Indian.
This story is for my wonderful husband, Mark and his erotic mind. I will make sure he discovers I have written this and he will realize it is my way of giving him what he enjoys, my naughty talk.
I often think back on the spark that started this consuming erotic fire between my husband and I. Even now, as a man that is not my husband furiously grasps at my ass cheeks, thrusting in and out of me, I can't help but let my mind flow with memories of all that I have done to him, for him. My husband, Mark, and I had both been in previous marriages that ended not unlike so many others. Adrift for some time, we finally met and fell in love with each other. Our sex life was good...well, I thought it was great at the time, but now I know what 'great' is. Before Mark, I had been with thirteen other men, including my first husband. Mark, at the time, was on par for what I wanted in a man physically. He was, and still is, very attractive for his age. He makes an effort to be healthy and eat well.
Beyond the physical though, Mark and I struck platinum with each other mentally. It wasn't long into the beginning of our relationship that we began to open up to each other and take chances. After Mark admitted he enjoyed erotica and porn, I admitted enjoying those as well. We did not go far beyond the admittance, though, but we developed a quiet respect for each other in those regards. I assured him that I wasn't the kind of wife who cared that he was indulging himself in that way.
About six months after we started dating we got engaged and married eight months after that. The honeymoon was wonderful, but once we were home and settled in, things became routine and sex started to take a back seat. Generally because we were both tired from work. There were evenings, though, I would come home from work later than Mark and he would be very erotic with me, often asking me to wear sexy clothes and taking his time with pleasing me. I began to get curious as to what might be turning him on before I got home from work. I suspected it was porn.
I was not off key by much and while he was away at one point, I started up his computer and checked the history. He had made no effort to hide anything from me. I suspected he was trying to make his actions as blatant and clear to me as he could. He was reading erotica on this very site! He was either covering up what he read from other categories or he was actually only reading from one category. I checked his bookmarked list and found a large list of stories he had marked as favorites and those, too, were all from one category.
I knew it would be some time before he got home so I decided to indulge in those stories myself. I didn't know what to think as I skimmed over several of the stories in his history list. Apparently, Mark was getting turned on by stories of wives who indulged in a myriad of naughty situations with other men, often with their husbands involved. Was this what Mark fantasized about when we had sex? I had to know. I read several of the stories in depth and skimmed several others before I shut the computer down. When Mark got home, I was wearing knee high socks and a t-shirt while I lay on the bed and seductively lured him to me when he came into our room.
After I stripped his clothes I straddled him on the bed without letting him enter me. I pressed his soft cock between my pussy lips and placed my hands on his chest as I leaned down and kissed his neck and lips gently. I could tell Mark suspected I was more aroused than usual, but his only response was to let out a moan as I felt his cock quickly hardening against my pussy lips. I wanted to talk to him about what I had discovered, but I knew he wanted me to discover those stories. He was trying to tell me something without actually telling me. In telling me flat out, I imagined it would have lost some of its present appeal.
Our love making that night was longer and more heated than usual. It aroused me to think about Mark sharing me with other men. I imagined pleasurably struggling to please Mark and one of his friends, to drain them both. Before I realized it, though, I was fantasizing about other men fucking me, but not draining me, and coming home to have Mark fuck me even more. My orgasms were a lot more intense than usual that night and I knew something had been communicated between the two of us that was growing our relationship. I kept my mouth shut, though.
Over the next few weeks, I read a lot of stories from the Loving Wives category. If this is what Mark fantasized about, then I was becoming more than happy to play my role in fulfilling those fantasies for him. To ease us into it further, I started to role play things with him, but not anything from what might fall into the Loving Wives category. We did simple things, like role play I was the babysitter or the maid or other things that seemed to be more sex fluff than intense fire starters.
Our first role-play in this category started at an Italian restaurant one night. I openly, lightly, flirted with our sexy male server and after he was away getting our drinks I made some comments to Mark about how much fun it might be to fuck him. I was afraid I had been a little to blunt with my actions and words, maybe I had moved to fast, but Mark asked me if this was the start of one of our role-plays and I nodded 'yes' to him with a smile. This was when I first noticed Mark make an effort not to interfere with my actions. He leaned away from me and even scooted a little deeper into the booth before the server returned. Once the server returned with our drinks, I felt a small kick under the table from Mark. Maybe I wasn't being aggressive enough? I didn't know, but I was going to find out.
The server was only in his early twenties, but I made some comments about how sexy he was and about how lucky the girls are that get to rub their bodies up against him. It made me giggle to see him turn red as he stammered away. Mark, though, was lit up with growing excitement and he let me know how turned on my actions were making him. I kept things heated whenever the server came to tend us and Mark began to fidget on his side of the booth. I knew he was near exploding with desire for me so I sucked on him some on the drive home, but I didn't let him cum.
Once we got home, Mark stripped my clothes off of me as soon as the front door closed and carried me to the bedroom where he tossed me onto the bed and stripped down before attacking me in a lustful animalistic drive to drain his seed into me. I admit, Mark, that during that whole wonderful fucking you gave me I fantasized about fucking that server. I know you know I was, too. I did it for you, for me and mainly for us. After that night, I knew I wanted more and I knew Mark wanted more. I decided to go a little further and I started to tell Mark about guys flirting with me and I would tease him that he didn't always know where I was or what I was doing. It made him nervous, but I knew he knew he could trust me and that excited me even more, feeling that level of devotion from my husband and feeling my own level of devotion towards pleasing him.
This is an area couples just do not talk about. I had never considered there were so many men, and women I have discovered, that can take what generally makes others jealous and turn it into a level of arousal I had never dreamed possible. Mark and I began to talk about, joke about and role-play us having another man in our bedroom. Sometimes, though, Mark seemed more in the mood for me to make up a story we would role-play about how I devised this big elaborate scheme to cheat on him and then tell him all about how I got fucked so good by another man while he fucked me.
