Introduction, written by "Holly."
The story you are about to read was written by my husband. He searched for a story to share with me that would play into our fantasies but didn't find anything just right... so he wrote one for me. I thought it was pretty darn good and should be shared. We'd love to hear your thoughts and if it made you a little hot. :)
Holly's Secret
Where to start? This is not your typical story of girl meets boy, girl fucks boy, girl moves on. It is not even a typical story of girl meets boys, has a wild fuck extravaganza, and then repents. This is my story of all these things and more. You see, I can keep a secret and that is what makes this story different.
I have been married for almost 15 years and to say my marriage is challenging would be an understatement. Don't get me wrong, we love each other very much but that only seems to get us halfway to real happiness. Family and the business of life usually keeps us pretty distracted though so we continue to move through our days together with a warm affection but not fire in the belly desire or "tear your clothes off and grind on the couch" passion.
Part of the problem is that my dear husband, John, is a big pervert. I knew this going in but as we got a little older and started our family I grew up and he didn't. You might ask "who isn't a little pervy?" and I might even agree with that but we aren't talking about feather up the ass pervy. I am talking about "I want to watch you get gangbanged by the entire wait staff of Chili's" pervy. Obviously when there is such a gap in sexual expectations it eventually leads to a general dissatisfaction in the relationship itself. Thus we go through life a bit short of all we could be.
After many years of working on the relationship we had found solutions to most of the other issues in our marriage but the sexual disconnect was one that still had to be addressed. That is when I agreed to a safe compromise. I started to flirt for him. Not with him you understand, for him. It started with letting a friend of John's send me flirty texts which in my mind was harmless but still clearly inappropriate. I have to admit though that his texts made me feel good as he only occasionally slipped into graphic descriptions of his fantasies about me and spent most of his text time telling me how gorgeous and sexy he thought I was. This is where the secret keeping began for me.
John promised to never read the text conversations between us and I did not want to encourage him to escalate this into a real encounter so I never told him about the times that those more graphic messages made me a little wet with the idea of secretly fucking his friend. I wouldn't do it but the idea of having this little text secret turned me on more than I expected. It was a shame he found a new girlfriend and the texts stopped.
Since the text flirting had stopped we found another compromise that I felt like I could live with. I agreed to go out once a month to a local restaurant with a nice bar area, think Olive Garden but a bit more upscale, and let guys flirt with me. I would then go back home and tell John about the guy's efforts and whether or not I would have let any of them take me home if I was single. John would get worked up by the conversation and we would end up rolling around naked while I told him about my night. Innocent enough and the only ones that lose are the guys that might buy me a drink hoping to get something for their investment. This was great until I met Mark one night.
It was only the third time for me to visit the bar but I recognized a few folks as I found an open seat and sat down. The bartender was always flirty with the women and asked "What can I get for you, lovely lady?" It made me smile even though I knew he said it to all the women. I should pause and describe myself a little I guess. I am on the shorter side at 5'4" and carry a little extra weight from the three kids and general love of ice cream. I carry the weight well though and John certainly appreciates my soft curves and generous 36 triple D boobs. My brown hair is always well styled and frames my ice blue eyes nicely.
I was enjoying my second drink and reading Facebook updates on my phone when a smell caught my attention. It was a masculine smell, soapy with a slightly sweet musk. I was about to look around for the owner of the scent when a deep voice poured over my left shoulder. "Double Jack and coke tall, please." I looked back and saw a smiling face with brown eyes and dark hair. "Sorry about ordering my drink in your ear." I smiled back and said, "No problem. It is a little crowded in here." When the bartender delivered the drink he reached across me brushing against my arm and rubbing my silk shirt against my skin. It also brought the rest of his body against me and I got a double dose of his cologne. I love a man that smells good and he certainly did smell good.
As he picked up his drink he stayed in a close position and seemed to take his time moving his arm back enjoying the feel of my shirt on his skin. "Thanks for letting me reach by you. By the way, your hair smells wonderful." With that he moved back across the room and I got to see the rest of him. He was medium height, not as tall as John but still maybe 5'10" or so. He was thick though. A broad chest tapering to a medium waist with no middle aged overhang to speak of. He was maybe 35 or a little older but his dark hair did not show any signs of gray yet. He was good looking and I liked the idea of him flirting with me a little.
About an hour, and another two drinks, later the crowd had started thinning a little at the bar and I was startled when someone jumped into the chair next to me. I instinctively looked over and it was him. I must have looked a little surprised because he said, "Sorry to startle you. You have been so into your phone that I thought I would come chat with you. Is that OK?" I told him it was fine but I was getting ready to leave soon as my husband was expecting me home shortly.
He introduced himself as Mark and I told him my name. We chatted about mundane topics like family, jobs and our experiences in the area for a little while until I told him it was time for me to go. Mark pointed out that I had had a few too many drinks to drive home, even though it was a short drive, and suggested that he give me a ride. This was way out of my comfort zone for this little game but I thought about what a great story it would be for John and told Mark that I would let him drive me home but that I was going to text my husband with his details so there was no risk of winding up in his trunk on a dirt road somewhere. He thought that was prudent and we started to leave the bar together. This is when I started to go off the rails a bit.
I did send John the text but the content was a little different than what Mark thought I was sending. "Honey, having a great time and have hit it off with a couple guys that have me feeling really sexy. I will be home in an hour or two." His response was immediate, "Have a great time sexy! I can't wait to hear about the guys that all want to get into your panties." Did I mention that he was a big perv?
I wasn't really planning anything but I guess I wanted to keep my options open this time. When we got to the car Mark unlocked my door and opened it for me. As I moved to get in he caught my arm and pulled me into him. At first it was just a hug. Our bodies pushed against each other and me breathing in his scent as my face nuzzled into his chest. I looked up to see his eyes without backing away and he leaned down and kissed me. Oh my God I love kissing! His lips were firm and there was the absolute perfect amount of moisture. I felt his tongue push against my lips and I opened them gladly for him. His hands were on my back and as the kiss deepened he ran them up and down my back letting one come to rest on my ass and the other cupping my neck under my hair. He was strong and I could feel the power in his arms and chest as we stood there engaged in a sensuous kiss.