No doubt there are guys here who are going to call my husband a 'wimp' in the comments. Pretty sure they wouldn't say it to his face though. Rich is a solid brick of a man, six-foot-four, two-hundred and fifty pounds. We own a gym and a Karate studio where he is an assistant instructor. He was a military policeman and is a veteran of several conflict theaters.
He's also really smart and has a big library of old books, mostly history and philosophy. I try to pay attention when he is talking about the civil war or the middle ages and things like that. But if anyone brings up the Roman Empire to him I put in my ear buds because I know it will be a long conversation.
He's a great lover and a loving partner. I'm sure he's going to be a great father when we're ready to start a family. He's really the whole package and I don't have many complaints about him. There is one thing though that gives me pause. Sometimes he says and does things that make me think he wants to share me with other men.
For one thing, he is fond of pointing out historical and cultural examples of polyamory, group marriage, spouse sharing and the like. It's possible he just thinks I would find those things interesting. But some of the examples involve warrior societies and warlike tribes and he considers himself a warrior and takes things like that seriously.
Another thing he does is when we roleplay in the bedroom. He usually plays a random anonymous workman of some kind and I usually play myself. This is fine with me because I don't want him to ever think about having sex with other girls, even in make-believe. But he makes a point of calling me 'Mrs Phelps' when we do this and pointing out how I am cheating on my husband with him.
And sometimes when we are making love, not even roleplaying, he will want me to imagine another guy in the room with us. Like one time I was lying on my back with my head hanging over the side of the bed. I was toying with myself while he took advantage of my mouth and he says I didn't look complete without another guy between my legs. Like, what the fuck, Rich?
Another time he was giving it to me missionary and he asks me to pretend I was sucking another guy's cock. It was a weird request, but I turned my head to the side and curled my hand around an imaginary penis and held it up to my open mouth. He liked that. So I did the same with my other hand and went back and forth between them, pretending to suck two dicks while we screwed. I tell you I could feel his dick getting harder.
In addition to our roleplay, we would use adult toys to double and even triple penetrate me in various ways. He found these sessions very satisfying and was always appreciative. But I suspected it would end up going beyond that eventually. And of course I was right.
*****
A friend of Rich's from the service was in an accident and, among other injuries, suffered burns to his hands. I knew Rudy pretty well and when Rich asked if he could stay with us until he could care for himself I agreed without hesitation. Rich took responsibility for his brother in arms but with his other responsibilities I would sometimes have to care for Rudy -- feed him, change his bandages, help him bathe and change.
One day, after he had been with us for about a month, Rudy was acting kind of weird while I helped him with his grooming. I asked him what was up and he didn't want to talk about it. Finally, he came clean.
"The thing is, Ellen," he says, unable to even look at me, "I haven't been to... take care of myself since the accident. Not properly."
"Well, yeah. That's why you're here. We're taking care of you."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "I mean... take care of my needs."
"Ohhh. Oh I see what you mean."
"I feel terrible to ask you this. But is there anyway you would, uh, lend me a hand?"
I thought about it but didn't have to think long. A friend needed assistance and in this case it would make more sense for me to give it than for my husband.
"I'll have to tell Rich, you know."
"I'll tell him if you want."
"No. It will be better coming from me.
*****
Given the circumstances I thought I'd take the opportunity to give Rudy a thorough bath. He had been making do with sponge baths and brief showers. I ran him a hot bubble bath in the clawfoot tub and helped him get undressed. I love my husband only, of course. But helping Rudy disrobe I admit had some effect on me. I'd helped him change clothes before, but not with this intent behind it.
I helped him into the tub and let him soak for a few minutes. I asked him about girls he had known and when was the last time he had done it with a girl. He was nervous to answer at first but he warmed up to the conversation and it helped him relax. Then I scrubbed him from top to bottom with a mesh puff.
While I did this I avoided his pole which was at full mast and poked up above the foamy surface of the water. After I cleaned between his toes I set aside the puff and asked him if he still wanted to do this. He nodded his head and shut his eyes meditatively, his bandaged hands resting on the side of the tub. I ran my hands across his chest, down his stomach. I cupped his testicles with one hand and wrapped my other gently around his penis.
Running my hands up and down his stiff dick and all over his balls made my nipples stand up and harden. It made my puss get warm and start to lubricate. Rudy's mouth fell open and even with his eyes closed I could tell they were rolling back in his head. It's pretty gratifying to be able to give someone pleasure like that. I wasn't sexually attracted to Rudy but I loved him as a friend and wanted him to be happy. I didn't want to have sex with him but I was experiencing sexual pleasure by touching him, stroking him, hearing him moan, bringing him inexorably to orgasm.
When I sensed he was close, when his torso stiffened and he made a faint whining sound, I leaned close enough that he could smell my hair and feel it against his face. He shot off with a shout and the feeling of him pulsing in my hand gave me a thrill. I gave him another long slow stroke and softly squeezed his balls until he was done. Then I helped him rinse off and get dressed.
*****
Rich took it very well. He said he appreciated my generosity and said I handled it exactly how he would have wanted me to. He questioned me at length about the details of what we had done. I didn't hold back that I derived some pleasure from it, stressing that it was masturbatory pleasure and not romantic in nature.
He assured me he trusted me and didn't suspect any romantic entanglement. But then he said he had an idea for a prank and asked for my cooperation to pull it off.
"If I act mad at him, don't be alarmed," he said. "Just act natural and go along with everything I say. Can you do that?"
Of course I agreed. But I was worried about how mad he was going to act and hoped he wouldn't be too mean to Rudy.
*****
