My whole life changed because I forgot a golden rule: Never forget to clean your browsing history.
I met Amber back in high school. We hung out with the same group of friends and became close through the years. Amber was drop-dead gorgeous and my high school crush. She had this angelic face with full lips that made her look so innocent. Her smile would light up any room she was in. She was about five feet six inches tall, with an amazing body. She had always been athletic and it had given her legs a great shape. They led up to one of the most perfect bubble butts that you could ever see on a woman. Her ass was a sculpture created by an artist. She had bright, baby-blue eyes, blonde hair, and the most amazing personality. Even though she was so sexy, she still had this warm, innocent aura that made you want to spend time with her. Amber was always very smart. Eventually, she went off to college while I stayed home and built up a small business and we ended up drifting apart.
In our mid-twenties, my small business took off. Due to being financially stable, I decided to go back to school. About a year in, I started going to the gym five days a week while putting myself through school.
One night I was out having a few drinks with some friends and I actually ran into Amber. To say I was surprised is an understatement. We quickly caught up and exchanged numbers.
She told me that she had moved back home after getting her degree, and was working at the local hospital. We caught up and remembered the old times; she even teased me about the night we made out on Halloween all those years ago. We rekindled our friendship that night and started hanging out again. She motivated me to become better and continue to push myself. She even became my gym buddy. Guys would always check her out while we worked out, and I felt proud to have her with me. After a few weeks, we started dating. She became one of the main reasons I finished school and got my degree.
Fast forward: I'm turning thirty next month. Amber and I have been together for over five years, and married for three. We live in the suburbs of Chicago.
I'm super lucky to marry someone as beautiful and amazing as my wife. She's my rock who changed my life and pushed me to become a better person. She has a sweet and caring personality, and her absolutely rocking body makes you want to have the most wild sex with her. She enjoys making love and being gentle; actually, she really loves making love. We definitely do it more than most couples and the flame hasn't died over the years; if anything it's been building. But...
Sometimes I wish she would be more sexy and a tease. I don't want to make sweet love all the time. We stick to me on top, or sometimes her on top - which seldom happens. While the sound of her moaning in pleasure would make most men almost cum on site, I want her to scream, to beg for more, and to talk dirty.
I have felt like there's a barrier with Amber, when it comes to naughty-type sex. She has never given me a blowjob our whole five years together. She kissed my dick once, when she was really drunk. It was the only time in our whole relationship that she'd ever had her lips on my cock.
Most guys might dwell on the negative side of this situation; but I know I am married to one of the most beautiful and caring women in the world. I am always happy with her. So,I rarely look at the downsides. However...
I have these twisted sexual fantasies that I haven't told many people about. My biggest twisted fantasy - one I've had since a teenager that I haven't told anyone about, not even my wife - is to watch the person I love tease, flirt, and even hook up with someone whom I in fact despise or for whom I at least feel no desire. That's all it is though: a fantasy.
Since our sex life has been so vanilla, I read hot stories online to ease my urges. I never expected to go through with any of these stories; it just seemed so wrong, and I told myself I was crazy whenever the fantasies popped up into my head.
Today, however, my whole life changed...
After a long day at work I arrived home to find that dinner was almost ready, but no wife was in sight. I looked around the house and found her in my office, on my computer... Nothing unusual with this; I have seen her down there before.
I gave her a peck on the cheek and asked her about her day. She seemed so engrossed in whatever it was that she was viewing on the screen that she barely mumbled a reply. I chuckled while shaking my head, and went upstairs to change out of my work clothes.
When I came back downstairs, she was at the dinner table and looked like she had something on her mind. As we ate, she continued to appear as if something was bothering her. After I had nagged for a few minutes, repeatedly asking what's wrong, she finally looked at me. Her bright blue eyes locked with mine.
"Do you still love me?" she asked.
Baffled by her question, I reached across the table to hold her hand. "Until the day I die," I firmly answered.
"Well good, cause I spent a long time reading your little stories from your browsing history. On a site called ... Literotica? I can't believe you would hide and do something like this behind my back!"
I didn't know what to say.
"I couldn't believe it at first!" she continued. "I thought you didn't love me anymore. All these stories have the wife sleeping and teasing other men. But the more chapters I read the more I realized: you would like to see me submit to someone else? I looked it up online and it's actually a very popular fetish. Is this one of your fantasies?"
My face was beet-red. I still didn't know what to say. I was scared I'd ruined our marriage.
Looking more hurt than I have ever seen, Amber demanded, "Why have you never told me?"
Eventually I slowly nodded my head and whispered, "Honey, I will always love you. It's something I got into when I was a teenager. It's just a fantasy."
A full minute passed. Without saying another word, we kept looking right at each other.
She got up and walked over to me, and climbed on my lap to straddle me. She reached down and yanked my pants down before stroking my hard cock against her.
"Is it?" Amber moaned in my ear.
I was visibly shocked.
Before I knew it she started to ride me: right there, in my chair, at the dinner table. We'd never done anything like this; it's always been in the bedroom. But I was too horny to care. Amber was absolutely soaking wet. I started thrusting up, meeting her halfway. I had never fucked her like this, and especially this aggressively.
She was bouncing and rubbing her body all over me while her perfect bubble butt bounced on my lap. Her moaning was so sexy in my ear. I stoodd up, pulling her up with me and pushing her onto the table, and started slamming into her. I was going so fast, I though the table might break. Not long after, I let out a loud shout and we both orgasmed together. We looked at each other and laughed before kissing.
"Well that sure was different," Amber said with a naughty smile.
I was out of breath, so I just nodded and gave her a big smile.
"Ugh. I'm all sweaty now," she whined. " I'm going to take a bath, honey."
"That's fine, go ahead and relax. I'll clean up dinner," I said. That put a big smile on her face before she gave me a kiss and ran upstairs.
After I finished cleaning up I went upstairs to find my wife getting out the bath. We put on a movie and got into bed and didn't say anything about what had happened. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how I might bring up the subject. The next morning, she hadn't brought it up, so I acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
A month had passed since we had had the best sex ever: on our dinner table ... after her finding out my fantasy. Over the next few weeks, the sex had continued; sometimes twice a day.
And now for another life-changing event: my thirtieth birthday.
The party was coming up on the weekend: we were having a big celebration at our place.
My wife was in full party-host mode, getting our place ready. I was intent on doing my part even though she begged me not to help. I kept asking her what my present was gonna be and she kept telling me that I'd have to wait and see.
After getting the house ready, we both went upstairs to change. I was ready thirty minutes later, but my wife was still taking her time. Right before our guests arrived, Amber finally came down.
I just stared; speechless.
She was wearing a red silk dress that hugged her body, with the hem just above mid-thigh. When she walked you could see her beautiful athletic legs and thighs: a sight that would make any man fantasize about how soft they'd feel, wrapped around him. You could barely discern the matching lingerie underneath. It was so sexy; but also classy.
The thing is, she would never normally have worn something like this, especially with all of our friends coming. She must have done it especially for me, because she looked shy as she descended.
That didn't stop me from smiling ear-to-ear.
She smirked and walked up to me, giving me a kiss on the lips and then twirling for me. In a sexy voice she said, "Do you like?"
I nodded my head in awe, thinking: I am a lucky man.
She giggled. "Well this is part of your birthday present so you better enjoy it!"
Boy did I enjoy it. The party went without a hitch. Everybody came and partied. Guys got hammered and we even had girls running around the house soaked to the skin from jumping in our pool and hot tub. Finally at the end of the night, a few close friends and family were still there, but they were either passed out or close to it.
My wife and I stepped out onto our back porch alone, to cuddle up on the couch and talk about how great the party and night was.
She started to pet and purr all over me until I gave in. She kept licking and biting my ear. My hand was on her ass, squeezing and admiring the shape of her perfect bubble butt.
I recalled during the party seeing her dancing with a friend. Her ass had been about to jump out of that dress and I knew every guy at the party was wishing he was me. I started to get more excited and gave her ass an extra hard grip, before she pulled my hand away.
"Ouch, baby, you can't grab it that hard," she whined in a sultry voice.
"Sorry honey, it's hard not to." I smiled while rubbing my hand up and down her back.
"Hmmm. I'm so turned onnnnnnn. Wearing these clothes in front of so many people. I felt every guy's eyes on me, I wanted to go change, but I knew you were having a good time." She looked into my eyes before giving me a slow, loving kiss. Her hand started rubbing my crotch, which got me even more turned on.
I was baffled by her actions. She had never been the one to initiate sex; however, tonight was a totally different story. I started to wonder what else she might be willing to do tonight.
As I pondered how I might try to introduce new positions when we got upstairs to bed, I tried to get up. She pushed me back onto the couch and knelt before me. I immediately went wide-eyed: I knew what is coming yet I still couldn't believe it. The first blowjob she'd ever given me.
