"I've been thinking about something," Michelle said.
Her husband, Micheal, was usually not much good for conversation once he started off to sleep. The clock now read 11:34pm, well after his effective verbal skills had turned in for the night. But what he was about to hear would be like a double shot of espresso to the speech centers of his brain.
"Hrmph," was the best he could do in response. This presupposes that he even comprehended Michelle's words.
"Do you remember what you said about big cocks?" she continued.
Ears were starting to perk up. "Mmm-Hmm," a little more coherently this time.
"I'm wondering what one would feel like," her words almost a whisper.
Micheal shot up in bed like he'd been poked in the ass with a hot iron! He was one of those guys that was a freak on the inside, but had always been afraid of taking the next step. Sexual discussions had always got him aroused, and tonight would be no different.
"What do you mean?" he stammered.
" I mean, I've just been wondering what it would be like to have sex with a guy who has a really big cock. I just want to know if it would feel really good or if it would be so big that it hurt." He could hear the seriousness in her voice. She wasn't playing with him this time, it was something she actually wanted. At least for now she did.
"What got you thinking about that?" Micheal asked, wondering how much she was willing to give up.
"Well," she continued, "do you remember when you told me that you liked watching a girl getting fucked by a thick cock?" He nodded. "Since then, I've been wondering what it would feel like."
Micheal thought for a moment and said, "Do you want a big dildo, or do you want to have sex with a person?"
They had talked at times about swinging. It had always been a fantasy of Michael's, one that he tried not to discuss much because of Michelle's feelings on it. Despite her overriding objections, Michelle had twice discussed it as something they might actually do. The first time she told her husband that she was scared because she was really beginning to think about doing it, and the subject got dropped. The second time, Micheal and Michelle had come to an agreement that they would explore the things they had always wanted to do with no consequences. Point of clarification: This agreement was made in relation to their religious training and the temporary abandonment thereof. This did not apply to sex specifically, rather to all things such as smoking, drinking, parties, entertainment, and potentially sex.
That also appeared to be short lived as they had discontinued all semblances of religious devotion, but not actually changed any of their habits. What do people say about the 'third time being the charm'?
"I think it would feel better with a person."
Micheal's heart actually skipped a beat with that admission. Michelle had never stated clearly that she wanted to have sex with another person outside their marriage. To Micheal, though, this was the first step to the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy.
Micheal planned his next words very carefully. "You know I would do anything to make you happy, right?"
"Yes," she replied
Micheal lay back down next to his wife, who had never moved. Facing her, he pulled the comforter up and cradled her warm body to his chest. In the darkness he could just make out her eyes, but he could still see the tension in them.
"I'm serious about what I'm going to say. I can tell because I have that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I did with our first kiss. I am so turned on by what you have just said that if you told me that you wanted to do it, I would say 'yes'." Had his words been careful enough?
"Would you want to be in the room or not?" she asked. A little smile was creeping its way into her voice and she'd taken on a distinctly sultry tone. She was enjoying this!
"Oh, I would most definitely be in the room, with the video camera! I would want to see every second of it. You know I'm a complete voyeur." His voice was getting shaky from the excitement.
"What position would you like us in so you could get the best view?" Michelle was starting to feel a little tingle in her clit.
Micheal thought hard for a moment. "Well, for the best view, I guess I'd want you on top in a Reverse Cowgirl. But I'd also want to see you on your back so I could look up from the foot of the bed while he pounds you with his big, thick cock!"
"And every once in a while, you could bring your dick up to my mouth for a suck!?" she added. Her excitement was growing. She could feel her pussy lips sliding together when she shifted her legs.
"Oh, for that, I'd want him to be doing you from behind so I could kneel in front of you. I've always wanted you to take it from both ends!" Micheal's six-inch rod was throbbing now. The most arousing thing to him was that his wife sounded like she was planning to fuck another man.
He slipped his had around to her ass and pulled her hips into his pulsing erection. She lifted her leg slightly to allow his cock to press against her well-trimmed bush. She had gotten so wet from the talk that it slipped right between her lips and pressed against her now raging clit. She gasped at the sudden contact.
Michelle began grinding her pussy, almost imperceptibly against her husband's cock, but the movement was enough to send electricity through her whole body. She began thinking of all the scenarios she secretly pondered over at night. She never wanted Micheal to think of her as a slut, though she knew that's exactly how he wanted her. His only desire was to see her surrender herself to her deepest and most depraved fantasies. Her inhibitions lost the battle as she formed her next question. The answer was not so important as the effect of him thinking about it.
"Would you want him to wear a condom or not?" She thrust her hips again, more forcefully as she waited for his answer.
Micheal could barely take the torment she was waging on his prick. Getting short of breath, he barely got the words out, "I think I leave that up to you."
She pressed him harder for an answer by planting a picture in his mind. She knew what he liked and she knew what she wanted. "If we could be sure about diseases," she started, appeasing the need for caution, "can you imagine me riding that big cock and seeing his cum dripping out of my pussy?"
That was all he could take! Before she could react, Michelle was on her back, being filled with Micheal's iron-hard prick. She moaned loudly as he began thrusting vigorously. He would usually build slowly to an orgasm to give her a chance to catch up. Tonight that would be unnecessary. She had gotten so aroused by the conversation, that she was not far behind him.
"I want to see your pussy stretched by a huge cock and I want to see it shooting up inside you." He gained speed, now slamming into her sopping wet cunt. " I want to see you riding his thick rod, and then I want you to beg me to fuck your ass at the same time!"
The tables had turned. Micheal was now the one planting images in her head. Michelle was bombarded by sensations from her pussy, her muscles were starting to sing with the impending orgasm. She saw, very vividly in her mind's eye, the body of a well sculpted man on top of her, slamming his cock in to her. She imagined the feeling of being stretched and filled like never before. She felt her clit being pounded by his pubic bone as she reached around to grab is ass and pull him deeper into her belly. She exploded.
"OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHES!" she screamed loud enough to surprise herself.
Those words struck Micheal deeply. He knew in that moment that his wife was not there with him. In her mind, someone else's cock was in her. She had finally surrendered herself to pleasure.
"Aww, FUCK!" was all he could say in a strangled groan. He shot stream after stream into her as her cunt clamped around him, milking his cum from his balls.
They lay there breathlessly for a while, Micheal still hard inside his wife. Michelle worried that she had gone too far. She was struck by guilt at imagining what she had seen. Though fantasies were fun to talk about, she was mortified by the thought of hurting Micheal. But as he regained his breath, she was reminded that he had in fact enjoyed himself and felt no hurt at all.
"So, is race important to you?" he said with a bit of a giggle. Though his body was spent, his mind was racing with images and details that would have to be considered if this were to ever happen.
"I don't think so," she admitted. The question relieved her to no end. It implied that he was ok with her fucking someone else and felt none of the jealousy that often destroyed relationships like this.
It was now past midnight. Without another word, they snuggled, spooning. Michael loved this method because he like having his crotch tucked against her ass. They both drifted off to sleep and very pleasant dreams.
Michelle had grown up among a very strange mix of sexual attitudes. Most of her early years were spent with her grandmother, who taught her to be very lady like and proper. She was never taught that sex was dirty or to be feared, but she was unwillingly and forcefully exposed to sex at a very early age. Michelle had, as a result, never learned to view sex pragmatically. She needed to attach emotional significance to sex to separate her past and present. This was completely opposite of what Micheal wanted, and to a certain degree, had accomplish tonight.
