It was cold and blustery outside, huge sheaths of rain drove past the window carried on a storm that forecasters said would continue into the morning. For three hours I'd sat on the edge of the bed just staring at the violence of the wind and rain glancing only occasionally at the clock on the bedside table. I was simply lost in thought and emotion as I relived the events of the last five months and reflected on how a normal marriage had quickly become a minefield of intrigue and emotional turmoil.
I looked again at the mobile phone resting on top of the dresser. She had purposely placed it there, sending a clear message that I wouldn't be able to contact her when she walked out. She had kept her hand on it for a few seconds almost pleading with me to change my mind but when I said nothing she finally released her grip and with a sigh closed her bag. I could see the disappointment in her face as she headed towards the door and then left. Nothing else was said but I noted the purpose in her stride and in that moment I knew that her temperament and pride would make her go through with it.
Anne and I met six years ago. She was 32 and I was 35. We both had histories in terms of emotional commitment, I had been married before and she'd been in a long term relationship which she lead me to believe, was oppressive and violent. I'd often wondered why she had stayed with him for 10 years. The character I saw and loved was strong and decisive, which didn't figure with the brow beaten and subservient woman she described during that relationship. In the end she said that she threw him out which again was at odds with the domineering and dangerous individual she said he was. Nevertheless these were issues that were never discussed.
Having met our relationship went from the normal courtship to one where we were cohabiting within 3 months and were married 18 months later. We'd had the usual ups and downs but in the main we had a strong commitment towards one another and my willingness to placate and submit whenever an argument became particularly vocal or nasty was of great assistance to a relatively easy going companionship. In real terms that had meant spending all my time with her and unwittingly, quickly turning my back on my friends then losing all contact with them. Almost everything that I did outside of work needed her prior approval.
It was pretty much the same in the bedroom, she did the leading and I waited for instruction. It could never be said that we took the role of sub and dom in the literal sense of the word, we rarely used restraints and only once used corporal punishment. It was more a question of her generally taking the initiative as to how, when and where it was to happen.
One night however, around Christmas she was lying on the sofa whilst I sat with her legs over my lap. We drank a bottle of wine as I lovingly massaged her legs and thighs. She showed no glimmer of emotion or sexual tension as I kneaded and plied her tight calves but as her dressing gown gradually slid off her thigh, my cock began to strain against my shorts. I knew that she could feel it pressing against her skin but, as usual, I waited for her to take the initiative. I'd learned very quickly that moving too fast was a mistake so I was invariably patient in my build up. Gradually I moved my hands higher, still rubbing and soothing until I reached the top of her thighs and then finally she pulled her dressing gown open and I was able to stare at her naked body. Her smooth toned skin glowed in the orangey light from the fire as I gazed at her cleanly shaved groin, which was already puffy and gleaming with moisture. I tried to throw her legs off so that I could climb on top but she pushed down with her thighs and grabbed my hand making me turn to look at her. Without saying anything she pulled my hand towards her groin and let one of her legs fall to the floor so that her lips slowly started to unfurl. I could now feel how wet and sticky she had become as I cradled the swollen skin and gripped it lightly
Following her instruction I then gently eased a finger into the gap and ran it through the soaking folds of flesh. I could see that her normal pink was now crimson as the blood surged in anticipation even her clit was pushing out from its protective hood. As I grazed the swollen button she moaned and arched her back slightly as she controlled the pleasure that coursed through her body. I spent ages just running my fingertips over her bud using her natural wetness to lubricate and vary the pressure I applied. I loved the way she allowed her body to direct me in what I did. A moan here and a twitch there were her way of letting me know whether I was doing it right. I soon sensed her climax approaching as I finally eased a finger into the warmth and tightness of her hole, still massaging her button and it was then that began a sequence of events that lead me to sitting alone in a bedroom waiting for her to return.
'Tell me one of your fantasies, the most disgusting one you've got', she hissed. 'Tell me something no else knows'
This was a new one. We were rarely vocal in bed and had never spoken about such things. We were by no means prudish but actions not discussion had always lead the way. By now however, I was literally boiling with passion and my cock was leaking through the material of my shorts. There was only one, I thought immediately, and it certainly matched the criteria in so much as it was disgusting and I had certainly never told it to anyone else but I wasn't sure how she would take it. I said nothing for a while and then tried to get up so that I could lick and kiss her gaping slit, but she sensed me moving and grabbed my hand holding it tight against her cunt.
'Tell me' she whispered this time looking at me through glazed eyes.
There was no hiding how aroused she was and so if only to fit in with the moment I decided to try her out.
'I would like to watch you with another man.'
It seemed good for a start and I was still in a position where I could always say that it was said in the hope that it would arouse her rather than actually be something I wanted. She didn't seem to take offence however, as she continued.
'What would you want me to do?'
Again I didn't reply immediately but by now she was dripping wet and I pushed a third finger into her pliant hole amazed at how easily she took it. Two fingers were comfortable but three ordinarily made her wince. As I slowly pushed my hand in and out she raised her hips and writhed as I delved hard and deep. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist to stop her orgasm and asked me again. I was so turned on that I replied immediately.
'Fuck them.' By now she was twisting away from my fingers trying desperately to ease the pressure on her clit. She was very close but it seemed, in no rush to orgasm.
'You would like that would you?'
By now I was close to exploding, I had told her what I dreamed of and she hadn't exploded into a torrent of abuse and loathing. At the same time, just mentioning it without an adverse reaction was exciting me beyond belief. Pushing the boundaries still further, I replied,
'Oh yeah'
'So you want to watch me fuck and suck other men's cocks?'
She wasn't accusatory in the question and I could feel from the heat of her groin that the fantasy at least, was not appalling to her. Again however, I stayed silent.
'Do you want to do it for real or do you just think about it?'
Now I was in a difficult position if I answered this question in the affirmative then it was hardly something that I could say was said in passion but the truth of the matter was that it was something that I'd always dreamed of. Some men think of fucking two women at the same time, whereas, my particular predilection was to watch my wife fuck somebody else and enjoy it.
'Yes' I replied.
This time I sensed her tension. Her hand that still controlled my fingers gripped tighter and then quickly relaxed. Suddenly I thought that I had gone too far. I could feel her looking at me. I just stared at her groin and made no attempt to make eye contact. But she didn't push me away instead she pulled me on top of her and pulled my cock into her burning cunt. In one movement I was buried to the hilt. She had me right where she wanted me in more ways than one as she gripped my buttocks and held me firmly in place deep inside of her. We were face to face and I had no choice but to look into her eyes. No matter how hard I tried to fuck her she just moved with me, depriving me of the orgasm that would get me out of this situation. I could see that she was searching to see whether I meant what I had said as her eyes bored into me. I had to keep turning away trying desperately to hide the truth but in doing so I gave her an answer. Again I felt her tense and then she slowly released the hold on my buttocks.
'Fuck me.'
We fucked with a passion her hips bouncing as she sought her own release. Minutes later we were bathed in sweat and then I exploded deep inside of her as she went into spasm as her own climax took over. We clung to each other for a moment and when I rolled off, she just pulled the open dressing gown around her and went to bed. By the time I followed her five minutes later I was grateful that she was already asleep or at least giving a very good imitation of it.