This is a work of fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it.
I sat staring at the computer. It had taken a little research but through the all knowing and often wrong google I had finally figured out how to track which internet sites my husband visited. It had taken a little more research but I figured out his login name and password and was able to log into several of his most frequently visited sites. What I found had left me a little breathless. My straight laced conservative husband had a very kinky side and I loved it.
As a girl growing up in San Antonio I was a legend. I lost my cherry at a very young age and played with boys all through junior high and high school. I never lost an opportunity to explore and play with any boy brave enough to ask me out and there were a lot of brave boys in San Antonio in the late 90's. Away at Texas A&M University I became a fraternity star player and I discovered that women were excellent play things as well. You might think that a girl like me would have played with some of my girl friends during high school. I knew of girls who did that and I'll admit I was curious but for some reason the other girls in high school never seemed to want to hang out with me. It didn't worry me a lot as I never lacked for male company.
My senior year at college a counselor sat me down and gave me a stern talk. She was a beautiful woman with the sexiest green eyes I'd ever seen. Of course we ended up having sex, several times, but she told me that once I got out of school and into business I would need to be careful and maintain a good reputation. "Don't play where you work," was how she put it, and I got the picture. I was ambitious and really wanted to succeed in my career without having to sleep my way to the top. That said, I couldn't afford to allow my sexual appetite to ruin it for me. Besides, I figured, I'd done just about everything that could be done sexually; threesomes, foursomes, pulling trains, gang bangs, double penetration, airtight, you name it I'd done it. Most of it before I graduated from high school, but college had filled out the odd corners.
So when I graduated and got my first job in Dallas I made the decision to settle down. I dressed conservatively, acted conservative, hell I even voted conservative. Well at least I put on the appearance. I still had my fuck buddies but now I made sure I kept it discrete and I always acted prim and proper around work. Through sheer effort of will, I ignored or turned down advances from rising stars and set executives as well. A year later I met Dan through my boss. Dan worked at a company in Fort Worth and when he asked me out on a date I conceded. Since he knew Allen, my boss, I had to play the conservative woman so we didn't even kiss on our first date. I figured that would mean there wouldn't be a second date but three dates later Dan fell head over heels in love with me. He was cute and successful and I figured that dating a friend of the boss could get me some brownie points so I didn't end it when he professed his undying love.
The only problem was that Dan was serious and he wanted a monogamous relationship with me. I'd never done that before and it was all new territory for me. I confess I was not very good at it either. Oh I tried. I really did, but a week without sex and Carl, one of my fuck buddies, would call up and how could I say no? Or maybe it would be Rick or Laura or maybe Sharra and Mike. Wow, Sharra and Mike were great. They both knew just how to make me cum and I loved returning the favor. Anyway six months of being with Dan and he proposed. I didn't answer right away. I knew that hurt him and it made me feel bad. I never want to hurt anyone, but I could see this spiraling out of control. The next day Allen called me in and hinted strongly that he didn't want Dan hurt and he knew I would do the right thing. I could tell from his eyes he meant that the right thing was to marry Dan.
Allen seemed to like me and he had control of my destiny with Daltech so I stalled Dan, telling him I wasn't sure. As I dithered we still dated and Dan was bending over backwards to please me. It was really quite cute, kind of like a small puppy that really wants to do everything right but just can't get anything spot on. Dan never pressured me for sex and when I couldn't help myself and started being forward with him, he got very nervous and clumsy. Two weeks went by and Dan started pushing for an answer. Finally I called several of my fuck buddies and talked to them at length about the situation. It was Laura who sealed the deal.
"Babe, marry him. You can still slip away and play now and then and he'll be none the wiser."
So I accepted and in May I became Gina Cross. Mrs. Gina Cross. Wow. Isn't it funny how life works? Dan and I had only had sex four times before we got married. He wasn't very good in bed. Oh he had all the right equipment but no training in how to use it. Our honeymoon was going to be a week in Corpus Christi, so I arranged for Sharra and Mike to be there. I was only able to slip out twice to play with them but it made the honeymoon bearable. They had come to the wedding, several of my best fuck buddies had, and I'd introduced them to Dan. It was kind of funny because he liked them right from the start. I actually said "I do" with a load of Mike's cum in my pussy but that is a different story.
So after the honeymoon we returned to Dallas and to our jobs. Being married made it much harder to play with my fuck buddies but I managed it a couple of times a month at least. Sharra and Mike started coming over on weekends but around Dan we all played it straight. At least while he was watching. I can't recall how many times I let Mike pound me with Dan in the next room or how many times I licked and sucked on Sharra's sweet pussy while Dan thought we were "freshening up."
Then after about a year I noticed that Dan started slipping off at night after our missionary style wham, bam, thank you ma'am sessions. He'd be gone for thirty to forty-five minutes and then sneak back into the room and climb into bed. I usually used this time to masturbate, but I had to be careful and a couple of times I almost got caught. Of course I got curious about where he was going, but I was in the habit of pretending to be asleep after sex because that fit the persona that I had built for Dan. This meant that I couldn't easily follow and spy on him. However it just so happened that we lived in Irving and while I worked in downtown Dallas, Dan worked in Fort Worth so I got home ahead of him almost every day unless there was an accident or road destruction that delayed me. So after a while of Dan slipping away after fucking me I started investigating what was going on. I guess I was kind of hoping he was having an affair because maybe I could work that to my advantage, but what I found was even more interesting.
Dan liked porn. And not just any porn, he liked cuckolding porn. He liked cuckolding stories. He liked cuckolding videos. He liked cuckolding pictures. I read and re-read the stories and I watched the videos. It was kind of funny because most of the men in the stories had small dicks. Dan's cock wasn't small. He wasn't huge either, really about average, and if he had known how to use it he could have made me cum easily. As it was, I had never had an orgasm with Dan. He was just too clueless and my persona would not allow me to teach him. I tried giving him clues, but like most men he really needed a club to get through his thick skull. Oh well, my many fuck buddies kept me well set up so life was bearable.
Back to Dan's porn. I liked the stories. It kind of struck me as funny that the fantasies that Dan had were coming true almost weekly and he just didn't know it. But as I studied the stories and the videos and even the picture sets I realized there was another component to this fantasy. Humiliation. All of the husbands in the stories were humiliated by their wives and the wife's bull. That was what they called the stud the wife fucked. In several of the stories, the wife actually tied the husband up and gagged him while she fucked her stud. The Bulls always teased and picked on the husband while he fucked the willing wife. I really didn't get that part, to me sex is just fun and making it anything else just doesn't compute. But hey who am I to tell other people how to get off, right?
For several weeks I hurried home to read the stories my husband read at night. Now, you might think from what I've said in this story that I didn't love Dan. That isn't the case though. I really had come to love him. He was a kind and gentle man. Strong enough physically and emotionally to be a good leader. He'd been promoted to management in his job and he was good at leading his team. He also was good at running our house. He paid bills on time, every time. He made sure I had nice clothes to wear, conservative constricting clothes, but nice clothes. He was a good husband and as I watched him more closely I could tell he was frustrated with our sex life, but I had wove my web of lies so carefully I couldn't see any way to out. As I read more and more of the stories Dan liked a plan formed in my mind.
I got my courage up. Funny how with any of my fuck buddies I could easily talk about sex, but with Dan, I really did have to get my courage up. I did though and one night after sex I held his arm.
"Dan, wait."
He paused and I reached over and turned my bedside light up. Dan insisted on fucking in the dark. Wow, you talk about something that doesn't make any sense, fucking in the dark you miss out on so much. Why would anyone ever want to fuck in the dark, but Dan insisted so we did. Anyway I turned up the light and looked at him.
"I thought you were asleep." He said softly.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure Gina. Is everything okay?"
"Not really Dan. I think you are frustrated with our sex life. Is that right? Are you frustrated Dan."
"We do seem to be in a rut, Gina." He shrugged.
"I'm a little frustrated too." I said earnestly.
He looked worried. "Don't you like our sex?"
I wanted to scream at him, "NO! I hate our sex," but instead I said, "Of course I like it, Dan, but it is always the same. Would you like to spice it up? Maybe roleplay? Or make love in the living room, or maybe experiment? We are two adults we don't have to be hung up about sex, you know?"
He seemed to think about that for a while and then he nodded. "I think I would like that, but I don't know where to start. Gina, you may not know this because we have never talked about it but I was a virgin when we married. I'm pretty sure you weren't and I've never asked but I think whoever you were with before might have hurt you. That is why I'm so careful with you."
What the fuck! Where in the hell had he got that idea! No one had ever hurt me, especially not sexually. I was as free and happy sexually as a girl could possibly be. But that was not the persona I had adopted after college and looking back I guess I could see it.
"No one has ever hurt me Dan and I'm not afraid you will either. You don't have to hold back around me. You can tell me anything and I won't be mad or freak out."
He smiled. "I'm not so sure about that. Tell you what, if you want to spice things up, let's do it, but I need you to guide because I don't know what to do."
This fit my plans perfectly. I knew I had to take it kinda slow though so the next day I went out and bought a sexy babydoll nightgown and I had it on when he got home. We made love in the living room. It was still just simple sex with me laying on the floor and him humping into me missionary style until he came in my pussy. After that I dressed and we had supper. Dan was ecstatic. Over the next several weeks I pushed Dan's boundaries and on the fourth week we had sex with Dan laying on his back and me riding him cowgirl. God it felt good to be out of missionary and I almost came that night. Three nights later I got him to try doggie style but it was too much for him and he confessed he would rather be able to see my face while we made love. He is so sweet.
During this time I met a new fuck buddy named Jeff. Jeff was big, not fat, but big. Well over six feet, and my best guess is around two-twenty. His cock was bigger than Dan's too. Longer and fatter. Now I'm not a size queen. I have fucked men with four inch dicks that were fantastic lovers and I've fucked men who were hung like a donkey who couldn't make me cum no matter what they did, but I knew that Dan's fantasy would need a man who was bigger than him and after the first time I fucked Jeff I knew he was the one.
I continued to push Dan sexually. After six weeks I asked him to talk dirty to me. He was pathetic at it.
"Oh baby, I love your vagina. Your breasts are so big," was about all he could come up with. I stopped him.
"Like this baby," I said softly, "Come on stud, put your cock in me. I want to feel it. Come on baby, pound me harder. Mmm, yeah baby. Now you try."
"Oh Gina, I love making love to you. Do you like my penis? Can you feel it?"
