I get up from my bed and look down at my wife Leah. She looks so sexy lying there naked. We just had really great sex and I look between her legs, and see my cum leaking out of her, down between her ass.
I just came, but my cock twitches as I look at her, imagining what it would be like to get between her legs and lick her clean.
Knowing my wife would be repulsed if I ever mentioned this to her, I head to the bathroom and get ready for bed.
My wife and I have been married just over 10 years now. Despite having 2 kids, we still maintain an active, healthy sex life, although it's quite vanilla. Doggy style is about as adventurous as we get.
Even my fantasies were on the tame side. Imagining myself with some celebrity, or an attractive girl I had an interaction with. If I was feeling really naughty, I'd fantasize about one of my wife's friends.
It was a couple years ago when my fantasies started to get naughtier.
They started off with imagining a scenario where my wife and I would have a threesome with another woman. Those then evolved to just imagining my wife with another woman while I watched.
But then I started thinking about a man in a threesome with my wife, and I honestly struggled with it.
My wife is as sweet and innocent as they come, and is the most wonderful wife and mother you could imagine.
She's 5'1 with long black hair, and large brown eyes. Her tits are on the smaller side, but look great on her petite body. Since having kids, her ass got bigger and I consider it her best feature.
Although she has a wonderful body, nobody would ever realize it because she has always dressed modestly, not wanting to attract any attention, except mine, and I've always loved that about her.
Despite the guilty feelings I had with my fantasies, I couldn't stop myself. I reasoned that everyone had fantasies, and since they weren't harming anyone, I shouldn't feel guilty about them.
Once I got over that, it wasn't long before my fantasies got naughtier, and I was imagining my wife fuck another man while I just watched.
I've always been a pretty confident guy. I was 5'10, with brown hair and blue eyes. I was always active and into fitness, so I was in good shape. My 6" cock always seemed more than adequate to please my wife, but I was never a dominant guy in the bedroom.
A couple of the times I attempted to be more in control, it felt very awkward and never went anywhere.
Now I was consumed with seeing my wife with a dominant man with a huge cock, fucking my wife silly until he came inside her, and forced me to lick her clean.
I understood that these were all just fantasies, and I'd never actually want to see this happen in real life, but sometimes I wondered.
As soon as I started to think about how this would play out logically, I came to my senses and realized the absurdity of it.
I started to explore forums online, feeling a sense of normalcy reading about the countless other men who seemed to be identical to me.
Loving the fantasy of being cucked, without actually wanting it to happen.
It was here where the idea that maybe this could be something I could role play with my wife had formed. I had read some success stories about guys who shared their fantasies with their wives, and it ended up adding a whole new level intimacy to their marriage.
I realized I could never bring roleplaying this up to my wife, as just the thought of admitting something like this to her, was extremely shameful and embarrassing, but I did have an idea.
The idea was that after my wife and I had sex, instead of rolling out of bed and getting cleaned up as I normally did. I would instead continue to focus my attention on her. My wife always would respond to making out, so I would continue to make out with her while I played with her pussy. Once she was aroused and moaning again, I would start kissing her body, sucking her tits, licking down her stomach until I was between her legs. I anticipated that she would show some reluctance, but I would shrug it off and start licking her pussy, and make her cum with my tongue.
I was extremely confident that my plan would work, and when I told my wife how hot it was to make her cum again like that, it would be something that I could do again on occasion, without actually having to explain what my actual fantasies were. Seems logical, right?
Boy was I wrong..
The night I put my plan into action, things had been doing well.
The kids went to sleep early and my wife was feeling the effects from the couple glasses of wine she had.
She lead me into our bedroom and immediately took her clothes off as I did the same. As soon as I laid down, she was between my legs eagerly sucking my cock.
I played with her tits, and pulled on her hard nipples, making her moan as my cock was in her mouth.
After a few minutes of her sucking me, she got up and positioned herself onto my cock.
She wasted no time, using it to fuck herself while I held onto her hips, guiding her up and down. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits.
I started to squeeze them while using my thumbs to caress her nipples. Her moans grew louder and she rode me faster, and I started bucking my hips up harder.
As her head rolled back I felt her body tensing up, as she started to cum. After a few more thrusts into her, I groaned as I felt myself cum.
She just sat on my cock, feeling it twitch while I emptied myself inside her.
"God that was amazing!" she smiled as she leaned over and gave me a kiss, with my cock still inside her.
She got off me and laid down, beside me.
Normally, after we laid for a few moments I would head to the bathroom and clean up, followed by her. Despite just cumming, the idea that I was about to be licking my cum from her was already making me hard again.
I laid on my side and faced her, and could see she was already puzzled.
"You're so sexy babe. That was so fucking hot." I said to her.
She smiled at me, as I leaned in to kiss her.
I continued to kiss her when she pulled away.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a coy smile.
"I just want to kiss you." I smiled back and then continued to kiss her.
As expected, her arousal grew as she moaned while I started to caress her nipple. I lowered my hand and pushed her leg apart, which she did with no resistance.
I cupped her pussy and couldn't believe what a mess she was. My fingers went in with such ease as her wetness and my cum had her incredibly slick.
I was hard as a rock and couldn't wait any longer. I stopped kissing her and started to scoot down her body.
"Oh does someone want a round 2?" she laughed as she started opening her legs.
I started to scoot back further and lower my head, when she realized that I wasn't going to fuck her.
She closed her legs up and put her hand out.
"What are you doing?" she looked at me confused.
"I want to make you feel good." I said with confidence.
"You..came though, didn't you?" she said with a scrunched up face.
"Well yeah..but I don't care..I still want to please you.."
I was expecting her hesitation, but I wasn't expecting the look she had on her face.
"That's disgusting Derrick!!!" she said with absolute disgust.
"It's not that disgusting! There are a lot of people who do it and it's supposed to make it feel even better." I pleaded.
After I said that, I realized that I said too much.
She was already off the bed and putting her bathrobe on, and I could tell she was upset.
"You've read about this?! Is this some sick thing you thought I'd be into?!"
"Well no..I don't know..I just figured it'd be something different I guess." I replied stupidly.
"Ugh I can't believe you Derrick. That's so gross!" she said as she stormed into the bathroom.
It could not have gone any worse, and she was cold to me over the next few days. It was extremely awkward and uncomfortable, and I knew that I should really apologize and try to explain myself somehow, but I couldn't bring myself to address it.
I acted like everything was normal, with giving her space.
Finally after a few days, she seemed to be getting back to normal with me, and a couple days later we ended up having sex.
I was nervous that she would try to bring the whole encounter up again, but seeing as she didn't, I assumed that she wanted to forget about the whole thing, which was totally fine with me.
Still feeling embarrassed about the whole incident, I couldn't bring myself to fantasize about anything like that anymore, and I started questioning if it was something I was really interested in the first place, and I reasoned that maybe this was a good thing.
A couple months went by and things between us were completely back to normal, and while my fantasies would creep in the background of my mind, I hadn't really focused on them.
It was at our friend's wedding where they came back with a vengeance.
The wedding was a couple hours out of town, and we were staying overnight at the hotel where the reception was taking place.
My wife bought a new dress that showed off her curves well. It wasn't nearly as revealing as any of the other dress women were wearing, but it was revealing enough for her.
It showed off a decent amount of cleavage and really hugged her hips, accentuating her plump ass.
She wore black stockings, with black heels and I couldn't wait to get her back to the hotel room.
We knew a handful of people there that we were thankfully seated at, and had a nice time catching up with them as we didn't see them nearly as much anymore.
My wife was indulging in the signature cocktail for the reception and I could tell she was starting to get a little tipsy.
When the dancing started, she along with some of the other girls at the table went to the dance floor.
The other guys and I weren't dancers, so we hung around the table, only getting up to refresh our drinks at the bar, as well as do our obligatory part of slow dancing when our wives dragged us out there.
