My wife and I had an interesting conversation last night I want to share. She came home about 9:00 PM last night freshly fucked. She was wearing one of her boyfriend’s tee shirts, which of course was way too big for her, and a skirt that she had probably worn to work earlier that day. She pushed the skirt down her hips, let it fall to the floor, and then climbed into bed with me. I caught a look at her inner thighs as she got into bed. They were coated with drying sperm. It looked like Wade had sent her home with a large load in her cunt and it had slowly worked its way out and dripped down her legs
I asked, “You don’t want to take a shower?”
She shook her head, “I will in the morning. I don’t have the energy right now.”
The thought of my wife’s boyfriend’s cum staining our sheets was more than a little arousing. She wiggled her way towards me until her backside was resting against my front. Her borrowed shirt smelled clean—that Gain fabric softener I now identify with Wade, and her skin smelled like his cologne.
Despite having jacked off several times yesterday, I still started to get hard. Jaimee reached around and lightly touched my dick and said, “I want to talk first.”
“Sure J, what’s up?” I of course replied.
“Are you happy we’ve started again? Have things been good for you?” she asked. I nodded and was about to speak when she cut me off and asked, “What can I do to make it better for you?”
This caught me flat-footed. I hadn’t really give it a lot of thought. I was really just enjoying the experiences again. I tried to think of what to say, but nothing came out. Now, another confession. I have, like many of you, a thousand things I would love to see my wife do—things that I want to do, but I keep a lot of those thoughts and feelings buried deep because they’re just fantasy and probably wouldn’t go over well in real life, so I wasn’t about to start confessing those things.
Since I hadn’t said anything, Jaimee turned her body so that she could look at me, her hand never leaving my dick. Of note: I mentioned on an earlier post that my wife has been reading a lot of X’s earlier stories. She’s currently reading “Consequences” so that’s where the seed of this next part came from. She’s mentioned that she likes the part of the story where Jen tells Mike that she’ll fulfill three of his deepest wishes.
Looking straight at me, her fingers firmly around my member, she asked, “I want to know your three deepest sexual desires,” then after a long paused, said, “you tell me your three, I’ll tell you my three and we’ll do them.”
I sputtered involuntarily, “I’m not sure that would be the most responsible thing to do.”
Jaimee just laughed and then deadpanned, “I’m married and have a boyfriend that I’m fucking every day,” then she pressed, “I know you want to tell me—don’t be such a fraidy cat. We don’t need two pussies in this marriage.”
Yeah, that made me laugh pretty hard. Then a long moment passed in silence as I thought of what I should say. She waited patiently and I could feel her staring at me. I thought hard about what to say, but I felt conflicted. On one hand, I have so many fantasies that I’ve read about—they’re cliché as fuck—but I still enjoy thinking about them. Then I have really dark fantasies that dwell in a deep and hidden place, and that’s where they’ll stay because I know for certainty that no good would ever come from doing those things. In the end, I opted for a few things I’ve always wanted to experience but never really talked about.
I took a deep breath and then said, “I’ll say one, and then you say one, alright?” She thought for a moment and then nodded, so I proceeded, “I want you to have a sex with two men at the same time and I want a video recording so that I can watch it whenever I want.”
I watched as the idea took root in her mind. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her chest rose as she took in a deep breath of air. I know she’s always been skittish about the idea of sex with multiple men. She’s always felt scared to seriously consider it, but that was in the past, and things have changed significantly in the last months. I could see her skin flush at the idea and her breath became shallow and more rapid. Finally, she simply nodded.
Squeezing my dick tightly, she said, “You know what I want.”
“You want me to wear a cock cage?” I finished for her.
She nodded, but said, “Almost correct. Your dick is just a little too small be called a cock—but close enough, and yes, that’s what I want. I want you to try it for a month.”
“Does this mean you want to do the denial thing?” I asked to clarify.
“That gets into number two on my list,” she said, when I didn’t respond she added, “I don’t want you to masturbate anymore—at least not for the month anyway. I’ll make sure you’re properly taken care of most of the time, but no more wanking like you’re a teenage boy.”
Now my heart was pounding in my chest. This was something I’ve known she’s wanted for a long time, but now I was basically cornered into it. What the fuck though, I could manage it for a month, so I agreed. It was my turn again. I knew what I wanted from her. I knew both things I wanted from her. But I also knew this was going to be playing with some serious fucking fire. Not just jumping into the deep end of the pool but jumping into the Marian’s Trench!
I felt light headed as I was about to open up this pandora’s box. It took me a long while, but finally I said it, “When I go out of town for work next week,” I began. As an adder, I’ve had a long-term job looming for a while now. We have a client in Guatemala that purchased some of our systems and I’m over their account. They just completed construction and so I’m supposed to go help with start-up for a few weeks. I continued, “I want you to live full time with your boyfriend until I get home.”
Her eyes went about as wide as I’ve ever seen them, and she gasped, “Oh fuck me.” I think she was close to having an orgasm just from the thought alone. I know, this is probably the worst idea ever, but I answered her honestly. I felt like my chest was going to explode. We weren’t just talking about ‘what ifs’ right then. We were actually considering doing these things, and for us, it’s a HUGE leap.
I guess in some ways, this is like life imitating art. We’d been reading about these kinds of stories and feeling desires to act them out, only until now, we’ve been too afraid to try. And so, each time we stop the game, we feel a need to return in order to experience something we feel like we’re missing. As dangerous as this might prove to be, we both feel like if we don’t put ourselves out there and try it, then we’ll always wonder and we’ll never be able to shake the feelings and stop playing the game.
“I’m sure Wade wouldn’t mind…” she said, softly, and then asked, “Are you sure?” I nodded. She then added, “I’m almost afraid to know what number three is.”
“You first,” I told her.
She smiled coyly at me and I knew I was in trouble, “I want you to learn to love cream pies more than any other cuck in the world,” she said. Now it was my turn, and I think the words ‘oh fuck me’ came out of my mouth. She went on, “I want to come home from my lovers and I want you to beg me to let you clean me out and make me fresh again.”
I’ve tried the cream pie thing before, and it wasn’t my favorite. This was going to be a fucking challenge. I thought again about what we were considering and the strongest, overpowering, erotic feeling washed over me. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I literally felt half drunk. I know my wife was feeling it too.
I knew she was waiting for me to tell her my third. I had to reach deep to find the stones to tell her this one. But I eventually go there. “I want you,” I began, “to cheat on me.” I knew she was going to say something like ‘that doesn’t count because you know what I’m doing’ so I headed her off before she could speak. I continued, “I want you to have an affair with someone that I don’t know and I want you to try to keep it a secret from me.”
I felt her legs squeeze together as she pondered the request. This was a fucking crazy experience we were having. It was like the most intense sexual thing we’d ever done, and we were hardly touching each other. We were simply feeding each other erotic thoughts and desires.
My wife moved closer to me, “I want this,” she confessed, “but it’s bloody mental.” I couldn’t have agreed more. She then said, “Things could get pretty difficult at times for us, but mostly for you—can you handle it?”
I nodded, “Yes, as long as I know that in the end I won’t lose you.”
We pulled each other closer. She said, “We have to agree on something then, yeah.” I lifted my head to meet her eyes, “At the end of, let’s say June, we have to come together and lock ourselves into this bedroom if necessary, until we’ve reconnected. Let’s go on a cruise or something so that it’s just the two of us without any distractions.”
Pretty fucking crazy. I’ve agreed to wear a chastity cage for a month, not masturbate, and eat some cream pies. She’s agreed to live with her boyfriend, have sex with two men and record it, and have an affair with someone and keep it a secret. I know there are a lot of different tastes and opinions out there on this forum, but for some reason this is what appeals to us right now. We wanted to push the game forward. I still feel waves of overwhelming angst and anxiety hit me from our conversation last night, but I’ve never in my life felt such a rush too.
Any ideas on how to learn to love a cream pie?