ONE YEAR AFTER THE WEDDING
1038 Words
Pete was the perfect husband for me attentive, loving, and faithful. He might have never admitted to looking for someone since we were together. I was there, so I knew he did; he was only a man. I trusted him the most because he didn't fool me around.
But a year after our wedding, we stayed in his house every weekend, then we stayed at our home for weeks, I didn't want to stay Mom at home lonely. Her request? Is to have a granddaughter as long as possible.
Tonight, we lay together in our bed, cuddling.
"You married a woman like me. I love you." I said it softly.
"And a sexy one, at that," he teased, easing a hand down my stomach to cup my crotch. We were nude and comfortable with each other's nakedness in a way only seasoned lover could be. His middle finger parted down to my p***y lips and rubbed my c******l area.
Amazing desire raced through me, and I snuggled closer to him.
"So, do you still think you're bi...?" The finger between my legs pushed gently, making me gasp.
"Of course, I am," he said.
"It's the way I was born. I like both sexes."
"You like s*x, period," I joked.
"Who doesn't?" He rubbed my c******l area in a series of sensuous circles, each rotation driving my wet flower up another notch.
"You can always tell me to stop." He told me
"You do, and I'm going to be one horny b***h for the rest of the night," I cautioned. He grinned and kissed my chin. Then he rose up.
I shifted my gaze towards him, feeling the soft touch of his lips on mine. Without hesitation, I embraced him by wrapping my arm around his neck, pulling him closer to me before he could retreat
"That didn't count. Kiss me like you mean it, master." I urge him. He did, his mouth pressing against mine as if he were dying of thirst and I was the only thing that could save him.
His tongue explored the inside of my mouth while he caressed the delicate spot between my thighs. This time, his thumb applied pressure to my c******s, while his middle finger traced the path of my arousal before entering me. I felt a surge of pleasure as my body responded, pulling him closer as our lips met in a passionate embrace.
When he pulled away, I didn't let him get too far.
"So, if you're bi..." I stop speaking because of the pleasure that I feel.
"Do you miss my d**k?" He asked. I murmured playfully. He shrugged against me, then ducked his head to kiss my neck.
"I have you," he said into the hollow of my throat.
"I'm not exactly hanging, in case you haven't noticed," I pointed out. He pinched my c******l area, and I squealed with delight.
"This will do," he joked. I sat up a little and held him.
"No, seriously. Do you miss doing it with a guy?" Pete rolled his eyes and extracted his hand from between my legs to roll onto his side of the bed.
"Sheila," he said, drawing my name out with a long sigh.
"Can't we just make love without talking about this? Please?"
The thought of my husband bent over in front of a sexy hunk made me wet. He knew this; he'd seen the collection of erotic gay images. I kept on my laptop, and my k****e was filled with more than a thousand MM erotica romance e-books and the few gay porn magazines I'd bought off eBay back in college. He knew the idea of two men going at it got me hot, and most nights, he was more than happy to indulge in my fantasies by regaling me with tales of his s****l exploits with other men, though I had to admit I didn't believe most of them.
I mean, I slept with Pete. I knew what he was capable of and what made him squirm. As much as I enjoyed the image of n****e and ball torture, picturing him at the mercy of some hulking leather daddy, I knew he'd never have the guts to go through with it.
But it bothered me that I might not be able to satisfy all his needs. I caressed his chest, my fingernails scraping lightly through his fluffy hair, and curled up beside him to kiss his jaw.
"Babe!" I cooed.
Sensing his body unwind beneath me, my hand glided down his stomach, slipping under the sheets to locate his manhood. With a single caress of my index finger, it sprang to life. I teased it gently while planting kisses on his shoulder, savoring the intimate moment between us.
"I'm just wondering if you miss f*****g a man." His arm came up around me.
"That's all it'd be, f*****g," he told me.
"I love you, Sheila. I want to make love to you. Only you."
"But you're bi..." I argued.
"I like guys, yes," he said.
"But it doesn't mean I want to ruin what we have together by cheating. You bought me that realistic dildo."
I gave him a sardonic look.
"Babe, it's a rubber d**k. You and I both know nothing compares to the real thing."
For emphasis, I gave his stiffening c**k a squeeze. He bit his lower lip and moaned, his hand rubbing my back. But he didn't argue. He knew I was right.
"Besides," I said.
"It isn't cheating if I say you can do it."
He looked at me with a gleam in his eye.
"Wait, what?"
"But I have a few conditions, though," I cautioned. He nodded distractedly. His face is up on me now as he was excited to listen to me
"Sure, of course, okay." I waited a long moment, staring at him, then finally asked
"Well, do you want to do it with me?"
"Sure." He propped himself up on his pillow, a look of anticipation on his face, as if he didn't want to get excited about it just yet but couldn't help himself. I held up my pointer finger.
"One, it's just only once, okay?"
"Of course," he said with a nod.
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