We weren’t supposed to talk about it. That was our rule.
Don’t ask. Don’t tell. Happy open marriage.
“I thought you were going to stay the night with… um… him?” I said, sleepily. I didn’t even know his name.
She shrugged. “I have to make some cookies for Emma before she goes to camp so I wanted to be here. Some bake sale thing… ”
Melissa had slipped into our room quietly and was sitting down next to me on the bed. The digital clock glowed 1:48am. I had been lying on my side, failing to fall asleep for the last couple of hours. Perhaps it was the sweltering summer heat that was keeping me awake.
Or maybe it was knowing she was out on a date, getting plowed by some guy whose name I didn’t know. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
She leaned over and kissed me. “I’m glad you’re awake.”
“Yeah?”
“Lie on your back,” she said.
“Why?”
“Fuck, baby. Just lie on your back!”
I did.
She took off her heels, hiked up her dress, and climbed on top of me. She wasn’t wearing panties. I sleep in the nude so when her soaking pussy nestled over my cock, coating it with her slippery juices, I got hard… real hard. Steel rod hard.
“You want to know a secret?” Melissa asked.
“What’s that?”
“I just had some of the best sex of my life!”
Whoa!!!
When we decided to open our marriage, we had agreed on the “Don’t ask, don’t tell” rule to avoid any kind of jealousy. We wanted to play and have fun with other lovers but without messing up our own fantastic sex life.
I tried to mask my growing excitement by feigning irritation. “Why are you telling me this? We have an agreement, you know.”
“Because I’m still horny and I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Please fuck me baby.”
Her lips were slightly parted and I could feel her hot breath blowing rhythmically on my face. She smelled different. Her sweet, fresh aroma was combined with something dark and earthy… and masculine. I realized it must have been… whatever his name was.
My cock, acting of its own accord, practically sprang between her slick pussy lips. I was surprised to feel no resistance. Gone was any hint of her usual tightness. And god, she was sopping wet! As she started to bob her hips, my cock felt like it was exploring a dark, damp cavern.
Soon, Melissa laid her head on me, her mouth right next to my ear, and softly murmured, “His cum is still inside me, baby. I can feel it spilling out as you’re fucking me.”
Holy shit! That’s what the all the wetness was! My cock was swimming in someone else’s jizz? I didn’t even know that could turn me on.
I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her roughly down on me while at the same time bucking my pelvis upwards. I closed my eyes and imagined her riding the other guy, screaming as he came inside her.
“Who was it?” I asked, despite myself.
“Some kid called Steve,” she said, without hesitating. “College student. Plays lacrosse.”
College? That would make him at least 20 years her junior!
“Hot!” I said without thinking. And then bit my tongue.
“He was so tasty,” she sighed through moans that were getting progressively louder. Her pleasure at recalling this youthful lover was making me even more crazed with lust.
But what about our rule? Was this opening up a dangerous Pandora’s Box of envy and hurt feelings?
My cock swelling inside Melissa’s drenched pussy indicated otherwise.
Still, I clamped my hand over her mouth to keep her from saying anything else. Incredibly, this made her giggle.
I rolled my wife over and jumped on top of her, pinning her to the bed with all my weight.
“How big was he?” I demanded.
She shook her head. “I can’t, darling. I… I… shouldn’t.”
But the mischief in her eyes said she wanted to tell me.
I still don’t know what came over me as I found myself putting a hand on her throat and squeezing gently. “How. Fucking. BIG?”
“HUGE!” she gasped. Raising her hands in front of my face, she pointed to her forearm. I applied some more pressure around her neck. She closed her eyes and let out a long, raspy moan of pure joy. It hit me then that this was turning her on. The little minx was intentionally teasing me!
I rolled off and sat up in the bed with my back against the headboard. My mind was swimming in a pool of uncertainty. I was seeing other people too. But I now started to realize that the few dates I had been on couldn’t compete with my torrid fantasies of Melissa being fucked by other men… with monster cocks.
What did that make me? And in her eagerness to tell me all about it, what did that make HER?
Eventually, she crawled over to me, stretching her long body, face down, over my thighs. With her hips lifted slightly, I could see the creamy white cheeks of her ass swaying in the light of the moon that was streaming through the window. Melissa turned to look back at me. Her face was a conflicted mask of both contrition and rebellion. “I’ve been so bad, darling. I think you should punish me.”
“For what, exactly?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“For taking that huge dick in my mouth… and into my pussy.” Then she whispered, deviously, “And for begging him not to wear a condom.”
I smacked her ass hard with my open palm. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet night. It took her by surprise and she lurched forward into the mattress, squealing loudly. And then, for a second time, she laughed.
Deciding to play along, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling Melissa’s head up to my level. “Do you think this is funny?”
“He came in my pussy three times,” she answered, smiling.
My hand came down on the fleshiest part of her ass— with even more force than the last time. She cried out again, but by now she had grabbed onto the sheets and was using them to muffle the sound. I began to apply a rhythmic barrage of spanks, first on one cheek, then the other, until eventually I could see her pale skin starting to redden with my hand prints.
The whole time, she was grunting into the bunched up sheets, repeating the words, “More, baby. More please!” like a chant. She never once tried to jump up or move her ass away from the battery of blows. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock got bigger and stiffer with each successive strike.
Finally, my palm stinging painfully, I grabbed her by the hair again. “Do you have anything else to tell me?”
Spanking her had awoken a new sense of pleasure that coursed through my body. The fact that she liked it had brought me almost to the point of exploding. I was shocked to realize how thoroughly turned on I was. I wanted to know everything.
“Well?” I pressed.
Melissa struggled to answer through heaving breaths, “He… he came in me a fourth time.”
“Where?” I mouthed deliberately, already knowing the answer — and hoping I was right. “WHERE did he fucking come?”
“Guess,” she giggled, waggling her ass playfully.
“You dirty little whore,” I said, but not without some pleasure at the image it conjured in my head.
She suddenly jumped up and straddled me, roughly pressing my shoulders to the headboard with her hands.
“Yes I am, baby,” Melissa grinned. “But you know what? I’m YOUR filthy little whore!” Bringing her face up to mine, she asked — no — she challenged, “What the fuck are you going to do about it… HUSBAND?”
Finally understanding where she was headed, I threw Melissa backwards on to the bed. With one smooth motion, I grabbed the back of her knees and pinned her legs down around her ears. Rearing up on my haunches, I rammed myself into her engorged cunt. Forcing her legs out into an obscene split with my hands, I fucked her harder and faster than I ever had before. It felt as if every strand of my wakened soul was rushing into my pulsating cock with the singular intent of spilling into her core and possessing her very existence.
She reached her arms around her thighs to cover her mouth as she screamed with each violent lunge. I leaned over and wrapped both hands around her throat. I was being driven mad with the need to own her.
“That’s it baby!” she moaned, gasping for breath as I tightened my grip around her neck. “Fuck my filthy slutty cunt! Make it yours again!” She reached up to grab her feet, pulling her legs even further apart, lifting her ass up off the bed to thrust it against my piston-like cock. “Oh my fucking god, you’re going to make me come!”
I could feel her pussy clamping tightly around me. I yelled at her, “Don’t you fucking come yet!” I wanted her to know who was in control. But I was so close to the edge, there was no way I could hold back the oncoming flood of my new-found passion.
“Now!” I cried out. “Fucking COME for me! NOW!”
With that, she clenched one last time and then released completely, exhaling an ear shattering scream. A sudden torrent of moisture squirted from her pussy and, as the wetness gushed around my cock and legs, I forgot who I was and where I was. My orgasm seemed to last for hours. I could feel the cum welling from inside me, pumping into her pussy in never ending spurts. The realization that it was mixing with his — diluting it, overwhelming it — made the experience even more intense. There came a point where I was convulsing so violently, I started to see stars.
Underneath me, I could hear Melissa moaning quietly, “Fuuuuuuuuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… FUCK!
Later, as we cuddled in each other’s arms, sweaty and thoroughly spent, she told me how much she had enjoyed fucking her college stud and then coming home to tease me with the details.
She had hated not being able to share that part of herself with me. Like we shared everything else in our marriage.
I was thrilled when she whispered in my ear, “But for now, darling, you’ve made me yours again. Completely.”
For now…
Lying next to her warm, moist body, I considered how our relationship had changed tonight. I decided that from here on, my wife was the only woman I could ever want. But I also thought about how excited I was for her to be playing with other men, their tongues exploring her flushed skin, their big cocks stretching her holes. Instead of making me jealous, the sheer joy it brought her — along with the picture of it in my mind — drove me insane with lust.
She was such a clever girl for realizing that we couldn’t open our marriage and then close ourselves off to each other. I was overcome with pure emotion as I found myself falling in love with her all over again.
I looked at my beautiful wife’s sleepy face and said, “I’ve never wanted anyone but you, darling, and now more than ever. But I know you need more… you crave more…” I took a deep breath before admitting, “you have no idea how much that turns me on.”
Her eyes sparkled with joy. “I think I’ve always known,” she said.
Time to propose a new rule…
“From now on, when you go on dates, I want you to describe to me every detail,” I said to her. “And afterwards… I’m going to make you mine again. Just like I did tonight. Deal?”
“Will you spank me and choke me and call me terrible things?”
I nodded with a wide grin.
“Good,” she murmured as she was drifting off to sleep, a faint smile on her face, her soft body wrapped around mine. “Maybe you can join me sometimes… and watch.”
