A carnal connection with another man…
Kate agrees to something extra-marital, and it turns into something very erotic indeed…
I looked deep into my husband's eyes as I lay on the bed in what was left of my lingerie - my stockings and suspender belt - waiting. He had a look of desire, passion, and even fire.
Mark, my husband, held my hands as the anticipation grew, and then, finally, he was inside me. I gritted my teeth as my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, then whimpered a little as his length filled all of the available space inside me, still with some length to spare. My eyes watered a little, but my body just warmed quickly.
The thing is, while it was my husband's eyes I was looking into as I lay on the bed, it wasn't my husband's cock that was inside me.
No, I was lying on my front, legs open slightly, with a pillow under my stomach to raise my ass, across the middle of the bed, with my husband kneeling on the floor before me. Behind me, a nameless, faceless stranger had entered the hotel room, took off his clothes, climbed onto the bed, and fed my body his magnificent cock.
It had all started when my husband became more than a little frustrated with his sexual prowess, which had waned a little over the years to the point where he found it markedly disappointing. I won't lie. I found it frustrating, too, but I had enough toys to work with and loved him dearly. So, I didn't see any real issue. Mark, on the other hand, did.
He'd often joked about getting someone round to give me the sex he wanted to give me and him watching me enjoy it, but for some time, it was just that, a joke. Then, one evening, he made a suggestion after a fun night out in the city and a few too many drinks. At first, I thought he was mad. How could I look into Mark's eyes while another man was inside my body? How could I pretend it was him? Why would I do this?
Then, sober and a few days later, I thought about it, drawing up pros and cons. Pros were easy; I would get hot sex, and Mark would get to fulfil his fantasy of watching another man please me. The cons were having sex with someone other than my husband - which I quickly realised would only be a con if the sex was no good. No prizes for working out what won.
I knew, as soon as I felt that cock sliding into me, that Mark had chosen carefully and chosen well. I'd never really been the kind of girl who obsesses about size, but suddenly, I saw its benefit.
"Fuck," I whimpered as the guy inside me pressed his hands into the bed beside my hips, then his cock deeper into me. My face fell onto the pillow as I breathed hard, feeling completely full.