Hubby's Helper

Kristen decides her hubby needs a helping hand.

“I think we should get you a harem.” Kristen surprised Pete with her random remark while watching TV. Her husband’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“A what?”

“A harem.” Kristen repeated.

“Well, I know what it is.” Pete replied, still more than a little perplexed. Desperately trying to catch up to his wife’s thoughts.

Kristen had been thinking about this conversation for a long time now. She had been super frustrated about the current state of their marriage. Blaming herself, she assumed her low sex drive must be at fault. The intimacy just wasn’t there at all. She was still attracted to Pete. It was hard for any woman not to. He was still the tall, dark, and handsome type, despite his graying temples. Kristen didn’t know what it was. It happens to many women this time in their relationship, she reasoned. Her reasonings didn’t ease her frustration or sexual tension in the marriage.

Pete’s approach was making matters worse. The more he treated Kristen to surprise home-cooked gourmet meals, nights out, flowers and sweet little love letters, the guiltier Kristen felt. It wasn’t helping inspire her sex drive. Instead, it seemed to put further strain on their relationship. This left Kristen even more desperate to save her marriage.

Kristen had wracked her brain for a solution until one presented itself in the most unusual and unpredictable way. A few days ago, she haphazardly stumbled upon her husband’s Internet browser history. First, she was alarmed and upset until she remembered how long it had been since they had made love. The guilty feelings bubbled up again, adding to her frustration, before eventually turning into understanding.

I guess this is what has been keeping Pete so faithful, Kristen thought to herself. Overcome by curiosity, she hesitantly clicked an unfamiliar browser link that read “Cuckquean.” She had a queasy feeling and was unsure what would be there. The images that flashed across the screen were more shocking than she imagined. Videos of beautiful young women, one after another, being fucked senseless by men while their wives watched.

Kristen was horrified but wet. For the first time in a long time. Her breath quickened, her skin flushed, and a newfound heat ignited deep within her. Kristen was inspired to touch herself. She rubbed her clit to porn for the first time in her life. Kristen imagined her husband in the place of those manly porn stars. She came when he came inside the submissive young thing as his wife looked on.

As she caught her breath, Kristen looked around the room in disbelief. She never orgasmed that hard before. She felt a newfound sense of understanding for her husband. Holy fuck, he deserves this. She thought. If that’s what he enjoys, I think it’ll work out for both of us.

Her plan in mind, Kristen steered the conversation toward the matter after a few glasses of wine later that night.

“You know, it’s not a bad idea.” Kristen continued her effort to convince her husband. “You know I’m not in the mood all the time. This way, you have your pick of some young hottie, and I don’t have to worry about making sure you get off every damn night.”

At this point, Pete knew his wife had to be joking. I mean, she wasn’t interested in sex all that much, but she definitely wasn’t interested in him cheating on her. Kristen was a smart, sassy, and sexy woman. Her stunning tone body still turned heads. She had nothing to be self-conscious about. Maybe she just had a little too much wine, Pete reasoned.

“I guess so.” Pete chuckled, shaking his head as they finished the program without further discussion. They enjoyed the rest of the show before retiring to bed.

Not long before they were supposed to get up for work, Pete was roused from his sleep by the heavenly feeling of his wife’s hands working their magic on his morning wood. Kristen was never one to instigate sex, so this came as much of a shock as a pleasant surprise to Pete. He was willing to roll with the punches. Pete rolled over and pulled down the top of Kristen’s cami to reveal her perky breasts, before doting them with loving kisses. He took great care to give equal attention to both nipples as he began suckling back and forth.

Kristen’s breathing became ragged and fast. Almost instantly, she let out a moan of pleasure in a rare show of emotion. Inspired, Pete positioned himself above his eager wife. He dragged his throbbing erection up and down Kristen’s slit, bathing his shaft with her hot essence, relishing the sensation of her uncommon wetness caressing his cock.

The tease was too much for Kristen. “Fucking give it to me! Fuck! Fuck! I need it so fucking bad!” she moaned between ragged breaths. Her uncharacteristic eagerness nearly made Pete explode. Fueled by desperation, Pete heeded her commands and thrust his prestigious girth deep inside her wanting core.

Kristen’s hips bucked in acceptance as her husband stretched her tight hole. The experience was far more intense than what she was used to, but it perfectly matched the desires ignited by her newfound fantasies, leading to an overwhelming surge of pleasure. Drowning in ecstasy, Kristen moaned, her thankful shouts echoing off the walls. She rubbed her clit furiously as a deluge of sensations took over her writhing, sweat-slicked body. Almost immediately, she quivered. Kristen’s lithe, tan form was shaking in appreciation of her much needed climax taking over.

Pete followed suit by gripping his wife’s slender hips tightly and delivering a final deep thrust as he let out a primal growl of satisfaction, flooding her with his hot seed. With each wave of orgasm, his abs tensed and pulsed in rhythm as he filled his bride, who breathed raggedly underneath him in satisfaction.

“That was fucking amazing honey.” Pete panted as he collapsed on the bed beside his equally spent bride. With a purr of contentment, Kristen accepted his loving kiss on the cheek as the couple got out of bed and began getting ready for the day.

Still, Kristen wasn’t able to shake the idea from her mind. Thoughts of her fantasy had consumed her throughout the night, and even while making love to her husband. Kristen couldn’t stop picturing Pete using another woman as his personal sex doll right in front of her. The dream was driving her wild.

After work, Pete and Kristen finished their meal and plopped down on the couch beside each other as per normal ritual. Breaking with their usual routine, Kristen affectionately draped her legs over her husband’s lap. A tad more cuddly than usual. Huddled together on the couch, the couple watched their movie, the only sound the soft crackle of potato chips until Kristen broke the silence. “Do you think it’s a bad idea?” Kristen asked, turning to her husband with an indignant look.

“Huh, what?” Pete’s voice echoed through the room, his confusion palpable as he struggled to keep up with his wife’s seemingly random question.

“A harem!” Kristen chided her husband, who couldn’t have been more perplexed.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Why not? Determination and conviction filled Kristen’s voice. The feeling of the room shifted, the quiet, serious tone punctuated by the echoes of their deep breaths.

“That’s cheating.” Pete argued, wrestling with his conscience. Kristen’s voice countered as gently and reassuringly as she could.

“Not if I say it isn’t.”

“It’s weird.”

“Why?” A curious yearning clung to Kristen’s voice. Pete stumbled to answer her. His thoughts a jumble of conflicting emotions.

“Because, I mean, you just can’t be serious.”

“I can’t have sex with you all the time.”

“I’m not saying you have…”

“It turns me on OK!” Kristen blurted out her admission with an intensity that could halt a crowd. “Did you see how I was this morning?” she asked, as her voice quaked with a hint of vulnerability.

Pete’s face fell. “Well, I didn’t…” he stammered, his voice trailing off as he searched for a response.

“We need this.” Kristen’s voice was softer and more sincere than Pete was accustomed to.

“I still can’t believe you’re serious.” He confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Kristen remained resolute, her determination palpable.

“Who do you wanna fuck?” Her words hung in the air, leaving Pete speechless.

Kristen didn’t understand what had come over her. She could feel a rush of arousal coursing through her body. The images that danced in her mind had ignited a fiery desire that washed away her inhibition. She could almost taste the excitement as she imagined her husband’s strong, athletic body straddling a sweaty young thing. Their combined scents filling the room, Pete making her moan and writhe in pleasure for Kristen’s entertainment and delight. The thought of this encounter made her heart race and her skin tingle with lust.

Pete’s head was swimming in a sea of emotions. He didn’t know what to think, let alone say. Pete could feel his wife’s seriousness from the intensity in her voice. Kristen wanted an answer.

Pete remained perplexed. He never wanted another woman that way. He didn’t see other women that way. Sure, he appreciated other women, occasionally giving a passing glance to a beautiful stranger, but he wouldn’t dream of being unfaithful.

Kristen sighed inwardly. She knew her husband would be reluctant to help, but she refused to let that stop her. After all, she understood it was a delicate situation for Pete to navigate. Kristen had already made up her mind to handle things herself. “In the meantime, I suppose this is all mine,” Kristen purred as she leaned across the couch, gently petting the crotch of Pete’s sweatpants.

“Always gorgeous.” He responded with a loving kiss.

Kristen continued to rub the outside of her husband’s pants, even as her tongue delved inside his mouth, teasing his own. As she teased him, Pete couldn’t help but groan in appreciation as his cock grew harder.

Kristen pulled down the top of her cami and gifted him with an up-close view of her luscious breasts. “And these are all yours.”

Pete answered with a sly smile and took it upon himself to shower his wife’s cleavage with kisses. Taking care to only tease her impatient nipples. A low moan escaped Kristen’s lips as she frantically grasped Pete’s hair, attempting to steer him.

Finally, Pete succumbed to temptation. Kristen’s breath hitched in her chest as she felt the wet warmth of his tongue caressing her needy nipple. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, intensifying her desire. With a gentle, strong touch, he explored every curve of her breasts, his caress both tender and electric. A wild, ravenous lust coursed through Kristen’s body as Pete’s throbbing erection pressed harder against her.

“Can’t you just picture it?” Kristen leaned in close to Pete, whispering in his ear. “We could just lay here on the couch making out while she sucks your cock.” Kristen teased as she began to grind against her husband’s hardness.

Pete almost came in his pants. Kristen noticed Pete’s plight and hopped off his lap, shedding her pajama pants and thong to reveal the perfect tan lines surrounding her petite puffy pussy. “Not yet big boy.” She playfully ordered as she began to teasingly finger herself to better show off her dripping lips.

Without missing a beat, Pete followed her lead. He climbed off the couch and stripped down. Kristen grinned in excitement as her husband’s cock was finally freed, its long shaft already twitching rapidly, longing for release.

“I’ve got an idea.” Kristen teased as she turned around and bent over the coffee table. She spread her toned legs wide and showed off her tight round ass to her husband. “Let’s try something new.” Kristen bend lower, her fingers splaying open her needy lips, barely concealed by her luscious ass.

Pete caringly rubbed his wife’s ass as he brought his ready erection close. Letting Kristen take hold of his shaft and guide it into her tight, welcoming opening. Kristen gasped halfway and instinctually clinched around his massive girth. She moaned and reached out for the table to steady herself. “Are you OK?” Pete asked, surprised by her unusual reaction.

Kristen was surprised, too. She was more turned on than she thought. Pete’s cock had never brought her that close to orgasm just by entering her. All she knew was she wanted more. She needed more. “Fuck me baby, don’t stop.” She gasped as she needily rubbed her clit.

Pete mimicked her desire and grabbed hold of Kristen’s slender hips. He rocked back and slid the rest of his length deep inside his bride. Soon, their panting and moaning drowned out the sound of the TV. Kristen’s ass clapped loudly against Pete’s sweat-drenched abs. Pete moaned his bride’s name as her tightness quickly overwhelmed his restraint.

Feeling her husband throbbing deep within her was all Kristen needed to vault her into orgasm. “Come… come inside me baby,” she gasped, her voice filled with desperation. As Pete released himself, the feeling of his warmth filling her sent shock waves of pleasure through Kristen’s body. Her legs trembled and shook as he continued to pulse within her, pushing her to the climax she had been seeking. Kristen collapsed in bliss on the coffee table, dazed and satisfied as her husband left a trail of appreciative kisses up her spine.