The Argument
“Jesus Christ, Ashley! It’s not like I’m asking you to murder someone.”
Ashley shook her head in disbelief. “Wait, are you comparing a threesome to killing someone?”
Jason groaned and put his head into his hands. “Look, the therapist told us to be open. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes, Jason. That’s what I wanted. What I did not want was for you to throw out fucking someone else when you and I barely ever have sex.”
“I knew this would happen. Every time shit gets messed up, you turn to a shrink. I try to do what the damn quack says and you get pissed. It’s damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”
Ashley slumped down into the oversized chair in their bedroom, completely in shock at the conversation between her and her husband just minutes ago. He wanted to have a threesome with her and another woman.
Jason sat down on the end of the chair. “Look, I’m sorry. I just thought that maybe…”
“That maybe I wanted to watch my husband fuck another woman?”
Jason shook his head. “I said I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about it, okay?”
Ashley looked at Jason like he had just grown horns all over his head. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Fine! Tell me what the fuck to do, Ashley! Just tell me what it is that you want so I can stop having you ride my ass so hard!”
Ashley stood from the chair and glared down at her husband. With a finger in his face, she started telling him exactly what she wanted. She listed off the household chores, the leak in the bathroom sink, the broken dishwasher, and the words spewed from her mouth as the frustrations she carried in her marriage spilled over.
Jason stood and moved forward, causing Ashley to back into the wall. “No. I don’t mean that shit. I want you to fucking tell me what to do to make you stop being such a prude. You act like my dick is covered in warts.”
Ashley grew angrier and angrier. She spent her days cleaning and cooking, taking care of the kids. She worked full time from home, and she was president of the PTA. Something in her snapped at his words. Ashley put her hand up. “You know what I want, Jason? Some fucking appreciation. I want you to act like you give a damn about the shit I do for this family. God forbid you spend more than 2 minutes eating me out. I want you to fuck me like you used to when we were younger. I want to be more than just a hole to you! I want you to actually show me that you care about my needs!”
“Fuck…” was all the only response she got from Jason.
Ashley thought for a moment. She unscrambled the frustration and tried to get to the root of the problem. She didn’t hate the idea of a threesome. She just hated the idea of sharing her husband with another woman when her marriage was in this state. “Jason, I want to spice up our sex life. I want to be adventurous. I just don’t want to be adventurous when you and I are barely together ourselves”
Jason looked at his wife. He had fucked up, and he knew it. He felt like Ashley wanted to be with someone else, like she didn’t want him anymore. He knew that after the second kid shit would get hard. He just didn’t realize that he would be in a more permanent relationship with his hand. He needed to fix this, and it had to start with just him and Ashley. “Take your clothes off. Now.”
Ashley looked at him and rolled her eyes. “Quit being an ass, Jason. I’m not going to …”
….but her words were cut off when Jason brought his mouth down to hers, invading her mouth with his tongue and pushing her against the wall. Ashley was small in frame, maybe 5’3 and 120 pounds. She had size ‘C’ breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. Her long nutmeg hair splayed around her shoulders and fair skin, stopping just above her nipples.
Jason had the opposite build. He was 6’4, 235 pounds. He was muscular and bronze- skinned. He had dark blonde hair on his head. He shaved everything else on his body.
Ashley reacted immediately to her husband’s kiss. Her tongue joined his in a tangle of moans. She wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, standing on her tiptoes to do so. Immediately, she felt herself being lifted off the ground. Ashley wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist and was rewarded with a hard thrust, feeling his erect cock push into her.
“Inside me. Need you.” Those were the only words Ashley managed to get out while her husband focused on her mouth with his own.
“Clothes off. Now. I won’t fucking tell you again.”
