This will probably be the most difficult conversation I ever have with my husband. And in ten years of marriage, that’s saying something. I could continue to ignore the pestering fantasies in my head and just blow them off, but I have to know. I have to find out how he feels about a threesome.
My stomach is in knots as I sit on the bed waiting for him to come out of the shower. I stare at our wedding photos and the past ten years of our life plays like a fast forwarding movie. We’ve traveled the world, been to eight different countries, stayed in extravagant hotels and beautiful bungalows. I wouldn’t change our lives for anything. I’m thirty-four and feel so full on life that leaves nothing more I could ask for.
I met my husband Nick in college. A friend of a friend introduced us at a party and after a one-night stand that had my body twisted in so many ways and my legs numb, I knew he was marriage material. A year later he proposed and we’ve been inseparable since.
It’s not like I’m bored or anything. Nick, even ten years later, is still a beast in bed. If he says no to the idea then I’ll be fine with it. A little disappointed, but fine. We’ll just go to an adult toy store and make our own threesome with some interesting props. But I just want to ask. Asking never hurt, right?
Nick steps out of the bathroom in boxers, finished with his nighttime routine. Even in the dark I know his body like no one else. He is thick with muscle in the arms and legs. He doesn’t have washboard abs but he has a perfect chest, that slit down the middle and rounded pecs with light black chest hair that I love running my fingers through. Daily pushups and morning jogs keep him fit and arms strong.
I sit up on the bed, tucking my legs in then fixing my long brown hair over my shoulder. “You ready to talk?”
He looks at me wearily. “What’s it about?”
Nick jumps on the bed with eagerness, his thick fingers attaching to my thigh, “Talk away.” He kisses my knee as his hand attempts to dip between my legs.
I shove him out, “Really!”
He lays on his back with his hands up in surrender, “Sorry.”
I chew my lip before I lay down next to him, running a hand along his stomach, my fingers brushing the edge of his boxers. “I have a fantasy.”
“This is gonna be good. How many fantasies can one person actually have?”
“I’m just saying. Every year it’s something different. Last year it was handcuffs and rope, the year before that, sex at my job, which was horrifying by the way. Before that, you got really involved with a dildo that I was starting to get jealous.”
“Are you complaining?”
“God, no. I just don’t put nearly enough thought into it as you do.”
“I’m a girl. We require creativity.”
“I’m simple-minded?” He rolls on top of me, his hands gripping each wrist to pin me to the bed as he slips between my legs, forcing his dick against my apex. “I’m pretty damn creative when I’m fucking you.” He leans in, kissing me and I succumb to his tongue. He thrusts against me, grinning as he pulls back, “You aren’t that hard to please, you know.”
“You have a huge fucking cock, of course i’m not hard to please.”
He chuckles, loving the compliment and falls to his side as his hand climbs up my shirt to play with my breast.
“Let’s hear this fantasy.” He pinches my nipple and I slap him. He cackles.
“What do you think about a threesome?”
“Ha! Yeah right.”
My brows knit and he slowly comes to the realization that I’m not kidding. His eyes lower to the blanket as his fingers continue to caress my breast. My nipple caught in his thoughts. I wiggle beneath his touch. I grow wet just from these simple movements, I hate how easy I am.
“With someone we know?”
There is a ton of questions written on his face and I break in, hoping to answer them. “There is a service we can call. An escort service and we tell them what we want and they send someone over. It remains anonymous and private.”
“That’s probably a lot of money.”
“I’m sure. But we can afford that.”
He sits up, his hand now slipping in his black hair. Water drops hit my leg and I sit up next to him, wanting to see his face.
“A girl or a guy?”
“A guy?” He gets up on his feet, moving to the window and staring out into the dark forest behind our home. Fear is creeping in me. He’s not reacting how I’d hope he would. Anytime I ever suggested ideas before he was giddy with excitement. I suppose this is slightly different. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.
Nick swings around, “I’m not gay.”
I chuckle, slightly confused. “Okay.”
“How can I do that? Be in the same room with a naked guy fucking. Oh jeez, he’s going to be fucking you. Nope. Nope. Nope. Can’t do this.”
I jump to my feet and grab him before he heads into full on panic mood, “It’s okay, I’m sorry. It was just a suggestion.”
“Another guy fucking you? We’re married, Katie. Come on.” He darts away, pacing for a minute before he sits on the bed and holds his head in his hands.
I sit beside him. “Would you rather a girl?”
“Ah fuck.” He moans, throwing his body back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
We sit in silence. I bite my thumb nail, trying to find a way to hide my disappointment. I didn’t think it meant so much to me. I’m on the verge of fucking tears. I must be sick in the head or something. I can’t be normal. I love my husband and I shouldn’t risk our marriage for something so stupid. Why did I even ask?
“You think about this?” His voice breaks through after a time.
“For how long?”
“A few years.”
“Years? Jesus, fuck. Give me a couple days to think about it alright? It’s not a yes. It’s not a no. I just need time to think. It’s a lot.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad we’re talking. I love that we’re open with each other. Let’s keep it that way. I’m not losing you because you’re a sex freak.”
I pound my fist into his stomach and he groans and laughs at the same time, pulling me to his side. I rest my head beside his and our eyes meet. His hand traces across my cheek and my stomach swirls in the irresistible sensations of love and passion he produces from the slightest touch. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met and some days, I can’t believe he’s mine.
“Come here.” He murmurs and he kisses me gently.
It’s just what I need. Reassurance that I didn’t scare him. That he doesn’t love me less. I slip my hand down into his boxers and grip his massive cock and feel him twitch against me. We’ll just forget about tonight. Push it under the bed for a later date. Right now, it’s all about him and me and how much I love every single piece of who he is.
I sit on the porch of our two story condo, watching the cars drift by slow and on their way to work. Neighbors are out early walking their dogs, or simply jogging and they wave to me in greeting as I sip my coffee. It’s a beautiful summer morning in PA with light humidity and a good breeze that sweeps across every once and awhile making me cling to my blanket.
I like to go for night jogs because I am not a morning person. I prefer to stay snug and lazy for as long as possible. Nick, on the other hand, is currently out right now with our white boxer, Snowball, attempting to get all of her energy out before he leaves her for the day. She needs more attention than either of us are willing to give her. Probably not the best idea to get a dog but it was better than having a kid to fill that void of emptiness a house brought. Neither Nick or I wanted kids but it didn’t mean the natural urge of maternal need didn’t spring up every now and again. Especially when all our family and friends talk about their numerous offspring and here we are, ten years later with nothing to show for it. Needless to say, our parents are pissed. We’re failing at the one thing they expected us to do.
This was never about them anyway. This is a Nick and Katie life. No kids allowed. For obvious reasons.
Nick is running toward me now with Snowball lagging behind. Her tongue hanging out in her exhaustion. He darts up the steps dressed in only training shorts and running shoes. A sexy man that I can’t get enough of. He kisses me before heading inside to get them both some water.
It’s been a week and we haven’t talked about the threesome again. I won’t be the one to bring it up despite how it is eating at me every second passing. If he wants to ignore it, pretend it didn’t happen, then I have no choice but to go right along with it. It sucks but that’s his choice. I’ll just hold it, stifling the volcano and hope it doesn’t blow.
I head inside to watch my morning shows. I don’t have to go to work until Monday. I have three days off to veg and I plan to use them all to their full capacity. We usually take our days off together but a manager quit at the restaurant he owns in downtown and he’s been picking up the slack. Perhaps purposely. I don’t know and I’m not going to call him out on it.
Nick leans against the counter, throwing back a bottle of water as I stretch out on the couch, ready for a day of laziness and more than likely, a couple private sessions of masturbation to get me through the day. I have the house to myself. Of course, I’m going to use it to its full potential.
Snowball’s panting echoes in the quiet and I turn the volume up on the TV.
“How much is it going to cost?” Nick bursts out suddenly and I knit my brows in confusion. “The escort?”
I sit up, licking my lips, too desperate. I suppress my reaction and shrug careless. “I don’t know.”
I totally know. I’ve already done all the research. I know what I want and how to order and who to call.
“And it’s completely private?”
“Men do that? Escort?”
He scoffs, throwing his head away in disgust. “He’s probably got diseases and shit.”
“I’m sure it’s safe. Condoms--”
Nick holds up a hand, squeezing his eyes shut.
I sink feeling bad.
He drinks a bit more, calming down. “I’d prefer not a guy. But the only other option is a girl and I don’t want to fuck any other girl. This is your fantasy, not mine.” He throws his head back, “I can’t believe I just said that. My fifteen year old self is beating the shit out of me.”
I giggle, unsure if it’s safe. He sends me a small smile and I’m relieved. I get up on my feet, approaching timidly, “If you really don’t want too, we don’t have too.”
“I don’t want to at all. But…” I fall against him, hugging him. “This seems important to you.” His lips rest on my neck, kissing me up my throat, “I promised to fill your every desire.” My hands trace along his arms and he places the bottle of water on the counter before his hands dip down, grip my ass and turn us to rest me on the counter. “It just means you’re going to owe me.” His lips fall down my neck again, along my collarbone as he pushes the shirt lower to expose my breast. His lips ensnare my nipple and I hold him close as he sucks on it.
“Damn right, anything.” He murmurs back. “I’m not doing the damn laundry for a year.”
I push him back, “A year! It’s not worth that much.”
“Nor am I doing the dishes.”
“Now you’re taking advantage.”
He grins wickedly, “I’m not washing the cars either.”
“This is not how you negotiate. Good thing you failed out of law school!” I jump off the counter only for him to slap my ass.
“I failed because you.”
“Don’t blame that shit on me!” I pound my way up the stairs.
He yells up behind me, “If we didn’t spend all our time fucking, I would have past my finals.”
I hang my head over the bannister. “Funny how I passed.”
He slaps a hand on the railing and chases after me. I squeal darting for the bedroom and locking the door just as he reaches it. I’m laughing as he pounds the panel. “You’re doing the dishes!”
“Katie, I have to get ready for work.”
“You’re doing the dishes.”
“You’re going to make me late.”
He sighs, “Fine. I’ll do the dishes.”
Grinning in victory, I unlock the door. He swings it open, picks me up and slams me on the bed, “Maybe.” He finishes.
I pound my fists against his chest but it only turns us on more. I feel his erection pressed between us and every wiggle I make to get away only rubs him, which is the point.
“You know what you’re going to do right now?” He pins my arms above my head. “You’re going to suck my dick.”
I shake my head.
“Oh?” He begins to climb his way up, till he sits on my chest. He takes out his cock and the nine inch thick pipe he somehow manages to hide, springs out, pointing straight. He holds it and presses it to my lips. Precum wets my skin. He grabs my jaw, pressing his fingers against my cheeks and my mouth falls open. He shoves himself two inches in. “You can’t fight me.” He moans.
Nick leans over me, his hands on the bed as he slowly thrusts inside my mouth forcing himself deeper. I nearly choke from the grith alone but my tongue races up and down his length, teasing the slit on the tip of his penis and he shutters.
He falls to his side and let’s me up and I follow. I grip his cock and run my tongue from the base to the hilt and he twitches and moans. I watch his face, loving the look in his eyes as he watches me. His hand slips into my hair, clenching almost painfully and forces me down, fast and quick and he thrusts unable to keep back. I know he’s coming. My other hand squeezes his ball sack, and I hum a moan. “Swallow it.” He orders and I fasten hard and needy, desperate for it. His cum shoots in the back of my throat and I swallow continuously to take the load.
I look up and his head drops against the bed. His chest heaving, sweat making his skin shine. I love it. He is the most amazing man. He’s going to have a threesome for me. I can’t be more in love with him than I already am.
He rolls off the bed, kissing me quick and runs in the bathroom to get ready for work.
I, on the other hand, have a ton of shit to plan.