She wants me to what?
written by:
MSaintC

Greetings, dear reader. A friend of mine, an amateur writer like myself, recently proposed a challenge. She and I had traded erotic fiction in the past, and she's a big fan of this site. (I don't know if she submits stories here or not.) She challenged me to write one story for each category. The conditions were that I could not use the same characters/scenarios more than twice, and each story had to be a complete work in it's own right. So I hope you enjoy them. Feedback is always welcome, public or private (and hopefully positive ^.^)

This is my ninth submission. A little tale about married life. I hope you enjoy.

Challenge #9: Adultery

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It was a little more than a year before "The Incident" that my wife and I were going through a rough patch in our marriage. We'd been married for four years at that point, and everything had been great. We were very much in love (still are), and hadn't fallen into the trap of going without sex. We had sex several times a week, sometimes in the morning before work, sometimes after a lunch date, sometimes after work, and sometimes just a quickie late at night. We were perfectly happy. And then she said it...

"Let's have a baby."

Now, I know what you're thinking. That I got scared and said no. But I wanted it as well. We just couldn't make it happen. I would make certain to cum inside her every time we made love, and yet.. nothing. I went to the doctor, and he said there was nothing wrong. Then she went to her gyno, and received the same result. We were both pretty much baffled at this. If we were both healthy, and we fucked a lot, why couldn't she get pregnant? The weeks became months, the months stretched out to nearly a year, and I could see it taking a toll on her. I was content to simply let it happen, but my wife felt her nurturing instincts in action, and this was torture. She began doing research on the net, asking friends and professionals, and trying all sorts of new tricks to no avail. Finally, it seemed she had all but given up, and our sex life started to suffer. First, she just lay there, almost as if she wasn't enjoying it. Then stopped letting me have her altogether. I wasn't mad at her, but after a time I grew a bit sexually frustrated with just my hand. But I couldn't tell her that, not in her depressed state. Then.. she said something else..

"Maybe you should go fuck another woman.."

I was shocked. I first thought she was being sarcastic, responding to my tired sighs after getting rejected from love making, but her eyes said something different. She meant it. My wife could always admit when she had problems, could admit when someone was better at something than she was, and she must have felt like a let down to me for never being in the mood. I didn't care, I loved my wife and I would never touch another woman as long as she was with me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're not getting any from me.. go get some from someone else."

I looked at my wife, who even at close to thirty was still as beautiful as the day I met her. She's 5'6", a 140 ibs of lean strong muscle (She likes the gym). She has shoulder length honey blonde hair and lovely brown eyes. She has a bright smile, and the cutest dimples when she does. Her body is compact, with nice, full C cup breasts, complimented by a washboard stomach and a lean sexy ass. She was still the smart, beautiful, sexy woman I married, and here she was, telling me to cheat on her because she was depressed about not having a baby. I wasn't buying it.

"You're my wife, and I love you. I only have eyes for you... We'll get through this..."

"I know you do.. and I love you.. with all my heart. But this can't be fulfilling for you. I know it. I mean, look at yourself.. you're a handsome man.. you deserve a woman who puts out..."

I glanced over at the mirror on the wall. Truth was, she was right. When I met her, I was a good thirty pounds overweight, then she began taking me to the gym. She worked out with me, cooked me the right foods and supported me. And now I was in shape. 5'11" and a solid 205, with short sandy brown hair and brilliant blue eyes, or so I'm told. She had made several comments about how lucky she was to have found me, and I didn't believe she was the lucky one. I turned her face toward me, and kissed her.

"I have you.. that's all I care about.. let's not dwell on this further.. ok?"

She nodded at me, and snuggled against my chest. "Ok.. good night hun."

"Good night love."

We drifted off into sleep.

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Two months passed, full year after the whole baby saga began, and we had a muted fifth Anniversary. I could tell she was feeling the strain. The strain of feeling like a failure as a wife, a failure as a mother. So, we skipped out on dinner before desert and I took her home. I gave her a therapeutic full body massage, with scented candles and soft music, and comforted her until she fell into sleep. Then I left the room, walking out into the den that also served as my work station (I'm a CPA), and sat down at my computer. Truth was I was rock hard from caressing my naked wife, and I needed release. She was contentedly asleep, and I didn't want to wake her up and ask her for sex, whether I would have gotten it or not. I turned on my computer and removed my pants, neatly folding them and placing them on the desk. I adjusted my boxers so my cock, all eight inches of it in full hard readiness, stood up proud and waiting. Yes, I was married to a beautiful sexy woman, and here I was, going to jerk off to porn like a teenager. I browsed the Internet, trying to find something that excited me. And sure, plenty of things did. I'd see a woman giving a blow job and think of my wife's great oral skills. But nothing struck out at me as jerk off material. I was about to say the hell with the whole thing, when I noticed a folder on the desktop labeled Vacation Pictures. I opened the folder and let the memories of happy times come back to me. Then I noticed a folder inside that folder labeled "To Stefan, love Cassandra." I remembered it was pictures of my wife, naked and in several slutty positions, taken by her best friend Emily. She gave me this as a birthday present one year, just for fun. The first was a great shot of her tits, naked and covered in honey, an appetizing picture to say the least. Another was a picture of her on all fours, her upper body bent to turn back to see the camera as her proud ass stood triumphantly in the air. One hand had two fingers in her succulent pussy, the other had a single digit inside her tight asshole. My hand wrapped around my cock as I looked at these, and slowly began stroking it. I came to one with my wife's mouth around a flesh colored dildo and imagined she was sucking me, closing my eyes. I felt the chair starting to spin, and didn't bother to stop it. I was home, behind closed doors, what was the harm? The chair stopped it's spin halfway, so I was now facing away from the computer. Suddenly, I felt something wet touch my balls, and I opened my eyes.

"Hi there handsome, why don't you stop jerking and let me start sucking?"

I was expecting to see my wife, and when I looked down, I was looking at her friend Emily. Emily was 5'9", 120 ibs, mostly in her double D (fake) tits. She had a killer body from being a former exotic dancer, and was clearly uninhibited when it comes to sex, often suggesting to my wife the three and four ways we could be having. She was topless, wearing only a pair of faded blue jeans, and was holding my balls in her soft hand while waiting for an answer. How she got in here, and why she was here on what was supposed to be a special night, I didn't know.

"What're you..." I manage to squeak out.

"Just this.." She held out a small index card. I took it from her, and read it.

"Emmy, come over after midnight on our anniversary. If I'm not up to it would you please fuck my husband? Give him the works, Mouth, Tits, Pussy.. Ass if you're up for it. He'd never say anything, but I can tell he needs more release than his own hand, and I don't know if I'll feel like giving it to him. If I'm awake, I guess you can have me too. Please do this for me? -Love, Cassie.

I was stunned, why would my wife willingly ask one of her friends to come over, just so I could cheat on her?!? This whole thing seemed like straight from a porno, and I was a bit uncomfortable. Though if you asked my cock he would have just told me to shut the fuck up and go for it. I was thinking of what to say, then she spoke again. "You're not gonna fight me on this are you? I mean, this cock is huge.. now that I've seen it.. I have to have it."

I mulled it over in my head, completely unsure of what choices I had. Tell her to go home, and try to jerk off so I could go to sleep. Or just so what my wife apparently wanted me to do, and fuck the hell out of her friend. I mean, what would any of you do? It was hard to think of an alternative, since her soft fingers had pulled all the blood from my brain straight to my dick. Finally, I sighed, and simply relented. I didn't want this. Sure, I desired Emily, but only physically, not emotionally. I never thought about any kind of scenario like this. But since this was what Cassie planned, and I was way too tired and horny to argue, I just accepted it. I shook my head. "No, I won't fight.. by all means, suck my cock."

She smiled. "That's what I like to hear."

Her mouth was on me. I've always maintained that my wife is the best cocksucker alive, but Emmy had to be a close second. She would take me all the way down her throat, and pull off slowly, sucking hard like I was a milkshake. Then bob up and down quickly, slickening my cock with her saliva. One hand cupped my balls while the other worked my shaft in rhythm with her mouth. Her mouth came off with a loud pop, and she flicked her tongue at the underside of the head, sending a shiver down my legs, and causing a groan to spill from my throat.

"You like that, huh?"

"Yes... you're very good."

"Why thank you..."

She slowed her pace, sucking gently as she stroked my dick with her soft hand. Her lips would rub against the head of my cock as she jerked me off. Then she would take it down, all the way down, and hold it there for several seconds before pulling back, and it was amazing. I wanted to cum right then, partly because she was great at giving head, and partly because I wanted this over so I didn't feel so sleazy at cheating on my wife in the other room. She ran her tongue from my balls all the way up my shaft, and then back down again, causing a spasm in my body and another soft groan. Then she looked up at me, her hand still stroking my member.

"Have you ever.." She said, inching closer and using her arms to push her ample breasts together and toward me. "Fucked tits this big?"

"Don't think I've ever seen tits that big..."

She giggled lightly, and slid forward until her big tits were on either side of my cock. She pushed them together, locking my dick in tight. The feeling was great, like velvet or silk.

"You're about to fuck you some then..."

She held her large tits in her small hands, and began to stroke them up and down my shaft. First together in unison, then she would change patterns so one would go up while the other went down. My wife would do this to me, but not with this much practiced ease. Emily had much bigger tits, and covered the entire length of my cock easily. The soft skin of her breasts teased the sensitive skin of my dick as she moved them. She was staring up at me, a smile plastered on her face.

"Do you like this?"

"Oh God yes..."

"You should buy Cassie some fake tits.. She wants some."

The idea had never crossed my mind. My wife had a great rack already, and had never even hinted at wanting fake boobs, even though she would know we could easily afford it. "She's never said anything to me about it..."

"Trust me.. all women want big tits."

I wasn't sure if that was true, but a shiver of pleasure went through me as she suckled the head of my cock into her mouth as she caressed it with her firm breasts. She knew how to tease me perfectly, keeping me on the edge of letting go, then letting me down so I wouldn't. Up and down her breasts bobbed in my lapped, assisted by her small hands that were dwarfed by the large melons. Her fingers pinched her hard nipples as she tit fucked me, staring up at me with her pretty eyes as her tongue teased my cock head.

"You want to cum on these babies?"

"God yes.." Truth was I loved cumming on women's breasts. My wife loved to swallow, so sometimes we would compromise by having me cum twice. I was pretty sure Emily would know both facts from her sex talks with Cassie, and had planned this in advance. Her teasing was making me throb with delight, and she went to work, her eyes staring fully into mine as her tits tried to squeeze the cum from aching cock. She picked the pace up, practically jerking me off with just the soft flesh of her breasts, and I felt the curtain beginning to come down. She seemed to sense this.

"That's it baby.. cum on my big fucking tits..."

I needed little further coaxing. My head involuntarily leaned back as I closed my eyes. I gasped, a sound that was supposed to be a moan being cut off by the sudden lack of air in my lungs, and let go. The first gob hit her in the chin, oozing down until it fell off onto her lovely breasts. The rest spilled out like lava, overflowing the head of my cock and landing on her soft skin, trickling down with a seductive slowness until it coated her mammeries. She held me there for almost two full minutes, watching as each spasm of my cock caused more spunk to slip out and onto her chest. Then she carefully pulled back, and waited. I managed to open my eyes, and look down at her. She was smiling widely, her fingers rubbing my cum into her soft flesh.

"Lot of build up, huh?"

"Yes..." It was weird to admit that I had a sexy wife that I told everybody still loved sex, and here I was with several weeks worth of build up on her friends ample chest. I must have sounded a bit ashamed, because she put a hand on my arm.

"It'll be ok Stefan... You needed this... Cassie wanted you to have it.. just enjoy me and he can never speak of this again if you want..." She was on her feet, slowly easing her jeans over her slender hips. She wasn't wearing any underwear, nor was she wearing any pubic hair. "But we're not finished yet."

I watched her undress fully, feeling a twinge as my cock started to rouse itself again, eager for more after going so long without. She saw it too, and grinned as she stepped out of her jeans.

"Looks like this will be a fast recovery time.. Cassie always said you recovered quickly."

"Yea.. I guess I do.."

"You know what else she said..?"

"What's that..?"

Emily walked around to the side of the chair, and lifted one sleek leg up, placing her foot on the opposite chair arm so it was across my body, her pussy right in front of my face. "She also said you loved to eat pussy.. and you were the best at it.. mind if I test that for myself?"

I hadn't eaten a pussy other than my wife's in years, and I wasn't sure I remembered how to explore a woman. I knew where my wife wanted my tongue, but Emily was not my wife. I leaned in, and inhaled her scent. She smelled like the crisp air after a summer storm, clean and pure, and I found the scent enthralling. Cassie smelled fresh and clean like a forest spring, and the scents were so close that when I leaned forward and pushed my tongue into her folds, I momentarily forgot who I was licking. I started to explore Emily, my hands reaching around to grab hold of her firm ass cheeks and pull her closer, my face almost buried in her snatch. It was a gesture Cassie loved, and Emily wasn't used to.

"Woah.. nice moves there darlin.. mmmmm.. yea.. that's it."

I was momentarily lost by that remark, not at what she said, but at the fact I was in a daydream of licking my own wife. But I managed to recover and start again. She tasted sweet and delicious, with the barest hint of citrus in her juices. I explored her insides, finding where she wanted to be licked, and coming to a surprising conclusion that alot of them were the same. Emily was slowly pushing her hips into me, and then backing away slightly, like she was trying to fuck my tongue. I let her, running my tongue up and down over her puffy lips as she gyrated in front of me. Her hands came off my shoulders and grabbed at her tits, pulling them and pinching her nipples like she was trying to pull them off.

"That's sooooo good Stefan.. yea.. fuck my cunny with your tongue..."

My top lip enclosed just above her clit, with my tongue still inside. The act created a movement of air that circled around the swollen bud, and I felt her shiver in front of me. She moaned, a loud exhalation of satisfaction, and I felt her hand rest on the back of my bed, preventing me from pulling away. She started to buck just a little, rubbing her swollen pussy lips across my face, and I heard her breathing shorten, and become quick gasps.

"Fuck.. fuck.. fuuuuuccccckkkkk.... ahhhh!"

She let out something that was close to a scream, and I felt her juices flow down my throat. Her hand kept me there, face pressed into her pussy as she came. It was several long seconds before her shuddering stopped, and her breathing strained to return to normal, though she was having trouble catching it. She backed away from me, taking her leg down off of the chair.

"Holy fuck she was right...That was incredible."

I shrugged. I mean, what the hell do you say to that? You're welcome?

"You're welcome."

Yea.. I'm an idiot at times. She moved back in front of the chair. By now, my cock was ready to go again, hot and throbbing for attention. She seemed to sense this, and took it once again in her soft hands.

"Looks like he's ready to go...ready for the first new pussy in half a decade?"

"Yep.." Mentally I wasn't, but my brain wasn't in control now.

She straddled my lap, and slowly lowered herself down onto me. She was tight, and drenched with wetness from her previous orgasm, and I slipped in easily. She took it all in slow, and her face showed she was savoring every second of it. Her eyes fluttered, almost completely closed, and her mouth was in a constant O. Soon, she was impaled on me.

"My God I have never felt so full, Stefan..."

"Umm.. you're welcome..?"

I didn't know what else to say, but it caused her to giggle so I guess it all worked out. Her powerful thighs contracted and she lifted herself up, then slowly lowered herself back down. She felt great, somehow an old experience and yet new all at the same time. But that could easily have been caused by not getting any for weeks on end. She started to ride me, with a gentle slowness, her hips rotating in such a way to add a slight twist to each thrust. It didn't go unnoticed, by either of us, and I groaned with delight at the sudden surge of pleasure.

"Like that little trick huh?"

"Ooooo yea.."

"I'll make a note to show Cassie one day, when she finally says yes to a three way."

"I don't think that will be much of a problem after tonight..."

She giggled again. Truth was I still didn't know if my wife was going to be in her depressed frigidity after tonight, but at this second I didn't care. Emily started to ride me faster, the bouncing causing her big tits to jiggle delightfully in front of me. My arms were occupied around her waist, keeping her balanced on the chair with me. But my mouth was free, and soon my lips were seeking one of her hard nipples. It was impossible to suck the small bud because of her movements, but with each flick of my tongue she gave a short gasp in approval. She began to pick up the speed more, each bounce creaking the frame of my desk chair, so much so I thought the damn thing might collapse on me at any second. But it held firm. Amazing for something from Ikea.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck.. fuck..."

She repeated that over and over, the word escaping her lips on every other bounce. Her head was tilted back, almost like it would roll off of her neck, and her arms locked around my neck as she bounced. She bounced faster, the rotation of her hips matching her every movement and sending shock waves through my body. I started to meet her, pushing my hips up to drive my cock deeper into her willing cunt. She started to moan again, very loud and raw. I had a fleeting thought of what would happen if my wife woke up. Would she be upset? Would she yell at me? Of course, little did I know I was about to get my answer...

"Yea.. fuck that dick Emmy."

Emily's head whipped around, though she didn't stop bouncing. My head also turned, sliding to the left to look. There Cassandra was, naked as can be, standing in the doorway. She had one hand on her left breast, caressing it. The other was occupied downstairs, spreading her swollen lips and slipping her fingers inside. The two women's eyes met, and they were smiling at each other. My face was frozen in horror, though neither one of them seemed to care.

"Oh God Cassie.. you have to let me have this more than once.. I'll do fucking annnnyyyything for you..."

My wife merely smiled a little wider, and removed her hand from her pussy. She walked across the floor, and stopped by the chair. She leaned down to kiss her friend, their tongues meeting in the open air.

"You show me some of your stripper tricks, and it's a deal Emmy."

Emily suddenly threw herself forward, clutching me around the neck as she screamed into my collarbone. She came again, drenching my cock, my lap, and my favorite chair with her cream. One hand of Cassie's was stroking Emily's hair, the other was on my head. Slowly Emily stopped riding me, and slipped off. Cassie held her by the arm and assisted her over to the couch, where Emily sat, trying to catch her breath. She was spent, and satisfied, and gave a long contented sigh. My wife turned to me, and closed the distance between us. She leaned down to kiss me on the lips.

"Happy Anniversary, honey."

I didn't know what I was supposed to say, so I just said (like an idiot). "Thank you."

She gifted me with a smile, and looked down at my still solid cock, which was begging for the attention that would bring about release. "Looks like someone hasn't cum yet.. maybe I can.."

She started to get down on her knees, and something inside me lost control for a second. Before she could make it down, I was on my feet. I guided her slim frame to lean over the chair, her arms supporting her on the back, and I pushed my hard cock into the wet and hot pussy of my wife. She didn't protest, only looking back over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck me my love..." Was all she said.

I didn't need any further instructions. I started to thrust my cock into my accepting wife. She began to push back against me, meeting me halfway with each thrust, and it was completely like old times again. My hands held her sleek hips as I pulled her back to meet me, the sound of our flesh clapping together in frenzy. Emily was on the couch, watching. She began to lightly play with herself, becoming our own little cheering section.

"Yea, fuck her Stefan... fuck the shit out of that sexy bitch.."

Like I needed any encouragement, right? I pushed into my wife, and she met me. Then she started to shiver uncontrollably, her mouth open in a silent scream that seemed to last for minutes on end. I felt the floodgates inside her open, and months worth of unspent orgasms seemed to flood through her at once. The sweet nectar flowed from her, over me, and dripped down her thighs. Maybe on a normal day I would be concerned with the state of my favorite chair, but fuck if I cared about that now. Suddenly she was screaming like a wild animal, all the passion unloading in a single moment. She might have woken the neighbors with that one, but hey, ask me if I cared?

"Get you some honey! Woo!"

Emily was fingering herself hard, watching us. I felt my release nearing, and I knew where my wife would want it. Right in her mouth. Any other day, I might have given it to her. But now.. now something else was in my mind. Something unexplainable, and even a bit primal. Just a feeling, you know? I pulled on my wifes hips until I was buried deep inside her, and I let myself go. I felt the sticky fluid burst from my cock with a terrifying force, and felt it coat her insides. She turned to look back at me again, her eyes half closed. I could tell she felt me cum, and it caused another wave of orgasmic bliss to rip through her. She didn't scream however, but Emily, who was busy fingering herself to her own orgasm, did.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk..."

It was almost comical, and it broke the loving stare I was sharing with my wife. We both turned to see Emily, bucking wildly on the couch, and we both had a case of the giggles. I pulled my deflating cock from my wife, and she slipped off the chair and into my arms. We held each other close, watching Emily come down from her thrilling high. It was a long moment, but Emily recovered and look at us together.

"Awwwww.. look at you two.. so sweet."

"We couldn't have done it without you Emmy." My wife smiled at her friend.

"He cum in you...?" My wife nodded. "Should I lick it out?"

"No.." My wife said, a hand subtly moving to her tummy. Emily was half up off the couch, and stopped with an understanding nod. "I think it needs to stay right here."

I leaned down, and nuzzled my wife's neck. She leaned into me, and gave a peaceful sigh. It was the most glorious sound I've ever heard. I whispered to her. "Happy Anniversary, babe."

"Thank you...."

I know what you're thinking. And yes, the "Incident" brought our fire back. It also brought us a new playmate in Emily. And a new bundle of joy named Taylor, nine months later.

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I hope you enjoyed this story. If you want to see more from these characters, or continuations of the other stories I publish, feel free to request them and I'll try to get around to it. As always, feedback is welcome, public or private. But try to be somewhat constructive. It you loved it, tell me what you loved. If you hated it, tell me why. I can't be a better writer if all you tell me is how much I suck. Until next time.

The two stories posted here that didn't score over 9s were the ones with somewhat less than stellar endings. Well, here you go, a story where everything works out. (I still love all of you though.)

-Mark St. Claire