He flipped on the bedroom light switch, blinding me for a second or two. Enough time for him to climb out of bed and start towards me. “Did you have a good time tonight?”
Did he want another fight? He didn’t look angry, but he didn’t look happy to see me either. I tried to push past him, but he took me into his arms. “I’m not in the mood for another argument,” I said.
“Who said anything about an argument? I just asked did you have a good time?” He pulled me close and I could smell the remnants of his cologne. The cologne he bought because I told him I liked the way it smelled. I didn’t tell him that the reason I liked it was because my ex wore it. I left out that detail.
“Yeah, I had a good time with the girls.”
“And the guys?”
I cocked my head and looked at him. Where was he going with this? He never showed signs of being the jealous type. “If you didn’t want me to go out for Stephanie’s birthday, you could’ve said so. You knew it was at a dance club. I didn’t have to go.”
“Did you dance with any of them?” He pulled me close, pressing his hard body against my soft curves. The room started to get warmer.
“I told you. I don’t want to fight tonight. I’m tired. It’s been a long day.”
“I don’t want a fight. I just want to know about your night. Did you dance with any guys?” He took my hand and pressed it against his toned chest, then he put it between his legs and I felt a different kind of hardness. I grinned and started to massage the hardness.
I lowered my voice and spoke with a soft, sexy tone. “I did dance.”
“With just the girls?”
I knew that he wouldn’t like my real answer, so I made up an answer that would fit his semi-recurring fantasy better. “No, I danced with a few guys.”
“Oh really.” His steel blue eyes looked into my own, filled complete with lust.
“One of them I danced with for a while. He had the kind of body that you could tell he worked out a lot.”
“Did you do anything more than just dance with him?”
I nodded my head yes and smiled.
He reached behind me and with one smooth stroke pulled the zipper down of my dress. The dress slid off of me and to my ankles. My bra and my panties had similar fates. I reached for his boxers, but before I could get my hands on them he took me and tackled me on to the bed.
He slid out of his boxers, his rock hard cock pointing straight at me. He climbed on to the bed, then on top of me. He pressed his hardness against my lips. “Did he cum in you?”
I didn’t know the correct answer for his fantasy so I took a guess. “He wore a condom.”
“Next time let the lucky guy fill you with his cum.” I didn’t exactly understand his fantasy. I would definitely never tell any of my friends about it. However, I think the fantasy turned me on as much as him. Before he put a ring on my finger, I enjoyed some pretty wild nights that ended with me in some stranger’s bed and a whole lot worse. I missed those nights a little.
Actually a lot, especially with him bringing this fantasy up every once in a while. Luc and I dated for a short time in college, but he only knew one side of me. He didn’t know about the side of me that went out every night with my girlfriends, hoping to get laid. I don’t get many complaints about my body now, but back then I was a size or two smaller and had the kind of body made for sex. Not to mention my perfectly perky D-cup tits. I loved the attention and wore outfits that got me a lot more than attention. Many of those nights that I went out hoping to get laid, ended up with me in bed a man involved in lust filled activities.
My husband didn’t know about any of that. If he did, I don’t think he would’ve wanted to get involved with me again when we ran into each other a few years after college. By then I told myself that I wanted a serious relationship and was ready to settle down. At least that’s what I told myself.
My husband held me tight and pushed into my wetness. I opened my legs for him, taking as much of him as I could. He skipped the sweet, romantic prologue. He went straight to full power, holding nothing back. Each thrust harder than the previous one. Steady grunts came from his mouth, deep moans escaped from my lips. Sweat covered my bare skin and pleasure filled my body. I couldn’t remember the last time that my husband had fucked me like this.
My finger nails dug into his back. His teeth bit my neck. We used to have sex like this all of the time, but sometime in the year after the honeymoon our sex life went from once or twice a day to once or twice a month.
Our bodies moved together and blended into one. An intense workout that I no longer thought he could give me. The pleasure he provided me with his rock hard cock mixed with the explicit thoughts running through my brain. After a few minutes I didn’t see my husband on top of me. I saw the hot guy that was checking me out earlier at the night club. I imagined Tim, the hot coworker that I had a crush on me. I imagined him slamming his cock deep inside of me. My moans filled the room, if not the whole house. Pleasure filled my whole body.