Little Black Dress Chapter One~ A wife sharing story (Charlotte)
“Let’s find some porn to watch.” I sat down on the couch and handed my husband Silas his bottle of beer.
He grinned and took a long drink of it before putting his hand on my thigh. “Fuck, I love you.” He reached for the TV remote and began his search.
I tucked a leg under me and took a sip of beer. It had been a long Saturday inside. The weather was cold and snowy, leaving us pretty much housebound. We did the usual Saturday things, such as laundry and cleaning. Silas even made his world famous chili and now it was only seven o’clock and I was bored.
We had only been together a year, having a whirlwind romance and wedding. We met at a coffee shop where I was writing and he spilled coffee all over me. It was love at first sight. We went out later that day and had been inseparable ever since.
It was the second marriage for both of us, and we knew what we wanted (and didn’t want). One of the things we both wanted was a hot, amazing, crazy sex life. My ex didn’t believe in oral sex or any position other than missionary and his ex withheld sex from him for eight years before they finally split up.
We definitely had zero problems keeping things exciting. We fucked at least once a day, usually a couple. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him with his salt and pepper beard, tattooed arms, and the way he looked at me. He always needed to touch me as well with a lot of ass grabbing and neck kisses to name a few.
We took a nap earlier that afternoon that started out with sex and me having three orgasms, but I could never get enough of him. One of my favorite things to do was having him go down on me while I watched porn, so watching together was something we did regularly.
“How about this?” He started a video and I snuggled in closer to him. He put his arm across my yoga pants clad thigh and I could already feel my pussy getting damp with need for him. My body was always ready for him — any time and any place.
I turned my attention to the screen and was intrigued when I saw a woman there with two men. We hadn’t discussed threesomes very much — we were too busy exploring and having fun with just the two of us. I had mentioned being with another woman while he watched and he had attacked me, but never had I even thought about another man while with him.
Silas dimmed the lights and turned up the sound before tossing the remote on the coffee table in front of us. We watched the scene unfolding on the screen. The story seemed to be about a woman and her husband having some work done in their home before the handyman started fucking her. Her husband was right there watching as it happened.
Silas slid his hand between my legs and I found myself opening them for him. He pressed a finger at my pussy and gasped. “You’re soaking wet. Do you like the idea of being watched?” He leaned in and started kissing my neck.
I sighed and let my head fall back against the couch. He knew I had a thing for being watched by him. It was a regular part of our play for him to watch me masturbate. He would stroke as he watched, sometimes cumming himself or waiting until I did to slide inside me.
His lips nibbled my ear before stopping to whisper, “Would you like me to watch you fuck another man? Watch you come undone around his cock while I stroke myself?”
“Fuck,” I muttered and slipped off my sweatshirt followed quickly by my t-shirt. “Silas, I need you to do things to me!” I squirmed on the couch, watching the screen as the woman cried out in pleasure from being fucked by a man not her husband.
He slipped his finger down my yoga pants and found my swollen clit. “I love when you wear these and no panties.” He started to tease me, smearing my juices around the tight bundle of nerves. “I want you to cum for me.” He bent forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth while his fingers strummed me like only he knew how.
I wrapped my hand around the wrist of the hand inside me, both of us watching the TV. The woman just had an earth shattering orgasm around the guy’s cock and I soon followed after her, swearing and throwing my head back.
Silas kept his fingers on me, sucking my nipple harder until a second orgasm followed behind. When I was done, he brought his hand out and offered it to me to lick. It was coated in my juices. I sucked it clean while he watched. I pressed my forehead to his. “I need you to fuck me, Silas.”
He growled and stood up, throwing me over his shoulder and heading to the bedroom. There he proceeded to ravish me, whispering things in my ear about watching me get fucked by someone, how sexy I would be.
A couple of hours and a few orgasms later, we came back out to the living room in our robes and slippers. I turned something on TV for us to watch while Silas made us popcorn.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said with a smile as he sat down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. “You’re such a dirty girl and I have a feeling we’ve only scratched the surface.”
I smiled and shrugged, settling next to him with a handful of popcorn. I had a feeling he was probably right.
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