My Husband Had This Idea

I slipped into bed beside Timothy. He watched me and said nothing, waiting for me to say something, anything. I had left the dress on our floor and quietly put on my pajamas. It was only after I pulled the covers up that I looked at Timothy's eyes. I was a little worried about what I'd find there.

It was love and it was fear.

"Are we okay?" he said.

"Yeah," I said, giving him a hesitant smile. "Right?"

He nodded.

"Are you... did you have a good time?"

My smile expanded. I laid my arm across his chest and kissed his cheek. "I did."

His heart was thumping.

"It's so late. Couldn't sleep, huh?" I said.

"No fucking way."

We laughed.

"What was it like? How did it go? I've been dying here."

I bit my lip as I thought.

"Well, dinner was really good. You would have loved it. We will have to go there one day."

He was quiet.

"Trent was kind. Funny. I was a wreck and he helped me calm down."

I searched Timothy's eyes.

"And then he invited me to his place. He said there was no pressure. He even walked me to my car."

His eyes watered a little.

"And I said I wanted to go."

Timothy's cheeks turned bright red. His body warmed against my arm.

"His place was nice. Minimalistic. Needed a woman's touch." I paused at the phrasing. "We started slow. Kissing. Then he went down on me."

Timothy nodded.

"Did you come?"

"Not yet. I asked for more, and then, undressed him."

"Did he...was his..."

"Cock bigger than yours?"

"I was trying to sound more secure," he said with some nervous laughter. "I was to ask if was in better shape than me, but yeah that's really what I want to know."

"Yeah, it was bigger."

A groan slipped through Timothy's lips.

"Love," I said, reaching down for his hand. "I'm here with you." I missed his hand. Instead of wrapping my hand around his, I had grabbed his cock. It was absolutely solid. "Oh."

"Yeah," he said.

"So this turns you on after all."

He nodded as he held his breath.

"Keep going," he whispered.

I stroked him slowly as I told him what happened, about how hot it was to roll the condom onto him. His cock throbbed in my hand as I continued.

"He felt a lot bigger, Timothy. I had to go very slow at first, rocking on him until I could take it all. As much as I could take anyway. Then I rode him like I was starving for it. When I came he just kept fucking me through it, saying my name over and over until he came in me."

Timothy froze.

"I thought you said he was wearing a condom."

"He was!" I laughed. "Oh god no. Breathe. I just meant he finished in me, while wearing the condom."

"Oh!"

Timothy's body sank into the bed.

"Yeah," I said. "Don't worry. I was safe."

His lips thinned and he closed his eyes.

"I can't tell if you're tortured or close to-"

"Both," he said. "You are so fucking hot."

"I want to make you feel good," I whispered in his ear. "But I'm so sore. What if I go down on you?"

"I'd like that," he said.

I disappeared under the covers and took him in my mouth. For a few moments, I was with Timothy. Not telling a story. Not remembering the rest of the sex Trent and I had on the balcony after sipping some of his whiskey, or the rub down he gave me as we showered right before I left.

Now, there was just Timothy and Dana.

Husband and wife.

Lovers.

I pumped him quickly into my mouth. He didn't last long. I drank him down until he was drained and then I sat up.

"Goodnight, my love," I said as I kissed his cheek. A deep smile spread across his face.

"Goodnight."

---

My eyes opened slowly, squinting at the morning light. I felt for Timothy. He wasn't beside me. Somewhere downstairs a strange noise that took me a few seconds to identify.The coffee maker.I stretched, feeling it all the way to my toes and inhaled.

The night's memories came then, like flashes of water in a hot pan. It all felt like someone else's story. Not mine. I was boring. My wildest days were splurging for the automated car wash and going to happy hour with Timothy.

Trent throbbing, teeth clenched as his eyes broke in front of me, and then filling me with his cum.

Trent.

I grabbed my phone and checked my texts. Yup, we'd moved to texting. Just one message and it was from him--just thirty minutes prior.

Good morning Dana. Last night was so good. I hope you agree. Sorry I can't think of any clever puns. Me brain lack proper blood flow. I'd love to see you again. Next week? Trent

I read it again. Yawned. Sat up and stretched again.

I walked across the twill rug, rough against my feet, and to the bathroom. But it wasn't really a walk. The soreness returned. I hobbled. Tried wide legged. There was no relief. I closed the door slid my shorts down and saw why. My lips were puffy, red, swollen.

As I peed, I wondered if ice would help but decided that would only hurt worse.

I read the message again and started to respond then realized that, first I needed coffee.

---

I watched the kids on the trampoline while I finished my coffee. Timothy sat beside me on the deck. I showed him the message. He read it and handed the phone back.

"So, what do I do?" I asked.

"What do you want to do?"

I thought for a moment and then sent my response.

Good morning indeed, Trent! You should have seen me trying to walk this morning. Quite a sight. Surely you would have laughed! (or been proud?) next week sounds lovely. Chat later?

I set my phone down and took Timothy's hand and enjoyed our quiet Saturday together.

---

I drove into the city without the nerves this time. I knew where to park. I knew where to walk. I knew who I was going to be fucking. The doorman checked my name on a visitor's list and badged me up to Trent's floor. It all felt...easier.

And then Trent answered the door in a towel. All that composure? Gone.

He looked at my dress. I'd bought something new, low cut deliberately. Hoping to throw him off balance too. Apparently, he won that game.

"Fuck," he said, "I overdressed."

I burst out laughing and then he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, closing the door behind me. I faced him and felt that thrill again.

I slipped my finger into his towel and unwrapped it, letting it land on the hardwood with a soft thump. I stepped back and took in the sight of him, half-hard already. I sank to my knees before him.

"I've been thinking about you all week," I said. It felt safer to say than what I really meant.

"Really?" he said, breathlessly.

"Mmhmm," I hummed, with my lips wrapped around his cock, eyeing him above me.

He was hard within seconds. Then he was lifting me off my knees and onto his shoulder. I laughed as he threw me onto his bed. My hair flowing around my vision as he knelt on the mattress beside me. I ran my lips under his cock, the length of him, until I reached his balls. I sucked one in, massaging it with my tongue, while his cock draped across my face.

He reached over and slid the dress up my legs, fingers against my warm thighs. I tasted the freshly rinsed soap on him but I found I wanted his scent.

"No panties tonight?" he said.

"Why boffa?"

"Huh?"

I stopped sucking on his balls and smiled. "Sorry. Had something in my mouth. I said, 'Why bother?' I knew you'd just ruin them anyway."

He laughed.

"With your rugged good looks and smooth words, making me soak through them and-"

I slid out of the rest of my dress as he leaned over my body, falling to his elbows, which he planted beside my hips. He kissed my pussy softly again, slow and sweet, just the way I like.

His cock was right there, hovering above me so I reached up and guided his hips down, and took him into my mouth. Just as I tasted him, I felt his hot breath against me, heard him utter my name and it felt good.

He sucked gently on my clit and I pulled his cock deeper into my throat, gagging softly as I tried to take more of him. The wet sounds of us devouring each other filled the room. I was close, grinding against his face while he leaked down my throat.

"Keep doing that," I said, taking just a second away from his cock.

He was close too. I kept the pace and he groaned just a moment later. With the first pulse, a strong stream flooded the back of my throat. I held him deep inside then, sucking to draw more from him, his second stream, his third.

He rolled over and then lay beside me. I rested my head on his shoulder and we said nothing for a while.

I woke to a buzzer. Confused. It was dark outside. I was high above the city below. I was at Trent's.

"I ordered delivery before you got here," he said.

He sat up and went to the door. I coughed and he turned back and looked into the bedroom.

"Oh, right."

He smiled as if he'd forgotten and picked up the towel and wrapped himself. He opened the door. I heard a man's voice as Trent took a bag from the guy.

"I'd give you a bigger tip but I can't seem to find my wallet," he said, patting his towel.

I scoffed and snorted at the same time. It hurt.

Then he was closing the door and walking back to me.

"That was literally the worst joke ever," I said as he sat next to me. He set containers on the bed and opened them and I squealed. Totally cool...

"Sushi, fuck yeah!"

"You said it was your favorite but your son has allergies to sesame so you don't get it often."

I dropped my chopsticks.

"You remembered that?" I said.

Fuck. I had to look away and pretend to fuss with the containers. I snatched a piece of sushi with my sticks.

"Wine?"

"I'd love some," I said.

As he stood up, his towel caught under my knee and he was unraveled. Nude. He looked down at me with a puzzled expression, but then shrugged and went to the wine cooler.

How quickly being naked together became comfortable and good and right.

When he returned with two glasses and handed me one, I kept it in my palm and picked through the containers.

"So, are you looking for someone?"

As soon as I said it, I knew I'd made a mistake. He sat down, clicked his tongue, and sighed.

"I'm not not looking."

I nodded.

He looked at me for a long moment.

"What's your favorite piece so far?" he said.

I liked his question more. I shivered then and as goosebumps spread across my body, I pointed. "The one with the green sauce."

"Ponzu. My favorite."

"It's so full of flavor but not rich. I've never tasted anything like it," I said.

I leaned back and grabbed the throw blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapped myself with it.

"Is it too cold in here?"

"It's probably just perfect. But-"

"You're naked."

"Yup," I said.

"I'll turn the heat on."

He turned the heat on and came back to bed. We finished the wine. At some point I set my container on the floor and reached for his and set that down too.

Then I slipped the blanket from my shoulders and slinked onto on the bed, crawling away from him on my hands and knees and looked back at him over my shoulder.

"So," I said, "what would you like to do now?"

He said nothing, only unwrapped the towel. I said nothing, only watched him as he grew aroused. I kept my pride to myself at having done that without a touch.

He reached into his bedside table and put on the condom, then moving on his knees, he guided his cock toward me.

He took his time. Hands on my hips, not rushing. I felt the wide tip of him press against me and then slowly, he filled me.

I exhaled.

When he bottomed out and I could take no more, I dropped my head and just breathed.

It was good. It wassogood. That was the problem.

He started to move and I let my eyes close. I thought about the question I'd asked. What a careless thing to say. But his response...I'm not not looking.What did that mean for me. What did I want from

him.

His hands tightened on my hips.

I stopped thinking.

Then he shifted his angle and thrust faster and harder and I gasped and grabbed the sheets and his balls were slapping my clit and I thought--I missed this.I missed him.That's what I couldn't say on my knees in the doorway. That's what was safer not to say.

"You okay?" he said.

"Don't stop," I said. "Harder."

Fuck the thoughts out of me.

I looked back at him and his eyes locked onto mine.

"God, Dana, you have no idea how beautiful you are right now."

He reached for my body, cupping my breast in his hand and teasing my nipple with his thumb and finger. I pictured him inside me, deeper than anyone had ever been and buried my face in his pillow. It smelled like him. I inhaled deeply and let his scent fill me, soothe me.

He angled into me from above and I shifted my hips toward him. He drove down into me and it felt like he was splitting me, in a very wonderful way.

I turned my head from his pillow. "I want you to come first," I said, throat dry, voice hoarse from my moans.

He grunted.

Then he gripped my hips with both hands. Harder. His rhythm changed. Shorter. Faster. Less controlled.

I felt him swell inside me.

"Dana--"

"Yes," I said. "Give it to me."

He drove into me once, twice, and then stopped. I felt every pulse of him through the condom and held still, only squeezing my pussy around him and letting him fill it completely.

When he stilled, we both just breathed.

He pulled out slowly. I felt a gaping emptiness and he knew I was still wound up. I turned over and huffed. He moved his hand down my stomach.

"Your turn," he said quietly and smiled.

His fingers circled my clit and then he slipped one inside.

"Not enough," I said, pulling him toward me.

Then I saw it, the condom full of his cum. I guess it had slipped my mind.

I peeled it from him and then just looked at his wet tip. I wanted to. I really, really wanted to do something stupid.

I wanted to feel him.

As I reached for the box of condoms, I resolved to do something about that. I'd figure that out next week.

---

I found my dress on his floor and pulled it on. He walked me down.

The parking garage was quiet. My heels on the concrete. His hand at the small of my back, not possessive, just there.

I clicked my fob. Nothing.

I clicked it again.

"No," I said.

"What?"

I looked at him.

"My car won't start."

He pressed his lips together like he was trying not to smile.

"Don't," I said.

"I didn't say anything."

"You were about to make a joke."

"I was absolutely about to make a joke," he said.

"Looks like you weren't the only one who got drained tonight," I said. "I win."

"Touché. My joke wasn't as good."

"I know." I checked my phone. Nearly midnight. Too late to wake Timothy and the kids. "Can you-"

"Of course."

---

"Your town is so quiet," he said.

"If you roll down your windows, you might hear a rooster."

He did twenty eight in a twenty five. Hands at ten and two. The music was quiet, soft. I looked at the radio and the banner said jazz.

"So, that's what jazz sounds like," I said.

"Now, that's funny."

"I wasn't joking," I said.

He turned and opened his mouth, then closed it.

"I-I-"

I cracked, breaking into laughter.

"You got me there," he said.

"I really did. Turn here. Last house on the right."

He stopped out front, just before the kids' basketball net. It was dark. Only the kitchen light was on this time.

"Nice house," he said.

"Thanks." I looked at it like I was seeing it for the first time.

A moment passed. The jazz still playing softly.

"I'm going to be gone a few weeks," he said, and I turned to him. "Work thing."

"Oh."

"I know. I don't want to go. If you want to meet other guys while-"

"I don't," I said.

"Dana--"

"I know. I just--" I turned to him. "I'm going to miss this." And then I breathed deep. "I'm going to miss you."

There it was. My secret.

He looked at me for a long moment before I kissed him. "Dana."

"Shh..."

I climbed over the center console. Hiked up my dress and straddled him. Unzipped him and got him hard.

"I don't have condoms in here," he said.

"I do."

I reached into my purse and found the foil wrapper. I'd bought them the day after we agreed to meet. I ripped it open and put then ring of latex to his tip and that's when something didn't seem right. It wasn't wide enough.

I started unrolling it anyway, or trying to. Trent grimaced. The latex fought me for a good inch and he hissed softly.

"Does that hurt?"

"It feels like a rubber band."

"I'm sorry," I said, stopping.

He grabbed the wrapper and held it up to the light from the radio display.

"Oh, I know why it's so tight. I buy Titans."

"I bought the wrong brand?"

I didn't know there were sizes. Timothy had gotten a vasectomy after our second. We hadn't used condoms in a very long time.

"The wrong size."

"Oh..."

I held him and bit my lip. Counted the days since my cycle. Then I slapped the condom onto his dash.

"Will you tell me when you're close?"

He looked at me strangely.

"I want to feel you," I said. "Really feel you."

His eyes narrowed on mine. Then he nodded.

I had liked how he felt before but this... this was another level. He felt so much better. I resolved then and there that first thing Monday, I'd be calling my doctor about that IUD.

I eased down the length of him until I felt his tip bump against my cervix and then stayed there, kissing him. He put his thumb on my clit and gently traced me.

Slowly I rose up off of him and then lowered on him, paying attention not to go too far, too deep. I looked between my legs and watched him go in and out of me, watch as my body slicked his cock.

He was gripping my legs. His breathing changed.

"Dana--"

I knew what that meant.

I didn't stop. Pushed down harder. Past what was comfortable. I didn't care. Faster. I wanted what he'd give me.

"Dana, I'm--"

"I know," I said.

He grabbed my hips. Not to slow me down but to have something to hold as he broke apart. And when he went, I felt everything. Every pulse. The flood of heat deep in my belly. I kept moving through it, taking all of it. Then he stilled.

We stayed there.

We breathed.

And then I slid off of him. Cum poured out of me and onto his seat, across his pants, and the center console. I cursed myself for not having worn panties. I'd be leaking all the way inside my house, up the stairs, into our bedroom.

"Sorry about the mess," I said, embarrassed.

"Uh, Dana? It's my mess."

"Good point."

"It'll clean," he said. "Also, wow. That was so fucking good."

"So fucking good. I'll be limping all weekend." I leaned over and kissed his cheek and then spoke in his ear. "And leaking all weekend."

"Fuck."

"Until next time, Trent?"

"Until next time, Dana."

"I'll miss you."

"Miss you too."

I closed the SUV door softly. My heels were in my hand. He was dripping down the inside of my thigh. Then I was inside and climbing the stairs.

I washed my face and then wiped my thighs with a wet rag, and finished getting ready for bed.

Timothy was snoring as I climbed in beside him, picked up my phone, and started reading about IUDs.