My Husband Had This Idea

Timothy walked in with a tray of food and set it beside me. I was shocked that he wasn't a wreck his time. He was so not-a-wreck that he had made my favourite omelette and his utterly perfect home fries. Beside that was a peeled banana, just the way I like it, de-stringed. A half-filled glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee still swayed from his walk upstairs.

"Wow," I said, sitting up. "What did I do to deserve this?"

The scene from the night before replayed right then.

"By being you. A good mom, partner, friend. And also, just because," he paused, "I love you."

I smiled, and it felt half-true. I took his hand and sighed.

"I need to tell you something. About my date last night."

"Are you okay?"

"I am. But there's something you should know."

His face fell as he inhaled, holding his breath, like he was waiting for bad news.

"One of our rules was that I'd be safe. And I have been."

"Did someone try to hurt you?"

"No, not at all," I stopped. "I'm assuming you didn't notice my car isn't here." His eyes flitted to the window, looking over the driveway. "My battery was dead last night, so Trent brought me home."

"I can change your battery."

I smiled.

"That's not the thing I need to tell you. Trent said he was going away for a few weeks for work, and I felt sad about it. I ended up on his lap in his car. One thing led to another and then I was ripping open a condom I had in my purse."

"This is a problem? I think it's pretty hot."

"And it didn't fit. It was digging into him, and he was turning purple."

"Wait...but you used condoms at his place?"

"Once he bought. Mine weren't the right type. He uses Titans, apparently."

Timothy blinked twice.

"So, I decided to take it off of him," I said, my heart racing, "and have sex anyway."

"Fuck," he said.

"I'm sorry. I think I'm okay. I looked at my calendar after."

"No, I'm not mad. I'm turned on. Dana, I never said you had to use condoms. Just be safe."

"You're not mad?"

"Not at all."

"Phew," I said. "But I've decided, I'm going to the doctor this week. I want an IUD."

Timothy stared at me. Motionless for a good minute. Then his mouth pulled to one side, and he nodded slowly.

"So, it was that good?"

"I liked feeling everything. And when he came--" I said, stopping as I had been looking anywhere but him while I said this, I saw it, the outline of him, hard, in my peripheral, "You're hard, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Under the blankets, I slipped my fingers beneath my panties and felt him there. Trent. Not only sore from him, but even now, leaking him.

"I'd say you could get on top of me," I said, bringing my fingers up so he could see them, "but this is the current environment."

Timothy's cheeks burned bright red as Trent's cum ran down my fingers. Timothy coughed and took a sip of my orange juice.

"Maybe later," he said.

"After a bath."

He nodded.

---

The kids went to grandma's in the afternoon so that we could do some yard work. That's what I told my mom, anyway.

We didn't do yard work.

The tub drained, and I stepped onto the tile floor and wrapped a towel around me. Timothy was waiting on the bed in his boxers. I walked softly across the floor. His phone was in his hand but he was staring at the ceiling.

I was waiting for him to look up at me because I planned to drop the towel and watch his face. He always lit up when he saw my body. Always.

"Are you alright?" I said.

"I googled Titans."

I shrugged.

"They're big."

"So? You know I don't care about that," I said.

It was true. I didn't know Trent's size when I agreed to meet up. But there was something else I wasn't saying. With his cock, he made me feel new things, do new things.

He sat up and pointed to my bedside table, where the tray sat. The omelette was gone, because it was delicious. The banana remained, the cup, and the empty mug of coffee, and something else. My cloth tape measure. Oh... oh no.

"You said the normal condom was digging into him. So I googled. They're made for normal guys. Me."

"Timothy, I love you, and your cock."

"I know," he smiled. "So then I googled Titans. They're for guys with a bigger girth."

I shrugged.

He picked up the banana and the tape and wrapped it around the banana.

"Four point seven inches around. That's what your condom fits. Basically, me. Titans are for guys who are six point five inches, around."

"So? It's not even two inches."

Then he grabbed the mug and slipped the tape around it.

"Six point five."

He put the mug back on the tray, beside the banana. My eyes went between the two. So, yeah, there was a significant difference.

"You're making too big a deal out of this," I said.

"I'm not upset," he said, laughing. "I'm just shocked...proud of you for taking something like that," he said, pointing to the mug.

I mean, it did take two hands to wrap all the way around it.

But if I had to take Trent's dick every day of the week, I'd break. And right now, I wanted Timothy.

I pushed him back onto the bed, then straddled his waist, pulling his cock through the hole in his boxers. I let it rest against his thigh as I slowly unwrapped my towel.

First, I let him see my breasts, and I watched as his cock twitched.

Then, I showed him my stomach with my stretch marks and some softness, and still he twitched. He loves my body, he loves all of me.

Finally, I revealed my pussy, landing strip and still swollen red lips. His cock rocketed to a full-on erection.

I took it in my hand and let some spit fall onto him and brushed it down my thin line of pubic hair, and it felt good. He moaned when he felt my warm clit.

I sat up on my knees so I could slip him into me. I gasped as I felt his tip part me. I took him slowly, cautiously, and pressed down on him until my clit touched his body.

His hands were on my breasts as I used his chest to stabilize myself and find my rhythm. Then I fucked him soft and slow, savouring everything about my favourite man.

I closed my eyes and focused on the way his warmth against my clit did something Trent couldn't.

I leaned over and dipped my breast against Timothy's lips, and he opened his mouth and sucked on me. My eyes fluttered. A familiar pressure began building. I curled my arms behind his head and held him close, grinding my body against him. His hips rose to meet me.

"Keep doing that," I said. "Fuck."

"Yes," he said.

"I'm close."

His hands tightened on my hips.

Then he was pulsing within, filling me with his cum. I felt it warm me and my body responded. The tension in my belly peaked with a final throb and then finally, there it was. The familiar release. I rode through it, gasping and pinning down his shoulders as my back arched off his chest.

Spent and sore in a different way, I collapsed into my husband, and we fell asleep.

---

Tuesday morning, the doctor's office reached out about a cancellation. It was only the day before that they'd said it'd be a few weeks before they could see me, and I was good with it, but now, I could be ready before Trent came back.

As I sat in the waiting room, I scrolled through my phone. Trent hadn't messaged since Sunday night, just before his flight. I'd sent him a picture of my boobs and captioned it, "Miss these yet?"

He'd only sent a heart in reply.

I opened the app for the first time in a while. So many notifications that even the app had stopped, just a plus sign beside the number.

It couldn't hurt to look. That's what I told myself. Trent and I had agreed that we weren't exclusive, because after all, I was still married.

And he wasnot looking.

Only one rule--be upfront.

I opened the most recent message, sent at four in the morning.

U up?Earned an eye roll and a delete.

I don't usually do this, but something about your profile...--he absolutely usually does this, in every message to every woman. What really got me was the second message, a few hours later, calling me a fucking whore because I wasn't replying. I blocked him.

Yo, so you wanna get fucked?Yeah, I do, but not by someone who leads with that.

It was too much. I couldn't block everyone. I would have to delete the app.

But until then, I pocketed my phone and watched the muted TV on the wall.

A nurse called my name and led me to a room and handed me a paper gown. A few minutes later, there was a knock and my doctor came in, reading her tablet.

"So, you're interested in an IUD today."

"I am."

"When was your last menstrual period?"

I told her.

"What birth control are you and your husband currently using?"

"My husband had a vasectomy a few years ago," I said.

She looked up from her tablet.

"And the last time you had unprotected sex?"

"Friday."

Her expression didn't change except for one of her eyebrows slightly lifting.

"Long story," I said.

"You don't need to explain. I do want to go over your options, though, given the timing."

She set the tablet down.

"The hormonal IUD releases a small amount of progestin locally. It's highly effective, over ninety-nine percent. Your periods will likely become lighter, maybe stop altogether, within the first year. Some women experience spotting in the first few months while their body adjusts. It takes about seven days to become effective for pregnancy prevention if we insert it outside of your period window, which today we'd be doing."

"And the other option?"

"Copper. No hormones at all. It works because copper is toxic to sperm. It's also the most effective emergency contraception available, more effective than Plan B, if inserted within five days of unprotected sex." She paused. "Based on what you've told me today, I'd recommend the copper IUD. It would address any concern from Friday immediately."

I nodded.

"How long does it last?"

"Up to ten years. Though you can have it removed anytime."

I thought about Friday. About how Trent had felt inside me. About the question,What am I actually looking for...

"Let's do the copper," I said.

"The right call," she said.

---

I sat across from Timothy in the same restaurant where I had first met Trent. Timothy parked in the same garage. What had seemed so extravagant and new with Trent seemed derivative. It wasn't Timothy and Dana's place. It was part of Trent and Dana's story.

My intentions had been good. Reclaim it for us. Let Timothy experience the food. Maybe have car sex in the parking garage. But I found myself looking around for Trent, and I hated myself for doing that.

Timothy was watching me. I knew the look. He had something to say. Maybe a question. Did I still love him? I wanted to promise him that I did, more than anything.

Then he spoke.

"I'm guessing Trent's place is nearby. You haven't seen him for a few weeks."

"He's still away."

He nodded. "I wanted to ask you if you'd be okay with me joining you two next time."

Only my eyes moved, flitting down and to the side.

"Just to watch."

"Timothy, I..."

"It's stupid. I shouldn't have asked."

"It's not stupid. I know it's because you want to see me." I said. "But that's the problem. I'd go from enjoying the moment to performing and that's not why I'm doing this."

"I didn't think of it that way."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I wish I could."

"It's okay."

I held my hand out for his. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

---

When we got back to the car, it was dark out. I knew what I wanted to do, so I made the move.

I pulled Timothy to me. He pressed me against the side of the car as he kissed me deeply. I looked around us. A van was parked next to us, which blocked any wandering eyes from seeing us. I slipped my hand into his pants and stroked him until he was hard. He unzipped his pants and then I was squatting in front of him. His eyes lolled and his arm shot out against the roof of our car. He held himself up as I sucked hard and fast.

When I tasted his precum, I stood and bent over. He hiked my skirt up the back of my legs.

"No panties?" he said.

"Not tonight. I wanted to do this."

He groaned as he put his leaking tip against me.

"Fuck me hard. Fast. Use me," I said.

He plunged into me and then gripped my hips.

He thrust harder than he's used to. I looked back because he wasn't cumming. He had been so close. He was leaking. And now his face was dripping with sweat and he was frowning. I stood and he slipped out, soft now.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"This isn't me. I can't be the man who fucks you like this. Here, against our car, with the booster seats in the back. In this city, after eating dinner there, it's like I'm competing. That's not me, and that's not us."

I swallowed as I nodded. It hit me then, anger at my hypocrisy. I hadn't wanted to claim the restaurant and car sex for us. That was the excuse. What I'd really wanted was for Timothy to perform for me.

Fuck.

I looked at him then the way I should have before I'd pulled him against the car. He wasn't pouting. He wasn't even really upset with me. He just looked a little lost, like he'd been trying to give me something and didn't know how.

I'd asked him for a lot tonight. It was time I gave him something back.

"You asked me earlier," I said, "about being there next time. With Trent."

He went still.

"I still can't do that. But I can ask him about a picture. Something just for you." I reached for his hand again, and this time his fingers weren't stiff. "You shouldn't have to imagine it alone."

He didn't say anything right away. Then he nodded. He pulled me against his chest, his heartbeat steady in my ear.

"Okay," he said, finally. "Thank you."