My Husband Had This Idea

I unlocked the front door, still catching my breath from running five miles, and kicked off my sneakers. I opened my water bottle, and the fridge hummed before squirting to life as I refilled it.

My phone vibrated on the island, rattling against the quartz top, echoing through the empty house.Trent?My heartbeat was suddenly just as loud.

I reached for the phone. His name was on the lock screen. The phone unlocked as it saw my face and the message opened.

Morning, Dana. Just landed. I have three weeks worth of jokes saved up. Free this weekend?

Hey! I'm glad you're back. I'll check. Friday, or Saturday?

Oh, I was asking about the whole weekend. To make up for lost time.

I'll get back to you. I do want to say yes, but...

You have a family. I know. No pressure. I'll take whatever you can give.

Then a second message popped up right away:

I've just had a turbulent three weeks without you... get it?

Lame. I'll get back to you soon. Welcome home.

---

Timothy popped the trunk and slid my carry-on inside. I watched him as I smoothed my dress. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me. I breathed. Then slid my hands up his back and hugged tight.

"Thank you," I said.

"Of course, my love."

"I told my parents to be ready if you needed them."

"What did you tell them about going away by yourself?"

"Girls' weekend."

"Ah."

"I'll check my phone as much as I can. And I'll get that picture for you."

I looked up into my husband's eyes and kissed his chin. His smile was...complicated. Real, but also almost... conflicted.

"I love you."

"I love you," I said.

We kissed and I got into my car.

---

I looked down into his eyes as my thighs shook and my orgasm hit me. They smiled, somehow. His hair was tight between my fingers as I pressed myself against his lips as I rode through the waves.

I fell over breathless onto the floor. He rolled to his side, propping up on one elbow and grinning.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi."

The first words we had spoken happened just inside his doorway. I was still breathing hard as I found the edge of my dress and tossed it down to cover my legs.

I noticed the straining in his pants but I needed a moment.

"Point the nose toward the landing strip, and then, touchdown. Second time this week."

I rolled my eyes. "So, so bad."

"I've been writing them down so I wouldn't forget."

"You absolutely should let yourself forget," I said, smiling and pulling him toward me. I kissed his neck. "You smell good."

"So do you."

I sat up and looked around. The place looked the same. No suitcases from his trip. He'd already put everything away. My pink carry-on was in the corner, still on its wheels. Likely pushed by me as I took Trent to the floor.

"Mind if I get some water?" I said.

"I'll be right back."

I laughed. "I'll come. We don't need to stay on the floor."

I followed, watching the way he walked, the way he moved his thighs, his knees, swung those hands of his. Mmm. He poured waters as he looked at me.

"Something is on your mind," he said.

"It's nothing."

"Well, that simply tells me that it's certainly something."

I sighed, puffing air up my face, blowing some rogue hair away from forehead.

"While you were away, my husband and I talked a lot."

"Oh," he said.

"No, it's not that. I told him about the night out front."

"Uh huh."

"You don't believe me."

"I'm just nervous," he said.

"I'll just say it. He wanted to be a little more involved. Maybe meet you. Come watch." I saw Trent's eyes narrow. "But I told him that this was for me. It was always for me. If he was there, I'd be performing, for him. That is not what this," I pointed between us, "...is. So I said no. But I did ask him if I could include him in a way that didn't betray this."

"Okay...?"

"I said I could send him a sexy picture. Something so he knows what happens here." I said, smiling through my teeth.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

His shoulders dropped. His chest started moving again as he breathed. I put a hand on his arm.

"I seriously thought you were breaking up with me."

"No. You're not getting away that easy."

"A picture," he said. "Of what?"

"I'll figure it out."

His jeans were still restricting him. I took his glass and set them both on the counter. I unzipped him slow, tooth by tooth, as I nuzzled into his neck, biting softly.

"I'm not going to last long the first time," he said, through shallow breathing.

"You were a good boy while you were away?" I nibbled on his earlobe.

He grunted.

"Then let me reward you," I said.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed his pants and yanked them down. His cock sprang free, bouncing against my lips. I took the tip in slowly, circling it with my tongue, remembering how he tasted. Then I sucked his round tip, pumping his shaft fast. His legs soon trembled on either side of me. He wasn't kidding. I wasn't watching a clock, but I'd bet it was thirty seconds max. I didn't stop. I sucked harder, my cheeks caving in, and then his body spasmed. His moans as he came in my mouth were new, rawer and more vulnerable than before. I drank him down until he stopped.

Then we went to dinner.

We crossed a cobblestone street to get there. I hadn't been to Old City for thirty years. All I remembered from that trip was walking around in the Betsy Ross House as a teacher commented how short people must have been back then. Trent didn't say anything so mundane.

He held the door.

He pushed my chair in.

He ordered a bottle of Shiraz for us after I said I'd never tried it.

Beneath the table, his fingers circled my knee. Something so simple, and so hot.

I tapped my phone to see if there were any messages from home. Nothing. I slid it to the side of the table, next to a small flower vase.

I wrapped my fingers around the stem of my glass and brought it to my lips.

"So?" he said.

"Really good. If I don't go with white, I usually drink Pinot noir. This is different."

"Dana?" someone else said.

I looked up. A woman in a white blouse. My eyes narrowed.

"Jessica?" I said.

"Yeah, hi! I can't believe how long it's been. You look fantastic, by the way."

"So do you."

She looked down at the table, at my hand on the glass, the ring on my finger.

"Is this your husband?"

I nodded before I could think of a better response and I looked at Trent. His eyebrows lifted and he opened his mouth.

"Hi, I'm the husband. Nice to meet you."

He held out his right hand and she shook it. I was shocked when Trent used his real name. His left hand never left my knee.

"I should have known you'd end up with a stud. You always were gorgeous."

I said nothing, as blood rushed to my cheeks.

"She is gorgeous. I don't say it enough," Trent said.

"Well, I should get back to my date. It was good to see you again Dana. Nice to meet you, Trent."

"Likewise," he said.

As she walked away I bit my lip. Trent sat there, watching her leave.

"You used your real name," I said. "What if she talks to an old friend and it's someone my parents know?"

"She won't remember it. And even if she does, it'll be half-remembered. If she says, 'Trent?', they'd say, 'Timothy?', and she'd say, 'Oh, yeah, something with a T.'"

"That makes sense."

What I wanted to say was that he should have just used Timothy's name. After all, he did know it.

My lips tightened as I caught myself. I'd been caught off guard just as he had. I could have said something else.

I didn't.

"So, tell me about your trip," I said.

He scoffed. "It was work. All day every day. I didn't get back to the hotel until after nine every night."

"That sucks. So, you didn't even get to see any sights? Big Ben?"

"From the taxi."

"Was it at least one of those black ones?"

"It was."

"I guess that's something," I said.

I took a sip of my wine and my eyes settled on Trent over the glass as a thought came to me. I smirked.

"You didn't masturbate the entire trip?"

He choked mid-drink and reached for his napkin. He dabbed wine from his chin. I held my gaze.

"A lot of reasons," he said. "The long days. The thought of porn didn't do it for me. And," he paused, "...I was missing you. I decided to wait."

My jaw dropped.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"Sounds like you could use some pictures too," I said.

He held his glass and swirled the red wine. Then he took a sip.

"I think you're right."

---

"Like this," I said.

I was lying flat in my back as I shifted my hips. His clean, white sheets were soft against my back. He was kneeling between my thighs. I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. I pulled him closer so his balls rested against my pussy. His thick cock made my body seem small as he laid it along me, the tip reaching up to my belly button. I caressed the side of it, making sure my wedding ring was visible.

Then I handed him my phone.

"Take the picture from your perspective," I said. "I saw something like it on Pinterest."

He held the phone up and took the picture.

"I want this one for myself," he said. I laughed.

"You can have it too."

"What else should we shoot?" he said.

"What would you like to have?"

"A video of the moment it slides in," he said, "from your perspective."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Sure, why not?"

He got up onto the floor, onto his feet. He walked around the bed, his stiff cock swaying side to side as he opened his bedside table. I crawled across the bed to meet him.

"Wait," I said.

He stopped, hand still on the drawer.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"Getting a condom."

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Didn't you tell me what?" he said.

"I got an IUD while you were gone. You don't need to wear those anymore."

His eyes dilated.

"I don't want you to wear those," I said, and then paused, "anymore."

"Oh," he said.

Then he smiled.

I still had my phone, so I opened the camera and started recording. I leaned back on his pillows and with one hand, pulled him to me. I watched through the screen as his tip started to glisten from my wetness. Then I gripped his hip and pulled him closer. I gasped at the fullness. The stretching. It had been weeks.

"Go slow. Let me get used to you."

"How do I feel?" he said.

"Fucking huge," I hissed.

"Is it better without the condom?"

"So much better."

Then the realization came. I scowled up at him as I realized what he was doing. Egging me on for the video. He wore a smug grin and I rolled my eyes.

I let my eyes roll down his body. Later, I'd have to tell him my dumb joke about what he wore despite being naked.

I took the phone with both hands to steady it as he inched further. His hips rocked slowly, softly, in and out. With every inward roll, he gave me more. The camera got it all: the reflection on his cock as I slicked it, the way he stretched my pussy lips paper thin with his width, the way my belly trembled as I kept taking more.

And then he stopped. I'd taken all I could, and he'd felt it. The camera caught just how much of him remained and in that moment, I thought how much Timothy would like this video too.

He wouldn't have to wonder what my time with Trent was like.

He'd know.

I pushed the thought away and focused on Trent and what he was doing to me. I tossed the phone aside and gripped his arms.

I watched his cock slide back out of me, then in. He stopped just where he needed to and now that he had my body memorized, he fucked me agonizingly slow. I was so tight around him that I felt everything. I felt the vein that bulges from the middle of him to almost the tip. The part where he thickens more, and rounded ridge underneath.

He ran his hand along my cheek, steering my face to meet his. I took his thumb into my mouth and didn't break eye contact as I sucked. His hips stopped.

"Are you okay?"

"That feels so good."

"Good to know," I said.

I lowered my hand to my pussy so I could touch my clit and splayed my fingers on either side of his warm cock. It was soaked from me. The thought of doing that to him made my thighs tighten. I squeezed my body and he groaned.

"Stop. That's too-" he said. I did it again as he plunged deep inside me. "That's too much."

"Good," I said, laughing.

"God, I love this," he said.

Love.

"Me too," I said.

"Did you see that?" he said.

"What?"

He took my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, and then with the other, he curled it behind my head and softly guided it so I had to watch his cock.

"Look at your belly."

Then he rocked his hips forward, filling me with his shaft.

"There!"

He pulled back some then thrust forward again and I swore I saw it in my skin, the outline of him inside my belly.

"See it?"

"How is that even possible?"

"Dunno. But it's-"

"So fucking hot," I said. "Keep doing that."

My eyes flitted between my belly and my stretched pussy as he pounded me into the mattress. With every thrust, my breasts jiggled and my thighs trembled. Pressure built within me. I knew we both felt it, felt my pussy clenching onto him.

"Come for me," he said.

I didn't need permission. But it was so what I wanted to hear.

"Yes? I can?"

"Yes. I want to watch you while you come."

I felt myself smile.

He let go of my wrists and pressed my shoulders into the mattress, putting his weight into it, and lifting up above me. He drove down into me, and I shifted to meet him. I felt his tip against my cervix and again. And again. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, everything about me was tied in a knot.

And then the relief came. Like a flood. Again, I soaked his cock. Again, I squirted his abs.

I was gasping for breath. Trying to cling to his back with my arms. But I was pinned to the bed. I wanted to bring myself to him.

And then, he came to me. He lay beside me, and stroked my hair as I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

"What about you?" I said, sleepily.

"Later. There's time. Enjoy the moment."

---

I woke up at midnight. Trent was still beside me, and quietly asleep. I reached for my phone and checked the time. Then I saw a message from Timothy around nine. He was exhausted and going to bed. He loved me. Goodnight.

I savored that thought. Timothy, my

Love.

I looked through the photos Trent and I had taken a few hours earlier. My gut was right. The one for Timothy was the one I said would be. It was clearly what he needed to know. The sizes of our bodies. The smallness of my pussy as his cock dwarfed it. Covered me to my belly.

I sent it to him.

He wouldn't need the measuring tape anymore. He would have a photo to remember it by.

I tried to read some of the latest book in a romantasy series I was hooked on. But my eyes were closing so I locked my phone and fell asleep.

---

I woke up to the sound of running water from another room. Groggy, I reached for my phone on the nightstand.

The screen lit up. A reply from Timothy, sent a minute after my text to him.

🔥🔥🔥💦

I laughed, quiet and to myself, and set the phone back down.

I sat up and looked around for something to wear. My dress from last night was draped over a chair. I passed on it and found one of Trent's shirts instead, the one he'd worn to dinner, slung over the desk chair. I pulled on clean panties and the shirt. It hung comfortably and smelled like him. I chose wisely, I thought as I walked out toward the kitchen.

Trent stood at the stove in grey sweatpants, a towel over one shoulder, moving between three pans. The counter was covered--eggs, bacon, a bowl of fruit already cut, a stack of pancakes keeping warm under a plate.

"I didn't know what you liked," he said, without turning around, "so I made everything."

"You had all this in your fridge?"

"Went shopping yesterday. After you said yes to the weekend."

I climbed onto a stool at the counter and watched him work. He moved easily, comfortable in his own kitchen. I love a man who can cook.

"You didn't have to do all this."

"I wanted to." He glanced over, taking in the shirt. "That looks better on you than it does on me."

"That's not a very high bar."

He laughed and slid a plate of pancakes across the counter to me. He dropped a mug of coffee beside it and then sat with me.

"Thanks for making me breakfast," I said.

"I would have made sausage too, but I think you had enough last night."

"Tell me about it, but actually," I said, "I'm not as sore as last time."

"No?"

"I've been practicing, with a toy. Something more...your size." He bit a strawberry and stared at me as he chewed. "I think it helped."

"Huh. I'm glad you're not sore today."

"I said, 'Not as sore as last time.'"

"So, no more sex today?"

"Oh, we're having sex. We are having a lot more sex. I didn't get an IUD for nothing."

His smile softened. He looked as though he was about to say something. Then he sipped his coffee.

"Trent?"

"I think I'm in love with you," he said.

I said nothing for a solid minute. I ate another piece of bacon and thought, because that's what Dana does when Dana needs to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

"You're not. I promise. It's all the sex. This is just a euphoric quasi-honeymoon phase. Besides, you haven't seen me in my period yet."

"But you can sense it right? The way I feel about you. You have to know it's not just sex."

"I know," I said. "You're right. And I might even feel the way you do. It's more than sex. But we both knew what the limits were here. I'm happy at home."

"And I was trying to bounce back from a bad marriage."

"Was?"

"I might changing my status from not not looking for a relationship to looking."

"Oh," I said.

"I haven't found anyone. But being with you has made me realize what a relationship could be. You're a hell of a woman. It's cliche of me to say this, but your husband is a very lucky man. I think it's time for me to play the tables again."

"I'm lost."

"Gamble...try my luck."

"It's not luck, Trent," I said. I closed my eyes to hide tears and in doing so, one leaked and rolled down my cheek. I felt his hand wipe it from me. I opened my blurry eyes and looked at him. "You be you, and you'll find that woman. Someone more in your league. I've been trying to act the part but," I stopped. "I'm just a mom. Just a chauffeur. A cook. A project manager. A -"

Trent wrapped his arms around me as I shook. I couldn't stop my tears. I didn't want to lose him.

"Can we have more time?"

"There's time. You're here all weekend."

I sniffled as I looked up at him. He kissed my forehead.

"That's not what I meant-"

"I know."

"I have an idea," I said. "I tie you to that bed and make you my slave. And...I sound incredibly selfish."

"You just want something good for yourself," he said, and he was completely right.

I sobbed.

Trent held me.

---

After the shock of our morning, I asked him to cuddle me on his sofa. I did a lot of staring. Some more crying. Then I was numb for an hour or so. I don't know the stages of grief but that's probably half of them. I was done with the negative.

I felt the warmth of his arm around me, his hand against my belly. I thought of the IUD and how it wasn't doing me any good so far this weekend.

I didn't want words anymore. I wanted to feel something simple. I wanted Trent.

"We are here now," I said.

"We are," he whispered lazily in my ear.

I pushed my butt against him and wiggled my hips. He let out a curious sound. I guided his hand beneath my panties and let him use his fingers to find me.

When he did, I purred. Yup, that was what I wanted.

I slipped my hand between us and I felt my way into his pants, fondling his soft dick, savoring the way it expanded in my grip. Then I pulled my panties to the side and guided him to me.