My Husband Had This Idea

After the weekend with Trent, I went back home. I shared more pictures with Timothy and it drove him wild. Timothy and I had sex for days.

Slowly, as the shock wore off, I decided on a new rule if I ever did this again -- no more than one encounter with the same man. I'd let Trent in too far. I'd fallen in love with his easiness. The way he fucked me. His body while he fucked me. I couldn't throw away my marriage for hot sex. If my experience of life so far was true, even hot sex mellows out.

Timothy urged me to get back on the horse until I told him he sounded like my dad when I was younger.

"This isn't like falling off a bike," I said.

"It's exactly like that."

"I don't need pressure. I need reassurance."

His eyes glistened. I don't think he'd realized until that moment that I was still tender from it.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I need you. Here. With me."

When we made love that night, it was better than anything I'd had with Trent. Timothy knew me. He held me. He led me. When I cried, he dried my tears.

It wasn't the fireworks that Trent had given me. It was the simmer of a delicious soup on a cold winter day. No one needs fireworks. Everyone needs warmth.

That cold eventually passed. I noticed one morning that I wasn't thinking about Trent anymore. So I opened the app.

Timothy didn't push. He let it be. He still treasured the pictures and the video of me with Trent but he didn't tell me about it. He knew it was raw. He knew I was still sore.

Part of me was saying I didn't need the app. I had Timothy and he was enough. And it was true, he was.

But we both knew we wanted this too.

I set my filters and sought only one thing -- men seeking one night stands.

When I told Timothy I was ready, he asked that question again.

"Can I be there this time?"

"Why?"

"To share the moment with you."

"It's not what you think it is. It's intense."

"I can handle it. I saw your video with Trent."

"I'm not saying no. Let me think about it. Okay?"

"Okay," he said, and then he kissed my forehead.

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Timothy helped me into my corset, lifting my feet off the hotel carpet as he cinched it tight. His cock twitched against my butt as we struggled my body into the black leather.

He sat back and stroked himself as I stepped into my panties, slid up my jeans. Pre-cum dribbled from him as he stopped short, his cock bobbing up and down without his hand. I bent over and ran my tongue up his tip and pressed against his opening. He leaked slowly, his ruined orgasm slowly deflating his erection.

"Learn your lesson?" I said.

He shook his head.

"Didn't think so."

I brushed my teeth and checked my hair before we went out. Timothy slid the Do Not Disturb tag onto the door and we went to dinner.

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I walked with my arm in Max's. The hallway carpet was soft on my feet. I glanced back and Timothy smiled at me, my heels dangling from his fingers. He swiped our card and the door unlocked.

I walked alone to the windows and opened the curtain to the balcony. Outside the city grew dark. Lights flickered on across the expanse and softly lit our darkened room.

I looked at both men. Max adjusted his watch. Timothy spun his wedding ring. He was so cute.

So nervous.

I stripped both of them, a piece at a time, noticing them both straining against their boxers. Knowing that I turned on two men was a turn-on. I felt myself soak through my panties. I took their hands, slipping them into my unbuttoned jeans and let them feel my wetness.

Max groaned. Timothy made no sound at all. Just closed his eyes.

I let them both find their way along my body. Max explored while Timothy knew exactly where to go.

Then I stepped back and pushed my jeans down. I knelt between them and took Max out first. Timothy was watching and I wanted him to watch. I wanted to give him what he came for.

I ran my lips along Max's cock as I looked over at Timothy, still in his boxers. His wedding ring caught the light from outside. He was watching the way I knew he would. Jaw tight. Completely still. His thumb grazed over his boxers, against the shape of him.

I reached out my hand toward him without breaking eye contact.

He crossed the room and lost the boxers. His cock was in his hand, and then I took it. I took both of their cocks in my hands and looked up between them. Their eyes were on mine. Neither of them looked away as I stroked them. Each grew harder still.

"Who wants it first?" I said.

Max wasted no time. He made for my hips, throwing me onto the bed. He undressed me, except for the corset. Then his hands took my hips. Timothy sat beside me and I settled my cheek against my husband's thigh. Timothy ran his fingers through my hair, not directing, just caressing.

Max pressed his tip against me and I exhaled slowly.

"Okay?" he said.

"Yes," I said. "Go slow."

He did. I closed my eyes as he worked himself in, inch by inch, letting my body adjust. Different from Trent. Different from Timothy.

When he found his rhythm I opened my eyes and looked up at Timothy.

He was looking down at me.

I took him in my mouth slowly, watching his face as I did. His jaw loosened. His hand tightened in my hair, wrapping the length of it in his grasp. When Max bottomed out, he held himself there for a moment. I nodded up at him, with Timothy's cock in my mouth.

Max fucked me hard and slow. Every shift in our bodies echoed through me. When Max slammed, it moved through me and into Timothy, rippling through me and spreading into my mouth, the sounds I made around Timothy.

I pulled back and rested my cheek against him again, catching my breath. Max's eyes were focused on where he disappeared into me, where he stretched me.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Guiding him on the angle I wanted.

"Like that," I said.

He listened.

I turned back to Timothy. His cock was wet from my mouth, resting against his stomach. I ran my tongue along him slowly before taking him in again.

"Dana," he said. Barely a word. Just my name as I found him full and pulsing.

Max pushed deeper at exactly the wrong moment and I gasped around Timothy, my fingers gripping his thigh, dropping Timothy's cock from my mouth.

"Not so far," I said.

"Did I hurt you?" Max said.

"Only a little. I'm ok."

Max slowed behind me without being asked. We stopped moving entirely for a moment.

I looked up at my husband. He cupped my cheek.

There it is, I thought. That's why he's here.

I pushed Max's hips back, and he popped out, with an obscenely hot sound. I felt the ache, the empty.

I wanted to cum first.

I climbed onto Timothy and took him in. With Max I felt full. With Timothy I felt everything. I could press my clit against him. With Max, I couldn't get far enough.

When it came I wasn't ready for it, even though I'd been chasing it. My thighs locked around Timothy and I stopped riding. I just pressed down hard and held him there as the wave hit me. My forehead fell against Max's thigh and I gripped whatever I could find -- Max's butt, Timothy's knee -- and just held on.

Timothy felt it. I know because he grabbed my hips and held me still as I used him. That was the thing about Timothy. He always knew when to stop and let me have it.

The second wave came, smaller but deeper. I shuddered through it and Timothy finally moved. With slow rolls of his hips, he led me from mid-orgasm to my breathless collapse.

I rolled to the bed and breathed through it all as aftershocks danced through me. I looked from man to man, and laughed.

"What's funny?" Timothy asked. "Was that good?"

"So good," I said.

I nodded to Max. The sign we had all agreed to. He took me by the hips. I gasped as he pushed deep from behind, yelped when he ran out of room.

I let him use me to get off. It was only fair. I tried clenching around him to make him cum faster. But he stretched me too far. My muscles weren't reacting. I only felt him throb inside as he found his rhythm. When Max came, he pulled out, and his cum poured down my leg.

He dressed while I sucked Timothy off, and was gone before I swallowed every drop from my husband.

We lay on the bed for a long time. Above us, the moon rose and we watched it swing across the sky. I leaned my head on Timothy's shoulder. He slid his hand between my thighs. He didn't speak. Neither did I.