Somebody Else's Husband

This one is for you bigskycounty! Reader Request

They went to high school together and graduated in the same class, but didn't really know each other, maybe had never even spoken. They had played pick up volleyball together. Well, not together, but at the same place, on the same courts. She had even had a crush on Will, the tall, lanky 18-year-old.

She isn't sure what possessed her to send him a Facebook message asking him if he still played volleyball, but she did, and he responded.

And so it began...

They messaged each other feverishly, looking for fantasy, looking for an escape from their respective marriages. She would learn more about his languishing marriage later, but she knew all too well of the disconnection in her own marriage, she knew that her husband really didn't pay much attention to her or what she did. She and her husband still had sex regularly and it was good, if formulaic, but she didn't feel much other connection to him. He knew how to make her cum and they went with the same stale routine each time, no one had the inclination or creativity to spice things up.

There was the one time that they had tried anal sex. No lube, no experience, no pleasure, only pain and an abrupt stop to that endeavor.

The messaging between her and Will would keep her up late at night and it renewed a spark that she had thought was gone. Will would send her photos of himself and ask if his chest was too hairy. It was, but she didn't say so. He was more than clearly interested in fucking her, but how would he know, when it had been over 25 years since they had seen each other?

It took time, but eventually he asked her to come to his house. His wife was away.

So, here she is, driving to his address punched into Waze. She is jittery with nerves and wondering what the fuck she is doing and why. Her marriage isn't really that bad, is it? Does she even want to have sex with this hairy man? Should she turn around and just go home?

Before she knows it though, she is pulling into his driveway. He is there at the garage directing her on where to park, guiding her to park almost touching the garage which is a bit odd. She will find out later that it has to do with their security cameras.

He takes her into the house and gives a little tour. It is a large house, a McMansion, and it is pristine. There is country music playing in the background. She loves country music, but this makes her panic because most county-music-listeners are Republicans or worse, and she is liberal to her very core. She asks him and she has indeed hit the nail on the proverbial head.

He walks her over towards the stairs and that is when he first reaches for her. He is hesitant, but is going for it and quickly pulls her in to kiss her. His lips meet hers for the first time, his sparse beard is softer than her husband's bristly one. His lips are softer. He is softer, perhaps because he is testing the waters hoping that she will dive in with him.

He takes her by the hand to lead her upstairs, she is at least wading in to this unfamiliar territory. He takes her to a rather small room that is clearly not the master bedroom and tells her that this is where he sleeps. Ever since his wife's hysterectomy, sex became something that was no longer part of their equation. The room is sad, a bland guestroom with generic wall hangings and furniture.

He pulls her shirt up and over her head. The purple, v-neck shirt that she will forever consider his after this day. She drops the rest of her clothing onto the floor and tugs on his for him to do the same.

He is sweet, not svelte. He is attentive, not pushy. He is eager, but not rushing.

He claims to be free of any diseases and has even had a vasectomy, so all systems are a go and the next thing she knows, they are fucking on the squeaky bed, finally giving it some action. Her legs are hanging off the bed as his dick moves in and out of her pussy. It feels good, but strange. It is especially strange when she opens her eyes to see that this virtual stranger is the one whose cock is pushing into her wetness. She closes her eyes again to get back into her zone, feeling the tip of his hardness entering again. The fucking continues longer than expected and she knows that she is unlikely to cum on her own. Fortunately, she has brought her vibrator for backup. So, she reaches for it, turns it on, and rests it on her clit as he continues to fuck her. That is all she needs. Her breathing tells him that, her moans tell him that, her body tells him that, and then ultimately her cries tell him that she is cumming all over his dick inside of her. Spasming as he continues to slowly fuck her. She doesn't know it, but his eyes are wide open watching her as she climaxes hard on his cock. As her quaking calms, she knows that something is wrong. He has not cum.

He pulls out a bit sheepishly, he is embarrassed and his dick is going soft. He has realized that he is more nervous about this encounter than he had expected. Perhaps guilt has taken control of his dick, and that guilt will not allow for his pleasure in this moment.

She is not one to be deterred, she wants them both to be satisfied.

She pushes him back on the bed and settles in between his legs, dragging her tongue along his dick, taking the time to bring it back to life. After a few minutes, she feels it stiffening and breathes an internal sigh of relief. She knows that she can take care of him from here.

She takes her time, juggling his balls in her mouth, licking up his shaft, taking all of him into her mouth, deep in her throat. She is sucking and stroking, her hand following her lips up and down as she blows him and strokes him together with a firm hand. Her tongue swirls circles around the tip of his dick and her other hand rubs his balls.

He is making all the right noises now and she knows that she has him by the balls, both literally and figuratively. His moans sound desperate and she hopes that he isn't going to cry. Then he gets louder.

"Oh my fucking god," he grumbles, "what you do to me."

She ratchets it up another notch, knowing full well that the time is near.

She feels the warmth as the ropes of cum hit the roof of her mouth and he gasps and gets very still.

She swallows and slurps her way up and off of his cock, still temporarily hard for the moment. She crawls her way up his body and gives him a soft kiss.

He seems stunned, almost surprised that he actually came through all of the guilt and nervousness.

"That was fucking unbelievable," he sighs.

"Doesn't your wife blow you?" she asks, assuming that just because they don't have sex, doesn't mean everything would be off the table.

"She doesn't have that particular skill set," he says matter-of-factly.

She is not sure what to say, so she says nothing.

They snuggle up in the guest bed...their first encounter is now a matter of history.