Authors Note: Parts of this story are completely true, others are based on a fantasy that the author has had for a while now, and hopes to make come true some day. This is just a first draft. If you find any egregious spelling or grammatical errors, please do post so I may correct them before posting the final version. Any ideas to incorporate will also be welcome.
It was pitch dark, and I lay in bed on my side, my darling husband cuddling me from behind. He had fallen asleep sometime earlier, but still had his arm around me resting on my stomach. I felt a surge of unshakable love for him and smiled at my good fortune. Truly I had been blessed with the most perfect life and husband I could have ever hoped for.
In that soft, hazy period between awake and asleep when coherent thoughts are impossible my mind drifted back and forth. A little over four years ago, I had given in and shared a bed with another man. My first man, other than my husband of course. It had been a long road getting there, but surprisingly the act itself was not difficult for me to do. Knowing that I had my husband’s full support made it all quite easy really, the only thing holding me back, my own reluctance and modesty. But perhaps most of all, my fear of what might happen if I actually enjoyed it. And enjoy it I did, in every imaginable way. Well it seemed like a lifetime ago as I lay there in bed, that night. But at other times it seemed only like yesterday. Such are the vagaries of the tricks that memories play on us.
The first night with hubby dearest after his successful cuckolding happened 4 days later, when he returned from a business trip. After a romantic supper, we lay in bed talking as I recounted my experience to him. My hand on is rock hard throbbing cock. He loved everything I told him, and I tried to oblige as much as possible by being as explicit as I possibly could.
“And boy was he big! Fully soft he was longer and thicker than you are right now sweetie.” I snickered as the delicious naughty thought occurred to me.
I felt my husband’s smallish (not tiny, but on the small side for sure) cock twitch and throb in my palm.
“You get a real kick out of this sort of thing, don’t you sweetie?” I asked
“Yes,” he whispered back.
“Well now that you have me doing what you wished and wanted, I just want to be sure you understand that I have no idea where this might lead. Just remember your promise, that I will do things my way in this matter, not yours.” I said in all seriousness, meaning every word. My greatest worry being that he would try and get me to things that he wanted, not those that I did.
“Of course, darling,” he replied, “I would not have it any other way. It’s all about you!”
“Good! Tariq,” I said. “But just remember the saying, be careful what you wish for, you might get it, my darling tiny cocked husband.”
We talked a little more, made love (which strangely I found a lot more intense and satisfying that I had ever before with him), and drifted off to sleep.
My mind was brought back to the present, as my husband turned over. The movement snapped me awake for a bit, and I thought a little more about all the wonderful things that had happened to me over the past 4 years, before I finally feel into deep contended sleep.
The fact that my husband is a self-employed management consultant, who travels a lot on business (particularly internationally), gave me lots of free time to play while he was gone, and I took every advantage of my freedom. Over the past 4 years I have gone kind of wild, sleeping with pretty much anyone who caught my eye. Well-hung, muscular, athletic guys were not too difficult to come by. Specially since I made it clear to them that I was not looking for a relationship, just pure animalistic sex, the rougher the better. And my husband loved hearing the details of my sex life, every bit as much as I enjoyed living it and sharing with him.
And then about year ago, Ben entered my life. I first spotted him at my gym. His raw good looks, dark chocolate brown skin, muscular physique caught my eye immediately. I guessed he must be 6’4”, a whole foot taller than me and outweighed me by at least 100 lbs. His physical fitness was visible to all around. But I found him irresistible, and tried everything to get close to him.
He did notice me now and then and returned my smiles, but always in a very nonchalant manner that indicated neither interest, not lack thereof. I was sure that I was giving him my most alluring, I-am-interested smile. He just did not seem interested. Never have experienced something like this before, I rationalized by thinking that maybe he was in a relationship, or perhaps my wedding band made him think I was off-limits, but that had not stopped guys hitting on me.
Finally, a few weeks later, after working out I walked over the Barnes and Noble across the street from the gym, bought a couple of books and was enjoying a cold frap when I spotted Ben looking over at me from the counter. I took a deep breath and smiled and motioned for him to join me .
Picking up his coffee, he walked over in a casual, confident manner that took my breath away. Everything about Ben made me want him even more.
“Hi, there.” I said, trying to sound casual by keeping the nervousness out of my voice. Why was it, that around him I felt like I was a high-school girl, and not a sexually confident and experienced woman?
“Hey, mind if I join you?” He asked, and I a nodded back at him.
Ben took the chair across from me, and we talked. Actually we had a good time just talking. I learnt a lot about him. Apparently he played linebacker for Rice University in Houston, and after getting his bachelor’s degree, had attended UT-Austin for a Master’s degree that he had recently completed. He was on his way to join a prestigious national research laboratory in Chicago in a few months on a fellowship; had moved to Dallas to be near his mom, and while waiting to move onto Chicago had decided to take a job as a personal trainer, to earn some “spending money” as he called it.
What amazed me most about him, was not his amazing good looks, or that he had a brain (he could easily hold his own in any mental competition with my husband, who had 3 degrees from MIT!), that matched his looks (you would think a guy who graduated from Rice summa cum laude in engineering, and later in the top 2% of his masters – also in engineering -- class at UT, would be a geek!), rather it was his way of projecting his personal power. Like a guy who knew he was superior in every way, yet did not need to flaunt it. It just came to him easily and without effort; a natural leader, born to have people attracted to him, who would want to be with him. Even sitting there just chatting and drinking coffee, I could sense his confidence and power overcome me. I found myself deferring to him, and letting him lead the conversation, something I think again came to him naturally.
The hour of so we spent together was hardly sexual in any sense of the word. It was just two acquaintances becoming friends. And soon he rose to head back to the gym as his next client was due soon.
“It’s been real pleasure meeting you Aisha.” Ben said standing.
“Same here Ben.” I replied, meaning it.
“Maybe we’ll have coffee together again soon.” Ben laughed.
“I certainly hope so,” said I, with just a little more enthusiasm than I would have liked, which made Ben laugh even more.
I looked at him as he walked away.
Suddenly he turned around and walked back.
“Hey Aisha, I am having a little get together at my place Friday night, would you like to come?”
“Sure Ben, I’d love to.” I replied in a controlled manner, thrilled to be invited.
“Great I’ll see you there, say around 9 pm.” Ben said giving me his address.
Friday was 2 days away and it could not get to me fast enough.
On Friday evening, I must have selected and tried a dozen different clothing combinations before finally settling on a fitted, mid-thigh length, black silk tube dress, with a pair of matching pumps. I felt that while it was no doubt a sexy dress, it was not too revealing.
It was pitch dark, and I lay in bed on my side, my darling husband cuddling me from behind. He had fallen asleep sometime earlier, but still had his arm around me resting on my stomach. I felt a surge of unshakable love for him and smiled at my good fortune. Truly I had been blessed with the most perfect life and husband I could have ever hoped for.
In that soft, hazy period between awake and asleep when coherent thoughts are impossible my mind drifted back and forth. A little over four years ago, I had given in and shared a bed with another man. My first man, other than my husband of course. It had been a long road getting there, but surprisingly the act itself was not difficult for me to do. Knowing that I had my husband’s full support made it all quite easy really, the only thing holding me back, my own reluctance and modesty. But perhaps most of all, my fear of what might happen if I actually enjoyed it. And enjoy it I did, in every imaginable way. Well it seemed like a lifetime ago as I lay there in bed, that night. But at other times it seemed only like yesterday. Such are the vagaries of the tricks that memories play on us.
The first night with hubby dearest after his successful cuckolding happened 4 days later, when he returned from a business trip. After a romantic supper, we lay in bed talking as I recounted my experience to him. My hand on is rock hard throbbing cock. He loved everything I told him, and I tried to oblige as much as possible by being as explicit as I possibly could.
“And boy was he big! Fully soft he was longer and thicker than you are right now sweetie.” I snickered as the delicious naughty thought occurred to me.
I felt my husband’s smallish (not tiny, but on the small side for sure) cock twitch and throb in my palm.
“You get a real kick out of this sort of thing, don’t you sweetie?” I asked
“Yes,” he whispered back.
“Well now that you have me doing what you wished and wanted, I just want to be sure you understand that I have no idea where this might lead. Just remember your promise, that I will do things my way in this matter, not yours.” I said in all seriousness, meaning every word. My greatest worry being that he would try and get me to things that he wanted, not those that I did.
“Of course, darling,” he replied, “I would not have it any other way. It’s all about you!”
“Good! Tariq,” I said. “But just remember the saying, be careful what you wish for, you might get it, my darling tiny cocked husband.”
We talked a little more, made love (which strangely I found a lot more intense and satisfying that I had ever before with him), and drifted off to sleep.
My mind was brought back to the present, as my husband turned over. The movement snapped me awake for a bit, and I thought a little more about all the wonderful things that had happened to me over the past 4 years, before I finally feel into deep contended sleep.
The fact that my husband is a self-employed management consultant, who travels a lot on business (particularly internationally), gave me lots of free time to play while he was gone, and I took every advantage of my freedom. Over the past 4 years I have gone kind of wild, sleeping with pretty much anyone who caught my eye. Well-hung, muscular, athletic guys were not too difficult to come by. Specially since I made it clear to them that I was not looking for a relationship, just pure animalistic sex, the rougher the better. And my husband loved hearing the details of my sex life, every bit as much as I enjoyed living it and sharing with him.
And then about year ago, Ben entered my life. I first spotted him at my gym. His raw good looks, dark chocolate brown skin, muscular physique caught my eye immediately. I guessed he must be 6’4”, a whole foot taller than me and outweighed me by at least 100 lbs. His physical fitness was visible to all around. But I found him irresistible, and tried everything to get close to him.
He did notice me now and then and returned my smiles, but always in a very nonchalant manner that indicated neither interest, not lack thereof. I was sure that I was giving him my most alluring, I-am-interested smile. He just did not seem interested. Never have experienced something like this before, I rationalized by thinking that maybe he was in a relationship, or perhaps my wedding band made him think I was off-limits, but that had not stopped guys hitting on me.
Finally, a few weeks later, after working out I walked over the Barnes and Noble across the street from the gym, bought a couple of books and was enjoying a cold frap when I spotted Ben looking over at me from the counter. I took a deep breath and smiled and motioned for him to join me .
Picking up his coffee, he walked over in a casual, confident manner that took my breath away. Everything about Ben made me want him even more.
“Hi, there.” I said, trying to sound casual by keeping the nervousness out of my voice. Why was it, that around him I felt like I was a high-school girl, and not a sexually confident and experienced woman?
“Hey, mind if I join you?” He asked, and I a nodded back at him.
Ben took the chair across from me, and we talked. Actually we had a good time just talking. I learnt a lot about him. Apparently he played linebacker for Rice University in Houston, and after getting his bachelor’s degree, had attended UT-Austin for a Master’s degree that he had recently completed. He was on his way to join a prestigious national research laboratory in Chicago in a few months on a fellowship; had moved to Dallas to be near his mom, and while waiting to move onto Chicago had decided to take a job as a personal trainer, to earn some “spending money” as he called it.
What amazed me most about him, was not his amazing good looks, or that he had a brain (he could easily hold his own in any mental competition with my husband, who had 3 degrees from MIT!), that matched his looks (you would think a guy who graduated from Rice summa cum laude in engineering, and later in the top 2% of his masters – also in engineering -- class at UT, would be a geek!), rather it was his way of projecting his personal power. Like a guy who knew he was superior in every way, yet did not need to flaunt it. It just came to him easily and without effort; a natural leader, born to have people attracted to him, who would want to be with him. Even sitting there just chatting and drinking coffee, I could sense his confidence and power overcome me. I found myself deferring to him, and letting him lead the conversation, something I think again came to him naturally.
The hour of so we spent together was hardly sexual in any sense of the word. It was just two acquaintances becoming friends. And soon he rose to head back to the gym as his next client was due soon.
“It’s been real pleasure meeting you Aisha.” Ben said standing.
“Same here Ben.” I replied, meaning it.
“Maybe we’ll have coffee together again soon.” Ben laughed.
“I certainly hope so,” said I, with just a little more enthusiasm than I would have liked, which made Ben laugh even more.
I looked at him as he walked away.
Suddenly he turned around and walked back.
“Hey Aisha, I am having a little get together at my place Friday night, would you like to come?”
“Sure Ben, I’d love to.” I replied in a controlled manner, thrilled to be invited.
“Great I’ll see you there, say around 9 pm.” Ben said giving me his address.
Friday was 2 days away and it could not get to me fast enough.
On Friday evening, I must have selected and tried a dozen different clothing combinations before finally settling on a fitted, mid-thigh length, black silk tube dress, with a pair of matching pumps. I felt that while it was no doubt a sexy dress, it was not too revealing.