Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

My wife Jennifer and I have been married for nearly 15 years. We have what I consider a perfect marriage. That’s not to say we never have disagreements or get crabby with each other. We do, but it’s generally short-lived and due to fatigue on one of our parts. Although we don’t have all the same interests, we have the same core values, and I firmly believe that’s what determines a couple’s compatibility.

I would describe our sex life as very good and I hope Jennifer would do the same. Although I wouldn’t call us kinky by any means, we have our fair share of variety in the bedroom. When I say we’re not kinky, we’re not into bondage, S&M, partner swapping or anything like that, but we’re not afraid to experiment with different ways to pleasure each other.

We occasionally share sexual fantasies … okay, I occasionally share fantasies that involve other people in our sex lives, but I also realize that it’s just a fantasy — one that excites me in thought, but probably wouldn’t work out so well in reality. Jennifer and I have been completely faithful to each other throughout our marriage. In fact, Jennifer has never had sex with another man.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Perhaps that has fueled my fantasy. Jennifer is very talented in bed, but no other man has been so lucky to experience her magic hands, her talented tongue, or her… well, you get the picture. I get turned on by the thought of her sexually satisfying another man. I’ve shared this thought with Jennifer, but she believes that if we ever went through with this fantasy, we would regret it. I’ve thought it through and decided I’m not secure enough to let another man have sexual intercourse with my wife.

However, in recent months I’ve been thinking about this more frequently and it has been arousing me. I’ve firmly convinced myself that although I couldn’t handle my beautiful wife having intercourse with another man, I could handle her getting another man off in other ways or a guy pleasuring her. I’ve brought it up to her and I can tell that she does not take me too seriously, but I can also tell the thought is not entirely objectionable to her either. So I thought it through more thoroughly and outlined for Jennifer how we could give this a try and minimize any risk to her safety or our marriage. She of course dismissed the idea the first couple of times, but I could tell she was intrigued.

When my birthday came a couple of months later, she took me out for a nice romantic dinner. We shared some great conversation and some good laughs. When we got back home and tucked ourselves into bed, she pushed me onto my back and started kissing my chest and working her wet sensuous kisses down my stomach, making me tremble with anticipation of how far down she would continue.

Within seconds, my dick was rock hard and ready to burst out of my underwear. When Jennifer’s mouth reached my underwear, she gently slid her tongue underneath the band and along the head of my penis. I let out a soft moan. I knew I was about ready to be treated to a wonderful birthday present.

Although Jennifer is very willing to pleasure me with her mouth, only on special occasions does it culminate with me cumming in her mouth. The reason is simple. A hard cock in Jennifer’s mouth, or in her hands for that matter, makes her uncontrollably horny and she feels compelled to stop sucking it because she wants it in her wet pussy.

Since I had just returned from a seven day business trip to Germany, I was extra aroused. Jennifer slipped off my underwear and lightly ran her fingers over my balls. With her other hand, she grabbed my throbbing cock and stroked it. She then asked me how I would feel if she was doing this to another man. This got me even more aroused, but I figured she was teasing me to turn me on.

Then she surprised me. For my birthday present she agreed that she’d give my plan a try next week, but just once — with no intercourse involved. She then kneeled on the bed between my legs, lowered her head down over my rock hard dick, which she was holding in an upright position with her right hand as she stroked my balls with her left hand.

As she wrapped her thin and sensuous lips around the head of my penis, I thought it was going to burst at the seams. She then began to slowly slide her lips up and down my shaft allowing my penis deeper and deeper into her mouth with each thrust. After seven days without any sexual release, this was more than I could handle.

My first shot of cum surprised Jennifer as it shot with force into the back of her throat. The second and third shots were just as big as Jennifer picked up the pace of her head movement and buried my cock deeper in her throat. My massive load was too much for her tiny mouth, but that didn’t stop her.

As she continued to vigorously suck my dick, my semen flowed out of the corners of her mouth, down my pulsating shaft and over my balls. The feeling of my own warm cum running down my private parts, enhanced the pleasure of my last couple of explosions.

As my long and violent orgasm subsided, Jennifer slowly discontinued her head movements, but kept my cock in her mouth until my erection slowly began to subside. She then crawled up on my stomach, kissed me, and said, “Happy Birthday”. I’m embarrassed to say that I was so exhausted by the “special treatment” and my long trip, that I was unable to return the favor that night. I fell asleep.

The next day we awoke and began to plot out our fantasy for the following weekend. We didn’t get too far with the planning before we were both aroused enough that we had to pause for a passionate session of love making. But we eventually ironed out the fantasies and began to make plans.

We made hotel reservations for Thursday night in an upscale hotel in Philadelphia. The plans were to have her seduce a man in the hotel bar — a man traveling on business from out of town — a stranger who we’d never have to see again, and would not present any safety risk to Jennifer.

As an extra insurance policy on Jennifer’s safety, we devised a plan where she would discreetly call me when she got to the man’s hotel room and establish a live phone link. This would allow me to hear her if she called for help, and provide the extra thrill of letting me listen to whatever was going on.

We checked into the hotel early in the evening and Jennifer began to doll up. Jennifer is 5’3″, barely 100 pounds and has the thin physique of a 20 year old — with a thin waist that curves beautifully outward around a perfect set of narrow hips and a marbelous ass. What’s “marbelous” you ask? It’s an ass so nice that it deserves to be carved into marble for posterity to enjoy forever.

Jennifer’s chosen attire for the evening was a dark gray business suit (purchased specially for the occasion) with the skirt cut a little too short. Underneath her jacket, she wore a sleeveless, white blouse that showed off her shapely arms and shoulders. It was unbuttoned far enough in the front that you could see some skin, but not far enough to be unprofessional. Underneath her skirt, Jennifer wore her skimpiest Victoria Secret underwear with a slightly see through front. She wore 3″ black heels to accentuate her well-defined, yet feminine calf muscles.

We were set to go and boy was Jennifer looking hot. She went down to the hotel bar around 7:30 p. m. and found a stool at the corner of the bar. I followed about 15 minutes later, but sat about 5 seats down the bar and pretended not to know her. The bar was not very crowded. In fact the only men in there were some executives in their 60’s talking business.

Jennifer looked nervous, so I asked the bartender to set her up with a glass of wine. Jennifer typically doesn’t drink and when she does, she drinks very slowly, but she downed this glass quickly to calm herself. I followed by sending another glass her way.

The bar started to get more crowded around 8:15 but still nobody that remotely resembled a potential candidate. I started to think the idea was not going to come to fruition, but decided to patiently wait it out a bit longer.

About 20 minutes later, a handsome man in his early 40s walked in. He was about 5’8″ tall with a muscular, athletic build and dressed in a snappy sport coat. He had dark hair and was tan. He was clearly by himself and found a seat at the bar across from Jennifer. I saw Jennifer glance up at him and I noticed that he quickly returned the glance. He ordered himself a beer as Jennifer nursed her third glass of wine.

After about 5 minutes, the bartender brought Jennifer another glass of wine, but neither Jennifer nor I had ordered it. I saw the bartender say something to Jennifer and she looked across the bar at the stranger, smiled and gave a nod of her head to say thank you. At this point the man got up from his seat, walked across to Jennifer’s side of the bar and sat in the barstool next to her.

He introduced himself to Jennifer. Rich was his name. He was a doctor from Virginia who was attending a medical conference in Philadelphia. He was wearing a wedding ring, which in many ways made me feel better — like it was somehow safer.

Jennifer and Rich chatted for about 30 minutes with several laughs mixed in. I could tell they were really enjoying each other’s company and I could tell by the look in Jennifer’s eyes that she was pretty into this guy. She was also pretty tipsy. I know because she was on her fifth glass of wine and she cannot handle her alcohol.