Our Dirty Secret (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  Cathy winks at me before turning to Scott and straddling his lap on the couch. Before I know it, she leans down and starts kissing him, their tongues exploring each other while he reaches around and grabs two handfuls of her ass.

  My whole body begins to tremble as I watch the two of them together. His hands are all over my wife’s best assets and it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.

  Her excitement is evident as she starts moving her hips around, grinding herself against his cock, which I'm sure has to be bulging through his jeans.

  I watch, my gaze fixed on them as he moves from her lips to her neck, kissing her from just under her ear down to her collarbone. All the areas that I usually kiss.

  A small twinge of jealousy begins to fill me, but the excitement quickly takes over, especially when I notice that she is looking over her shoulder and making eye contact with me. Even with this other man, it's still all about the two of us.

  Scott continues kissing all over my wife, and she continues to make eye contact with me. He grabs the sheer material that is covering her breasts and pulls it down, immediately taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

  I know how much she loves her nipples being sucked and it's confirmed when I hear a light moan escape from her lips. I reach down and feel my cock, which wants nothing more than to escape from my pants, but I know there's still a long way to go.

  Cathy turns around on Scott's lap, facing me as she grabs his hands and brings them down to her panties. She has chosen the crotchless pair, and I can already see that her freshly shaved pussy is glistening.

  I want to touch it and feel how slick it is but I decide to patiently sit and wait. My mind is racing, wondering what he’s going to do to her next.

  His fingers on one hand quickly finds her clit, while two fingers on the opposite hand slide right inside of her. The look on her face is so hot as she bites her lip while his arms envelope her as he continues to play with my wife’s pussy right in front of me.

  I wonder how much of this I'm going to be able to handle. Teasing me with my wife’s pussy wasn’t something that had even crossed my mind, but it’s like a train wreck and I can’t look away.

  Not breaking eye contact with me, she slides onto the couch and goes right for the button of his pants, loosening it like she's done it many times before.

  She barely gives his pants a tug when his cock comes springing out. His cock is thicker than mine, causing that jealousy to come to come creeping back.

  She turns her attention, staring up at Scott as she grabs him by the base of his dick and starts swirling her tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet.

  My stomach turns. It’s that same jealous twinge, because I know what’s coming next. My wife has a signature blowjob and I know how good it feels.

  Opening wide, she takes him all the way into her mouth, taking him deep into her throat. I am instantly envious because I know how good she is when it comes to giving head. She moves her head up and down, swallowing his shaft. She looks amazing with another man's cock inside of her mouth.

  The twinge of jealousy kicks up a notch as I wish it were my cock in her mouth, but I’m enjoying the view.

  God, she looks so fucking hot.

  Cathy stops what she's doing and suggests that we take the party into the bedroom. I let her lead the way with Scott following right behind her.

  I walk through the door just in time to see my wife lying down with her legs spread and Scott's face being pushed into her pussy. I can almost taste her sweetness myself as I watch his tongue exploring her inside and out.

  I need a better look, so I slide onto the bed next to her. I want to see what she sees. I watch Scott explore her hole with his tongue, and she reaches for me to come to her.

  I bend down and passionately kiss her. This kiss is different from the one I watched the two of them share just moments ago. This kiss has meaning behind it, not just the lust that the two of them share.

  She runs her fingers through my hair as she moans into my mouth while Scott continues eating her pussy. I look up just in time to see him kneeling up on the bed, positioning himself between her legs.

  I can't take my eyes away.

  I’ve seen this countless times in videos and pictures that she's sent me, but this is the first time she is going to take someone else inside of her with me in the room.

  I hold my breath as he puts his head at the entrance of her hole and don't exhale until I watch him push into her, causing her to moan out in pleasure. He has to move slowly because she's incredibly tight and she's not used to his thickness.

  Inch by inch, I watch as he slowly gets deeper and deeper until he has made it all the way inside of her. She grabs onto my arm as he starts slowly moving himself in and out of her.

  "Fuck me," she moans once she's accustomed to his girth. He wastes no time grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed closer to him.

  Before I can even move, he's got her legs spread and is pounding into her. The sounds of his balls smacking off her ass fill the room, and her moans gradually become louder.

  Once again, she reaches out for me, wanting me to come to her. I crawl over to her side, and she immediately grabs at my pants, trying to yank them down.

  With a little work, my cock springs free, and she grabs it, stroking it in time with Scott fucking her. I need more than her hand, so I make my way next to her head, grabbing a handful of her hair and bringing her mouth to me. She opens wide, her warm tongue barely sticking out, welcoming what is coming.

  I can tell she's feeling overwhelmed, but in a good way. She has one man pounding her pussy while I'm next to her, fucking her mouth. It's taking every last bit of self-control that I have to stop myself from exploding her mouth, but I'm able to keep my composure.

  As soon as I pull my cock out of her mouth, her moans fill the room once more, but this time they are louder and more intense. Scott keeps thrusting into her while I watch and I can tell that her climax isn't far away.

  I reach down between her legs and start rubbing her clit as Scott’s dick thrusts in and out of her; it’s still slick from where he had been licking it. Making circles with my index finger, I bend down and kiss her once again.

  Before I can pull away, Scott starts fucking her as hard as he can until Cathy starts to shake, yelling out as she cums all over his thick cock.

  I'm amazed that he doesn't cum right along with her.

  As tight as she is, she gets even tighter when she gets off, her pussy grabbing onto you like a glove. He does slow his movements, knowing that we're not done yet.

  "Why don't you get on top and let me watch you ride him?" I say to Cathy, her completely oblivious that I have my own ideas for what is about to happen.

  Scott pulls himself out of my wife and rolls onto the bed. Cathy gives me another kiss before positioning herself on top of him, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding her little pussy down onto him.

  The beautiful sight of her ass moving rhythmically up and down on him leaves me wanting to get in on the action. She's told me many times that she has one particular fantasy and that she needs two guys to do it.

  Today, I’m going to make sure she gets the real thing.

  I grab the lube and put a little on my finger. Moving behind them, I slide my finger slowly into her ass. I hear her gasp in surprise before she starts moaning.

  "I need you both inside of me," she demands, but I think she needs to be teased a little more.

  "I don't think you're ready for that," I reply, continuing to finger her tight ass.

  "Please? I need you.”

  Hearing her beg in front of him drives me wild.

  How can I argue with that? I lube myself up and position myself behind her. She sinks all the way down onto Scott's cock and holds herself still, waiting for me.

  Now it's her that is holding her breath, and I'm so turned on, I can barely contain myself. I spread her cheeks apart and slowly start to push myself inside of her. She is physically shak
ing as I penetrate her a little at a time.

  I can feel Scott's cock pushing up against her vaginal wall, making the fit even tighter than it is when we are playing alone. I wonder what it must feel like for her to have both of her holes stuffed by two cocks.

  Once she gets used to me, she starts moving her hips again. Scott starts moving his hips as well, and I follow suit, sliding in and out of her. She's making sounds I've never heard her make before.

  "I'm gonna cum," she yells as another orgasm starts to rip through her body.

  Both Scott and I have also been pushed to the point of no return. I listen as he starts grunting and lifting his hips off the bed, burying himself in her pussy.

  I match his rhythm, grabbing her hips and sliding in and out of her ass. I yell out as I begin to cum inside of her and with one more big hip thrust, Scott empties himself into her as well.

  After a few moments, I pull myself out of her ass, and Cathy slowly lifts herself off of Scott's cock. I have the perfect view as she rolls onto the bed, our cum leaking out of both of her holes. Scott gets up, grabbing a towel to clean himself up with, and I lie down on the bed next to her, taking her into my arms.

  Chapter 21

  Scott sees his way out once he’s dressed, leaving Brett and me all alone.

  “Did you have fun?” I look into his hazel eyes.

  “I always have fun when I’m with you,” he kisses my forehead. “The important question is did you have a good time?”

  “Oh, my God! Are you kidding me? That was fucking awesome,” I say.

  “Come here,” he says, pulling me into him so that we’re facing each other.

  We lie in silence, staring into each other’s eyes and I think it’s amazing that we’ve finally been able to share this experience together. It’s what we set out to do so many months ago when we started on this journey, and it was even better than I had ever hoped it would be.

  As fun as it is to think about and talk about having a threesome, it’s even better actually to do it. I’m glad our first time was with Scott, and I’m glad that Scott and I had our initial encounter alone.

  I remember in one email where he told me that he was a fast learner, and he didn’t lie. I think he picked up on quite a bit from our first time together when it was just the two of us, and I think some of that spilled over into today’s pleasure.

  I know there were a few guys that we almost met and then there was Arden, but I don’t think a threesome would’ve been as good with any of them as it was with Scott.

  Looking into Brett’s eyes, I can see how much he loves me as we cuddle in bed together.

  “I love you,” I whisper to him.

  “I love you,” his deep voice whispers back as he begins kissing me.

  He quickly becomes erect, and for the first time when he enters me, he has to push his way through another man’s come. It’s not a dream this time, and we’re not pretending.

  “Awww,” he gasps, feeling the evidence of Scott’s pleasure inside me. “Fuck, Cathy, that’s so hot.”

  “I know,” I whisper, opening my legs wider to grant him better access. “Do you like feeling his come inside of me?”

  “You have no idea,” he growls as his hips begin bucking into me. “Say it. Say it, Cathy,” he commands.

  I know exactly what he wants me to say because we’ve role played it so many times since the night I played the lube prank on him.

  “Fuck him out of me, babe. Please,” I beg him.

  The difference is that this time, I need him to fuck Scott’s come out of me. I need him to wipe away the evidence that another man left behind.

  As much as I’ve needed the reclaim sex in the past and had surges of guilt and pleasure afterward, having another man’s come in me is a new high and a new low.

  When I felt him coming in me, using my pussy like that, it was fucking hot, and I wanted it. I’ve wanted to feel someone else’s come in me for a long time.

  But after Scott left, the realization sunk in that another man’s come is inside of me. And it’s not just that his come is inside of me, imprinting him on me, it’s that my husband can feel it.

  My husband is fucking it.

  Waves of ecstasy and guilt wash over me during our lovemaking, but there’s only one constant that never changes:

  I need Brett to need me. I need Brett to want me.

  Wrapping my legs around him tighter, my thighs hug his waist as I take him all the way inside of me.

  “Come inside of me, Brett. I need to feel you now,” I whisper into his ear, my fingers gripping onto him for dear life.

  “Oh, fuck, Cathy,” he moans, grinding his hips against mine, pushing himself in as far as he can go.

  No sooner than those words leave his lips, I feel his warm come pooling inside of me, and it feels so good.

  It’s not like any other time he’s come inside of me, not even when we created our children. This is a different feeling; it’s more meaningful.

  It says that I belong to him, that my body is his, and he’s claiming it.

  As I process these thoughts and emotions, the feeling of his come inside of me sets something off inside of me, and my climax begins.

  “That’s it, baby,” his breath pushes my hair away from my face. “Come on me. Let me get you off.”

  It’s at this exact moment that I realize that the last dick I came on wasn’t his and I get this sinking feeling inside my gut.

  It’s guilt.

  And it’s quickly replaced by a high that only he can give me when I hear his voice again, bringing me back to reality.

  “Oh, Cathy, I fucking love you,” his voice rumbles in my ear just before he kisses me.

  Our teeth clash against one another’s and my lip gets caught in the crossfire, but I don’t care. The metallic taste in our kiss is nothing compared to how much I feel his love for me right now.

  Moaning, I mumble that I love him too as my body sinks into his arms and he cradles me, spooning me close to his warm body.

  “Did I ever tell you that you’re the best wife?” he asks, his face nuzzled against my neck.

  “I think you’ve mentioned it once before.”

  We lie in bed for the next half of the day, cuddling and making love until it’s time for the kids to come home from school and Brett has to get back to work.

  Since that day, the three of us have had many threesomes together—all of which have been equally as great as the first one.

  Scott has become my long-term friend with benefits, and the two of us have been seeing each other for almost two years. I never thought we’d last this long, but I’m grateful for him. He’s an excellent lover, and it’s become second nature for me to see him on our days off together.

  Even though I see him regularly, Brett and I decided to keep our profiles active on the various dating and swinger sites and still post Craigslist ads from time to time.

  We do this because Scott and I do have a lot of one-on-one time, so our threesomes are somewhat limited, but we are all okay with that because we’ve all became friends.

  Scott’s wife, Misty, finally asked to meet me a few months after Scott and I started seeing each other. She and I have developed a rare friendship that I never expected. I always thought that she’d be the woman who hates me or views me as the “other woman,” but it’s quite the opposite.

  In an odd twist, she sees me like an angel and a good friend. She says that she never has to worry about Scott leaving her because of me. I keep him happy, and that makes her happy.

  When she’d initially given Scott permission to have sex outside of their marriage, she was always worried that he’d find random women to sleep with and catch a disease or fall in love with someone else.

  Misty told me that she knows that Scott and I are nothing more than friends who like to fuck, and she’s right. I love Brett, and I love him more than there are stars in the sky.

  While it’s true that I do care for Scott, I don’t love him. We’re just good frie
nds who enjoy each other’s company and occasionally include Brett in our adventures.

  This is mainly why we keep our profiles active and meet up with new men from time to time for threesomes. The fact remains that Brett loves watching me perform as his personal porn star and I get off on doing it for him.

  When we meet other guys, we typically invite them to a small bar whose staff has a high turnover rate in the next town over for a few drinks. If we all click, we have the man rent a hotel room that’s just up the street from the bar so that the hotel staff never sees us.

  It works out perfectly and doing it this way ensures that nobody will know our dirty secret.

  I’m a wife, a mother, a friend and just an ordinary woman but I have an extraordinary husband.

  They say that we only accept the love that we think we deserve, but the truth is I don’t believe that we ever value ourselves as much as other people do. The view of ourselves is skewed and unkind.

  Our relationship isn’t like most others and living this type of lifestyle has opened lines of communication that I never thought were possible.

  It’s empowering to talk about your sexual fantasies and desires without judgment, guilt or shame. There is something very sanctioning with being able to openly communicate with your partner about your wants and needs, and have them acted upon.

  Brett satisfies me.

  He completes me.

  Because of him, all of my needs and wants are met. Physically, emotionally, mentally, and sexually. There is nothing that I can’t talk to this man about and nothing that he wouldn’t do for me.

  I will be eternally grateful that I have him and that he loved me and trusted me enough with his darkest fantasy. His fantasy has brought us together in ways that neither of us ever knew were possible.

  Some might question how sharing your wife while strangers perform sex acts on her body could bring a marriage together, but for us the answer is simple.

  It’s the raw passion that brings us together, the sadistic twist that ties us to each other, and the passion to share it with each other that unites the fire between us.