‘It hasn’t… ever been that way before,’ he said, almost as if in answer to her surprise. ‘Not for as long as I can remember, anyway. We were… hornier in college, I guess. But I like it, Karla. I like you, like that. What got into you?’
For a moment she considered simply dropping the bomb: what got into her was two other men, complete strangers at the time. It had a certain tearing-off-a-band-aid appeal to it, both obviously harmful to the self, yet satisfying in the sense that doing so would at least end what was troubling her. But Karla couldn’t bring herself to do it, not now, not when they were both so happy. There was always the chance of such a confession going to a bad place, and Karla didn’t want to taint this memory with something like that if it could be avoided. Instead, she shrugged.
‘I missed you, Will. And, I mean, you gave me plenty of time to plan…’ Breaking off, she kissed him then, and let her tongue trail over his lips for a long moment before continuing. ‘Do you like your homecoming celebration, then? I mean, it’s not over or anything, but I think it’s gone well so far, no?’
‘Definitely,’ he nodded emphatically.
‘Good!’ Karla smiled, more at how pleased she was that she had succeeded than anything. It was good, that she could still reach him like this if she tried. ‘We could… do this more often, if you’d like. I know you work hard, but there’s always weekends, and if you give me all week to plan, who knows what I might cook up for you?’
‘The idea has some appeal,’ this time it was his turn to kiss her, his lips lingering on hers for a good two minutes before he was ready to go on. ‘Frankly, I’d let you do anything if it made you as happy as you see right now. Doing this again sounds wonderful, then.’
‘Aww, you’re sweet,’ Karla cooed, and meant it; she knew she must look satisfied, in this moment, but never happy to the point that Will would comment on it. She supposed the weight of her apprehension, that he would come home and everything would return to the same passionless gray color it had been before, had lifted from her shoulders. And that anything line that he had used… again, the prospect of simply telling him reared in her mind, but Karla dismissed it. That was a positive step, but there was plenty of groundwork left to be laid if she was going to bring him around yet.
‘Why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up,’ she said, instead. ‘When you’re done I’ll do the same, but give me some time to set up another little something for you, eh? Let’s milk this time we have for all it’s worth…’
There had been a particular stress to the word “milk” when she said it, a sultry emphasis that suggested that it wouldn’t just be the time they would milk today, that seemed to propel Will out of bed and into the bathroom. The sound of running water muffled the sound of Karla’s movements as she got up too, tired but somehow still energetic. She realized that her hands were shaking, nervous energy trembling in her extremities with nowhere to earth itself; had she really just done all that? Had it truly worked?
The Karla of even a few weeks ago would never have dreamed of giving up her ass to her husband, let alone that he would accept the offer… but then, of course, her life had gone sideways in a pretty major way since then. A tiny part of her, unsettled by the change and willing to take her imagination down some truly unlikely paths, had feared the possibility that William would come home and just know, somehow divine that she had been with other men while he had been away, perhaps smell Warren and Reggie on her somehow. He would know, perhaps magically, and she would be robbed of her chance to persuade him.
In a sense she had gotten away with something, in successfully seducing her husband using precisely the same things that had consumed her mind so completely over the past weeks. Now, on the other side of it all, with the (possibly unlikely) hard part behind her and a day packed with sexual exploration ahead, Karla couldn’t help but shake, the rush of it carrying her to her laptop and back to bed, where she loaded up another of her favorite movies and, for the interim period, some soft, relaxing music.
There were other ways for them to enjoy each others’ company, after all…
The rest of the day passed in a sexy, romantic haze. Karla had laid William down on his stomach, fresh from the shower, and massaged her man, working the last remaining tension from his- actually fairly well defined- muscles, the soft beats of her music selection adding a relaxed atmosphere to the proceedings that, for a solid stretch of time, simply led the two of them to languish in bed together, all loose limbs and cuddling, the worries of the world outside all but forgotten. But the couple had remained naked, a fact that eventually became relevant to Will again and caused him to stiffen in a very specific, very noticeable way. Karla had giggled, and together, they had watched more porn, soaking in perverse images of women and the multiple men they were with.
If William had noticed the theme Karla had been going for, then he didn’t mention it. Nor did he do so the next night, when she had tempted him in with much the same thing. In both cases it had been far more important, they had both felt, that he fuck her instead, sometimes while they watched, sometimes not. Karla spent her time spinning a story for William, crafting the kind of narrative that often left her moaning and bouncing on his cock, sure that the ideas she was not-so-subtly feeding him were finding their mark. When she read erotic stories to him, dredged up from the depths of the internet and crafted with the sort of care that only a truly dedicated pervert could provide, she had felt her husband shudder and moan for her whenever she got to the threesome sections… though that might also have had something to do with the fact that she often began stroking his cock at those points, or riding him while reading, doing all she could to connect the ideas of group sex with pleasure in his mind.
A few days in, and she began feeling secure in simply leaving the bait out for William to catch on his own, rather than waving it in front of his face with the promise of sex. All it took was for Karla to leave her computer running when she left the room, the screen still displaying her latest erotica finds, or perhaps a gangbang movie on pause at a particularly visually appealing freeze-frame. William had hooked himself on the first attempt, and Karla had come back to find him sat in her chair, his cock gripped tight in a fist running up and down his shaft, as the images she had chosen for him played out on her screen. It had been a struggle not to simply watch him, see him come from her clandestine position out of his sight, but no: there was a better opportunity to be made, there.
‘If you want to put that hot stuff to some better use…’ Sneaking up on him, Karla had leaned down over the back of the couch and whispered in his ear. ‘Your little slut will be in the bedroom…’
Her final masterstroke had been reaching up under her skirt and taking off her panties, then, before placing them gently in her husband’s free hand. He had been staring at her as she left, Karla was sure of it. It certainly hadn’t taken him long at all to join her… though it seemed he had stayed to watch the end of the scene before he had done so.
That had been a promising development, one that had made Karla sure that, the next day, she could move up to something a little more… intense.
As a consequence of that decision, the next day had been a longer one, spent mostly in waiting for Will to return home from work. Karla had been at something of a loose end, since this next step of hers required less intensive preparation by design, leaving her with altogether too much free time and nothing to spend it on. The slut at the back of her mind, the same one who had been driving much of the week’s sexual festivities, piped up and suggested that perhaps she would enjoy inviting Warren or Reggie over, but it had quickly been suppressed. Of course she would enjoy having either of her gentlemen around, but the sort of sexual encounter she might have with them would dull her for tonight, and besides… William was home now.
Doing that kind of thing while he was here… no, she couldn’t. Not until she had told him the truth and convinced him to join her.
And so she had waited instead, whiling away the time in as many way
s as she could stand; TV had proven an insufficient distraction, reading somewhat more so… at least, when she had read less explicit writings. The moment Karla had gone to find erotica, time started to fly, her imagination more than enough to spirit her away from the dead time she had been experiencing before. It served the dual purpose of revving Karla up for what was to come, properly attuning her thoughts to the proper mindset. She spent all afternoon lounging with her computer, absorbing story after story with one hand on the keyboard and the other surreptitiously up under her skirt. Plenty of time had passed, more than enough for the occasional orgasm as she read, but Karla instead put herself on edge, unwilling to take the leap into climax whenever it almost came upon her.
At first she hadn’t even realized she was doing it, her spellbound eyes scrolling along the perverse text in front of her without a care; it was only nearing hour two that she found her clit throbbing and need pulsing up through her pussy, need that she hadn’t yet satisfied despite ample opportunity. She felt alert, in synch with her body and its desires in a way that she often wasn’t, aware of the flushing heat on her skin, the wetness clinging to her knuckles as she touched herself, the way her nipples stiffened and strained against her shirt. Relinquishing this feeling, particularly in the face of what she intended to do that night, seemed wrong somehow, a poor decision that would leave her dull, not working at peak effectiveness.
And so Karla held off, again and again, no matter how her wanton flesh yearned for it. She was an expert in her own body- those involved in less than perfectly intimate marriages often were- and was thus able to bring herself to the edge with ease, only to back off at the final moment, denying herself that small, soft pressure that would bring her release. Each time she did so, each cycle she went through, the effect of her denial became all the more pronounced, seeming to tear through her body anew, over and over. Her hips rolled, breath coming in sharp gasps whenever she pulled herself away from orgasm, her cheeks permanently reddened and blushing. She squirmed in her seat, yet forced herself to read on, the images of women fucked and adored by many men burning themselves all the more intensely into her imagination. When the written word ceased to have quite so much impact, Karla returned to porn, finding the visual and auditory stimulation of it much more fulfilling when her own needs had spiked as high as they had.
Before she knew it, sunset had come upon the world outside the window, and Karla lay in bed, flustered beyond belief, her pussy screaming with need that she would not satisfy until her husband came home. The thought of William sparked at her imagination anew, reminding her that he was, no doubt, heading out of the office now himself; the commute home would take him a while, but for now, he was at least free from distraction…
Reaching out, Karla fished around blindly for her phone, unwilling to change position or even to stop touching herself. She had left it nearby anyway, and soon had it in hand; unbuttoning her shirt and pushing the edges aside so that her bare cleavage and belly were on full display, Karla held the phone up and turned its camera lens on herself, snapping a few pictures and ensuring that her other hand, still buried between her legs, was still in frame. She selected the one she liked best, typed in a quick caption enticing her husband, and sent it off:
“I need you, baby…”
The reply was all too quick, indicative of William’s eagerness, and Karla smiled to see it: “Coming. Don’t put anything else on, Karla, come see me at the door dressed like that…”
His words sent a chill down Karla’s spine; though Will had certainly been receptive to her advances thus far, it had always fallen to her to lead him through her own perverse plans. Tonight was the first time that he had volunteered something of his own, a desire that only William could have, and Karla intended to fulfill it perfectly. No clearer sign of her success could there be, than that the man she was trying to prime for sexual adventures would grow so comfortable with his sexuality as to ask her for something he wanted as casually as Will had, as though it were just any other day. No more birthday and anniversary sex for the two of them, it seemed…
Karla sat up and waited for him to come home, forgoing the masturbation that had been her constant companion for the afternoon. Though the heat of her body slowly began to cool, her lust remained as sharp and demanding as ever, filling her thoughts from top to bottom with unrelenting fantasies of what would happen when Will returned to her. What she would do, what he would do… Oh yes, it seemed now she had a husband who would act, instead of merely reacting to whatever she did… wasn’t that an interesting change…
The sound of the door opening almost made her jump, so absorbed in her fantasies as she was. Karla bounded to her feet to hear it, racing to meet her visitor, shirt open and flapping about her, panties long since discarded, leaving her bare beneath her skirt. Though she only had a few seconds, Karla imagined alternate scenarios, her mind suggesting that she didn’t actually know that it was William coming in, that anyone could open that door, particularly if she had inadvertently left it unlocked somehow. She might be careening into a very awkward situation, though from within her safe little bubble the idea seemed more tantalizing and naughty than outright dangerous. It entertained her, even as her mind otherwise raced ahead of her body.
Nevertheless, it was William that she found, as she turned the corner into the entryway, closing the door behind him. His eyes were wide, shooting down to look at her deeply attractive, nearly bared body, but Karla was on him in moments, not embracing him but kneeling before him. It didn’t take long for her intentions to become clear to Will, especially as her hands went unerringly to his belt, divesting him quickly of both it and his pants, unzipping and pulling them down just enough to free his cock.
It was in her mouth moments later.
Karla surrendered herself to this, the freedom of being able to act this way without thinking, without needing to worry about how William would react, without fearing the inevitable rebuffing he would do. Instead she got to listen to his sharp intake of breath, and feel the way his hand came to rest on the top of her head, stroking her hair in encouragement… not that she needed any. With his tip clasped firmly between her lips, Karla’s tongue turned active, running teasing little circles around his sensitive skin, allowing him no time to acclimate to one sensation before another came to take its place. He hardened rapidly, and she moved deeper, pressing her tongue hard to the underside of his shaft, where she knew he was most sensitive. For this she was rewarded with a full body shiver from her husband, and a tightening of his fingers in her hair.
A few minutes passed in the entry hallway, Karla bobbing herself up and down on William’s dick, moaning freely as she fellated him, coating his shaft in a liberal sheen of her saliva, which would come in handy when, moments later, she rose from her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Hands on William’s shoulders, she winked at him, and purred:
‘Come fuck me in the ass, lover. I’ve got something new to show you…’
And with that, Karla turned on her heel and made her way back to the bedroom, where her new surprise lay waiting in her top dresser drawer. There would be no porn tonight, unless William had a particularly burning need to see some; Karla’s plans were of a more direct nature, this time. Will followed her in, his hardness still there and bobbing as he walked, and allowed himself to be guided down onto the bed, seated upright so that Karla could sink herself down into his lap after liberally applying more lubrication to his cock. Parting her cheeks with her hands, Karla let William line himself up with her tight little hole, and then pushed back against him until the head of his erection slid inside with minimal resistance; she had definitely gotten better at taking it in the rear, it seemed.
Karla settled herself onto him with a deep breath, then reached over to one side. She had positioned the two of them closer to her side of the bed on purpose, and having done so she was able to reach into the drawer and retrieve her newest purchase with ease, bringing it up into view for the two of them to admire.<
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‘You like it?’ She asked, a tad hopefully. Karla had spent quite a while picking this out, finding the exact right dildo for this night, a perfect rubber replica shaft to bring William up to the next level. It was a tan thing, with realistic veins and the flared tip of a circumcised cock at the end, long and thick enough to bring Karla satisfaction without seeming intimidating or a challenge to Will’s manhood. When Karla wrapped her fingers around it she could practically envision the man it was attached to, feel him pulse and twitch under her grip, tender ministrations jerking this imaginary man to hardness.
‘You’re gonna use that, huh?’ William asked, a suggestive lilt to his voice telling her that he wouldn’t really mind that at all.
‘I just thought…’ Karla trailed off, spent a moment finding the right way to frame what she had to say, the challenge of it made infinitely harder by the fact that she was currently having anal sex. ‘Yeah. Wouldn’t it be hot, Will? Having another guy here, I mean? So you could take me from behind while watching me give a blowjob?’
The porn had been a good step for this, showing Will how nice it could be to see other couples bringing each other pleasure in the midst of his own sexual encounters, but this was something far more active. Holding the dildo with one hand and steadying herself with the other, Karla pushed herself back onto Will as she guided the fake tip to her lips, taking her man’s cock all the way into her as she began to suck. She angled her head back a little, so that her husband could get an unobstructed view of the simulated erection disappearing into Karla’s mouth, her lips closed tightly over it as she pulled it in and out. When she next spoke, it was with her tongue layering the head with spit:
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