A Study in "Normal" Marriage
As told to In2thisshit by his muse!
I had just arrived home from the night courses that I was attending at the college. I pulled the car into the garage and walked into the kitchen and thought it very odd that the house lights were almost all turned off. That's when I heard Mike, my husband moaning and talking to someone. I could not make out what he was saying but I had heard that lusty voice before many times. It sounded as if Mike was making love to someone and it was coming from the office/den where the PC was set up. Something in the pit of my stomach began to turn. Why I silently moved along the hallway I cannot say. It is the oddest things that stick with you as events unfold that change your life. I distinctly recall that it was Thursday evening and a warm summer breeze bellowed the curtains askew yet my flesh crawled with goose bumps. I felt flushed but chilled. Does that make any sense?
I stood outside the office door for several minutes afraid of what I see should I move any closer. As I listened to Mike's lusty voice it was obviously that he was working himself into a sexually fever. I could hear his words clearly now, "Get on your knees Jo and let him push his big hot cock into your little twat. Let him fuck you hard and deep. That's it you little bitch take his dripping cock deep inside that hot dripping cunt. Fuck him! Fuck him hard."
I stood in the hallway shocked by what I had heard. Normally any woman would have been angered as well but you see I know Jo very well. I am Jo. I peaked around the door and saw my husband sitting in front of our PC without a stitch of clothes on. Mike was stroking himself his penis at a fast and furious pace while telling some image on the screen what he wanted of her. I ducked back out of sight for fear of being caught invading his privacy. I was both disgusted and thrilled by the sight of Mike masturbating his engorged flesh. The image of his hand moving along his hard seven-inch shaft was seared into my brain. I felt a dampness beginning between my legs. I stood with my back to the wall wanting to steal another look around the corner but unable to will myself to move. My body was on fire as the sexual itch began creeping thru my loins.
True it was the last thing that I expected to see when I arrived home from class. What girl wouldn't be slightly embarrassed walking in on her lover while he masturbated? Having been married to Mike now for a little over six years I had never witnessed him masturbating. I knew that he did it judging by all the smut that he thinks he hides from me. I have always consider it part of my husband's quirky way. You see Mike has a "different" view about sex than I. I was raised by very loving parents who were morally strict and according to them, sex was "nasty" and "dirty." It was something that perverts and sinners engaged in. Still to this day I am amazed that they managed to conceive four children. This restrictive upbringing was problematic for my parent and I. I was very curious about sex from the time I was about fifteen and this caused some conflict between my Mom and I. But after meeting Mike I was curious no more. We were eighteen and after dating three or four time, we found ourselves in bed together after attending a party. Mike was poised above me. His naked flesh pressed against my splayed thighs with the tip of his penis at the dripping entrance to my vagina. He paused and asked if I was sure that I wanted to "do it." I smiled up into the eyes of the man I knew I loved, placed my hands on his naked buttocks and pulled his engorged penis into me. Our eyes remained locked together while our hips churned lustily against one another. It was wonderful and beautiful. It still remains one of the best moments of love that I have known yet to this day. The taking of my virginity was painless and I enjoyed the act of sex tremendously. My vagina felt stretched and full and wonderful. Every movement of Mike's penis caused surges of pleasure to radiate throughout my body. We watch each other climb toward our pending orgasm. I felt my love swelling as Mike's penis swelled inside of me. I remember Mike tilting his head upward and groan as his member spewed his gooey seed into my vaginal cavity. My body shook with ecstasy knowing that I was pleasuring my lover. Like I said it was beautiful and neither of us have any regrets, not even when I missed two periods in a row. Mike was shocked when I told him at school that I might be pregnant. But a big smile broke across his handsome face and he dropped to one knee and proposed marriage to me right then and there. Of course I accepted knowing full well I would have to drop out of college but as I said, we have no regrets.
Now six years later, while our children slept comfortably in their beds not fifty feet away, I am skulking around a corner to watch their Daddy masturbate. I was torn by the emotions that were raging through me. I wanted to watch because the scene was so pornographic and I was thrilled to witness it. Yet I didn't want to intrude on something so private. I moved into the shadows of the hallway so that I could watch Mike. My naked husband continued to fist his hard penis, encouraging some cyber-nymph to engage in filthy dirty sex though was becoming too much for me. My body was on fire! My hands felt along seams of my skirt stopping at the hem. Slowly I pulled it up above my hips and slid a hand into my panties. I closed my eyes as my finger traced a path along my dewy vaginal lips. Was I really going to join my husband in self-gratification? I normally don't masturbate except when my privacy is insured. Certainly not in the hallway of my house! But the sight of my husband's naked flesh shinning with perspiration in the dim light cast by the computer monitor was filing me with a desire to touch myself.
"That's it you hot little slut. Look at his cock fucking that tight hole of yours. I've never seen a cock pounding a cunt so fast and hard. I bet it is the best fuck you have ever had, bitch!" Mike was almost yelling at the screen and his fist was a blur as he stroked himself. The scene was so pornographic that I could not help myself. I stood trembling with excitement. I was so turned on I needed better access to my needy body. I ripped the clothing from my hot body trying to be as quiet as I could manage. Naked, my flesh flushed with excitement, I pulled at my hard nipples with one hand and slip my finger into my wet vagina. Soon I was matching the furious tempo of my husband's fist. Panting with desire I no longer cared if I was quiet. Fortunately Mike was intent on the action on screen. He continued to "order" the harlot while her moans and groans boomed over the computer sound system. Wow, it sounded as if she was truly enjoying herself too. The little cyber-harlot was moaning and yelling and barking. BARKING!
My eyes focus on the screen and it was right there in front of me. A blond woman on all fours engaged sexually with and a very large dog. The fingers on my left hand tightened on my nipple to the point that I was afraid I might pinch it off. A third finger wormed its way into my body and my vagina oozed dew that ran down my thighs. My thumb rubbed against my clitoris pulling a deep moan from my chest. This could not be right! This could not possibly be happening! My mind screamed "NO!" but there wasn't any denying that I was excited by the images on the screen. Mike's lusty groans brought my focus back to his fist as it moved up and down in a blur of motion along his shaft. "Now bitch! I'm cumminggggg!" I watched in amazement as sperm ejaculated from the tip of his blood-engorged penis. His manly goo splattered onto his stomach and lap. Finally as the last of his seed oozed from the tip to coat his hand, I came with a moan and shudder.
Suddenly, Mike spun in his chair and our eyes locked on one another. The image of the busty harlot and her pet fornicating on the screen blurred from vision and my legs buckled. I was so weaken by my orgasm that they could hold me upright no longer. I slumped against the wall and slid slowly to the floor. My eyes fixed on my husband's deep brown eyes. Those eyes bore a hole into my very soul bearing my guilt and sin of intrusion. I was so deeply embarrassed. Mike recover quickly, he stood and walked directly over to where I sat slumped against the hallway wall. His five-foot ten-inch frame toward over my trembling body. I was shocked as I realized that his dripping member was only inches away from my face. The still warm goo dripping onto my heaving breasts. It was at that moment that our sex lives changed forever.
"Lick my cock slut!"
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