She clutched into my hair, moaning deeply.
I kissed her clit again, continuing “You can admit you find him attractive, it doesn’t bother me.”
“Mike, stoppp…” she whined, but clearly liked the direction I was going with this dirty talk.
I shuffled up on my knees, and plopped my throbbing dick against her mound – entering her with ease.
She began moaning immediately, louder than I had heard her in many years. In a moment of drunken arousal, I admitted it to her – again. “You know that I fantasize about you with a bigger man, right?”
Vanessa clawed into my shoulders as I fucked her, “Oh god Mike! Keep fucking me!”
My newfound arousal combined with the drinks down at the bar had removed my typical filter.
“Oh I will baby, and when I’m done I’m gonna call Mark up here for his turn.”
Her eyes began to glaze, and I could sense a powerful orgasm brewing in her. I pushed her over the edge with my words, “I’ll sit right there on that chair, and watch as he pounds you with that big cock of his. I know you want it Vanessa!”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body began to convulse, I had only seen her cum like this once or twice in our many years together. She bucked hard, moaning in pleasure. I looked down at her and came immediately. The lust, her beauty, and the admission of my cuckold fantasy was too much to bear.
We clutched at each other as our bodies shook into post-orgasm relaxation. I looked at her, and her at me – we kissed passionately, and both soon fell into a deep slumber.
We awoke late the following day, eventually heading down to the lobby for brunch. We both seemed be to gathering our thoughts on the evening until we finally sat down to eat. I looked across at her, she was as beautiful as ever, using her fork to delicately organize the eggs and bacon on her plate. Just as I was about to speak, she did.
“Were you serious about what you said last night?”
I was immediately excited to revisit the admission, and I spoke honestly to my wife, despite some embarrassment. “Yeah… I mean it’s not something I think about all the time, but the thought of it does turn me on.”
She blushed, speaking quietly so as to not have others near us hear. “You’re all I need Mike. I can’t believe you’re such a perv.” She said it jokingly, and she smiled more – still blushing. She spoke those words, but the look on her face indicated that at least the thought of it aroused her as well, and that did nothing but inspire me.
I matched her hushed tone, “I know I am babe, but it’s just a kinky fantasy.” I paused, “I guess hearing Mark admit to… what he does. I don’t know, it breathed some life into it.”
Her face turned flush, and I pressed her. “Would you fuck him?”
She played with more bacon on her plate, “Mike…”
“Judgement free zone Vanessa, I know you find him attractive.”
“Yes, he’s attractive – but we are married Mike – so no, of course I wouldn’t fuck him.”
“Of course we’re married, and we’re always going to be married.”
I paused, and decided to paint an erotic picture to gauge her reaction.