28 comments/ 27660 views/ 19 favorites A Husband's Desire By: doublelifewife My heart was beating out of my chest. I was covered in sweat. My body ached for more. The pleasure ran through my entire body and it couldn't be stopped. This random guy was bringing me to places my husband never had, and at this point I had completely forgotten I had a husband... Most would classify my husband and I as a loving normal couple. Normal. That word always rubbed me the wrong way. To classify something that others would find interesting that most would find taboo has always seemed wrong to me. Who defines what is considered normal? Nonetheless, my husband and I have always been madly in love with one another and one another's best friend. Still, at one point, it appeared we developed the same old routine. Wake up at the same time every morning, go to work, kids, dinner, and sleep. The bedroom has always been amazing, but that too began to get a little too predictable. Nonetheless I never imagined ending up where we did tonight. It all started with a glass of wine, a bar and Troy. We were enjoying a well-deserved date night at a local bar. It had been awhile since we had gotten out so I made sure to doll myself up even more. I had this unexplainable urge to feel and look sexy. I wore a black skirt with a form fitting black dressy style tank top that showed my cleavage. I think subconsciously I wanted to take this date night and turn it into an unforgettable night not just out, but in the bedroom. I wanted Steve to want me the entire evening. Apparently my choice of attire worked, for as I came downstairs, Steve grew wide eyed. "You look amazing Brooke!" "Thanks love, you look great too!" When we got to the bar, we found a nice spot at the bar and ordered the first of many glasses of wine. We spoke about our day and laughed and really enjoyed our time. I'm not sure exactly how many drinks we had, but at one point, Steve looked right at me and with those beautiful baby blues, asked me if I was completely happy and satisfied with our sex life. It came out of nowhere and I really wasn't expecting that question based on how our evening was going. Of course my immediate response was yes, however I could feel my heart beat a little faster as I was unsure where this conversation was going to go. "Brooke, I know when you're telling a lie. You can be completely honest with me. I want to know if there is anything you would want to change." If I was being honest, I would have to admit that sometimes I did wonder what it would be like to do something's different or to be more experimental. I mean we weren't prude in the bedroom, but I always felt like we could do more. I divulged to him how I wished we were more adventurous and that it was how it used to be when we were younger and it was new and fresh. Immediately he smiled. "That's the exact answer I was hoping for. Brooke, baby you know I am completely in love with you and I am extremely attracted to you. I mean look at you! I can point to numerous men who have not been able to stop staring at you since you walked into this bar. I want to spice our life up a little. I want you to be completely satisfied." I could feel myself getting turned on just by these mere words coming out of his mouth. "You see the guy over there across the bar?" I turned my attention to a gorgeous man who had to be about 30 sitting across the bar by himself. Italian with dark hair and just by looking at him he looked like he had the "bad boy" image. "Yes?" "Well he is one of the men who has not been able to keep his eyes off of your sexy self." "Steve, where are you going with this? Your basically pointing out another man and pointing out that maybe he's staring at me...I don't get it?" "What if I told you I wanted you to go over there and flirt with him. That I wanted you to sleep with him." I almost spit out my wine. What the fuck? "How much did you have to drink Steve?" "I'm actually sober and I wanted to finally let you in on a fantasy of mine. I know things have been hectic with us and well, I also didn't want you to judge me." "So you want another man to take your wife and sleep with her???" "Yes, actually. But not just any man, a man who is going to really please her and really satisfy her. It really turns me on. I want you to get fucked and then come home with me and get fucked again." Now you would think I would be absolutely insulted by this, I mean this isn't a "normal" conversation a husband and wife have with one another. However, I was intrigued. "So you want me to walk over to him and flirt with him?" "Yes, and I want you to sleep with him." "And what if he isn't interested?" "Then we find another qualified man. He just looks like someone who could really take care of you and be aggressive." I picked up my glass and chugged the rest of the wine. Stood up from my chair and looked over at Stephen. "So what if he decides to sleep with me, then what?" "Then I'll wait for you right here for when you're done and I'll have another glass waiting for you because I'm going to want to hear every detail." Holy shit, I was going to do this. As if it came with ease, I walked over and sat next to the gorgeous man across the bar. I felt nervous, I mean it had been years since I tried talking to a man in that way. Hell, I don't think I ever initiated myself to another man before, I always waited for them to come to me. "Now what do I owe the pleasure of a gorgeous woman to sit next me who was sitting next to another man over there." "How about we start with I'm Brooke, handsome and you are?" "Troy. Your pretty aggressive, huh Brooke? I have to admit I had no idea who I was. I felt like the wine had created this alter ego sex vixen. What the hell, I just went with it. "Not as aggressive as I'm sure you are, right Troy?" He instantly smiled and you could tell he was even more intrigued. "So what's the deal, is that your brother? Friend?" "Husband." "Come again?" "That's my husband and my husband has given me instructions to sleep with you. You see he has it in his mind that you are going to have a bigger cock and be a better lay then he is and well he just loves his wife that much that he wants me to experience the pleasure you could possibly give me. The only question now needed to be asked and answered Troy, is my husband correct in that you have a big cock and can pleasure me?" "Baby, you have never had anyone like me?" As soon as he spoke those words he got up from his seat and turned my bar stool around. He slightly spread my legs and stood in between, perfectly in the gap. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "The only question that needs to be asked and answered by you Brooke is do you want to cum over and over right now?" His whispering words made me shiver. His hot breath on my neck was like a drug. He smelled so good and his body was muscular. "Yes, Troy, I want you to fuck me tonight." "Then come with me." He took my hand and led me to a stock room. "I was hoping a little more private?" "Then I guess you better stay quiet so we don't get caught." I was hesitant, but on top of everything I was about to do, the fact of being caught in public added even more the excitement. He ushered me inside and shut the door. He reached for me and his lips met mine. He tasted so good, and his tongue would slide every so often into my mouth and caress my tongue. His intoxicating smell grew more and more with every kiss. He backed me up against a stock pile and began to rub his hands all over me. His hands moved down to my inner thigh and he began to caress me. You could tell he was enjoying taking his time with me. His fingertips ran up to my black laced panties. He tugged at the string and his hand was all the way up my skirt at this point. I ached for more. It was unbearable. The pleasurable torture the anticipation. My panties grew more and more soaked with every touch. I needed him. He took my shirt off and slowly crouched down so that his head was level with my belly button and I felt his tongue run up my body to my breasts. I grasped the bar of the shelves right next to me and let out a moan. His eyes now level with mine as he placed his finger to my mouth and told me to shh. His hands ran over my back and my firm stomach as he kissed and sucked on my neck. Un-expectantly he grabbed a hold of my matching lace black bra from the front and as if with no effort ripped it in half exposing my breasts. He smirked as he looked at me. "I'm going to really need you to stay quiet for me baby or else I'll stop and you won't be able to cum." As quickly as he spoke those words his tongue met my right nipple and soon his mouth engulfed by entire nipple. Sucking and licking, sucking and licking. I squeezed the bar tighter and bit down on my lower lip in hope to keep from screaming as I did not want this to end. I wanted to cum and I wanted to cum over and over again. "Does that feel good baby?" "Oh God yes!" "Your taste so delicious. Your body is so perfect and your breasts are perfect. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked. His hands grabbed my ass and with ease lifted me on to a stock pile of boxes. His hands moved to my waist where he grabbed onto the string of my panties and with no effort slid them off of me and tossed them. He slid my body to the edge of the boxes and before I knew it, his tongue was caressing my clit. Nice slow long licks and in between his own lips would wrap around my clit and ever so slightly suck. With each time he sucked a little harder and harder. He licked a little faster until I was squirming all over and he had to use his strength to keep my legs still so he could continue. I felt the feeling build throughout my entire body. I was going to burst. At that point my head tilted back and allowed the orgasm to completely consume me and I came so hard, the hardest I have ever cum before. "Oh baby your even more delicious." I was dazed from the pleasure, almost in a drunken ecstasy. I focused my eyes on the well-built man who stood slightly over me as he removed his shirt. His chest was perfect and his arms were muscular. I envisioned him being able to toss me around into any position he wanted with ease. He unbuckled his pants and his long, hard, thick cock was exposed. "Do you want this cock inside of you Brooke? Tell me how badly you want this cock. How badly do you want me to make you cum again with this cock?" "I want you so badly. Please, please make me cum!" "Do you want me more than your husband?" "Yes! Yes, I want you more than him. I want your bigger larger thicker cock." He spread my legs and slowly slid his cock inside me. Dear God! He filled me and I could feel all of him as my pussy clenched around his cock. He let out his own moan and hearing him made me throb. He began to thrust into me, harder and harder. My breasts moved with each penetration as if we moved in the same motion. He leaned forward even more and squeezed my breasts with his one hand while continuing to thrust in and out of me. He stopped suddenly and I wanted to cry out to keep going, but he was already on the move. He grabbed my hand to sit me up and motioned for me to get on my knees. "Taste yourself baby, lick my cock clean before I bend you over." "I took every inch of him into my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat. His hands wrapped around my hair as I sucked as hard as I could. He moaned again and I could tell just how pleasurable this was for him as it was for me. "Oh baby, your mouth! Oh god yea, deep throat my cock." In a way I wanted to please him. I wanted to suck his cock better than anyone else. I sucked a little harder every time I would come up to the tip and shove his entire shaft into my mouth as I would go down. "Get up Brooke!" I obeyed his command and stood to my feet. He wrapped his hands around my waist and bent me back a little and sucked my nipples again as he tugged on my hair. I was spun around and I knew what he wanted. He wanted my pussy from behind. He wanted to pound as hard as he could and penetrate me as deep as he could. I bent forward and placed my hands on the stockpile. He caressed my ass and gave a nice firm squeeze before he slapped me so hard, the pain actually felt good. I could feel him spread me apart and his cock entered me again. He braced himself by holding onto my hips, his fingertips digging into me every so often. He pounded harder and I could feel I was about to cum once again. My knees went weak. "Take it Brooke! Take my cock! Oh baby I can feel every inch of your pussy!" "I'm going to cum don't stop! Harder, fuck me harder!" The throbbing intensified into my clit and again ran through my entire body. He held onto me as I could feel my knees shaking from weakness the orgasm was drawing out of me. "Oh God baby I'm going to fill you! " And together we came. He pounded those last thrusts as hard as he could, and with that last motion he let out a loud moan and I could feel his own body want to give out and collapse. After a few moments of silence and trying to recover from what had just happened, I could hear a chuckle. "Was I better then him, Brooke?" In all honesty, yes he was, he was so much better. He earned my number that night and I look forward to our next fucking adventure. If he was able to take me to sex heaven in a stock closet, imagine what he could do in a bedroom. And no he won't be telling me to shush next time.