Romance

My Wife's Desires

M.C. Rivera

When it comes to her sex life with her husband, Nick, Katie has always been the adventurous one, and this time Katie’s not sure how Nick will handle her new request. How will he react when she suggests bringing a third person into their bed, even just as a one-time thing so she can live out her long-standing fantasy? Are Nick and Katie prepared for the consequences of their intimate adventures—and is their marriage strong enough to endure?

Age Rating: 18+ (Homophobia, Miscarriage, Rape)

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Romance

My Wife's Desires

M.C. Rivera

When it comes to her sex life with her husband, Nick, Katie has always been the adventurous one, and this time Katie’s not sure how Nick will handle her new request. How will he react when she suggests bringing a third person into their bed, even just as a one-time thing so she can live out her long-standing fantasy? Are Nick and Katie prepared for the consequences of their intimate adventures—and is their marriage strong enough to endure?

Age Rating: 18+ (Homophobia, Miscarriage, Rape)

1: Chapter 1: Desires

KATIE

This will probably be the most difficult conversation I ever have with my husband. And after ten years of marriage, that’s saying something.

I could continue to ignore the pestering fantasies in my head and just blow them off, but I have to know. I have to find out how he feels about a threesome.

My stomach is in knots as I sit on the bed waiting for him to come out of the shower. I stare at our wedding photos and the past ten years of our life plays in my mind like a movie on fast-forward.

We’ve traveled the world, been to eight different countries, stayed in extravagant hotels and beautiful bungalows. I wouldn’t change our lives for anything.

I’m thirty-four and my life is so full that there is nothing more I could ask for.

I met my husband Nick in college. A friend of a friend introduced us at a party, and after a one-night stand that left my body twisted in so many ways and my legs numb, I knew he was marriage material.

He proposed a year later and we’ve been inseparable since.

It’s not like I’m bored or anything. Nick, even ten years later, is still a beast in bed. If he says no to the idea, I’ll be fine with it. A little disappointed, but fine.

We’ll just go to an adult toy store and make our own threesome with some interesting props. But I just want to ask. Asking never hurt, right?

Nick steps out of the bathroom in his boxers, finished with his nighttime routine. Even in the dark I know his body like no one else. His arms and legs are thick with muscle.

He doesn’t have washboard abs, but he has a perfect chest—a slit down the middle and rounded pecs with light, black chest hair that I love running my fingers through.

Daily pushups and morning jogs keep him fit and his arms strong.

I sit up on the bed, tucking my legs in and smoothing my long brown hair over my shoulder. “You ready to talk?”

He looks at me wearily. “What’s it about?”

“Sex.”

Nick jumps on the bed with eagerness, his thick fingers grabbing my thigh. “Talk away.” He kisses my knee as he attempts to dip his hand between my legs.

I shove him back. “Really!”

He lays on his back and raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry.”

I chew my lip before lying down next to him. I run a hand along his stomach, and my fingers brush the edge of his boxers. “I have a fantasy.”

“This is gonna be good. How many fantasies can one person actually have?”

“Shut up!”

“I’m just saying. Every year it’s something different. Last year it was handcuffs and rope, the year before that, sex at my work—which was horrifying, by the way.

“Before that, you got so involved with that dildo that I was starting to get jealous.”

“Are you complaining?”

“God no. I just don’t put nearly as much thought into it as you do.”

“I’m a girl. We require creativity.”

“And I’m simple-minded?” He rolls on top of me, gripping my wrists to pin me to the bed as he slips between my legs, forcing his dick against my apex.

“I’m pretty damn creative when I’m fucking you.” He leans in, kissing me and I succumb to his tongue. He thrusts against me, grinning as he pulls back, “You aren’t that hard to please, you know.”

“You have a huge fucking cock—of course I’m not hard to please.”

He chuckles, loving the compliment. His head drops to one side as his hand climbs up my shirt to play with my breast.

“Let’s hear this fantasy.” He pinches my nipple and I slap him. He cackles.

“What do you think about a threesome?”

“Ha! Yeah, right.”

My brows knit and he slowly realizes that I’m not kidding. His eyes lower to the blanket as his fingers continue to caress my breast, my nipple caught in his thoughts.

I wiggle beneath his touch. I grow wet just from these simple movements; I hate how easy I am.

“With someone we know?”

“No.”

There are a ton of questions written on his face and I continue, hoping to answer them before he has to ask.

“There is a service we can call. An escort service. We tell them what we want and they send someone over. It’s anonymous and private.”

“That’s probably a lot of money.”

“I’m sure. But we can afford it.”

He sits up and runs his hand through his still-wet black hair. Water drops hit my leg and I sit up next to him, wanting to see his face.

“A girl or a guy?” he asks.

“A guy.”

“A guy?” He gets up and moves to the window to stare out into the dark forest behind our home.

Fear begins to rise in me. He’s not reacting how I’d hoped he would. Anytime I’ve suggested ideas like this before he would get giddy with excitement. I suppose this is slightly different.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.

Nick swings around. “I’m not gay.”

I chuckle, slightly confused. “Okay.”

“How could I do that? Be in the same room with another naked guy? Fucking? Oh jeez—he’s going to be fucking you. Nope. Nope. Nope. Can’t do this.”

I jump to my feet and grab him before he heads into full-on panic mode. “It’s okay—I’m sorry. It was just a suggestion.”

“Another guy fucking you? We’re married, Katie. Come on.” He darts away from me, pacing for a minute before sitting on the bed. He holds his head in his hands.

I sit beside him. “Would you rather it be a girl?”

“Ah, fuck.” He moans and throws his body back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

We sit in silence. I bite my thumbnail, trying to hide my disappointment. I didn’t realize that it meant so much to me. I’m on the verge of fucking tears.

I must be sick in the head or something. I can’t be normal. I love my husband—I shouldn’t risk our marriage for something so stupid. Why did I even ask?

“You think about this?” His voice breaks through after a while.

“Yeah.”

“For how long?”

“A few years.”

“Years? Jesus, fuck. Give me a couple days to think about it, alright? It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no. I just need time to think. It’s a lot.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad we’re talking. I love that we’re open with each other. Let’s keep it that way. I’m not losing you because you’re a sex freak.”

I pound my fist into his stomach and he groans and laughs at the same time, pulling me to his side. I rest my head beside his and our eyes meet.

He traces his fingers across my cheek and my stomach swirls with the irresistible sensations of love and passion he produces from the slightest touch. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.

Some days, I can’t believe he’s mine.

“Come here,” he murmurs and kisses me gently.

It’s just what I need. Reassurance that I didn’t scare him. That he doesn’t love me any less. I slip my hand into his boxers and grip his massive cock. I feel him twitch against me.

We’ll just forget about tonight. Push it under the bed for a later date. Right now, it’s all about him and me and how much I love every single piece of who he is.

***

I sit on the porch of our two-story condo, watching the cars drift slowly by on their way to work. Neighbors are out early, walking their dogs or simply jogging, and they wave to me as I sip my coffee.

It’s a beautiful summer morning in PA, with light humidity and a good breeze that sweeps by every once in a while, making me cling to my blanket.

I like to go for night jogs—I am not a morning person. I prefer to stay snug and lazy for as long as possible.

Nick, on the other hand, is out right now with our white boxer, Snowball, attempting to get all of her energy out before he leaves for the day. She needs more attention than either of us can give her.

It probably hadn’t been the best idea to get a dog, but it was better than having a kid to fill the void of emptiness a house brought.

Neither Nick nor I wanted kids, but that didn’t mean the natural maternal urge didn’t spring up every now and again.

Especially when all our family and friends seem to talk about is their numerous offspring, and here we are, ten years later with nothing to show for it. Needless to say, our parents are pissed.

We’re failing at the one thing they expected from us.

It was never about them, anyway. This is our Nick-and-Katie life. No kids allowed. For obvious reasons.

Nick is running toward me now with Snowball lagging behind. Her tongue hangs out in exhaustion. He darts up the steps, dressed in only training shorts and running shoes.

A sexy man that I can’t get enough of.

He kisses me before heading inside to get them both some water.

It’s been a week, and we haven’t talked about the threesome again. Despite how it’s eating at me with every passing second, I refuse to be the one to bring it up.

If he wants to ignore it, pretend it didn’t happen, then I have no choice but to go right along with it. It sucks, but it’s his choice. I’ll just hold it in, try to stifle the volcano and hope it doesn’t blow.

I head inside to watch my morning shows. I don’t have to go in to work until Monday. I have three days off to veg and I plan to use them all to their full capacity.

We usually take our days off together but a manager quit at Nick’s restaurant downtown and he’s been picking up the slack. Perhaps purposely. I don’t know, and I’m not going to call him out on it.

Nick leans against the counter, throwing back a bottle of water as I stretch out on the couch. I’m ready for a day of laziness, and more than likely a couple private sessions of masturbation to get me through the day.

I’ll have the house to myself. Of course I’m going to use it to its full potential.

Snowball’s panting echoes in the quiet and I turn up the TV’s volume.

“How much is it going to cost?” Nick bursts out suddenly. I knit my brows in confusion. “The escort?”

I sit up, licking my lips—too desperate. I suppress my reaction and shrug, trying to look like I don’t care. “I don’t know.”

I totally know. I’ve already done all the research. I know what I want, how to order, and who to call.

“And it’s completely private?”

“Yeah.”

“Men do that? Escort?”

“Yeah.”

He scoffs, throwing his head back in disgust. “He probably has diseases and shit.”

“I’m sure it’s safe. Condoms—”

Nick holds up a hand, squeezing his eyes shut.

My heart sinks.

He drinks a bit more water, calming down.

“I’d prefer if it wasn’t a guy. But the only other option is a girl, and I don’t want to fuck any other girl. This is your fantasy, not mine.”

He throws his head back. “I can’t believe I just said that. My fifteen-year-old self is beating the shit out of me.”

I giggle hesitantly, unsure if it’s safe. He shoots me a small smile and I’m relieved. I stand up and approach him timidly. “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

“I don’t want to at all. But…”

I fall against him, hugging him.

“This seems important to you,” he finishes. He rests his lips on my neck, trailing kisses up my throat. “I promised to fill your every desire.”

I trace my hands along his arms, and he places his bottle of water on the counter before dipping his hands down to grip my ass and turn us so I am resting on the counter.

“It just means you’re going to owe me.” His lips trail down my neck again, moving along my collarbone as he pushes my shirt lower to expose my breast.

His lips ensnare my nipple and I hold him close as he sucks on it.

“Anything.”

“You’re damned right, anything,” he murmurs back. “I’m not doing the damned laundry for a year.”

I push him back. “A year! It’s not worth that much.”

“Nor am I doing the dishes.”

“Now you’re taking advantage.”

He grins wickedly. “I’m not washing the cars either.”

“This is not how you negotiate. Good thing you failed out of law school!” I jump off the counter, but he slaps my ass.

“I failed because of you.”

“Don’t blame that shit on me!” I stomp my way up the stairs.

He calls up behind me, “If we hadn’t spent all our time fucking, I would have passed my finals.”

I hang my head over the banister. “Funny how I managed to pass.”

He slaps a hand on the railing and chases after me. I squeal, darting for the bedroom and locking the door just as he reaches it. I laugh as he pounds the door.

“You’re doing the dishes!”

“Katie, I have to get ready for work.”

“You’re doing the dishes.”

“You’re going to make me late.”

“Say it.”

He sighs. “Fine. I’ll do the dishes.”

Grinning in victory, I unlock the door. He swings it open, picks me up and slams me on the bed. “Maybe,” he finishes.

I pound my fists against his chest, which only turns us on more. I feel his erection pressed between us; every wiggle I make to get away rubs against him. Which is the point.

“You know what you’re going to do right now?” He pins my arms above my head. “You’re going to suck my dick.”

I shake my head.

“Oh?” He begins to climb his way up till he’s sitting on my chest. He takes out his cock—the nine-inch-thick pipe he somehow manages to hide—and it springs out, pointing straight at me.

He holds it and presses it to my lips. Precum wets my skin. He grabs my jaw, pressing his fingers against my cheeks. My mouth falls open and he shoves himself two inches in.

“You can’t fight me,” he says with a moan. He leans over me, his hands on the bed as he slowly thrusts into my mouth, forcing himself deeper.

I nearly choke from the girth alone, but I run my tongue up and down his length, teasing the slit on the tip of his penis. He shudders.

He falls to his side and lets me up and I follow him. I grip his cock and run my tongue from the base to the hilt as he twitches and moans. I watch his face, loving the look in his eyes as he watches me.

He slips his hand into my hair, clutching it almost painfully. He forces me down, hard and quick. He thrusts, unable to hold back. I know he’s about to cum. I squeeze his ball sack with my other hand and hum a moan.

“Swallow it,” he orders and I fasten, hard and needy, to his cock, desperate for it. His cum shoots into the back of my throat and I swallow continuously to take the load.

I look up and his head drops against the bed. His chest is heaving and sweat is making his skin shine. I love it. He is the most amazing man.

He’s going to have a threesome for me. I can’t be any more in love with him than I already am.

He rolls off the bed, kissing me quickly, and runs into the bathroom to get ready for work.

I, on the other hand, have a ton of shit to plan.

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