Everyone had orgasmed. There was nothing else that sex could do for us. We had a few content but shy moments before Steve left. This time Steve didn’t bother with a shower; I think he learned his lesson there. He just slipped into his clothes quickly and left, sensing our need to be alone. When he left, he shook hands with Dan, respectfully. Then he walked to the other side of the bed where I was sprawled out, and said, “I guess I should shake your hand also.” We laughed and then he was gone.
During the next few weeks, Dan went through the strangest transformation. Watching me get fucked so beautifully, hearing me tell him, in no uncertain terms, that he was not capable of the job—it had somehow freed him, just as Cheryl had predicted. Even with all her happy talk about total honesty, I expected Dan to be a basket case if we continued with this. I figured he’d be seriously depressed that he couldn’t fully satisfy me, that he’d be insecure in a more devastating way, because it was so clearly the truth.
But that wasn’t the case. Instead of trying to prove he was a super stud, Dan realized he could drop that act for good. His erections started lasting longer. He was more playful, less preoccupied with the hard work of trying to make me cum. He could just have fun with it, be himself. Erections seemed to come more easily to him than before. I was getting off more, too.
Dan even surprised me sometimes. He didn’t just want to relive our threesomes. He seemed determined to do with his tongue what he couldn’t accomplish with his cock. He ate me out like there was no tomorrow. Once he banged me so hard that the base of his cock slammed me to the point of serious pleasure, even though I could barely feel him inside me. I loved that feeling, but even more, I loved his determination to please me.
Something else happened. Dan started going out every Thursday to play “poker with the guys,” or so he said, even though he had never been much of a card player. I knew he wouldn’t cheat on me, so that wasn’t my concern. But he always came back from those games in such a good mood, which struck me as odd; most guys seem to get into heated arguments during card nights. But hey, if it brought him home in such a good mood, I had no complaints.
A few months later, soon before our daughter was due back in town for the summer, Dan arranged for a girlfriend of mine to pick me up and surprise me with an evening on the town. When we got to the club, I was shocked to see Dan onstage. Dan had gotten back together with band mates from his college days, this time with a new bass player. Those “poker Thursdays” were actually band rehearsals. These guys were pretty good, jamming out a Reggae vibe with some funky/punky interludes. Dan even took some vocals.
There were a few hundred people at the near-packed club. Dan had cashed in a favor; his band was opening for a local favorite. I couldn’t help but notice that the girls up front were staring at Dan in particular. He did look really cute. He had his hair spiked up; he didn’t look anything like the “corporate Dan” I was used to. I don’t usually care if girls have a crush on Dan, but this time, I found myself keeping a watchful eye. During a break in the set, I clocked a few talking to him. One in particular, a short blonde with small tits busting out of her top, seemed to be laughing at everything he said.
I went over and introduced myself forcefully as “Dan’s wife.” The girls scattered. Before she walked off, the blond girl gave me the evil eye, one of those “I’ll be back” looks. After the show, I cornered Dan and took him straight home. In the car I reminded him, “Remember, you don’t get to play. That’s not how this works.” I was kidding more than anything.
When we got home, I practically ripped his clothes off before we even got through the living room. Jealousy at Dan’s groupies had riled me up. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Dan fucked me good that night. I pulled him into me, feeling his rhythm, loving being his wife, feeling complete. For that night, he was the rock star, and I was his slutty fangirl.
But moods change. Two weeks later, Steve was in town, and Dan was back in a chair, getting another education in how I like to be pleased. I was only too happy to put on a show for him, watching him stroke his cock for me, loving the extent of his devotion, his willingness to expose everything to me. Instead of looking down on him, I looked up to him in a new way. He loved me enough to let me get pleasure elsewhere. And yet, he didn’t sulk. Well, not usually. The jealousy drove him to new heights inside and outside of the bedroom. He was determined to excel as a man in any area he could to make our lives better. He was devoted to me. Knowing that freed me to cum all the harder and to love him that much more. What else could I ask?
The path to a good marriage is more uncharted than I realized. I don’t know where Dan and I are headed. I don’t know if our experiment can survive the test of time and overcome the sheer effort of our daily routines, especially with our daughter home again. I do know that I have changed, and that he has changed as well. When we threw out all the preconceived ideas of normalcy we had clung to, we found ourselves.
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An experienced author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Alex is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide.