Excited Wives: Wife Swaps, Kinky Spouses, Double Penetration, and More by Connie Hastings & Amy Dupont & Callie Amaranth & Nancy Barrett & Andi Allyn

Author:Connie Hastings & Amy Dupont & Callie Amaranth & Nancy Barrett & Andi Allyn [Hastings, Connie & Dupont, Amy & Amaranth, Callie & Barrett, Nancy & Allyn, Andi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Hot Explicit Erotica Press
Published: 2014-06-26T21:00:00+00:00

Wait! That’s Not My Husband!

An MFM Erotica Story with Bondage

by Amy Dupont

all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Red Hot Explicit Erotica Press

I didn’t mean to tell James our sex life was boring. Hell, I wouldn’t have hurt him for the world. We were watching one of those stupid daytime talk shows where people reveal all kinds of stupid and inappropriate things about their lives, and one of the women on the show bitched and moaned about her husband for a segment. When the host, a squirrelly looking guy who seemed about as interested in the woman’s life as he would be in a trip to a slum, asked why she stayed with her man; the woman said the sex was adventurous and exciting. The audience got a good laugh and James made a joke, asking me if that was why I stayed with him.

Like an idiot, I said, “Our sex isn’t adventurous and exciting. I stay with you because I love you.”

Ever say something and then feel like an absolute idiot?

His face fell immediately, and I played it off as a joke. He smiled, but I could tell I’d hurt him and maybe even worried him a bit. In truth, our sex life was boring. Sure, I was able to pretend to be interested, and I faked an orgasm every time to make sure he thought I loved it. Nonetheless, sex was just something we did. As far as I was concerned, I had the best man in the universe, and it was okay that I wasn’t really sexually fulfilled. There was more to life than sex, and it wasn’t like the sex was horrible or anything. I didn’t have to fake an orgasm every single time. For the most part, my orgasms came by my own hand after he’d fallen asleep or once he went to work. I was happy, though. I wouldn’t have traded James for some sex stud even if it guaranteed me a thousand orgasms a day.

So, I felt like shit. I mean, I’d just out of the blue made an idiotic comment like that in the middle of our three-day weekend. I tried to pretend I hadn’t said a damned thing, and James played along, but I could tell he was hurt and it made me feel like a bitch. That night, he was aggressive as hell when he fucked me, and I made my moans louder, my fake orgasm more intense, and after he finished, I laughed a little bit and said in a breathless whisper that there was nobody I knew with a more exciting sex life. That was the end of it for me. Any man who’s just cum will believe whatever he’s told, really. As far as I was concerned, we could get back to our happy, stable life and he’d never feel small about our time in the bedroom again.

The next week was like any other. He left for his office early every morning, and left for the University to teach my courses according to their schedule.