My Secret is Out Ch. 01

Five years ago, after a whirlwind romance, I married Jim Gaston, the love of my life. Jim was attentive, passionate and very motivated. One year after our wedding he started a business with Ted, his best friend from college. Things have been going well, but the business has taken a toll on our marriage and our sex life. I have a very active libido and when we were dating we had sex daily and even after our wedding it wasn't uncommon for us to have sex four or five times a week. For the past year I am lucky to have sex once or twice a month. Jim's workload is insane and I know when he gets home he simply doesn't have anything left for me. But I can't help but think that there is something else going on. I can't imagine Jim having an affair, but I do wonder if he is committed to me. Around the same time as the frequency of our sexual encounters declined we decided to start trying to have a baby -- meaning I stopped taking the pill. Part of me thinks that Jim doesn't really want to have a baby with me and I guess that hurts. Of course, my libido is still there and being the creative woman that I am I found the perfect outlet for my passion -- writing.

First, I am not a writer as you may have noticed, but I have found that writing about my sexual fantasies -- and they are just fantasies -- is an amazing way to meet the needs that Jim isn't addressing in the bedroom. Earlier this year I had amassed a folder with more than 30 short stories depicting all sorts of plausible and implausible fantasies. Soon after that I found a website called Literotica and I began posting my stories there, anonymously. I loved the feedback from the readers and the fact that other people were enjoying my fantasies really gave me a kick inspiring me to reveal more and more of my darker fantasies -- exploring things I hadn't ever given myself the freedom to consider including fantasies of control, blackmail and reluctance.

Then something completely unforeseen happened, my computer crashed. Jim took my laptop into the office and asked Ted if he could get one of the guys to fix it. Ted never got around to handing off the laptop to one of the IT guys so around 5PM he began working on it himself. He found a boot disk and repair the problem -- something to do with a corrupt segment on the hard drive. It was all fixed around 7PM and since the office was empty he decided to do a little snooping.

Before I go on, let me tell you about Ted. I actually met him the day before I met Jim and after a few too many cocktails I had let him kiss me. The next day he introduced me to Jim and we have been together ever since. Ted is a very attractive man and he knows it. His arrogance is overwhelming and I think that is why he is still alone. Sure he gets laid a lot, but his relationships rarely last more than a few weeks. Jim is the opposite of Ted, but for some reason they make great business partners. I never told Jim that Ted and I had kissed and it never really seemed that important. That being said I had written a few stories about Ted.

Of course during his snooping Ted found my erotic story folder and began reading my short stories. When he began reading the first story about him, I later learned, he couldn't help but pull out his cock and begin masturbating at his desk. He put my stories on a thumb drive and decided to stop by our house to drop my laptop off. I was surprised to see Ted at our door holding my laptop and after seeing the look on his face I was almost certain he had read my stories. I turned bright red as Ted whispered, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about, you are a great writer."

I jerked the laptop out of his hands and began closing the door when he asked if Jim was home. He was of course, but I said no and locked the door. Ted smirked and drove home. I opened my laptop and saw that the folder containing my stories was open as was one of the stories I had written about him. I began reading the story and I realized I was in trouble. The story detailed a series of events whereby Ted was able to blackmail me into an inappropriate situation that ultimately led me to the point where I betrayed my husband and our wedding vows.

Just as I finished the story, my phone buzzed with a text message from Ted. He told me to join him for lunch the next day. I texted him back with one word, "ok".

The next day I got to the restaurant first and the hostess lead me to a booth near the back. Soon after I was seated Ted joined me and instead of sitting opposite of me he slid in next to me. I was already feeling uncomfortable and I knew meeting him was a mistake. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my thigh. The small talk commenced for a few minutes and I was relieved, but finally Ted began telling me how he never realized what a sexual person I was. He told me that he couldn't stop reading my stories. He really thought they were good. He then told me that when he began reading my fantasies about him he knew he had to act.

I tried to argue with him. Tried to explain that they were simply stories. I had no intention of cheating on Jim. Of course Ted noted that the one common narrative in all of the stories involving him was the fact that I didn't have a choice but to give into his advances and it was this fact that allowed me to ultimately enjoy our encounters.

Ted stopped talking and took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I tried to pull away, but he held my wrist firmly. I could feel his penis growing in his pants. He looked at me and told me that he wanted to be inside of me. I whispered to him to stop, to let me go. He just held my hand against his penis as it grew bigger and bigger. He whispered that he knew I had to argue and fight, but that eventually I would give in because that was what I really wanted.

I turned away from him, my hand still on his penis. He leaned toward me and continued to whisper that if I didn't comply he would tell Jim that we slept together. He would show Jim the stories I had written. I couldn't look at him. My heart was sinking. I realized I was living one of my stories. I couldn't help but be excited, but I also knew that this wouldn't end well for any of us. I turned to him and he offered a compromise, another one of my favorite storylines, whereby I wouldn't have to sleep with him, I could instead give him a blowjob. After a few minutes I relented and after he paid the bill he told me to follow him to his house. I couldn't believe we were going to do this right now.

Once inside Ted's house he told me to undress. I argued that I didn't really need to undress in order for me to give him a blowjob. It just seemed so unnecessary. Ted didn't care what was unnecessary or not, he wanted to see me naked and that was that. He began undressing as I waffled. He was still in great shape, perhaps in better shape than he was in college. What I didn't expect was the size of his penis. I have never really been into the size thing, but he must have been twice the size of Jim.

Now it is all a blur, but I recall Ted standing very close to me as he unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my bra letting them hit the floor. I recall turning my head away from him as his fingers brushed against my breasts and waist. He unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor and then finally pulled down my panties so I could step out of them. I stood naked in front of him, one arm over my breasts and the other covering my pussy. I felt completely exposed. Part of me felt excited and thrilled, but the part I was playing from my story was the innocent wife who was here without a choice.

Ted sat on the edge of the bed and I got down on my knees and began kissing his penis. Did I mention it was huge? I have never really been into blowjobs and haven't given one to Jim since college. But for some reason I was giving Ted's penis 100% of my attention. I am not sure why, but I really wanted him to enjoy this. I massaged his balls and managed to get him to cum in just a few minutes. I swallowed his semen and kept sucking him until he was completely done. I stood up and sat down next to him on the bed when I was done.

Ted got down on his knees and began to spread my legs apart when I asked him what he was doing. He told me that it was only fair for him to return the favor. I told him he couldn't. Of course, this is directly from one of my stories. He even quoted my story explaining that if what I had just done wasn't cheating, neither was what he was about to do. I groaned and laid back on the bed and let him start licking my pussy. He started softly and I spread my legs to give him full access. He was good, really good. He knew just how to tease me. He began working his fingers inside of me as his tongue massaged my clit. Fuck it felt good.

I started moaning, softly at first, until he looked up, his fingers still fucking me, and asked if I was enjoying myself. I nodded and admitted I was and I began moaning louder and louder until I was almost screaming with pleasure. He asked me if it was better than my fantasy and again I admitted that it was. Before I knew what was happening he pulled his fingers out of me and replaced them with his penis.

Fuck it felt good. We were fucking face-to-face when he asked how it felt. I didn't answer, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize I was enjoying it. When I was on the verge of another orgasm Ted asked me if he was better in bed than Jim. I closed my eyes to focus on the orgasm instead of answering him when he pulled out. I wrapped my legs around his and tried pulling him back inside as I told him not to stop. I told him I was about to cum. He told me he would, but only if I told him the truth. I yelled, "FUCK... you, now fuck me."

With that he rammed his massive cock inside of me and I had one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. Two orgasms later I realized that I wasn't on the pill. I told Ted he was going to have to pull out or get a condom. He told me he would pull out, but that I would have to get on top. I climbed on him and his size really made a difference once I was in control. He was exciting my clit from almost every angle, normally with Jim I have to focus to stimulate my clit. I began having an orgasm that I can only describe as a waterfall of pleasure. It felt better than anything I had ever felt before. About midway through Ted whispered that he was about to cum, but I begged him to hold out just a little longer. I kept riding him not wanting the feeling to stop. Finally I felt his penis spasm as he shot a load of semen in my fertile womb.

"Fuck" I said, but I didn't stop riding his cock. It just felt too good. I told myself just a little bit longer. He kept ejaculating and I kept riding him on and on. When he was finally done he pushed me off to the side. I still wanted more, but he was done. I felt his semen leaking out of me as I laid next to him. I rolled over on my side facing away from him thinking about what I had just done. I had cheated on Jim. Our relationship was never going to be the same.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I woke up an hour or so later while Ted was in the shower. I laid there for a moment realizing what I had done and decided to get out as fast as I could. Just as I was getting dressed Ted turned off the shower and as he stepped out I was putting on my bra. He asked where I was going and I told him that I was going back home. He laughed and told me not so fast. He was ready for a second round. He dropped his towel and walked toward me. I told him no. I told him I had to go, but he unfastened my bra, unzipped my skirt and then pulled my panties down.

He began kissing me and I kissed him back. He told me we were going to start making love everyday from now on and that I might as well get used to it now.