The Secret within Me Ch. 01

By the time I entered the bedroom, she was stripped down to her underwear and I again marvelled at her beauty and elegance. Her underwear wasn't significantly different in terms of coverage to what she had worn earlier at the gym, and I couldn't help imagining what she had looked like on her back on the bench-press bench, with her legs akimbo, and her chest rising and falling after her exertions with the weights.

I came out of my shocked inertia and quickly stripped out of my own clothes as she finished removing hers, and we jumped naked into the bed at the same time, pulling the covers over us, and snuggling together in our familiar way. She immediately reached down for my still hard cock and resumed her teasing chat.

"So, my husband likes the fact that I have been exciting another man. What should I make of that I wonder?"

She kissed me again, and then whispered into my ear.

"If you help me to cum, which I have been waiting for all day, I promise that I'll finish the story and return the favour. How does that sound for a deal lover-boy?"

I reached for her breasts in silent agreement and found her nipples were hard and extended; a sure sign of her own arousal.

"I need your tongue, now!" was all she said as her hands came up and pushed down on my shoulders to indicate her intentions.

I wasted no time in sliding down the bed, pausing only to kiss her hard nipples, before I had to move out of her way to allow her to open her legs and grant me access. Climbing between her legs, my erection pressed between my stomach and the bed, I had my mouth on her shaved pussy lips before more than five seconds had passed.

I found her already soaking wet with excitement, her labia already opened like the petals of a flower, and her hard little nub of a clitoris standing and poking from beneath its sheath. As I tasted her essence for this first time today, her hands came to my head and she pulled me into her in desperate need. A moan escaped her, and her eyes closed and her body tensed with her concentration.

"Oh that feels good!" she whispered, and I concentrated on doing those things that long familiarity and much practice had taught me would please her. After licking, and savouring her excess sweet moisture, I used my lips to nibble lightly at her button, before sucking that into my mouth and squeezing it with my lips whilst the tip of my tongue played a dance on its tip. My nose simultaneously pressed against her mound, increasing her pleasure, but making it difficult for me to breathe.

As I settled into our familiar routine, she continued to speak between the appreciative moans and interruptions caused by my actions.

"Oh! I have waited so long for this."

"MMMmmmmmn!"

"I have wanted this all day long, since he watched me this morning."

"You are so clever; so good at that!"

Yvonne had never before been as verbal as she was being now. As I worked on her, concentrating on her needs, and as she continued with little titbits of half sentences, I had time to reflect on all that she had told me so far, and all that she was now revealing, about her adventure and about what she was feeling.

"He was hard!"

"Oh yes, yes, that feels so good."

"When I got my breath back and looked at him in the mirror..."

"Mmmm!"

"...I could see that he was getting hard..."

"...as he stared at me."

I released her hard nub and licked at her lips and below, stiffening my tongue and pushing it into her. First into her still soaking pussy...

"oh yes, oh yes"

And then, pushing her knees up towards the ceiling, down over her arse, pressing at her other hole.

"I could see him trying to hide his erection..."

"mmmmmm"

"...and when I thought about how I had caused it..."

Deep breathing and her hands pulling me away from her arse and back to her desperate pussy and clit.

"...it made me even wetter."

Yvonne's climax built and crashed upon her. Her legs tensed and lifted her buttocks off the bed, pushing her mound into my face, and she moaned and cried as the waves rolled over and through her. I sucked on her hard button as she came, until the sensitivity got too much for her, and she pulled and shrank away from my lips as she had done so often before.

As she quietened and relaxed, I blew gently on her hot sex, and lapped gently at her clit and lips, causing little aftershocks and spasms to flicker through her. Her hands, still on my head, would curl and grasp my hair and pull me away from her whenever the sensitivity got too much for her, but eventually, she got used to my attentions, and she allowed more and more contact, until after a few minutes, she was ready for a repeat.

Then she pulled me into her again, and we built quickly to a new orgasm for her. This cycle repeated several times until she was satisfied, and until I was tired and breathless, catching my breath in great gulps when she released me, and feeling my straining cock pressed between my midriff and the bed.

Eventually, I pulled myself out from between her legs and up to lie alongside her, where she looked at me with love in her eyes, eyes which sparkled with her post-orgasmic satisfaction.

We kissed and cuddled until her body had relaxed again, and she turned to me and cupped my bursting balls, and I knew it was my turn to experience the considerable best that she could offer.

"Thank you" she said, "I needed that."

Her head moved to my chest and her hand from my balls to my shaft, and looking down my body as she manipulated me, she started to talk.

"Did you enjoy hearing about my day?" she asked. "I have never felt anything so powerful before. I loved him looking at me. I loved me wanting him to see me. I loved the effect it was having on both of us. Do you mind that I enjoyed it so much, and that I told you about it?"

I leant forward and kissed the back of her head by way of reassurance, and told her that it had been as hot for me to hear about it as it must have been for her to experience it. This made her turn to face me and kiss me before she renewed her stroking of me and continued to talk to me.

"So my horny hubbie likes me showing off, does he?" She scooted down my body and kissed the tip of my cock.

"How would you feel if I went to the gym again in the morning, and showed off some more?"

She engulfed my cock-head in her warm wet mouth, and I groaned with appreciation at what she was saying and doing to me. Between sucking and licking me, she posed a number of rhetorical questions, all designed to make me even harder, if that were possible.

"Today was a happy accident. I'm sure if we planned it, we could make it much more exciting for him. And for me!"

"I've been thinking of doing just that!"

She licked beneath my glans, before swallowing a sizeable portion of my hardness again; and then releasing me to continue.

"Would that excite you too, if I planned what to wear to let him see even more of me? If I deliberately invited him to look at me and get turned on by what he sees?"

My mind was in turmoil, wanting her to go on talking to me like this, wanting her to go on exciting me, wanting to be in her mouth again. Two conflicting desires; she could hardly continue the provocative and thrilling chatter with her mouth full of my cock, but that is where I wanted my cock to be. What an exquisite dilemma.

I started to imagine what she could do in the gym that she could get away with. I started to want her to further excite this stranger. I started to want him to see my wife in a sexual way; a way that thrilled him. And I started to want to collude and conspire with her to encourage it, and to make it happen. Before I could even begin to imagine what sort of scenario might work, she started to describe it to me.

"I've been thinking about how it could work." She sucked me briefly again, interspersing her speech and her other oral skills in a delightful assault on both my mind and on my body.

"I could wear my leotard, just my leotard, with no underwear."

I knew immediately which item she was referring to. My mind instantly conjured a picture of her wearing it. It was skin tight stretch lycra, and when I say skin tight I mean skin tight. When she wore it, it hugged every curve of her body, every part of her body, so that it looked like she was really naked, that it had been body-painted on. Her nipples and even the little bumps on her aureoles were outlined by the thin fabric, and without underwear, it was possible to see the perfect outline of her sex between her legs. You could even pick out the few hairs above her sex that provided her perfectly trimmed landing strip. It was so revealing, she had only ever dared to wear it without underwear when she originally modelled it for me, and she only ever wore it when working out at home. It had never been worn in public such was the blatant exposure that it produced.

Her mouth was sucking hard at me as I imagined her wearing it for this fit, attractive and older man. My brain was wondering why I found the thought so exciting. I wouldn't be there. I wouldn't be getting the benefit. But I wanted her to want to do it. I wanted her to expose herself to this guy. And I was certainly getting the benefit at the moment.

She pulled her head reluctantly from my cock and turned to look up at me.

"Do you want me to wear it tomorrow darling? Do you want me to go to the gym at the same time as today to see if he is there again? And if he is there, do you want me to just wear my leotard, and to let him look at me again?"

I couldn't swallow. My lovely and usually reserved wife was asking me if I wanted her to expose herself to another guy. One that she had admitted was fit and attractive, and that got turned on by watching her work-out in her sexy gym clothes. Her hand was still stroking me gently as she waited for me to answer.

"I don't know why," I said, "but yes, I'd like for you to do that."

As I said those words I could hold back no longer, and I felt my orgasm hitting me, and the charge of my built up ejaculation starting its surge along my cock. She felt it too; felt my hard cock strain and twitch as I came, almost in slow motion, the first powerful spurt breaking free and shooting across my belly and up to my chest, near to where her head was. She looked back down in awe as rope after rope of my cum shot from my twitching cock, to land on my belly or chest. As the spurts subsided, and the remains of my ejaculate seeped from my cock-head and ran down my shaft over her squeezing fingers and hand, she looked back at my face with a wry smile.

"Oh yes! I think you do want me to show myself to him. I think my hubby has just discovered a part of himself that he didn't know was there. I think we have discovered a part of ourselves that we never even suspected existed."

My immediate reaction was one of shock; that I had lost control of myself so suddenly and so completely and so unexpectedly. I was ashamed of the lecherous thoughts that a few moments ago I had been thinking and using to excite myself to reach this point of no return.

Yvonne reached up to kiss me, and I think she saw some of the concern and shame in my eyes.

"It's OK honey. It's OK. We have both surprised ourselves. Don't worry. We still love each other. We won't let this get out of hand."

If only we had known the depths to which we have since descended, I am sure that she would not have tried to be so reassuring or sounded so positive, and I am equally sure that I would not have been so reassured.

To be continued?...

If you have read this far of this very slow build, then maybe you are interested in reading some more. If so, please let me know, and I will continue.

I know that this will not be everyone's ideal story, but I wanted to try an exercise in believability; a real story with real characters, and with things happening in a real and credible way. Hopefully, those seeking instant gratification will have stopped reading some time ago, bored with this slow development.

Hopefully, for those of you that remain, we can continue on this journey together. One thing I can promise; despite a slow start, things very quickly start to happen very much faster.