My husband had sexual fantasies he wouldn't tell me about. I was slow to realise it, and didn't spot how it was damaging our sex life and our relationship.
I got my first clue a little while ago, when we were out at a nice restaurant to celebrate Valentine's Day. We never actually go out on Valentine's Day, because everywhere is packed to the rafters, and the prices are stupidly high, so we went out a week later. The restaurant was quiet, and our waiter was drop dead gorgeous, and French!
"I think that waiter fancies you," he suggested.
"Don't be silly," I countered.
"Well, he was very attentive to you, and he kept looking down your top at your cleavage."
"All the men do that!"
"They do when it's you, because you are so attractive. I think you could have any man you want!"
"Now you're being silly, and, anyway, you're the only man I want," which was stretching the truth a bit, as I still liked flirting with attractive men.
"Well, that's nice, although I would understand if you admitted that you sometimes fancy other men. I'm not saying you would do anything, just that you must sometimes fancy them?"
"Well, sometimes I suppose."
"So, what about our waiter?"
"He is quite attractive I guess, and, of course, he's French!"
"Ha ha, so do you always fancy French men?"
"Not all of them, but it helps."
"OK, so now we know something about your tastes in men."
"Look, can we talk about something else, you're making me feel uncomfortable?"
"Oh, OK, sorry, it was just," he trailed off.
We were both a bit quiet for the rest of the meal, not hostile, more reflective, and it was embarrassing every time our waiter appeared at the table. Once home my husband had a few drinks and then became rather amorous, so I suggested we go to bed. I wasn't really in the mood, but he obviously was, as he practically tore my clothes off, and fucked me almost violently. He didn't hurt me, I don't mean that, but he was very energetic and totally in charge. He pounded into my defenseless pussy, as though he had not had sex in weeks, which certainly was not the case. It wasn't love making, it was pure animal lust.
Strangely, it turned me on too, so after a few minutes of his wild passion, we both experienced powerful orgasms. The aftershocks went on for a little while, but while I was still contracting he rolled off me with a grunt.
"Wow, that was fantastic!"
"Yes, what got you so excited?"
"I don't know."
"Was it our conversation earlier?"
"Maybe. Anyway, I need to sleep now."
"OK, I love you."
"Love you too."
The next morning we were back to normal, it was as if our conversation never happened. We had breakfast, did a few chores, then since the sun was shining, we went to the beach and walked along the sea front holding hands like teenage lovers. The day was so warm that I was wearing a flared summer skirt, and cotton top, with sandals on my feet.
Being by the beach it was quite breezy, and my skirt was blowing about a bit, but not so much it was a problem. Rob was holding my right hand and I had an ice cream in my left hand. I love ice cream. Suddenly a freak gust of wind blew my skirt right up to my boobs. Anyone in front of me could see my tiny pink thong, and my bare legs. My left hand was stuck holding the ice cream, so I tried to let go of Rob's hand, but he just squeezed tighter, preventing me from freeing it to sort out my disobedient skirt.
"Rob, what are you doing, let go of my hand!"
"Not just yet."
My skirt was riding higher, if anything, and my lower half was completely revealed.
"Christ Rob, those guys are looking at my panties!"
"I know, we're giving them a treat."
The three young men, stopped and just looked at my legs and my panties, smiling.
Finally Rob let go of my hand, and I was able to regain my dignity, a bit, by smoothing my skirt down. The guys thanked us and moved on, as I rounded on my husband.
"What were you thinking?" I demanded in a high pitched whisper.
"I was thinking how turned on I was showing you off like that? Did you not enjoy it?"
"No, of course not."
"Are you sure, you look very flushed."
"That's because I'm embarrassed, stupid. Is this another one of your stupid fantasies?"
"Well, I hadn't thought about it before, but, maybe it is."
"Are you turning kinky now?"
"No, look, it was just a bit of fun, stop going on about it!"
So, I left it at that, and the rest of the day was normal, but that night, when we got into bed he just clambered on top of me and started to give me a seriously good fucking. Yet again, it really turned me on, and I soon joined in the passion, screaming at him to fuck me harder, telling him not to cum, and after a few minutes I had a wonderful screaming orgasm. Rob just managed to hang on until my orgasm started, then he let go and filled my twitching pussy with gallons of cum.
This time he lay on top of me for a while, giving me little kisses, then he rolled off but kept me in his arms and I snuggled in to his chest.
"Were you thinking about those boys looking at my panties when you were fucking me?"
"Yes, but I had to stop thinking about it, I was going to cum too quickly, and you were really getting into it, shouting at me and squeaking. I didn't want to let you down."
"Good, I'm glad you thought about my needs."
"I'm sorry about today."
"About revealing me to those boys, or about thinking about it when we were fucking?" I asked enjoying his discomfort.
"Both, I suppose."
"Well I suppose you're forgiven."
"Both I guess. At the time I was cross, because you embarrassed me, but afterwards I was a bit turned on, and I was thinking about it when you were fucking me, so I can't claim any high ground."
"Thank you my love, I promise I won't do it again."
"Why are you saying that? I didn't ask you to make that promise," I countered, taking his flaccid wet penis in my hand, massaging it gently, "I mean if you feel the desire to display me again, I may let you."
His cock began to grow in my hand, getting ready for round two.
"Are you already making plans to expose me to lots of men in the future?"
"Yes, definitely," he confirmed rolling on top of me and slipping his hard rod into my aroused, wet and willing sex.
He was much less energetic this time, and more loving, and he wanted to talk while he fucked me.
"Are you saying that I can expose you again, and you won't be cross?"
"That's what I said, my love, but it was just to get you excited, and it worked."
"But we can talk about what happened today if you like?"
"Yes please, it really excited me."
"But you said that you were excited as well?"
"I did, didn't I? Do you think they liked my tiny pink thong?"
"You were wearing a thong? I didn't know that, you usually wear big knickers when you're wearing a skirt, like Bridget Jones."
"Yes, that's true, but I put them on with jeans first, then changed my mind as it was so warm, and put on a skirt. You were waiting for me so didn't have time to change my underwear. Anyway, I had no idea you were going to expose me to half the world. Does it excite you more, now you know?"
"Yes! Very much! I'm going to cum soon!"
"Cum then baby, think about the men looking at my exposed pussy, my thong had ridden right into my crack, so they would have had a great view!"
"Oh God! Will you wear a thong with a skirt again for me?"
"I'll think about it."
And with that half promise he exploded again. I didn't cum that time, but I had a nice warm feeling in my head. It had been fun, and I felt closer to my husband. I now understood what the problem had been and I felt confident that I could solve the problem in the future, and probably enjoy myself at the same time.
We both slept soundly that night, and we were both up and off to work early in the morning, wondering what the new week would bring.