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The activities of the past few hours had left her emotionally, as well as physically exhausted and it was this exhaustion that allowed her the freedom to talk about the experience without feeling slutty. After all, with Frank's help she had broken a taboo! She had fucked another man while her husband voyuered her act.
"Max, I want to make sure you don't have the wrong idea of what occurred tonight," she said. Frank gently cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples as she spoke and she felt a stirring in her pussy as he gently played with her. "Ever since the afternoon on the beach I've fantasized of you filling me up with your cock; using me as you pleased; but all the time resigned to knowing it would never happen."
She squeezed her husband's hand as she continued. "I never spoke of it with Frank." She gave Frank an admiring look and an affectionate kiss on the cheek before continuing. "You see, I'm an old-fashioned girl. I have always believed that when I kiss a boy it means something very special to me. Frank has made me understand how my kisses.....my affection, are still special; but I can give them to others without threatening the love we have for each other."
She giggled and continued, "I hope I'm making sense out of this. I can't even describe how it felt to be used like that. It felt so satisfying to let myself go...to let myself go completely. I've always dreamed of being filled up by a man as large as your, Max. And, to have you inside me while Frank watched....I don't know express how incredible that was! I've never felt that way before and I couldn't have done it without Frank's consent."
Max listened; then assured Michelle he understood.
As the energy ran out of the conversation, Frank offered the guest bedroom to Max for the night. "It's two in the morning and there is no sense in you hurrying home," he told him. But, it was clear to Max that Michelle wanted to reconnect with her husband, having remained close to his side throughout their conversation. He politely declined.
Michelle tenderly grasped his hand and led him to the front door. "You were wonderful! I've never been as sexually fulfilled in my life as I am tonight," she said.
Frank watched as Max and Michelle assumed the same pose they held against the railing of the cruise ship on the night they met. This time, she didn't pull away from his grasp as his hands touched the bare skin of her waist. And, unlike the first night they met, she stood naked except for her panties and heels, and let him pull her into his chest as she balanced on one leg, bending the other at the knee.
He touched her lips with his and slipped his tongue into her willing mouth. This kiss was different from the ones they exchanged earlier, during the heat of their passion. This kiss was from his heart to hers, and was given with the appropriate gentleness.
"Will we have this again?" he asked, opening up his emotions to her and hoping for a positive response.
Frank stood, and walked slowly from the living room as Michelle said her goodbye. "Will you ever again be invited into my home and be allowed to have me? It's not my decision to make."
A feeling of contentment filled Michelle's mind as she closed the door behind him. She turned and snuggled into Frank's arms! Tears filled her eyes, making him wonder why. "Are they tears of joy or sadness?" he asked her gently.
"Not sadness....Maybe joy....Maybe tears of raw emotion?" she replied honestly. "Hold me," she pleaded. Frank carried her upstairs and placed her in their bed. He held Michelle close until she fell asleep. When she awoke to the late morning sun Frank was sleeping beside her. An ornately decorated box was placed on the bed next to her pillow. She flipped open the lid and found inside a photo album titled, "The Secret Garden".
The End
- COMMENTS
wasagadave17 days agoWhere do I start? Even though this story is 20 years old, it stands the test of time.
It is incredibly well written, full of emotional, moral and situational detail; and that's what makes it great!
I wonder if anyone will ever understand or unravel the complexity of human sexuality. We all have the desire to be loved and seek pleasure in many forms. I feel that sex is the ultimate pleasure, but it gets bogged down with responsibility, sometimes outdated morality and a sense of possession between men and women, as well as same sex couples.
My wife is so beautiful, I often wanted to share her, but feelings of insecurity, perhaps on both or parts, prevented it from happening; I always worried she'd love him more and leave me.
Why would I want to share her? I think that 'Girly magazines' and erotica in Penthouse sparked a kinky chord in my mind. And after watching porn, wouldn't be kinky to watch live porn with my wife as the star? Along with that, the crazed pride a man might feel that another man wanted his wife, confirms her level of desirability.
My wife took advantage of a free pass I gave her. It proved she wanted to experience another man. The downside was first, I didn't meet him, and second, I would've wanted to share her with him, and give her a threesome. Despite giving her the free pass, when she told me, I was surprised; I had no idea where that came from. But we spent that weekend in bed fucking like crazy. What the hell? Since then, we've often used that reality/fantasy during sex, with great results.
Although it was a long read, it was certainly worth the trip. I congratulate you on a job well done. Here's to Michelle!
Anonymousover 2 years agoMy wife found this, and we both enjoyed it tremendously. This was an incredibly romantic story, was laced with psychological tension, and it steamed with eroticism. We both related well to it. My wife is much like Michelle.
She was raised in a good family, her mother closely advised her on how to be a lady, she is petite, gorgeous, and was quite sheltered when I met her in her home in Santiago, Chile. She was only 16, when I met her, and our courtship was carefully supervised by her aunties.
I was a 26-year-old, successful, international businessman. With our ten-year age difference, I knew I could mold her into the kind of sexual being I wanted. We married on her 18th birthday, I popped her cherry on our honeymoon which, was tender and loving. We happily settled into married life.
She came from a traditional Catholic, Chilean, Spanish speaking family. My being a bi-lingual, successful, white guy, I was able to nurture her submissive side that respected authority and strong men. Little by little I lead her into our Secret Garden, and we playfully enjoyed building it together.
There was nothing I enjoyed more than seeing her encounter sexual emotions that she had never imagined that she had. Latina girls like to look good, they are generally man-pleasers, and I was able to parley those into getting to accept her exhibitionist side and getting her to accept her strong sexual desires.
Now, after 15 years of marriage, I have totally corrupted her. She has entertained at poker parties, danced sexily with other men, gone out on dates, and fucked many other men. Once, when she was flat on her back, with her legs up over a man’s shoulders, fucking away she looked over at me and blew me a ‘thank you’ kiss. Later, when we were all alone, she asked me, “How did you know? How did you know that I had an inner slut?”
I gave her a hug and said, “The first day I met you I knew we would get married when you came of age! And I knew by the time you were twenty I’d have you fucking other men!” She giggled and replied, “I was, and still am, so prim and proper. But I guess you saw right through that disgues, and brought out the slut in me. Thank you!”
In closing, we thank you for your extremely well written story. It was tender, loving, and oh so sexy! Every couple is capable of building their Secret Garden. Your garden was absolutely beautiful!
BeauReadyabout 3 years agoExtremely superficial; trite; far too long - needs decent editing; characters are flat & 2-dimensional - cartoon-like.
Anonymousover 4 years agoA lot of work went into writing this story. It's a shame there was nothing original about it. Cucks need to stop labeling their stories as "loving wives" when it's just plain old slut wives made that way by unrealistic husbands. The first five paragraphs were phenomenal. Including the part where she withdraws when another man starts to flirt with her. But then it just took a nose dive after they got to the beach. This story was incredibly fake and the characters fit the same stupid trope you see 1000 times on literotica. It's just another trash reluctant hotwife with a cuck husband novel.
