A Mostly Unpleasant Surprise by CloveHardwood
The following story is entirely a work of fiction. It has minor plot elements inspired by my own life, but my real-life partner, Ginger (http://abitofginger.com) has been nothing but respectful to me throughout our open marriage. This story is, in fact, driven by my fantasies of what it would be like if she wasn’t.
This is my first-ever adult story. It was meant to be a short, one-part piece to get my creative juices flowing and test the waters, but once I started I couldn’t stop and couldn’t find anything to sacrifice. In the end it had to be split into four parts to be reasonable to read, but I think it reads well that way. Please enjoy, and feel free to pass along your thoughts via email or Twitter.
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PART 1 – Linda’s Reveal
Linda and I have what you’d describe as a darn good marriage. While we married young, we were happy, and still are. And the sex is great. Well, most of the time. Early on in the relationship was really good, and constant. Over time it petered down a little bit until we started to figure out a few “new” tricks (mostly things we tried early on that we didn’t get the hang of the first time), and things improved again for a while. We’ve repeated that pattern a few times, and it works well.
A few years ago, though, while in the heat of an upswing, we started talking about what we’d do if one of us cheated on the other. She surprised me by telling me that she really never thought she could leave me even if I did, because it just didn’t seem worth it to end the relationship over that. After careful thought I realized that I simply didn’t have the balls to leave her if she did. Our relationship was too good, and I knew that even if it hurt me, I couldn’t end everything over something that is, at the end of the day, not THAT big a deal. Plus where would I go? I committed my life to this woman, and the upheaval would be too big.
Over time that discussion led us to realize that maybe instead of just agreeing we’d never leave each other if one of us cheated, we should just expressly allow it if there was no major penalty anyway. But we put a sort of don’t ask, don’t tell policy in place, so if it happens, we still try to hide it, but if one of us suspects, we don’t make a federal case out of it. Life just goes on, and the topic gets avoided.
Now on my end, I didn’t really think there was much to it beyond a loose agreement. While Linda swears I’m attractive, I don’t see it, and I don’t have much skill with the ladies. I get along well with them and can make them laugh, but I’ve never been any good at turning a fun conversation into sex. So the odds of me ever hooking up with a girl other than the one who married me and was obligated to fuck me (my self-esteem talking) were pretty slim. But having the rule there was fun because it allowed me to look at other girls a different way, with that sense of “hey, I could actually do that.”
But on Linda’s end, it was different. Linda’s gorgeous, and she gets the attention of other men very easily. She gets looks, she gets flirts, and guys fall for her. I have no idea how I landed her when what seem like better-qualified men are after her, but I did. And this never bothered me because she’s always been faithful. But with this new rule out there, I wondered. If either of us could use it easily, it was definitely her. Heck, I bet most of the guys at her job (well, when she’s forced to work from the office) would jump her in a heartbeat if she just gestured to them with her finger the right way (the rest are gay, btw).
It’s exactly that realization that got me to obsess over the topic a little bit more and start bringing it into my porn searches. I read stories about girlfriends and wives cheating on their men, I found photos and videos that claimed to be hidden camera footage of her caught in the act, and even those silly staged videos with her guy supposedly sitting on the couch while she fucks some other stud. And all this stuff was starting to turn me on. I especially noticed a pattern with much of it, of the stud cumming inside the cheating girl. What happened from there was all over the place, but it was common, and seemed to fit the big picture of either humiliating her man, or at least confirming that someone else had conquered her. This led me to find a new appreciation for creampie photos and videos, which quickly took over as my most commonly sought-after imagery for jacking off. All told, this new track, despite filling me with some odd degree of almost horror at how some of these men were treated, was also get
ing me off as much as three times a day.
Linda and I are pretty cool with each other on porn. She enjoys it too on occasion, and has no problem with me looking at it. I can leave it open on my computer without fear of her freaking out. This stuff, though, I tended to keep hidden when possible, because it was just… weird. I didn’t know how I felt about it, even though it clearly got me off, and I didn’t know what she would think about it. Still, once or twice she’d find something on there, and make a comment about it. I’d laugh it off as something I’d stumbled upon, joke that it was kind of interesting but kind of weird at the same time, and change the subject. After a few times either I got better at hiding it, or she stopped mentioning it, and the subject was dropped between us, even though I kept looking, reading, watching, and thinking.
Anyway, most of that was over the last year or so, and the overall topic hasn’t been broached since. We made the agreement we did, but it’s not gone beyond that. I see cute girls all the time that I fantasize about hooking up with, but I don’t have the balls or skill to make it happen, and Linda doesn’t seem to be any different, fucking me at least as often as before, if not more (maybe we’ve been on an upswing), and over the past few weeks has been getting more adventurous, trying things she normally wouldn’t try, or taking more initiative on her own to do fun things, like blowing me the moment I walked in the door one day. Hell, she even suggested we finally try anal for the first time, which turned out to be much easier than I expected. It’s really been great.
And that leads us up to last week. I was running a little late on my way home from work, and I texted Linda to see if she wanted me to pick up anything from the store. She wrote back “no, just come right home,” with a wink emoticon. Hehehe, sounds like she’s in a good mood. So I rushed straight home.
When I arrived, the downstairs was empty and she yelled down for me to come upstairs to the bedroom. I was happy to comply and headed right up. I found her wearing nothing but a teddy, lying on our very-rumpled bed, with similarly-rumpled hair. Must have just gotten up from a nap. Ah, the perks of working from home.
“Strip for me,” she said with a sly grin on her face unlike any I’d ever seen before. Something was up, and from her attitude it seemed like it was going to be exciting, in a bad (good) way. I chuckled and quickly stripped down until I was naked, and my already-hardening cock was starting to poke out.