It was a quiet but boring Saturday afternoon. Richard, at 40 years old married man, was home alone. Claire, his wife, had traveled to visit her mother and would only return the next day. However, their marriage remained solid, full of complicity, living desire, and plenty of affection. It was a good, stable, and loving life.
A Different Impulse
It had been years since Richard last masturbated. After all, his sexual routine with Claire was intense and satisfying. But on that afternoon, a curious impulse arose. First, he opened his laptop and accessed a porn site. After a few minutes, however, he closed the tab with a smile of disbelief.
“What a bore,” he thought. Nothing against those who enjoy it — there’s plenty of audience for that. It just didn’t excite him anymore.
So, he decided to do something different. He wanted to feel his own body again, without rush and without screens.
Exploring His Own Body
Richard slowly took off his clothes, feeling the air conditioning touch his skin. Then, he lay naked on the bed, on his back. At first, he ran his hands over his broad chest, squeezing his nipples that hardened quickly. Next, he moved down to his belly, exploring the softness and firmness that still resisted the years.
He also caressed the inner part of his thighs, his heavy balls, and the sensitive skin of his sack. His cock was gradually hardening, throbbing in rhythm with his breathing. However, he didn’t grab his cock right away. Instead, he rubbed his fingers around his groin and the base, feeling the pleasure spread through his abdomen and down his legs.
His breathing grew deeper. At that moment, his whole body began to heat up.
He closed his eyes and let his imagination flow freely. First came the hot memories of Claire: the delicious way she rode his cock, grinding so good, her soft moans when he sucked her wet pussy, and the naughty look she gave when she wanted to be fucked hard.
However, his mind soon traveled to other paths. He remembered a woman with a big, round ass he met on a trip years ago, sucking him with desire in the front seat of a car. Then, he recalled an intense fuck in a motel, where he took a brunette from behind, spanking her ass hard while she begged for more.
Additionally, a bolder memory surfaced: a business trip with a coworker years ago. Yes, a coworker. A man. After a night filled with drinking, the two ended up sucking each other eagerly in the hotel room. He still remembered the hot and forbidden feeling of the other man’s mouth around his cock, and how he returned the favor, feeling the other man’s cock pulsing on his own tongue. Oh, the secrecy…
Finally, he imagined two women kissing and licking each other in front of him while he watched, highly aroused. All these fantasies made his body react, slowly increasing his arousal.
The Fantasy That Aroused Him the Most
It was then that the strongest scene emerged. Richard imagined himself coming home earlier than usual. When he opened the bedroom door, he found Claire being fucked by another man — a strong guy with a thick cock. She was on all fours, arching her ass up, moaning loudly as the man thrust deep inside her, holding her hair. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room.
Surprisingly, he felt no jealousy. On the contrary, he felt an overwhelming lust.
At the same time, the fantasy completed itself: beside the bed, a young and naughty woman was sucking his cock with enthusiasm, looking up at him with needy eyes. While he watched Claire being fucked hard, the other woman swallowed his cock all the way, drooling and moaning.
Richard gripped his cock more firmly, stroking it with steady, intense movements. His entire body vibrated with pleasure.
The Pleasure Finally Explodes
The fantasy intensified. He saw Claire cumming hard on the other man’s cock, mouth open and eyes rolling back in pleasure. At the same time, the woman beside him begged him to cum on her face.
In that instant, the orgasm rose like a violent wave. Richard let out a deep, hoarse moan. His whole body contracted in powerful spasms. Thick, hot jets of cum exploded across his belly and chest, while he continued stroking himself, prolonging the pleasure until the very last spasm.
A Reflection on Desire
He lay there, breathless, sweaty, and satisfied, with a calm smile on his face. As he recovered, he thought: I still love my wife so fucking much. I still desire her as always. However, I’ve discovered that inside me there is much more desire, fantasies, and lust than I imagined.
And none of this threatened their marriage.