My Husband Brian

I love my husband, Brian. But, dear God, he is boring…

We met while struggling in varsity. I was a hippie yet sexy English Literature student, and he was the nerdy Accounting student. Our worlds collided at a Varsity Rugby game on my final year's first day back on campus. We were both in line to buy snacks at halftime, and he was short about R10 of the money he needed to pay for his meal. I offered to cover what he was missing, with no intention of seeing the man again, and he promised to pay me back. Two weeks later, he spotted me eating with my friends at the campus cafeteria and asked me out on a date so he could pay me back. “Free meal”, I thought. Over ten years later, I’m his happy but bored housewife.

Our marriage is open on my end, meaning I could fuck whomever I wanted as long as I told Brian everything. From what I wore on my sex-capades to the positions I assumed while getting fucked. Brian wants to know every dirty detail, which used to creep me out in the past, but there’s something about seeing him get excited about my pleasure that’s endearing enough to indulge him. He allows me to play with others because I spend most of my days caring for our two teenage children and managing our home. Sometimes a bitch needs an unfamiliar, detached dick to take the edge off while he works hard to support our family. This works wonders for our sex life because my husband uses my stories to learn how to lay pipes better. He’s not bad, don’t get me wrong. We like the idea of looking forward to enjoying each other whenever we’re not.

He’s been away for work in the last few weeks, and in the meantime, I’ve been fucking our garden manager. The poor man thinks my husband is unaware of our rendezvous, so he’s been over-performing in the hopes that our sexual relationship would turn into something more. The over-performance is tiring, and I miss Brian, so you can imagine the excitement dripping from my pussy when Brian comes home from his trip. He’s brought shopping bags with expensive things for the babies and me (as usual), but one bag caught my attention. It was black and plain. No label, no branding. I asked Brian what was in there, and he said it was a surprise. Brian isn’t one to surprise me, nor is he one to keep secrets. There was also a different demeanour about him this time. He seemed less feeble and meek and more confident and happy.

“Honey, what do you think about bringing a third person into our sex life? A woman, preferably.” For a moment, I was convinced that Brian was on crack because what did he mean he was considering bringing another woman into our bedroom? He noticed the frown on my face and immediately stepped up to me to embrace me. He assured me that the encounter would happen once, and I’d get to choose who the other woman was. She won’t be a part of our marriage in any other way than to satisfy and be satisfied by both of us. Brian’s happiness is my priority. I love him and hadn’t tried a threesome before — so I obliged.

A few days later, I spotted a young woman working at the boutique I frequent. She was medium height, curvy in the right places and had a beautiful face. The part of her physique I appreciated most was her ass. It jiggled when she walked and was shaped beautifully. I immediately thought to take a sneaky picture of her to send to Brian. “I think she would be perfect for us”, I texted Brian. He just responded with a thumbs-up emoji, and immediately, I approached her to suss out her vibe. Mandisa was sweet and eager to help me find the perfect dress for my imaginary date night with my husband. “You know, I’ve never seen you here before. A beautiful girl like you should be on international runways and magazine covers. What’s your story?” She told me she’d recently moved to Cape Town from Joburg after leaving home to work a better job. She hopes to go back to varsity to qualify as an actuarial scientist. That was my opening…

“I have a proposition for you that I hope you’ll be discreet about. My husband Brian and I are looking for a playmate. We want to spice up our sex life so because you’re exactly the type of woman Brian will appreciate, I wonder if you’d be interested in being our third. I will pay you for your time if you so wish.” Without blinking, Mandisa conditionally agreed: I am to cover her tuition fees for a year of studies. I married a successful accountant so I can meet her condition with ease. We agreed on a day for her to meet Brian over dinner with me and parted ways. At our dinner, she and Brian had so much to talk about I felt like I was the third wheel. All the corporate talk had me falling asleep at the table, but what made me happy was seeing how impressed Brian was with Mandisa.

The following weekend, I sent the babies off to see Brian’s mother and set the house up to accommodate Mandisa. The guest room was cleaned meticulously, and the closet was stocked with the finest lingerie I could find for a woman like Mandisa. I hired a private chef to prepare our meals so I wouldn’t have to bother preparing her preferred food while our guest was around. Brian had on a pair of black briefs that perfectly showed off a cock print I hadn’t seen on him before. He chose black lingerie that showed off my plump, round ass and pushed my heavy, soft tits up just enough to start something nasty. The car I sent to fetch Mandisa pulled up, and I answered the door in my lingerie when she rang. She seemed surprised to see me scantily clad. All I cared about was seeing Brian appreciate her naked body. Once the formalities were done, I let her know that she had a room to herself and lingerie to choose from once she was comfortable to start playing. I then left to meet Brian in our playroom to get started on foreplay.

There was something different about the way Brian kissed me. It was passionate like a soldier returned from a ten-year-long war in a woman-free country. His ass-grabs were tighter, and he licked and sucked on my erect nipples like a starving infant. His perceived desire for me made me wetter than I’d ever been so, naturally, I rewarded my man’s horniness with head. He sat on the throne in the corner of the room, and I knelt before his exposed, erect cock. I picked it up from his lap with one hand, looked up to meet his eyes as I placed the tip of his dick on my tongue, and used my other hand to tease his man-hole… Brian knows it’s Demon Time when I reach for his ass, and tonight was no different. I started sucking on my man’s cock, gagging on its length and struggling for air because of its girth. He softly moaned when my finger rimmed and made shallow dips inside his man-hole. I could feel he was about to explode in my mouth, so I closed my eyes and stuffed my mouth with his cock, shook my head as I used him to fuck my throat and took his creamy load into my mouth.

After cleaning him up, we heard Mandisa say, ”Both of you are so hot, I need that dick in my mouth too.” She joined me on the floor and before we gave Brian twice as much brain, I kissed her. Her lips were so soft and full I couldn’t help but seductively tug on the bottom one with my teeth. This woman was slowly driving me crazy with her tits almost falling out of her white bra, her ass — shiny and round — swallowing her lace thong and the negligée that showed off her beautifully-shaped legs. I wanted to taste her other lips right then and there, but Brian commanded his angels to get him hard again. Mandisa put Brian’s cock in her mouth and had her way with him, making him moan and cuss like he’d never been fucked before. I had my tongue rimming his man-hole and my hands massaging his balls. Watching him enjoy Mandisa and seeing her passionately fuck her throat reminded me of Brian and I before the kids… Sex with this man was always bomb, but this time was different — I fucking loved it.

A fly on the wall would hear Brian in sexual bliss and smell the juices seeping from the beautiful peaches in the room. The same fly would watch Mandisa choking on Brian’s cum, my face planted between his cheeks and his hands caressing and guiding our heads as he releases his juices into our guest’s mouth. I reached out to rub on Mandisa’s ass and it felt just as I imagined: soft and squishy. I left Brian to get hard with Mandisa and lay on the ground between her legs. Her pussy was dripping through her thong, and the smell of the holy space between her legs gave me chills I’d never felt before. I moved her thong aside, grabbed her by her waist to lower her onto my face and licked on her wet mound. God, she tasted so good… I dug into her glorious groin with my tongue and lips, and I could hear her moaning whenever she shook her ass in my face. My hands gave her ass all the love it needed, and I could feel her coming closer to cumming every time I spanked her. “She’s just like me!”, I thought to myself. I got to fuck a woman who’s just like me with the man I love — life couldn’t possibly be better at this point.

She stopped sucking on Brian and gave in to my efforts at making her cream all over my face. “Let’s go, baby, give in to me… Let me taste the relief.” I said. In a matter of seconds, she clenched her cheeks and let out a loud moan as I ate her out. I felt her juices pouring out of her… Sticky, warm and sweet… Brian joined us on the floor, lifting my legs to eat me out in front of Mandisa. She’s enjoying me, I’m enjoying Brian and Brian’s talking both of us through our orgasms. After we both came, Brian picked Mandisa up, placed her on the bed and started fucking her. He looked so good digging into her guts while rubbing on her clit. Her moans, the motion of her breasts with every thrust and his grunting got me so hot I didn’t want to disturb them. I sat on the throne, ripped my thong open and fingered my wet, juicy pussy. Watching Brian’s cock giving our guest pleasure and hearing him reprimand her when she disobeyed him made me see my man in a different light. His confidence made him sexier, his elevated level of nasty reminded me why I married him and all these feelings that have resurfaced came through as I pleasured myself in lust over my husband and our guest. Tingles raced through my body, from head to toe and my mind experienced a euphoric semi-death as I gave into my fingers inside my pussy and rubbed on my clit.

Once I opened my eyes, I saw Brian and Mandisa watching me calm down from my moment of bliss… “Sorry, was I too loud?”, I laughed.