My husband and I decided we wanted to keep our little arrangement with Patrick going. Our first experience had been overwhelmingly positive, leaving both of us thoroughly titillated and hungry for more. I knew Patrick would agree to another night of fun, but I texted him and played coy anyway, saying “My husband wants us to play again. He really wants me to fuck you” 

Patrick was elated and responded by saying, “Damn Jessica, your husband is crazy, but I’m so down.” 

To make a long story short we made plans for Saturday, June 1, 2024. My husband dropped me off at Patrick’s apartment a little after 5 pm that afternoon. He lives on the 15th floor in a luxury apartment with a great view of downtown. 

Patrick and I had been texting all week long — well, more like teasing each other endlessly. My husband had been texting him too, candidly telling him how excited I was. Needless to say, all three of us were incredibly aroused by the time Saturday night rolled around. I arrived wearing a tight mini-dress and heels. I had a change of clothes in my bag along with two sets of lingerie and my favorite vibrator. We pulled up next to Patrick’s apartment building and waited in the car while he came down to get me. He was wearing navy blue dress pants and a white polo shirt. He waved, approached the car, and opened my door. We all exchanged pleasantries, then he grabbed my hand and helped me out of the car before looking me up and down and saying, “Damn, Jessica, you look stunning!” 

He took my bag, then leaned into the car and shook my husband’s hand. He told him where we were going to dinner, the bar we might go to after, and said he’d share his location with my husband after we left the apartment. 

“Don’t worry, she’ll be safe with me. I won’t take my eyes off her,” he said. 

“I appreciate that,” my husband replied. “I hope you two have a great time tonight.” 

“Oh I think we will,” Patrick said with a smile. 

I leaned in and kissed my husband. We exchanged I love you’s, then he whispered, “Be safe, have fun.” 

Patrick and I made our way up to his apartment. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us he pulled me in and kissed me. He hiked my dress up and grabbed my ass with his free hand, then began rubbing my pussy through my panties. We made out for the entire elevator ride and quickly hurried to his apartment once the doors opened. We were ready to devour each other. 

Once we got inside Patrick dropped my bag by the door and we immediately started making out again. He ran his hands all over my body, caressing my breasts and forcefully grabbing my ass. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me, so I reached down and began rubbing him. 

“I want to suck your cock,” I said before pushing Patrick against the wall and dropping to my knees in front of him. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His throbbing cock was desperately trying to escape his underwear as I began gently kissing him. Eventually, I pulled his underwear down too, and started kissing the underside of his shaft. 

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” I said. 

“Me too, Jessica,” he replied. 

“Do you think we should take some pictures for your husband?” 

I smiled and told Patrick to grab my phone from my purse. He kicked his pants off from his ankles, quickly grabbed the phone, and returned to his place against the wall. I told him my passcode as I began sucking the tip of his penis. 

“Oh, my god,” He moaned. 

I slowly took his cock into my mouth while looking up at him as he began taking photos. I felt absolutely devilish — completely overcome with an utterly intoxicating sexual charge and an insatiable desire to please him with my mouth. I sucked him greedily and eagerly, as if there was nothing more important in the world at that moment. Patrick switched from still photos to video and began filming. I had my hands on his thighs as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. 

“Good girl,” he said softly. 

I looked up at him with wild eyes, grabbed the base of his cock with both hands and took as much of him into my little mouth as I could before gagging. 

“Fuck!” He exclaimed. 

I slapped his cock on my tongue a few times, smiled, then tried deepthroating him again. I knew the camera was still rolling and all I could think about was my husband watching me worship Patrick’s cock. The thought of him completely awestruck and slackjawed, while simultaneously lusting after me turned me on like crazy. 

Patrick sent the clip and all the photos to my husband, noting that it hadn’t even been 10 minutes since he dropped me off. I could tell Patrick was already having the time of his life.

“I need you inside me,” I said. 

Patrick grabbed my hand and led me over to his couch. We kissed a few times and quickly took our clothes off, then he sat on the couch while I climbed on top of him. His cock was still wet from the blowjob and my pussy was dripping, but I was still a tiny bit nervous about taking him. I grabbed his cock and slowly guided it into my pussy.

Patrick is the biggest lover I’ve ever had and he’s significantly bigger than my husband. I gasped as his tip entered me, slowly spreading my lips apart. 

“Fuck,” I whimpered, “you’re so big.” 

“Just go slow.” 

By using my body weight to lower myself and slowly rolling my hips back and forth, I was able to get more and more of Patrick’s 8.5” into my pussy, letting him slide deeper and deeper with each thrust. I had almost forgotten what it was like to take a dick that big. The stretch was a little painful at first, but eventually, my body unfurled and I was able to take all of him without issue. The tightness and fullness was delightful, as he was able to activate so much more of my body than I was accustomed to. 

I started bouncing faster, sliding up and down his cock at a steady pace. I couldn’t help but notice just how much extra room I had to maneuver. Compared to my husband, I could take Patrick much deeper and bounce higher without having to worry about him slipping out. 

Patrick began sucking on my nipples while I rode him, which sent me into overdrive. I bounced on his cock while gyrating my hips back and forth, letting him touch and fill every inch of me. His cock was stimulating my g-spot, which felt amazing, and combined with the sensation of him nibbling on my nipples, it didn’t take long for me to orgasm. My legs shook as my pussy tightened around his cock and a wave of euphoria came over me. Before I could even catch my breath, Patrick pulled me in close and began forcefully thrusting his cock into me. He fucked me hard and fast for another minute or two until he came deep inside me. I could feel his cock twitch and spasm as he filled me. 

We kissed a few times, then Patrick looked at his watch and said we had to get moving, otherwise we’d be late for our reservation. We threw our clothes back on, I did my best to clean up some of the cum leaking out of my pussy, and then we raced downstairs to catch an Uber to the restaurant. I had been unbelievably horny when I arrived at his apartment that night, the kind of horny that makes you want to hump a pillow or text someone you know you shouldn’t. It felt like everything for the last two years had been leading up to this moment — getting to know my husband’s fantasies, playing with toys, role-playing, dancing with a stranger, sucking Patrick’s cock back in April — and what a crescendo this was! 

This was undoubtedly the most thrilling sexual experience of my life for several reasons. The taboo nature of the situation was one level. I’m a married woman sleeping with a man who is not my husband. The fact that my husband was not only aware of our tryst, but was encouraging it was another level, and I think that dynamic excited Patrick the most. I was the forbidden fruit he wasn’t supposed to taste, but my husband was offering me up to him on a silver platter. The fact that Patrick and I had a history together was yet another level. We had great sex together back then and the prospect of experiencing that again excited both of us. And of course, Patrick’s size is also a factor to consider. We all knew he was bigger than my husband and we all knew that’s partly why we propositioned him. Under normal circumstances, no woman would admit their fondness for big dicks to their average-sized partner, but these were not normal circumstances! My husband wanted me to indulge, and he wanted Patrick to enjoy me as well. I can only imagine what kind of ego trip it must’ve been. He seemed to love knowing that he was giving me something my husband couldn’t. And I won’t lie, I loved it too. Thankfully our night wasn’t over and neither of us was close to having our fill of each other.

As soon as we got in the Uber Patrick’s phone began buzzing — it was my husband, texting him in response to the photos he had received minutes earlier. Patrick read the texts, smiled, and then showed me his phone. 

“Thank you so much for sharing those with me” 

“I nearly crashed the car when I saw them” 

“Looks like you two are having fun!” 

We both giggled in the backseat. He put his phone back in his pocket and then placed his hand on my thigh. 

“Jessica, I just want you to know I’m having so much fun right now,” he whispered. 

“Well that makes two of us,” I said. 

Seeing the texts from my husband had me feeling some type of way. The knowledge that he was likely sitting at home ogling the photos of videos of me eagerly devouring Patrick’s cock made me feel so naughty. I just imagined him a horny mess touching himself and patiently waiting for more. Strange as it may seem it made me feel sexy and desired. Add to that the fact that I sucked Patrick with a level of enthusiasm my husband hadn’t seen in a long time, and I was feeling like I could do no wrong. My husband had given me permission to let loose and embrace my inner slut, and he was seemingly enamored with the result. I felt like a goddess. And if I hadn’t been so hungry and excited for a fancy cocktail I probably would’ve suggested Patrick and I just stay in bed all night. 

Alas, we arrived at a dimly lit, upscale restaurant downtown. As we walked inside I could feel some of Patrick’s cum leaking out of my pussy and running down my inner thigh. Thankfully we were seated quickly and I used my napkin to quietly clean myself up. The restaurant had a soft, intimate vibe. We had been seated at a small table towards the back, which was perfect. Patrick ordered my cucumber martini for me, which might seem like an innocuous detail, but little things like that made me feel special and made him seem like a true gentleman. Even though our relationship was purely physical, he still treated me with the utmost respect and dignity. That only made me want to pounce on him more. 

Our conversation quickly turned sexual and he admitted to having some burning questions for me. Firstly, he wanted to know whose idea it was to contact him of all people. I told him the truth: it was my husband’s idea. That surprised him. He asked a few more questions about my husband and I’s relationship, what we wanted long term, and how long we expected to do the hotwife thing. We also reminisced about our time together and laughed about his “bona fide power move” of changing into his swim trunks in front of me just days after we first met. I also admitted to telling all my girlfriends about his huge dick shortly after that happened. 

After eating, having a few drinks, and engaging in a rousing conversation we were itching to get back to his apartment. Our initial plan was to eat and head to a nearby bar, but we decided to skip the drinks and just go home, though we did order a dessert to go. We got back around 7:30 pm and wasted no time getting down to business. We went straight to the bedroom and began making out. 

Patrick unzipped my dress and peeled it off me. He ran his hands all over my body, grabbing and caressing me while telling me how sexy I was. I wanted him so badly. Patrick took his clothes off and said, “I want to see your pretty little lips around my cock again.” He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back while I sucked him. He watched my every move, savoring each moment of pleasure. We locked eyes as I slowly guided his cock in and out of my mouth. 

After a few minutes, Patrick leaned forward, kissed me, then stood up and pulled me to my feet. We kissed passionately as he grabbed my ass with both hands, then he pushed me onto the bed in doggy. He buried his face in my ass and began eating my pussy from the back. I was totally caught off guard, but my god was it hot. He seemed ravenous, insatiable, like he couldn’t get enough of me. 

Then I felt the tip of his cock press against my pussy. He pushed inside slowly, going deeper and deeper and deeper. He felt amazing in that position. And I don’t know what came over him, but he picked up the pace very quickly, fucking me hard and deep. All I could do was moan and grip the sheets with white knuckles as he used my pussy. He fucked me like that for several minutes before getting on the bed and pulling me on top of him. I rode him in cowgirl while he ran his hands all over my body. Then he sat up to kiss me and suck on my nipples while I continued bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t long until I had my second orgasm of the night. 

Patrick’s cock was so hard and I was loving the way he felt inside of me. I didn’t want the fun to end. I rode him slowly for a few more minutes after I came, then I pushed him back onto the bed and got in a squat position, bracing myself against him by putting my hands on his chest. I lowered myself onto his cock, taking all of him inside of me. Patrick clasped his hands behind his head and watched as I used him for my pleasure. I rode him like that until my thighs were burning. 

Eventually, I collapsed on top of him and let him take control again. He grabbed my ass with both hands and began slowly exploring every inch of my pussy with his cock. He’d push his cock into me, then draw it out slowly until just the tip was inside, then he’d drive it back inside as deep as he could while rolling his hips. 

Patrick threw me onto my back and got on top of me. He started fingering me with one hand and using the other to rub little circles on my clit. I writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he pleasured me with his fingers. Then he spread some spit on his cock and pushed it into my pussy again. He leaned forward to lay on top of me. Feeling his weight, knowing that I was completely trapped and at his mercy sent a jolt of excitement through my body. He started with slow, deep thrusts kissing my neck while whispering in my ear, but I wanted more. 

“Harder,” I whispered. 

Patrick leaned back and smirked at me. He then lifted my legs up, pinning my knees up toward my chest, and started fucking me hard and deep. 

“Gimme that big dick,” I taunted. 

He started hammering my pussy relentlessly while I begged him to cum inside me. I hadn’t been fucked like that in a very long time. So long, in fact, that I had kinda forgotten what it felt like to be completely overpowered, manhandled, and used like a toy. My husband is a great lover, but he’s too much of a sweetheart to fuck me like that. And while I generally prefer passionate lovemaking, it’s fun to get fucked like a porn star every now and then. 

Patrick came in my pussy again and collapsed on top of me. I could still feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside of me while we kissed. 

“God, I love this pussy,” he whispered. 

He laid beside me and we chatted for a few minutes, mostly about how great the sex was. I may have admitted that I missed his size. We started kissing and I reached for his dick, only to feel him getting hard. 

“Are you ready to go again?” I asked. 

“I think I need a couple of minutes,” he replied. 

We decided to take a little break and eat the dessert we had brought home from the restaurant. We walked into the kitchen completely naked, grabbed some spoons from a drawer, and started eating our slice of cake. After a few bites, Patrick took some frosting and smeared it on my nipple with his finger. 

“Oh, let me get that for you,” he said before pulling me in and licking the frosting off of me. 

Next thing I knew we were kissing in between bites of cake. Despite having had sex twice already (and having two amazing orgasms) I still wanted more of him. All of the anticipation leading up to our date had me exceptionally horny and craving sex like a teenager. Patrick let me have the last few bites of cake. He stood behind me, kissing my shoulders and my neck. I could feel his cock pressed up against my ass. I told him I wanted to slip into something sexy and he opted to jump in the shower and rinse off while I changed.

I slipped into a black lace bra and garter belt while Patrick was in the shower. I didn’t even bother putting on the panties because I knew they’d be coming off immediately. A few moments later the bathroom door opened and he stepped out. He took one look at me and said, “Oh my god, you look amazing!” 

Without hesitation, he started touching me, grabbing my ass, spanking me, and twirling me around. His compliments made me feel sexy, but his actions made me feel irresistible. He spun me around, bent me over the bed, and buried his face in my ass for the second time that night. He spread my cheeks with both hands while licking, sucking, and rubbing my pussy all over his face. I loved his unabashed appetite and confidence. He touched me like I was his, and in some sense I was. 

I let him eat my pussy for a few minutes before suggesting we 69. Patrick lay down on the bed and I straddled his face before leaning over to suck him. Before long he was sucking on my clit while gently guiding two fingers in and out of my pussy in a swirling motion. It felt amazing and that only made me want to please him more. I alternated between vigorously bobbing my head up and down on his cock and trying to deepthroat. I’d take as much of him as I could, then wiggle my head from side to side in an attempt to shimmy even more of him into my mouth. Hearing him moan and feeling the vibrations of that moan ripple through my pussy had me gushing. We pleasured each other like that for at least 5 minutes before I finally told him I needed his cock inside of me. 

I climbed off of him and asked, “How do you want me?” 

“Doggy,” he commanded. 

I assumed the position, arching my back and presenting myself to him at the edge of the bed. Patrick spanked me, rubbed his cock between my cheeks, and teased my pussy with the tip before saying, “We should probably take some more pictures for your husband, don’t you think?” 

I giggled and said, “I think he’d appreciate that.” 

Patrick told me not to move a muscle while he grabbed my phone from the other room. When he came back he started taking pictures of me from behind. He put one hand on my ass while snapping photos from his perspective as if to subtly imply she’s mine. I looked back to see him holding the phone up with both hands, trying to get the angle just right. He was hard as a rock with the biggest grin on his face. 

“Your ass is so fucking perfect,” he said before taking a few more pictures. 

I wiggled my ass and said, “Come fuck me already.” 

Patrick grinned, spit on his fingers, and wet the tip of his dick. A few moments later I heard my phone chime as he started filming. He slapped his cock on my ass, then slid into my pussy. He made several slow, shallow thrusts before pulling out, slapping his cock on my ass a few more times, and entering me again. This time he went deep and I couldn’t help but shudder and let out a little whimper. He pulled his cock all the way out again, teased my pussy with the tip, and slid back in. He started giving me deep, rhythmic thrusts. 

With the camera still rolling, I looked back and gave him the most sultry look I could muster. Knowing I was on video really brought out my naughty side, prompting me to say, “Fuck, you’re so deep,” while looking back at the camera. 

Patrick filmed for about 2 minutes before tossing my phone on the bed. Next thing I knew he pulled both of my arms back behind my body and started fucking me hard and fast. I was completely immobilized — all I could do was hang on for dear life as he used me. 

After pounding me for a few minutes, he stopped and gave me a few slow and deep strokes before pulling out, dropping to his knees, and burying his face in my pussy again. He licked and sucked my pussy lips, then stood up and slid back inside me.

“Use my cock, baby girl.” 

Patrick stood still and let me take over. I began sliding my pussy back and forth on his cock, slowly increasing the tempo and changing the angle until I found the sweet spot. He was right where I wanted him — steadily stimulating my g-spot and lightly hitting my a-spot at the bottom of each thrust. It was some of the most intense pleasure I experienced that night and it didn’t take long for me to have another leg-shaking orgasm. 

After I came I rolled over onto my back. Patrick leaned in and we kissed a few times. I reached down and stroked his cock while we made out. Then he stood up and guided himself back into my pussy. I lifted my head up and propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch his dick sliding in and out of me. Seeing this giant cock disappear into my little body was so hot.

Patrick grabbed my thighs, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. When he slid inside of me I noticed a little bump near my bellybutton. It disappeared when he pulled out but returned as soon as he entered me again. 

“Is that your dick?” I said, pointing to the little bulge. 

“I think so,” he said with a smile. 

He thrust inside me again as I ran my hands over my belly. I could literally feel his cock from the outside. 

“Holy shit, you’re literally in my stomach.” 

I was amazed. I had never seen anything like that before. Patrick reached for my phone and started filming again. I held my legs back as he plunged his cock into me again and again. My pussy was so wet and creamy that his cock was glistening. I watched his face as he filmed his dick sliding in and out of me and couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking at that moment. All I knew was that he was enjoying himself. 

After filming for a minute or two, Patrick put the phone aside. He put his hands behind my knees and pinned them against the mattress. Then he started giving it to me hard and fast while I rubbed my clit. He gave my pussy an absolute beating and quickly sent me over the edge into another orgasm. 

Once I came he stopped, leaned over, and started kissing me with his dick still pulsing inside of me. He told me to wrap my arms and legs around him, then he lifted me off the bed. He held me up in the air and started bouncing me on his dick — a move my husband surely couldn’t do. It was unexpected, and exciting, and made me feel so dainty and vulnerable. The fact that he could pick me up and manhandle me with ease was a potent display of masculinity, and I totally loved it.

Patrick spun around and put my back against the way. My hands were wrapped around his neck with my legs around his waist as he held onto my butt. Despite the somewhat aggressive appearance of the position, he didn’t go super deep or hard. Instead, it was a welcomed moment of tenderness. We made out as he delicately penetrated me. 

A few minutes later he laid me back down on the bed. He started kissing me from my lips down to my neck, chest, and stomach until he reached my inner thigh. He kissed my pussy and gently sucked on my clit. I loved how he could go from one extreme to the other while we were having sex. One minute he was pounding me into the mattress and making my eyes roll back in my head; the next he was planting delicate little kisses on my pussy. 

Then he pushed me on my side so we could spoon. We spent a good 10 minutes in that position, alternating from hard and fast to slow and smooth. He had his hands all over me, caressing my back and my butt while holding one of my legs up. He made me cum again before finally cumming inside me for a third time that night. 

We lay there for a while after he came, just talking and cuddling. He couldn’t stop telling me how sexy I was and how much fun he was having. I told him the feeling was mutual. Reconnecting with him had been so much fun and I distinctly remember thinking, “I’m so glad I agreed to do this.” 

It had been a long time since I had a night like this with anyone. That’s not to say my husband and I don’t have a great sex life — we do — but anyone who has been in a long-term relationship knows that the honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever. It takes work to keep that spark alive, and while we still had an intense love and attraction for one another, we didn’t quite have the same level of enthusiasm as we did earlier in our relationship. I felt like I was getting to re-experience that spark with Patrick. I felt butterflies and lust, I didn’t know what to expect or what was coming next. Everything was new, novel, and exciting again. 

Needless to say, I was having a wonderful time, despite not having a strong emotional bond with Patrick. Honestly, it just felt good to let loose and embrace my carnal desires. By this point in the night, my pussy was pretty beat up. I wasn’t used to having multiple rounds back-to-back, I wasn’t used to very rough sex, and I definitely wasn’t accustomed to taking a big dick anymore. I knew it was getting late, but I didn’t want the night to end. And while I was pretty satisfied already, I was also feeling greedy. I wanted to make the most of what little time we had left. 

“Do you want to go again?” I asked with a devious smile. 

“You’re insatiable,” he joked. “I’m not sure if my dick will cooperate, but we can try.”

“I think I can persuade him,” I replied. 

Patrick and I hopped in the shower together, which quickly turned into a make-out session. I stroked his cock while telling him how badly I wanted him to fuck me one more time before he drove me home. To no one’s surprise, he started getting hard so I spun around and wiggled my butt against him. Moments later he slid his cock inside me and started fucking me against the wall in the shower. I looked through the foggy shower door and watched our silhouettes in the bathroom mirror. Patrick is much taller and broader than my husband and I couldn’t help but be turned on by the fact that I looked extremely petite in comparison. 

He fucked me for a few more minutes before saying, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to cum again.” 

“That’s okay,” I said, “Your cock feels amazing.” 

A few moments later I asked, “Is there anything I can do to help you cum?” 

“Well,” he said, “I wouldn’t mind seeing your pretty little lips around my cock again.” 

We stepped out of the shower and dried off, then I folded my towel and put it on the floor in front of Patrick before dropping to my knees. I gently ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock before taking him into my mouth and focusing all my effort on making him feel good. I licked, kissed, stroked, and sucked him eagerly while looking up at him and whispering all kinds of naughty things. Patrick put both hands on his head while I continued working on his cock and said, “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening right now.” 

“Are you in heaven?” I asked with a smile. 

“You are so sexy and naughty, Jessica. I love it.” 

I sucked him for at least 5 minutes before he pulled me to my feet, kissed me, and guided me back to his bed. He told me to ride him in reverse cowgirl. Admittedly that’s usually not a position I enjoy because the angle is a little weird, but I didn’t object because I wanted to show him a good time and had said I’d do whatever he wanted if it meant he’d fuck me again. 

Patrick took my phone and began filming as I guided his cock into my pussy. I took him slowly, leaning forward and grinding my hips back and forth. I worked up to a steady, consistent rhythm while he laid back and enjoyed the sight of my pussy swallowing his cock over and over again. He spanked me a few times, prompting me to look over my shoulder at him and smile. I felt like the sexiest little nymph, effortlessly taking his big cock and pleasing him exactly how he wanted. I rode him like that for several minutes until he decided he wanted to take back control. 

We switched to doggy and Patrick immediately began fucking me hard and deep. He spanked me, pulled my hair, and pushed my face into the mattress. All I could do was whimper and moan while he pounded me. He had already cum three times that night, so I knew it was going to take quite a bit of stimulation to get him over the finish line again. I completely surrendered and let him use my body like a toy for his pleasure, and in response, he unleashed an absolutely primal side of himself in pursuit of orgasm. 

He fucked the shit out of me until finally cumming deep in my pussy for the fourth time. I was completely worn out after that. I was sore, overstimulated, and ready to pass out. Patrick and I lay in bed for a few minutes before calling it a night. I cleaned myself up, put on a change of clothes, and gathered my things. Then he drove me back home to my husband. 

During the car ride, Patrick showered me with compliments and told me the sex was likely the best he’d ever had. Even though my husband wasn’t present I still feel a little guilty admitting I felt the same way. The sex was objectively great though. As I said previously, the night’s circumstances made for a very unique experience and we were both overflowing with anticipation. I was simultaneously hooking up with someone new for the first time in a long time, reconnecting with an old flame, getting to experience a big dick again, doing something super taboo, and making my husband’s biggest fantasy come true. All of that made for an especially potent sexual cocktail. And even though I felt guilty, I couldn’t deny the fact that I had a great time. 

Part of my guilt stemmed from the fact that I gave Patrick everything that night. I submitted to him completely. I dropped to my knees the second we got inside his apartment and sucked his dick with an eagerness few have seen, including my husband. The build-up, the excitement, the flirting, and the sexual tension — it was captivating and I let go of all my inhibitions. I let Patrick use my body like a toy for his pleasure. He fucked me all over his apartment and in a variety of different positions. He worked my pussy from every possible angle, explored every inch of my body, and fucked me harder and longer than my husband ever has. The realization that he was deeper inside of me than my husband had ever been seriously turned me on too. There are parts of my body Patrick has touched that my husband can’t even reach. And he didn’t just touch, he wrecked me. I was sore before we even left his apartment and I was so stretched out. 

Having sex with him again reminded me of our first experience many moons ago. I distinctly remember texting a girlfriend after we had sex for the first time and telling her about his dick, only for her to reply, “Omg how are you not broken?” 

I never would’ve guessed I’d be back in Patrick’s bed again one day, but I wasn’t complaining. Anyway, he pulled into the driveway and we said our goodbyes. He told me again how much fun he had and said he’d love to do it again sometime. I kissed him and went inside to my husband. 

I was extremely nervous walking back into our house. My husband seemed fine based on the texts we had exchanged earlier in the night, but I was still fearful he might be upset or regretful. He greeted me at the door, pulled me close, and kissed me. I could tell almost immediately he was a horny mess, which didn’t surprise me. He had spent the last several hours patiently waiting for me to return with his imagination running wild, fueled by the pictures and videos we had sent him throughout the night. 

His first question was, “Are you okay?” followed by, “Did you have fun?” 

I answered him honestly, telling him that I was happy, satisfied, and very sore. Our conversation quickly moved to the bedroom where we cuddled together while I told him about my night. He wanted to know everything, so I recounted my evening in great detail while he listened closely and asked questions. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me the entire time. He was extremely aroused by everything I told him, but it felt wrong to expose every intimate detail about the sex I had with Patrick. Even though this was the second time I’d had sexual contact with him and my husband was eager to hear all about it, I still had a mental block. Whether that obstacle was an innate tendency or a conditioned response, I don’t know. 

Either way, telling my partner about the sex I had with another man felt very taboo. Frankly, I’d met men in the past who would get jealous at the mere mention of an ex-boyfriend, yet my husband was delighted to learn about all the dirty things I’d done. I reluctantly told him everything without censoring myself or omitting any details. He picked up on my hesitancy and assured me again that he was okay with everything I was saying. When I told him how many times Patrick made me cum he was impressed and responded by asking, “I’ve never made you cum that many times, have I?” 

“I don’t think so,” I said. 

To which he replied, “Well, I’m not surprised. I had a feeling you liked big ones more than you let on.” 

“He just knows how to use it,” I said. 

I could sense a pang of jealousy in him, but he also seemed to find secondhand enjoyment in the knowledge that I’d had such an intense sexual experience, even if it wasn’t with him. This is the thing I have the most difficulty understanding. If roles were reversed and my husband admitted to enjoying sex with another woman I’d be overcome with jealousy. And if he told me she pleased him in ways I couldn’t, I’d be seething. The more I’ve thought about this the more I’ve come to realize my husband has put me on a pedestal above himself. He thinks I deserve the world, which is sweet, but buying into his fantasy endorses the belief that he is not enough for me, which is not true. I don’t feel the need to explain why my husband is enough for me — the fact that I married him should be proof positive — I just want to call attention to the veritable tightrope I’m walking. 

His hotwife fantasy stems from past trauma. The only way he was able to cope with that trauma was to fetishize it. His ex had cheated on him so he learned to enjoy the idea of his partner with other men. I may not have been going behind his back and disrespecting our relationship as she did, but I was still having sex with someone my husband saw as more masculine, more desirable, and more capable. If I outright agreed with that assessment I feared I’d be hurting him by validating his insecurities. If I disagreed, I feared I might be raining on his parade. He said from the outset that the most important thing, aside from safety, was ensuring that I was having a good time. Truthfully I was having a great time, but I didn’t want to seem like I was enjoying myself too much.

Navigating this complicated emotional minefield was difficult, and the only way I knew how to reconcile with my feelings was to have sex with my husband. Telling him about my night with Patrick quickly turned into kissing and then sex. My husband pulled off my yoga pants and panties, then climbed on top of me. He gently slid his cock inside me and the first thing he said was, “oh my god, you’re so stretched out.” 

I just smiled and pulled him close. We locked lips as he made soft, slow love to me. I felt my heart flutter as he penetrated me. It was as if all my fear and guilt melted away in that moment. My husband was displaying his love for me in the most literal sense. He wasn’t just accepting me and what I’d done; he was actively desiring me, consuming me, and reassuring me. As strange as it may seem, it was some of the most passionate sex we’ve had in recent memory. I felt loved, secure, validated. He had let me go off and have a wild night with someone else, and despite that he still wanted me and me alone. We didn’t do any crazy positions or have a marathon, we simply made love. And when it was all said and done my heart felt so full. 

After we had sex I washed my face and went to bed. I was completely exhausted. 

The next morning I woke up and made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I sat down to take a pee I was met with a level of soreness I hadn’t felt in a very long time. It literally hurt to pee and I quickly realized my little pussy was in desperate need of some serious TLC. I ended up taking a hot bath that morning. If there was ever a time to justify the use of a $10 Lush bath bomb, surely this was it. 

In the days following my date with Patrick my husband and I had a lot of great sex. This same thing happened after our first encounter too, but it still struck me as a curious thing. I was quite fond of his desire to reclaim me, especially since he was exclusively focused on my pleasure. I guess I just find the male psyche interesting. It seemed my night with Patrick had reignited my husband’s competitive side. 

What I found more interesting was their budding friendship. I know my husband was a little bit intimidated by Patrick’s sexual prowess, but that didn’t seem to stop him from wanting to be his friend. He seemed to delight in the fact that Patrick had shown me a good time and even went as far as telling Patrick that himself. 

My husband loved all the photos and videos we’d taken for him that night. He shared some of his favorites with Patrick. The two of them even had a lengthy chat discussing nearly every detail of the sex we had. My husband was jealous, but he also saw it as an opportunity to live vicariously through Patrick. He was very curious to learn more about “big dick sex,” as he called it. After all, size is the focal point of his fantasy. Letting me sleep with Patrick, seeing photos of videos of us going at it, then talking to both of us afterwards was about the closest he could get to the action. 

A part of me will never truly understand how he can enjoy hearing details like that from me or another man, but I don’t think I need to understand. It’s his fantasy and he’s enjoying himself. The things I crave are just different. Besides, we’ve found an arrangement that satisfies both of us and we can’t wait to see what’s next.