My Husband’s Request

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked once more, with my legs crossed over on the couch. It was a typical Saturday evening in our household, with my husband and I chatting about his new found fetish.

“I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.” He responded, making me roll my eyes again. If he didn’t want me to do something I didn’t want to do, he shouldn’t have come up with the idea in the first place.

“Well, how do you suggest we find someone for me to do it with?” I asked, trying to change the subject away from whether or not I’d be interested in commencing this plan of his.

“I have someone in mind…” He said, though looked away, like he didn’t want me to read whatever was on his face.

“Who?” I asked. Then shook my head. “Wait… I think it’s better if you don’t tell me. It might put me off too much.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He looked back at me and grinned. Oh, god. He must’ve been planning something horrible for me… with that grin on his face.

Normally, I would’ve never agreed to something like this. The problem was, since we had two small children, we haven’t been able to enjoy each other like we used to recently. It wasn’t that we weren’t into each other anymore, it was just that we never had the time to do more than the usual. We were both also extremely exhausted working our day jobs and trying to spend as much time as possible with our kids, which made time for each other… very limited. And so, when the topic came up for our fetishes on a night where I might’ve had too much wine, he admitted to me that he’d always wanted to have a cuckolding session, where he would watch while I got my brains fucked by another man.

In all my life, I had never thought I would be okay with something like this. But… I was a grown woman now, I had my fair share of sexual experiences, and now that I’ve settled down with someone I wanted to be with, all I could think was – why not? It would make him happy, and it would just be for a night. It didn’t matter who the guy even was. I would be staring at Brian the whole time, making sure he was enjoying himself, and that was all.

Though… now that we were actually discussing this seriously, I had my hesitations. I had asked him over and over again if this was something he really wanted to do, and he had nodded eagerly, telling me that he had thought of this many times, and he would be completely okay with his wife being fucked by another man.

I had no idea why it bothered me so much… but it did. Did he not love me anymore? Would he not feel jealous about something like this? I know I would. It didn’t make any sense, but I knew that fetishes didn’t have to make a lot of sense, and that most people couldn’t explain why they were into something in particular.

I was swirling the red wine in my glass when I looked up at him and said, “fine. Let’s do it.” The joy on his face made me realize that I had made the right decision.

“So, when are we doing this?” I asked. I was going to have him in charge of everything. The only thing I would have to do is be there for the guy, be fucked by him, be beautiful while doing so, and that was all. I didn’t want to get involved in the planning process whatsoever, and I figured he would be turned on while doing so anyways. I could already see the bulge in his pants, an indication that just the idea of it was getting him going. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes again.

It seemed he already had it all planned out. There was a famous hotel in the city, sort of a 1920’s Great Gatsby style, an expensive one that’d we only been to once before when we finally decided to hire our babysitter for the weekend so we could have some time for ourselves. I had no idea why he wanted to pick something so beautiful just for a one night stand, but knowing it was a special occasion for him, I nodded my approval. At least I could enjoy the hotel experience while doing this. We would be having a fancy dinner on the 2nd floor restaurant of the hotel with the guy he picked, and then head to the hotel room and have a night of fun. He would be hiring the babysitter for that night.

Knowing that he had already planned it all out significantly, I could only express my approval and get back to my drink, my chest already tightening from the thought of all of this occurring so soon.

It will be next weekend, he told me. In one week, I would be fucked by someone other than my husband for the first time in a very long time. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it, not at all, but I braced myself, and erased all the worries from my mind. It would be happening whether I liked it or not, so I might as well try to enjoy it.

—–

I was driving home on Friday night, thinking for the hundredth time that day I should just message Brian and ask him who he picked to join us that night. It was ridiculous that I had told him I didn’t want to know. It would be better if I could imagine it happening before it happened, right? But it felt like it was too late for that… and he might not want to tell me anymore.

What if he picked someone completely attractive to me, and I actually enjoyed the experience? Would Brian regret his decision? What if afterwards, I spent a lot of time thinking about the guy, wanting more from him?

Or… what if the guy was completely disgusting to me? What if I couldn’t stand the sight of him, and decided to call the entire night off? It would be so rude, and Brian would be so disappointed in me.

I had shook the thoughts from my mind as I reached home, and I dropped my bag at the counter, sighing to myself as I realized I would have to get ready soon. After having a light snack, I travelled up to the master bedroom, and couldn’t help but stare at myself in the mirror.

I was a short woman, 5’1, with creamy somewhat pale skin, dark brown hair, and blue eyes. Honestly, without my blue eyes, I would’ve never called myself attractive. Though the men in my life seemed to think I was. I was an average size for my height, with a voluptuous bust and a pretty large ass, which I thought looked great against my waist. Brian always told me I had an infectious smile that lit up the room, and I tested that smile against the mirror, checking once more if I really agreed with him. With what was coming tonight, my smile hadn’t reached my eyes.

In contrast, my husband was 5’9, with hazel eyes, brown hair, and a cute beard, which I had told him to never remove. It looked too good on him. I thought we made a pretty good couple, though I was too mad at him right now to admit such a thing.

I was still in my work clothes, and rapidly took them off, first my long black tights, then the blazer that was one of my favorites. I was sweaty from working hard all day, and just wanted to go to the shower and relax my sore muscles a little.

After taking off all my clothes, I stared at the mirror again, and realized that I should probably shave for the occasion. I hadn’t bothered after being serious with my husband, and only trimmed from time to time so I didn’t get too bushy. Now that I was meeting someone new, I knew it would be proper for me to shave more than usual.

Giving myself another exasperated sigh against the looking glass once more, I headed to the bathroom. Since I didn’t have a razer of my own, I stole Brian’s, knowing he wouldn’t care, and crawled into the scalding shower to begin my work. I took my time at it, like it was some sort of ritual I was taking a part of. I worked my way up my legs, taking my time to get every single piece of hair, then moved my way up to my crotch.

I had never found a woman’s crotch appealing myself, and had no idea why guys were so obsessed with them, and tried to not look at it as much as possible in my day-to-day life. Today though, I was focusing on every single crevice, trying to get every part of my skin as smooth as possible. I moved my labia from side to side, letting the razor move against my sensitive skin as much as possible without nicking myself. I was bent over in a very uncomfortable position, and felt my muscles relax as I moved back, appreciating my handiwork.

Next, I moved onto my armpits, making them as smooth as possible, and knew I would have to put some cream on it after so it didn’t chafe too much. That was the worst part of shaving, really. The aftermath of it all. How itchy it was. God, the things I did to make my husband happy.

Speaking of Brian, I heard him arrive downstairs, knowing that he would come and find me as soon as possible. I had a towel wrapped around me as he slammed the door open, completely out of breath. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked, the humor pushing away the anxiety in my chest.

“I…” Brian began, still panting. “I didn’t want to miss you getting dressed for the occasion.”

I burst out laughing, unable to help myself. “You’ve seen me dress up so many times before.”

“Yeah but… this is different.” He said, finally composing himself.

“Why?”

“Because… of what we’re doing tonight. I want to enjoy every second like it’s some sort of foreplay.”

“I see… well I guess I’ll make it a show for you then.” I said, winking at him.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” He said. I giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Even after all these years?” I replied.

“Yeah, you look like a healthy Kristen Stewart.” He replied, like he had thought of this for many years now.

“The girl from Twilight? That always has that constipated expression on her face?” I said, appalled. Though she was quite beautiful.

“Yes.” He said, after a pause.

“Well, I’m afraid you’ve missed the shaving part of the evening.” I said, walking out of the bathroom past him to go to my closet.

“You shaved?” He asked, looking incredibly surprised.

I nodded in response. “Well, I figured it would be the first time another guy’s seen me naked in a very long time, so he might as well enjoy what he’s looking at.”

He looked at me like I was some kind of angel descended from heaven. He took a few steps towards me and wrapped his arms around my back, and placed his forehead against mine, letting me breath in his scent. I loved his smell after a day of work, his musk mixed in with the cologne that he wore… it always intoxicated me, more than I’d like to admit. “Thank you so much, Jess. Thank you for doing this for me.”

I could only nod in response. “I know that you’re uncomfortable with all of this, but I’ve wanted to try this out with you for so many years now, and the fact that you’re doing this… it means so much.” He enunciated the last two words, making sure I really understood what he meant. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke, and it made me shiver slightly against his touch.

“Well,” I said, clearing my throat. “If you don’t let me go anytime soon, I’m afraid we’ll be late for our guest.”

He nodded. “True.” He let me go, and I continued on my path to the walk in closet, looking around at my clothes as I did.

“Did you drop the kids off at the babysitters?” I asked. He nodded, appearing at the door as he watched me search for a dress.

“They were sad they didn’t get to see you before the weekend, but I told them we’d be home tomorrow anyways.” He replied.

“Great. Well, what do you think I should wear?” I asked him with my hands crossed against my chest.

“Something… super sexy.” He replied.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not helpful at all.”

“Why don’t you try a few things on, and I’ll let you know what looks good?” I nodded, agreeing with him. I forced him down on the bed, then walked back to the closet, slamming the door on his face as I did. If this was what he wanted, I would make it quite a show for him.

I started off with my best imitation of a school girl outfit. I pulled a sweater over my head, one that was tight enough and low enough to show off my tits, and then put on a maroon red skirt, so high up that my ass could easily be touched, and thin black stockings to complete the look. I put on matching heels, maroon boots that looked great with the skirt, and opened the door to reveal my outfit to Brian. He eyed me up and down with widened eyes, and whistled. “Why don’t you wear stuff like this for me?” He asked.

I giggled. “Because you never asked me to. What do you think?”

“It’s hot as fuck, but probably not great for fine dining at the most expensive hotel in the city.” He said.

I nodded, agreeing with him. “I mostly wore this to turn you on.” I said as I strutted back in the room, making my ass sway as I did.

Next, I tried something even more appalling. It was my favorite set of lingerie, a black lacey thing that barely hid my body at all. It was tight around my breast, giving me the best cleavage a girl could possibly have, and trailed down my body, hugging just the right spots. I put on my best black fuck-me heels, and didn’t hesitate as I opened the door again. This time, I could see Brian visibly gulp. “Jess…” He began.

I raised my eyebrows, like I had no idea what the matter could be. “Yes?” I asked sweetly, twirling my body around as I did.

“I don’t think the restaurant will approve of something like this.” His voice was strained and almost like a growl.

I giggled again, loving this way too much. I shoved my tits up, and looked down inquisitively. “Is it because you can see my nipples through the lace?” He nodded like he was in pain. “I guess I’ll have to find something else then.” I said, and walked back into the room.

“Stop teasing me and actually wear something that makes sense!” I heard him cry out through the door. I shrugged – well, he was right. I’d probably had enough fun for now.

This time, I went with something that was a good amount of sexiness without being too forward. It was a black dress that hugged my curves rightly, and had long sleeves that were made out of lace, very similar to the lingerie I was wearing. On the sides, my entire body was exposed from the same fabric, a slight hint of what was underneath. I paired with a black bra and panties, which would be visible through the side of the dress, and kept the black fuck-me heels on. I hadn’t worn heels this high up for a very long time, and was nervous that I would fall on my ass. But I was able to be pretty steady walking on the carpet, so I knew it would be fine, as long as we weren’t walking too much tonight.

I opened the closet door for the third time, and Brian fell back onto the bed in a dramatic motion. “Like what you see?” I asked with a sultry voice.

He moved back up to look at me once more and said, “fuck, Jess… where did you get that dress?”

“It was a gift for Christmas last year, and I just never had the chance to wear it.” I explained.

“I want to bend you over and fuck you right now.” He said. “With the entire outfit still on.”

I blushed furiously. “Then we’ll be late! And you’ll completely ruin my dress!”

He nodded. “Fine. You’re right. Okay, what’s next?”

“Are you sure you want to watch the entire process? You know a girl’s makeup takes a really long time.” I had no idea why he wanted to take part in this. He had never wanted to before. What changed?

“Yes. I’m here for it all.” He said.

“Fine.” I replied, deciding to ignore his prying eyes. I moved to the bathroom again, and took out my hair curler. After I made sure my hair was dry, I began to curl each strand individually, making sure it bounced in a way that made my hair wavy without being too curly. I loved the little hints of light brown in my hair, a natural highlight that played with the lights in the room quite beautifully. After an hour of doing my hair, I turned to Brian and asked, “does it look good?”

He walked up to me and studied me, then nodded. “I had no idea how much you put into looking like that.”

“Well, I don’t do this every day. It’s kind of fun and meditative, really. And I wanted to look gorgeous for you tonight.” I explained.

He chuckled. “It’s not about me tonight. It’s about the guy that we’re meeting up with.”

I batted him away. “Okay, okay.” I was trying not to think about the other guy, and didn’t want to discuss him any more than we needed to.

It was finally time for the last step – my makeup. I moved back to the bedroom, and sat down in front of the looking glass, which was connected to a small makeup table. I had my makeup sorted perfectly, something that took quite a lot of time, but it made me happy looking at it every day. For work, I typically went with something simple – eyeliner wings, concealer for under my eyes and any blemishes, and some light lipstick. Today, though, would be completely different. I clipped my wavy hair behind me as I went to work.

It was a meticulous process, something that every girl memorized as she became a teenager. I began with the foundation, coating my face completely, then concealing the spots that couldn’t be covered with it. I then put on some heavy blush and bronzer, then worked on my eyebrows. After making sure it was perfect, I began on the most important process – my eyes. I asked Brian to help me pick which eyeshadow would fit best, since I was sure he was feeling incredibly bored watching all of this. We settled on a dark brown, and I worked my magic by making my eyes look twice the size that it usually was. I used three different mascaras to elongate my eyelashes to its maximum potential, then worked on my lips. A bright red lipstick that could be seen from a mile away. Absolutely perfect.

I turned to face him, and he stared back at me in wonderment. “Do you like it?” I asked a little shyly, a huge contrast to the vixen I knew he was seeing at that moment.

“Wow.” Was his only response.

“Well, what about you? Don’t you need to change?” I asked. He laughed out loud, and I had no idea why he was laughing until he took around 10 minutes to get ready. He looked completely and utterly dapper and he adjusted his dress shirt and grinned at me. “Well, that’s quite unfair, isn’t it?” I said, mostly to myself.

We headed downstairs together, with me going a step at a time so I wouldn’t fall down with my heels on. “So, are we heading out now?” I asked inquisitively.

He shook his head. “No, actually. The guy we’re meeting up with is actually going to tag along in the car ride.”

“He doesn’t have a car of his own?” I asked. He was laughing at his own joke as he shook his head.

I couldn’t wait anymore. It was killing me inside. “Well, stop being all cryptic. Who is he, then? Did you post some kind of ad in that forum website you use?”

“No, actually. I asked someone right in our neighborhood.” He replied.

I arched my eyebrows and crossed my arms. I didn’t know anyone too good looking in our neighborhood, and knew it was a bad idea all around. Wouldn’t it be awkward every time we saw him from now on? “Who?”

“Jacob Archeron.” He said.

I took a few steps back, my head shaking immediately from the news. I braced myself against the wall next to me as I gaped at him. “You’re kidding, right?” It must be a joke. There was no way my sweet, sweet husband would do something like this to me.

“Actually, no.” I wanted to punch him. He looked too smug and self satisfied to not know what he was doing. How could he do this to me? He knew I wouldn’t want to know who it was until last minute… and it felt like an incredibly cruel and unusual punishment.

I knew Jacob’s mother quite well actually. We went to yoga classes together, and she complained about her son quite often. He was always at home, as he was unable to get a decent job, and had been getting disability help from the government as soon as he finished high school. Wait, did he even finish high school? He was currently around 19 years old based on what she told me, and I knew he was on the autistic spectrum. “First of all, he’s half my age.” I began.

“So? You’re both consenting adults.” He replied.

“But… but can he even consent?” I was appalled. “He doesn’t even understand the concept of sex!” I rubbed my hands all over my face, and then realized I would be ruining my makeup, and stopped. “Oh my god, Brian. Has he even had sex before?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“How did you even get him to say yes to this?!” My voice was rising more and more, to the point of hysterics. But I didn’t care. What the hell had he gotten us into?

“Well, he knew what you looked like. And to be honest… I’ve always seen him checking you out when you go out on the way to your car. So I thought he would be the perfect candidate. Last week, after we agreed that I would be the one to locate someone, I asked him if he would be interested in doing something like this. Discreetly, of course. And he said yes immediately. It was smooth sailing after that.”

“You asked a 19 year old to fuck your wife and you don’t even know if he’s a virgin?” I wanted to kill him. Again. “Forget it. It’s over. Tell him I’m sick or something.” I said. I was about to walk up the stairs and remove all my hours of hard work when I felt him hug me from behind.

“Come on baby… please try. Just for me.” He murmured against my neck. I could feel my anger dissipate immediately. He knew exactly what to do to lessen my anger after 10 years of marriage, and honestly, I hated that about him. “I know he’s not what you expected, but this is what I want. I promise it won’t be so bad.”

I tried to think of why i wanted to do this in the first place, how long it had been since we had the time to fuck each other, and how different it was now that the kids were around. He was right, it would be a different experience, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I loved him so much, so fucking much, that I knew I would do anything for him. And if this was what he wanted, then that would be something I was willing to do. It was only for one night, after all. I nodded slowly, and I could feel him lessen his grip on me as he sagged in relief.

“When is he coming?” I asked.

Brian checked his watch, then looked up at me. “Anytime now.”

I was about to sit down on the couch and grumble to myself when the doorbell rang, right on schedule. I didn’t want to be the one to open the door, so I hung back, waiting for Brian to make the move. He eagerly walked up to the door and opened it, and I spied the kid I hadn’t seen in ages through peeking by the wall dividing the entrance to the living room. I wanted to scream for the second time that night when I looked at him.

I wouldn’t say I was a terrible person, but I had standards, and he definitely wasn’t on par with what I wanted in a man. Not even close. Was he what any woman wanted? I was sure he was a virgin just looking at him. He was short, way shorter than my husband, and just a little bit taller than me. His face was covered in acne, and I knew he didn’t have a sense of how to take care of it, because there were tons of old scars and scabs from where he picked at it. He had bushy eyebrows, a fat lip, and a significantly circular nose, which jutted out of his face remarkably. He was wearing a hoodie, which was covered in holes, and a T-shirt underneath, which was tucked in his saggy ripped jeans, which showed off his tighty-whiteys.

His hair was greasy and a complete mess, like he hadn’t showered for ages – though why would he have to? He didn’t have a job, anyways.

What was my husband thinking, making me go with someone like him? It didn’t make any sense whatsoever. Wouldn’t he want someone attractive, to make it hot for him as well? Was he trying to punish me somehow by doing this to me?

I had to get out of my thoughts quickly, because the two men – no, one man and one child – were done talking to each other, and they were both staring at me peeking through the wall, like they knew I was there the whole time. I cleared my throat and walked forwards, smiling at both of them as I did. “Hello, Jacob.” I said.

He giggled as I approached, though his eyes looked ravenous as he continued to stare. I put my arms around Brian’s, just to show Jacob who I really belonged to, and I could feel my chest racing a mile a minute. This was so not okay. “Hello, pretty lady.” Was Jacob’s response.

I hadn’t talked to him for ages, and I had no idea how autistic he was. Would he be able to make polite conversation? His mother had sheltered him for many years, and I had no idea how he would be reacting at the restaurant.

“Well, let’s go then!” Brain said, way more cheerful than usual. Why the hell was he doing this to me? I was half hoping this would all be a joke, and he would be announcing to us both at the last minute that this would be put up in some sort of youtube video. Anything would be better than actually being touched by Jacob.

I hurried to the passenger seat, knowing full well I didn’t want to be put in the back with him, and the rest of the car ride consisted of Brian making polite conversation with Jacob, with me looking out the window like I wanted to jump out.

I realized when we arrived that I was being unfair. Jacob didn’t choose this life, and if this would be his first (and maybe only) time being with a woman, I might as well make it a fun experience for him. So, as we went up the elevator to the 2nd floor of the building, I put my hands around his. “Is this okay?” I asked. He nodded eagerly.

His hands were so unlike my husband’s. They were rough in all the wrong places, and the more we touched, the sweatier he got, making me very uncomfortable. I was glad when we finally sat down at our table and I could part from him.

Instead of letting me sit next to him though, Brian tutted and made me sit with Jacob instead, so ‘the couple of the night’ could get more acquainted. I glared at him, and began to study the menu. As I did, Jacob began to scoot closer and closer to me, and I could see him turning to breathe in my scent, getting as much as possible into his lungs. I could smell the stink on him, another indication that he hadn’t showered for a very, very long time. The B.O. was so bad that I had wanted to gag a few times, but stopped myself.

The contrast between us was astounding. I didn’t think I was the most beautiful woman in the room, but… I was well dressed, covered in makeup, and my hair had never looked so good. He was sitting there still with his hole covered hoodie, and I wondered why his mother didn’t help him purchase one that didn’t… smell so much. “Jacob… did you decide on your own clothes for this dinner?”

He looked down at his clothes, then back at me. “Oh, Mrs. Jessica. I didn’t know I had to wear something special.”

I eyed my husband. “You didn’t tell him we were going to the hotel tonight?”

He chuckled. “I did, of course. The kid just had no idea what a dress code is like, I assume. Is that right, Jacob?” He was having way too much fun with this, like he was enjoying my suffering. I cursed him inwardly again, and decided to focus on the delicious food I would be having instead.

When the waitress did finally arrive though, I could see her wrinkling her nose, and gave Jacob a disgusting look. I wondered what she thought of the three of us, but if I were to be honest with myself, she probably thought Jacob was my son. Jacob embarrassed us once more by revealing he had no idea what the menu meant as well, and I had to explain to him one by one what the fancy French words meant, and ask of him what he felt like eating. We ended up getting some fries and chicken nuggets for him, since he just wanted something from the kids menu. How utterly shameful.

When my lobster linguine finally arrived though, the smell over road the entire table, and Jacob, not knowing any table manners, bent over me to sniff it. I could see the saliva coming out of his face, and I moved to wipe it off of him with the napkin in my lap a second too late, “no!” I cried out as it dribbled down onto my meal with him leaning directly over it. My cursed husband burst out laughing at that, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with the situation.

“You’re going to be tasting more of that soon anyways.” He said, with a twinkle in his eyes. Like hell I would.

I pushed the lobster into Jacob’s side of the table, and told him I wasn’t feeling hungry anymore. It was the truth. At the end, I had to help him with dismembering the lobster, because he had clearly never had to touch it before, and I felt like a mom way in over her head with a son that I didn’t sign up for.

After Brian was full with his sirloin and crème brulee, he paid for the meal and the three of us entered the elevator together. Brian filled the room with questions to Jacob about whether or not he enjoyed the meal, and I continued to ignore the two of them with a grumpy look on my face. “Did you already check in?” I asked Brian, and he showed me the key card in his hand in acknowledgement.

I gasped as soon as we entered the room. It was absolutely stunning, even more than I remembered. Three were accents of gold everywhere, from the curtains to the bedsheets, and the walls were covered in drawings of the 20’s, which were curated beautifully. I wished I was just here with Brian, and knew that Jacob would never be able to appreciate how expensive the room was. “Please, treat it like your own home.” Brian said to Jacob, who began to explore the room in earnest.

I took our first opportunity alone to pull Brian towards me and whispered, “what in god’s name were you thinking?”

“What do you mean?” He replied innocently. I swatted him on the arm in reply.

“I’m not going through with this.” I said adamantly.

He rolled his eyes. “Not this again. Do you know how awkward it would be if we bailed on him now? You’ll break the kid’s heart.”

“The fact that you’re calling him ‘the kid’ is more than enough for me to know this is some sort of sick plan of yours”

He shrugged. “No sick plan, I just wanted to see you getting fucked by another dude, and he was the first one who said yes.”

“Again – I’m not doing this, and you’re not making me.” I moved to walk out the door, feeling completely and utterly furious at him.

He grabbed my wrist as I did, and looked at me with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Please. Jess. Just once. Just for me.”

I shook my head. “Don’t make me do this, Brian. I’m so uncomfortable.”

“We’re already all the way here, don’t give up on me now.” Why was he so good at convincing me to do something I didn’t want to do? I gave him a reluctant nod, and he grinned as he walked back into the room, leaving me behind.

“Should we get this started then, Jacob?” Brain asked.

Jacob had the audacity of looking a little shy suddenly. “Oh… what do you want me to do, Mr. Brian?” He asked. Definitely a virgin, then.

“Whatever feels right to your body. Jess here will do whatever you ask, won’t you, Jess?” I stared at him. No, no I would not. “Well, for now, I’ll keep quiet the rest of the night. You two do your thing.” He seemed to have everything planned meticulously, and Brian merely pulled the office chair around to stare at the bed, waiting for us to do something.

I looked at him once more with a pleading look, and he ignored me, like he wasn’t my husband anymore. Jacob approached me steadily, and I sat down on the bed, waiting to see what he was going to do. I kept reminding myself: do it for Brian, do it for Brian, do it for Brian. But the disgust I felt deep in my gut was making me want to puke again.

I stood up as he reached me, and Jacob reached to press his mouth on mine. It felt like he was eating my face off, and I knew he’d never kissed anyone before, either. I stood there, completely tense as he began to open and close his mouth on me, his tongue lapping at my closed lips as he did. There was so, so much saliva, and it was dribbling down my chin as he kissed me. Deciding it would be better if I opened my mouth, I began to kiss him back, trying to take control of the situation. I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling the fabric of his hoodie as I did so, and pressed my tongue into his. He continued to close and open his mouth like he was eating his first meal in years, and I had to keep an inward groan to myself as he did. “Okay, enough of that.” I said, moving apart from him. He nodded, like he was a little hurt.

I looked down to see that he was already straining against his jeans with an erection, and I gulped as I realized I would have to touch his dick soon. It would be better to just get it over with. I pulled his pants down, and stared at his tighty whities, which had a few stains that were utterly disgusting. Didn’t he know how to wash his own clothes? The smell was getting stronger the more I uncovered from his body, and now that I was on my final step, I strongly wanted to back off. I stared at Brian, who only gave me a slight nod to continue. I did, I pulled Jacob’s tighty whities off as well, and could only stare at his cock as it sprang up.

No, not stare in a good way. The best way to describe it was that it was a fat piece of meat, like an overgrown mushroom in the forest that everyone knew was poisonous and didn’t bother to harvest. There were some warts growing on it, particularly near the tip, and I would’ve thought he had some kind of sexually transmitted infection if I didn’t know he was a virgin for sure. His pubic hair looked like he hadn’t shaved a day in his life, and it was matted and oily, like he hadn’t washed in weeks. I could smell the stink on him. It was completely indescribable. Like a fish in the market that had been there without anyone noticing it until it was too late. It was the smell that Brian had on his cock, but 100X worse, mixed with what could only be described as putrid odor. I looked up at Brian again, and mouthed, “please.”

He only shook his head, like I didn’t mean anything for him anymore. Suddenly, I realized what this was. It wasn’t a trick, it wasn’t some kind of punishment. He liked this. He chose Jacob for a reason, he knew he would be disgusting for me, and that turned him on. It wasn’t just the cuckolding part, it was the contrast between me and some disgusting creature. I knew I was being harsh towards the kid, but honestly – I wished he had the audacity to shower before a date.

I had waited long enough, it was getting slightly uncomfortable, and I realized I would have to do it. I stopped breathing and went fully on my knees, feeling the fabric of my dress press between me and the carpet as I did so. I considered taking my heels off, but knew I wanted every piece of clothing on me for as long as goddamned possible.

I wrapped my hand around the base of him, but he was so damned fat that I could barely fit my delicate fingers all the way around. The contrast between my beautifully manicured French nails and the hairy mess that was on top of his dick made me want to puke again. Okay, it was finally time. I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock, and began to suck him. The taste was absolutely horrid, even with me stopping my breathing. It was salty, musky, and as putrid as it smelled. I bobbed up and down slowly, but knew nothing would come out of it. He was already groaning away, making a sound like a dying creature as he instinctively grabbed my hair and forced me down on his cock. I began to move faster, and the more I did, the more I unconsciously pulled down his foreskin. God… if I thought his dick tasted bad, I couldn’t explain the taste of what was under his foreskin. Little bits of it fell on my tongue, and it tasted like disgusting over ripened cheese. His foreskin was completely pulled back, and I felt like I was giving him his first shower in a year by cleaning his dick for him.

He hadn’t even been hitting the back of my throat, but I began to gag at how disgusting it was. I choked a few times, and could feel my throat closing in on itself, like it didn’t want any more of this. Tears were running down my face, and I continued to grip onto him. I hadn’t thought of using waterproof makeup earlier that night – a grave mistake. I knew I looked like a complete slut, gagging on his dick like that, with my three coats of mascara running down my face, destroying any semblance I had of looking like a classy woman.

It was loud and sloppy, and he popped out of my mouth multiple times as I continued to suck him. He was growing too much inside of me, and the warts on his dick kept hitting against my lips from time to time, making it super uncomfortable for me. At the end, I had to push him away, needing to take a small break. I was panting heavily, and trying to produce saliva in my mouth when he looked down at me in frustration and grabbed my hair, pulling me back against his cock. “No stopping, Mrs. Jessica.” He said. This time, he didn’t let me go at my pace. He began to thrust into me, his eyes closed as he focused. He moaned loudly, and I began to gag again as he hit the back of my throat over and over again, even bending somewhat to open me up. I was crying earnestly as he forced his cock into me, and my eyes darted to Brian, begging him with my eyes as I asked him to stop all of this.

I wasn’t enjoying myself, not one bit. I was doing all of this for him, and I didn’t understand how he could let me continue this torment. “Something is happening, Mrs. Jessica!” I moved up to cup his balls, and I could feel it tighten. Something was happening alright, the dirty being was going to cum inside of me, and I was going to have to take it down me. God, I hoped it wouldn’t taste as bad as his smegma. If it was, I didn’t think a million mouthwashes could help me. He was grabbing my hair so hard it was painful, and I continued to ruin my makeup as I cried against his cock, my lipstick making a complete mess as parts of him turned into shades of red. “Urgghh!” He made an animalistic sound, and I felt his balls tighten as he came into me, coating my mouth completely with sticky, disgusting tasting salty semen. There was so fucking much of it. It wouldn’t stop, he pulled on my hair, making it tangle into a mess as he pushed his fingers into me, his sweat fusing with mine as he continued to thrust in wild abandon. When he was finally done and let go of me, I fell onto the floor, unable to help myself.

That was by far the worst experience of my life, and I laid there completely flabbergasted, with my dress covered in drops of sweat (his, not mine) and dribbles of cum, my hair a complete mess due to his pulling and tugging, and my makeup running down my face like I was staring in a porno. I didn’t even feel like myself anymore.

I was only able to lie there for a few minutes before I heard my husband clear his throat. I looked up to see Jacob stroking his dick, and it completely rock hard again. How was that even possible? Brian always needed at least a few hours before he was ready to fuck again. I had thought it was over, that I had done my job. I didn’t want him to touch me any longer. Reluctantly, I got up from where I was laying on the floor, realizing I would prefer the soft carpet of the hotel, which was stepped on by strangers every day, more than the kid stroking himself in front of me right now. He took his shirt off, and was now completely naked except for his socks, in contrast to me with all of my clothes still on. I wanted to take it off – it was getting too hot in here – but I didn’t want him to touch me any more than he had to.

I layed back on my bed, and opened my legs for him to move in between. “Do you know what to do?” I asked patiently.

He nodded, and I moved under my dress to pull my stockings off. My panties came up right after, and I lifted my dress to show him what laid underneath. My shining beautifully shaved cunt. I was an idiot for even attempting to look nice for him. He didn’t even know what they were supposed to look like. I was worried he would be entering me dry, but when he moved down to eagerly touch me, I was appalled to find that I was wet. Actually, more than just wet. My thighs were coated in a sheen of my own sticky wetness, and I had no idea when that happened. Was I somehow into the disgusting and messy blow job I just gave? I felt like my body was betraying me. He was still stroking himself, but he aligned his body against mine, with his dick pushing against me.