Free Open Marriage Open House by Polly Vann

 
    ONE
    There’s a truth in the teeth of sex. The soft
creak of the mattress in the darkened room, the familiarity in the
warmth and weight of Charles’s body, the habitual rhythm of his
well-known cock ... Eloria found it peaceful in a way, like comfort
food.
    Some nights, these encounters with her
husband of a dozen years filled her belly full and sent her to
sleep bathed in a simple warm glow. On others, though, they spun
fantasies together, cooing into one another’s ears as they made
love. These nights took her someplace else altogether, where,
naked, exposed, and close to the edge, a person she could scarcely
imagine being came to the fore. She bared her teeth and fastened
them to Charles’s shoulder.
    “You are so fucking sexy,” Charles breathed,
continuing his delicious rhythm. “You just turn me inside-out.”
    “Tell me,” Eloria whispered, lips moving
against Charles’s skin.
    “Your curves,” Charles responded, “your
fucking curves. Your full hips and thighs. Your skin, sweet like
honey. your soft hair against my shoulder, your soft cries in my
ear.”
    “Mmmm ...”
    “Your belly, your thighs, they make such a
luscious cradle for me to slip into ... and your pussy ... god,
your pussy ...”
    Him calling out her soaking sex focused her
there, feeling his cock thrusting in and out against the pulsing
silkiness deep between her legs.
    “It’s a shame,” he whispered huskily, slowing
his rhythm a touch, “a crying shame, that I’m the only one who gets
to feel this.”
    “Oh?” she coaxed. The theme they’d been
exploring together of late in their bed was back. Though she knew
exactly where his sexy talk would go, she couldn’t wait, because it
excited her like nothing else. She was even a bit frightened about
Charles discovering the degree to which these fantasies turned her
on.
    “I feel a little guilty about keeping you to
myself,” he continued. “I want to share you ... share you with
other men.”
    At the words, Eloria felt her pussy seize,
and a gasp escaped her lips. Charles resumed the delicious rhythm,
fucking against her newly tightened sex.
    “You like that thought?” he asked.
    “Yes!” she answered, a little more
enthusiastically than she’d intended. But Charles didn’t flinch;
instead, he kept up the strong rhythm with renewed
determination.
    “A new cock in your pussy?”
    “Yes!”
    “Say it ... say, different cock ...”
    “A different cock ...” The words felt sweet
on her lips, and her pussy fluttered against Charles’s growing
dick. “A different cock ...”
    “Yeah ... here’s what I’d like you to have,”
said Charles, his thrusts growing more insistent. “ Two lovers.” The words were new; though he often wove fantasies of her
having a single lover, he hadn’t gone here before. “ Two new
cocks. One older than you, one younger.”
    “Oh ... that’s so sexy,” she responded
instantly. “So sexy ...”
    “The older man, he can read women; he knows
exactly how to tease and play, how to treat a woman’s mind, a
woman’s body. He’d make love to you, slowly, expertly ...”
    “Oh god,” she yelped, ecstasy washing over
her face as the fantasy worked its magic, redoubling the pleasure
between her legs ... in part, because she had a face in mind— a
face known to Charles — to go with this part of the fantasy.
    “Gotta be a little quieter,” Charles
whispered with a grin. “Gabriel’s asleep in the next room. I’ll
whisper in your ear; you whisper in mine.”
    Eloria nodded silently and ground her teeth
against Charles shoulder as he continued. “And a young lover, maybe
a college boy; a hard, smooth young man, so hungry for sex. He’d be
desperate for you ... you could make him cum so fast ...”
    The words fucked her as deftly as Charles’s
cock. She loved this man dearly, and hadn’t been with another in
their years of marriage ... but when he whispered about sharing her
with delicious new lovers, it was like nothing else. She