Fiction - My Husband, My Desire and Them : Part 3 - The first time I took his name
Here is the link to the previous part: https://www.reddit.com/u/punamray/s/xWw2VVEgBO
PART 03:
I lay in bed the same night with my novel open in my hands. Beside me, my husband scrolled through his phone, relaxed and half distracted.
My own phone vibrated once then again and again.
I didn’t need to look to know who it was. I had replied to him only once, but since then he had been messaging me continuously. Things like Did you leave from work?, What does your evening look like?, Did you have dinner? and many more.
What I didn’t understand was why I hadn’t told him to stop. That wasn’t like me.
Whenever a father crossed the line into flirting, I shut it down immediately and made it clear that my personal number was not an invitation.
But this time, I had stayed silent and sometimes silence gives a very different answer to the other person.
My husband noticed the expression on my face because he set his phone aside and turned toward me.
“Who is it?”
I hesitated, but some reckless part of me wanted to see his reaction. So I told him.
I explained about the father who had come for admission, the messages, and the fact that I still hadn’t asked him to stop.
My husband became fully attentive. “Show me.”
I handed him the phone, expecting jealousy or some anger. But he studied the messages calmly before handing the phone back to me.
“Do you like him?” he asked.
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
The honest answer was yes. But I looked away and said, “No.”
My husband smiled knowingly. “He’s your type.”
I laughed softly, embarrassed by how accurately he could read me.
“You know I don’t care about that.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“Then why haven’t you asked him to stop messaging you?”
“He’s a potential customer,” I replied quickly.
My husband held my gaze. “And since when do you worry this much about a single customer?”
I had no answer to that. So I just looked down at my phone again.
He reached for me suddenly, pulling me close before kissing me deeply. If I had expected jealousy or anger, he was offering passion instead.
He pulled his T-shirt off and lay back against the bed, then guided me on top of him. I was straddling him now, my knees on either side of his body while my short nightie rode up my thighs.
He ran his hand over his hairy muscular chest and said, “He seems to have the kind of chest you like. Minus the hairs.”
I felt embarrassed.
“Shut up,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning into him to kiss him.
As we began kissing, my nightie slowly rode higher until my wetness rubbed against his stomach.
“Oh God,” he said against my mouth. “You are wet thinking about him.”
I stopped kissing him for a second and froze. Then again I said, “Shut up.”
But before he could understand what was really going on in my mind, I pulled my nightie over and reached for his hardness, freeing him from his boxers.
He was already hard, and since my husband’s accident, he didn’t often get this ready so fast. So I positioned myself over him.
But just before I could take him inside me, he said, “Think it’s him.”
I didn’t reply, but I paused because even if he hadn’t said that, I would have been thinking about Raghav. I had imagined many men I liked while he used toy on me.
As I slowly took him inside me, I leaned down to kiss him. I began moving slowly while we kissed passionately.
I loved kissing Dev. It was the best foreplay. Just a kiss was enough to put us in the mood in the old days.
“Do you like him?” he asked again against my mouth.
I paused once more.
He caught my ass and pulled me closer, deeper against him.
“Do you like him?” he repeated.
I kissed him again, trying to stop the questions.
But he didn’t stop. “What would you do if he was under you right now?”
I stopped kissing, raise my head and looked into his eyes.
His eyes burned, but not with jealousy. The thought of me fantasising about a man who had been messaging me nonstop had ignited something inside my husband.
He opened his mouth again to say something, but I shut him up by placing my hand over his mouth. Then I removed my hand and placed them on either side of his strong chest. I closed my eyes and imagined Raghav under me, smiling with that dimple on his face.
I wondered if he would smile the same way if I made him lose control.
I started moving faster now and soon picked up the speed like I was trying to break something inside me.
"Wow! You want him so bad," Dev add more fuel to the already burning fire.
Dev words and thinking about Raghav sent waves through my body so intense that I had my first release. Then again only minutes later I had my second one.
I kept moving like that for several minutes until I felt Dev finally tighten. I knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He released deep inside me, while I still kept moving over him, my eyes still closed imagining a man whom I had met only today.
When he was no longer hard, I was disappointed but didn't show it. I slowly slid off him and lay beside him wanting more. I had climaxed twice, but somehow it still didn’t feel enough.
“Can you use the toy on me?” I asked, my eyes still closed.
I knew he would be surprised by the request because normally I never asked for it myself. It was usually him who used it on me ever since his performance had been affected.
When I heard his breathing move away from me, I knew he was getting it. I heard the cupboard door open and shut, and my heart jumped slightly. Then came the sound of the zip opening.
A moment later, I felt his palm against my wetness as he slowly prepared the toy. My husband knew exactly what I liked most. Instead of reaching for lubricant, he used the wetness our bodies had already created together.
While he prepared the toy, I shut my eyes tighter and saw Raghav again from his WhatsApp display picture, standing inside the swimming pool. In my mind, I was lying on a chair beside the pool naked. He slowly came out of the water naked too and walked toward me. Then he positioned himself over me and waited.
And I waited for my husband to slide the toy inside me.
The moment Dev did, I imagined it was Raghav.
I cried out at the first push itself. An intense wave ran through my body that I lost control almost immediately.
I clutched the bedsheet tightly while my breathing grew heavier and heavier. I could hear my own voice echoing softly through the room.
I kept moaning, trying hard not to take Raghav’s name while the fantasy inside my head kept pulling me deeper.
Then Dev pressed his thumb against my clit while still moving the toy inside me. The sensation felt almost heavenly, and my body completely lost control.
I saw myself lying beside the pool while Raghav was tearing into me.
And before I could stop myself, I cried out violently,
“Faster, Raghav… faster…”
I felt Dev pause for a second, but then he started moving even faster, almost like he was handing control of me completely to the man inside my head.
And all the while, I shamelessly kept taking Raghav’s name again and again, praising him for the pleasure my own husband was giving me while my body shook uncontrollably around Dev.
The pleasure hit me so hard that broken moans kept escaping my mouth between Raghav’s name.
I couldn’t even control my breathing anymore. Every movement sent another wave crashing through me until my legs started shaking uncontrollably around Dev.
It felt less like pleasure and more like my body was completely surrendering to something I had been trying to deny for long.
By the time it finally ended, I was trembling so badly that I couldn’t even open my eyes. But after realising what I had done, I immediately turned away and buried my face into the bedsheet, breathing hard while my heart pounded.
But Dev had something else in mind.
He turned me around and said, “Open your eyes, Neha.”
I did, and he looked at me like a hungry animal.
“Keep your eyes open and see how Dev takes you now.”
And before I could even realise what he had said, he buried himself deel inside me. I just had an intense climax and my body was still trembling but I couldn't stop him. Not because he would have felt bad but because I liked the way he was moving. It felt like an animal had awakened inside him after hearing his wife take another man’s name.
I locked him tightly between my legs and let him take me harder and harder until suddenly my whole body gave up control.
A sharp cry escaped my mouth making my nails dig into his back while my body shook violently beneath him.
Dev buried his face into my neck, breathing heavily as he lost control moments later with my name falling from his lips again and again.
Note:
It's purely a fiction scene. But in reality my husband and I do indulge into role play about people I know.