People assume that intimacy comes naturally after marriage. They imagine that love effortlessly bridges the gap between two people who have waited their whole lives for one another. For us, reality proved far more complicated.

My wife was raised in a conservative family where sex before marriage wasn't an option. This was not really how I was raised, but since I was a penetrative virgin at the time, I did not think much of it. Sure, it was tough to keep my own personal desire in check, but there was porn and the occasional masturbation session to help keep me from forcing the issue with my girlfriend at the time, and future wife.

There was that one time when we both watched a romantic comedy together, her spooning against me, and one thing led to another, and we made out like crazy. We got pretty heated and almost crossed the line when she asked me to stop. Which I did, and that was that until our marriage at age 22.  

So, we entered our wedding night carrying years of anticipation, nervousness, and idealized expectations, believing that everything would somehow fall into place. Instead, we were confronted by a problem neither of us had expected.

Physical intimacy was difficult from the very beginning.

It was a night I will never forget. It was the first time I had seen my wife’s incredible breasts. That memory still fills me with desire, to this day. They were truly magnificent.

I was so hard it was almost painful. But we did not consummate the marriage that night.

Now, my cock is not big, but not small either. My manhood is slightly above average with some good girth, straight, and it gets pretty hard in the moment. This was of little matter, however, as my wife’s vaginal tunnel simply did not adjust.

I tried all the tricks I had learned online and in books. It was the first time I realized my wife did not like oral sex. And she never would. Receiving and giving had never become part of our intimacy, and it is one of the hardest things for me to accept, as it is the act I most appreciated in porn and hoped to cultivate in our marriage.

I believe she had only done it once for me, and only for a short while, while every other time I tried to give it to her, she felt insecure and could not understand that I could like it, which was drastically distracting from her own arousal.

Ultimately, she stroked my rock-hard cock to an eventual climax, albeit without any seeming attraction to the act, as if she was simply completing a task. The night ended with love, understanding, and no judgment. Many of these thoughts I now hold have come from introspection and reflection and were not in my young mind at the time.

I was able to take her virginity a few nights later, and we found our way to have penetrative sex on a semi-regular basis. Typically, I would only be able to finger her for the shortest time before she warned me of sensitivity. Then we would basically stretch her wide with my member, and then she would suddenly be ready, and we could have sex.

It is as routine and eventually boring as you might imagine. But that is what my marriage would be for the next 20 years.    

Throughout that time, I tried to introduce new elements. Typically, we reverted to the same tried-and-tested options. After our three children were born, we introduced some vibrators. This helped her to achieve climax but seemingly had little effect on her passage of relaxation.

We introduced therapists, doctors and specialists. Some things improved for her, but the imbalance remained. Much of our intimacy revolved around meeting her needs, while mine quietly receded into the background. I would bring it up, and she would comply with unenthusiastic hand jobs but no real passion.

Years passed.

Instead of getting easier, the physical challenges became worse. What had once required patience eventually became nearly impossible. Every failed attempt chipped away at both our confidence. She felt broken. I felt unwanted. Neither description was truly fair, but neither of us knew how to escape the cycle.

The strangest breakthrough came from somewhere neither of us expected.

My smut writing.

I'd begun writing erotic fiction as a private outlet—a place where my imagination could succeed where reality continually disappointed. It wasn't meant for anyone else's eyes. It certainly wasn't meant for hers.

When she eventually discovered my stories, it nearly ended in disaster.

There were arguments, hurt feelings, accusations, and uncomfortable conversations neither of us had ever imagined having. Yet beneath the embarrassment lay something unexpected. She admitted that reading the stories affected her in ways she hadn't anticipated. The fictional women didn't threaten her. Instead, she imagined the protagonist as me. Somehow, the fantasy ignited something that years of appointments and awkward conversations never had.

What began as an accidental discovery slowly evolved into an unconventional arrangement neither of us could have predicted.

Where previously I explored smut and sexual art alone, now she enjoyed it as well. Her fantasy quickly evolved into something more.

One night, she nervously told me that the thought of me cheating aroused her incredibly. Not me leaving her, but me flirting, dating, and fucking other women. It started with her sitting with me as I had cyber sex with other women online.

We experimented otherwise. She would book me sessions at an erotic massage parlor—legal where we are. The masseuse would give me a wonderful massage and then get naked and stroke me to climax. I thoroughly enjoyed it, as these women gave much more attention and showed more arousal towards the act than my wife ever did.

Often, I would rub their pussies as they stroked me. They were often extremely wet from arousal, and the contrast made me understand even more how difficult the physical restrictions my wife was dealing with were.

My wife would then ask to describe the encounter in detail. And it often led to her enjoying a thoroughly enjoyable climax of her own with my assistance.

Then she asked me to find a hooker—also legal here- and go and fuck her without my wife knowing when or how.

I can remember it was a day when I was working from home, and my wife was at work. I met with a beautiful blonde woman named Carmen. She had the most unbelievably realistic fake tits and an incredible ass.

She blew me without a condom for a few minutes before we moved to a 69. I loved it! I could not believe what I had missed. The mutual shared pleasure as I heard her moan around my cock as I licked her pussy.

We ended the encounter with me fucking her to an orgasm and filling my condom with so much cum. The feeling I felt in making a woman cum during penetration was incredible.

When I “confessed” to my wife a few nights later, she got so aroused that we actually were able to have penetrative sex for the first time in ages. Her sensitive tunnel still required me to finish much faster than I did with Carmen, but it was a success.  

That is how we fully understood that my wife, Tina, had a cheat fetish. We only spoke about the ground rules once, as she wanted the experience of finding out about my affairs to be as authentic as possible.

I was allowed to flirt, kiss, fuck, and see as many women as I wanted, given they were not local to our area, people we knew, and that I practiced safe sex. I also needed to manage my sexual health privately and ensure I was always clean.

So, I started diving into the world of “cheating” on my wife.

***

After the encounter with Carmen, I sought out ways to connect with other like-minded individuals. Online dating had become a hit-or-miss scenario, with many potential ladies turning out to be scammers or just ghosting me.

I did get some success with a trip to Texas.

I was attending a large vendor’s conference and had decided to visit some bars in the city. I ended up going to an upscale bar I had read online to be “very flirty.” I did not know quite what to expect, but definitely did not expect to find my first Babygirl.

Her name was Sandy, and she was a twenty-something hot brunette from Austin. She was the one to approach me and immediately asked about the ring tan on my ring finger.

She had straight black hair, cut in a short, abrupt-bangs haircut, almost like an anime girl's. She had faded green eyes, a nose ring, and very cute lips. She was built rather small, probably only 5’4 and rather petite if not for her very nice tits, which I guessed were around a C-cup.

She was wearing a tight-fitting black boob tube with a nice frilly texture. The look was really set off by a very cute gothic plaid skirt, the one that sat quite high and flared out.      

I was so caught off guard by the beautiful woman that she had to repeat her question.

“What’s with the ring finger?” her obviously non-Texan accent asked a second time.

I looked where my wedding ring should’ve been and saw the very noticeable tan ring instead.

“Oh, that? I guess it means whatever you want it to mean,” I said with as much swagger as I could manage.

She raised her eyebrows and laughed. “There is no way you just said that.”

I laughed. “I guess I didn’t pull it off.”

She laughed again. “Not quite.”

She looked at me thoughtfully and then sat next to me at the bar. The sweet scent of her perfume made me giddy as the excitement of flirting edged into my blood. She turned to me with hooded eyes and looked me up and down.

“How old are you?” she asked with interest.

“How old are you?” I shot back sassily.

She raised an eyebrow before saying, “I asked first.”

I chuckled. “Forty years old. Your turn.”

She smiled. “Twenty-four.”

I shook my head in amusement. “I’m old enough to be your dad.”

Then she said something that made my cock twitch. “That’s the point… daddy.”

It was at that moment that I realized that I wanted to be her “daddy”, in all the wrong ways possible.

There was no point in socializing or taking it further. We could both see what the other wanted, and we aligned very well. Her place was within spitting distance of the bar.

As we entered her apartment, I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I was pretty strong, but she was also very light. I carried her to the bedroom of her bachelor apartment and tossed her on the bed as she squealed in surprise.

I was wildly inexperienced at this, never once even being allowed or confident enough to be a dom in a bedroom, but for this girl. It fit.

I peeled off my jacket and growled, “On your knees.”

Her reaffirming giggle and reply, “Yes, Daddy.” Made my cock jump with arousal.

I watched with wonder as she eagerly unzipped my slacks and pulled out my semi-hard cock.

The look on her face was so different from my wife or even the women I had paid to get me off. This girl wanted my cock, wanted to kiss, lick it, and suck it.

“Mmm, Daddy. Such a beautiful cock. Just the right size for my tight pussy”

Her words were exaggerated, like she was putting on a show, but she meant every word. They stirred an almost automatic response; my reply came naturally—falling in line with her role play.

“That’s right, Babygirl. That dick is going to own that tight body tonight. Why don’t you show me how much you want it?”

A part of me marveled at my confidence, the ease at which I adopted this energy. In that moment, I realized I liked this and had missed it my whole life.

“Mmm, my god, Daddy. I want it so bad.”

She gripped my cock with her thin feminine fingers. She trailed her hot tongue up the underside of my shaft, the tip of her tongue sliding over my cockhole. I shivered as she cupped my balls and gently massaged them.

“Fuck, Daddy. Such heavy balls. So full of cum for me.”

Her sensual slutty words made my cock harden even more. She giggled at my response and licked it again, this time tonging my opening.

“Fuuuuck! That feels good,” I groaned.

“Am I being a good girl, Daddy? A good little slut?”

“The fucking best. Now take it into your mouth. I want to see how much you can take.”

She gave me the most wicked grin before saying, “Yes, Daddy.”

Her cute lips opened up, and with her eyes never leaving mine, she took my cock in.

Her hot mouth engulfed my rod as it penetrated her deeper. I groaned in pleasure when her feminine nose pressed into my pelvic bone, as I felt her throat spasm around the engorged head of my dick. She did not gag and was obviously used to taking it so deep.

I watched eyes wide as she held me there, her eyes looking up at me, challenging me with a raised eyebrow.

“Holy fuck! That’s so fucking hot. Damn, your throat feels amazing around my cock.”

Then I was shocked even more when she took my hands and placed them on her head and then placed her own hands on my thighs.

My eyebrows raised in a clear, “Really?” expression, to which she raised her one eyebrow in challenge.

She wanted me to fuck her face. It was something I always wanted to do. Something I had seen in countless pornos. I smiled and gripped her hair and pulled back my cock enough for her to take a deeper breath before pushing it back in.

Her hands rested lightly on my thighs, with only a light press to show she was getting close to her limit. I pulled back out, and she gasped again, enough to blurt out, “Fuck, Daddy! It’s so hot when you fuck my slutty throat.”

My cock ached with hardness; this was incredible. Literally a wet dream come true. I pushed back in and, this time, built a smooth rhythm. I thrust deep into her throat, following up with several short deep strokes before pulling back for her to suck in a breath before repeating the process.

I was so close; the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her tight esophagus was driving me mad.

“I’m so fucking close, Babygirl! You want my cum?”

She moaned in agreement, her hands not gripping me at all, giving me the green light to go for it. I started hammering into her.

“Fuck yes! Take it! Fucking take it!”

She moaned around my cock as I thrust harder, and as I neared my climax, I growled, “Take my cum, take every drop!”

I thrust deep and erupted deep inside her. She gulped furiously as my cum shot from the tip of my dick. The hot, slick fluid painted her gullet a creamy white as she struggled to swallow every ounce. She failed and gripped my thigh, and I pulled out. She coughed a wad of cum against my slacks before sucking in a deep breath.

“Fuck, are you ok?” I asked in alarm.

She held up her hand, indicating she was fine as she took another breath and spat a driblet of cum onto her chin.

She looked up at me, her mascara slightly runny from the violent deepthroating. She looked so messy, and it made my softening cock start to twitch again.

She smiled and wiped the cum from her chin with her palm and then proceeded to lick it back up and swallow it.

“Fuck, Daddy! You’re cum tastes so good.” She giggled. “I want more.”

I shook my head. “Maybe later, but first, it’s Daddy’s turn.”

I held my hand for her to grasp and pulled her up. I scooped her up by her tight ass, my hands immediately going up her cute skirt, and kissed her. She welcomed my tongue into her hot mouth, the taste of my cum still clinging to her breath.

Her legs and arms wrapped around me, her perky breasts pressing into my chest, my fingers pushing her thong to the side and finding her pussy lips. My cock pulsed as I felt how wet she was. She was fucking soaked from sucking my cock. I felt an incredible sense of arousal at knowing she was so turned on by servicing me, that sucking my dick turned her on so much.

I growled into her ear, “You’re so fucking wet for me. I need to taste that pussy, now.”

“Fuck, Daddy! Please, eat my tight little pussy,” she replied in her exaggerated roleplaying voice… I fucking loved it.

I laid her down on the bed and undid my shirt and pants. She lifted her top over her head, revealing she had not worn a bra. Her perky tits were amazing, both adorned with simple piercings through the nipples. I fucking loved nipple piercings.

She then shimmied out of her skirt and thong, revealing her gorgeous, shaved vagina. A prominent sheen of wetness covered her outer lips, which were subdued and slightly recessed while her cute little clit was hooded in the hottest way.

I stood there, a married 41-year-old man, naked before a girl almost half my age, and who was calling me daddy. I fucking loved it.

She dropped her hand to her slick folds, her fingers spreading the puffy lips apart, which exposed her enticing tunnel.

“Damn, Daddy! You made me so fucking wet.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled as I crawled in between her legs. I gripped her thighs and lowered my mouth onto her scalding mound. I started licking up her outer lips, feeling a well of satisfaction and arousal as she shivered. Her hands dug into my hair as I devoured her absolutely soaked pussy.

“Fuck, Daddy! Just like that! I’m so fucking horny!” She whimpered as I kept doing what I was doing.

I channeled every video and article I had read about oral sex and fingering. Emboldened by her words and her body language, I pushed two of my fingers??—which I always kept well-manicured for just such an occasion- slowly into her wet hole.

She arched her back, pushing out her perfect tits into the air as I curled my fingers upwards and, upon feeling the spongy, rigid texture, I started to stroke it.

The response was exactly what I wanted.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!” She cried out.

I decided to go big or go home and latched my mouth onto her clit and sucked on it while vigorously flicking it with my tongue.

Her legs clamped down onto my head as she cried out in a strangled scream of pleasure. I could not quite make out her words as her surprisingly strong thigh had blocked my ears. But it was definitely expletive-ridden.

What happened between her legs I was much more aware of. Her vaginal wall clamped down onto my fingers as a gentle flood of tangy liquid washed over my lower lip. With no hesitation, I lowered my lip to slurp up as much of the erotic discharge as I could.

My mind did a short victory lap at being able to make a beautiful woman cum so nicely with only foreplay. It was an incredibly hot experience which I will probably never forget.

When her orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled out my fingers and crawled up to her.

“Wanna taste, Babygirl?” I held the fingers to her mouth. She eagerly sucked off my fingers.

“Mmm… Fuck, Daddy! That was incredible.”

I chuckled. “Ready for more?”

She giggled. “Anything you want, Daddy.”

My cock was rock hard at that point, and I only wanted one thing: to fuck the shit out of this hot young slut.

I groped for my wallet in my pants and pulled out a condom. I held it up to her. “Put this on, and mount me reverse cowgirl.”

After years of never getting what I wanted, I knew exactly what I wanted to do in that moment.

She smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”

She quickly ripped the package and put the condom on my cock with her mouth. She sucked it good for a few seconds.

“Fuck, I love sucking your cock, Daddy. But I want to fuck it so much more.”

She turned around and grabbed my rock-hard shaft and lowered herself onto me. I always loved the sight of penetration, vaginal especially. There is just something about a nice cock slowly spreading the lips of a tight pussy and then driving in. This moment did not disappoint.

Even with the condom somewhat detracting from the spectacle, I loved the sight of her pussy juice dribbling down my cock in one exquisite trickle as her lips parted for my manhood.

She was tight but opened well from her previous arousal. I penetrated her easily, and even though I was not the biggest guy, I felt my tip reach her cervix with an inch or so to spare.

“Fuck, baby! Your pussy feels amazing. Lie back into me.”

She lowered herself until her back was against my chest. I then scooped her legs together and put them in between mine, then gripped her hips, and positioned her so her back arched a bit and started thrusting.

She started to question what I was doing, but then moaned in agreement when she felt the angle I was trying to create.

“What… oh fuck, that feels good.”

With her legs together, the friction of her pussy around my cock increased, and I got to do a position I had fantasized about. I pumped into her, imagining the amazing image this position was creating.

Even though I typically was quick with my first orgasm, my cock typically was very numb during any second attempt. So I was far away from my next climax. I was also in pretty good shape. I had been hitting the gym regularly and, in particular, worked on core and legs so I could enjoy every moment of a chance like this.

I fucked her pretty hard, my hands alternating from gripping her hips to squeezing a titty. Her tight little body was perfect for this position, giving my cock perfect access to her soaking pussy, which took the full brunt of my pounding.

I felt my tip slam into her cervix with every thrust, and she only begged for more.

“Fuck, Daddy! Harder! Fuck me! Use me, use me! Fuck!”

Being able to let loose like this in an animalistic rutting was beyond what I could have imagined. I felt her walls clamp down once more, this time on my cock. Her juices oozed out of her and dripped down my sack and onto my pelvis.

I held her there, buried on my cock before slowly starting up again once she eased off her orgasm.

“Oh my god, Daddy! I can’t believe you made me cum again! I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“I’m not too far, baby. You want me to keep going?”

She moaned in pleasure as she took a few turns riding my cock.

“Fuck, Daddy. I want to, so bad. But I want to taste your cum again even more; I want you to mark me again.”

I could’ve easily ignored her request and told her, “Daddy want to nut in this slut.” But I had an idea of how this night could end perfectly.

“Fuck, baby! Get on your back and hang your head over the edge.”

She giggled, seemingly knowing exactly where my mind was at. “Fuck yes!”

I stood up once her amazing pussy pulled off my cock. I eagerly ripped the condom off my dick and stood over her face at the edge of the bed.

She gripped my cock and took it into her mouth quickly. I did not hesitate either. I thrust into her throat, watching in rapt wonder at the building of her throat in the shape of my manhood. I thrust into her, eagerly chasing my own orgasm as I squeezed her tits, pinched her pierced nipples, and gripped her throat in various stages of the moment.

The perfect submission of this incredibly hot young slut drove me over the edge.

“Holy shit! I’m gonna cum! Take it, Babygirl! Take every fucking ounce!” I pushed deep and erupted into her throat. She vigorously strummed her clit as she swallowed my first few eruptions before I pulled it out and stroked my cock over her breasts.

My last couple of shots landed on her tits as she moaned in bliss.

Afterward we showered together; we did not fuck again, only enjoyed washing each other.

I got dressed, and she gave me her details on a chat app and told me to hit her up when I was in town again.

I haven’t been back since.

After I arrived home, I took a few days before arranging for some time with my wife to “confess” about my one-night stand.

While sharing no personal details or images I might have taken, I told her about the young hot slut who became my willing fucktoy during my trip.

She came quite hard, and after some stretching, I was able to fuck her for the first time in a while.

During every moment I was in her, I was thinking about the hot young piece of ass I was able to score in Texas.