I wake up this morning and sigh—another night without sex. I love my partner, I really do, but this time without sex is making me feel frustrated. I try my best to seduce him or at least try and get him interested in having sex with me, but nothing works, and I'm beginning to feel unattractive. I can't help but think that he no longer wants to be intimate with me anymore. I am going to try one more time tonight to seduce him, and if that doesn't work, I think it's time I sit him down to talk.
I move his arm off my stomach and crawl out of bed and head towards the bathroom. I open the door to the bathroom and walk towards the sink. I turn the tap on and splash my face with some cold water. Looking up into the mirror built into the cabinet and sighing again, “Am I ugly? Is that the reason why?” I ask myself. The constant rejection is really affecting my self-confidence; I just want to feel wanted by him. I can only hope that tonight he can either make me feel wanted and needed by him intimately or at least give me a reason why he doesn't want to be.
I really want things to go back to the way they were in the beginning; I understand that things can fizzle and get stale after a while. However, not knowing why is really messing with my head; I need to get to the bottom of it. At the beginning of our relationship, we had sex like wild animals. There was so much passion between us; we couldn't keep our hands off each other, our lips exploring each other's bodies. I run through countless possibilities in my mind as to why; my mind keeps shifting towards the worst-case scenarios, and I don't think I can wait until tonight to find out why.
I finish up in the bathroom and walk past the bedroom, where I can hear him getting out of bed. I keep walking towards the stairs, and I slowly walk down them, still deep in thought. I head to the kitchen and turn the coffee machine on, brewing a pot of freshly ground coffee. The aroma of the coffee is filling up the room, and I take a deep breath, taking in the amazing smell. I'm so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear him approach me. He wraps his arms around my stomach and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Good morning, babe.”
“Yeah, good morning.”
He spins me around to face him, putting his hand under my chin, lifting my face up so my eyes meet his. His eyes look into mine, searching for answers to why I am not my usual self this morning; he knows me well and knows something is wrong.
“What’s wrong, babe? I can see something is bothering you.”
“It's nothing; don't worry.”
“Sarah, I know when something is troubling you; talk to me, please.”
I sigh; he is right, I need to talk to him. It's no good for me saying that nothing is wrong when this will only weigh on my mind, making me think the worst and continue to feel like I am unattractive.
“Have you lost interest in me, Jace?”
“Where has that come from, Sarah? Of course I haven’t lost interest in you.”
“I just feel like it, babe. I try and try to get you to be intimate with me, and you constantly turn me down. It just makes me feel like you don't want to be with me anymore.”
He lets out a sigh; he knows I am right in what I am saying. He cuddles me close, trying to show me that he hasn't lost interest in me.
“Oh baby, I love you very much and haven't lost interest in you. I am so sorry I made you feel that way; it's the furthest thing from the truth.”
“Something must be going on, babe; you no longer want to have anything sexual with me. I have tried and tried for weeks now and got nothing. The constant rejection is really making me feel unwanted and unattractive.”
“I can understand you feeling that way, baby, when you say it like that. I didn't realize it was having this sort of effect on you; I am so sorry. It's not that I find you unattractive; it is that recently I have been having some fantasies. These fantasies make me feel guilty for having them, and I lose my sexual desire.”
I let out a sigh that I didn't know I was holding in, feeling slightly relieved that it's not the worst-case scenario. I can deal with fantasies and desires as long as they are not too out there or illegal or involve minors or animals. I look up at him and give him a sweet smile, letting him know it's okay to have fantasies.
“Babe, why didn't you just tell me? These fantasies can't be that bad, right?”
“I’m not sure, Sarah; I just didn't want you thinking that I was a creep or something.”
“Babe, please tell me what these fantasies are. I am starting to overthink here. What kind of thing would make me think you are a creep?”
“Well, recently I have been having these thoughts, fantasies, that involve you and me and another man.”
I close my eyes and sigh; I am extremely thankful that it wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be. I wish he had come and told me about it instead of keeping it to himself and letting it get in the way of him and me.
“Babe, that’s not a bad fantasy. Why didn't you just tell me?”
“That’s not all, baby; there is more to it than just having a man in with us.”
“Oh? Well, can we please sit and talk about this? I need to understand why it’s causing a drift between us.”
“Of course we can, baby; let’s go sit in the living room. You go ahead; I’ll pour us a coffee and be right in.”
I smile and nod my head as he lets go of my waist, and I head out of the kitchen. I walk into the living room and throw myself back onto the plush, comfy couch. My head hitting the back of the couch, I close my eyes again, trying to digest what he just told me. I can't fathom how a fantasy can stop him from being intimate with me; it can't be that bad. I keep my eyes closed as I hear his footsteps getting closer to the living room; he sits down beside me and places the cups of coffee on the table in front of us, and I let the aroma fill my nostrils.
“Baby, are you ready to finish our talk?”
“Hmm, yes, I’m ready. I can’t fathom how having a threesome would be that bad, babe.”
“Well, a threesome isn't the exact term I would use for what I fantasize about; it is more of me watching you being fucked by another man.”
“Oh, being a cuck? Is that what you mean, babe?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable; that’s why I haven’t mentioned it. But seeing you being fucked by someone and then licking you clean afterwards, the idea is extremely arousing to me.”
I open my eyes, turning my head to face him, and I give him a soft smile. Letting him know that it is okay and I'm not feeling uncomfortable at the idea. In fact, it is the opposite; I find the idea extremely arousing. I can picture myself tied to the bed, fully naked, my curvy body on show and ready to be used by a stranger. Thinking of Jace sitting in the corner watching me being taken, stroking his cock as he enjoys the scene unfolding in front of him. Him between my legs after I have been thoroughly used and cum hard, licking up the mess that has been made all over and inside my pussy. The thought of all that has me heating up; my knickers start getting damp as my excitement at the idea is causing me to get extremely wet.
“Babe, are you okay? It's too much, isn't it? I'm sorry, just forget the idea.”
“Ahem, no, it's erm. It's very exciting; I am picturing the scene in my head, and I think I would like to try it.”
He looks at me in shock, his mouth dropping open into an O shape. I can't help but giggle at his cute reaction to what I have just said. I reach my hand out and gently caress his face, then start running my hand over his beard that I love.
“Don't be so shocked, babe; I find the idea of you watching me very sexy, plus the fact it turns you on makes it even more erotic. I really would like to try that if it really excites you that much.”
He takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth, and kisses the back of my hand. I smile sweetly at him; it reminds me of the times back when we first started dating. I truly hope we can get back to that; I want my Jace back, I miss him.
“It means the world that you would try it for me, baby. I honestly thought you would find me creepy or disgusting for wanting to do that. I thought I would lose you; that is why I have been distant recently. I didn't know how to approach asking you about it, and I was scared you would leave me.”
“Don’t ever think I would leave you, babe, for something like that. I have no problem with exploring our fantasies, as long as we communicate properly and both agree to the rules we set out.”
“Oh, thank you, baby; you are the best partner I could ever ask for!”
“Of course, babe, just remember to communicate with me; the worst thing that will happen is I will say no. But if you don’t talk to me, I will never know what you want; I can't read your mind.”
I gently nudge him, trying to make a light joke to cut the awkwardness he is feeling. He lets out a throaty chuckle, and I shuffle closer to him, snuggling into his side as he wraps his arm around me. I let out a content sigh; I have been missing this. Just the two of us sitting together in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company.
“So mister, how are we going to go about this? Do you have anyone in mind to come and help us live out your fantasy?”
“Actually I do. Can you remember my friend from work who came to the barbeque we had last week?”
“Erm, yes. That was Trey? Or am I mistaken?”
“You're right, Trey. I know he is single, and he has told me he fancies you and has asked before if you would be willing to have a threesome with him. But as you know, I don't want to do that. So maybe he will be okay with fucking you while I watch.”
“Why don’t you set that up with him then and just let me know when it’s going to happen?”
I plant a soft kiss on his cheek and get up and grab my coffee, while Jace hastily searches his pocket for his phone so he can call Trey. He finds his phone and dials Trey’s number and gets up off the couch, leaving the room while I start to fantasize about Jace watching us have sex. I lie down on the couch, running my hands over my body as it tingles. Having the image in my mind, I can't help but get extremely turned on. I feel the overwhelming need to pleasure myself with the images I can see in my mind. My hands find their way into my pants, pushing my knickers to the side, and I start rubbing over my pussy lips. Moaning at the sheer delight I feel at this moment, how wet I am. I love playing with my pussy; the feeling it gives me is indescribable. Taking my time, I slowly run my fingers up and down the slit, building up the want, the need for me to play with my clit.
I stand up from the couch and drop my pants, kicking them off. They are restricting my way around playing with my pussy, and my need to pleasure myself grows each second my hand isn't on my pussy. I leave my knickers on and lie back down, letting my imagination take control. I open my pussy lips, exposing my glistening clit, which is ready to be played with. Slowly, using the tip of my middle finger, I start running light circles around my clit. Feeling the heat radiating off it as it is begging to be touched, I can feel it throbbing as my finger circles it, slowly teasing myself mercilessly. I can't help but moan loudly as the sensations start taking over, and all I care about right now is reaching my sweet, tortuous climax.
Jace walks in slowly, but I am too caught up in pleasuring myself to notice him stopping in front of me as I finally touch my clit and whimper. That whimper was all it took for him to lose control. He takes my hands and pins them above my head, then lets go and tells me to keep them there. I do as I'm told and keep my hands where he placed them; he smashes his lips against mine, knocking the wind out of my lungs. The passionate kiss we are sharing is sending shocks of electricity down my body into my pussy, causing me to whimper into his mouth and buck my hips against him lying on top of me. He growls into my mouth as his tongue is dancing in sweet harmony with mine, causing my pussy to start dripping against my thigh; we both can smell my arousal now. Which causes Jace to allow his primal side to take over.
He roughly kisses and sucks his way down from my lips to my chest. Leaving love bites where his lips have touched, leaving my body yearning for more. He grabs my breasts and pushes them together, and with the flick of his tongue, he makes my already erect nipples harder. Nibbling and sucking on them causes me to arch my back and whimper, as the pleasure he is giving me is almost too much to bear. He notices that I am close to orgasm and stops, making me groan in frustration. I am so close. I need to cum so badly; my pussy is aching to release its juices all over him and me.
Jace leaves me waiting for a few seconds so the feeling of wanting to cum subsides slightly, so it's not so intense before diving face-first into my pussy. His tongue found my clit, licking it with long, slow licks. His tongue moves side to side as he goes up and down from my clit to my entrance, and I grab his hair, holding him in place. Letting out loud moans and whimpers as he greedily laps up the juices flowing out of my pussy as I edge closer and closer to orgasm. I am so close again; I start bucking my hips on his face as his tongue pushes deep inside me, causing me to come undone. I start cumming hard, squirting all over his tongue. My juices squirting out the sides of his tongue over his face and my thighs, trickling down from my pussy to my ass.
He takes his tongue out of my pussy and laps up the juices that spilled, taking his time licking my thighs. Moving from the top of my pussy down to my ass, making sure not to miss a single drop. He sits up, looks me in my eyes, and smiles. While I lie here panting, trying my best to regain my breath, but he made me cum so hard and intensely, I look at him and give him a weak but happy smile.
“Well, I wasn't expecting that, babe. Wow. Thank you. Did you get through to Trey?”
“I did, and he is willing to do it, as long as you are comfortable with it, baby.”
“I am very comfortable doing it. As a matter of fact, I started to play with myself because of the thoughts I was getting about watching you, watching me get fucked by your friend.”
“Well, baby, he is coming around tomorrow. Get ready, baby; it’s going to be a wild night.”
