Unleashing Mary's Inner Slut

John and Mary were in bed on Saturday night. Their kid had gone to bed at 9, and they watched television until about 12. John had spent a considerable amount of effort working on Mary, trying to get her sexed up that they might do it that night. Any time that Mary went to the bedroom, John would follow and do anything from watching Mary, kissing her neck, and lightly dry humping her. The message had been sent, received, and all he had to do was wait.

Midnight came, they went to bed, and when Mary came out of the bathroom, John was rock hard and ready for action. She crawled into bed next to him with just her bra and panties (her breasts needed to stay in a support bra for a while yet given the recent operation). John reminded her of when they first started dating, how on Date #3 they had gotten into his backseat and got naked and went to second base, her hand on his throbbing cock and his index and middle finger in her pussy. They kissed and groped like this but didn't go all the way since they hadn't become an exclusive couple yet. In bed this evening, listening to this recollection, Mary had become very ready and very wet for John's average 6" cock that was at maximum strength.

John got on top of Mary for missionary. He penetrated her pussy lips nice and slowly although it appeared he wouldn't need to take it too slowly this time given the sexy talk a moment earlier. In fact, he was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to hold his load. John was uncircumcised, his penis relatively sensitive, and tonight Mary suggested they do it raw (she wasn't on an birth control) since she was about to get her period.

John asked Mary to flip over and lay flat while he take her from behind. Laying flat, her round ass smiled up at John as he penetrated her pussy again, this time picking up urgency and speed. After a minute, he laid on his side and did more thrusting from behind, getting passionate kisses as she turned her head backwards. John was getting too close. He wanted more. He pulled out to stop the build but it was too late. John's cock exploded tablespoons of cum all over his belly while he lay there disappointed. Mary took it in stride like she always did.

John felt bad, but this sometimes happens during sex. He wished she was open to other forms of sex, oral or hand stimulation, to help bring her to a climax when this happened. Unfortunately, her preference was for traditional penis-in-vagina stimulation, making it very hard for John to satisfy her when her hot snatch was wet and ready like it was this evening.

...

John's Mardi Gras hotel reservation was this Saturday night. His mom had flown out to their home to watch the two kids while the two couples would go and experience Mardi Gras for the first time. His plans were slowly coming to fruition.

It had been an unproductive month. As mentioned previously, John had established connections with random men on Craigslist who'd given him tons of advice on how to get Mary to open up. "Watch more porn with her." "Watch threesome porn." "Invite me over as a handyman and see what happens." "Get her a massage and see if the masseuse can push the boundaries." "Set up a boudoir photo shoot for her and see if the photographer can push the boundaries." "Get her to open up about her fantasies and see if you can make them reality."

Despite what seemed like great advice all around, John wasn't sure that she would go for any of this. After all, she'd made it clear in the past she was not into leading men on, she didn't like massages from strange men, and she didn't like revealing too much skin in front of non-family members. After all these suggestions, discussing her fantasies seemed like the easiest, lightest load.

One night, a recovery night between the relatively frequent nights of passion that had become the norm, John mentioned one of his fantasies to Mary. It was an old fantasy that didn't apply anymore, but was one of the more benign ones. It involved him being surrounded by lots of women in bed with him, being surrounded by sizable breasts and wet vaginas. So many women, that they covered the mattress and the only way he could share the bed was to lay on top of them.

Mary remember that there was a Queen video where Freddy Mercury had been in such a situation. John didn't recall such a thing, but getting into an argument about where the fantasy originated was counterproductive to his goal of getting her to open up about her fantasies, so he didn't pursue this angle. Instead, he asked her if she'd had any such fantasies like a men-bed or the like. After having opened up and shared a fantasy so private with his wife of three years, he instead got quite the surprise from this woman who every once in a while would demonstrate just how little he understood her.

"I have never fantasized about being with multiple men. This is forbidden in my religion. From a young age, third grade if I remember right, we received religious instruction in school about consequences for sinful thoughts and acts. My family has also reinforced this in my brain." Her tone was almost that of chastising. Here John was trying to spice things up, but instead it began to feel like he'd gone to far, taken too great a risk and continuing this approach could be upset the balance of their marriage.

They chatted for what felt like 20 minutes about her upbringing, her sexuality, and her relationship with Islam, which was also complicated for John to understand. He'd always assumed if you were Muslim, you were Muslim, and that was it. Mary had always said that she wasn't a practicing Muslim. John thought this was tantamount to an atheist in terms of adherence to faith or fear of consequences from sin or what have you. Turns out, not only was Islam part of her identity and national origin, she still believed adhered to it for deciding how it should affect her behavior with regard to sinning thought and action, how it would affect her salvation.

Turns out, unleashing Mary's inner slut was going to be harder than John originally thought, if not impossible. Had she not just indicated an interest in flashing her tits on Bourbon Street? Had she not shown her tits to a doctor to make them more attractive? Probably one of the most medically unnecessary procedures around.

John was beginning to lose hope that anything major would happen at Mardi Gras. At least he knew that no matter what happened, if they did go bar hopping on Bourbon Street that Saturday, he'd see some kind of action. Who knows how adventurous Natalie would be? Maybe Natalie would flash her breasts, and if the reaction was positive, that could break down Mary's inhibitions and result in something.

Another interesting twist for John was the amount of interesting chatter through his newly found Craigslist network of "helpful" men. As mentioned previously, besides the obvious offers to provided "surrogate" services or their interest in watching Mary and John have sex, they'd also suggested that John assume the observer role, or that he should clean up after they got done. In fact, two of them suggested that John and Mary share their cocks.

...

Up to this point, John tended to avoid thinking about, let alone talking about, the idea of enjoying cock. At the same time, he had watch countless hours of hardcore porn and always had the impression that giving blow jobs looked easy and couldn't understand why women didn't seem that interested in giving them very often. Part of him started to consider the idea a little.

The guys would write stuff like, "you actually just want to suck my dick while I look at your wife's pictures, don't you?" "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" "You're a pussy panty waste who doesn't deserve your wife's pussy." On the one hand, John read these notes and understood these were things men say or write to influence idiots to share their wives no matter the consequences. On the other hand, John couldn't help but begin to think that what they were saying was in some way true. Did John deserve his wife's pussy? Should John let men with bigger dicks have their way with her? Would she even do such a thing given what she said to John in bed about sin? And more importantly, did John secretly want to suck cock?

He looked at the cock pics they would send. Some looked no more larger than his own. Some, however, looked much thicker and longer. Not too mention, there were different shapes and colors, straight, curved, white, and black.

It would be easy to do. Meet one of these guys. Try out sucking his cock. See what happens. He could find out for sure if he liked it. He couldn't do it at home though, and risk the possibility that his wife might come home, or that the guy would have an ulterior motive to force the issue or blackmail John. No, the best way would be to either go to their house, or meet somewhere discreet.

What if he discovered he was gay? Would that be a problem? John thought it was a long shot. He loved pussy, he loved his wife, it made him hard just thinking about it. He remembered what he had read in his wife's Cosmo magazine a couple years back: "sexuality is fluid, there is no such thing as 100% straight or gay." Was it possible John was somewhere in the middle?

...

Literally one day later, John walked through the door of this guy that lived in the next town over. It was furnished with older furniture, furniture that his wife would have had thrown out 15 years earlier if it were her house. The guy was a little overweight, mostly balding, five o'clock shadow, dressed in a white robe.

"How's it going?" said the guy.

"Great. Thanks for having me over," said John, a little nervously. He didn't know what to expect, how this works, or whether he was actually going to go through with this.

John had decided not to visit any of the guys that knew John was looking to whore out his wife. Instead, he posted a separate Craigslist post that asked if anyone was interested in a first timer male-for-mail blowjob. To John's surprise, there weren't that many replies. It came down to three, and John went with the one who seemed most real and whose cock looked the cleanest.

Jerry sat down in his easy chair and undid the robe, exposing his soft three inches of limpness.

"Go ahead."

John, not looking to make friends or eye contact, and short on time, got between Jerry's legs on his knees, and took the penis in his hand. It did indeed seem clean, even in person. Jerry must have showered. It reminded John of his own penis, which he would have sucked gladly. Unfortunately, that's not how blowjobs work. It takes two.

John bent down and put the penis in his mouth. Jerry gasped with the sensation of a warm man's mouth on his penis. This was his favorite, getting blown by straight guys who weren't getting enough at home or experimenting with their own sexuality.

John could feel the cock getting stiffer in his mouth. He took his mouth off of Jerry's dick and pumped it a little with his hand, observing the way it looked now hard, moist from his own saliva.

"You like that, Bitch? You like sucking Daddy's cock? You think you wanna come over and do this for me every day?"

John put the cock back in his mouth, and hummed a "mm-hmm" in reply. John didn't know yet, but it would be poor bedside manners to say no at this point.

He bobbed his face all the way down until his lips touched Jerry's belly. Another gasp. The tip of Jerry's cock tickled John's throat. A gag reflex was triggered. John thought, "okay, need to take it easy, not go down all the way each time."

"Yeah, like that, take it all, I love it when you swallow the whole thing."

John realized a couple of things right away. Deep throating is not for amateurs. At several points, he literally thought he was going to vomit all over Jerry's belly, even though it was only 6" long. Second, blowjobs are more trouble than they appear on screen. So much easier would it be to lie down and take a cock up a vagina. Or ass.

Before John knew it, Jerry released warm semen into John's mouth. It was more than Jerry bargained for, causing him to gag and spit the cum into his hand for fear of vomiting.

"That was great. Thanks," Jerry said.

"No problem. Thanks for having me over. Can I use your bathroom really fast?"

"Of course."

...

So John had experienced his first blow job. It hadn't been all that bad. The cock was clean, the guy Jerry was nice enough, very discreet. John didn't feel exhausted or dirty once it was done, and he felt a sense of having had sex, yet not spent or exhausted. Still horny. He felt good for having helped another person cum. He thought it would be nice if it had been his wife. He'd loved to orally stimulate Mary, but again it wasn't her thing. If John couldn't perform felatio on Mary, perhaps this was the next best thing.

John thought it might be fun to do it with other women, but he quickly dismissed this thought. Doing it with another woman would feel more like cheating. With a man, it was more like playing. It was different. John decided right away this wouldn't be the last time. He would reach out to Jerry again. He would do it again and reevaluate how he felt about the whole thing. Wait and see. Wait and see.