If the police investigated sexual accidents like traffic accidents, I wonder who they would find at fault in last nights pile up? I think it was almost like one of those insurance scams where the bad guys cut you off and then slam on the brakes so you can't help but rear end them, except it was my husband who rear ended me. The guys had definitely been deliciously bad, but that didn't make them bad guys. There was the possibility that after close investigation, I could be found at fault for making the call that started it all.
Like many accidents, this one could not be traced back to a single cause but was rather a chain of events that each contributed to a happy collision.
I took my first sip of coffee as I started the morning in a pensive mood. I couldn't help but think back to how it began.
It had been a long day bent over the nearly ready plants in the greenhouse that my husband, Tim, had added to the back of our house. Gardening started as my hobby but like many fun pastimes, it had grown to the point that it was now a part time avocation. The greenhouse had begun as a small thing but Tim had expanded it until now it dominated our back yard, and my life.
We had a huge contract for trees to be planted in several municipal earth day celebrations as well as spring planting customers. The numbers of plants we needed to ship was huge, even if the paycheck wouldn't be. There was so much work to get done!
I was bent over the plywood table in the greenhouse working on the pots full of three foot saplings when I felt Tim slam his crotch into my back end. I hadn't heard him coming and the contact was a surprise that knocked me nose first into the petunias near the middle of the wooden sheet. My nose drank in the earthy smell of wet peat moss. The worst, however came when each of my breasts found its way into a different pot of greenery, leaving dark smudges on my white tee shirt where my nipples should have been poking through.
I couldn't help but feel Tim's erection as he squiggled it against my butt. It was not an altogether unpleasant contact, but there was so much work to do that there wasn't time for even a pleasant distraction. We had so many plants to get out! There simply wasn't time for this!
Then came the real damage. Tim leaned over and nibbled on my left ear which sent sparks through me. Then he whispered in the ear he was munching, "Wouldn't it feel good if it was Bill's cock stroking your sweet pussy? "
I don't know what I thought in that moment. I was shocked at the totally unexpected comment. I was annoyed with how much work was still undone. I was pissed that he actually thought that the idea would turn me on. My anger began to simmer!
"Mmmm" he hummed in my ear. "Bill has such a big cock. You'd really love feeling that thing in you."
That was it! I stood up straight which nearly knocked Tim across the room. I spun to face him ready to let my ire loose on my sick husband.
Before I could get a word out, he started laughing. He nearly doubled over in a gale of mirth.
For a minute I looked at him with that anger bubbling in my soul before the angst faded, blown away by his giggles. "What the hell is so funny?" I asked him as my rage faded to indignation.
Tim pointed at my chest. "Your tits." He squeaked out before going back to laughing.
"My tits? What's so funny about my....." I looked down. The dirty smudges on my shirt were dripping wet black mud that was splattering the cement of the floor between my feet. Another blob of dirt dripped from the tip of my nose to join the puddle at my feet. I wanted to be mad, but what the hell, it was kinda funny. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
In that minute the anger was gone, but it was time to deal once and for all with this Bill thing. Tim had had a threesome on his mind for almost a year, but the Bill thing only went back to the night before. It was really time to get that over with!
Tim has been my husband for twelve years and over time our love has grown stronger each day but it faded from an unquenchable bucket of burning passion to a slow simmer. He is my best friend and we still behave like bunnies in the bedroom but its more two friends who love to pleasure each other than out of control lovers.
I couldn't be mad at Tim over this persistent threesome thing because it wasn't so much about what he wanted as what he thought I needed. He wanted me to get the multiple partner fucking that he thought would drive me over the edge. He wanted to give me the large cock that he didn't have.
MEN! If I couldn't be mad, I could be a little annoyed that he just didn't get it. He had all that I needed. I wasn't lacking anything and I didn't need a big cock or a tangle of body parts that belonged to more than one lover.
I think he's read a few too many erotic stories about big cocks and women who have multiple orgasms from them. His cock is just fine and I don't know what multiorgasmic means.
He may be smaller than most, but he knows how to use it. In twelve years I can count the times that he hasn't succeeded in sending me to heaven on the fingers of one hand. What more can a girl ask of a man? How can she convince a man with a small cock complex that he isn't too small? No matter what I say, he still thinks his member is too diminutive for me.
It doesn't take a huge penis to pleasure me. I may not have one thunderous orgasm that blends into the next, but I crash just fine. If he lets me slide down into the valley of wonder for just a minute, he can take me back to the mountain again and again. I just can't convince him that it is neither his fault or any sort of problem. It is simply my very own personal sexual response. I like things the way they are and I doubt that anyone else could get any different response from me!
Having two men at once has always been my leading fantasy. The problem with that one was that my fantasy involved Tim and either a rotating movie star or a faceless human dildo. I never saw myself with any other real person. It was very easy to envision the potential disastrous consequences involved with a third partner.
We had discussed it over and over. He knew what I thought but he kept telling me that it was my head talking and my pussy really wanted to do it. His conviction could not be shaken. Over time I had decided that the best way to deal with him was to ignore him and simply reject any possible suggested third party.
We'd go for weeks with no mention of his threesome thing and then unexpectedly, over dinner, he'd throw out a name. Sometimes we'd be making love and he'd whisper out a name in my distracted ear and I'd stop and glare at him and tell him to forget it. I would not continue his favorite activity until he had let it go.
Friday night had been different, but not for the reason that Tim apparently thought. I had been straddling his hips feeling the wonder of his, perfect to me, cock sliding in and out of my body as I rocked on him when he slid two fingers to my mouth. I sucked them in as I approached my climax.
"Wouldn't you love to be sucking Bill's big cock while you fucked me?" He asked, throwing out the very real name of a very real friend of ours. If he'd said that thirty seconds before that moment, I would have had my usual reaction. The problem was, I was right on the edge, much too close to hold any coherent conversation, much too close to stop and glare. All I could do was moan in pleasure as I exploded.
Neither of us said anything afterward. We just snuggled and went to sleep. I didn't realize that because I didn't reprimand him, he thought I was interested in his latest suggestion.
There wasn't another word about Friday night until Tim rear ended me. I wanted to scream and make my point but I was standing there dripping muddy water off my nipples and my nose while mutual giggles took over the moment.
