Bluebeard’s wife

John hissed and I heard him stop touching himself abruptly. My pussy was soaked, and I squeezed my legs together again, aching for release. Had he come? I was filled with disappointment. He didn’t move for a moment, his breathing ragged, the bed still now. Then it started again, his hand working up and down his shaft, slow at first, then faster and faster.

“Yeah, lick her pussy, baby,” he whispered.

My eyes widened and I squeezed my nipple hard at the words. Two women? The thought was exciting, but what was even better was the fact that John was thinking about it. This was one of his fantasies!

I began to slide my hand down my side, trying not to move the covers or give him any indication I was awake. I had to touch myself. It was a long, slow process, an inch at a time, braving two or three inches when he really got into it, hoping he was too lost in the sensation to be thinking about me as I eased my hand down toward my wet pussy.

Finally, I parted my lips, using just my index finger to rub over my aching clit as he pumped his cock. He was getting closer, I could tell, and the closer he got, the more he said. I strained to hear his whispered words.

“You want that in your ass? Take it!” I felt him thrust up a little, as if he were thrusting into something-or someone. Anal sex? We had never had anal sex. He hadn’t ever expressed an interest. I had no idea. I rubbed my clit a little faster, aching to bury my fingers in my pussy but not daring to move any more than I already was. My belly tightened and my cheeks were red.

I was so excited, that I could feel myself hovering just on the verge, and I slowed my finger down, just pressing my clit. I wanted to come with him, if I could time it right.

His hand flew up and down his shaft now, the bed squeaking with the effort. I still couldn’t believe I had slept through this on countless nights, believing he never masturbated.

“Yeah, play with your tits,” he whispered. “You want my cum in your ass?”

John’s breath came very fast, his hand moving like lightning over his cock, his hips jerking and bucking against the bed. My finger glided back and forth against my clit again as I listened and tried to control my own breathing, my muscles growing tighter and tighter as I rubbed myself.

“Take my cum, baby,” he whispered, his body shuddering. “Take it all!” I bit my lip to keep from moaning, feeling him thrusting up as he came. I nudged my clit over the edge to completion, feeling it begin to pulse with my climax, wave after wave shivering through me. I heard John take a few deep breaths, and then he got up and walked into the bathroom connected to our bedroom.

I took a few moments to get my own breathing under control, snuggling deep under the covers and listening to the toilet flush, the water run. My heart still pounded in my chest with the secret that I had discovered. John not only masturbated-he fantasized about everything from being with two women to anal sex! I wondered what else he imagined when he stroked his hard cock. I knew one thing-I was going to find out.

And I was going to have to start drinking a lot more black tea before bed!

Chapter Two

Kelly and I met at the gym at nine. She dragged her gym bag in one hand and three-year-old Taylor by the other, who shuffled his feet and glowered at the floor.

“I have to drop him off at the child care.” She puffed a stray lock of red hair out of her eyes. Taylor’s freckled nose turned up to me. He looked just like his mother.

“I don’t want to go,” he pouted.

“I’ll meet you in the locker room, ok?” she said. I nodded, trying not to laugh as Kelly juggled everything all at once as she pulled open the door to the child care.

I went into the women’s locker room and put my gym bag down, starting to undress. I was pulling on my shorts when Kelly burst in, throwing her bag on the bench.

“Now I know why you guys never had kids.” She banged open a locker and unbuttoned her blouse. I sat on the bench, pulling a t-shirt over my head.

“Tara, if you don’t wear a bra, that guy at the desk is going to spend the entire hour staring at you again.” Kelly pulled off her blouse. I glanced down at my breasts.

“Please.” I rolled my eyes. “If I had yours, then I’d wear a bra.”

“So, what could you not tell me on the phone?” Kelly unzipped her slacks and slid them down her full hips.

“Oh, right.” I glanced around. There was no one in our row of lockers, and someone was running a hair dryer around the corner. “It’s about John.”

“Yeah?” She slipped her t-shirt on, pulling her long hair out from under the collar.

I had told Kelly about my search for John’s fantasy life. “Well… I discovered the mystery.”

“And?” She folded her clothes neatly and put them in her bag.

I took a deep breath. “John has been making calls to a phone sex line.”

“You’re kidding me? John?!” Kelly sat on the bench, her jaw dropped. “How do you know?”

I nodded, pursing my lips. “I found the phone bills.”

“Were you mad?”