Kathryn Stevens sat nervously perched on the edge of her toilet seat, studiously avoiding looking at the plastic stick in her hand. She was nine days late at this point, and her body felt off in a familiar way… so she had decided that it was time to be sure.
It was really only a matter of time, she supposed. She and her husband Ken never used condoms – she had made a painful, itchy discovery as a teen that she had a latex allergy. Kathryn – Kate (but never Katie) to her friends - had used various other methods of birth control over the years, but none of them were great for her. The pill made her gain weight, made her moody, and tanked her libido. The ring was better, but she didn’t like the weird bleeding she was prone to while on it. The damned shot, while convenient, caused an allergic reaction that got worse every single time she got it - to the point that Ken had forbidden it as an option after her hives had included trouble breathing the last time the doc had given it to her. Kate had unsuccessfully tried an IUD years ago, but the bleeding just never seemed to stop; she wasn’t keen on giving that another go. She had used the pill for years as the best of a bunch of bad options, but she had reached her wits end with it.
Six months ago, Kate had decided to not refill the pill, and holy shit had she been so much happier off of the damned thing. The fifteen pounds she had struggled with for the past couple of years seemed to just melt away. She was happier, more confident, vibrant. Ken had appreciated the changes in her attitude (to say nothing of the massive jump in her sex drive) so much that it didn’t take much convincing for him to agree to say to hell with the pill. They had chosen to go back to pulling out… but the fact was that they had NEVER been very good at it – their first three children were evidence of that.
Well, evidence of that and of Kathyrn’s high fertility. She had two friends who had struggled with getting pregnant, and she knew that it was normal for most people to have to try for months… but Kate herself had the opposite issue. It seemed that Ken had to only look at her the wrong way, and that poor rabbit was as good as dead.
She’d been off of contraception for six months now, and they had quickly moved from pulling out every single time to pulling out only on risky days. Kate’s cycle had always been clockwork regular – bleed for two to three days, ovulate on day fourteen. Every time.
She and Ken had joked about it – once, they had gone so far as to chart her periods ahead of time on a brand new calendar for the entire coming year. She was only off by a single day on one period for the entirety of those twelve months.
In theory, they should have been pretty safe. In practice, the couple were their own worst enemies when it came to safety. Both Ken and Kate absolutely loved it when he came inside of her. Kate always felt a little unfulfilled, a little hollow if he pulled out. And Ken loved to fill his wife up; he always said that it just felt like his cum belonged inside of her. As a result, neither of them were super wonderful at insisting on proper pulling out; he would often push the absolute limits of his ability to hold back his orgasm, she would often lock her legs around him and try to get him to stay inside for a few extra seconds when he was ready to come.
Given these tendencies, given how they kept pushing things right up to the risky days, it really was only a matter of time. And so, here she was, thirty-eight years old and a mother of three, feeling like the three minutes for the pregnancy test to give an answer was more like three hours. Finally though, the time was up, and Kate turned the test over.
There it was – the faint but unmistakable second blue line that she had known she would see. Baby number four was on the way.
Now, Kate just had to figure out how to tell her husband.
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Not to sound overly trite, but Kathyrn and Kenneth Stevens were a happy couple. They had been married for sixteen years, had gone through the challenges of being young and poor, of dealing with long career hours to get ahead, of the trials and tribulations of parenthood. They had two boys, one girl, ages twelve, nine, and three. Ken was successful in IT; Kate had been a nurse, but when she got pregnant the third time, she had decided that she wanted to become a stay at home mom. Ken had grown a sideline consulting business that didn’t fully replace her salary, but did make it viable for them to make such a move, so Kate had quit work before baby number three. She had been by and large content with her life since that time.
As most couples experienced, Kate and Ken’s sex life had been up and down over the years. When they had first gotten together, they had that early relationship period where they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. They had been open minded, free willed, happy to try almost anything once (and most things twice, just in case the first time was a one-off bad experience). Years and life and kids and responsibilities had sapped some of that fire away, and their sex lives had waxed and waned over time. Truth be told, sex had become less frequent, less passionate in recent years… but Kate going off the pill had seemed to jump start things quite a bit.
Kate had always been an attractive woman - a fairly tall brunette with curves in all the right places, and gorgeous blue eyes. Mother nature had blessed her with C cup breasts which had swollen quite a bit with motherhood. Naturally, nursing babies had taken a toll there, but Ken (who never seemed to see the need as Kate had never lost any beauty in his eyes) had agreed that she could get a lift done after the last baby if she truly wanted it; these days, her round D cup breasts sat high and proud on her chest.
Ken himself was the most normal, unremarkable guy you’d ever meet. Two years Kate’s senior, he was a couple of inches short of six feet tall, with an average build (that might have been slightly softening around the middle), and brown hair and eyes. Turning forty hadn’t cost him his hair yet, but he didn’t kid himself – that hairline was slowly receding. What Ken did was work hard between his day job and his consulting business, sometimes putting in extremely long hours. He never complained, though; he wanted the best for his family, and he worked to provide that for them.
Since her husband did such a good job in the sole provider role, Kate felt that it was her part to take care of the home and kids, as well as take care of herself – losing the last of the baby weight had been one of her big motivations to stop the pill, after all.
The thought made the housewife frown a little. She had worked her ass off to get her pre pregnancy body back, she’d had the lift done… but damn it, here she was pregnant again. She made a vow to stay very active, to gain as little weight as possible during the pregnancy, to do everything she could to minimize the impact to this body she had worked hard for.
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Kate lay back, totally limp, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ken had always been excellent at giving oral, but when she came this time, she had been worried that her actual soul was going to leave her body. “Oh God, stop, no more, oh come here,” she panted.
Ken knew how to set his wife off, knew which buttons to push. He had focused hard on her clit, but when her orgasm started, he had shifted to licking inside of her vagina, basically fucking her with his tongue. For whatever reason, that seemed to magnify the orgasms for Kate, and he was happy to do whatever it took to please her. To be fair, he absolutely loved to worship his wife’s pussy, would have been happy to lick her anytime, anywhere. So to keep licking while she grinded and clenched against his face, saturating him with her juices… well, his attitude there was akin to Bre’r Rabbit and the briar patch.
Grinning, he moved up above his wife. Kate looked deeply into his eyes as she took Ken’s stiff cock into her hand and aimed it at her molten center. As wet as she was, it took exactly one thrust for him to nestle his balls up firmly against his wife. Kate gasped – while not huge, her husband was a little longer and a bit thicker than the average guy, and he always seemed to fill her up just perfectly.
His wife wore a sultry look on her face as Ken began to slowly grind in and out of her. She was so very wet tonight, and seemed to respond to every little motion of his. When he went to kiss her, she responded eagerly – a bit unusual, since Kate wasn’t normally a huge fan of tasting her own juices on his mouth after he had gone down on her, but Ken wasn’t about to complain. After several moments, she broke the kiss and fixed him with a deep gaze.
“I have something important to tell you,” she breathed with a crooked grin.
He matched her grin. “So tell me,” he replied while maintaining his motions.
“You’re going to be a dad again,” she stated. “I’m pregnant.”
Ken’s grin grew so wide that it threatened to split his face. “I thought so,” he replied.
Confusion crossed Kate’s face. She had thrown the pregnancy test packaging away in the outside trash can, and the test itself was under some towels in the linen closet. How could he have known?
“How…?” she started.
Her husband kissed her again. “Shhhh,” he replied, cutting her off. “I’ll explain later. Right now, I’m enjoying this pregnant pussy. I definitely won’t be pulling out.”
Kate shivered as he picked up his pace. “Don’t you dare,” she demanded.
His head filled with visons of his wife’s belly growing round beneath him, of her breasts filling with milk for his child, Ken moved from sensual lovemaking to animalistic fucking. When he couldn’t hold out any longer, he made sure to bury his cock as deep as he could when he came; the knowledge that her cervix was closed off to his sperm as their baby grew inside her womb made his orgasm even more intense.
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“It’s pretty easy,” Ken explained to Kate later on, once they had both regained the ability of conversation. “I pretty much knew already, have actually known for a couple of days now. You taste pregnant.”
“What?” Kate interjected. “You are full of shit. That’s not a real thing!”
“It is!” he laughed. “I’ve noticed it literally every time you’ve been pregnant. You taste… sweeter. More musky, but still sweeter, if that makes sense. It hit me a couple of days ago, I wondered again last night. Tonight, I was pretty much certain.”
Kate shook her head. “That’s so weird. Really? You’re not just making this up?”
Ken laughed. “Nope,” he assured her. “It’s a real thing. And the change is definitely noticeable when we have sex the first time after you deliver. That sweetness just disappears.”
“Well, I’m so sorr-eee,” she whined in response. “I can’t really help that, can I?”
He grinned. “Obviously not. I’m just saying that it’s different.”
In truth, Ken had noticed that she was also noticeably more bitter when she wasn’t pregnant, though her being very wet tended to eliminate that part. Wisely, though, he kept that to himself. Kate could be a little self-conscious about things he viewed as trivial; he’d never want her to feel bad, so not every detail needed to be shared.
“Anyway,” he continued, “after you came tonight, there was no doubt in my mind. I was actually going to ask if it was possible. When did you test?” he asked.
“Today,” she admitted. “I was going to show you the test tonight.” She paused. “Are you sure that you are okay? I know that we hadn’t really talked about another baby…”
Ken shook his head but grinned. “No, but we haven’t exactly been super careful, have we? I think that we both know how babies are made, so it was bound to happen. I’m a little surprised that it actually happened this month – I thought we had been way more careful about the dates – but the fact that it did happen isn’t surprising. So yes, I’m happy. I love you so much. Besides,” he added with a mischievous wink, “you’re sexy as fuck when you are pregnant. I mean, was I really going to complain about getting one more chance to fulfil my pregnancy kink?”
Kate playfully hit him on the shoulder. I guess not,” she answered. “I love you too.”
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The pregnancy went well. The first trimester morning sickness gave way to the ease of the second trimester – and to the huge libido leap in Kate that went along with it. The couple’s sex life stayed strong all the way up to delivery, with Kate demanding sex and extra orgasms during the end of the pregnancy at least partially due to various studies suggesting that orgasm and the proteins in semen were both tied to helping induction of labor.
Anytime Kate started to feel bad about her body, she only had to give her husband half a chance and he’d be caressing her swollen belly, commenting on how sexy she looked, or rubbing her feet dutifully. The man had always found her sexy, but it was obvious that his attraction reached an extra level when she was carrying his child.
Eventually, the couple discussed their future. While they both loved children, four kids felt like enough. They had twice thought that they were done – first after baby number two, then again after baby number three. Now, after number four, it was definitely the right time to call an end to having more children.
Neither of them wanted Kate to have to deal with any more birth control side effects, and neither were interested in condoms. Sure, they could look at lambskin or the other non latex options that would at least avoid a stinging, itching vagina… but even so, condoms just felt impersonal. There was something primal for both of them for semen to end up inside of Kate, and they just didn’t want to deal with the mess and inconvenience and annoyance of condoms.
So the decision was made – Ken would get the snip. Insurance covered it, and sex was already on a pause while Kate recovered from delivery. He could spend a couple of days with frozen peas in his lap while he held the baby. Then there would ne no more surprise pregnancies, no more worries about pulling out, and no birth control side effects to deal with. Well, at least not after he got his final recheck ten weeks or so after his surgery.
At first, it seemed that everything went perfectly according to plan. Kate delivered a healthy seven pound, two ounce baby girl and got to come home with no complications. Ken got a quick surgery and an allotment of frozen produce. Six weeks later, their sex lives resumed with the thought that only a month remained until worries of pregnancy were forever over.
Well… perhaps resumed is a strong word to use. While both Ken and Kate were enthused at the idea of returning to sex, Kate discovered that her hormones were all out of whack – right after the baby was born, she found that she was having major problems getting wet, and she was too embarrassed to use lube. This led to painful sex for her, which not only reduced her enthusiasm for intimacy, but also did the same to Ken – he hated the idea of hurting his wife.
Then, the baby blues hit – and they hit hard. Kate found herself a walking zombie, always tired beyond belief. Kate and Ken had been spoiled by three “good” babies – according to Kate’s parents, baby number four was a “real” baby who was fitful and cried through so many nights. The new mom found herself so exhausted that washing her hair was often an insurmountable task; Ken had to step in and assume many household chores even months after the baby’s birth. This led to the new father’s own exhaustion as he continued to work long hours with his two jobs; but without his help, Kate simply could not manage her normal domestic duties.
Adding to all of this was a sadness that seemed to settle in like a smothering blanket over Kate. She wrestled with the deep realization that this was her last baby. This was it. She was done.
For some reason, this made her terribly, achingly sad. She knew that it was illogical – she and Ken had really been happy with two children; four was certainly enough! She didn’t actually want another baby, but now that it was impossible, now that the choice had been taken from her, she felt a strong sense of loss that just wouldn’t seem to go away. While she knew that it didn’t make sense, knowing that she couldn’t have another baby made her feel like less of a woman.
All of these factors conspired against the couple, and they went from near daily sex (sometimes more) to sex perhaps once every week or two. The quality of the sex dropped precipitously, as well – rather than being the involved, enthusiastic partner she had been in the past, Ken often found his wife to be distracted, bored, barely present in the moment. Far too often, sex felt extremely transactional, as if Kate were trying to check off a necessary chore rather than seeking any intimacy or connection with her husband.
Most of the time, there was no foreplay; Kate seemed to have lost virtually all interest in orgasms and would rarely allow her husband to go down on her. Extras like different positions or toys or anything remotely kinky were things of the past. Sex usually consisted of a blunt statement to the effect of “come on and fuck me” while she lied back and let him climb on top of her, or perhaps she turned to her side and allowed him to penetrate her from a spooning position. Ken had to get it up, get it in, and get off… and that, for the most part, was the new normal of the Stevenses sex life.
This new normal went on for more than a year. Certainly, there were a few odd occasions when Ken saw flashes of his old wife. There were sessions here and there where she allowed him to give her an orgasm, where she took part and kissed him and made him feel wanted. But these moments were few and far between, and eventually all but died out. Ken tried to be positive and patient, but it was tough feeling like his needs just didn’t matter.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, in some situation or another. But it happened to be late on a Saturday night when the baby was almost sixteen months old that Kate caught her husband masturbating to porn.
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As usual, Kate had been so very tired that she barely made it to nine ‘o clock before falling asleep with the baby. As usual, it was up to Ken to get the kids to bed, though on the weekend they stayed up later. For once, however, Ken had some energy afterwards and wasn’t quite ready to go to sleep. It had been two weeks since the last chore-like sex session with his wife – Ken had actually hoped to have gotten lucky this Saturday night, but that wasn’t in the cards – and the poor man was undeniably horny.
So Ken slipped away to the living room, and after ensuring that everyone in the house was settled in and asleep, he loaded up some porn on his phone to help relieve some of the tension. Either Kate had done a little ninja training of late, or Ken had just gotten caught up in the video; he didn’t hear a sound as Kate opened the master bedroom door and moved down the hall towards him. He didn’t realize that anyone else was in the room until his wife’s unhappy voice called out.
“Ken, what are you doing?” she asked as sleep drained out of her voice. “Are… are you jerking off to PORN?”
Ken’s face burned. He knew that Kate was extremely narrow-minded when it came to pornography; she was one of those women who acted like porn was all but cheating. He had never used it a lot, but with the way their sex life had cratered in the past year plus, he had certainly turned to it more of late. And now, she had literally caught him with his dick in his hand.
The man cleared his throat as he closed the phone and tucked himself into his pants with as much dignity as he could muster. “Yes, Kate,” he answered, trying unsuccessfully to keep the vitriol out of his voice. “I was jerking off to porn.”
Kate let out a sob and rushed back down the hall, leaving her husband alone in the darkness.
Fuck, he chided himself. Why hadn’t he moved to the bathroom? Maybe put a shoe or something in front of the bedroom door, given himself an alarm to keep her from silently discovering him?
Ken stood up, planning to head to the bedroom and apologize to his upset wife. But two steps in, he realized that he didn’t want to apologize. What the hell did I actually do wrong here, he wondered inwardly.
By the time he made it to the bedroom, Ken was embarrassed, humiliated – and angry.
He entered the bedroom to a teary-eyed Kate. “How could you?” she demanded. “You know how I feel about porn! Why didn’t you just come to me?”
Ken breathed out slowly, fighting to keep his voice calm and even. “You’re absolutely right. I do know how you feel about porn, Kate. But just because you feel something doesn’t make it the universal truth.”
Kate was taken aback. She had expected some tearful apology, not this. Before she could respond, he continued.
“You feel like porn is cheating," he stated. “But any idiot knows that it takes two people to cheat. I’m watching sex for the sake of the sex, not because I’m wanting to be with that particular woman. I can’t be cheating with her, she doesn’t even know I exist!”
He paused for just a moment.
“And why didn’t I just come to you?” Ken laughed mirthlessly. “You know damn good and well that if I had come to you, you’d have made me feel like a pervert. Sex has become a chore to you, it’s something to check off of your list when you just absolutely must do so, and it has been that way since the baby was born. It has seemed that since the baby, you’ve turned the ‘lover’ switch off entirely to focus on being a mommy. So no, I wasn’t about to come to you to guilt you into giving me a sexual favor that we’d both know you didn’t want to give.”
Kate found herself speechless. Once again, Ken continued before she could find any words.
“I’ve been incredibly patient with you, Kate, because I love you and respect you. You haven’t enjoyed sex, haven’t wanted it. Not really. I realize that you are trying, and I appreciate that. But just because your desires went away doesn’t mean that mine have! I’ve always had a higher libido than you, but I have never once pressured you, even when your own libido became totally nonexistent. I have stopped trying to initiate since that seems to cause nothing but strife. I choose to be happy with the sex that you give, when you choose to give it, never complained that all of the variety and spice was gone from our sex life for the times when it actually did happen. But tonight, I wanted to fantasize a bit, use my imagination, and remember that feeling of a woman that actually enjoyed and wanted sex. I miss that.”
Ken leveled a stare at his wife. “I’m sorry that you were surprised that way, Kate. I’m sorry that you feel bad. But the fact is – I have done nothing wrong here. I have done nothing but respect you and your needs, and I have given you all of the space that you need. But I still have needs, too. I will not apologize for turning to fantasy to give those needs a tiny bit of fulfilment.”
Just then, the baby began to cry. Ken took a step towards the nursery. “Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” he spoke. “Go to sleep, Kate. We can talk tomorrow.”
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It took most of the next day for the two of them to work up the nerve, but that evening, after putting the kids to bed, they finally did talk.
Kate poured her heart out. She opened up about the sadness, the feelings of loss, the feelings of inadequacy around any possible additional motherhood. She told Ken about the pain, and how she had withdrawn from him, and about her depression, and how she had gotten caught in a vicious cycle of physical avoidance.
Some of this, Ken knew or had guessed. Some was a shock to him – especially the part about having babies, as the vasectomy had been her idea. He also opened up fully, letting his wife know how much he missed sex, intimacy, and desire. He shared feeling alone and unwanted and taken for granted.
They both cried. They held one another. And they talked.
Kate wanted to know more about the porn use. Ken decided to be brutally honest; he confessed that this wasn’t the first time that he had used porn. He explained that the real allure was being able to immerse himself in the fantasy of a woman who actually wanted and enjoyed sex – not the woman herself. He was surprised when Kate started getting particular in her questions.
“Show me the video you were watching, please,” she asked her husband. At first, he was reluctant, but after a “what the hell” moment, he searched and pulled it up.
Kate was honestly surprised. She had been expecting some barely legal model with huge silicone tits and a tiny waist acting in some slick production that accentuated how hot she was. Instead, the video featured the most average looking woman – perhaps a couple of years older than the couple – in a relatively poorly lit scene, having sex with a man that was clearly also not a professional performer.
“I don’t understand,” Kate told Ken, confusion in her voice. “Her boobs are saggy. She has stretch marks and cellulite. This turns you on?”
Ken nodded, hoping that Kate hadn’t noticed him starting to get hard. “It does. You don’t get it – she’s a regular woman, absolutely. There’s nothing special about her. The hot factor is not about her at all – at least, not about how she looks. What makes it hot is how she is obviously enjoying the sex.”
A voice on the video spoke to the woman – presumably the voice was from the cameraman – and both the dialogue itself and the reaction from the woman revealed that he was apparently her husband. Meaning that he was watching his wife have sex with some other man.
Kate was a little intrigued, but her face was unreadable as she pressed this new issue. “So, does that turn you on, too? Knowing that woman is having sex with men other than her husband?”
Ken swallowed, then decided to go full force with this whole honesty bit. “It really does,” he stated evenly. “I don’t have much use for professional porn; plastic women following silly scripts and doing tons of fake moaning the second a penis touches them is just boring. What really turns me on is watching real women who legitimately enjoy real sex – and if she’s married, but having sex with men other than her husband? That taboo makes it so hot.”
Kate shook her head. “Turn it off, please,” she requested. Worried that he had crossed a line, Ken complied with her request, then was surprised when his wife leaned over and kissed him deeply. Soon, her body was molded to his, and he got another surprise when his hand drifted down to her panties to discover them wetter than he could remember them being for months.
The sex that night was the best that Ken could remember having for a long time.
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Two nights later, Kate came to Ken in their bedroom after the kids were tucked in. “We need to talk,” she stated.
Ken steeled himself, as few positive conversations started with those fabled words.
Instead of some storm of negativity or major new relationship issue, he instead discovered that Kate had decided to turn over a brand-new leaf.
“You were right. About… well, pretty much all of it,” she stated flatly.
Ken arched an eyebrow. “I was right?” he questioned. “Hang on, let me turn on a recorder. Can you repeat those rare words to me?” he added with a grin.
Kate punched his shoulder but continued. “Don’t be an ass. Yes, you were right. I’ve been so caught up in my own stuff, in my own head, I have ignored you – and us. And that’s not fair. I have pretty much buried myself in being a mom and have neglected being a wife. You’ve stepped up and done cooking and cleaning and whatever else even with all of your work, and I just let it happen and acted like I deserved that forever.”
He started to interject, but she cut him off. “No. Don’t argue. It’s the truth. You were right about… well, pretty much everything this weekend. I don’t like porn, but it’s stupid for me to pretend that you were just never going to want to get off or feel wanted. I’m sorry.”
Ken found himself reeling. Of all the conversations he thought this might turn into, this was beyond anything he’d have guessed. “I. Er, I mean…”
Kate shook her head. “Don’t. Look, Ken, I just wanted to say that I am going to be a better wife from now on. I love you. I appreciate you, though I was stupid and didn’t say it. I never stopped finding you attractive, I just wasn’t in a good place. And now,” she paused, moving closely towards him, “I’m going to start making you – and us – a priority again.”
The brunette leaned forward, stripped Ken’s shorts down, and inhaled his cock. For what had to have been only the second or third time since the baby had been born, Kate began giving her husband oral sex – but this was complete with active tongue swirling, eye contact, and real suction. This was a woman showing off some serious skill and desire, not a woman putting in a tiny bit of perfunctory foreplay for thirty seconds.
It didn’t take terribly long for Ken to reach orgasm, which caused Kate to moan and swallow every drop of semen like she was starving for it, only pulling away one he was fully dry and hypersensitive. Ken collapsed, and Kate climbed up next to him wearing a naughty grin. She kissed him deeply, and he eagerly returned the effort – the little trace of semen in her mouth was hardly something to complain about, not after what she had just done! As they kissed, Ken felt his wife grinding against his leg; he maneuvered her onto her back and kissed his way down her body. He half expected her to try to stop him the way that she usually did, but instead, she opened her legs to reveal an extremely damp pair of panties. Ken peeled them away and dove in to return the favor; within minutes, Kate reached her own orgasm even faster than her husband had.
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The next two months saw Kate be as good as her word – if not better. The frequency of their sex life was almost unbelievable – Kate saw to it that something sexual happened virtually every day. It might not be straight penetrative sex; it might be exchanging oral. It might be playing with one of the toys that she dragged out of the long forgotten sex box hidden under their bed. Once or twice, it was anal – something that Ken had pretty much resigned himself would never happen again. The two of them finally got to really enjoy the freedom for Ken to come inside of her at any time with no worries about protection or time of the month.
Kate opened up in ways that she hadn’t done in years. She encouraged Ken to share fantasies with her. They explored various kinks. They even watched porn together a time or two, lying together in bed, each masturbating to the acts on the screen – something that Kate would have never considered doing in the past.
Their sex life was arguably the best it had ever been, even when considering the old honeymoon days. Kate had more orgasms in those two months than she had in the past two years. She didn’t even skip sexy time on her period days – while Kate hated the mess of period sex, she was sure to still take care of her husband with oral, with dirty talk, even with licking his balls while he stroked his cock to a porn video. Ken couldn’t believe the change that had come over her, but he wasn’t about to look this gift horse in the mouth.
One night after sex, Kate brought up the subject of porn.
“Ken,” she stated, “it’s clear that you have a pretty obvious taste in your porn choices. Almost every video you ever watch is one with a married woman having sex with other men.”
Ken hesitated before replying. He was still so used to Kate being fully anti-porn that he was unsure of what to say or how to react. She was right, of course, but he didn’t want her to feel weird about his preferences. “I mean, you’re right. Like I’ve told you, I like to see real people enjoying real sex.”
Kate frowned a little. “I get that part, but its more than that. It’s not like you look up just any amateur sex videos – you specifically seek wives having sex with other men. An awful lot of them seem to be white women with black men, and almost all of them seem to include the man coming inside of the woman. Why?”
He cleared his throat but nodded. “You’re right. I guess that it’s the taboo factor, mostly. A wife being naughty like that – she’s not just wanting sex, but is open to sex with other men? Men not her husband? She’s… I dunno, wanton, I guess. Slutty, but in a good way. Just into the pleasure and not worrying about society or whatever.”
He paused. “The interracial angle feels more taboo. It makes it naughtier, I guess. The contrast itself – the black on white – just looks appealing, but it’s mostly how she’s just super open about desire to be doing black guys like that no matter what polite society might say. And as for the cum… I mean, we both like it when the guy comes inside. For a woman to be taking other men’s semen inside of her, something so forbidden, potentially even risky… that’s just so hot to me.”
Kate pondered his answer. “I guess that I can understand that,” she stated. “The really dark guys with light skinned women… there is some visual appeal. Ebony and ivory, all of that. And I suppose that I can understand what you mean by taboo; forbidden stuff can be hotter. Risky, though? Wow,” she breathed. “That seems intense.”
She paused for a moment, obviously thinking. “Baby, you’ve told me several times how porn is a fantasy thing for you. How you like to imagine being with a woman who wants sex like that. So do you fantasize about me having sex with other men?”
Ken felt his cheeks burn. He considered denying it, playing it off, making up some bullshit reply. But his wife was way too smart for that – she would surely see right through it.
“Yes, baby,” he responded slowly. “I do. That’s what makes it hot. Sure, it’s hot to see that woman enjoying that sort of sex, but what is really hot is imagining if it were you being filled up like that, you wanting those cocks inside of you.”
She could see that he was considering more words, so Kate waited for him to continue.
“Years ago,” he added, “we did a couple of threesomes. I’ll never forget how sexy you looked with another man inside of you. It was like seeing my own real life porn, starring the sexiest woman in the world.” She snorted, but he insisted. “No, really! No one can compare to you. Not in my book. And there you were, doing those things right there in front of me, making those sounds and faces. I knew just how he was feeling, but I got to see you in ways that I just couldn’t if I was the man inside of you. So yes, I have carried those memories around forever; they are burned into my brain. And yes, I fantasize about you that way.”
“I see,” she answered huskily. “Thank you for being honest with me. I need to think about this.” She snuggled up to her husband, but that ended the conversation.
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A few days later, Kate wanted to talk again. Ken was nervous, but not as nervous as he once would have been – this new open-minded approach had led to nothing but good things so far.
“Ken, I’ve thought long and hard about this porn stuff and about your fantasies. I felt like it was only right for me to talk to you about it and how I feel about it,” Kate began.
Ken nodded. “Okay, that sounds fair.”
“For the past couple of months, I have really tried to open up,” Kate explained. “I realized that I had buried parts of me that I didn’t really want to bury. Kids and work and life just… got in the way. I realized that you are a great husband, and you deserve a good sex life. Hell, just because you want sex more than me, you’re kinkier than me… that doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve and want a good sex life, too.”
Once again, Ken nodded. “You really have,” he replied. “I’ll be honest, I really didn’t expect there to be this sort of change. But here we are, and it’s been fantastic.”
Kate smiled. “I’m glad that you think so. I feel the same way. But about your fantasies, the porn, all of that…” she trailed off, and Ken felt his stomach tighten.
“I know that we did a couple of threesomes a long time ago,” she began.
“As I recall, they were your idea, as a matter of fact,” Ken added.
She nodded. “I know. They were. And I enjoyed them, I did. We had gotten together while we were pretty young, I still wanted to sow some wild oats back then. Doing that sort of thing felt like a way for me to get those feelings out of my system without hurting you.”
That statement made Ken frown a bit. He remembered those days – when Kate had first suggested a threesome with another guy, he had actually been against the idea altogether. But he loved her, wanted her to be happy, and in obliging her request, he had discovered a strong kink that he would have never investigated at all otherwise.
“But baby, she continued, “I did get that stuff out of my system. I have never really looked back at it. I love you, I love our family, I don’t want anyone else. I’m happy to be yours and yours only.”
Ken signed in response. “I know that you did.” He stared at the ceiling for a few moments before continuing. “It sucks a bit here. I never wanted to share you to begin with, you know. You had to talk me into it. I only went along with it because I loved you and wanted you to be happy.”
Kate started to interrupt. “I’m sorry, baby, I…”
Ken held up a hand. “I’m not asking for an apology. The thing is, the first time, it scared me to death. Made me a little nauseous. But it turned me on like hell, too. I remember how hot the sex we had afterward was.”
He shook his head. “I grew to crave it. It became such a huge kink for me after we did it a couple of times. Then, you wanted to take a break from it – so of course, I said okay. The next thing I knew we were having kids and you definitely set all of that stuff aside. I fantasized for years that we would one day go back to playing with other guys. It took me way too long to understand that by ‘a break’ you really meant ‘never do that again’, and by that point, I had gotten so used to that fantasy that it was really tough for me to cut it out.”
Ken fixed his wife with a serious gaze. “I love you. I respect your limits. I have mentioned a few times in the past that I’d love to do this stuff again, but I have never pressured you to – in fact, I’ve never even asked to or suggested it. Hell, I haven’t mentioned it at all in years out of respect to you.”
Kate sighed. “Thank you for understanding. We tried it, we enjoyed it, but that’s just not the person I want to be. I don’t mind watching a little porn with you every now and then, I don’t mind a little dirty talk sometimes. I get that fantasy is important to you in ways that it would never occur to me; I just don’t fantasize like you do. I really am trying to be a better sex partner, to make sex a priority, to make it good for you. But baby… I’m just not that person anymore. I don’t want to have sex with anyone else ever again.”
Ken felt a lump in his throat, a sense of loss. He had known that this had to be the way that she felt, but it kind of sucked for the last little flicker of hope to be stamped out for good. It was one thing to never bring it up to his wife, but he had enjoyed the fantasy - no matter how improbable - that it could one day happen again.
That was over now.
“I understand,” he managed to choke out in a husky voice. “I love you, baby. I would never ask you to do something that you didn’t want to do.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “I love you too.”
They embraced, and the conversation ended.
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Weeks went by. Kate by and large continued to make sex a priority. A few times, she would fall into a mentality that seemed like she was going through the motions and checking off a box on a to do list, but she was quick to correct that when it had happened for a couple of days. Overall, the approach remained radically different than it had been, and the couple’s sex life remained very good.
True to her word, Kate made it a point to still watch a little porn with Ken. Sometimes, she would make comments aimed at his fantasies – things like how the woman was enjoying a cock that didn’t belong to her husband, or how the wife in the video seemed to be liking that black cock, or how naughty it was, etc. Sometimes, she would encourage Ken to verbalize his fantasies while they were watching porn, or even when she was playing with his cock or balls.
Ken enjoyed these sessions, but he remained guarded. There was no point in pressing the issue, and he was trying to not rely so heavily on these types of fantasies. Every now and then, Kate would pick up on a hint of sadness in his voice when discussing these topics, but Ken was careful to never complain or criticize.
For some reason, Kate would occasionally just bring the topic up out of the blue, even if there were no sexy times going on. She would ask Ken if he truly did want to do those things again. Without fail, he would reply that yes, he did, but that he understood and respected her limits. They even had a couple of similar conversations where she would ask her husband about his fantasies and feelings, and she would express again how she just didn’t want that anymore. Every time, he would state how he understood and would respect her limits, every time, she would thank him.
For his part, Ken wondered why Kate kept doing that. They had talked about it very thoroughly. Did she think that his answer was suddenly going to change? Did she expect him to wake up one day and say, “Sorry, just kidding, I would never want to share you again”?
It was baffling.
The weeks stretched into months. Four months or so had passed since Kate had given her husband that first unexpected blowjob, and the couple’s sex life had remained active and varied since that time. Ken felt like their entire relationship had been rejuvenated – they talked so much more, they were transparent with their wishes and thoughts and feelings. He and his wife were getting along so much better, and he felt like they both seemed happier overall.
It had been weeks since Kate had brought up his fantasies, and frankly, Ken was happy to let them lie. Yet that very night, she broached the subject yet again.
“Baby,” she spoke as she idly teased his balls, “do you think about me with other men often?”
Ken frowned slightly. “Kate, what does it matter? You’ve made your position very clear. I’ve told you that I respect that you don’t want to do that anymore. I haven’t asked you about it one time – in fact, I never bring it up. It’s always you that does that!”
She continued gently teasing the sensitive skin as she answered. “I know that, Ken. But that doesn’t answer my question. Do you think about it a lot?”
The last thing that Ken wanted to do was to rehash this again, he just wanted to let it lie! But he was seized by a small fit of pique, so he chose to come at this directly. “Do you really want to know, baby? Yes, I think about it a lot. Okay? I have tried to not, I really have. I have tried to focus on other things. But this is my favorite fantasy, so it’s really hard to not fall back into that.” He paused for a moment. “I think about how you would look sucking another man’s cock. I fantasize about how it would be to see you taking other men inside of you. I think about how it would feel to have you after another man has come inside of you.” He took a breath. “But it’s just fantasy. Okay? It’s make believe. I accept that. Can we please focus on actual sex that I can enjoy and not fantasies that I know will never be fulfilled?”
The brunette stopped her gentle ministrations and made direct eye contact with her husband. “But what if they could be?” she asked pointedly.
Ken froze, unsure of what to say or do. “What… what do you mean?” he asked stupidly.
Kate sighed. “Baby, it’s plain to see you never be truly happy without this. You’ve always supported me in… well, in pretty much everything that has ever come along.” She bit her lip for a moment. “What I’m saying is that you’ve carried this around for years, and while I maybe didn’t realize how much it meant to you, that’s mostly on me. I made the choice a long time ago without considering how you felt, and when you shared those feelings, I ignored them. That wasn’t very fair of me.”
She paused, took a breath. “I’m not saying that I want to turn into full ‘lifestyle’ people; I’m not interested in clubs or parties or whatever. I’m not even saying that I am committing to anything beyond one meet. But I am willing to give it an honest try. Is that fair?”
Ken sat frozen in place as the room seemed to spin around him as if he were drunk. He had wanted this for years and years, had assumed for a very long time that it would never happen again, had the last vestiges of his hopes destroyed just a few months ago… and here, his wife was offering to make those fantasies a reality after all.
He realized that his lovely wife had those penetrating blue eyes fixed on him, expectantly awaiting his reply. He swallowed and choked out a reply. “That… that seems fair.”
And that was that. Before they had sex that night, they ended up searching the internet for hotwife forums. They registered in a few places, shared a few photos, and rather predictably, they started to receive messages almost immediately.
Contrary to Kate’s expectations, there were plenty of men more than happy to hook up with a forty year old woman – and far more of them were far younger than she’d have ever expected. To neither of their surprise, a lot of the contacts were terribly low effort; the sheer number of dick pics was rather daunting. But even that sort of gross, unpolished attention got Kate surprisingly excited; she found that it was gratifying to know that there were plenty of men out there who apparently found her to be very sexually desirable. Sex that night was a good bit louder than the normally demure Kate behaved, and she had three orgasms (two from oral, plus a rare one from penetration). It was obvious to both of them that whatever she might have felt about the prospect of meeting some strange man for sex, at least part of her found it to be very exciting.
After a couple of weeks of chatting, the couple found a guy that lived a couple of towns away, who was clean cut, handsome, able to hold a decent conversation. He had fresh STD tests (though he claimed that he had never played with a married couple before) and claimed to be quite hung. Kate swore that she was not a size queen, but Ken figured that a little size would be fun to see. After a little more back and forth, the pair lined up grandma to come and stay with the kids a week from the coming Saturday – a “safe” day for Kate, three days after the end of her period - then they confirmed a hotel room for the day in question.
