She frowned.
“And he thrusts again and again, and his cock is big, and it’s hard and it fills your pussy, and it just feels so good, and he just keeps on fucking you.“
He could tell that she wanted to cum now. He picked up pace with his fingers on her clitoris.
“Yes, he’s fucking your pussy hard, and his big cock just feels so good inside you, and you want it, you want him to fuck you.“
Then she came.
She let out an “Ahhhh“, and her cheeks reddened. She threw her head back and raised her chest, and her hips bopped up and down.
Then her climax receded.
For a moment, the only sound was her breathing as it slowed down. Then they kissed.
And then it was his turn. His dick wasn’t hard, but he grabbed it anyway and started stroking.
“God, I want you to fuck another man so badly,” he moaned, “Tell me you want to fuck another man.“
“I want to fuck another man,” she said.
That pushed him over the edge. His body jerked in spasms, while his semen shot from his dick, out onto her belly.
They looked into each other’s eyes. She smiled, and he felt warm inside. They kissed.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you,” she replied.
“That was nice.”
“Yes.“
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied.
They lay there a while and felt each other. He rested his head on her shoulder.
They’d had sex, they’d both cum, and that was the end of dirty talk. This would ordinarily mean they’d shelve their fantasy world and its young, well endowed lovers, and go back to the real world. To their quiet, loving marriage.
Chapter 3 – The profile
But this time was a little different.
After they’d lain there for a little while, Hannah spoke.
“Honey,” she said, “… hypothetically… if we were to find someone… for me to fuck. How would we even go about it?“
That was a question she’d never asked before, and the words sent a wave of joy through Tom’s body.
“Hypothetically?” he repeated.
She nodded.
“Yes, just as a thought experiment,” she said. ” … what would we do?“
He tried to make his reply sound casual.
“Well. I guess feeld would be the obvious answer. That’s where most people go for no-strings-attached sex.”
She frowned.
“What would we even put in the profile?“
“I think we’d do well to be up front about everything. Who we are and what we want. Like, you’re a big, mature woman, happily married, and, with your husband’s consent, looking for a young lover with a penchant for women like you.”
“A big, mature woman,” she repeated, her voice laden with disapproval.
“I know! I know! But it’s better to say it like it is. And »big, mature« is actually a good thing. I know you don’t believe me, but it’s in super high demand! There are gazillions of young men who think it’s hot.“
“It’s so sweet of you to say that.“
“I know I’m right. You’ve never realised how hot you really are. The world is full of handsome men who’d jump at you without a second thought if they got the chance.“
She smiled.
“Sure, whatever,” she said, “But remember, this is purely hypothetical!“
“Of course,” he nodded, “Just thinking out loud.”
They lay in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation hung in the air.