Chapter 1: Introduction
"Dear Ashley," I read, my heart fluttering as I skimmed the words scrawled across Chris's neat handwriting. The kids must have fallen asleep early tonight. I didn't expect to find this hidden treasure on the kitchen table, tucked beneath the pile of unopened mail.
Chris and I had been married for over fifteen years, and I never thought I'd get this giddy over finding a letter—even if it was written by my own husband.
I settled into the plush sofa, the golden light casting a warm glow on my skin as I dived into his words.
He detailed everything he wanted me to do for him, and even some of his fantasies that I had no idea he had. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I read each word, my mind filling with visions of the two of us entwined together.
The way he described my body, it was like he saw me for the first time, really saw me—my curves, my green eyes, my dark hair.
The letter was long and detailed. Here is what it said: "Ashley, my love,
I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I finally decided to put it in writing. I want to explore the more sensual side of our relationship. I've held back for too long, thinking that you wouldn't be interested, but I see the way you look at me sometimes, and I know that deep down, you're curious.
There are so many things I want to do to you, with you. I want to tie you up and tease your body until you scream my name.
I want to spank you and dominate you, but only because I know that will drive you wild with desire.
I want to take control in the bedroom, to make love to you in ways we've never tried before. I want you to submit to me, to let go of your inhibitions and give in to your body's desires.
I will always treat you with tenderness and respect, but in the privacy of our bedroom, I need to be dominant. I want to push the boundaries of our relationship, and I believe that this will make us stronger, more intimate together.
I want to take you on a journey of sensual exploration, to discover new depths of pleasure that we haven't experienced before.
But at the same time, I want to make sure that this is something that you want too. I never wanted to force you into anything that makes you uncomfortable. I promise that we will take it slow, and I won't pressure you into anything. I just want you to know that I'm open to new experiences and that I trust you completely.
If this is something that you're interested in, then please let me know.
Here are the sex act I want to perform.
I want to fuck you in the living room with the lights on, so that I can see every inch of you as I thrust into you.
I want to eat your pussy like it's the last meal I'll ever have.
I want to fuck you from behind, holding onto your hips as I drive myself into you.
I want to make you cum over and over again, until you're begging me to stop.
I want to kiss your feet , your legs, your thighs, and everywhere in between.
I want to feel your body quivering beneath me as I bring you to the edge of ecstasy.
I want to taste you, to feel you, to possess you.
I want to hear you moan and gasp as I fuck you harder than ever before.
I want you to scream my name as you cum, and I want to feel your body shudder with pleasure.
I want us to try new things together, to have no boundaries in the bedroom.
I want to explore every inch of your body, to learn what makes you tick, what makes you squirm, what makes you beg for more. I want to push your limits, to take you places you've never been before. But most importantly, I want us to communicate openly and honestly about what we both want and need. I want us to grow together, to evolve together, to become the best versions of ourselves together.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I finished reading. I couldn't believe Chris had been harboring these thoughts, these desires.
There was one sex act I wanted Chris to do to me in bed more than anything but I didn't know how to ask him. It was something I had always wanted to try but never had the courage to suggest. I wondered if this letter was my chance.
I heard footsteps upstairs, the kids were still awake. I quickly folded the letter and hid it under a magazine on the coffee table. I needed time to process this, to think about what I wanted.
"Mom?" called out Emily, my 12-year-old daughter, as she descended the stairs. "Can we watch a movie?"
"Sure, honey," I replied, trying to hide the flush on my cheeks.
Later that night, I decided to reveal my fantasy to Chris...
I got your letter," I said, nervously wringing my hands as we sat on the edge of the bed. "I was so surprised, but also turned on. I can't stop thinking about it."
Chris's face lit up, a mixture of relief and excitement. "Really? I was nervous to give it to you. I didn't know how you would react."
I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to say what I wanted.
"There's something I've always wanted to try, Chris. Something I've never told anyone, not even you."
Chris's eyebrows shot up, curiosity piqued. "Oh yeah? And what might that be?"
I looked down at my hands, suddenly shy. "It's...it's kind of embarrassing."
He reached out, taking my hand in his. "Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're talking about sex here, not life-altering decisions.
Just tell me what you want, Ashley. I promise I won't judge."
I took another deep breath, looking up at him through my lashes. "Okay, here goes. I've always wanted to...try anal sex."
Chris's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away or show any sign of disapproval. Instead, he squeezed my hand gently. "Wow, okay. That's...that's definitely something we can explore together."
Relief washed over me, and I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth.
"You're not freaked out?"
Chris chuckled, pulling me closer to him on the bed. "No, not at all. I mean, it's not something I've ever thought about before, but I'm open to trying it if it's something you really want."
I nodded, feeling a spark of excitement ignite within me. "I do. I just...I don't know how to ask for it, you know? It feels so taboo."
He ran a hand through his short dark hair, considering my words. "Well, maybe we should start slow.
Let's talk about it, explore it together," Chris suggested, his voice low and thoughtful. "We can read up on it, watch some videos, make sure we're both comfortable with it."
I nodded eagerly, grateful for his understanding. "That sounds perfect. I don't want to rush into anything."
Chris smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course not. We've got all the time in the world to figure this out. Together."
I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Chris. I want it now. Let's start slow." Chris's voice was steady, reassuring. "How about we begin with some simple foreplay, and we can work our way up from there?"
I nodded, my heart fluttering with anticipation. "Okay, that sounds good."
Chris grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Great. Now, why don't you strip for me? Slowly."
I raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "You want a striptease, huh?"
He shrugged, feigning nonchalance.
"Just thought it might help set the mood. You know, get us both in the right frame of mind."
I laughed softly, standing up from the bed. "Alright, Mr. Sexy Times, let's see what you've got."
I started swaying my hips to an imaginary beat, running my hands through my long dark hair. Chris watched me, his eyes hungry and intense. I could feel the power of his gaze, and it emboldened me.
I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. Chris's breath hitched, and I knew I had him hooked.
I turned around, giving him a view of my ass as I slowly slid my blouse off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I glanced back at him over my shoulder, biting my lower lip.
"Like what you see?" I asked, my voice sultry.
Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving my body. "You know I do."
I smiled, turning back around to face him. I reached behind me, unhooking my bra with a flick of my wrist. I let it slip down my arms, revealing my breasts to him.
Chris's eyes darkened with desire, and I could see the outline of his growing erection through his pants. I stepped closer to him, straddling his lap as I leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"What do you want to do to me, Chris?"
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. "Everything," he growled. "I want to touch every inch of you, taste every part of you."
I shivered at his words, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Start with my neck," I whispered, tilting my head to the side.
Chris didn't hesitate. His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and he began to kiss and nibble, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his hands roaming my body, exploring every curve as if it were the first time.
"You're so beautiful, Ashley," he murmured against my skin. "I can't believe you're mine."
I smiled, basking in his affection. "I am yours, Chris. Always."
His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them gently. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making me gasp.
I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, my body responding to his every touch.
"Chris," I breathed, arching my back against him. "I want you inside me."
He didn't need any further encouragement. He laid me down on the bed, kissing me deeply as he reached for the drawer of his bedside table. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing, and then he was back, hovering over me.
"Ready?" he asked, his eyes dark and full of desire.
I nodded, biting my lip.
I got in the position , on my knees, facing the headboard. Chris knelt behind me, his hands caressing my back, my ass, my thighs. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'll start with a finger" he said, "to prepare you."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I trusted Chris implicitly, and I knew he would make this good for me.
He started slow, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he teased my anus with his finger. I gasped at the sensation, so different from anything I'd felt before. It was tight, almost uncomfortable at first, but as he continued to rub my clit, I felt my body relaxing, opening up to him.
"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, unable to speak. I could only focus on the sensations coursing through my body - the pressure of his finger, the heat building between my legs, the way my body seemed to hum with anticipation.
He added another finger, stretching me wider.
I gasped, gripping the sheets beneath me. It was intense, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort. I pushed back against him, wanting more.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice ragged. "Take it."
I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, hard and ready. I wanted him inside me, but I also wanted to prolong this moment, to savor every sensation.
"More," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Chris groaned, adding a third finger. I cried out, my body clenching around him.
It was overwhelming, the intensity of the sensation. Chris paused, allowing me to adjust to the new feeling.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, just...give me a moment."
He waited patiently, his fingers still buried deep inside me. I focused on my breathing, willing my body to relax. After a few moments, I felt ready.
"I'm good," I said, glancing back at him over my shoulder. "Keep going."
Chris smiled, his eyes filled with desire.
"You sure?"
I nodded, pushing back against his fingers. "Positive. I want you, Chris. All of you."
He groaned, slowly withdrawing his fingers. I felt empty without them, but the anticipation of what was to come made my heart race. I heard the rustle of the condom wrapper, and then he was back, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Remember, we can stop at any time," he said, his voice gentle yet firm.
I appreciated his consideration, but I was determined to see this through. "I know. But I trust you, Chris.
I want this. I want you.
He pressed the tip of his cock against my anus, and I took a deep breath, bracing myself. He entered me slowly, inch by inch, allowing my body to stretch and accommodate him. I felt a sharp pinch of pain, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass.
"Fuck, Ashley," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "You feel incredible."
I could only whimper in response, my body overwhelmed by the new sensations.
Chris stayed still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him inside me. Then, slowly, he began to move.
At first, his strokes were shallow, testing the waters. But as my body responded, welcoming him deeper, his movements grew more confident, more assertive. He gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back onto him as he thrust forward.
The friction was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was intense, almost too much, but at the same time, I couldn't get enough. I pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, my body craving more.
Chris's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he increased his pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and moans.
"Touch yourself, Ashley," Chris commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Make yourself come."
I reached between my legs, my fingers finding my clit easily. I circled it, applying pressure as Chris continued to pound into me. My body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending on fire.
Chris's cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways I'd never imagined. The combination of his thrusts and my own fingers on my clit was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Chris," I gasped, my body tensing as the pleasure built. "I'm close."
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove into me harder. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."
His words sent me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating from my core.
I cried out, my body convulsing as Chris continued to thrust into me, drawing out my release. I could feel my muscles clamping down around him, and he groaned, his movements becoming erratic.
"Fuck, Ashley," he growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he slammed into me one final time. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his own orgasm ripping through him.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. Chris eventually pulled out, and I collapsed onto the bed, my body spent and satisfied.
He disposed of the condom and returned to the bed, spooning me from behind and wrapping his arms around me.
"That was..." I started, searching for the right words.
"Intense?" Chris offered, his voice still ragged.
I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, that's a good word for it."
He kissed my shoulder, his lips lingering on my skin. "Are you okay? No regrets?"
I shook my head, snuggling back against him. "None. It was amazing, Chris.
"I've got to tell Brittiny." I said, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling. Chris propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a curious expression.
"Tell Brittiny what?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
I turned my head to look at him, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "About this, of course. She's my best friend, and she's always been curious about our sex life. I think she'll be thrilled to hear that we're finally exploring some new territory."
Chris chuckled, running a hand through his short dark hair.
"Why would she care?" Chris asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Our sex life isn't exactly her business, is it?"
I shrugged, tracing patterns on his chest with my fingertips. "I don't know. Maybe it's just girl talk. Besides, she's always encouraging me to be more adventurous in the bedroom. I think she'll be happy to hear that I'm finally taking her advice."
Chris raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Adventurous, huh?
Well, I suppose we could always try something new," Chris mused, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What do you have in mind?"
I bit my lip, considering my options. There were so many things I wanted to try, but one idea stood out above the rest.
"How about we invite her?" I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You know, a threesome."
Chris's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he studied my face, searching for any hint of uncertainty. Finding none, he let out a low whistle.
"Wow, Ashley. That's...that's quite a suggestion." "I know it is. And I trust Brittiny. I think it could be fun, exciting even."
Chris considered my words, his thumb absently stroking my arm. "And what about Brittiny?
Have you talked to her about this?" Chris asked, his voice measured.
"Not yet," I admitted, sitting up in bed and hugging my knees to my chest. "I wanted to talk to you first, to make sure you were open to the idea."
Chris nodded, his gaze distant as he seemed to consider the possibility. "And if I'm not?"
I sighed, running a hand through my long dark hair. "Then we don't do it. Simple as that. I would never want to make you uncomfortable or put our marriage at risk." I said, looking directly into Chris's eyes. "This is just a fantasy I've had for a while, and I thought it might be fun to explore together. But if you're not interested, that's perfectly fine."
Chris reached out, taking my hand in his. "I appreciate that, Ashley. I really do. And I'm flattered that you trust me enough to share this fantasy with me."
He paused, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "I just want to make sure we're both on the same page." I've never done anything like this before, and I don't want to rush into anything without careful consideration," Chris said, his voice thoughtful.
I nodded, appreciating his caution. "Of course. I understand completely. Let's sleep on it tonight and revisit the conversation tomorrow. Maybe we can even do some research together, learn more about what this could entail."
Chris smiled, leaning in to kiss me softly. "That sounds like a plan. I love you, Ashley. No matter what happens, I want you to know that."
My heart swelled with affection, and I returned his kiss with enthusiasm.
"I love you too, Chris. More than anything."
As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Our relationship had always been strong, but this newfound openness and willingness to explore our fantasies together had brought us even closer.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen. I stretched languidly, my body deliciously sore from the night before. I slipped on a robe and made my way downstairs, following the tantalizing aroma.
Chris was in the kitchen, shirtless and barefoot, cooking breakfast in nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans. The sight of him, all lean muscle and tanned skin, made my mouth water – and it wasn't just the bacon causing that reaction.
"Morning," he greeted me with a smile, flipping a piece of toast onto a plate already piled high with eggs, bacon, and hash browns. "I thought you could use a big breakfast after last night."
I grinned, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
"You're spoiling me, you know that?"
Chris winked, sliding the plate across the counter towards me. "Only the best for my girl."
We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, the only sound the clinking of cutlery against plates. Eventually, Chris broke the silence.
"So, about last night..."
I looked up from my plate, meeting his gaze. "Yes?"
He took a sip of his coffee, considering his words carefully. "I've been thinking about what you said. About Brittiny."
My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my expression neutral.
"And what conclusion did you reach?"
Chris leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "I think we should talk to her. See if she's interested."
I nearly dropped my fork, surprise coursing through me. "Really?"
He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, really. I trust you, Ashley, and I trust your judgment. If you think this could be something good for us, then I'm willing to explore it further."
I felt a surge of excitement, but I also knew we needed to approach this situation with caution. "Are you sure, Chris?
I don't want you to feel pressured into anything," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted this, yes, but only if it was something we both genuinely desired.
Chris reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "I'm sure, Ashley. I want to explore this with you, but we need to approach it carefully. We can't just jump into bed with Brittiny without laying some ground rules first."
I nodded, appreciating his practicality. "Absolutely.
I agree that communication is key here," I replied, squeezing Chris's hand. "We should sit down with Brittiny, explain our thoughts, and make sure everyone is on the same page before anything happens."
Chris nodded, his eyes thoughtful. "Exactly. And we should set some boundaries, too. I don't want this to become a regular thing, or for it to cause any tension between the three of us."
I smiled, relieved that Chris was being so sensible about this. "I couldn't agree more.
This needs to stay casual, consensual, and most importantly, fun," I added, emphasizing the last word. "If at any point anyone feels uncomfortable or unhappy, we stop immediately. No questions asked."
Chris nodded, his expression serious. "Agreed. And we should also discuss safe words, just in case."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Safe words? Like in those Fifty Shades books?"
Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "Not quite that extreme, no.
I called Brittiny.
She picked up on the third ring, her voice bright and cheerful. "Hey, Ash! What's up?"
"Hi, Brit. Do you have a minute to chat?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. I hadn't told Chris yet, but I'd decided to take the initiative and reach out to Brittiny first. I figured if she wasn't interested, we could save ourselves an awkward conversation.
"Of course!" she exclaimed. "I'm all ears."
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "Okay, so this is kind of...unusual.
I hope you won't judge me for it."
Brittiny laughed, a warm and reassuring sound. "Ash, you know I'm the last person to judge anyone's sexual preferences. Spill the beans, girlfriend!"
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "Okay, here goes nothing. Chris and I have been talking, and we've been exploring some new things in the bedroom. One of the ideas we've been tossing around is...well, it involves you."
There was a pause on the line, and for a moment, I thought Brittiny might have hung up.
But then she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Me?"
I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Yes, you. We were wondering if you'd be interested in...joining us. In the bedroom, I mean."
Another pause, longer this time. I held my breath, waiting for her response. Finally, she spoke again, her voice steady and calm. "Ash, I'm flattered, really. But are you sure about this?
I mean, I've always been curious about your sex life, but I never thought you'd actually ask me to join in," Brittiny said, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and amusement.
I let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through my long dark hair. "I know, it's kind of out of left field. But Chris and I have been talking about it for a while now, and we thought it might be fun to explore together. With you, I mean."
There was a brief silence on the line before Brittiny spoke again, her voice thoughtful. "I appreciate you asking, Ash.
Really, I do. But I need some time to think about it. This is...a lot to process," Brittiny said, her voice softening. "Can I get back to you later today?"
"Of course," I replied, understanding her need for space. "Take all the time you need. Just promise me you'll think about it, okay?"
"I will," she assured me. "And hey, maybe we can grab lunch later this week, just the two of us. I could use some girl time to sort through my thoughts."
"That sounds perfect," I agreed, grateful for her understanding.
Later she texted "I'll do it."