Unfulfilled and unhappy in her marriage. Rose does everything she can to keep her husband happy. That is, until she meet two men who cause her to think more about what she really wanted in life. Soon enough, she discovers a side of her that she longed to be unleashed and a love that knows no bounds. Polyamory Erotic Romance = MxFxM This story contains MATURE content that is entirely consensual!. Again, this contains MATURE content! Which can also be triggering as it features depression.
View MoreThe sound of heavy grunts were filling my ears. Willingly laying face down, tooted up for my husband as he took his pleasure. Consummation between husband and wife should be pleasurable for both, but I've never felt that way. I rolled my head to the other side trying to focus on the clock besides our bed. I had started counting down the time when we began having sex. I only had a few more seconds to go before he came. I went to stretch one of my arms because it was beginning to cramp but he grabbed onto it. As he pulled my arm behind my back, I held back a grimace. Mistaking me for wanting to grab the sheets.
"You feel so good," he moaned while his thrusts began to speed up. I didn't reply, as there will be no point. Although if I did, he wouldn't have cared to hear. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my body. Maybe if I focused enough on how my nipples brushed against the sheets with every sway to my heavy breasts, I'd be turned on. Or perhaps the feel of my husband's touch on my hips should have been good enough. But for the life of me, no matter how hard I tried, I could not get turned on. There was no fire to our love making _ just a dullness."F- fuck," he stuttered and his hips lost rhythm as he chased his high. He let go of my arm, choosing instead to grip my hips harshly. Thrusting into me automatically, I could hear his balls slapping against my lower lips. I cried out under his bruising grip and thrusts trying to wiggle away. Stupid mistake seeing as he gripped me harder, to which I had no choice but to take it. My ass jiggled beneath him as he continued his lovemaking. "I'm gonna" his hips stuttered and I felt him pure something inside me. The feel of his seed inside me caused my clit to twitch, but then settled to normal. He learned his body over mine, nearly squishing my body into the mattress. He thrusts quite a few more times, making sure he filled me with everything he had.The room remained silent except for his heavy breathing and the squelching noises of my pussy taking his dick. After moving inside me a few more times to make sure I took his seed, he started kissing my back. Murmuring intangible words as I continued to breath slowly. "I'm quite ashamed of myself to say that I lead on my husband occasionally. I often fake having had an orgasm I haven't felt in what feels like years. So when it comes to the end of lovemaking, I moan as if am coming down from my own high. Although his kisses are the sweetest and make me feel warm inside, it doesn't stir my lady bits."Love you," he whispered against my back before he pulled out of me with a "plop" sound. He turned my body around to face him to admire me as I admire him. I watched his very dark forearm reach between us to grab his cock. He strokes it a few times before taking a few dips in my pussy full of cum. I glance at his very dark, full lips before taking my hands to stroke his buzzed hair lovingly. As he lathers his dick, I stare into his beautiful brown eyes."I love you, too ," I told him sincerely because, although the sex isn't great. My husband and I are very much inlove. He knows I do anything for him. There's a short bit of silence before he sits up and I have a full- eye view of his dick. Covered in both of our juices, the tip of his cock glistens in the moonlight. As he lazily stroke himself into one hand, he uses the other to grab my hair full of short, black locks. His grip isn't bruising as he uses my hair to guide my face closer to him. I took a quick glance at the clock before starting a countdown and closing my eyes. Opening my mouth, I take in his length and let my husband use me once more.The Next dayI Wave goodbye to him inside our home through the window as he leaves for work. He didn't wave back, which I could understand because he was late for work. I kept getting tired of reminding him to have his clothes ready the night before, but he never listens. After seeing him get into his car and drive off, I sighed and went into the kitchen to clean up. I had made breakfast for him this morning as usual, and cleaning up was a chore I couldn't stand.Every day, I made sure we had breakfast and dinner served to us both. Well, I couldn't eat breakfast, just dinner. I was never able to make lunch because I had clients during noon which sometimes could reach into night. However, I always made sure to arrive home before my husband did. Putting plates in the dishwasher, I wondered what I would do to start my day. I turned the stove and then slink, before watching my hands. Then I decided to leave the kitchen and make my way to the basement.Our home wasn't extraordinary or anything since the walls had all been painted white, which my husband requested. There were a few portraits of us two hanging on the wall. A few of them were our wedding photos, collages of us, and my favorite photo of me shoving ice cream up his nose. Thinking back to those moments caused a silly smile to make its way to my face before I began to frown.Wondering where I went wrong in our marriage and why is our relationship the way it is now. I passed by a few more photos of us lining the halls. One of my husband's graduating from the police academy and one photo of me attaining my counseling license.We were both so proud of each other. Although our job didn't pay as much as we hoped, we love what we do.After graduating college, we saved up enough for the perfect home. A two- story house with two bedrooms and two bathrooms, and my husband wanted the home to be decorated perfectly. Decked in white furniture except for one of the rooms upstairs.Finally reaching the basement door, I opened it, flicked on the light, and madey way inside. I was instantly hit by the smell of paint supplies, causing me to smile. I walked down the wooden steps to our unfinished basement. It was rough here, full of cobwebs and dry walls that were left unfinished. I decided to pay it no mind as I walked straight ahead towards another door. This door split the basement in half, which I liked. When we originally bought the home, we had planned for one side to be the gym and the other for personal space. The gym side had a lot more room because of the amount of equipment we never got. Husband never got to finish his side that now sits in cobwebs, however, I took the time to do my side.Opening the next door I walked into my tiny space filled with so much color. The walls were painted in murals that I did myself, as was the floor. There were two windows lining the walls to let air circulate in the room. I had a few paintings that I had already done sitting on the floor in the far corner of the room. There was an easel on the right with a gray sheet underneath it. I also had a material table right beside the easel to make my painting easier. Lastly, I had a large lamp to shine a light on the easel whenever I needed more light to see.This room was my happy space, and I came in here nearly every day. Since I was in a short tank top and shorts, I decided not to bother with an apron this time. Taking a blank canva I had lying around. I placed it in the easel. I then collected the material that I need for painting, including my phone and earpods to play some music. Immediately after, I began to paint.I was never one to plan out my art. I simply drew or painted whatever I felt. Whether I felt happy, sad, angry, or downright miserable, I painted it all. This time was no different.Each stroke a made poured emotions out of me. I let go of the worries I had on my mind. Thoughts of wondering why I felt so empty when waking up each day. While do I feel down when I eat, sleep and breath? Why am I not happy when I should be? What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong? Why did he not feel happy with me? I did what ever he wanted. Whenever he wanted. why was I not enough?!I ripped the airpods out of my ears, causing the paint to swish on my face. I wiped at my cheek, feeling wet, pulling my hand in front of me to see if I got the paint off. Realizing that I hadn't wiped any paint, and that I had wipe my tears instead. Breathing heavily I folded my arms in on myself and began to sob. While my painting remained filled with dark clouds and lightning above a dimly lit forest.The smell of chemicals wafted through the air as I dipped my paint brush into the pallet. Collecting the acrylic color blue and lifting it to the canvas in front of me. I was fulfilling my promise to Nicolaus and painting in his ultra- lager apartment. Or what rich folks refers to as a penthouse suite. To say I was shocked when I arrived was an understatement.While we drove to his apartment which I've never seen before, he kept saying it was a regular space. But as I looked out the window and saw the buildings go from poor to middle class and finally the rich, I knew he was lying. Then when we arrived it took everything in me not to gape like a fish. His home was enormous for a "simple" apartment. I thought he was living in a mini, but not so mini house. It had everything. Such as his own gym, a large kitchen, a game room, and more. It was its own very bachelorette pad. However it made sense when he told me he was living with his best friend. Who conveniently was out of town.So we
I think Nick could sense something was off with me today. He has constantly been asking me if I was feeling ok, causing me to lie through my teeth and say yes. I knew I should've canceled, and called him earlier to do so. But he begged to see me and there was no way I could say no. And when I arrived at our park meeting, he surprised me with a picnic set up for us. He packed a blanket, pillows, and mini electric fans, along with food and plenty of water.How could a man be so thoughtful and sweet?"So when I saw the sweet gesture, I stuffed down my depression. Smiling and joking with him trying to be light-hearted. Yet, finding myself failing miserably. I wanted to listen to him speak as he talked of his family and homeland. But it was almost as if my brain was rejecting the idea. I would accidentally tune him out, his voice fading from my ears. While I stared into space thinking about my husband and becoming sad. His words from the other night ringing in my ear.You don't deserve to
The sun was shining today through the windows, lighting up the place I called my home. Despite the brightness, it felt dark; gloomy. A few weeks past as the summer began, the weather became hotter each day. It was the perfect time to go outside and enjoy the summer air. Most days I could hear the children outside my window, playing with the sprinklers. Their giggles reached my ears, making me smile.And as their laughter continued until the late afternoon when they were called home, I couldn't help my thoughts. Wondering if I had had a child, would they have as much fun? And when the dreary thought came to my mind, I pushed it away. That was the past. But why couldn't I let it go?It didn't help that, along with my solemn thoughts, Kenny has continued to avoid me. He's even taking extra measures to pretend I didn't exist. And when we lay in bed, he would turn the other way. I tried not to show how hot I was, but often I did find myself leaving the room to go into the bathroom and cry
Sean.I've encountered many women throughout my years as an adult. Some of them were more attractive than the woman I recently met. They had bigger asses, slimmer waist and bigger breasts. But somehow, someway, they don't stand out to me as much as she has. The woman whose name I didn't know, but I wish I did. Just so I could find her and fuck her.She was beautiful with skin just as mine but more smooth. Compared to my rugged self. Her long legs shone as she danced in the tight-ass dress that hugged her body. Sticking to her like a second skin, her breasts heaving with every exhaled. She was fucking sexy.I wanted her but had no way of finding the woman. When she ran off with her friend, I tried to keep up. Pushing my way through the crowd, but when I made it out of the club doors, she disappeared. It was as if she was a ghost. I was a damn military man. How the fuck could I not catch her up?" She was on heels, for Christ sake! And if I did what will I say?"Hey, I followed you outsi
I could hear music from outside the club. The words were not penetrating through the building, but the bass was. Despite the night air, it wasn't cold outside as Wren and I walked in our heels. Towards the doors that have a line and guards posted outside. Soon we reached the post, wren grabbed my hand and had us skipping the line to one of the guards. She spoke to them while the surrounding strangers complained. Some things I forget wren was an outgoing person who knew people. The guard let us in with a nod and we grinned at each other.Instantly, I felt warm air and the strobe lights brightened the dark room. It seemed to be more than a few dozen in the club night, and plenty more that I couldn't count. The place was big with an upstairs area that was for VIPs, lounges on both sides that were closed off unless you paid for them, and a large bar that we were heading to. My heels clacked along the floor as I followed wren. Moving past people who were either drinking or dancing.Once th
"I'm guessing that he took the news well since you're not dead." Wren said as soon a s I answered the phone. I rolled my eyes, continued to wash the dishes as I placed the phone on the counter. Leaving it on a speaker so I could hear her. Kenny was at work, so I wasn't worried about him hearing anything. And if he was, he'd be far away from me. Seeing as he's been avoiding me for the past few weeks."Yes, I am very much alive," I chuckled. "Washing dishes, might I add?" "Oh, how exciting," I heard shuffling on her end. "But I have something far more appealing in mind.Uh oh. Wren was using a devious tone that reeked of trouble! "I'm afraid to ask, she cackled." Clubbing," she said, and Immediately replied no. "Come on Rose! We haven't gone out in forever."Wren, I'm nearing my thirties. What do I look like spending time at a club? "A housewife with an asshat for a husband," she replied flatly, causing me to sigh. "Ugh, please! I want to spend time with my best friend in the whol
The sound of an alarm blaring roused me from my sleep. I heard the shuffling of blankets and the creaking of our bed as Kenny got up. He turned off the alarm a second later. Turning around to Kenny's side, I sought him in the room. He was across the room, looking down at his phone. I couldn't see the expression on his face of how dark it was. Only streams of the early morning rays slipped through our window blinds. The room was salient as I secretly gazed at the man across from me.My husband.Am sorry my voice broke the silence in the quiet room. I saw his head lift up and face me. He placed his phone down on the dresser, not saying a word. I saw his head tilt towards the ceiling as he let out an inaudible sigh. Please don't be mad at me," I begged.After a bit of salience, I heard Kenny's footsteps near. He stopped at the edge of the bed and then spoke. "Take off your clothes.""Kenny, I want us to talk about-""I don't want to talk, Rose," he bit out. Ending any protect I had. Not
All I could focus on was the ceiling over me and the light in the room. My eyes were beginning to strain from looking at the light for too long. However, it was better than focusing on what was happening in between my legs. My hospital gown was dunched on my hips, leaving my bottom open for prying eyes. My thighs were spread wide with my feet in stirrups while a Q-Tip to collect my cells.Kenny was sitting in the exact spot from earlier, and I could feel his gaze on me. I knew it was normal for women to do this, but it was so awkward. Although I didn't like appointments such as these, I knew it was important to get checked. Luckily my doctor was an older and kind woman. The minutes she came to the room earlier, she greeted me warmly, before telling me what was going to take place.I heard the squeak of her chair as she rolled away. I brought my gaze down to see her reach for the medical desk. She placed the Q-TIP that was on me into a tube. She then grabbed a metal object that had me
It was the day of our appointment with the fertility specialist. I was a nervous wreck as I made breakfast for us. I was already dressed and ready, feeling less enthusiastic for the day. However, I noticed Kenny seemed to be in a good mood. He took off from work so he could be there with me. A part of me was happy he took off for my sake, but another bummed I couldn't lie about being there when I didn't go. I thought of a thousand ways to get out of this appointment, but none of them stuck. I had to put on a brave face and bear the weight of today.Along with the breaded appointment, Wren's words still rang in my ears. She was correct that I had to choose. But the thought of leaving Kenny made me feel nauseous. I was afraid to leave him and face what's out there in the world. I didn't want to be alone like I was at the age of eighteen. Left to fend myself in a world I was unacquainted with. The fact that I was entertaining the idea itself hardly sat right.How could I leave the man wh
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