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Chapter One: Secret

It had gotten routine. They get home from work on Friday, have a nice dinner together, a few glasses of wine, and into bed they go, banging like machines. It was stilted and boring. Occasionally Lindsay asked Michael if they could “spice things up”, but he refused each time.

“I just don’t get it, Meg.” Lindsay said between bites of her sandwich at lunch. “Every time I want to try something new in the boudoir, Michael refuses. He always says ‘What’s fucking wrong with the fundamentals?’ It’s annoying and quite frankly I’m sick of that shit!”

Meg’s face creases, a look of intense concentration forming. Suddenly, she lets out a huge laugh through a giant grin. “Linds, just get him drunk and have him spill the beans. He’s hiding something, you just have to soften him up!”

Lindsay hangs her head and shakes it, chuckling as well. “Of course, liquor solves everything!”

That evening, after a long night out at a series of bars, they return to their apartment, upon which Michael stumbles towards the couch, with Lindsay close behind. She drank as little as she could so she could remember what he said after loosening his tongue. She slid over to him, slowly trailing her fingers up his arm towards his head.

“So . . . you’ve been very distant in the sack lately . . .” Lindsay says, now curling his hair around her finger. “Is it not good for you?” she continues, making a somber face that would make your heart melt.

“It’s not that, it’s just . . . fuck man, I just don’t want to freak you out.” Michael replies, avoiding eye contact with Lindsay.

“Michael.” Lindsay says, turning his head to lock eyes. “There is nothing you could want to do that would freak me out.”

Michael nodded, shaking his head to sober himself up. “Then fuck my ass.”

Lindsay blinked, confused by the statement. “I’m sorry, but what?”

Michael turned entirely towards her. “Take your largest dildo, and shove it into my asshole. I’m serious. That’s what I’ve wanted to do forever.”

Lindsay takes a moment to think, before kissing him gently. “Go the bedroom, get naked, and I’ll be there with a toy. Not my largest, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Michael practically runs to the bedroom, but in his drunken state, tries to simultaneously disrobe and ends up falling after catching his foot in his pant leg and hopping about.

Lindsay laughs, helps him to the bed, and finishes stripping him. He lies there, prone and nude, waiting for Lindsay to grant his most secret wish. A few moments later, and Lindsay walks out of the bathroom, carrying a dildo, some lubricant, and her discarded clothing.

“Okay, I got the dildo all ready for you, but first I need to get you ready for it.” She says, walking behind Michael and unceremoniously dumping her clothing on the floor.

Michael doesn’t respond, the combination of excitement and alcohol rendering him incapable of speaking coherent words, simply moving onto his knees to expose his ass. Lindsay smiles at her husband’s eagerness and places some lube on her index finger, slowly gliding across his delicate skin. He twitches and rapidly grows erect, something that does not escape her attention.

After a few seconds of moving her finger across his ass, she pushes the finger in, eliciting an audible gasp and a dull slap as his cock slaps his skin. Lindsay giggles at his reaction and begins to twist the finger around, coating the inside with a fine film of lubricant.

Michael moans as Lindsay continues to play around inside him, pushing deeper into his anus, until she gets down to the knuckle of her hand, before pulling out, to both their disappointments.

Lindsay places a condom on the dildo, before covering it with lube and placing it at the entrance to Michael’s ass.

“Michael, are you ready?” Lindsay asks, waiting for the okay to plunge the dildo into him.

Michael gives a thumbs up and squirts some lube on his hand. He then grabs his dick, ready to start jerking it as she pushes into him. Lindsay slowly moves it in as she observes what it’s like to do the penetration. The lubricant builds up around the entrance as his anus opens up to accommodate the new item passing through.

Michael moans and spasms as his breathing becomes more ragged. His hand is flying across his shaft. Lindsay’s hand slowly reaches for her groin, massaging the area before sticking two fingers into herself. The couple continues to masturbate to each other, Lindsay pushing harder into both Michael and herself, while Michael continues to jerk himself, squeezing his cock harder to delay the orgasm.

However, all good things must come to an end, and it did. With a violent, almost primal moan, Michael erupted semen across the bed, spattering everything in a direct line with him. is hand left his dick and slumped forward, pressing his chest into his own mess.

Lindsay slowly pulled the dildo out of her lover, watching curiously as the hole twitched as the foreign object left it. She used his discarded boxers to clean the lube off the edges of his cheeks and curls up next to him, wrapping her arms around Michael, happily drifting off to sleep now knowing her husband’s hidden pleasure.

Chapter Two: Out in the Open

Since that night, Michael and Lindsay’s marriage grew stronger. They felt more connected with one another, spiritually and physically. Over the past month, their collection of unique sex toys grew, with some for Lindsay and some for Michael. Most were for Michael. An entire drawer in their bathroom had become dedicated to a myriad of strap-ons and anal beads. Lindsay had never been happier with the new turn their sex life had taken. But what she didn’t know is she opened a Pandora’s Box, and there’s no shutting this one . . .

Lindsay woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. Getting up and wrapping a bathrobe around her body, she walked into the hallway to see Michael sitting on their couch, stark naked save for a condom on his penis.

“Michael, what are you doing and what are you wearing?” Lindsay said, trying to hold in laughter amidst her confusion.

Michael gets up, walks over to her and swiftly disrobes her. “We’re going to have sex right now.”

“Here, in the living room?” Lindsay replied.

Michael lets out a laugh. “Not in the living room, I don’t want to clean the carpet. We’re going to fuck on the balcony.”

Lindsay stops moving. “You’re joking, right? People can see us if we do it outside!” She shouts, trying to not be heard by the neighbors.

Her complaints are quickly silenced by a passionate kiss. She feels his hand trail from the side of her face down her body until it reaches the knot of her bathrobe. With surprising dexterity, he undoes the knot with a single hand, before breaking the kiss and pulling the robe off of her.

He stood behind her, breathing slowly and heavily on her neck, before tenderly kissing the area, moving his hands underneath her arms, up to her breasts. He gripped them firmly, pressing her nipples with his thumbs. A soft moan erupted from her lips as Michael began walking her towards the balcony, while simultaneously moving his right hand lower, trailing it all the way to her crotch, rubbing her with his thumb with more force than her nipples.

Michael spun her around, briefly ceasing his massaging to slide open the door to the balcony. A few more steps and another spin, and they were both outside, completely naked. Michael bent Lindsay over the railing, the top half of her body hanging out in the open, unconcealed by the stone wall surrounding them. Michael places his hands on Lindsay’s waist, before lining himself up and pushing into her.

Lindsay gasps and covers her mouth her hands, hoping the noise didn’t wake any of their neighbors up. Michael smiles before pulling out and thrusting in, harder and faster with each successive motion.

Lindsay struggles to not let out a wild moan, to let the more primal nature of procreation take over her. She prays that nobody sees them. Her prays are seemingly answered when she feels the condom fill up, signaling Michael has ejaculated. He gives a few post-orgasm thrusts, before pulling out completely. Lindsay stands up, pushing him inside, berating him for his actions.

“Are you crazy?! What if we were seen? We could have been arrested!” She shouts, lightly slapping the back of his head.