Hers/His

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This week’s story is titled Hers/His.

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Hers

Being a housewife in the suburbs you learn how to blend in. You learn how to not be seen. I’m not your typical housewife, I have my own business that I run from the comfort of my home. My husband works a lot. Sometimes too much. Somehow, we’ve transformed from the young rebellious couple to the middle aged but still young couple in the suburbs who fell into the monotony of married life. Of course, we have the house, the car, and the cute little fluffy dog . No kids yet, but that’s not our focus right now. We go through the same routine Monday through Friday. Wake up. Eat breakfast. He kisses my cheek then my lips, and if he’s feeling himself that day, he will squeeze my ass then leave for the office. I take the dog out , come home do my workout then get to work. He comes home and we have dinner. If he’s not working again, he may come upstairs and fuck me for precisely 10-15 mins and then we will go to sleep or watch tv. We wash, rinse, and repeat . On the weekends if I’m lucky, he will eat my pussy until he thinks I came and then fuck me for 15 mins and then tell me how much he loves me before he passes out. Then next thing you know it’s Monday again.

Don’t get me wrong I love my husband, he’s a gem. But sometimes I feel like we have been sucked into this monotonous life and he doesn’t even see it. We used to be young, wild, and free. Before we got married, he used to ravage me in the car day or night or fuck me quietly in a dark restaurant or bar. One time he ate my pussy on the top of his car in a parking garage because he couldn’t wait until we got home. We used to take spontaneous trips and just enjoy each other. Then one day we realized we needed more money, a bigger house, a better job, and we stopped having fun. We stopped fucking each other’s brains out. We stopped being there for each other. I just want something different. I want my husband back. I want my best friend back. We’ve become so distant from each other. He’s so consumed with working and keeping up appearances that he’s no longer present.

Tonight I tried to switch things up, I lit some candles, put on a sexy outfit and prepared his favorite meal. Turning on some music, I dim the lights as I hear him pull into the driveway. Sitting on the counter I wait for him with a glass of wine wearing a sexy pair of stilettos showing off my legs. He walks through the door phone in hand chatting with someone as he walks into the kitchen, he sees me and pauses. The other person on the line continues to chat as he stares at me then looks around the room. I wave to him and smile.

“Let…let me call you back man.”, he stutters as he puts his bag down. “Hi sweetheart, what is all of this?”, he asks. It’s not our anniversary, right?”

I roll my eyes at that. “No baby, I wanted to plan something special for us tonight. Come here.” I wave him towards me. He loosens his tie exposing his broad chest as he unbuttons the top of his dress shirt. He steps between my legs as I hand him a glass of wine.

“You look beautiful.”, he says quietly as he kisses my neck.

I wrap my arms around him, “Thank you, I put this on for you.” He rubs his hands up and down my legs and underneath my dress.

He peers down at me, “Oh yea? And what did I do to deserve this?”

“Just being you baby, I just want you. I made your favorite, chicken parmesan.”, I point to the meal on the table.

He looks over his shoulder, “Wow baby it looks great.”

I pull his face towards me and kiss him deeply. Wrapping my legs around his waist I squeeze him tight. “Maybe we can work up an appetite first and then eat after.”, I giggle against his lips.

He laughs as he squeezes my ass and kisses me again. I start to unbutton the rest of his shirt when his phone chimes twice. He tries to reach for it, but I push it away. He looks back at me as his brow furrows.

“No baby please, be here with me tonight. No phones.”, I plead with him.

“It’s cigar night with the guys.”, he sighs. “Remember I told you there’s a guy who wants to do business with me, he will be there. We can have dinner love, but I have to leave after.” I choke down a tear and look away from him. You know what, fuck that. Suddenly I feel the anger rise in my chest.

“You can’t give me just one night of your time? I did all of this for you and a cigar is more important! I don’t ask for much and all I want is you and you can’t even give me that!”, I shout in frustration.

His jaw clicks as he looks at me. “Is all of this because your horny ass just wants some dick?”

It takes all of my strength not to throw my wine in his face. “That would be a nice bonus, but you know…business first, right?” I challenge him. We lock eyes in a standoff. I look away first. “You don’t want me anymore. It’s clear now. Is there someone else?” I ask, angry at the sadness in my voice as it cracks. His shoulders drop right along with my stomach. A tear falls before I can stop it.

He wipes it away and cups my face. “Look at me , I love you. I always want you baby. Always. There’s no one else but you. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, business is crazy and I’m just trying to keep my head above water.” He kisses me softly.

“What’s the point of having all of this if we can’t enjoy it together?”, I wave around the room.

“You’re right.”, he whispers. “Don’t cry baby I hate seeing you cry.” He kisses me again and nips at my mouth. “I can be a little late for you, love.”

Fuck it. I throw my wine back and throw myself on him. He unbuckles his pants and drops them. Pushing my dress up, he drives into me hard and fast. Burying his face in my neck, he pants and groans against my skin. Licking and sucking on his neck I move towards his ear, “I need you.” He goes faster nailing me to the kitchen island. I match his pace, squeezing my walls around him every time he drives into me.

“Fuck!”, he grunts.

My eyes pop open and I beg him, “Please don’t stop!”

He grips my ass tight as he thrusts into me two more times as he curses into the air. “Fuck baby!”

With my chin on his shoulder, I stare at our cold dinner as I feel him breathe against my neck. I fight the tears as I feel his dick pulse inside of me. This can’t be it. He leans back kissing me all over my face then to my lips. “Did you come baby, did you get what you need?”

I nod and say, “Yes.” with a fake smile. I don’t want to hurt him. “I love you.”, I whisper faintly.

“I love you too.”, he says smiling at me.

He gently places me down on the counter as his group chat pings again breaking our trance. “I need to go shower baby, wrap my dinner up for me, I’m going to tear it up when I get home, ok?” I look up at him and give him a small nod. He looks at me and hesitates before he grabs his clothes and his phone. He lifts my chin and kisses me, “I’ll be back before you know it.” I don’t look at him. Kicking my heels off, I slide off the counter.

“I will clean this up , you go.”, I say as I blow out all the candles.

Silently, I cry as I hear him walk away.

His

I’m a fucking idiot. I have an incredibly sexy and amazing wife. She is my best friend and I’m about to lose her. I was sure of it after that night four weeks ago when I left her at home, wanting me in exchange for a stupid ass cigar night. All for the hope of some business I don’t even need. The problem is I convinced myself that I need the business. That I needed to keep making money. I had this idea in my mind that I need to keep up appearances to keep my wife happy. To keep myself happy. To be honest, I don’t even give a shit about any of it anymore. I don’t know what I want now. I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever wanted. And now I’m going to lose the most important thing I’ve ever had in my life. My wife.

I tried to convince myself that my wife is just a little sad because she works from home and doesn’t have as many friends as she would like. I lied to myself thinking she was just being difficult and that we could adjust to this little suburban life we created for ourselves. But I realize that it’s none of that, my wife has always been happy with me no matter where we are in the world. I’m supposed to be her safe space, her comfort, her best friend and I’ve failed in all aspects. She’s been all of those things and more for me. I realize now that she’s been telling me what she needs from me all this time and like an idiot I missed all the signs.

Which is why I’m currently following my wife to see where she’s really going when she tells me she’s taking a class or going out to dinner with her new girlfriends she met at Pilates. My wife is social, but not that social. Not to the point where she’s coming home after 9pm at night. I knew things were changing when she dyed her hair blonde and cut it shorter. Don’t get me wrong, she looks sexy as hell, I didn’t think she could get sexier but here we are. Then she thinks I don’t notice how she will go to the bathroom to get herself off after we have sex. I listened to her come harder and harder at night, making me get hard just listening to her. Does it fuck with my ego? Absolutely. We used to have wild, impromptu, amazing sex and then things started getting in the way. Our careers, stress, money, etc. She doesn’t know it, but I started seeing a therapist because I realized something was wrong with me. He says my stressful work life is interfering with my ability to perform. I didn’t realize how much stress was fucking with me until recently, when I was in a meeting and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was having a heart attack. And of course, like a coward I haven’t said shit to my wife.

So here I am following my wife, ready to beat the shit out of any man she may be going to see right now. Following her car, I see her pull into some non-descript building that looks like a warehouse or some sort of facility. I park on the other end of the lot and watch her as she steps out of the car. She’s wearing a completely different outfit than the one I saw her leave in. She has on some very sexy thigh high boots with a satin trench coat wrapped around her, exposing her thigh. Her hair is done in some wild curls and she’s wearing a very sexy red lip. My hands grip the steering wheel and tighten around it as I watch her strut to the door. She rings a bell as she walks up and a tall bald man who looks like a linebacker opens the door. She pulls some sort of black card out of her pocket and shows it to him. He scans it with a card reader and lets her in. What the fuck? I get out of the car and make my way towards the door. As I get closer a couple gets there first and they both pull out the same card. He eyes me as I stand behind them. He scans their cards and nods to them never taking his eye off me.

“Welcome back to Hive.”, he says.

I step up and look him in the eye. “How much to get in?”

He shakes his head, “Membership only.”

He starts to close the door, I grab it. “Well how much for the membership?”

“Invite only.”, he says and slams the door in my face.

Fuck. I walk back to my car and pull out my phone. I look up the club and it’s address. A black screen pulls up. Welcome To The Hive. Members Only Adult Club. Must be 21+ to Enter. There’s no other info listed. Thinking for a bit I remember hearing one of my colleagues mentioned having fun at the “Hive” recently while we were playing golf. I shoot him a text.

Me: Hey what’s up with the Hive? I’m trying to get in.

Him: Ha ha. Good luck with that. Why are you trying to get in?

Me: Can you get me in or should I try someone else? I don’t have time for your shit.

Him: Calm down. Do you even know what the Hive is?

Me: No.

Him: Ha. It’s a sex club. That’s why it’s members only. I can get you can invite. But I must warn you. Nothing will prepare you for what you will see in there.

My stomach drops to my ass. The thought of my wife getting railed in some sex club sends me to a dark place I don’t want to go to. I have to give her the benefit of doubt that she’s just in there being curious. I have to, or I will lose my shit. I realize I’m breathing hard and try to calm myself down.

Me: Send me the invite.

Him: Bet. It takes them a couple days to vet you. After that, you’re in if you pass.

Me: Bet. Good looking out.

Him: You’re welcome. You owe me for this. Maybe a drink at the Hive.

Ignoring him, I decide to sit for a while and see if she leaves with someone. After an hour she hasn’t come out yet. I decide to text her.

Me: When are you coming home, love?

Her: Soon, me and my friends are wrapping up. We decided to grab some drinks.

Me: Be careful I will see you when you get home.

Her: I will, I only had one drink, and I didn’t even finish it. 

Me: Ok. I love you.

Her: Love you.

I stare at the door for five more minutes and she still doesn’t show. I decide to beat her home, so she won’t see me. As I pull out of the lot I get a text.

Unknown: You’ve been invited to join the Hive. Click this link to begin your application. This link will expire in 15 minutes.

I click the link and the application launches on my phone. With a deep sigh I fill it out and head back home.

One week later: I’m back outside at the Hive. My wife told me she’s at her new book club meeting. According to her, the book is also a movie, so they plan to watch it. She told me not to wait up for her. I smirk to myself thinking about it. Little does she know, I’m about to catch her lying ass in a few minutes. My application was approved for membership and with my status in the community, I was able to secure a VIP membership where I get my pick of VIP rooms, private area and access to their global locations if I choose to. That won’t be necessary I’m here for one night and one reason only. My wife.

I ring the bell and the same guy opens the door. As soon as he sees me, he fixes his face to yell at me, but I flash my VIP membership card to him and he shuts his mouth. After scanning me in, he welcomes me inside. I proceed down a long corridor that is lit with mood lighting . As I turn the corner, I’m greeted by a beautiful young woman who smiles when she sees me. “Welcome to the Hive sir, I see you’re a first-time guest. If you want to go straight to our VIP area, you can take the stairs to your right, or you’re welcome to the main area of the club where everything is open. Which bracelet would you like tonight?”

I look at her confused. “How do you know it’s my first time and a bracelet?”

“When you’re scanned in at the door it alerts me here to every guest who enters. We provide LED bracelets to signal what you are open for to other guests. Green means you available for anything that you choose to consent to. Yellow is for those who are just here to observe and not participate. Red is for couples who are here together. Blue is for performers.”

“Performers?”, I ask still confused.

She looks at me like I’m crazy. “I see you didn’t read through ALL of our welcome guide.”, she says eyeing me with judgment. “Some nights we have special performers or entertainment on our stages. There are times when our members choose to also participate with the performers. So, which one are you tonight?”

Nodding in understanding, I point to the bracelet, “Yellow for me.” Suddenly I become anxious wondering what color she chose.

The hostess puts the slim bracelet on my hand and points to it. “This band will also get you into the VIP section, security will scan your wrist, and you’re good to go.” She looks at me and smiles, “Try to relax, take it all in, and enjoy yourself.”

I nod to her and make my way inside. As I step onto the main floor I look around and I’m surprised by how nice it looks. I was fully expecting a concrete floor and steel beams everywhere. But they’ve turned this place into a real club. There’s a large bar that is in the center of the floor, giving everyone access to drinks. I’m surprised to see people getting small bites to eat at various tables everywhere. Music is playing and I see a DJ booth up above, near the VIP area. There are booths along the walls and various platforms all around the floor. There’s a mainstage with the lights dim above it. Then there’s the people. Some folks look like they are there just for the ambiance, and they are dressed for the place in barely there clothing. A couple walks by me, and I notice the woman has a collar and leash around her neck. She has this blissful look on her face as she passes me. Two of the booths to my right have couples openly fucking in them. At the bar a woman is on her knees pleasing another man as he sips his drink watching her. I make my way to the other end of the bar across from one of the platforms where I see four people on it all fucking each other. One woman is tied up wrists to ankles as she’s being fucked on one end while another man is fucking her throat. Another woman is standing over them while the man fucking the other woman is eating her pussy. My dick twitches watching them.

“What would you like to drink, sir.?”, the bartender asks over the music.

“Macallan 25 neat.”, I reply not taking my eyes off of them. One of the men shouts he’s going to come and I look away. My eyes scan the entire floor looking for her. She’s hard to miss with her platinum blonde hair. I don’t see her anywhere, so I know she has to be in VIP. I’m hoping she’s not in a private room, where I can’t get to her. My heart couldn’t take seeing her going into or leaving one of those rooms. The bartender hands me my drink and I immediately toss it back asking for another. He passes me another drink. Dropping some cash on the bar, I make my way towards the VIP. After getting my bracelet scanned, I make my way upstairs. There’s another smaller stage and a bar up here. There are day beds and lounge chairs with tables everywhere, and to my surprise a rooftop terrace on the back. To my left I see the hallway with more private rooms and to my right I see more booths similar to the one downstairs. I scan the room and my eyes land on her. She doesn’t see me watching her. She looks beautiful in a short red dress that looks like it was made for her body. The lights are already dim, but they flash and someone steps on stage with a mic.

“Are you guys ready for the show?” Everyone claps in the room. “Please welcome our performers to the stage.” The lights change in the room to a dark red while the stage lights dim to a soft blue. A woman and a man walk to the stage. I lean back against the wall and watch my wife as she’s focused on them. She takes a sip of her drink, and I see her bracelet matches mine. Yellow. My heart skips a beat when I realize she’s here alone, watching. The couple introduce themselves on stage. The man places her on a contraption in the shape of an X on the floor and ties her hands and feet down. I do a double take when I realize she’s wearing nothing but a leather harness with her pussy and breasts on full display. The man announces to the crowd that his sub disobeyed him tonight and he’s going to teach her lesson in front of all of us. She bites her lip as he opens a box next to him and pulls out some toys. He clamps her nipples, making her squirm and moan on stage, before she can make another sound he places a ball gag into her mouth. I glance at my wife and she’s biting her lip watching the show. I take another glance to the booth next to hers and a man is sitting with a woman in his lap holding her in place making her watch. She’s completely naked and panting in his lap. Looking out at one of the lounge chairs I see another man getting head from two women while he watches the show. The woman on stage releases muffled screams and I look back to see he’s spanking her pussy with a small leather riding crop. He spanks her again and takes a vibrating wand and holds it against her pussy. He does this over and over making her reach her peak, then he stops.

Looking back at the booth, I can see my wife squirming in the dark. I make my way over to her. Quickly I slide into the booth. “This is a private booth sir”, she says in protest, then stops when she looks at me. Her eyes widen. “What…How?” Slowly, I sip my drink watching her as the woman screams again in the background.

Placing my drink down on the table, I look at her. “I followed you sweetheart. Book club my ass and whatever other bullshit you’ve been lying about.” She stares at me. “Are you here with someone?” I ask her. She shakes her head no. “How did you find this place?”, I question her.

She sighs, “One of my friends from my Pilates class told me about it. I’ve grown close to her, and she gave me the invite.”

“How long have you been coming here?” I ask, my heart thumping in my chest.

“This is my third time.”, she confesses.

Raising an eyebrow, I continue to question her, “And you haven’t been fucking anyone in here?”

She looks me in the eye, “No! I would never do that! I just wanted to do something fun. I knew you wouldn’t come with me, and I just wanted to watch.” She looks away from me with a bit of shame in her face. She continues and takes a deep breath. “ I wanted to feel sexy, I wanted to feel alive, and this just became a bit of fun. It made me feel good. I felt desired. I felt…wanted.”, I stare at her.

The woman’s moans fill the room as he finally lets her come. The couple in the booth next to us are full on fucking now as well as others in the room. I watch my wife’s face, and I can see how turned on she is and how conflicted she is by my presence. I move closer to her, she looks at me. “We can leave. I know you don’t want me in here.”

Grabbing her, I stun her, kissing her deeply and she quickly returns my kiss with passion. I hold her in place by her throat gently squeezing as I bite her ear. “This is what you want, love? You want to watch other people fuck because they fuck better than us? She gasps, then tries to look at me, but I hold her in place. “No, watch them.” I command. Sliding my hand down beneath her dress, I feel her wet pussy dripping. She whimpers when I slide two fingers up and down her pussy. Kissing her ear, I pull her closer, “I’m sorry I stopped paying attention to you. I stopped paying attention to this greedy little pussy of yours.” She opens her legs wider for me to slide in deeply. She lets out a moan, matching the woman on stage, as the man begins to fuck her mercilessly along with the wand on her clit making her scream incoherently. There’s lots of moans and grunts happening all around the room. Leaning towards her face I kiss her lips, “Don’t worry I got you now and I won’t let you go again. You hear me?”

She moans and cries out, “Yes!”

Slipping four of my fingers inside of her, she rides my hand as we watch the show.

I whisper in her ear, “You want to come hard like her?”

“Yes!”, she pleads.

Curling my fingers deep inside of her, she comes hard making her juices leak onto my wrist. Slipping my fingers out of her, I suck them clean as I let go of her throat. She instantly moves to my lap and kisses me.

“I missed you baby.”

Caressing her face, I look at her. “I missed you too.”

She reaches down and pulls my dick out and slides down onto me. Smacking her ass, we kiss each other like we can’t get enough of each other. She rides me like a pro, placing her hands on the seat behind me, she bounces up and down letting me smack her ass over and over. She moves like water as I bury my face in her breasts. Sliding the straps down to her dress, she lets them spill out, giving me full access as I suck them into my mouth.

“Yes please!”, she screams.

Her ass slaps against my thighs as she continues to fuck me.

“Pull that shit out of me baby.”, I whisper to her as I smack her ass over and over again. “You know what to do.” She whines and coos in my ear as she moves up and down seductively on my dick. Our foreheads press together as we eye each other.

“I love you baby.”, she breathes.

“I love you more, make me come.” I move her hips fast as she rides me hard, squeezing her pussy around my dick. Reaching down, I pinch her clit and she screams into my shoulder as I come deep inside of her. Both of us pant as we try to catch our breath. We became so lost in each other, we didn’t realize the show ended. Looking around, everyone else was also in their own world, as music begins to fill the room. My wife cups my face as she looks at me, “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Kissing her fingertips, I look into her eyes. “I forgive you. I need you to forgive me.”

She looks at me confused, “For what?”

“For not being the man you need. I’ve been working too hard and not paying attention to you, not telling you what was wrong with me. I’ve struggled for a long time trying to figure out what’s next, so I kept working, thinking I would figure it out. I almost lost you by staying in my own head.”, I lower my head looking away from her.

She lifts my chin, “I forgive you.” Shifting in my lap, she rubs herself up and down my dick again making it twitch inside of her. Smirking at me she squeezes my dick with her pussy. “Now show my pussy how sorry you are.”

The End.

I hope you enjoyed Hers/His. Stay Tuned next week for a brand new story.

Arya.