Discovering Her Husband’s Cuckold Cravings – Part 3 (Patreon)

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Isabelle smiled as the naked man approached her bed. She parted her legs and reached down to play with her wet pussy. The naked man crawled into the bed and between her thighs as Isabelle looked down to see an impressively long and thick cock.

“I want you,” she said. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

The naked man smiled and leaned down to kiss Isabelle as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. She groaned as he slipped inside her. His tongue slipped into her mouth as she welcomed his cock into her pussy.

“You’re so big,” she whispered.

His cock bottomed out inside her and he kissed Isabelle’s neck before slowly pulling out. She groaned at the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

The naked man pushed every inch of his cock inside her once more. Isabelle closed her eyes and arched her back as her hips lifted to meet his thrusts. A hazy kind of pleasure enveloped her body as Isabelle wrapped her arms around the naked man and pulled him close.

“Fuck me harder,” she whispered. “Harder.”

He fucked her harder as the haze of pleasure thickened. Isabelle felt her fingers and toes tingle from the joy of being filled by a beautiful cock attached to a beautiful man. Her loins came alive as each thrust brought her closer to orgasm.

“Faster,” she said.

The naked man fucked her harder and faster. Isabelle’s heart pounded and her head felt foggy as the pleasure spread through her body. She held him close and her mouth opened. She tried to scream in pleasure but the sound caught in her throat.

Isabelle’s eyes shot open. The bedroom was dark. Nathan was sound asleep beside her. There was no naked man on top of her. She’d been dreaming. She looked at the nightstand. It was just past 4 a.m.

Isabelle couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a sex dream. She felt a little guilty that Nathan clearly hadn’t been present in her fantasy. Why had her brain conjured a mystery man? Had the little bit of dirty talk she’d done with Nathan been enough to inspire a subconscious desire for someone that offered more than her husband?

Isabelle turned towards Nathan. He was sound asleep. His eyelids fluttered a little. She wondered if he was fantasizing too.

After confirming that Nathan was indeed in a deep state of sleep Isabelle moved a hand under the covers and into her panties. She found the kind of wetness that only results from exceptional desire. She rubbed the tip of her index finger over her clit and an electric shock of pleasure rushed through her loins.

Isabelle turned towards Nathan again and fought a brief internal battle over the wisdom of masturbating while her husband slept next to her. It was the kind of thing that would have annoyed her to wake up to, and yet she wanted to do it.

Ultimately, Isabelle’s desire won out. She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit. The naked man from her dream popped into her head again. She bit her lower lip to suppress a moan as a vision of him sliding into her pussy filled Isabelle’s head.

Less than a minute later Isabelle had a splendid orgasm while her husband slept next to her. She arched her back and curled her toes as the intense pleasure rushed from head to toe. She did her best not to make a sound and when it was over Nathan still appeared to be fast asleep.

Isabelle felt a little guilty that she’d fantasized about someone else while masturbating next to her sleeping husband, but she told herself that because she wasn’t fantasizing about a particular man that it was okay. He might as well have been a mannequin. He was just a representation of something naughty and Isabelle told herself that there was nothing wrong with indulging in her desire as long as she didn’t start fantasizing about a real man.

As she drifted back to sleep, Isabelle wondered what Nathan would think if she told him about her sex dream. He’d confessed to fantasizing about the same thing, so perhaps he’d find it arousing and they could have a little fun. It seemed possible that he’d find it unexpectedly disheartening to know that she’d actually dreamed of having someone else inside her, though. Sleep claimed Isabelle before she could make a decision about the wisdom of telling him.

Isabelle woke up before Nathan and she was hit with a surprising sense of guilt as she stared at her husband. She wasn’t sure why, though. He’d thoroughly enjoyed the orgasm in the movie theater and that had been fueled by the idea of Isabelle having sex with an ex-boyfriend. He’d talked about how he fantasized about her with other people, too. Perhaps her guilt was due to having an orgasm without her husband’s involvement. Maybe she felt bad for being selfish.

Isabelle cuddled up next to Nathan and ran her fingers over his chest. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “Good morning.”

A smile crossed his face as Nathan opened his eyes. “What a lovely way to wake up,” he said.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“What man wouldn’t want to wake up with a beautiful woman next to him?” Nathan replied.

Isabelle’s fingers drifted down Nathan’s torso and she ran her fingers over the elastic waistband of his underwear. “I want to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad,” she said.

Nathan gave her a curious look before saying, “Okay.”

Isabelle slipped her fingers under the waistband and ran them through the pubic hair just above her husband’s cock. “I had a dream last night,” she said.

“What sort of dream?” he asked.

Isabelle kissed Nathan’s neck and whispered, “A naughty dream.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him softly, eliciting a moan from her husband.

“What happened in this naughty dream?” he asked.

Isabelle smiled as Nathan’s cock came to life in her hand. She kissed his neck again and he moaned. She felt empowered by his desire. “I was naughty,” she whispered. “Very naughty.”

“What did you do?” Nathan asked.

“I had sex,” she answered. “With someone else. In our bed.”

Isabelle felt the same sort of desire she’d experienced after waking up from her dream. She was certain that she’d find the same wetness between her legs if she checked.

“God, Isabelle…” Nathan said as his cock swelled up between her fingers.

“Does that turn you on?” Isabelle asked in a soft, sultry whisper.

“Yes,” Nathan answered.

“I was naked. My legs were spread. I was soaking wet. I was wet for him. It felt so real, Nathan. It was like it was actually happening. It was like someone else was in our bedroom. It was like someone was actually crawling into our bed and between my legs,” Isabelle said.

She released Nathan’s cock and worked his underwear down. He took the hint and pulled them off entirely as Isabelle pushed the covers aside to have complete access to her husband’s erection.

“Was he…was he big?” Nathan asked.

“Yes,” Isabelle replied. She could see the anticipation on her husband’s face. He wanted to hear that her fantasy man was bigger than him. He wanted the same thing that had provided him with such incredible orgasms in the past few weeks. His desire still fascinated her and she found a certain kind of delight in giving Nathan what he needed. “He was very big. I saw it as he crawled into the bed and between my legs. I saw his big, beautiful cock. It was so hard for me.”

“Did it feel good?” Nathan asked. “When he fucked you? Did it feel good?”

Isabelle kissed her husband’s neck and moaned like she was getting fucked. She stroked his cock faster and Nathan lifted his hips in that desperate way that men sometimes do. He was lost in pleasure and Isabelle felt a wonderful sense of power.

“It felt incredible,” she answered. “His big cock felt so good inside me. He fucked me so good, Nathan. He made your wife feel so with his big cock.”

Nathan moaned and Isabelle pressed her lips against his. The kiss that resulted felt desperate. It felt like every bit of the desire Isabelle had experienced after her dream had returned.

“Was he better?” Nathan asked.

Isabelle released Nathan’s cock, yanked her panties off, and straddled her husband. She took him inside her pussy and smiled as Nathan closed his eyes and groaned.

“Yes,” she said as his cock rested inside her. “He was better than you, Nathan. He was much better than you. He fucked me better than you’ve ever fucked me. He made me feel better than you ever have.”

“God…Isabelle…please…fuck me,” Nathan said. “Ride me. Please. Your pussy feels so good. Please, I need to cum.”

Isabelle found the desperation in his voice and on his face thrilling. He wanted what only she could give her. He wanted the pleasure her pussy could provide and it was her willingness to play into his fantasy that had brought him to a place of such desire.

Isabelle gave her husband what he wanted. She put her hands on his chest and rode his cock. She bounced up and down on it, and in doing so she brought Nathan right to the precipice of his climax.

“I woke up after my dream,” she said. “My pussy was soaked. My body wanted the man in my dream. It wanted him to actually be in our bedroom. It wanted him to be between my legs. It wanted him to be inside me, Nathan. My pussy wanted another man inside me. It wanted him to fuck me. It wanted someone with a big, beautiful cock to fuck me.”

Nathan reached up to play with Isabelle’s breasts as she rode him. Each time he touched her nipples it sent shockwaves of pleasure between her legs.

“I masturbated while you were asleep,” Isabelle said. “I played with my wet, needy pussy while you were asleep next to me. I played with my pussy and I thought about someone else. I thought about the man in my dreams. I thought about him fucking me while you were asleep. I thought about him fucking my tight, wet pussy and I came, Nathan. I had an orgasm while I thought about another man. Fuck…I fantasized about fucking someone else and I came so hard!”

“Isabelle…fuck…I’m cumming!” Nathan cried out.

Isabelle rode him harder and faster. She ground her clit into his pelvis and brought herself to a beautiful climax while Nathan came inside her. His body trembled beneath hers and wave after wave of pleasure washed over his face while Isabelle dug her fingernails into his chest and let the joy of another exceptionally powerful orgasm spread from between her legs.

“Holy shit,” Nathan said. “That was incredible.”

“I know,” Isabelle replied as she sat back on her husband’s cock and smiled.

“Did you really have a dream like that?” he asked.

Isabelle nodded. “I did.”

“That’s amazing,” Nathan said. “You’re amazing. You are. Thank you for sharing that with me. I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“You really don’t mind that I had a dirty dream?” Isabelle asked as she felt some of Nathan’s cum begin to leak from her pussy.

“Not at all,” he said. “Honestly, it’s the stuff of my fantasies. The fact that one of those fantasies basically came true this morning is incredible. You have nothing to worry about. You can have all the dirty dreams you want. I won’t get mad.”

Isabelle leaned down and kissed him. “Well, thank you for that. It was unexpected, but it was also pretty hot, so I’m glad you’re okay with it.”

Nathan wrapped his arms around her and held Isabelle tight. “You have nothing to worry about. Anytime you have a fantasy like that, feel free to share it.”

“I will,” Isabelle said. “For now, I’m going to take a quick shower. I got a little sweaty there and there’s quite a mess between my legs.”

“Can I join you?” Nathan asked.

“Absolutely,” she replied.

Isabelle climbed off her husband and scampered towards the bathroom with a smile on her face. They hadn’t enjoyed morning sex in a long, long time and they hadn’t showered together in years. Perhaps Nathan’s fantasy would mean very good things for their marriage.