SHould She Tell Him


Anna leaned on her pillow with a mischievous grin. 
She squeezed her husband's cock, surprised to find it 
hard so soon after lovemaking. "So this talk of me with 
another man really does turn you on," she said. She 
rolled over to fish another condom out of the bedside 
drawer. When she found one, she lay on her back, parted 
her legs, and smiled at Jack as he climbed between 
them. Jack took the condom, unwrapped it, and rolled it 
onto his penis.

"Yes," he answered. "It does." The condom in place, he 
thrust himself into her, and began pumping. "I don't 
know if it's something I really want to happen. But I 
do think about it all the time. I even masturbate to 
it." Anna wrapped her arms around his neck and 
coaxed him down to lay on top of her. Jack cooperated, 
and the couple lay face to face as they made love. "I 
just don't know how I'd react emotionally."

"You know you're all the man I need, right?"

"Of course. It's just a fantasy. I don't understand 
it."

"Mmmm," sighed Anna. "I enjoy making love to you," 
she said with a kiss.

"I know you do. It's just fun to think about." 

"It does sound fun." Then, giggling impishly, "Like 
what if he's got a better body than you? Or a bigger 
dick? Fun is right!" 

"You better stop if you don't want me to cum right 
now," Jack said sheepishly. 

Anna widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Maybe he'll 
be better in bed. Or give me multiple orgasms. Would 
that do it for you?" 

Jack increased his thrusts, and tightened his fingers 
around her arms as he usually did before he came. 

"What if he fucks my brains out all night long, and 
ruins you for me, so I never want you again? Is that 
what you want?"

"Oh God," bellowed Jack, ramming himself into her one 
last time, holding there for a few moments before he 
collapsed on top of her. "Oh God, I love you so much." 
They lay panting for a few minutes before Jack 
carefully gripped the condom by its base, pulled 
himself out of her, and rolled over. He lay on his side 
and passionately kissed his wife as he took it off. 
Anna moaned a little. She was happy her husband had 
enjoyed himself so much, even if she was a little 
disappointed that their second session that night went 
by so quick. His pleasure was the main reason she made 
love, she thought to herself. 

They started cuddling, as they always did after making 
love. 

"So what if it actually happened?" She asked.

"Mmm? You mean...?" he started sleepily. 

"I mean me with another man. How would you react?"

"It's just a fantasy," he said, the words almost 
swallowed by a yawn.

"Of course."

In a few minutes, Jack started snoring. When she was 
sure he was sound asleep, she reached between her 
thighs and quietly diddled herself to orgasm. 

**

Frank owned the contracting company that was renovating 
Anna and Jack's home. Just 35, he was confident, 
with boyish good looks, and a body like Adonis. To keep 
cool in the summer heat, he wore cutoff shorts and 
rugged boots while he worked. No shirt. His tan torso 
glistened with sweat. He was dedicated, too. Often, 
while his crewmen took their long breaks, Frank would 
work by himself on this or that project to speed up the 
day's progress. 

Anna wanted him. She wasn't just attracted to him. 
She didn't just have a crush on him. "Lust" was too 
soft a word for what burned in her. She needed Frank in 
a way she didn't remember needing any man before. She 
was committed to doing everything in her power to have 
him. 

At first, she had resisted the impulse. She loved her 
husband. She couldn't see herself as an adulteress. But 
as the days of the contractors' work stretched into 
weeks, Anna's resolve wore down. Every time she 
passed through his work area, ribald thoughts would 
distract her from home office matters for hours. 
Yesterday, he had finally picked up on her signals, and 
they had begun flirting shamelessly. 

She had been subtly trying to get Jack's permission. 
She thought Jack might even enjoy it. But she couldn't 
press the issue without giving herself away. Not worth 
it. Anna decided it was easier to get forgiveness 
than permission. 

Frank and Anna's flirtations continued. He started 
calling her "Annie," a nick she hadn't used since high 
school. She liked it when he called her that. She liked 
almost anything Frank did. But much as they flirted, 
Frank never made a move. Anna knew if she wanted 
anything to happen, she would have to take action 
herself. But what if I've misread him? What if he's not 
interested at all? Other scary thoughts crept into her 
head. What if he tells Jack? Anna pondered the 
possibility of losing the comfortable life her 
husband's income bought her. 

But one Thursday morning, Anna caught sight of 
Frank's six-pack abs, and the matter was decided. Since 
the contracting work would be done soon, she knew it 
was now or never. Her body went on a mission. 
Consequences no longer mattered. 

Anna set aside her work, went to the bedroom, and 
changed into a pair of kaki shorts and tank-top which 
showed off her light shoulders. Now she needed an 
excuse to spend some time with Frank to make her intent 
known. 

Just before lunch, she went to the kitchen and made a 
large pitcher of fresh lemonade. She brought it to the 
work area, serving it to the workers, taking special 
care to sit next to Frank, touching her legs to his. She 
made small talk, and laughed a little too hard at 
Frank's jokes. Soon, all the workers wandered off for 
lunch. 

When she realized they were finally alone, Anna bit 
her lip, and searched for Frank's eyes. He avoided her 
gaze at first, not sure if he wanted to go through with 
what was obviously taking place. He paused, and with a 
deep breath, looked her in the eye. He caressed her 
bare thigh, and smiled. Anna breathed a sigh of 
relief and leaned into him. He took her in his arms, 
and they kissed for a long time. When they stopped, 
Anna stood up and extended her hand. Frank took it, 
and followed her to the bedroom. 

When they arrived, Frank sat on the edge of the bed and 
pulled Anna down next to him. He leaned in to kiss 
her again, and ran his fingertips up the side of her 
bare leg to the edge of her shorts. Gripping them by 
the hem, he gave them a brief tug, to hint where he was 
going next. Then he took her tank-top in both hands 
and, with Anna's full cooperation, pulled it up over 
her outstretched arms. Tossing it aside, he paused to 
admire her body. He smiled when he realized that her 
choice of a sexy lacy bra proved that this wasn't as 
spontaneous as it might have seemed. Anna had 
planned to be seen topless today. 

For her part, Anna didn't let on that she was in a 
frenzy. With her long fingernails, she combed through 
the blond curls on Frank's bare chest, trying to seem 
casual. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him in her. 
Her heart raced while Frank's eyes traced the contours 
of her breasts, hips, and neck. She couldn't wait 
anymore. She unbuttoned the top of Frank's cutoffs, 
cuffed her thumbs all the way into the waste-band of 
his underpants, and hurriedly pulled down while Frank 
lifted his ass off the bed to help. 

Leaving his trousers in a heap at his feet, she grinned 
a goofy grin. Frank's cock hung between his thighs on 
the edge of the bed, not quite erect. Even semi-
flaccid, it was impressive. Much bigger and better 
looking than Jack's. Despite herself, she stared for a 
moment before returning her gaze to Frank's eyes. Frank 
didn't seem offended at the liberty she had taken.

Anna knelt beside the bed and parted Frank's legs 
with her hands. Frank's cock throbbed and grew a little 
in anticipation. She took his cock into her hand and 
stroked it. She saw the metal of her wedding ring 
touching the flesh of another man's penis—and she 
didn't care. All that mattered in that moment was 
Frank's glorious cock. She kissed the head lightly, 
dabbing a bit of pre-cum with her tongue, then took him 
into her mouth and sucked. 

Frank sighed and laughed a little. Leaning back on his 
hands, he relaxed to enjoy the sensation of Anna's 
mouth. She was skillful. Little did he know she had a 
mission. Not that it would have mattered to him in the 
least. It wasn't long before he was fully erect, and 
aching for release. Sensing Frank's need, Anna knew 
the timing was right. She stood up between his legs, 
and began unbuttoning her shorts.
Frank sat up on the edge of the bed and helped her 
undress. Even though Anna could tell that his need 
was urgent, she was surprised at his control. His 
movements as they undressed her were hurried, but not 
clumsy. After she unfastened her shorts, Frank assisted 
their drop to the floor. Same with her bra.

Finally, she was completely naked. Frank stood up next 
to her, embraced her, and kissed her. Anna enjoyed 
the feeling of his erect penis against her bare skin. 
From the way he let it linger, she guessed he enjoyed 
it too. She cooperated when he used his arms to 
position her bent over with her hands on the bed. She 
liked it that way too. 

*Now I'm going to get it!* She thought excitedly. 

But he didn't enter her right away. There was a pause.

She heard the dresser drawer behind her open, then he 
said, "Anna, I didn't bring any condoms today. Do 
you have any?"
 
*No! What guy gets to THIS POINT and gets conscientious 
about protection?* 

"Um, no, I was... I just assumed you would have one," 
she fibbed. She didn't mention the box of Trojans in 
the bedside drawer. 

"Look, I'm sorry, I don't have one. I really don't have 
any diseases though, if you're willing to trust me. And 
I swear I'll pull out." 

Anna smiled. *Oh no you won't.* 

"I guess I'll have to trust you," she said. *Now get 
over here and FUCK ME.* 

Frank smiled and resumed his position behind her. She 
felt his fingers caress her labia; then she felt the 
head of his cock penetrate her cunt; then the shaft, 
then... oohhhhh. He was much bigger than she was used 
to. It hurt just a little. It felt great a lot. Anna 
fell forward on the bed and let Frank take control. Frank 
grabbed her hips and gently pumped her. 

Within just a few minutes, Anna was clutching the 
bedspread and making squealing noises. "Oh Frank. Oh... 
Frank. It feels so good. It feels too good." Taking the 
cue, Frank pumped harder, ramping up the pace until he 
was ramming her. She pulled hard on the bedspread, 
curled her toes, and completely lost control. "OH FRANK. 
OH MY GOD YES. OH DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP. OHHH!" 
she called out as she exploded in orgasm. Dutifully, 
Frank kept pumping as Anna kept calling out. 

Gradually, Anna calmed down. When Frank was sure she 
was satiated, he slid himself out of her, and turned 
her over on her back. Then, parting her legs, he lay on 
top of her and re-entered her. 

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "That was amazing," she said, 
staring into his eyes.
 
"Glad you liked it," he said, resuming pumping. He 
hardly noticed that Anna had wrapped her powerful 
legs around his waist, and had begun using them to 
modulate his thrusts. He certainly didn't realize that 
when he came, whether or not he came inside her 
wouldn't be entirely up to him, but would be at least 
up to whether those legs could hold him. 

Already Frank had lasted longer than Jack normally did, 
and he showed no signs of stopping. He continued for a 
long time, varying the force of his penetrations and 
his rhythm until Anna came twice more. Frank was 
incredible in bed. 

Finally, Anna sensed his orgasm building. Though 
exhausted and covered with sweat, she moved her hips to 
match his need. "Nnngh," he grunted, mustering the 
strength to hold off for as long as possible. Anna 
grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper. "Nnnnngg... 
god," he gasped. "Oh Annie. Oh ANNIE!!" He grabbed 
her hips, and started to push away as if to pull out of 
her, but Anna remembered her mission. She wrapped 
her legs as tightly as she could and pulled him in 
hard. "OH GOD ANNIE OH YES," he shouted, bucking 
wildly before finally giving in. He pumped into her one 
last time, then collapsed on top of her, panting. 
Anna kissed salty sweat off of his chest. She 
savored the wetness of his cum oozing out from between 
her thighs; the musky scent of his sexuality. 

Anna and Frank cuddled for several minutes before 
arranging to meet for more sex that weekend at a hotel. 
Frank didn't bother to bring protection to their later 
liasons either. Though Anna didn't know it, those 
liasons weren't necessary to her mission: she and Frank 
and conceived that afternoon on the bed. Even had she 
known, she still would have gone to the hotel with him, 
of course. 


Frank's company finished renovating their home in a few 
weeks. When Frank found out Anna was pregnant, he 
briefly took the posture of the noble gentleman who 
wanted to father the baby. But eventually he 
disappeared from Anna's life altogether. Anna had 
expected he would. Frank wasn't the kind of guy she 
could expect to land for a committed relationship. 

Anna weighed whether or not to tell Jack about Frank. 
It was his fantasy, after all. But Jack had made clear 
it was just a fantasy. And with the baby on its way, 
some things were better left unsaid. Instead, she let 
Jack believe that a condom had broken. Jack trusted 
Anna completely, and never suspected a thing. She 
resisted the impulse to name their darling son Frank.