I write a lot, but this is my first story posted here. I hope you enjoy it! Any feedback is also appreciated!
Ch. 1 The Struggle
Ben and Maddie had been married for seven years, and in most ways, their marriage was a happy one. At 6'2" with a slim build, Ben was a quiet, gentle man who adored his 5'7" wife, Maddie, with her slender frame and B-cup bust. They shared a cozy home in a quiet suburban neighborhood, a strong emotional bond, and a mutual respect that had carried them through life's ups and downs. But there was one shadow over their otherwise perfect union. Their sex life.
Their bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Ben and Maddie lay side by side under the cotton sheets, the air between them heavy with the weight of routine. It was another night, another attempt to find something, anything, that resembled the passion they both quietly longed for. The hum of the ceiling fan above was the only sound breaking the stillness, a monotonous drone that mirrored the predictability of what was about to unfold.
Ben shifted closer, his hand slipping beneath the covers with a practiced motion. He reached between Maddie's legs, his fingers finding her center and beginning to rub in small, mechanical circles. There was no buildup, no tender kisses along her neck, no warm breath against her skin, just his hand, moving with the efficiency of a man who'd settled into a single, uninspired method. His touch was hesitant, almost clinical, as if he were checking a box rather than igniting a fire.
Maddie closed her eyes, trying to sink into the sensation, desperate to feel something more than the dull friction of his fingertips. She loved Ben. She loved his kindness, his steady presence, but this wasn't enough. Her body barely responded, a faint dampness forming that was more a reflex than a sign of desire. She wasn't wet, not the way she craved to be, not the way she remembered from a distant past when sex had been electric. It was frustrating, like trying to coax a flame from a pile of soggy leaves. Her hips stayed still, her breath even, as she fought the urge to sigh in disappointment.
Ben sensed it, the way she didn't arch into his touch, the way her body remained stubbornly unyielding. It gnawed at him, tightening the knot of anxiety in his chest. He wanted to be better, to draw out the gasps and shudders he knew she deserved, but his confidence faltered with every passing second. His fingers kept moving, stuck in their repetitive loop, but it was clear neither of them was getting anywhere.
After a few long, tedious minutes, Maddie opened her eyes and murmured, "I'm ready," her voice flat with resignation. She wasn't at all but prolonging this part felt pointless.
Ben nodded, withdrawing his hand. He shifted over her, settling between her thighs. His below average four-inch erection pressed against her, and he guided himself in with a gentle thrust. She didn't even feel his small balls slap against her as they always seemed to be pressed up right against his body. For a fleeting moment, Maddie hoped it might be different this time that maybe he'd find a rhythm, that she'd feel something stir deep within her. But almost immediately, his breathing quickened, his movements jerky and uncontrolled. Three thrusts, maybe four, and his body stiffened. A low groan escaped him, tinged with frustration rather than release, as he came far too soon, a small trickle seeping into her before she'd even begun to warm up.
He collapsed beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Maddie lay still, her body untouched by pleasure, her skin barely flushed. She hardly felt his release. More of a faint, fleeting warmth so slight it barely registered, leaving her achingly empty. She craved the sensation of being filled, overwhelmed by a man's satisfaction, but with Ben, it was always this: a whisper that faded before she could grasp it.
That night, the familiar frustration lingered in the air. He lay beside her, staring at the ceiling, his breath uneven. "I'm sorry, Mads," he murmured, guilt lacing his voice. "I hate that I can't... you know, make it last for you."
Maddie turned to him, her hand resting on his chest. "It's okay, Ben. I love you. We'll figure it out."
But it wasn't okay. Ben had tried everything to last longer. Lotions, creams, pills, exercises, an awkward visit to a doctor. But nothing helped. She craved the kind of physical satisfaction that had eluded her for years, and Ben felt it too. "I just want us both to be happy," he said, squeezing her hand. "Sexually, I mean. There's got to be a way."
Maddie nodded. She desperately wanted that too.
The next morning, as Ben and Maddie went about their daily routines, they couldn't shake the lingering frustration from the night before. Little did they know, a change was on the horizon.
Ch. 2 A Familiar Face
A moving truck growled into the driveway next door. Ben peered out the kitchen window, coffee steaming in his hand. "Looks like we've got a new neighbor."
Maddie joined him, curiosity piqued. "I'll have to bake some cookies soon to bring over to them."
Later, they stepped outside to meet the newcomer as he hauled boxes from the truck. He was a tall 6'4" and broad-shouldered, exuding an effortless confidence. "Hey, I'm Carl," he said, offering Ben a firm handshake and a friendly grin.
"Ben," he replied, returning the shake. "This is my wife, Maddie."
Carl looked wide-eyed at Maddie.
Maddie's breath caught. Carl. The name slammed into her like a memory she'd buried deep. She studied his face, older now, but unmistakable. Carl, her ex-boyfriend from years ago, the one who'd taken her virginity with his commanding charm, only to shatter her trust with his selfishness. "Carl," she said, her voice tight "It's been a long time."
Ben's brow furrowed, then his eyes widened as realization dawned. Maddie had told him everything about her past. She told him all about the Carl who'd swept her off her feet and then hurt her by not being genuine. But Ben had never seen a picture, so the connection hadn't clicked until now. "Oh, that Carl," he said softly, glancing at Maddie with sympathy. He saw the stiffness in her shoulders, the unease flickering in her eyes, and his heart ached for her.
"Yeah," Maddie said, her tone clipped.
Carl shifted, not prepared for this turn of events and picking up on the tension. "Well, it's nice to see you again Maddie and nice to meet you Ben. I've got a lot of stuff to move so I'll let you get back to your day."
As they walked back inside, Ben slid his arm around Maddie's waist, his touch gentle. "You okay? I know he hurt you back then. I can imagine how weird this must feel, having him right next door."
Maddie leaned into him, exhaling shakily. "I'm fine. It's just unexpected. I'll deal with it."
Ben nodded, his voice warm. "I'm here for you Mads. And hey, I guess you don't have to make those cookies now." That got a chuckle out of her.
Over the following weeks, Carl's presence next door became a constant reminder of Maddie's past. But as time passed, she began to notice changes in him.
Ch. 3 A Change in Perspective
Carl wasn't the man Maddie remembered. Gone was the arrogance; in its place was a quiet maturity. Maddie acknowledged these positive changes but that didn't change her feelings about him. Carl ended up being a mechanic and moonlighted as a handyman. He offered to help Ben fix their garage door one afternoon. Another time he helped Ben when his lawnmower wouldn't start. And another time changed a flat tire that unexpectedly went flat on Ben's car. All the while they bonded over a shared interest in football and craft beer. And Ben, who admired natural confidence, took a liking to him. "I have to admit he's not what I expected from what you've said about him." Ben said later. "He's fun to talk to. It's possible he's changed over the years." Maddie just rolled her eyes. Ben always did try to see the positive in people.
One day, while she pruned the rosebushes, Carl approached the fence, his expression serious. "Maddie, can we talk?"
She straightened, her guard up. "About what?"
"The past," he said, meeting her gaze. "I owe you an apology. I was a jerk back then. I was selfish and immature. I didn't treat you the way you deserved, and I'm sorry."
Maddie's jaw tightened, old wounds resurfacing. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Carl. You really hurt me. I trusted you. I gave you everything. You just used me to get what you wanted. Do you even know how that felt?"
Carl flinched, but he didn't look away. "I do now. I was an idiot, too caught up in myself to see what I had. After you left it hit me what I had lost. I ended up going to a therapist. I saw him for a couple of years. He really helped me to see just how poorly I treated you and others in my life. I started making a concerted effort to not treat people like that ever again. Maddie. I've changed. I swear I have. I just want you to know I'm not that guy anymore. I know that doesn't make up for anything I did to you and I don't expect you to forgive me. But I owed you this apology."
His words hung between them, heavy with sincerity. Maddie studied him, searching for a lie, but found none. Slowly, she felt the anger she'd carried for so long lessen just a notch. "I needed to hear that," she admitted, her voice slightly softer. "Not just the apology, but that you get it. Thank you, Carl."
He smiled, relief washing over his face. "So... friends? Or at least good neighbors?"
"I wouldn't go that far." Maddie said. "But we'll see." And she went back to pruning the rosebush. Her head swirling with thoughts of trying to reconcile this man who apologized to her with the man she used to know.
As weeks turned to months, Maddie saw more of this new Carl. He was helpful, kind, a far cry from her memories. She slowly let go of her resentment, embracing him as a neighbor and, tentatively, a friend. She even finally baked those cookies for him. And Ben couldn't help but see just how magnetic their chemistry was starting to become. Even if Maddie didn't admit it or see it herself.
And things were starting to stir within Maddie. One evening, alone in the shower, Maddie reached for the detachable showerhead. It was a ritual she'd relied on for years. Normally, she pictured Ben with his tender hands and his loving smile as the water pulsed against her clit. But tonight, Carl's face intruded. His strong jaw, his deep voice, the way he'd once made her body sing with his well endowed manhood. She tried to push him out, focusing on Ben, but Carl lingered, older now and gentler, yet still with that dominant edge.
Her breath quickened as she imagined his hands on her, his lips tracing her skin. The water's rhythm intensified, and her orgasm crashed over her, sharper, more powerful than it had been in ages. She slumped against the tiles, trembling, her mind a tangle of guilt and intrigue. She loved Ben, adored him, but this sudden pull toward Carl was electric, confusing. It thrilled her even as it left her questioning why this was happening.
Ch. 4 An Unconventional Idea
Ben and Maddie were still trying to think of ways to help their sex life. In the last few months they only had sex once with predictable results. They had even tried watching porn together once but Ben just ended up coming before they even really started. But Ben couldn't get one particular situation they had seen while watching it out of his mind. And he finally found the resolve to ask Maddie if she might be interested in it too.
One night, Ben turned to Maddie in bed, his voice hesitant. "I've been thinking about you and Carl."
Maddie frowned, puzzled. "What about him?"
"Well, yall seem to be getting along much better now than when he first moved in. I've talked to him a lot and he definitely doesn't seem like the man you used to know. It almost seems like the past is water under the bridge now." Ben said hesitantly.
Luckily Maddie's expression softened. "You're right. He's not the man I used to know. He's actually shown that he's matured. I know you consider him a friend now and I didn't think this would be possible, but so do I." She finally admitted to herself. And at the same time she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It felt great.
"I think that's great Mads." Ben said said while smiling at her.
"Me too." She said smiling back.
He took a deep breath. It was now or never. "I'm not like him, Mads. I don't have that natural leadership aspect that he does, and I know I haven't been able to satisfy you the way you deserve. But Carl? I see how he affects you. And I know what he can do to you. What if we brought him in? Let him sleep with you?"
Maddie sat up, stunned. "Ben, are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. Do you remember that cuckold scenario that came up when we were watching porn? I can't get it out of my mind."
"You'd be okay with me being with another man?" Maddie said shocked.
"I think I would," he said, his face flushing. "I want you to feel so satisfied. And watching you with him I think it'd turn me on. I wouldn't be jealous, Mads. I just want you happy."
Her mind spun. She loved Ben deeply, but Carl's presence had awakened something dormant in her. A longing she couldn't ignore. Still, this felt wrong. "Ben, I can't believe you're suggesting this. It feels like cheating. How could it not hurt us?"
"It's not cheating if we both agree," Ben said gently. "I'd be there, watching. It's about us fixing this part of our life together. We both know how stuck we are and how frustrated we both get. This could be the solution for us."
Maddie shook her head, conflicted. "I don't know, Ben. What if it changes things? What if we hate it after?"
"It might change things," he admitted. "But maybe for the better. I trust us. I trust you. I just want to see you fulfilled."
She sighed, running her hands through her hair. "This is a lot. I can't just say yes right now. I need to think about this."
"Of course," Ben said, pulling her close. "No rush. We'll talk it through as long as you need."
Over the next few weeks, Maddie wrestled with the idea. She caught herself glancing at Carl as he mowed his lawn shirtless, her shower fantasy replaying in her mind. A fantasy she had replayed multiple times in the shower since then. The thought of being with him sent a thrill through her she admitted to herself, but guilt shadowed it. She loved Ben. Could she really do this?
One evening, as they washed dishes together, she broached it again. "I've been thinking about what you said. About Carl."
Ben paused, drying a plate. "Yeah?"
"It scares me," she confessed. "But, I've thought about him. More than I want to admit. He's actually popped into my head during my shower routine more than once. I just don't know if I can handle what it might do to us."
Ben set the plate down, his cock stiffening at this revelation, and faced her. "I get it. I'm scared too. But I keep picturing you happy, with me right there with you, and I think this could work. I honestly think that's a great first step that you've thought about him in the shower."
Maddie bit her lip, her resolve wavering. "Let's keep talking about it. I'm not saying no, but I need to be sure."
A week later, after more late-night talks, more glances at Carl, and more shower time, Maddie sat Ben down on the couch. "Okay," she said, her voice steady. "I want to try it. I've thought it over, and I think we need this. And I believe you when you say you're okay with it and won't be jealous. But only if you're absolutely sure."
Ben's face lit up, relief and excitement mingling. "I'm sure, Mads. I want this for us."
Ch. 5 The Proposal
The next night, they invited Carl over for dinner. The table was set with pasta and wine, the mood light with laughter. Maddie couldn't help thinking how sexy Carl looked in his tight short sleave shirt, showing off his muscular arms and toned chest As the plates cleared, Maddie set her glass down, her pulse racing. "Carl, we wanted to talk to you about something."
Carl leaned back, curious. "Sure, what's up?"
Maddie glanced at Ben, who nodded encouragingly. "Ben and I, well, we've been struggling with our sex life. He, um, finishes too fast, and it's been tough for us. We've been trying to find a fix, and we thought, um, maybe you could help."
Carl's brow lifted. "Help how, exactly?"
Ben took over, his tone calm but direct. "We'd like you to sleep with Maddie. I'd watch, but I wouldn't join in. It's something we've talked about a lot, and we think it could work for us."
Carl blinked, processing, then let out a low whistle. "You're serious?" He looked between them, gauging their expressions. "This isn't a joke?"
"No joke," Maddie said, her cheeks warm. "We're sure."
Carl rubbed his jaw, a slow grin spreading. He looked Maddie up and down in her maxi dress. Her slim feminine figure, arms exposed, hint of cleavage just teasing from the top. He certainly couldn't deny he still found Maddie very sexy. "Well, hell. I'm flattered. But are you both really sure? I don't want to mess anything up between you."
"We've talked it through," Ben said. "It's about making her happy, and I'm good with it. Better than good, actually. We feel like this is what we need."
Carl nodded, his gaze shifting to Maddie. "And you? You're in?"
She swallowed, meeting his eyes. "Yeah. I am. It's something I want to try."
He leaned forward, his voice lowering. "Okay, then. I'm in. When?"
"Tonight?" Maddie suggested, her heart pounding, not wanting to wait and lose her nerve.
Carl's grin widened, a spark of anticipation in his eyes. "Tonight works for me."
Ch. 6 The Night Unfolds
The bedroom hummed with electric tension as Ben sank into a chair beside the bed, his gaze locked on Maddie. Carl stepped forward, his presence commanding yet warm.
"Take it all off," Carl said, his voice low and firm.
Maddie's fingers shook as she lifted her maxi dress over her head and dropped it to the floor, followed by her bra, exposing her pert breasts. Her panties came next, revealing the soft curve of her hips and a fully shaved pussy. Carl's eyes drank her in, dark and hungry. "Fuck, you're stunning," he murmured, closing the distance.
He gripped her waist and pulled her into a kiss. So hot, deep, and unrelenting. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, while his hands roamed her bare skin, squeezing her ass. Maddie whimpered into his mouth, already melting. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave faint marks. When he reached her breasts, he took a nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue, then sucking deeply. Maddie gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders. "Oh shit, that feels good," she breathed.
Carl guided her to the bed, laying her back against the pillows. He knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs wide with his strong hands. Maddie's breath hitched. Ben had always shied away from this, leaving her craving it. Carl didn't hesitate. He lowered his head, his breath hot against her pussy before his tongue dragged a slow, wet line from her entrance to her clit. Maddie jolted, a moan spilling out. "Holy fuck, Carl, yes," she panted. He smirked against her skin, then latched onto her clit, sucking gently while his tongue swirled tight, relentless circles. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as she squirmed.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Maddie chanted, her hips rocking against his face. "You're so fucking good at this." Carl upped the ante, sliding two fingers into her slick heat, pumping them slow and deep, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside her. Maddie's head thrashed against the pillow. "Fuck, yes, right there! Don't stop, please, don't fucking stop!" Her voice climbed higher, ragged with need. Carl sucked harder, his fingers thrusting faster, and Maddie's body seized up, trembling on the edge. "I'm gonna cum, oh shit, I'm gonna--" Her words cut off as she shattered, her orgasm tearing through her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's so good, I'm cumming so fucking hard, yes, yes, YES!" she screamed, her thighs clamping around his head, her hands yanking at his hair as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
Carl pulled back, lips glistening, grinning wickedly. "That's one," he said, voice rough with promise.
Ben's eyes were filled with lust, his hand rubbing his cock. Maddie's wild abandon was everything he'd fantasized about. He had never seen an orgasm like that in person. He didn't even know she was capable of stringing together that many expletives in a sentence.
Carl stripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest, then dropped his pants, freeing his thick, eight-inch cock, already hard and straining. His massive balls dangling beneath it. Maddie's eyes widened, her pussy clenching at the sight. "Jesus, you're huge! Have you grown since the last time?" she chuckled. And Ben was slack-jawed in awe of what he was seeing from Carl. Carl climbed over her, settling between her legs, the tip of his cock brushing her soaked entrance. He teased her, rubbing it against her clit, then sliding it down, pressing just enough to make her ache. "Tell me you want it," he growled.
"Fuck, yes, I want it," Maddie begged. "Please, Carl, fuck me!" He grinned and pushed in, slow and deliberate, stretching her inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt, reclaiming Maddie's pussy. Maddie's mouth fell open, a guttural moan escaping. "Oh shit, you're stretching me out, it's so fucking big!" Carl held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then started to move in long, deep thrusts that made her toes curl. Maddie's hands clawed at his back, her legs hooking around his hips. "Yes, like that, oh fuck, it's so good," she moaned. "Harder now, Carl, fuck me harder!"
He obliged, snapping his hips faster, the bedframe rattling with each powerful thrust. Maddie's tits bounced with the force, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Goddamn, you're hitting it so deep," she panted. "It's better than--fuck, it's so much better than anything!" Carl and Ben both knew what she meant by that. Carl angled himself, driving into her G-spot with every stroke, and Maddie's cries grew frantic. "Oh fuck, I can feel it, I'm getting close! Don't stop, please, make me come!" Carl's hands gripped her hips, slamming into her with raw intensity, his huge balls slapping into her with each thrust, his own groans mingling with hers. Maddie's body tightened, her pussy pulsing around him. "I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming so hard!" she wailed. "It's fucking incredible, yes, yes, holy shit, I can't stop, it feels so goddamn good!" Her orgasm rocked her, her muscles spasming, her voice breaking as she clung to him, trembling.
Ben sat in his chair. He'd already cum. His dick still in his hand. His small amount of jizz dribbling down his hand. He sat completely amazed. And completely turned on, loving how his wife was reacting. He had never experienced any sex like this in his life and didn't even fully comprehend sex like this was possible outside of porn. But it was.
Carl slowed, letting her catch her breath, but he wasn't done. "That's two, now turn over," he commanded, pulling out. Maddie obeyed, still shaky, rolling onto her stomach. Carl grabbed her hips, yanking her ass up, her knees sinking into the mattress. He spread her cheeks, admiring her dripping pussy, then lined himself up and thrust in hard, filling her in one swift motion. Maddie yelped, the new angle driving him deeper than before. "Holy fucking shit, that's intense!" she gasped. "You're so deep, I can feel every fucking inch! It's amazing!"
This was definitely new for Ben. Maddie always said doggie felt impersonal to her and she never wanted to do that position. But apparently it turns out all she needed was a naturally dominant man to get her to do it happily. Ben was even more turned on by this revelation.
Carl's hands clamped onto her hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, each one a loud, wet smack of skin on skin. Maddie's fingers dug into the sheets, her ass jiggling with each of his thrusts. "Yes, fuck me, just like that!" she demanded. "It's so goddamn good, harder, please!" Carl pounded into her, his cock hitting spots she didn't know existed, the pressure building fast. Maddie's voice turned raw, desperate. "Oh fuck, you're ruining me, it's so much, I love it!" Carl reached under her, his rough fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as he fucked her relentlessly. Maddie's moans became screams. "Shit, shit, I'm gonna cum again, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"
Her third orgasm hit like a freight train, her body bucking beneath him. "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming so fucking hard!" she shrieked. "It's insane, it's so deep, oh my god, it feels so fucking amazing, yes, yes, YES CARL!" Her pussy clenched around him, milking him as she shook, her cries echoing off the walls.
Carl's thrusts grew erratic, his breath hitching. "Gonna cum, Maddie," he growled.
"Yes, fuck yes," Maddie gasped, pushing back against him. "Fill me up, please!"
With a primal roar, Carl slammed into her one final time, his cock swelling as he erupted deep inside her. Maddie's world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of his release. His hot, thick spurts flooding her, each pulse a wave of molten pleasure that radiated through her core. She felt every twitch, every jet of his cum painting her insides, the warmth spreading like liquid fire, filling her so completely she thought she might burst. Her pussy quivered around him, greedy for more, amplifying the slick, decadent fullness that consumed her. It was a stark, thrilling contrast to Ben's practically non-existent loads. This was raw, unrestrained, and utterly intoxicating.
"Oh fuck, Carl, it's unreal," Maddie moaned, her voice low and ragged with awe. "I can feel you pumping into me, so hot, so fucking deep. It's like you're claiming every inch of me." Her hips rocked instinctively, chasing the sensation as his cock throbbed, unloading more than she'd ever thought possible. "Goddamn, there's so much, it's spilling out, dripping down my thighs, and it's so fucking good," she panted, reveling in the messy, primal heat of it. "I've never felt anything this intense, this full, this perfect. Shit, I can't get enough of it." Her inner walls pulsed, savoring the lingering stretch and the slick, heavy weight of his seed inside her, a delicious aftershock rippling through her as she trembled beneath him.
Carl leaned over her, his chest heaving, pressing a rough kiss to her shoulder blade. "You're fucking incredible," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction, his cock still twitching faintly inside her as he slowly softened. And with that, Maddie's pussy was now his.
Maddie and Carl collapsed onto the bed, their bodies limp and buzzing with euphoria. A dazed smile spread across her face. She turned her head, catching Ben's wide-eyed stare. "You okay?" she asked, her voice soft and breathless.
"Better than okay," he said, his tiny soft dick still in his hand. "You were unreal."
Carl reached over and gave Maddie another kiss.
"Would you like to go shower with me and rinse off all this sweat and" she looked down, "jeez all this cum?" She asked Carl laughing.
"Absolutely." Carl said grinning. "If you're ok with that too?" He said to Ben.
"Yall go ahead." Ben said sincerely. And he watched as they got out of bed. Maddie's pussy still dripping with juices and jizz. Carl's massive package dangling between his legs as he followed behind her. This had gone even better than Ben could have imagined. He peaked in on them in the shower. Watching them through the glass shower door. They shared kisses. He washed her body. She washed his body. Particularly focusing on his cock and balls. Her hand looked so small compared his package.
After their shower they shared one more kiss as Carl went out the door back to his house.
Ch. 7 A New Normal
After Ben took a shower, where he jacked off again thinking about the events of that night, he got into bed with Maddie. "How are you doing Mads?"
Maddie leaned over and kissed him so passionately. More passionately than they've kissed in years. Then said with a smile, "I'm doing amazing Ben. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing great Mads." Ben said smiling and looking deep into Maddie's eyes. And they shared another passionate kiss.
When they broke apart once more Maddie said, "You were absolutely right to suggest this. It seems crazy but I feel even closer to you now. How is that even possible?"
"I know exactly how you feel. I feel the same way Mads. It feels like a pressure has been lifted off of me and I see everything I love about you even clearer now. Like this frustrating cloud has been dissolved."
"I feel exactly the same way!" Maddie exclaimed. "I think we'd grown so used to how things were that I thought that was just how it was going to be. We were trying to change things but I think I honestly didn't think things were going to change or realize just how much we needed something to change until tonight. And I'm seeing my husband so happy and excited again for the first time a very long time and I just love you so much Ben." And she went in for another kiss.
"I love you more Mads." Ben said between kisses.
Then they cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms.
In the weeks that followed, their arrangement solidified. Carl joined them a few times a week, each encounter as thrilling as the first. Maddie reveled in his skill, her body singing in ways it never had with Ben, while Ben found his own satisfaction in watching their electrifying sex. Since that first night Carl had become Maddie's sole sexual partner. But Maddie and Ben's marriage thrived in every other aspect. Maddie's connection to both men only deepened.
Months later, the routine felt natural with Carl's visits a seamless part of their lives, their marriage stronger, their desires met. It was unconventional, but it worked perfectly for all three of them.