Being stuck inside has made me horny enough that I’ve finally started typing up a story that’s been on my mind for a while. I wanted to focus on more three dimensional characters than what I normally see in these kinds of stories. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think and if I should keep going.
**BREAKING THE DAM**
Part 1
The most beautiful woman in the world was naked, straddling me. Her shaved pussy hovered over my stiff condom-covered cock, teasing the tip with her clit. I grunted in frustration. She gave me a sexy grin, knowing full well what she was doing to me.
Finally, she slammed her tight cunt against my hips, swallowing my dick in one motion. She rocked back and forth a few times.
“FUCK,” I panted. “How do you always do this to me?”
“Mmmmm, it’s easy, mmmh, with this *big* dick…” she whispered, rubbing her clit as she rode me.
I knew instantly that I wasn’t going to last long; it felt too good, too tight, too wet… Just as I had reached the point of no return, the grinding abruptly stopped. She quickly climbed off of me and covered herself with a pillow, but it was too late—I was cumming. Without the continued friction, there was no explosion of messy pleasure. My load dribbled out of my six-inch boner like a broken drinking fountain, barely filling the condom.
I groaned, watching my cock quickly shrivel to its small flaccid state.
“Why’d you stop?” I asked, trying to be understanding.
“You left the curtains open!” she said.
“Lily. We’re on the third floor. I don’t know why—”
“Because what if someone sees us?”
“That’s not our fault. That’s on them.”
Lily scoffed. Now huddled under our bedsheet with only her head poking out, she nodded at the window.
I rolled my eyes at my wife of three years, then stood up and walked over. The condom, now too big for my shrunken penis, dropped onto the floor.
I stood in front of the window for a long moment, purposefully taking my sweet time to modify the curtains. Unlike my wife, I had no reservations about being seen nude by strangers. In fact, a little exhibitionism turned me on. I wiggled my butt. Lily noticed the show.
“You’re such a loser,” she smiled while she said it.
“And you love me,” I said, walking back to the bed.
“I don’t know why I do. Must be that perfect penis.”
I was well aware that my dick was far from perfect. At six inches with average girth, it was a prototypical white guy penis. It even had the two-toned contrast line from my circumcision. If you’ve seen any dick, mine is nothing new. The thing was… my wife was a virgin when we met, so mine *was* the only one she’d seen, at least in person. And she loved talking about how big and perfect it was, how it fit inside her like a puzzle piece made specifically for her pussy. She was strangely proud of it, like it was *her* penis. So I played along.
“Well, that perfect penis had a ruined orgasm because of you.”
“But you still came, right?”
“Technically… But when you stop right in the middle it doesn’t feel that good.”
She bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“I don’t know if you noticed, but the curtains are closed now. So…”
Lily smirked and seductively lowered the sheet. Past her soft, flawless tits that are exactly the right size for my hand to squeeze; past her rock-hard pink nipples; past her curvy hips and, at last, exposing her cute little pussy—shaved bare except for some blonde fuzz around the lips.
“Turn over,” I said. Like a good wife, Lily obeyed.
“Be careful,” she said. She raised her round ass into the air and presented it to me. I ran my hand along her smooth skin, squeezing each ass cheek.
My wife was perfect—not perfect-because-you-don’t-know-any-better, like my penis. *Literally* perfect. She was petite (just over five-feet-tall) but curvy, with a figure like Marilyn Monroe. She had chest-length blonde hair and a small tattoo right behind her right ear (our anniversary in roman numerals). She was gorgeous. I was still stunned that she married me.
I’m in pretty good shape and certainly not bad looking (I’ve been called “cute”), however I am nowhere near Lily’s level. Throughout high school and college, I spent so much time in the friend zone I should’ve had my name on a plaque somewhere… But the first time I met Lily, it was different. I made her laugh so hard she peed a little. She’s one of those rare women who wanted to date the nice guys, not be manhandled by the ripped jocks. I was in love with her by the end of our first conversation.
Now there I was, four years later: her husband. Gently caressing her beautiful ass as she softly cooed her approval. My cock slowly but surely began to harden. I cupped my hand around her mound, which was warm and pulsating… I slowly spread her ass cheeks to catch a rare glimpse of her tiny hole, before resting my thumb right on the entrance—
Suddenly, she lurched forward out of my reach.
“What the fuck, Trevor!” she gasped. “I told you not to do that.”
“Come on,” I said. “You said you’d make it up to me. I just want to look. You never let me.”
“That’s on purpose. I just… don’t think of that hole in that way.”
“I think it’s hot,” I countered.
“It grosses me out.”
She got back under the sheets.
“Would you hand me my pj’s, please?”
“Please don’t be like that,” I said. “I’m sorry. I’ll stay away from there. Pussy only, I promise.”
“Sorry Trev. Moment’s gone. Maybe tomorrow.”
I sighed, picked up her pajamas from the floor and handed them to her.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked, feeling guilty.
“No, baby. I’m just not horny anymore. And besides, we have an early flight. We’re gonna be tired.”
She pulled on her pajamas while lying under the sheets, denying me an additional glimpse of her naked.
“OK. I’m sorry.”
I slid under the covers and spooned her with my nude body.
“Baby?” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Can you roll over? I can’t sleep when your dick’s poking my ass.”
For a fleeting moment, I wanted to scream *‘you’re my wife, my dick is supposed to poke your ass!’* but I knew better. Anyway, it was my own fault for ruining the mood. I was well aware of her sexual hang-ups.
Due to her religious upbringing, Lily had remained a virgin until she was 20. She’d planned on waiting until marriage (because that’s what “God” wants, I guess?), but once her and I got serious she was too horny to hold out for the whole engagement. I hadn’t pressured her for sex because I knew how lucky I was to have her, and did not want to risk fucking it up—needless to say, I was thrilled when she came to that conclusion all by herself.
Despite this, she still had reservations about certain sexual acts (I blame it on lingering religious guilt). She wasn’t exactly prude, but there were a few no-gos that I had discovered.
—Anything involving her asshole was totally off-limits. Her ass curved in such a way that it was kind of hidden unless her cheeks were spread, and she stopped me any time I tried to so much as peek at it; I’ve seen my wife’s asshole so few times I doubt I could pick it from a line-up.
—Lily always whispers during sex, and my requests for her to moan loudly had found no success.
—She never walked around the apartment or slept in the nude. Sex in a public place or, god forbid, sex with the curtains open, was off the table.
And even as I rolled over to create pointless distance between my wife’s amazing ass and my unspectacular dick, even as I considered all of the sexual road blocks she presented… I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man on Earth just to be laying next to her.
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8 AM came much too quickly. Due to the ruined orgasm, I tossed and turned most of the night out of sheer horniness.
Multiple times I considered running to the bathroom and jacking off, but didn’t want to risk getting caught. Early on in our marriage, Lily had walked in on me masturbating and watching porn. We had a huge fight which ended with me begging her not to spend the night at her parents’ house. In her eyes, I should only need her, and porn and jerking off were a betrayal akin to cheating. I understood where she was coming from, but it still seemed like a huge overreaction; I’d never admit it, but I’ve continued to sneak a quick jerk or two occasionally, just never while she was home.
Once I realized the time, I rolled over to kiss Lily but ended up grasping a handful of empty sheets. I heard the bathroom faucet running, and when I got up, I found she was already wide awake and fully dressed, brushing her teeth.
“Someone seems eager to leave the country,” I said as I joined her in front of the mirror, my morning wood standing at attention. She glanced down at it and rolled her eyes.
“And someone else seems to be completely naked,” she said. “We’re supposed to be at the airport two hours early for international, I checked.”
“Chill, babe. I’m all packed. Just gotta pee and then throw on some sweats.”
I went toward to the toilet to pee. She stopped me and gave me a kiss.
“Thank you so much, babe. I never actually thought I’d be able to go to Europe. This seems like an alternate universe or something.”
“You’re going to love it. And Nico is very excited to finally meet you.”
“Do you think he’ll like me?” she said, her face showing a hint of worry.
“Are you serious?” I laughed.
“He’s your best friend… I don’t know, I just… I don’t want to screw up your dynamic or whatever.”
“Are you aware of anyone on Earth who *doesn’t* like you?”
She thought for a moment, then slowly shook her head.
“See?” I said. “And like I’ve told you, he’s literally the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.”
This seemed to put Lily at ease. She gave me another kiss and left the bathroom.
I turned back to the toilet, now faced with the near impossible task of figuring out how to piss with my erection. I bent my knees and forced it down so that it was aiming in the right direction, which honestly hurt a little bit. I relaxed my bladder and an intense stream shot into the bowl.
“You better not pee on the seat!” Lily mocked from the doorway.
Her sudden reappearance startled me. My still-hard dick jolted up, causing a blast of piss to hit me right on the chin. With all my might, I held back from peeing anymore. Urine dripping from my face, I turned to Lily, who was watching this whole ordeal with a baffled expression.
“Hey, at least it wasn’t on the seat,” I said with a smile, trying to play it cool. I grabbed a square of toilet paper and wiped my face. Lily didn’t seem amused.
“That’s it. New rule. From now on, you’re sitting down when you pee.”
I scoffed. “That’s a bit harsh.”
“I’m not kidding, Trev. You’re always getting piss on the seat and you never wipe it off. And now after… whatever the fuck I just witnessed…”
“I’m sorry about not wiping the seat. I’ll make sure I do from now on. But today was a fluke. You gotta realize how hard it is to pee with a boner. One of the many struggles of being a man.”
“So sit down. Struggle over,” she stated. She wasn’t dropping this.
I sat down on the toilet seat, planning to prove to her how stupid this was.
“Look. When it’s hard it’s too big to fit inside the bowl—”
She then surprised me again by coming to my side and gripping my erection in her hand. Without so much as a warning, she shoved it past the seat.
“Hold it here,” she said matter-of-factly. “See? It’s not too big.”
“Fine,” I said, just wanting this to be over.
“Don’t blame me, Trevor. It’s not my fault you can’t aim. This will be better eventually, I swear. You just gotta get used to peeing like a girl.”
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The whole thing is probably too long to post in a single reddit post, but you can read the rest of Part 1 here: [https://www.literotica.com/s/breaking-the-dam-pt-01](https://www.literotica.com/s/breaking-the-dam-pt-01)
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