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Surprise
by The Looker and Beth (thelooker07@yahoo.com)

***

This is a story about the night I was taken by surprise 
by another man in my bed, and was really turned on by 
it. My husband, Mike, has written one other story 
before about my first "hot wife" affair and it was his 
idea for me to write about this night. The more I 
thought about it, the more I knew I wanted more to read 
it myself when it was done than write it. My name is 
Beth and I'm 28 years old. (MMF, reluc, husb-voy, wife-
share, sleepy, wife)

***

I've been married to Mike for almost four years and he 
really is my best friend. My sex with other guys has 
never been about loving someone else or anything like 
that. It has always been about ding what felt really 
good at the moment: more primal and instinctual than 
thought out or analyzed. That's definitely how this 
night went, and I have Mike to thank for a surprise 
I'll never forget. 

Mike and I love to sleep close to one another. We're 
always touching while we sleep. Sometimes during the 
night it's as little as our feet touching but most 
times one of us is laying flush up against the other. I 
think it's sweet. This particular night we went out and 
came home around 11:30. We read in bed for a little 
while and then turned out the lights and went to sleep. 
I always fall asleep first. I wake up really early in 
the morning to work out at the local 24 Hour Fitness so 
I can be to work early, so I end up being much more 
tired than Mike on most nights. 

This night was no exception and I fell asleep quickly. 
At some point in the evening Mike got up to use the 
restroom. This is typical. It happens most nights 
because he drinks a bottle of water while he reads. 
When he came back to bed, I remember hazily through my 
half-sleep, he snuggled back close to me. I could feel 
one arm slip underneath my pillow, the other drape over 
my chest. I could feel his leg slide in between my two 
and his semi-hard dick press up against my ass. If I 
had been awake enough I would've seen what was coming. 
It happens at least once a week. Mike will roll over in 
his sleep, feel my body, and start "molesting" me in 
his sleep. 

In some ways it's so cute and funny. There he would be: 
half-asleep, groping at my breasts, trying to make out 
with me and eventually wake up enough to try to have 
sex with me. On a weeknight I would usually push him 
off and tell him to go back to sleep. When you have to 
wake up at 4:45 in the morning it's not cute... it's 
annoying. But I try not to be mean to him because he's 
asleep. We call it "sleep f*cking." Ha ha! 

This night was no exception. It was a Friday night. I 
didn't have to wake up particularly early the next 
morning, but I'd gotten up very early that day and I 
wasn't in the mood. I had felt Mike snuggle up against 
me and it woke me up enough to know I was going to have 
to make him roll over and go back to bed. And then it 
came: his hands started moving up and down my arm, 
caressing me. 

I could feel his mouth and nose move up to my neck and 
begin to kiss me slightly, timidly... expecting the 
rejection to come soon. His leg slid deeper between my 
thighs putting slight pressure there as he pressed his 
now-hard dick up against my ass. It's not that all of 
that didn't feel good... it did. It always did. But it 
was just kind of bothersome to have to push him away 
again and I was irritated by him wanting to have sex 
with me again. Looking back I guess I shouldn't have 
minded so much. I guess I did encourage him a little 
bit. I wore a cute little outfit to bed, one of his 
favorites. Nothing special at all, just a peach-colored 
tank and bikini-style panties.

I let him watch me change that night, which always 
catches his attention. I work hard to stay fit and he 
really likes my body so it's fun for me to tease him 
every now and again. But in the middle of that 
annoyance I noticed something. Mike moved his leg down 
mine and as he stretched his leg out I noticed that my 
heel was touching his shin. With his head at my neck, a 
very familiar position for us, my heel should've been 
touching his ankle. Mike's only a couple of inches 
taller than me and I'm around 5'9". 

The man laying behind me was much taller, well over 6'. 
I froze. I immediately tensed up. I then noticed that 
"Mike's" arm was more muscular, not that Mike doesn't 
have strong arms, but that this man's arms felt 
bulkier. I could feel his bicep muscle as he caressed 
my arm and Mike is more "tone" and lean than that. Now 
I really started to wake up. My heart started beating 
faster, I might've even started to sweat a little.  

I was really on-edge but at the same time I was 
thinking to myself that these differences could've been 
in my head. On top of that, before I got all freaked 
out it was starting to feel really good. At this 
pointed I started thinking to myself that maybe the man 
in bed was Rob – the only other man I've had sex with. 
I hadn't seen Rob in months but maybe Mike was in the 
mood for a show and arranged for Rob to come over: he 
loves to watch the two of us together. My heart began 
to beat harder instead of faster as I thought about Rob 
again. Those handful of nights we spent together, how 
hot he made me feel.

I was instantly turned on by those thoughts as this man 
next to me kept kissing my neck and ears moving his 
thigh hard against my now-damp pussy. I loosened up 
quite a bit and moved my ass into a few of his dick-
thrusts. I moved my arm low across my stomach to let 
his hand fall onto my breasts. I did everything very 
subtly not to let him know I was awake but maybe to 
make him think I was responding to him instinctually in 
my sleep. My subtle movements did encourage him. He 
started breathing harder but I could feel he was trying 
to control himself. His right hand started to softly 
caress my breasts through my top and he was definitely 
thrusting harder against my ass. 

After what seemed like both a few seconds and a few 
hours of him building a rhythm of movement with me, he 
started kissing small kisses from my neck and ears 
across my cheek and then brought up his hand to move my 
face into a full open-mouthed kiss. Whoever this man 
was, he knew exactly how to push my buttons. The 
curiosity of knowing who he was definitely started to 
eat away at me, but I didn't want to open my eyes just 
yet. Even with that kiss I didn't want to let him know 
that I was both fully awake or that I knew he wasn't my 
husband. On top of that, I wasn't really sure I wanted 
to know who it was just yet. I could tell that the 
lights in the room were still off so it would be hard 
to tell anyway. But the kiss told me it wasn't Rob. 

As good in bed as Rob was, he never kissed me that 
well. So I let out a little moan, one that sounded very 
un-awake. I was on my back and my body was turned more 
towards him than before. He didn't try to kiss me 
again, but just sat and moved his hands across my face 
and neck and chest. I couldn't stand it! It felt so 
good. My right hand was on my stomach when he softly 
took it and moved very close to his dick, which was 
still covered by his boxer-briefs. 

I slowly readjusted my body again so that my hand would 
brush up against it and come to a rest on it. I heard 
him breath out in, what sounded like, pleasure as my 
hand rested on his rock-hard dick. I was very glad that 
he wasn't yet putting his hand between my legs because 
it would've been impossible to pretend to be sleeping 
once he'd felt how wet I was. 

And that's when it hit me. I love my husband. I really 
do. My whole life revolves around Mike and that's 
exactly the way I like it. I only started sleeping with 
someone else because I knew he wanted me to. It's true 
that I grew to really enjoy sex with Rob and we did 
have sex nearly a dozen times after the first time that 
Mike arranged. But what occurred to me was that I was 
fully prepared to brush Mike off and not have any sex 
that night. I only got turned on when I started to 
think, correctly, that the man in my bed wasn't Mike at 
all. I was willing to have sex with a complete stranger 
in my bed in the same breath that I was willing to 
refuse sex to Mike. 

I wanted to be wanted by this man. I wanted him to 
touch me. I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted to 
take my clothes off for him. I wanted to feel his naked 
dick... and then feel it inside me. I was totally 
surprised by the degree of arousal this experience had 
given me, and I still wasn't sure who he was. 

That thought gave me pause but only for a second. I 
could feel him moving again and I realized that he was 
pulling off his underwear. In an instant my hand was 
resting on his hard, uncovered dick and he moved in to 
kiss me again. Between this new kiss and the thought of 
his naked body soon being on top of me I threw my 
charade to the wind and grabbed his dick and started 
stroking it. He immediately responded by climbing on 
top of me and not breaking my kiss for what seemed like 
forever. I wrapped my arms around him and spread my 
legs for him. He took my invitation and started 
thrusting his dick against my panty-covered pussy while 
we both clumsily worked to get my top off. 

He wasted no time at all and immediately buried his 
face in my breasts, kissing, licking, sucking. I moaned 
and that sound made him groan. He worked his mouth over 
every square inch of my body above my panty-line and I 
could feel his hot breath everywhere. I don't remember 
much of what was said that night but I do remember 
moaning out: "Oh my God. Don't stop. Keep going." It 
was then that I felt someone, not the man pleasing my 
body, run his fingers through my hair and whisper in my 
ear: "I love you baby." It was Mike! He was there in 
the room after all. 

That set my body on fire! For one, I knew I was safe... 
though the fear otherwise hadn't stopped me much. I 
also knew he was watching, which I've loved from the 
first time I had sex in front of him (and knew). 
Moreover I knew the man wasn't Rob and wasn't Mike... 
it was someone entirely new to me and someone I didn't 
consciously choose to have sex with. 

I moved my face towards him and kissed him as this 
other man started pulling my panties down. One leg and 
then the other they came off. I spread my legs for him 
and put my hands on his head as he moved his lips to my 
absolutely wet pussy. I broke my kiss from Mike and 
told him I loved him too and then thanked him. He 
laughed a little and said he was going to sit back down 
and watch. I wanted to ask him who this man was but 
didn't. 

I felt like half the intensity of this night revolved 
around the mystery, so I let the question trail off 
along with any other inhibitions I had left as this man 
was working me into an orgasmic frenzy with his tongue. 
He went on licking my clit and tongue-fucking me for 
only a couple of minutes and I was disappointed that he 
didn't finger me at all but I wasn't about to complain 
because I knew that just brought me closer to what I 
really wanted: him inside me. 

I didn't wait long. I felt him crawl up, grab his dick 
and guide it directly to my waiting pussy. I could 
hardly wait and I remember my back arching a little in 
anticipation. As he started moving inside me I 
shuddered with excitement and started feeling very 
flush. He then laid down on top of me as we worked 
together to find a good rhythm. It was absolutely 
glorious. He came back to kiss me time and time again 
as he was pumping me full of his dick. The only thing 
that made the feeling better was thinking that Mike was 
probably in the chair across the room watching this man 
fuck me, his wife, while stroking his own dick. It 
didn't take me long to climax. Then he spoke. 

He asked me if I wanted to be on top, so I kissed him 
and started to move for him. He laid down on his back 
and I climbed on top, but I did it backwards. I could 
tell that was unexpected for him as instead of a 
handful of breasts he got a handful of my ass. I'd only 
done this position (the "reverse cowboy", Mike says) a 
couple of times with Mike and I liked it because he 
always got really deep and it hit the right spots for 
both of us. I braced a hand on each of his legs and 
started to bounce my ass up and down for him stroking 
him from inside me. It was wonderful! 

He groaned loudly several times and I managed to squeak 
out a few moans of my own. I looked over to the chair 
and made out the outline of Mike who I could hear 
breathing hard and see jacking off. I always liked him 
watching me. It made me feel really sexy and desired. 
After a few minutes of bouncing on his dick I could 
feel him tense up and he said he was going to cum. That 
was my cue! I jumped off, turned around, put his dick 
in my mouth and sucked him off until he started to cum. 
I took my mouth off and let him cum all over my breasts 
while I kept stroking him off. 

When he was done I crawled up his body and kissed him 
again for a while. I felt him turn his head and look 
over at Mike and heard him ask: "How was that?" Mike 
walked over to the nightstand and turned on the light. 
It took me a second to adjust to the brightness. I 
finally saw who I had just had sex with and laughed. I 
was so happy it was him that I kissed him again with 
the lights on for about ten minutes as Mike stood there 
watching us: naked, sweaty, kissing, his arms around 
me, my legs open straddling his softening dick. Mike 
kept jacking off until he came too. 

But just because I found out who I was sleeping with 
that night, doesn't mean I'm telling you... I'm not 
that kind of girl. ;-)

END

Mike and Beth would love feedback on their first 
submission together so feel free to email comments.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
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