Whispers Between the Sheets: Her Words, His Weakness

 

Whispers Between the Sheets: Her Words, His Weakness

Some wives know how to undress their husband without taking off a single piece of clothing — just by speaking. For men who secretly ache to see their wife in another man’s arms, her voice can be the most dangerous part of her body. Every word she lets slip between kisses is another hand around his throat, another twist in his gut, another image he can’t erase. Tonight, she’s not just touching him. She’s building him a world he both craves and fears.

They were skin to skin, tangled in the heat of the sheets. Her thigh slid higher over his hip, pressing into him, her breath warm against his neck. She didn’t start with a kiss. She started with a question. “Do you ever wonder what I’d look like with another man’s hands all over me?” Her hips gave a slow, teasing roll as his fingers dug into her waist.

She kissed the edge of his jaw, letting her lips linger. “Would you tell me what to do to him… or would you just sit there, breathing hard, pretending you don’t want to watch?” As she spoke, her hand drifted across his chest, drawing lazy circles until her nails caught lightly on his skin. “I could come home with my lipstick smudged, my hair a mess, my body still shaking from someone else.” She bit his earlobe just enough to make him groan. “Would you still want me then?”

His hands tried to pull her closer, but she shifted just out of reach, straddling his thigh. “Imagine me letting him kiss me right in front of you. Would you watch… or would you pull me away?” Her fingers slid down his stomach in a single unbroken line, stopping just at his waistband. “What if I told him I was yours… but still begged him not to stop?” She moved in again, letting her breasts brush against his chest before pulling back like a tease.

“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?” she whispered, grinding just enough to make him bite his lip. “Let me be his for one night and come back to you after?” She kissed his neck, slower this time, each word vibrating against his skin. “I’d crawl into our bed still smelling like him. Would you hold me tight… or push me down and take me anyway?”

Her hand found his, guiding it between her thighs. “Would you want to hear every detail? How he touched me here… and here…” She pressed his fingers harder, making him feel her heat. “Would you close your eyes and imagine him instead of you?” Her hips rolled over his hand as she kept whispering. “What if I told you he was bigger… harder… and I couldn’t help moaning his name?”

She kissed him then, deep and almost sweet, before pulling away just enough to speak. “Would you tell me to stop… or beg me to keep going?” Her nails scratched over his chest, dragging slow trails of heat. “Picture me on my knees for him, baby… my lips wet, my eyes looking up, knowing you’re watching.” She slid her tongue briefly over his lower lip before letting it go. “Would you want to watch me lose control… for someone else?”

Her movements became a little rougher now, her hips pressing harder with each word. “What if I sent you videos while you were at work, showing you what he was doing to me?” She leaned back slightly so he could see her chest rise and fall. “You could be in the corner, touching yourself, waiting your turn.” She cupped his face with both hands, locking eyes with him. “I’d look right at you while he was inside me… just so you know it’s still you I love.”

Her breath came quicker now, matching his. “Would you still kiss me after his lips have been on mine?” she asked, dragging her mouth slowly across his cheek. “Would you taste me knowing you’re tasting him too?” His grip tightened on her hips, but she didn’t let up. “Would you want me to call you while I’m with him? Let you hear me moan?” She nipped at his shoulder. “Would you want him to know you’re listening?”

She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, her hair brushing across his chest. “What if I begged him to finish inside me… and then I came home to you?” Her voice was softer now, but deadlier. “Would you take me right after? Make me yours again?” She kissed him lightly, almost mocking. “Or maybe I’d let more than one man have me… would you still watch?”

Her hands slid down his sides under the covers, teasing every inch. “Would you tell me which one to touch first?” She leaned down until her lips were just over his ear. “What if I whispered your name while he was making me come?” His breath stuttered, his body tense under her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watching me fall apart while you can’t do a thing?” She kissed his ear once, twice, then let the final line sink deep into him like a hook. “Would you still love me if I gave myself away right in front of you… and smiled while I did it?”

By the time she stopped speaking, his heart was pounding against her chest, his hands gripping her like he might break if she moved away. And that was exactly where she wanted him — trapped between wanting her and wanting the fantasy she’d just wrapped around him.