My Church Wife Commits Adultery [MFM][Cuckolding]
The house was dark when I walked in, David a half step behind. There was a small tea light in the entrance, and a handwritten card in my wife's elegant script.
"Come find me."
It wasn't unexpected. Today was the day that Emily had said she would fulfil my deepest fantasy. David and I both knew where to go, where Emily would be waiting.
We had an old filthy mattress in our garage that we'd been planning on throwing away. Emily wanted to fulfill my fantasy there. She said the mattress mirrored how she wanted to feel. Dirty. Stained.
Emily and I were devout Christians. Or had been. We sort of still were. It was complicated now.
We'd been virgins when we married. our sex life was amazing, but there was something I'd always wanted, and I finally confessed it to her. I wanted to watch her have sex with David.
I've known David almost my entire life. He's my best friend. He was my Best Man. I've always looked up to him. He's effortlessly confident. He moves through life like he knows exactly what he wants and just takes it. I wanted to watch him take Emily.
Emily had known David since she was a teenager, almost a decade now. She was shocked by my revelation but intrigued. She'd jacked David off while I watched, then given him a blowjob. Tonight, she was ready to take the next step.
Emily had prepared the garage with great deliberation. The filthy mattress was in the middle of the floor. She'd pulled my big work lamps over, so they cast a raw light into the unadorned space. It was stark and unforgiving. There could be no hiding here, no modesty.
Emily stood beside the filthy mattress, her bare feet on the cold concrete. She was so beautiful it made my chest ache. She was wearing the same lingerie she wore for our wedding. A white lace bustier, white garter belt with matching stockings, lacy white panties. She didn't own any other lingerie. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, the way she liked it. The small silver cross she wore around her neck glinted in the hard light.
David didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward with the kind of confidence that made my pulse jump. He stopped just before touching her.
"Emily," His voice was firm. His eyes searched her face. "Tell me you want this."
She blushed. She looked at me, then down. She nodded softly. He didn't accept it.
"No. I need to hear you say it."
She lifted her chin. She looked at me. Then she met David's gaze. She spoke calmly and firmly.
"I want to have sex with you while Scott watches." I couldn’t help but gasp. David didn’t look away from her. He just exhaled, slow and steady, and then he leaned in and kissed her, passionately. He slowly guided her downward until she was lying on the filthy mattress, its roughness a stark contrast her delicate white lace.
He wasn’t hurried. He took his time, as if he were reading her, learning her, deciding how this moment should unfold. His hands moved with unhurried confidence, exploring the edges of her lingerie, tracing the shape of her through the fabric. He kissed her chin, her throat, the tops of her breasts. Her hand slipped into his hair, guiding him lower with a certainty that startled me.
"Please," She whispered. "Please...just keep going."
David’s smile deepened and he lowered his head again with a kind of deliberate devotion that made my whole body tense with anticipation. David shifted lower, and for a heartbeat I expected him to hesitate, to fumble with the delicate fabric, the way I had on our wedding night. But he didn’t. He had a practiced ease that told me he’d done this before, many times, with other women.
Emily tensed as he went lower. David sensed it. He paused. He lifted his head and looked up at her, not impatient, not confused, just present, aware of everything she was feeling. In a low voice he said,
"You're beautiful."
Emily unclenched. Her breath steadied. She let her legs fall open. David slid down and started to eat her pussy. The sound was soft, delicate, unmistakable. Emily reacted urgently, surprisingly. Her back arched, her breath caught, and a sound escaped her. Raw, unguarded, nothing like I'd ever heard from her before. David held on to her softly but firmly. He knew exactly what he was doing. She came against his mouth, hard.
When the wave finally crested, David lifted his head slightly. He turned just enough to glance at me and his expression shifted into a slow grin. He didn’t have to say anything. The look alone said it all.
He moved above her and kissed her again. I expected her to recoil. She'd never allowed me to kiss her after I'd eaten her out. But she kissed him eagerly.
They made out on the old mattress, their intensity slowly growing. David's hands were restless on Emily's body and she responded to him. her hips started to move in slow lazy circles that I doubt she was even aware of.
He lifted his hand and touched her lips, slipping his fingers gently into her mouth. She froze for a heartbeat, startled, but then instinct took over. She drew them in, wetting them, tasting him. The look he gave her in response was knowing, approving.
When his fingers were wet he moved his hand between her legs. She gasped loudly. She would always bat my hand away if I tried to touch after she came, she was too sensitive. But she spread her legs for him.
"Emily," He said softly. "I need to ask you again, one last time. Are you on birth control?"
"No." The word was just a breath against his ear.
David studied her for a long moment. Then he reached into his pocket and held up a small foil packet.
"I brought a condom. If you want me to use it, I will."
The word felt stark in the dim garage, almost clinical compared to everything swirling inside us. She shook her head. David's fingers were still restless inside her. I could see that it was hard for her to think. Her hips were bucking towards towards.
"No." She was gasping. "I want this to be bare."
Each sentence was sharp and labored as she struggled through her arousal.
"I need this to be bare."
"It's important...to me"
"...and to Scott!" She came against his fingers, cumming at my name. I was so aroused. So happy. So proud.
David didn't wait any longer. He slipped a small bottle of lube from his pocket and made sure she was soaking. He unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. He didn't take off his clothes. I loved that. That something so sacred to Emily, to me, was casual for him
He rubbed the lube on his cock. Emily watched with urgent need. He was so big, so thick. She reached for him. One long slow thrust and he was inside her. My best friend filling my wife with his cock. I couldn’t breathe.
He started to move and Emily grabbed at him roughly, pulling him deeper. She made soft little noises as he thrust. Like she wanted to moan his name but didn't want to hurt me by doing it. She spread her legs wider. Her voice got louder. Her eyes were locked on the ceiling, glazed over.
David leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear, his voice low and grounding.
"This is lust," He whispered. "Not love."
Her eyes cleared a little. She looked over at me. She smiled to see how enraptured I was.
David began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if he wanted her to feel every moment, every shift, every intention. His patience, his control, was everything I wished I could be. And Emily responded. Incredibly, impossibly, she came again, for the third time.
She broke. Then broke again. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, one after another, so strong she couldn’t hold onto anything but David. She screamed his name, exactly as I'd always dreamt.
And David finally lost control. He pounded into Emily like a savage beast. All poise stripped from him. He grunted wildly, even as Emily shook. She looked at me and I could see a crazy, reckless impulse surged up inside her, bright and sharp. She leaned up, lips brushing his ear, and whispered just loud enough for me to hear:
“Get me pregnant.”
I felt the words hit him, felt the way his body reacted, the way the moment broke open for both of them at once. He thrust deep and filled her, filled my wife, with his cum.
Later, when the house had gone still and David was long gone, we lay on the filthy mattress in the dark. The air in the garage was cool against my skin, but my body still felt warm, humming with the echo of everything that had happened.
I could feel Emily's hand drifting absently over her lower belly, in a soft, idle way, not seeking anything, just… remembering.
She looked up at me, her eyes shining even in the darkness.
"Am I a slut now?" She asked, very quietly.
"Yes," I told her, equally softly. "You're my slut now."
There was a long silence. Then she grinned wickedly.
"And David's." She paused, as if savoring it. " I'm David's slut now too.