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My wife Paige and Chris have been coaching volleyball together for the past six years. She is the head coach and Chris the assistant. They’ve been a great team having numerous successful years and have become a sought after program. My wife 34 is a 5’5” busty but in shape brunette with hazel eyes and the skin complexion that matches her Irish heritage. Chris is 29 in good athletic shape, about 6 foot tall and Dominican. I wouldn’t call Chris my friend but we get along well and are very familiar with each other and there’s never once been an issue between us. I hear about him often and we always get along well at events and I’ve never once had held any suspicions of him and my wife being more than friends and great coaches together.

One afternoon Paige mentioned the annual volleyball coaches convention and wanting to attend. She’s brought it up in the past but it’s never worked out timing wise for one reason or another. This years was a week long in Kansas City, Missouri at the convention center. I wasn’t thrilled but decided to talk through it with her to find out if it was in the realm of the possible and what it would look like for us financially and time off wise. After much discussion everything seemed reasonable. The catch, it was not a good time for me to take a leave of absence from work. She asked if I was comfortable with her and Chris attending and after talking through the details I said yes to which I received a very gleeful hug and kiss in response. It’s certainly not the first time they travelled together although this was without a team and significantly further than the usual few hours and an overnight stay for a tournament or match. This was them traveling solo and flying to a convention for a week. Nonetheless I agreed to it and we began discussing the details and she reached out to Chris to see if he was available and up for it as well.

After much discussion and back and forth the trip was finalized. The decision was made to drive instead of fly for two main reasons. One the price of the flights, ridiculous, two she insisted on bringing her dog, a Shih Tzu named Sammy along with her. It’s a 6 hour drive from us one way. They are going to take our car, a Ford Explorer, since it has the most room and comfort for the roadtrip. They are leaving Sunday mid day for the convention on Monday and coming back the following Saturday morning. Hotels are booked in downtown Kansas City, Chris chose a different hotel simply because of preference cost wise. It’s only two blocks from the Marriott Paige is staying in so not too inconvenient ride wise as there was no plan for him to get a rental once they arrive.

It was the week of the convention and I could see the excitement on Paige’s face as she began packing for the trip. The week was consumed by conversation on which seminars to attend and the benefit of going to educational sessions on recruitment and the best day to hit the supposed largest Volleyball Marketplace. Saturday arrived and Chris came over to the house, I met him in the driveway and showed him where to park his car for the week. After he parked we proceeded to engage in some small talk briefly before helping him throw his things into our Explorer. Paige came out with Sammy and I took him from her and loaded him into the back of the vehicle as she greeted Chris. I then gave her a hug and kiss wished them a good trip and told her to let me know when they get there and off they went.

I got a text from her when they got to Kansas City and a proceeding call after she dropped Chris at his hotel and arrived at hers. The beginning of the week went as expected and I got multiple pictures, texts, calls all about the convention and the daily happenings. She even ran into some of her old teammates from college who were there as well.

Wednesday afternoon I got a text from her saying Chris was able to get reservations at a famous steak house Thursday night and asked if she wanted to go. Said it was on him and to considerate it a dinner to celebrate their success as coaches. Seemed a little odd to me but I accepted the reasoning especially considering this particular establishment usually books out months in advance for reservations. I told her as long as she wanted to go she should go and enjoy the experience noting my jealousy at getting to go to such a renowned steakhouse. I picked up on the hesitation to commit to going in her responses and asked if it made her feel uncomfortable to which she replied that was not at all the case. The hesitation stemmed from the dress code being formal to semi-formal and her not having the proper attire and she would have to go out and buy something tonight for it. I physically shrugged at that and left it up to her. She later let me know she told Chris she was in and was going out shopping for something to wear.

Come Thursday I’m talking to her on the phone and it’s after 4pm so I ask “don’t you need to get ready for your dinner soon?” To where she emphatically replied “oh no not yet!” Which led me to ask what time they were going suddenly realizing I never asked to begin with to which she replied 9:30. “9:30! Why so late?” Was my surprised reaction. That was apparently the only time that was available and all other time slots had been long since booked. I was taken back slightly having not realized it was so late but I guess it doesn’t change anything a moved the conversation on and ended it as I was getting ready to make dinner for myself.

Around 830 I get a few texts he’s grabbing him at 830 since it takes 20mins to get there and a picture of her in the dress she bought. She looked great in it. She was wearing a Black form fitting shoulder-less knee length dress that was that showed off more cleavage than I thought necessary but she looked Great! After showering her in compliments to her glee I jokingly finished it off with “Enjoy your Date” which she laughed about and brushed off saying it’s formal and she doesn’t want to be undressed. I told her to check in with me and enjoy dinner as she headed out to get him.

Other than a quick text at 9:20 saying the just dropped the car at Valet and arrived to the restaurant the next time I heard from her was around 10:30 when she shit me a picture he took of her at the table and showing off the restaurant saying how nice it was and the food was great. She then told me that after dinner they provide a quick tour of the restaurant, kitchen and elaborate wine cellar before taking you upstairs where they provide dessert separately at a piano bar. I tried to remain excited for her and not show my slight displeasure with the whole thing and told her to enjoy it sounds fun.

I got another picture of her the dessert table smiling with the piano player in the background. She also shared with me that she sampled a few of the wines that they had jokingly stating their waiter talked her into it with his elaborate presentation of each. I did bring up the concern of her driving and she said not to worry Chris will drive the car drop her off and pick her up in the morning instead of the other way around as they had been doing. She quickly changed the subject saying they should be leaving shortly after they wrap up dessert.

It was approaching 1am at this point and I hadn’t heard anything more from her when my phone rang and it was her. I answered and she seemed in a great mood and told me Chris just dropped her off and she’s walking up to her room now. I talked with her about the night till she got up to her room and she quickly settled saying she was going to shower and go to bed as she had an early morning for last day at convention. To which we both said good night and love you.

Before going to bed something made me want to check on our vehicle to make sure he made it back on not convinced he drank nothing solely based on the slurry conversation I just had with Paige. I opened up our Ford app to bring up its location and it showed in the parking lot of Paige’s hotel. First thought was he just dropped her off and it hadn’t updated yet so I waited 10 minutes and did it again and it still showed it in the same spot and the display noted it was an updated location as of 1 minutes ago. Now I started to find that odd and different scenarios began running through my mind. I tried calling Paige and got no answer but she did say she was going to take a shower. Then I thought maybe she did drive and didn’t want to tell me. She did sound pretty well buzzed when we talked so maybe she did just fall asleep. Either way there wasn’t much I could do I thought of calling the hotel decided I didn’t want to go that route and potentially cause an issue. Then my chest got tight and my heart started racing as I thought of an idea crossed my mind.

Our dog Sammy. When we travel we bring a small wire crate along that he goes into and a ring camera. This is partly due to the anxiety Paige has when leaving him alone. This allows us to keep him in a safe and secure place and her to be able to just pull up the ring app and check on him wherever we are. I logged into the ring app on my phone and brought up the camera that she brought with her. The feed popped up and there was Sammy lying down in his crate up against a wall and nothing else could be seen. This was odd for two reason, the first being the first thing she does when getting back is let him out and she sleeps with him every night. That meant she was either very tired and crashed in bed or something else was going on.

I pushed the speaker icon to unmute the sound. I could immediately hear a steady stream of sound which I recognized as the tv playing in the background but i could also hear Paige and what sounded like noises you’d make while getting in a good stretch or laboring at doing something. Then it became clear from the sounds and moans echoing in the room that it was unmistakably sounds of pleasure coming from her. I just sat and listened to the mixture of the cable broadcast and her moans trying to picture whatever was going on in the room by the sound. I even thought maybe she was horny and playing with herself. There was a break in her moans and the next sound led to the striking realization that she was not alone and she must be with Chris. Her moaning increased in volume and frequency and she began to mutter words and phrases suck as “yeeahh Fuck Me..oh like that” with the accompanied echo of the sounds of sex that can only be made by two peoples bodies rhythmically coming together in sexual positions that I began envisioning in my mind. I listened for a few more moments and exited the app oddly very turned on by what was transpiring in real time with her. For some reason I tried calling her again and it again went to voicemail. For some reason I was hesitant to log back into the ring app as the app displays when someone watched a live feed and this gave me pause but 15mins later I did. I was greeted by a similar scene of Sammy followed by the tv noise and accompanied sounds of sex smacking of bodies and Paige moaning“OOOooohhh ugghhh yeah huh uggghh” but this time mixed in with her was Chris with the occasional “yeah take that mhmm” and for the last time I exited the app to gather my thoughts and think on what the way forward was going to be.

I ended up falling asleep and woke up around 4am and checked the app and saw Sammy was gone. There was just an open empty crate on the screen and silence in the room. I knew she had to be up around 7 to make the last day of the conference and decided to play it off like nothing happened and give me time to think about how to confront her and deal with what to do now and if I was oddly ok with this happening and potentially happening again if we work on a few things. Strangely I felt more turned on and aroused by the entire situation, more than I felt anger or betrayal. Nothing strange came from our daily chats and texts and Saturday arrived and see her and Chris pull into the driveway.

Update: Thank you for all the interest. Ive decided to continue and write a part two but it may take me some time (week or so) Things have progressed as the convention was back in December. I’m open to messages in the meantime and wife’s account commented below as well. We love to share our story and are thoroughly enjoying it, Appreciate the interest!

Link to previous: https://www.reddit.com/r/HotWifeLifestyle/s/rzOJJdnNHs

My wife has fucked and blown an ex-boyfriend a couple times now and we had plans to get together with him on Canada Day. This was our first time meeting in public and we decided to go downtown to watch the fireworks at a park.

With consent beforehand we established that it was okay for him to treat her like she was his. We walked through the park and they were closer together, his hand on her ass. I could see him occasionally feeling up the bottom of my wife's thick cheeks. It felt so hot and risky to be in public with another guy being so close with my wife.

We agreed to nothing too obvious in case anyone we knew saw us, but it was pretty crowded so he stood behind her with his hands on her hips while the fireworks started. She wiggled her ass on his crotch a bit and we laughed at her playfulness. Then he lifted her face up to his and I watched my wife and her ex-boyfriend make out beside me. Everyone's attention was on the fireworks but I was rock hard watching their mouths passionately take each other.

On our way out we ran into some people we knew and he quickly slipped away from her. After meeting and catching up we headed to the nude beach for some after play. We found a spot and she pulled out her ex's already hard cock. She blew him until he was veiny and throbbing then he pulled out my wife's ass and bent her over to take her pussy. He told me she was so wet for him and he slid in and began to fuck her.

I jerked my cock as I watched until he pulled out and told her to get on her knees. She knelt down in front of him and he blew a huge load on her face. She looked up at him as his thick white cum shot on her. After he was done she made a move to clean it but he told her to leave it for our walk back.

We headed back to our cars with his cum plastered on her face. Once inside, he headed off and we sat in our car. My wife then told me to pull out my cock and started jerking me off. She told me she wanted me to kiss her and she pressed her cum glazed lips and face against mine as she jerked me hard. I could taste him on her tongue and I began to blow in her hand. "Good boy" she smiled against my lips and put my dick back in my shorts.

My wife (F34) and I (M36) have been happily married for more than ten years. She has always had a larger appetite for sex than me and for that reason, she likes to keep a couple FWBs available.

She told me she met a new potential friend at the gym who has been chatting her up. He's a young twenty-something and seems hesitant to ask her out because he knows she's married. They had been talking about local beaches and she invited him to join us at our favorite spot. She thought it would be a good way to show him she's available. She arranged for us to pick him up at his apartment. I packed our blankets, towels cooler etc and she put on her thong bikini with a top that barely covered her perky 34C tits. She topped it off with a sheer beach wrap that left nothing to the imagination. I took one look and commented that her cover up doesn't cover anything. She laughed, "well, I don't plan to have it on for long" with a familiar twinkle in her eye.

We drove to Bob's apartment, she texted him when we arrived and he came right out. She hopped out to get him with a hug. He was tall and muscular. Before she let him in the car, she asked him whet he thought about her outfit. "My husband thinks this is too sinful to be worn in public, what do you think?" she did a slow spin, shaking her ass a little before she jumped into the passenger seat. Kim spent the entire 30 minute drive to the beach turned around in her seat, taking to Bob and giving him a solid view of her tits. They talked about the weather, gym gossip, but my wife kept making playful comments about having keep covered up because of her "prudish" husband. It was mostly meant to be funny, but her "protests" were gaining traction.

By the time we got to the parking lot, she was playfully begging Bob to be her lotion buddy because I would make her wear flannel!

While I loaded the beach gear into the wagon, they took turns slathering one another and headed down the trail to the beach. By the time I got to our spot, they were already in the water, splashing and playing. I set up the blankets and got a drink from the cooler. They came in from playing in the water, dried each other off and rub a generous amount of sunscreen while my wife alternated between fawning over his body and complaining about having to wear a cover up (that she wasn't wearing) and went for a walk down the beach. This continued for the next couple hours. Eventually her top came off and she was essentially walking around nude as her thong bottoms covered almost nothing.

Judging by the bulge in his shorts when he was being a good "lotion buddy", they were both ready to get a little privacy. I packed up the blankets and coolers and we headed back to the parking area. Kim grabbed a beach blanket and climbed into the back seat with Bob.

I didn't look, but I could tell they were trying to discreetly kiss and fondle in the back seat. When we were almost to Bob's apartment apartment, Kim asked me if I could drop them off. "I promised Bob I would make him dinner for being a good lotion buddy," she offered. "Bob said he can give me a ride home."

So she went inside with Bob, wearing only a beach blanket. I drove home, cleaned out my car, stayed busy and tried to keep my mind occupied.

She returned home around 11, tired, disheveled, well fucked wearing one of Bob's old t shirts. She told me how Bob ravaged her 4 times. She was so tired, my turn had to wait until morning.

Minor update.

Previous post: https://www.reddit.com/r/WifeySexStories/s/4UdkBpuYWT

Yesterday Tom and Nikki came over to our house and we just chatted and listened to music for hours like we have for years. The underlying electricity between all of us was potent though.

Nikki and I had already discussed our sexual preferences earlier in the day. She explained that she has a very tight pussy that requires some work before really getting at it. I explained to her that I love performing oral and that I am all about foreplay and am more than excited for the challenge. She wore tight, thin cloth pants that accentuated the curves of her amazing ass, and later after they left, she texted me and said she did it on purpose to get me going.

Tom and my wife definitely want to fuck asap, and Nikki and I aren't far behind. But we're all in agreement that all four of us need to be on the same page, and we agreed to have sex together with our own partners before swapping.

Wednesday night they'll be coming over again for a movie night, but the wives will be swapping husbands for snuggling up during the movie. This was all Nikki's idea so I feel confident that she's coming around to the whole thing sooner than Tom and my wife think. If they knew all the details Nikki and I have shared as to what we want to do sexually, they wouldn't be cautious as to how we're progressing.

Zoe & George: The Aisle Nine Challenge

A few nights earlier, Zoe had shown me something she’d found online. It was a relationship challenge that kept circulating through forums and social media, something couples shared out of curiosity more than anything else. The premise was simple. The woman would try to seduce someone in a public place while her partner watched. No scripts and no planning, just letting the attraction unfold and seeing where it led.

Zoe read it out loud from her phone, then looked at me with the kind of teasing expression I knew too well. “So,” she said, lowering the phone, “would you ever try something like that?”

I laughed at first. It sounded like one of those things people joke about but never actually do. Still, the idea stayed with me.

Over the next couple of days we brought it up again a few times, always half joking, always circling the same question without quite answering it. Two nights later it came up over dinner at home. Zoe had her phone in her hand, scrolling through the same thread where she’d first found the challenge. She looked up at me with a small smile. “So… if we were actually going to try it,” she said casually, “where would we even do it?”

I thought about it. A bar would be too obvious. Too many people, too much noise. But Zoe already had another idea.

“There’s that guy at the supermarket,” she said. “The one who always helps me find things when I go there.”

I looked up. I knew exactly who she meant.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, the kind of man most women noticed the second he walked past.

“He flirts with me every time I’m there,” Zoe said, leaning back in her chair to watch my reaction. “And he knows he’s good-looking. Strong arms, nice smile, the whole thing.”

I laughed. “And you enjoy that.”

“A little,” she admitted.

There was a short pause before she said the part she’d clearly been thinking about all along. “So… maybe that’s where we try it.”

The supermarket was nearly empty when we arrived. It was late, just before closing. The fluorescent lights bounced off the polished floors, and only a few employees were still moving through the aisles, restocking shelves before the place shut for the night.

Zoe walked a few steps ahead of me. Her dress moved softly with each step, and she knew perfectly well I was watching. Neither of us said it, but tonight we weren’t really there to shop. We were there to see how far this would go.

We turned into the middle aisles, and there he was. Steve. He stood near the end of a shelf stacking boxes, his uniform shirt pulled tight across his shoulders as he reached up. When he noticed Zoe coming toward him, recognition crossed his face right away. “Hey,” he said with a grin. “You again.”

Zoe smiled. “Hi. I was hoping you’d still be working tonight.”

His eyes moved over her once, appreciative but not crude. “Need help finding something?” he asked.

Zoe stepped closer and pulled out her phone. “I’m looking for a spice,” she said, showing him the screen. “Can’t find it anywhere.”

Steve leaned in to look, their shoulders nearly touching. “Ah,” he said. “That one might still be in the back.”

Zoe tilted her head. “In the back?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sometimes we keep extra stock in the storeroom.” Then he smiled, with a bit more nerve this time. “But for a beautiful woman like you, I can go check.”

Zoe laughed. “Now I feel special.”

Steve nodded toward a narrow corridor behind the shelves. “Come with me, if you want, and we’ll look for it together.”

Zoe glanced over her shoulder at me. Just for a second. The same silent question as always. Are we doing this?

My heart was beating faster now, but I gave the smallest nod. Steve didn’t catch any of it.

Zoe turned back to him. “Alright,” she said. “Lead the way.”

Steve led us down the corridor toward the back of the store. Zoe kept pace beside him while I followed a step or two behind. He glanced over his shoulder. “Your husband coming too?” he asked.

Zoe smiled. “He likes to make sure I don’t get lost.”

Steve chuckled. “Fair enough.”

The lights grew dimmer as we moved away from the main aisles, and the noise of the store faded into a low hum from the refrigeration units somewhere behind us. Watching her walk ahead like that got to me, the way it always did when she slipped into the bolder, surer side of herself.

Steve pushed open the storeroom door. Boxes and shelves filled the small space inside. Zoe went in first, and I followed, closing the door quietly behind us. I stayed near the entrance while she and Steve moved deeper between the shelves, keeping my eyes on them.

“I’ll wait here,” I said. “You two find the spice.”

Steve gave me a quick nod, not thinking much of it. “Should only take a second.”

“Let’s see if it’s here,” Steve said, crouching by one of the lower shelves. Zoe stepped closer. Closer than she needed to.

As he bent down to check a box, her body brushed against his arm, just enough to make him pause. From where I stood by the door, I could see all of it.

Zoe crouched beside him as if to help look, letting her breast press lightly against his arm. She turned her head toward his ear and said something I couldn’t hear. Steve went still. “What about your husband?” he asked quietly.

Zoe smiled at him, then glanced at me. “He likes watching,” she said, giving Steve a small wink.

Steve looked over at me for a second, then back at her. Something in his face had changed. There was no confusion in it now, only interest.

She felt it too. I watched her shift toward him, looser now and more into it, and I knew it wasn’t only Steve doing that to her. It was knowing I was across the room, watching, that pushed her further.

She turned toward Steve, her hand brushing his arm as she leaned in. His hand went to her waist. She didn’t pull away.

She looked up at me again, and her eyes were brighter now. Whatever this had started as, it wasn’t just an idea anymore.

“Maybe we should keep looking,” Zoe said softly.

She leaned in as they bent over one of the boxes together, her chest pressing against him. Steve’s hand slid down to her thigh. She let him.

Then she turned and kissed him, slow and deep, her eyes staying open and finding mine across the room.

I stayed where I was, tense with it, watching the whole thing play out the way we’d both known it might.

Steve’s hands got more daring. He pushed up the hem of Zoe’s dress and traced his fingers slowly along her inner thigh. The first touch made her breath catch, a soft sigh slipping out as his hand moved over her.

A while later he pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts, and bent to kiss them, his mouth moving from one to the other while his hands held her against him.

I could see how much the attention was getting to her.

Zoe pushed him back against the shelving, her hands going to his belt as she pulled his pants down. When his cock sprang free, hard and ready, she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. Her eyes came up to mine again.

Steve let out a low groan, one hand sliding into her hair as he looked down at her. He hardly spoke. He didn’t need to.

She got back to her feet and turned to lean against the shelf behind her.

“Come on,” she said, more an order than a request. “Fuck me,” she added, spreading her legs.

Steve didn’t need telling twice. He stepped in and pushed into her in one hard movement, drawing a sharp breath from her as her body took him.

It was almost too much to watch. I slid my hand into my pants, already hard, and started stroking slowly while I watched him move against her. Her body rocked with his rhythm, her breasts moving with every thrust as she turned her head to make sure I was still watching.

“Watch me,” she whispered, the words breaking into a soft cry as he drove deeper.

I could see how far gone she was, and it wasn’t really Steve she was responding to. It was me being in the room, and she kept turning to find me.

“Harder,” she told him.

He sped up at once, and the sound of their bodies filled the small room.

I felt it building in me as I watched them. Steve came first, his movements slowing as he finished. Right after, Zoe followed, shaking as she came, rubbing herself.

Then Zoe turned to me, her legs still unsteady, and sank to her knees in front of me, looking up with a satisfied smile.

“Come for me,” she whispered.

She took me in her mouth and worked me until I couldn’t hold back. I came with a deep groan, my hands tightening in her hair as she swallowed.

The little room was thick with heat and the smell of sweat.

She looked at me, glowing.

And I understood what the night had really been about. We’d wanted this and chosen it together, and that was the part that mattered.

The night air felt different when we stepped out of the supermarket. Zoe slipped her hand into mine, and we walked down the quiet street.

“So,” she said with a small smile, “I guess the challenge worked.”

“I’d say it did.”

A few minutes later we were in a small bar down the street, drinks in front of us, not saying much, just letting the night settle.

“You watched the whole thing,” she said, almost teasing.

“Of course I did.”

She smiled, slower this time. “I could feel it,” she admitted. “Every time I looked at you.”

I leaned back and looked at her. “And?”

Zoe shrugged, though the spark in her eyes gave her away. “And I liked it.”

We stayed a while longer, talking about how it had started as a silly idea online and turned into the night we’d just had.

Walking back to the car, she took my hand again. Nothing felt strange between us. Just the quiet kind of satisfaction you get after something you’ll both remember for a long time.

“Next time,” she said, “maybe we try a different challenge.”

I smiled. “Maybe we do.”

Some years ago we were together in the caribbean see. One day we visited a local nude beach. After some time a black guys came and asked us if we want to smoke some weed. He sad down and talked a little bit with us while he smoked some weed. He had a large dick which my wife also recoloured. But he also checked her body out. After some time also some
other guys and a older woman came. They asked if we want to buy something, or want to get a massage. We sayed no as we also hadn’t any money with us. But they said the massage was free. We wanted to be nice so we said yes. And the guys started to give my wife a massage. At frist they started normal but after some time they also started to massage her boobs and started to spreed her legs and touch her pussy. I asked my wife if evertyhing is okay. She said she is fine and that it is okay. All of their dicks now was rock hard an real large. I also got an errection but i was way smaller. I was a little bit ashamed. And then suddenly one of the guys just pushed his dog into her vagina. My wife moaned while he was doing it. I said they should stop and that they didn’t use any protection. But my wife begged them to continue. And then the older woman came to me and said i should relax and then she started to touch my dick with two fingers and give me a handjob. She also said it is so small, i should let my wife enjoy some other dicks. And so i watched my wife getting fucked by four black guys. One fucked her pussy, one her ass, one her breast and one her mouth. I nearly instantly came and the older woman said i should come on her breasts. I came as she said and then i needed to watch in post nut clarity how my wife was further fucked. She quieted multiple times and In the end all of the came deep in her pussy. At the end they also asked me if i want to come inside her, but she was so stretched by those dicks that she and i didn‘t feel anything. It was so embracing and hot at the same time that i wasn’t able to claim my wife back . And the most embracing part was, that my wife forgot her pill at home so she made me eat her out that she didn’t get pregnant.

[previous] https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/tgt8nPoR5l

New role enticing situation

After the Tahoe trip things calmed down. You and Ashley got back to your regular way of life. The only difference is you weren’t having any sex at all. You could tell your wife was kind of grumpy and her toys just weren’t doing it for her. You know she needed my cock.
Both of you were sitting outside, enjoying a glass of wine discussing your life situation as it was currently. Your wife had her opinion that she was not happy about not getting laid. This alarmed you as you didn’t like her not happy. You talked about possible remedies, solutions, maybe her have another weekend away with her boyfriend. She lit up when you mentioned this. Then she said I think I’ll do that anyway, but I have a proposition for you she said. How would you feel about a change in our dynamic? You were a little nervous at this kind of a question from her. Very carefully, you asked what she had in mind.
She had that grin on her face and batting her eyes she said I have an idea. Oh boy here it comes you thought and when she gets like this, you get really nervous.
Ashley said you know we like having me having a boyfriend right? You’re nodded your head with approval and a smile. She then said what would you think about KC moving in with us and being here on a regular basis when he’s not traveling.
You were not prepared for this and all the oxygen came out of the room or so you thought. This was something over the top and you weren’t quite sure if you’re ready for this. You started thinking how would this work? You only had a 2 Bedroom place and one of those rooms was an office. You know why and I had just moved and know what a pain it was. Thinking to not be selfish and you could use a little bit more room, you warmed up to the idea.
Ashley sat therestaring at you waiting for an answer. Your mind was in a fog. Clearing your thoughts you blurted out we need to talk about this. There’s a lot of logistics involved. She got that pouty look on her face when she doesn’t get what she wants immediately. You not wanting to disappoint said let’s talk about that.
You ran down a quick list of things that you thought of. You asked her opinion on each one.
After considerable negotiating and discussion, you came up with a plan. Your wife was so excited. She was clapping her hands and giggling. Then she said, I think I need to go see my boyfriend and talk to him about it. You very quickly replied that maybe you should have that talk with him.
Your wife, then compromised and said that she would go meet him and you could call him on the phone as she sat on his hard cock. She then said she’ll make it very special and wear the sexiest thing she could find. That way when she arrived at his house, he would be really excited and would fool him into thinking nothing was going on, except getting some much-needed sex. Then your wife graphically described what she was going to do with her boyfriend. Highlighted the many positions she was going to be in and how many loads of cum she was going to extract from him. Rubbing in the fact that you her husband could not stay hard and let her ride on top like she can with her boyfriend that would shoot ropes of cum in places you never reached. Proudly stating she will be the slut you wished you could enjoy.
You told her that you were on board with it and discussed her doing all the necessary girl things to get ready like making the appointment for the hair, nails and whatever else was needed.
Once again, you were a hero in your wife’s eyes. The bummer was you were giving your wife to another man in a new way that excited you. You would pretty much come to accept a pussy free marriage and a cock filled pussy for your wife was OK. As long as she wasn’t trying to find other men and she stayed loyal to me.
You then put your glass down and asked your wife for the key. She said why what do you think you deserve? You said you needed some alone time and you’re going to take a shower. She went down, gave you a squeeze and unlocked you with a smirk on her face. Then she warned you better not play with it. You smiled and said I think I earned that privilege.

As my husband took the exit from the interstate to the State highway that would take us to the ocean, I was riding high on adrenaline, having flashed myself to half a dozen truck drivers.

Each time I had shown just a little bit more, and the last one had been the most revealing. The wrap style of my dress had allowed me to part the front open completely, exposing my white sheer bra and panties. My dark pierced nipples were standing tall and hard against the fabric, pencil eraser and gold rings visible.

As we pulled alongside the last driver, I set one foot onto the seat, my thighs spread, the triangle of white fabric stretched tight over my waxed bald pussy mound. When I felt his eyes upon me, I brought my hands up to cup my full D cup tits, squeezing them in my hands for a moment and then dropping one hand to trace the inside of my thigh, along the edge of my tiny panties. One finger ran up, over my covered pussy lips and then to the window to give the driver a friendly finger wave.

He sounded his horn in two short blasts as a thank you as we pulled away.

In the bright afternoon light, as we tore down the now empty highway, I turned my back to the door, leaning back, facing my body to my husband. I knew he could see all of me and still keep one eye on the road. The size of his package was visible to me, and I knew he had been enjoying my slutty little show.

Seeing the road empty for as far as I could see ahead, I brought my hands to my barley covered tits and slowly pulled the see thru fabric away, thankful for the stretchy nature.

Revealing each full tit, slowly, my hard pierced nipples standing fully out, I cupped and squeezed the bare flesh in my hands, my mouth falling open slightly in pleasure. My nimble fingers captured each, pulling and tugging, twisting slightly. The gold rings were caught between my fingers as I ground my hips into the seat.

Dropping one hand to my lap, cupping my panties, my pussy, the other crossed my chest to play with the nipple while I rubbed myself over my sheer panties.

I could tell my tight lipped little innie pussy was flooded and knew if I continued I'd make a mess in the seat, but also knew my husbands cock was growing down the leg of his shorts, tenting them up.

Running my fingers over my mound, I caught both edges of the panty and tugged slightly, pulling the sides to the center, and up in between my bald pussy lips.

Spreading my thighs an inch or two more, the panty slips up in deeper, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I sucked in a silent breath and tugged again harder. My full, waxed clean, outer lips were exposed to the cool air conditioning as a tiny but intense orgasm tore through my hips. I bit my lip to hold back the moan, feeling my pussy clench and relax, begging to be fucked and filled.

Dropping my hand from my full bare tit, I switched hands and pulled the panty out from between my pussy lips, showing my bald, cum soaked pussy to my husband.Withbone hand holding the sheer, wet panty aside, I slowly dipped my fingers tips of the hand in between my lips, gathering the cum on my fingers.

Bringing them to my mouth, I licked and sucked them clean, dipping them again to collect the last taste and savoring the sweet wild flower honey taste of my own cum.

Using both hands, I fixed my panties back over my bald pussy and tucked my tits back into my bra and dress.

My husband used his free hand to reach down, slowly grabbing his hard cock over his shorts, and I knew I was going to get royally fucked later in our hotel suite.

My wife and I have been together for over 16 years and our sex life has been fairly vanilla. A year ago she told me she was interested in a couple we're friends with, Tom and Nikki [43M, 33F]. She asked a few probing questions to Nikki, but she was going through a family tragedy, so my wife left it at that. Now it's been a year later and she still feels the same way.

My wife took the leap and started a group chat with all four of us and laid out what she wanted. She let Tom and Nikki know that she's attracted to both of them, how I myself find Nikki incredibly sexy and that we should all get together and hash this out.

It took 15 hours for a full response from Nikki, (we knew Tom was hot for my wife) and she gave us a complete green light on setting this swap in motion. Nikki has no experience with women, but she wants to explore that with my wife. Tom and I are completely hetero, so there's no confusion on our part for that.

Tom and my wife have already begun texting each other privately, as have Nikki and I. It just sucks that Nikki works crazy nightshift hours that don't allow for much texting and then sleeping through the day.

We've already made the decision that our first act will be for the couples to have sex in the same room. All of these planning has made my wife crazy horny. She woke me up at 7 the past two mornings to jump my bones.

I'll try to give updates.

You can read some of my previous stories on my profile to learn how this setup came to be.

The tldr is, I started an open relationship with my girlfriend, I ended up unknowingly jerking off to her getting fucked by the divorced dad next door. After I told her, she offered to let me watch her with him. He now comes and fucks her regularly and I watch quite often. She's had a handful of other encounters as well. We make it work.

It was Friday night and we were getting ready for date night. My girl was in the middle of putting her makeup on and she got a text from our neighbor. "wyd".

She knew what that meant and texted back it's our date night tn so she's busy.

He asked what time she's leaving and she yelled and asked me. I told her no rush, we have time, and to take her time. Of course I thought she was asking because she was rushing to get ready or something.

She shrugged, she ran to our room and pulled on a thong and wore a short skirt and threw on a top with no bra. I saw her touching up her makeup a little more and then ran out the door without closing it all the way.

I hear our neighbors doors open and both of them greeting eachother. I close our front door and put my ears against our shared wall. They continue talking until it turns to giggling, then I hear him moaning and her slurping. I hear things moving around fast, before I hear her start clapping noises and her moaning.

The clapping noises intensify. Faster and definitely a lot louder. I hear my girl screaming in pleasure telling him to go faster and fuck her harder. I swear it feels like the building is starting to shake.

I then hear him yell he's going to cum. I hear her say cum inside, then a small pause, and she yells "ON MY FACE". I hear some quick shuffling and a final loud loan from our neighbor. I hear more movement, some talking and a very loud smack before I hear a knock on my own door. She left and came back all within like 7-8 minutes

I open it and my girlfriend looks at me puzzled asking me why I locked it. She didn't do a great job cleaning off his cum because I see some on the hair near her forehead. I point it out, and she quickly uses a finger to take it off and puts in her mouth. She gives me a flirty look and told me our neighbor needed her badly so she agreed to a quickie. "I also got him to take a photo for you since it's date night".

I was so worked up the entire night because of how hot I found it that our neighbor could take my girl anytime he wants, fuck her and return her back to me after he covers her face with his cum. My girl kept teasing me the entire night, asking me how turned on I was and what I was gonna do to her.

I hope the neighbor was listening because I was gonna give him a show.

Long story, scroll down for when the details of the sex begin

I regularly visit a swingers club with my wife. It's a great spot to meet potential bulls and thirds. We do the occasional couple swap as well.

We always dread that we'd run into someone we know, but if they're there as well, we figured it'd be equally as embarassing.

The worst happened one night and she locked eyes with her father's friend. To make it easier we'll call her dad "Joe". She knew him well because she had a summer job almost a decade ago at their golf job as a cart girl and she would often serve her father's group drinks. He was also present at our wedding so I knew him slightly as well.

He averted his eyes first and we walked away, but minutes later, he tapped my wife's shoulders and said said "don't I know you from somewhere" with a huge grin on his face.

We broke the tension and started chatting away, telling eachother how we got into the lifestyle. We didn't fully come out and tell him I was a cuck but we mentioned I shared her sometimes.

We took down his number but left it at that.

Weeks later in bed, my wife asks me what I think about a session this upcoming weekend. She then mentions it's going to be with her dad's golf buddy that we met a few weeks back. I'm a little taken aback. He's a handsome guy but a little older than what we're used to. She said they've been texting and it's been getting increasingly sexual and he's been asking to join in with us. She mentions she's had a crush on him she was younger and would notice him checking out her ass when she worked at the golf club. I said fuck it, and get excited at the thought.

It's Friday, at this point she's told him I'll mostly be watching and he's completely fine with it. He's apparently done some watching himself with his ex-wife. He told us before he'd be fucking her raw and gave us his test results to show he's clean.

What she's wearing

She decided to wear her old cart girl uniform. She's in amazing shape and it fit well, maybe a smidge tighter but it only made her look sexier. The skirt was short, the smallest hike up would reveal her ass. She wore her black thong inside. I like her bright colored thongs but she thought an older man would appreciate a classic black thong. The tank top was tight and she wore it with no bra. Her tits looked amazing in them. I had no idea how her dad was okay with her wearing this while serving his friends but she said it fit a little bigger when she was younger.

Details of the encounter

He arrived and didn't waste much time. They went straight to making out. He was surprisingly fit for a guy his age. He easily carried my wife up, thought she is very light. I was seated on my chair, dick out, slowly stroking.

My wife dropped to her knees and started blowing him. She looked amazing with her ass sticking out of her skirt. As he got erect, I was surprised to see how much he was packing. He pulled her tank top off and her tits dropped out, looking absolutely amazing. He really enjoyed the dynamic of fucking his friends daughter, probably more so than the idea of her being my wife. He had her call him daddy and his dirty talk was full of references to her dad and she didn't seem to mind.

"Fuck I always knew Joe's little princess was a dirty slut. But who knew you'd be my dirty slut one day. Keep sucking my cock slut".

"Your dad was always a bit of a prick to me, I wish he knew his daughter was sucking my cock with her tits out"

He stood her up and played with her tits for a little bit. He ran his tongue over her nipples, put his mouth over her whole tit and started sucking. He ran his hands all over her body, grabbed her ass with a smack and gave it a right squeeze. He turned her around to face away from him, hiked her skirt up and rubbed his cock on her cute little ass, while wrapping his arms around her, grabbing her tits and squeezing them. He whispered in her ear, telling her what a tease she was back then and how he always wanted to bend her over and fuck her till she screamed. He was about to make that happen.

He pushed her onto the bed, then had her get on all 4s, skirt still on. He lined himself up and went inside her raw. She yelped as he started slowly thrusting in her, slowly increasing his pace.

For an older man he could definitely fuck. He was plowing my wife. He turned over and looked at me and gave me a smile and thumbs up.

"Your wife was the hottest little cock tease back in the day. All the guys wanted to fuck her. Her pussy is tight as fuck"

He wrapped her hair with 1 arm and pulled it back while he fucked her. He used the other to spank her. Every spank prompted a yelp from my wife.

I saw my wife with a huge smile on her face, she was moaning "fuck me daddy, spank me harder"

He pulled out shortly and flipped her around to her back. He pulled her skirt off but kept her thong on. He put himself back inside her while still standing, with her legs up and over his shoulders, his hands holding them.

"You're too gorgeous, I have to see your pretty face and tits while I fuck you"

He started railing her on this position. Her tits were swinging wildly up and down, she started screaming in pleasure which seemed to drive him to fuck her faster.

"I want you to tell me I'm fucking Joe's daughter. I want you to tell me I made his daughter my cock slut"

My wife happily obliged and added her own little spice to it.

"You took Joe's little princess and made her your cock slut. You're my daddy now. I'm your tight little slut".

This seemed to drive him over the edge, he pulled out and shot buckets on her. His cum shot out and reached her chin, and covered her neck, tits and stomach on the way.

My wife began scooping up his cum and putting it in her mouth smiling him and thanking him for it. "Thanks for covering me with your cum daddy". He was in disbelief.

"I had no idea you were this much of a slut. Fuck you're so fucking hot, I haven't went 2 rounds in years but I'm getting hard again".

My wife smiled and took that as a challenge. She got up and gave him a playful shove to the bed and started cleaning his cock with her mouth.

Minutes later she asked him " have you ever wanted to fuck Joe's daughter's tits?".

He gave her the biggest smile in reply

I have this fantasy of my wife (47) and I (46) on vacation. We are at a bar, and I get up to go to the men's room. When I return, there are two men and a woman in their mid 20's talking to her, and we decide to get a table. We all start talking, and about 20 minutes later, my wife goes to the ladies' room, and one of the guys says he has to go to mens room, so they go. I am now talking to the other guy and the woman who is the wife of the guy who went to the men's room. A few minutes later, the other guy says he has to go as well, so it leaves me and the wife of the first guy talking.

We are talking and I say that maybe I should go check on my wife! She says, that she is sure she is fine, and all of a sudden I feel her foot start touching my leg and making its way towards my crotch and then slides it in through my shorts and starts giving me a foot job! I start to realize that my wife and her husband might be having something going as well, in addition to their friend! After the wife finishes me off, her husband, friend, and my wife return. We talk for about 10 minutes and then they say they have to go. But t they give us their number and tell us where they are staying which happens to be at the same resort we are at! We tell them we will call them later and they head out.

I ask my wife what happened because she has a big smile on her face, and she tells me that she just got spit roasted in the men's room!!

I’m curious if your wife or significant other’s stories that include different races enhance or spice up your reaction to them? I know my wife’s stories where she dated different races definitely amps up my reaction to her hotpast.

So a fellow Redditor and I were chatting about unannounced cumshots, and I told him this story. I figured, why not make it my first post here?
My wife has had a number of playmates over the years as a part-time hotwife. Her first was 23 years ago. Wow, 23 years…
She was in her mid-20s; he was in his mid-40s.

So picture this: He’s sitting on the couch and she is between his legs, head bobbing away, with me behind her fucking her doggy style.
After a while he gently puts his hand on the back of her head and pushes his hips up while gently holding her head all the way down on his dick. He lets out a big sigh and my wife starts making the yummy noises.

After all the “mmm, MMM!!” as he was shooting ropes in her mouth, she swallows and says, “That was an awful lot, Greg.”
Laughs all around
I knew it was a huge load because I had witnessed him cum on her tits in previous situations. Never once in all the times they were together did he ever ask where to finish, nor did he announce when it was time. That in and of itself is incredibly hot to me, but this particular instance is still burned into my memory over two decades later. It’s definitely one of my favorite hotwife memories.

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. 

This happened when my girlfriend was 22. Her brother is 8 years older and his best man is the same age as him.

For the sake of anonymity, we'll call her brother Carl and his best man Ethan.

She's always had a crush on Ethan since she was like 13. But he's never really noticed her. She left for college at 18 and had a huge glowup. She lived in residence so she didn't see Ethan much.

During the summer of his wedding, she saw Ethan again and she noticed he was staring. She went up and said hi, they hugged, he told her she's grown so much and she was shy as hell.

They interacted a lot that summer, mostly for wedding planning and events.

During the reception both of them had a lot to drink. They talked a lot and I guess he couldn't contain himself and he kept telling her how much she's changed. She started teasing him and asking in a good way or bad way, and he said "in a good way obviously, you look beautiful". That gave her butterflies and she started wanting him. But she didn't know how to make a move.

She didn't have to think much longer cause he ended up leaning in for a kiss. They started making out then realized they were too in public and this would definitely cause issues. They ran outside, and on the way out he told his friend he urgently needed his car keys to get something.

They found his friend's car and got in the backseat. She got on top of him and they started making out heavy. His clothes came off, she let her dress straps come down and he slowly unhooked her bra. She remembers he just put his face in her chest and started rubbing his face all over her tits, eventually opening his mouth and using his tongue to play with her nipples.

She took her dress completely off and stayed in her purple thong (her dress was light purple and she was wearing a matching bra/thong set underneath). She got off him, went to the seat beside him, got up on her knees, facing toward his seat and she slowly lowered down and put her mouth on his dick.

He reached his hand around and put it on her ass, as she took him in her mouth. She remembers him yelling fuck as she started bobbing her head on his dick. His hand was feeling up her ass and tracing the line of her thong, he'd tease her pussy before finally he slipped a finger inside her. Eventually 1 finger became 2 and 2 became 3. At that age, that was the most fingers someone had put in her and she gasped. He was finger fucking her while she blew him. Eventually he pulled his fingers out and started spanking her. She yelped and laughed licking his dick.

He unfortunately didn't have condoms but she decided already she was going to fuck him. She got on top of him again, he lined his dick up with her pussy and she lowered herself on him.

She remembers looking into his eyes as she slowly rode him, he came in closer and they passionately made out. She kept riding him slow, until he decided he wanted control.

He grabbed her waist, and started moving her up and down, slow at first and faster. My girlfriend is very light and apparently she was even lighter than so I'm not surprised he could do this. He was grabbing onto her waist and bouncing her up and down his cock. Her pussy was getting used as his cock sleeve and she loved it. Her tits were bouncing wildly up and down in front of his face as he started thrusting up as he lowered her. They did this for awhile as he transitioned between bouncing her slower when he was about to cum, to bouncing her fast again.

When he was finally about to cum, she quickly got off, went to the side again and put his dick in her mouth. He came loads into her mouth. She stayed there for a minute after he finished, licking off every drop.

He was totally enamored with her afterwards, begging her to come back to his hotel room but she shut it down. Her brother, his wife, the groomsmen and bridesmaids all booked the same hotel and she didn't want to risk getting caught. He wanted to go again but she realized they'd been missing for too long. So she let him feel her one last time for the night, made out with him and they put their clothes on and left.

For the rest of the summer they had a bit of a fling (he fucked her once at her parents house, when her entire family, parents, brother and sister in law were downstairs) but mutually decided to end it at the end of the summer. Mostly because they knew it would cause issues, with her parents and brother, considering the large age gap and all.

 "David, I want to have sex with you."

Emily's words hit with force of a lightning bolt. David was my best friend since childhood. Emily is my wife. We've been married for more than two years. David had been my best man at our wedding.

Emily and I considered ourselves devout Christians. We'd been virgins when we married and we tried to respect the teachings of the church. So, when Deacon Willams gave a seminar about the importance of honesty in marriage I'd confessed to Emily my secret fantasy. I'd always wanted to watch her have sex with another man. Especially with David. David had always been confident with woman and I couldn't help imagining what he'd coax from Emily. 

Emily had been shocked, horrified and intrigued. Sex with David was, she declared, off limits. But others things, she offered shyly, might be worth exploring. 

Over the next few months Emily and David has fooled around a little while I watched. Emily's strict red line had started to blur. Even so, I hadn't expected Emily to so bluntly announce her thoughts. I stared at her blankly, a fork full of steak halfway to my mouth.

David, with even less warning than I'd had, seemed unfazed. He finished chewing and leaned back. He looked at me for a long moment. Then answered her. Softly, gently, but with absolute confidence. Like he knew this was coming.

"I'd enjoy that very much. I think you will too." Emily looked down at her plate to hide her furious blush. She wasn't used to being bold.

"There are rules." She whispered. David just waited for her to continue. She took a sip of her wine. 

"Scott has to be there." She glanced at me. "This is part of our marriage, not outside it. This is to fufill his fantasy."

"What about you Emily?" David pressed a little. "I don't want to fuck you just for Scott." She blushed again. But this time she deliberately met his gaze.

"It's for me too. Just as much as for him. If not more." She held his gaze for a second. Then quickly moved on. Like she didn't really want to examine what she'd just said.

"No one can ever know." She continued. "Not our friends. Not our family. Not even a priest. Scott and I won't even confess it." David wasn't religious like we were. But he understood what that meant to us. He nodded, matching her gravity. But his eyes were sparkling.

"One last thing." She was so quiet David had to lean forward. "I know it's dumb, but I can't abandon the teachings of the church entirely. Even doing this. We can't use any birth control."

For the first time David's composure cracked. I have to admit that I enjoyed seeing him flustered.

"Emily...what happens if...?

I answered. It was the first thing I'd said since Emily lobbed her bombshell.

"If Emily gets pregnant, I'll love the child without reservation. You can be involved as much, or as little as you want."

David sat back, stunned into silence. Emily stood and walked  toward him. Her expression was calm, steady, full of something fierce and vulnerable all at once.  I watched,  my breath unsteady, as Emily leaned in and kissed David. It was soft at first, a promise rather than an invitation.

She pulled back for a moment, looking deep into his eyes. Then kissed him again. The second kiss  carried more weight, more heat, more certainty.

Emily finally pulled back, breath unsteady but eyes clear. David looked stunned, not by passion but by the gravity of what had just passed between them. He moved as if to deepen the moment, to push it further, but Emily placed a hand gently on his chest.

"David," she said, her voice soft but steady. "Not tonight."

He froze, confused. 

"We need clear heads to make this choice. It's a big step. We all need to know exactly what we are stepping into."

David slumped back in his chair, dramatically overplaying his disappointment. “You’re killing me here,” he said with a pout so exaggerated it was almost theatrical.

Emily couldn’t help it,  she laughed, the tension breaking just enough to let her breathe again. 

"I like having all the power for once." She told him. She reached below the table and between his legs, stroking him under his jeans. He jumped. Emily's new boldness was still erratic and unpredictable. Then he smiled and relaxed into his his chair. Emily knelt beside him, glanced at me and then crawled under the table. 

David jumped a bit as she undid his pants. Then suddenly sank back with a sigh. I could hear the wet, slick sounds beneath the table as she took him into her mouth. She was being deliberately loud. She wanted me to hear.

David looked over as me as she sucked him. He loved having my wife on her knees, between his legs. His hands disappeared beneath the table as he held her head, guided her into the rhythm he wanted. He started to buck and shake. He held my gaze as his entire body tensed and then relaxed, almost violently, as he came in my wife's mouth. 

Emily scrambled from beneath the table. Trying to look even a little bit dignified. She daintily wipe the corner of her mouth with two fingers. David did up his pants. 

Emily came over to me and kissed me deeply. I could taste David in her mouth. While she kissed me David tucked back into his steak, like what had just happened was the most natural thing in the world.

"Next Friday." Emily told David. "We'll decide by next Friday." Then she pulled me up, towards our bedroom. "Enjoy your steak David."