Our Evolving Marriage - Ch 01 (Patreon)

Our First Night Out

“I can’t believe this is what you wanna do when we finally have a night to ourselves.” 

My wife’s voice carried from the bathroom behind me as I stood in front of the mirror hanging from our closet door. The door was only ajar by an inch, her voice muffled but I could hear the irritation.

“Come on honey. We agreed to try this out…” I started pulling on my suit jacket. It was a jet black, nicely tailored though a little old. It’d been a while since I’d had an occasion to wear it, especially since the pandemic hit. Nothing like a lockdown to make you put your dress clothes in the back of the closet.

“That was nearly two years ago!” She called back quickly. The sound of hairspray and other things clinking in the bathroom accompanied the complaint.

It was true. In fact it was more than that. Lacy and I had been discussing swinging for a year before we finally got the courage and the opportunity to go out and explore. But that exploration hadn’t been much more than going to a club two times, having drinks with a few couples and then the world had closed down. Those couples we had talked with and even exchanged numbers with had lost contact quickly due to the chaos of the pandemic. Job loss or transition. Sickness. Child care concerns. It all became such a web of such frustration that the idea of pursuing this sort of lifestyle had fallen out for us.

Brushing my hands through my sandy hair, with a few streaks of gray starting to show prematurely, I let out a long breath. Lacy wasn’t wrong. We had only gone out twice. At best it had been like going out to a regular dinner and striking up friendly conversations with other couples. No extra flirting. No touching or rubbing. No sex.

Fun? Yes. Productive? No.

I looked back at myself in the mirror. Handsome enough at forty. Good career, one that thankfully hadn’t been affected by the pandemic. In fact I’d even gotten a pay raise. A loving husband and father to two wonderful little girls. I was the near definition of suburbanite. But like every other contented suburbanite, I wanted more. Didn’t everyone?

And I don’t mean I felt like I was missing something. My life was fulfilling. But there was that nag, that desire. Probably the most human instinct. Try something new. Dive into the unknown. Don’t stagnate, innovate.

Oh gosh, that corporate speak was working its way into my fantasies now too.

I scrubbed my hands over my face, feeling the light stubble that never seemed to go away no matter how often I shaved. “Honey, Lacy, I mean… haven’t you wanted to try going out again? To pick up where we left off?”

“We really didn’t leave off much of anywhere, Matt.” Her voice drifted from the bathroom. “Two dinners isn’t even dipping our toes in, in my opinion.”

I nodded to myself. “Yeah but…” I paused. What could I even say? It had taken us a year to talk ourselves into going and just checking out the scene. Then two years of being mostly home in sweats and having the girls around constantly. Together so much that sometimes we got a little sick of each other. But our love had lasted, and even grown stronger. So what more was there to investigate or explore?

Tons.

That voice in my head wouldn’t let it go and I know for a fact she felt it too. Lacy was an avid reader of nearly anything she could get her hands on and thanks to e-books, the possibilities were now literally limitless. Among the many books she’d been reading over the pandemic, I’d begun to notice a trend. Lots and lots of dollar erotic short stories and novellas. The kind of smut that once upon a time you'd have had to read in Penthouse or Playboy or some such publication. Heck there was a ton of it for free on Kindle Unlimited and other platforms. On one occasion I’d scrolled through her ereader and found nearly two dozen of those types of stories, and that had all been from just a two week period.

Lacy wanted to explore too, she just wasn’t the type to come out and say it.

The bathroom door opened and Lacy stepped out, a drifting mist of left over steam from her shower curling about her frame in the doorway.

My heart skipped a beat. It always did when I saw her. But now…

Lacy stood a little over five foot, her fiery red hair reaching her shoulders in waves. Intense green eyes locked my brown with a stern look. Her dress was the thinnest material I’d ever seen, a shiny silver that flowed down her slim figure to her mid thigh and slit up a few inches on her left thigh. Around her neck it gathered up in waves and plunged down to her small chest. A B cup on a good day, the dress clung tightly to her as if it were paint. Her long legs were covered in sheer light gray stockings and her silver heels gave her another inch of height she didn’t typically have. The lightest amount of makeup helped accent her lashes and cheeks and lips. She exuded sensuality.

If I were being honest, she looked just as sexy in sweats and a t-shirt. But this elevated her from a perfect ten to an eleven.

“Damn.” I muttered, eyes wide.

“Well… if I’m finally getting a night out without the kids, I want to go all out. Besides, you said this club was different. High class right?” She said walking out and grabbing her purse from her side of the bed.

I caught a glimpse of her backside, a small rear end but shapely in all the ways that mattered. I cleared my throat and tried to think of my grandmother as I stood up. “Y…yeah the uh, invite I got was kind of exclusive. A masquerade.”

She looked back, eyebrow up. “Like the movie Eyes Wide Shut or whatever it was?”

“Uh, I think kinda but less…cultish?” I shrugged.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I guess that’s… okay. Masks probably make it more relaxed. Less likely to recognize someone.” Her cheeks were red.

That had been the one big thing we had been worried about. What if we went and saw someone we knew from picking up the girls from school, or work, or…church?!

“Yeah. And it’s pretty upscale. I read all about it, they sent me a link to all the ‘about us’ stuff. No means no, no exceptions. They have bouncers that help maintain the peace and make sure there’s no funny business besides the… the desired sort.” I cleared my throat again, embarrassed.

“Well, that shouldn’t be a problem. I’m going to drink and talk, not… well, ya know. Anyway, I’m not even sure you’re going to get lucky tonight. I would have settled for a nice quiet and quick dinner and then just some us time.” She slipped the silver chain of her purse over her shoulder and folded her arms. “Last chance. Go out or stay here?”

I stood looking at her, so beautifully dressed. It had been ages since she’d dressed up for anything. Same for me. Wearing a suit hadn’t been something I’d done in nearly half a decade. But I couldn’t help thinking about the e-books she’d been reading. About what we had talked over before the pandemic. We had gone out with intent, but the opportunity had just been pulled away from us. Now was a chance to start getting back in, to actually dip our toes in the water.

“Tell you what. If we don’t have a good time tonight, and if honestly your feelings have changed about this whole exploration, then we won’t ever do it again and I’ll arrange a whole evening of whatever you want.” I step close and put my hands on her arms, rubbing slowly and lovingly.

She smiled at me, that amazing small smile that had nearly knocked me on my ass that first time she’d flashed it at me when we met. “I’m gonna hold you to that. I have particular tastes you know.” Even with her heels she had to go onto her toes quickly to reach up and kiss me sweetly. “Let’s go and get this over with. Probably be lucky if we stay more than a couple hours.”

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The establishment was located in a downtown highrise that was a few blocks from the main thoroughfare. A dark looming building with a parking garage beneath that required you to be buzzed in. We flashed out ID’s to the camera and the bar lifted, allowing us to drive into the dimly lit parking area. There were a few cones set up pointing us to where we were to park. We pulled in between an eclectic set of vehicles, ranging from the high end Tesla’s and BMWs to regular old Toyota trucks and Vans. We even saw some window clings announcing there was a ‘Baby On Board’.

“Hope they left the kids at home tonight.” I nudged Lacy with a smile that she just answered with a glare and a shake of her head, muttering about dad jokes.

We had left the girls with Lacy’s parents. Letting them have an overnight sleepover so we could finally have some time alone. Though if her parents knew what we were doing with this time they might not have agreed.

Walking through the parking lot we saw a few gentlemen off to the sides in designated areas for smoking and booths for security. I was impressed. This place was on the level when it came to safety and organization. Or at least it seemed to be. Stepping into the small lobby area, I checked the invitation again. Instructions had been written inside on what elevator to get into and what floor to go to, a door code being required to access the club's particular level.

I punched in the required buttons and then we waited in silence. A soft hissing chill coming from the vents of the elevator was the only sound besides our own breathing. Lacy stood next to me stiff and with her cheeks red with nervousness. I put my arm around her. “Listen, I know I’ve kinda dragged us here but… I know you want to try this again so let's just relax and have a good time. Free drinks. Nice food from what I read. And of course we can always just watch and look around and then head on home.”

Lacy nodded stiffly, then looked up at me. “I know. Just don’t expect anything okay.”

I gave her a curt nod and then a soft loving kiss on the lips right before the elevator doors opened. A warm burst of air came from the club as we stepped out of the chilled elevator. It smelled of a mix of sweat, perfume, champagne and flowers. It was elegance in arial form. A man quickly stepped in front of us, dressed in a very nice suit with a brilliant red name tag that said ‘Security’. He quickly handed each of us an eye mask. Black leather, comfortable, and it would cover our eyes and the bridge of our nose.

“Wear these at all times. No one may remove them unless it is an emergency. Please remember the rules, simply put no means no. If there’s any trouble please raise your voice, there are security guards posted at every corner and every room, even the private ones. Are there any questions?” The man was curt and to the point, his voice low for only us and blocking the view of the main floor from us and them from seeing us as we put on the masks.

I looked over at Lacy. “Honey?” 

She shook her head not meeting my eyes as she slipped the mask over her face.

“Right then. Welcome.” The man stepped aside and ushered us into the room and then took his place next to the elevator to away new guests.

Left alone now, with only each other and holding hands tightly, we looked about the room, seeing the many people and outfits that had found themselves at this event. There were dresses much like Lacy’s and others that were more floor length, some shorter, tighter. It was a feast for the eyes of lovely ladies with makeup and jewelry and heels. The men were much the same with tuxedos and suits of nearly every color and make. Some of the patrons looked older with graying hair or the beginnings of. I couldn’t be sure but there were some milling around that looked like they were in their twenties. But it was hard to tell due to the masks, which was the entire point of course.

Lacy kept close to me as we walked over towards a more open area with an open ceiling, looking out onto the night sky. A bar was located in the center, with plants and flowers lining the sunken patio like area. We took two champagne glasses that the bartender offered with a smile. Lacy sipped and I just held mine as we walked over to a nice couch and sat down to observe the people.

We never had been much on socialization, even when we had gone to the other clubs it had been other couples that had approached us, not the other way around.

“Ready to go yet?” Lacy asked, masking her lips with her glass.

“We just got here. Let’s at least give it an hour honey.” I squeezed her knee. Sitting down made the dress slip up a little higher on her shapely thigh. 

Scanning the crowd I noticed a few eyes lingering on us, looking towards us for a moment and then darting away again. A few of the men were just blatantly looking our way, or more accurately at Lacy. Of course it would be the woman who got the attention, rather than the men. Something never changed even in different lifestyles. 

Lacy, for her part, played things aloof and disinterested in the looks coming her way. She sipped at her champagne and nestled close to my hip. I could feel her heat, smell the pink lemonade perfume she loved on her mixing with sweat from all the bodies in the room. Around us people talked and laughed, as if this were some regular corporate party and not a swingers event. But the rules were clear there was to be no overt activity out in the main area, only in the various rooms located around the floor. I saw a few kisses, gropes, hands wandering and lips lingering but nothing more than what you might have seen in a regular night club.

After a while, Lacy had finished her champagne and dangled the glass between her fingers looking more and more like she was wanting to leave when a shadow appeared before us and held out a new full glass to Lacy. “I saw you were empty and thought you might like another.” The man was tall, a wide white smile and brilliant blue eyes with light brown-blonde hair that had that premade bedhead look. 

Lacy looked up, eyes wide at the man’s sudden appearance and boldness but after a second offered him the empty glass and took the full. “T…thanks.” She replied sheepishly.

He nodded, put the glass behind his back and turned to me. “Nice to meet you both. I’m Terry.” he held out his hand, his left hand. His wedding band was obvious on his finger. It was a deliberate move to show that he too was a married man here, though where his wife was, that was a mystery. “Nice to meet you Terry, I’m Matthew and this is my wife, Lacy.”

She nodded sipping her new drink looking up at the man with some suspicion.

“Great to meet you both.” he repeated. “So, please don’t find this rude but it looks like you are new?” He asked and went to sit next to Lacy. His knee was brushing against hers.

“That obvious?” I asked.

He laughed. It was hearty and full and kind. “Oh don’t feel too bad. You start to develop a sort of sixth sense when it comes to these things. Me and my wife have been in the lifestyle for several years now, you can sort of make out those that are nervous and those that are comfortable.” His knee brushed Lacy’s again, more deliberately. “I could tell by how isolated you both made yourselves. Is this your first time here?”

“Here, yes. But, well we are pretty much brand new to this whole… lifestyle.” I admitted leaning forward a bit to keep an eye on him as he sat so close to my wife.

My emotions were a rollercoaster. The idea of this stranger flirting with my wife was both a turn on and a nightmare. Yes this is what we had come to explore but, having it be real was something completely different. At the other clubs at best a guy had patted my wife’s shoulder. This man’s eyes kept drifting to the small amount of cleavage she had as well as the amount of exposed thighs with the clinging stockings. All we had to say was no thank you and I was sure he would leave. But, I couldn’t bring myself to say it, not yet anyway.

For Lacy’s part, she didn’t move her knee away and kept drinking the champagne he had brought her which was showing a small amount of trust.

“Oh so really new. Or have you swapped already with someone online?” His hand finally made its way to Lacy’s knee. His head shifted and his gaze landed on her now, no longer acknowledging me with his gaze.

Her cheeks flushed. “No. We… haven’t done anything. In fact, I was a virgin on my wedding so I sort of think this whole thing is a bit taboo.” She said it, straightening her back and looking intensely at him as if to challenge her virtue.

Terry smiled. “That’s so great to hear. True love. Got to admit we don’t see that a lot these days. So no swapping or anything? Have you done anything online, like chatting and sexting?” He was being so blunt and forward it was putting both of us off our defense.

I could tell Lacy was glaring again, though not in a threatening manner. “No.” She said simply. But still, Terry’s hand remained on her knee and she wasn’t moving it. The glass was finally empty and she held it out to him. “Thank you for the drink.”

He nodded and added the glass to the other one he still held.

“Matt, I need to pee.” Lacy got up quickly, cheeks flushed and began to march off. Finding a security guard and asking him where the restroom was.

I watched her go, hips swaying and heels clicking. Terry was doing the same. He finally sat the glasses down on an end table next to the couch. “So, are you a cuckold or…”

I nearly spat out the champagne I was drinking. “W… a what?” I looked at him eyes wide.

Terry’s face was calm and smile a little sly. “Well I’m just trying to gauge what sort of husband you are. There are all sorts here. Some straight up swapping swingers, some husbands that like to just watch, others that are complete or partial cuckolds. Sorry, I didn't mean to imply. But by the way you were watching her and by that tent in your pants I just thought maybe…”

For the first time I noticed that indeed my penis was as hard as it had ever been, and all of that just from Terry touching my wife’s knee. “I uh… I mean no I’m not a cuckold. That’s for sure. But… we are seriously new and so I guess I don’t know…”

“Well, now's the time to find out. Some guys find it easier to discover what they like and don’t by… well I don’t want to be too forward but, maybe just let your wife mingle. Leave her on her own for a while and let her chat and whatever, let loose. Often having a husband hovering like you are, deters things.” Terry leaned back with a grin. 

“I’m not leaving her alone.” I said flatly. Nervous about what that might mean. Lacy had not indicated she wanted to be alone at all.

He shrugged. “Suit yourself, but trust me. It’ll be easier in the long run if you let her free to explore and then either jump in or just sit back and let the lady have some fun.” Terry winked and got up. “Gotta hit the head myself, mind if I come back and we can keep chatting or do you want me to ship it?”

His question seemed sincere. But I just shrugged and let him walk off without an answer.

I sat for a few minutes, alone. The blunt questions had put me on edge but also gotten me aroused. Was this what swinging really was? My thoughts twisted and turned as I sat and continued sipping my drink.

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“Saw you chatting up that pretty redhead. Any luck?” Charlie asked when Terry came out of the restroom.

Terry smiled. “She’s a newbie. Like, brand new. Deflowered on her honeymoon, new.” He winked and nudged his friend.

Charlie was a bit husky, but it was all muscle. His face had a rough amount of beard that was dark brown, almost black that matched his short hair. The man chuckled. “Well damn! That’d be a catch.”

“Oh she is. She’s timid, but fiery. You know, all those stories and sayings about redheads, guess for her they are true.”

The men laughed.

“Only problem is she’s clinging a bit to the husband and he’s not even sure what he wants.” Terry ran a hand through his hair thoughtfully. 

“So, what? You wanna tag team this?” Charlie asked, looking around for a minute wondering where his own wife had gotten off to.

“Oh, looking for Hannah? Saw her chatting up George about ten minutes ago, probably already went to a room.” Terry said, patting Charlie on the shoulder.

He smiled. “She really does like him. Anyway, since she’s off on her own, I assume Susan is…”

“Yep.” Terry grinned.

“Guess that leaves it to us.”

Terry nodded, still grinning. “Wonder if the curtains match the drapes.”

The guys chuckled and started making their way back to the atrium.

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“Great, now I need to pee.” I muttered and stood up.

Lacy hadn’t made it back yet but as soon as I stood up she appeared maneuvering through the crowds of people.

“Where are you going?” She asked, a little nervous when she saw me standing.

“You had your turn to pee, now it’s mine.” I smiled and squeezed her arm and gave her cheek a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and went back to the couch.

I did my business in a hurry, a little afraid to leave Lacy alone but also not wanting to be alone myself. I passed Terry on the way to the restroom but didn’t think about it. Maybe he was going back to chat with Lacy, maybe he was trying his luck elsewhere. At that moment I just really needed to relieve myself.

When I got back to the couch, it was empty.

Panic set in quickly. I looked around and for nearly five minutes I didn’t see anyone resembling my wife or any glimpse of her. Asking if anyone had seen her seemed stupid considering the masks we were all wearing but just as I was about to go to security to ask I finally saw a flash of silver and red hair.

Lacy was on the other side of the atrium walking in between two men, one of which, I realized, was Terry. They were talking and Lacy laughed as someone cracked a joke.

I watched. She’d just left me. Went with two complete strangers. Where? Why?

I started making my way through the people towards her and wanted to call out but held my tongue. I didn’t want to look stupid or desperate. Besides, it wasn’t a crime to talk with other men or walk with them. Making Lacy think I was a jealous, possessive husband was the last thing I wanted.

They stayed ahead of me by several yards, walking away from the open areas and plants towards the back wall where there were several doors leading to several different rooms. A sign was posted at every few feet telling the rules and uses of the rooms. Each one had a lock that when closed with a time lock. This was so people wouldn’t stampede or crowd into a room like a sporting arena’s bathroom at halftime. It could be opened from the inside and of course there was security posted in every room so if there were any non consensual activities they could be stopped immediately.

Terry put an arm around Lacy’s waist as they continued talking, her smile wide as he charmed her with his wit. Or at least that’s what I imagined. His hand inched lower than her waist to the side of her behind that was more pronounced thanks to the silver dress. The other man was leaning in and whispering something and touching her arm as he opened the door to one of the rooms.

For a second Lacy looked nervous and her footsteps halted. But it was only for a step and then she was chuckling and stepping into the room. Terry was right behind her and the other man after him and the door shut quickly and a bouncer that was standing next to it moved in front to block entry.

Shit!

I rushed over but the bouncer politely but firmly held up his hand to stop me. “Sorry, gotta wait.”

“What? Wait? Why?” My heart was pounding and my words came out smashed together.

“Rules. Can’t have a constant flow in and out of rooms. Gotta wait ten minutes between entry groups.”

I stared and tried to wrap my head around this rule and idea but most of my blood had left my brain. “Listen, that was my wife…”

The man’s eyebrow rose. “Yeah? Lucky you. She’s very lovely. But what’s your point?”

I was getting frustrated but managed to keep my cool. The last thing I wanted was to piss off the powers that be in the club and get kicked out. Who knows what would happen to my wife if I wasn’t here. But then again, I already was here and she’d gone into a room with two strangers. Taking a few quick breaths and closing my eyes I calmed down as best I could and took a step back.

The guard awkwardly looked over me and past me, as if he were actually some Secret Service agent protecting the President. I waited, tapping my foot and biting my lip as the minutes ticked by. I was starting to panic. Lacy was safe. This bouncer in front of me may have been baring my way, but there were other bouncers in all the rooms and all around to ensure safety. Those men wouldn’t hurt her… But still. How had they gotten her to go with them?

The answer was pretty simple really. Some men just had the charm. They could sweet talk a girl to dance, then to bed all in one fell swoop. When it came to me, I was still surprised I’d been able to get Lacy to say yes to a date. Surprised even more when she said yes to marrying me. Flabbergasted when she told me she wanted children with me. I was thankful every day I had been blessed with her. But I was far from a charmer and these two men had just laid on their wiles thick with my wife and gotten her alone.

We never should have done this.

Tick. Tick Tick.

Anything could be happening. And all of those thoughts played before me as I stood at the door waiting. Waiting.

What would I be walking in on? Were there others in the room besides the men and my wife and the guard? My mouth was dry and stomach clenching with the possibilities.

I tapped my foot impatiently. The bouncer looked at his watch.

Finally, the man nodded and stepped aside.

 I nearly tripped over my own feet as I opened the door and stepped inside.

It was a typical master bedroom, with a king bed in the center with amazingly rich silk purple sheets.The windows had their curtains pulled. Lights were dim with a red tint making everything look sensual and romantic. Above the bed was a spotlight, not overly bright but enough to illuminate the bed and a small amount surrounding it. I immediately felt the presence of others in the room. Not just a security guard whom I spied in the far corner from the door, but a few other couples surrounding the bed, softly whispering or kissing, it was a little hard to tell due to the shadows.

Finally I spotted Lacy and my heart nearly stopped.

Terry stood next to her, her face turned to him with her chin in his hand. Their lips were parting. Skin sticking a little as he moved back from what obviously had been an intimate kiss. I saw Lacy’s eyes flutter a little behind her eye mask. 

“See? Wasn’t that nice?” Terry asked, still holding her chin and keeping her gaze on him and away from the door and me.

Lacy swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling deep. “I… I mean yeah…” She whispered. Almost too low to hear from where I was standing.

The other man that she had entered with was in front of her kneeling down, and caressing her long legs all the way up to the hem of the dress. He looked up at her but his eyes seemed to go to Terry.

“Now Lacy, think you’re comfortable enough to lift your dress like Charlie asked?”

Lacy trembled but Terry kept his firm grip on her chin. “I… I don’t know. I should probably go find Matt…”

“Don’t worry about Matthew. You said this was his idea so just relax. I’m betting he left you alone on purpose.” Terry chuckled.

I was nearly enraged at the lie but I couldn’t move. A deep deep part of me didn’t want to break this spell.

Again she swallowed. “I… guess it wouldn’t hurt…” She reached down and began to lift the dress.

“Slow Lacy. No rush.” Charlie chuckled his hands till on her thighs.

“How many kids did you say you had Lacy?” Terry asked moving closer, his breath on her face and mouth as she looked at him.

“Um, two girls.” She answered as she slowed her pace lifting the silver material up and up.

“That’s great. You’re a married mom. I honestly think those are the best sort of women who should be coming to these events.” Terry smiled and his lips met hers again so gentle and light that it almost wasn’t even a kiss.

Charlie gave a whistle. “Very nice Lacy!”

Her skirt was finally up around her waist revealing a set of underwear I had never seen before. The thong was completely, and I mean completely sheer. It’s the sort of thing you’d ask someone why they were even wearing it, if it hid nothing. Skin tight, it was plastered to her vagina, and even more surprising was it was bald.

My penis was so hard and leaking so much, I'm sure there was a spot on my suit pants.

Not once had I ever seen my wife bald before. I’d asked several times but she’d put it off saying it was too much trouble and I should be happy with her lovely red fuzz. But now here she was with a barely existent thong and her vagina, a beautiful puffy innie mound, bald as could be. A silver garter belt was clinging and making her tummy puff out in a muffin top. As slim as she was she still hadn’t gotten rid of that mom weight.

Lacy was panting as Terry moved back and looked down with Charlie as well as the other folks in the room. They were standing in the light of the bed, at its edge.

“Oh!” Terry’s eyes widened behind the mask. “Well look at that! A bald mom!”

There was some chuckling and giggling from around the room.

“Goodness Lacy you sure know how to put on a show.” Terry let go of her chin finally and stood back. Charlie got to his feet and stood next to his friend. “Why don’t you turn a little and let us see.”

Lacy stood petrified looking at the two men and somewhat oblivious to the others in the room also starring in the shadows. “I…” She started, then shut her mouth and with red cheeks started to turn, keeping the dress pulled up around her waist.

When her back side came into view, it was small and round and split by the sheer material of the thong clinging tight.

“Nice ass.” Charlie said. “Mind bouncing it a bit Lacy?” He asked, putting on a smile behind his dark beard.

Lacy looked back. “Uh… like… like this?” She bounced on her toes in her heels and the little behind gave a jiggle.

Charlie whistled again.

I couldn’t believe she was doing this. What sort of spell had these men cast on my wife that she was showing herself off for them? Something I often had to beg for.

“Damn Lacy, that Mom ass is amazing. Matthew is a really lucky guy. Pull it apart, I wanna see how small that thong is. Was it going to be just for him?” Charlie asked.

Lacy was beet red. “I… I mean yeah we… I just thought we were gonna leave pretty quick so I was going to… surprise him.” Even as she spoke her hands moved back and slowly rested on her cheeks, small handfuls, and began pulling them open to reveal the thin material pulled tight against her pink butthole.

“Well… I think…” Terry took a step forward and crouched a little, face even with my wifes ass. “I have a better idea. Mattthew is probably off on his own flirting, like I said he probably left you alone on purpose to explore. Good husbands do that.” He reached out and touched her hand that was holding her cheek open, his wedding ring hand over her wedding ring hand. “No need for him to know he missed out on something new.” Terry grinned up at Lacy devilishly. “Why not have some fun, and then go home and wait till you’ve grown the hair back. Act like you’re upset he made you come here and left you alone. Nothing harsh mind, just a little tease to build that sexual tension. It’s good in a marriage.” He chuckled and looked back down at my wifes barely covered mound and anus.

“I… you mean don’t let him know I was bald?” Lacy is trembling in her heels. “I… but… he’s never seen it and… well… that means only you’ve seen…” She was confused. A part of me worried that maybe they had slipped something in her drink but I didn’t think so. She was coherent. Awake. She was responding and answering questions and requests. My wife was doing this on purpose.

Terry stood back up and started to unzip his pants. “Lacy, it’s beautiful and I think it’s great you’re sharing it with us. But let’s keep it between us.” He smirks.

Lacy stood still like a deer in the headlights as Charlie was unzipping too. “Now… I think you know what you should do right now… right?” Terry asked, both the men’s zippers were down and the room was holding its breath.

This was a turning point. If Lacy did something then she was most likely agreeing to this sort of secret. But would she actually keep it? Not tell me that she had shaved herself completely and let other men see her? But not me?

Lacy dropped her dress and turned back around. I saw a flash of that strength I knew she had, a determination. She had made a decision.

My wife squatted down, her bottom resting on her heels and thighs apart pushing the dress up so that her panties and vagina were on full display. Squatting in front of both the men, they took a step closer, she took a deep breath and reached out first for Terry. Reaching into his pants and pulling out a long penis that was easily a couple inches longer than mine. She gasped as it flopped out, semi hard. Terry chuckled at her innocent surprise. “First time seeing  a new one?” He asked.

“I… I mean… yeah…” She admitted as she turned to Charlie and reached into his pants, pulling out the man’s penis. It wasn’t longer than mine as far as I could tell, but it was thick. Heavy. Lacy audibly gulped as she saw it.

Two men’s cocks were now right in front of her and she was squatting down like some sort of whore with her panties and privates all on display. The underwear was plastered against her, making a cameltoe as it slipped up a little along the curves of her labia.

“Be a good girl Lacy. Come on. It’s okay.” Terry encouraged.

I was dumbfounded. I’d pestered Lacy to shave or something for years, but she’d never done it. Not once. At best she had trimmed the red hair nicely but never had I seen it like this. Now it was on display for this whole room of strangers. These two men before her with their penis’s out as she was squatting eye level with them.

Was this really happening? Maybe my drink had been spiked and this was all a fever dream.

“I’m really not…sure.” Lacy said. She looked back and forth between the two men’s cocks semi hard before her.

“I promise it’s fine, Lacy. I saw your husband wandering over to chat with some other women. We are going to take great care of you.”

I wanted to jump forward and yell that he was lying. I’d just gone to pee. What the fuck was going on. How could she be falling for something so obviously false?

My wife stayed still, the room quiet wondering what she would do. She kept looking up at Terry and Charlie and then back at the cocks so close to her face. “I’m… not…”

“Lift your dress up a bit more dear.” Charlie interrupted her. “We need to get a better look at that ass. Moms have the best behinds honestly.” Charlie smiled down at her with a hearty chuckle.

Lacy seemed to lose her train of thought. “Like this?” She asked. It was amazing how innocent she was seeming as she lifted the back side of her silver dress and exposed the back of her thong, so tightly pulled between her cheeks. It was a magnificent sight.

“Perfection!” Charlie stepped to the side a little more, now fully to her right while Terry was to her left. His eyes were on her ass.

Terry reached down and took Lacy’s hand, the one with the wedding ring I’d slipped on her finger nearly fifteen years ago. He firmly, but carefully, placed her hand on his penis. “It’s okay Lacy. Like I said, we are gonna take great care of you.”

Her hand closed around his length, almost like a reflex. She looked back over and up at Terry who was grinning down at her. Charlie reached down and slowly caressed her pushed out behind as she squatted. “Nice.” He muttered.

Lacy gasped when he touched her backside and her hand squeezed onto Terry’s cock which made him grunt softly. He moved forward just a little so his penis was nearly in her face with her hand grasping it. It was the lewdest I’d ever seen my wife. Thighs open, panties glued to her bald mound, ass exposed and being touched by two different men. Strangers.

My bulge was straining against my pants, painfully. Balls squeezing like I’d been denied an orgasm for days. I was watching my wife be coerced into…

Her hand started to move over Terry’s length. He was easily long enough to accommodate both her hands, but she kept her right hand on her thigh and her left began to slowly stroke up and down from his mushroom to his base.

“That’s it.” He encouraged putting his hands behind his back as if this were some sort of service and not an erotic encounter. “Go ahead, kiss it.”

The words echoed in my ears. I almost wanted to laugh. No way would she do that. Handjobs were her go-to for me. Sure I’d gotten some blow jobs for special occasions and fun nights but…

Lacy leaned in trembling as Charlie cupped her left ass cheeks and then gave it a slap. That slap made her gasp and suddenly her lips were meeting the purple tip of Terry’s penis. Kissing firm, hard, half taking that head into her mouth.

The eyes behind her mask looked up at Terry who was grinning like a kid in a candy store. “That’s it baby. Good girl. Your lips are great.” He nodded as if encouraging her to do more.

And more she did. Lacy kept looking up as her thighs trembled, squatting and starting to strain her muscles. She sucked his tip. Lips a beautiful pink against the throbbing dark head. Charlie was still on her other side, reaching down and slapping her other cheek. “Got a nice bounce to that mom ass.” He said with another deep chuckle.

My wife’s cheeks flushed, though if it was from Charlie’s comments or Terry watching her suck the head of his cock, I wasn’t sure.

Around the room soft sighs and murmurs drifted from the darkness as the other people were watching and touching themselves or their partners. Watching my wife as she took more of the new strange cock into her mouth. 

Terry groaned softly, a deep satisfied sound as her lips closed around the mushroom cap. “Fuck Lacy your husband’s a lucky man!” He finally reached around and gathered up her hair in one hand, holding it gently as if directing her. “Charlie you’ve gotta feel this.”

The husky man stood straight up, stopping his little spanks of her bottom and took a step closer. “Lacy, spread the love.” He smiled.

Terry pulled back still holding her hair. His penis came out with an audible pop. “Go ahead Lacy.”

She turned to look at Charlie’s heavy penis and then did the same she’d just done for Terry. Kissing his thick head and slowly slipping her lips over it and taking it into her mouth. Charlie grunted. “Oh fuck. Her mouth’s a freaking vacuum.”

Both men laughed looking down at my wife who was servicing them. For a minute she sucked on Charlie’s head and then moved back to Terry’s. Back and forth, soft sighs and moans from all three. The juicy sound of her lips and saliva coating these strangers' cocks, her breath catching as her eyes fluttered closed and for the first time in her life servicing two men. Two strange men.

The men watched her. Their lust was obvious on the parts of their faces that were exposed. Once in a while they muttered, “Good, good.” “That’s a fucking great mouth.” “Like that Lacy, good girl.”

She was lost to me. There was no question about it. Unless the bubble burst somehow my wife was going to be used by these men. I could break the spell of course. All I had to do was march over and expose the little lie Terry had told. But, then again, my wife knew what she was doing. She wasn’t some bimbo airhead. She was a teacher. Smart. Resourceful. Nothing these men had said would have fooled her unless it was something that she’d wanted to believe. That meant she wanted to believe I’d left her alone. Maybe she honestly did think this was what I wanted. For all she knew I really was off somewhere getting my own cock sucked.

Both men were rock hard now and Lacy was sucking down at least an inch of each more than their heads. They were groaning as she held their shafts in each hand stroking slowly as she alternated sucking Charlie then Terry then back to Charlie.

“Lacy. Get on the bed.” Terry finally said.

His cock popped out of her mouth. “Wh…what?” She asked looking up at them both.

“On the bed.” He repeated. He wasn’t being the gentle charmer now, though his voice didn’t have any sort of edge to it. This was an environment of erotic seduction, not force.

Lacy got to her feet, shakily. Squatting down had obviously put some strain on her muscles but she stepped back and sat on the bed.

“Slip the dress off for us please.” Terry instructed as he started undressing. Charlie was doing the same.

She watched them a second but then started slipping the straps of the dress off and let it fall forward exposing the completely transparent bra. She really had gone all out for tonight, thinking it would be all for me but now it was all for two strangers.

Charlie whistled. “Tiny tits! Fucking love it. Do they bounce at all?” The man teased as he stepped out of his pants, now completely naked, cock bouncing with his pulse.

Lacy blushed and didn’t answer. Terry stepped forward, nude now as well, and reached forward cupping her breasts and giving them a small little bounce. “Not much.” He commented with a grin.

She was red cheeked and astonished.

“Dress, off.” Terry said, stepping back.

With a hard swallow she shimmied the dress down and off. Exposing the lace garter belt around her softer stomach, giving it a little pudgy chub between it and the waistline of her sheer panties. The dress slipped to her feet, over her heels and finally to the floor.

“Lacy, I gotta say you are the smallest mom I’ve ever seen.” Terry said, stroking his cock. “Open your legs wider, heels up on the bed. We wanna see it all please.”

Trembling, Lacy obeyed. They had her charmed like some magician or hypnotist. She lifted her feet, knees up, and placed her heels on the side of the bed, leaning back on her hands and framing her vagina between her thighs in the thin material of her underwear.

I came. I couldn’t help it. I came standing there in the shadows watching as my wife put herself on display for two men stroking their cocks in front of her. Their tips were glistening with her spit. My wife was a slut!

Terry came forward and slowly pulled her legs further apart. “Pull those aside.” He whispered, motioning down to her panties.

With a trembling hand, Lacy reached down. From my vantage point I could still see her face but also everything between her legs. She was looking up into Terry’s face, cheeks pale and eyes nervous. His penis was hovering over her vagina as she slowly reached down, wedding ring glittering, and pulled aside the barely there material.

“Were you serious earlier? Only your husband has been here?” He asked as he tapped his shaft against her exposed bald innie mound.

Lacy whimpered. “Yes.” The word was a squeak of nerves and fear.

“Fuck it’s not often I get to do this. Lacy, this is really an honor.” He said and then to my utter horror and amazement and excitement, he pointed his tip to her smooth mound and slowly started to push forward.

At first the smooth flesh didn’t budge. It pressed and molded a little around his tip, but then slowly the labia parted, exposing the brilliant pink between and hidden under and his head found her vaginal tunnel. Terry groaned in real pleasure as he felt the ring of muscles squeezing and pushing back against him, but unable to resist. His head sank into my wife. His grunt of surprise and pleasure filled the room, mixed with the gasp from Lacy as she looked down stunned at what was happening.

“It’s okay Lacy. It’s okay. Just relax.” Terry soothed as Lacy trembled from just that very tip of his penis pushing to enter. He stayed still a moment and then pushed further sinking in more, and more, and then her vagina closed around the mushroom tightly and made it vanish. Their groans were something from a fever dream of sex and delight.

Lacy whimpered softly. A new man was inside her. How would she feel knowing I was watching from the shadows.

“Fuck you’re tight. Really have two kids?” Terry chuckled between a groan.

Her cheeks went crimson.

He held her thighs and began pushing forward as she lay back panting, her stomach rising and falling with a soft little ripple along the muffin top. Terry’s penis disappeared further, further, an inch more. Lacy whimpered again as he stretched her further. There was no doubt he was going to get deeper than I ever had.

“Good…mm…fuck, Lacy good girl… it’s okay just let me in.” He muttered to her watching his cock vanish inside my wife.

Lacy was beyond words, maybe just too ashamed or embarrassed or aroused to say anything as her hands fell to her sides. She just moaned as, inch by inch, a new man penetrated her.

In minutes he was in, to the depth my own cock would have gone and he still had at least two more inches. He held there as if feeling or realizing somehow that he was about to enter depths never explored before. Hands on her thighs he pulled her a little further to the edge of the bed in the spotlight and then…he thrust it all inside.

Lacy let out a sudden yelp, her back arched up and her gaze went down to Terry’s pelvis which was now pressing against her smooth mound. He was completely inside her. Filling her in a way I never had before.

“Oh fuck.” She muttered loud enough for the whole room to hear.

“Shit Lacy you’re fucking tight for a mom!” Terry groaned, pressing hard inside her.

Soft murmurs ripple around the room as others watch. Sighs as people touched or sucked or kissed. I couldn’t tell what was going on in the shadows and I honestly didn’t care anymore. I was transfixed on the love of my life taking what must have been eight inches of pure meat into her vagina. Her cheeks were red and her little chest was bouncing along with her stomach and thighs as Terry began to gain a rhythm. In and out slow and steady. Juices glistened on his shaft as he pulled out to the head and then slid back inside.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck… Charlie this pussy is intense. Wanna try?” Terry groaned and looked to his friend who was to the side watching stroking his own cock.

Lacy looked up in a sexual daze at what Terry said but couldn’t seem to muster a protest.

“I’m good with sloppy seconds.” He laughed with a hearty grin still stroking watching my wife’s body sweat and bounce from his friends' thrusts.

Terry just grunted in response and continued thrusting into Lacy’s depths holding her thighs open. “Oh holy shit Lacy, your husband is so selfish keeping this to himself. I told you…” he thrusts in his balls slapping her ass, “you need to share. It’s polite after all.” He laughed a little.

Laying back panting Lacy simply took the stranger into her. Over and over. Lips gripping him and pulling at him every time he slipped back out of her. Her mound gripped him tight, juices making the soft curves shine in the spotlight on the bed. Sweat broke out all over her, coating her skin and making her shine. 

I watched, completely cucked. My pants were wet from my ejaculation and I could only hope no one would notice. They were dark pants so there was a chance at least. The sight I was watching was hypnotic. Lacy’s little tits bouncing lightly, the soft slap of Terry’s balls and thighs against her ass. Soft grunts and moans filling the room and mixing with the other soft erotic sighs from the onlookers.

Then it hit me. Terry was inside her, bare.

She’s safe. We are safe. She can’t get pregnant.

The thoughts screamed in my head but it didn’t matter. Lacy was arching her back, pushing her sweaty breasts and hard pink nipples out, and taking another cock inside her bare. Bare into bald. She was panting as he got to depths she didn’t even know existed and I’d never even touched.

“Oh fuck…” She began to moan.

“That’s it.” Terry hissed, holding her legs wider and thrusting a bit more firmly. “Fuck. Mmm I knew you were gonna be a good fuck.” He grunted.

“Oh shit you’re deep…” Her husky moans were making my skin break out in goosebumps.

Terry chuckled and grunted simultaneously as he gripped her hips and pulled her a bit closer, her butt falling off the edge of the bed as he held her and began thrusting a little faster. “Fuck…fuck…” He groans each time. “Shit. Bald…cunt…you’re so fucking tight Lacy…look at it.” He reached up and put a hand behind her head pulling her closer and looking down at his cock entering her over and over. “That’s my married cock in you. Feel it? See it? I told you… you’d love it.” He was starting to sweat too, their fluids mingling as he put his forehead to hers and was obviously starting to approach the point of no return.

Lacy’s eyes were wide behind her mask. I could see them so clearly. Watching in awe at the cock thrusting into her as if she’d never seen anything like it. “Yes… there….like that…I want it…I want it…”

I groaned at her words, but they were lost in the mixture of others watching and making their own lewd noises. My cock was already spent, it was rare if I could go more than once a day unless I could get properly worked up. It seemed I’d blown enough of a load to be limp for days.

Terry pulled her chin up and looked in Lacy’s eyes. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside your mom pussy. Ask me to. Ask me to do it.” He grunted animalistically as he thrust, his balls slapping her tiny ass and never slowing.

Lacy didn’t miss a beat. “Yes.” She gasped. “Yes, I want it. Cum inside me. I wanna feel it. Oh fuck it’s so deep please…” She started to shake, eyes closing.

“Oh holy fuck!” Terry groaned.

I knew exactly what he was feeling. Lacy was starting to cum. It was rare for her to cum during sex but when it happened her vagina became a vice lined in velvet. She was squeezing him. Her body was flushed and shaking. They lay together, Lacy’s legs up groaning as Terry stayed buried inside her his balls visibly pumping into her.

She was panting hard and fast. Sweat glistened on her skin as Terry slowly lifted up off her and slowly, very very slowly pulled out of her. Lips gripped on him, pulling as he popped out of her with a groan.

“Damn you’re a great fuck.” His cock was going limp and was wet with juices and cum. “Charlie, your turn?” He asked, stepping back.

I’d forgotten about Charlie, standing off to the side stroking his penis. He climbed onto the bed with a wide grin. “How was it?” He asked as he pushed some pillows to the back of the bed and lay down, stroking his cock.

Lacy blushed as she sat up slowly. She was covered in sweat, skin shiny and shimmering in the dim light over the bed. The sounds of others in the dark touching and kissing as well as being sexually attentive were filling the temporary silence. She looked over at Terry who was standing at the end of the bed with a satisfied grin, penis limp for the most part and messy. 

“I can’t believe I'm doing this.” She said as she turned over and knelt, facing Charlie.

“Believe it. Pretty wild the first time but you get used to it, in some ways anyway.” Charlie laughed amicably, jerking his penis like it was as normal as giving a thumbs up. “Why don’t you take the bra off Lacy, I wanna get a perfect view of those little tits.”

Lacy didn’t even hesitate this time. She reached back and unhooked the see through bra and slipped it off carefully tossing it to where her dress was laying.

Charlie nodded looking at them. Small handfuls, pink little nipples. “Alright love, on all fours and lets feel that mouth again.” He slapped his thighs and leaned back, hands behind his head as he watched my wife comply. Crawling between his somewhat chubby thighs and starting to kiss and lick around his thick head.

Her ass was out towards the audience. Towards me. Panties pulled aside, stretched over one of her little cheeks, I could see her asshole, pink and tight. I saw her smooth mound puffy from her recent fucking. And a slow trickle of white glazing cum dripping from her vagina and down to the bed.

Terry stepped forward holding his phone and pulled a cheek open wider and snapped a picture of her creamed pussy and gave her a spank. “Great view Lacy. Give the people a wiggle.”

Whatever inhibitions my wife had had were gone it seemed. She shook her little ass as she sucked Charlie nice and slow. I couldn’t tell from this angle if she was looking at him or not, but by the way he was staring down between his legs he was probably seeing what I saw when my lovely wife would give me head. Lovely eyes, big and full of desire while her pale lips slowly rubbed and gripped up and down his shaft.

I groaned, feeling my cock stir in my messed pants.

Charlie sighed. “Fuck that’s good Lacy. Yes, slow baby. Mmm…fuck, ready to feel me inside you?”

There was a soft murmur, her ass wiggled again.

“I wanna hear you say it.” Charlie smiled.

“I wanna feel your cock inside me.” My wifes words were full of lust and trembling with nerves.

“Hop up then darling. I wanna see this pretty mom impale herself.”

I watched spellbound as my wife climbed up and slowly squatted over Charlie's fat cock. My view of him was obscured by her sweaty bareback, her ass a lovely little heart as it lowered and touched against the man’s head. I saw her smooth mound part slow and a little drip of Terry’s cum starting to drip over it as she slowly slid a stranger inside her. I heard her breath hitch, her body stiffen as his head disappeared inside with soft moans all around the room, mixing with Lacy and Charlies.

“Shit!” He groaned. “You weren’t kidding. Oh man Lacy, your pussy is great!”

I felt a little pride. My wife was impressing these clearly experienced men. Other murmurs from around the room were also boosting that feeling that my wife was a spectacle to behold. If my wife said something back I couldn’t hear it. Charlie's hands found her waist, slim and pretty, and helped her slowly lower down and down and down. He wasn’t as long as Terry but clearly thicker as she moaned and shivered. Her back was straight as she was guided down and then finally her beautiful pale ass pressed to the man’s heavy balls.

“Good…” Charlie sighed.

She rose up and then down slowly riding him, her cheeks slapping against his thighs softly as people watched and unknown to her, her husband watching and feeling all at once humiliated and turned on. This is what I’d wanted after all. To go swinging. To try this out. But I thought I’d be having the adventure, not Lacy. Or… well I guess I’m not sure what I expected to happen.

I couldn’t tell you how long she rode him slow and steady, working up a sweat and lathering up cum and cream around her smooth mound and Charlie's base. Minutes… hours? Time was an illusion.

Soon she was rising faster. Moving her hips and her ass bouncing against him and she leaned forward, his arms gripping her ass as they both were getting more and more aroused.

“Like that…yeah, fucking grip it, fuck it…” Charlie was grunting and his nails were digging into my wife's cheeks as his cock went fully in over and over.

“Yes…yes…oh fuck so thick…” She was gasping out and arching, sweat flying.

Finally Charlie was pounding hard and fast as his orgasm got the better of him. Grunting fiercely as his balls tightened and I saw the second load of the night getting shot into my wifes pussy.

“Oh…oh holy fuck!” Lacy groaned and stiffened as a stranger blasted his cum into her.

“Yeah fuck ohhhh shit yes.” Charlie gasped out.

I turned away. As erotic as it was I just couldn’t watch any more. My penis was aching. Wanting to get hard again but my emotions and my own physical limitations getting in the way. I was shaking. My pants dark, but the mess already dry thankfully. Behind me I heard the gasps and groans of sex still happening. Was Charlie still fucking her even after cumming inside? Was she just riding him even though he was done?

The room was dark but the light was enough. I found the door with a bouncer standing next to it, idly watching me with a look in his eye that said he knew I was the husband. How many times had this guy seen something like this or worse, or should I say better?

I left the room and went back out into the main area, feeling cool air and finally being able to breathe again. The oppression of the sexual tension in that room had been so heavy, it had been like being on another planet with more gravity. My breath came in pants as I walked away and went to find a drink.

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I was back in the atrium. Sitting on a couch and drinking what had to be my third rum and coke. But even with all that alcohol I didn’t even feel a buzz. I was far too sober from what I’d just witnessed. It had only been twenty minutes after I’d left, downing those first two drinks had been something of a dream and now I was nursing this third and seeing the images of my wife sucking two strangers, of having her pussy fucked deep, of having two men cum inside her. My heart pounded with the memories and my blood thrummed.

Was she still there having sex? Did others join?

I shut my eyes and put the cold glass to my forehead, hearing the soft clink of ice and glass.

“You okay honey?”

Lacy’s voice made me jump and a little splash of my drink fell into my lap. A happy little accident that covered the slight stain of my ejaculation from earlier. Lacy stepped back with wide eyes at my surprise. Her dress was back on and looked like it hadn’t even been ruffled. Her hair was a little matted, but that could easily have been from the warm atmosphere in the club. She hadn’t worn a great deal of make up so nothing had run or been smeared from her encounter. For all intents and purposes she looked as if she’d just gone for a little stroll and come back.

It was a struggle to keep my eyes up and on her face instead of looking down to her legs, to the dress clinging around her waist and hiding what was beneath.

Her smile lit up her face. “I lost you for a while…” There was a break in her voice. “Uh, I got caught up in chatting for a while. Did you… find any uh, fun?” The brightness in her eyes was good at hiding the nerves I saw there. 

It wasn’t difficult to figure out what was going on in her head. She’d gone off with two strangers and fucked them without me knowing or saying it was okay. On top of that, that man, Terry, had seemingly convinced her not to tell me. Would she go through with that? Was it a betrayal? My feelings were just as conflicted, which made it even stranger when I smiled back calmly and leaned forward. “Naw, just been chatting with some people too. No action tonight.”

My wife sat down next to me, smoothing her dress under her and leaning her head on my shoulder with a sigh. “Well, I can’t say I’m not having fun. It’s nice to dress up and be an adult for a while.”

I chuckled with her and patted the hand she put on my knee.

“Sorry I made you spill your drink. I hope it doesn’t stain.” She looked down at my pants.

I shrugged. “Not a big deal. I think it’ll wash out.” I didn’t tell her I was talking more about my cum than the drink.

“Wanna head home?

“Sure.” I stood up and took her hand. Arm and arm we started walking through the crowds towards the entrance. Lacy’s hips swaying a bit more suggestively than when we had first arrived.

A buzz sounded and Lacy looked into her purse, the glow of her phone lighting up the little dark compartment. Her cheeks reddened for a second and she closed the bag.

“Was that the sitter?” I asked. It obviously wasn’t but… it seems I’d committed myself to the charade of pretending I hadn’t seen my wife used by two men.

“Hmm? Oh no, uh… no I just swapped a number with a couple…ahem, a couple people after some conversations. Just one of them saying hi.”

I nodded and did my best not to let the jealousy and desire to know eat me alive as we left and drove home.

The house was pleasantly quiet. It was so rare to have a kid free house. No television. No music. No yelling and laughing and all other manner of noises that children seemed to conjure from the depths. I sat down on my side of the bed and cautiously watched my wife walk into the bathroom, her behind still swaying nicely as she disappeared behind the door. It shut with a soft click that somehow seemed final.

We hadn’t talked much on the way back. A little banter back and forth about how nice the club had been and the people were generally nice. But not once did Lacy let on that she had had sex with someone else, let alone two other men in front of an audience. The whole drive she stared out the window in a dreamlike state as she answered any little question I tossed her way. It was like it never happened. Like we hadn’t been separated for nearly an hour. An hour of many new experiences for the both of us.

Now that we were home it felt like the window was closing for the truth to come out. If it didn’t then… then what?

I tried to consider the possibilities as I slipped my shoes off and started getting undressed. The sound of the shower coming on startled me. I listened intently as my wife stepped into the shower and shut the black glass door. For a minute I waited and then finally temptation got the better of me. I gently opened the door and peeked inside. Lacy’s dress was on the floor along with her lingerie in a small pile off to the side. The shower was shut and billows of steam were rising as she rinsed and hummed to herself, unaware I was watching.

With gentle steps I went to the pile of clothes and picked up the thin pair of panties. Any thoughts of tonight being a dream were quickly blown away when I saw the thick stains and smears of semen all over the gusset of Lacy’s panties. Two mens cum, leaking from her pussy all the way home.

I swallowed back my rising stomach acid and put the panties back where I’d found them and slipped back out into the room. Lacy had put her purse on the dresser. I quickly pulled her phone out and looked at the most recent message she’d gotten before we had left the club.

It was a photo of Lacy laying back on the bed she had been on in the room, her legs open wide and eyes looking up at the camera. Her vagina was puffy and slightly open, leaking thick streams of cum. The message was short and simple. “Glad you had a good time. See you soon.”

It was from Terry.

I put the phone back and finished getting undressed. Slipped into bed and shut my eyes, but only enough to make it look like I was asleep.

A few minutes passed before the bathroom door opened and Lacy stepped out of the steamy bathroom holding her clothes, naked but dry. She glanced my way, cheeks red though if it was from the shower or embarrassment I wasn’t sure. Her footsteps were light as she went to the hamper and put the clothes in, pushing them towards the bottom. I wanted to laugh. How many times had I done that when I was a teen, pushing my soiled socks or underwear to the bottom trying to hide the evidence of my teenage hormones.

I watched her in the shadows and dim light from the bathroom as she walked, nude, to the dresser and pulled out her phone. She looked at it for a moment and then looked back towards me. My eyes were only open a fraction and I was laying in the shadows. She couldn’t see me staring as she stood with her legs apart and snapped a photo of her smooth pussy and then sent it as a message.

My cheeks burned and my stomach clenched. Whatever little door had still been open for the truth to come out was closed. My wife was going to cheat on me, she already had. And strangely she’d done it with my permission…sort of. This whole night had been my idea, so whatever happened was on me.

She quickly put her phone away and pulled out a pair of granny panties, simple satin full back pink panties that she usually wore and then a plain t-shirt. After that she slipped into bed and to my surprise snuggled up to me, pressing her little chest to my back and leaning into my ear.

“If you’re awake…I love you.” Her breath was hot. Her words felt so heavy and true. “I love you so so much. No matter what. I promise…thanks for tonight…” Her voice caught and there was a long pause. “Thanks for not stopping it.”

My breathing stopped.

“Thanks for trusting me.” She kissed my neck and then held my waist tight and snuggled in behind me. She was the big spoon tonight.

I’m not sure when I started to breathe again, but by the time I did my wife’s own breath was coming slow and rhythmic. I listened to her as she slept soundly cuddled close to me and wondered, not for the last time, what I’d gotten myself into.