Our Evolving Marriage - Ch 02 (Patreon)

Pleasures of the Morning

I’m not sure how I got to sleep. My mind had been racing so fast with so many thoughts and fantasies and nightmares that I suppose that I just finally shut down. When I opened my eyes the sun was streaming through our window and I could smell bacon.

Lacy’s side of the bed was cold, sheets thrown aside.

Getting up was slow, like I’d run a marathon yesterday and was feeling the after effects. I looked towards the hamper where Lacy had stashed her soiled clothes and briefly thought about going and pulling them out to look. Was last night just a dream? The panties would be the proof.

I shook my head and went to the bathroom, pushing thoughts of cum leaking into my wifes panties aside. Relieving myself and then splashing water on my face I was starting to feel more aware, hearing the soft sounds of my wife in the kitchen. I couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever. I had to go and face her.

She knew I was awake last night. She knew I’d seen her at the club. All those unanswered questions and nightmares from last night were starting to swim back to the top of my mind. But I couldn’t find it in me to be truly mad. We had gone to the club to swing and that’s exactly what my wife had done. It wasn’t my fault I didn’t go and explore. And for her to be shy about sharing her first ever extramarital experience was natural. Especially when it had been with two men and in front of a small crowd. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought Lacy would do that. Swap partners? Sure. But to be such a… slut!

My cock went rigid almost immediately, remembering the scene of Terry, a man she’d met only a half hour before at best, sliding his bare cock inside her smooth pussy. Smooth! I hadn’t even felt my wifes pussy bald before and there she was sharing it with a stranger!

I slapped my cheeks and tried to think of dead puppies. I threw on some pajama bottoms and started down the hall to the kitchen. Lacy stood behind the breakfast bar, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail that was brilliantly red in the sun that was pouring through the window over the sink behind her. A white apron was pulled tight across her front as she was stirring a bowl full of pancake batter. On the stove were a couple of pans, one with eggs cooking and the other with bacon sizzling.

Lacy hummed to herself as she stirred and swayed to a song in her head, a little flour on her cheek as she was smiling.

She was beautiful. All those thoughts of infidelity flew out of my head, and though I was still worried and my stomach was twisting at the memories I heard the words she’d spoken last night before falling asleep: “I love you” and “Thank you for trusting me”.

I did trust her. I did love her. And if it came to a fight I would put up one hell of a war to keep her.

My wife’s pretty green eyes looked up from the batter and met mine. The smile on her face grew three sizes. “Morning sleepy head!” Her voice was full of excitement and pep. 

“Morning.” I grinned back.

“Take a seat. The pancakes won’t take long.” She motioned to one of the bar stools and put her mixing bowl aside and checked the pancake skillet. “Sleep okay?”

I grunted a noncommittal response. I’d slept well enough that I didn’t feel groggy but it had been plagued with so many dreams it was hard to call it good sleep.

She looked up at me as she scooped out some batter and started to pour it on the skillet making a large perfectly round pancake, batter starting to turn golden within moments. “Are… you okay?” There was genuine concern in her voice.

Letting out a deep sigh, biting my lip in thought I finally answered. “Yeah. I… I’m okay… are you?”

Her head bobbed. “Yeah. Slept pretty hard.”

“Not…sore are you?” It was hardly tactful but I couldn’t bring myself to just outright ask if she was sore from getting fucked by two new men.

Lacy’s cheeks went red as she poured another pancake and traded the ladle for a spatula. “Um…a little. It was… a bit of a strenuous night.”

I stayed silent. I didn’t want to push her but…

She cleared her throat as she started to flip one of the cakes. “Matt… I want to be clear… Or… well, rather…” She flipped the other and kept her eyes down. “How much did you see?”

I rested my elbows on the counter and put my face in my hands. “Well…” I started and my throat clenched. “Well, I saw… all of it.”

The spatula scraped against the skillet and I saw her flinch a little. So she hadn’t seen me the entire time. When had she noticed I was there?

She let the first two cakes cook then slid them onto a plate and started two more. “Okay…” Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, nibbling her lip, she continued. “So then you saw me…ahem… have sex with Terry and Charlie.”

“Didn’t really catch their names.” I lied. Not sure why, but names hardly seemed to matter in this matter.

“Yeah…” She nodded slowly, flipping the cakes. “Well… um, I don’t know what you heard if anything…”

“When did you notice me?” I blurted.

Lacy looked up with eyes that looked red with unshed tears and worry. I quickly reached over and took her free hand. “It’s okay, Lacy. I’m not…mad. I… I guess if anything I’m just worried. I didn’t hear a ton but… I did hear T…Terry telling you that I was probably off somewhere with another woman. I wasn’t.”

She chuckled. “Honey, Terry thought he was being clever but… I know you wouldn’t have gone off without telling me.” Not like I did was a silent addition that neither of us spoke. I wasn’t going to hold that against her. For better or worse had been spoken on our wedding day and I meant it. “And…he said some things that… well it was just erotic, in the moment, but I want you to know I’m not going to lie to you.” Her eyes met mine. “I didn’t say anything last night because I was still processing. But I was always going to tell you, or at least tell you as much as you wanted to hear.”

Our hands gripped each other as if we were on the edge of a cliff trying to save each other. I nodded and leaned over the counter and kissed her quickly. “I know.” I said. But part of me hadn’t honestly been sure.

She quickly moved the cakes from the skillet before they burned. Starting two more, the last two she turned from me, taking the batter bowl to the sink. When she moved away from the counter her backside was exposed. I nearly choked. She wasn’t wearing anything under the apron. It was like a cliche fantasy, her ass cheeks a little dusty from flour as she walked slowly and deliberately swaying her little hips as she went to the sink. Looking over her shoulder she grinned almost wickedly.

“So… can you think of anything else you might want for breakfast?” She wiggled her behind playfully.

I sat back on the stool slowly staring. “Oh…uh…um…”

“I figure I owe you something… I snuck away last night, sorta, and well… I may have had fun but…” Her cheeks were pink and beautifully innocent. “I missed you.”

She stayed there, leaning against the counter with her ass out towards me, bare smooth legs going for days. Looking over her shoulder biting her lip with her emerald eyes looking at me with curious longing.

“I… well… I guess I need to see the… the menu.” I said lamely unsure how hard I should lean in to her playful request.

My wife’s giggle was like a bubbling spring, so fresh. I was a man in a desert hearing it and desperately needing a drink. Lacy lifted a foot and easily placed it up on the counter, leg up high and fully exposing her pussy and asshole to me. Her hand went to her little ass cheek and pulled it open more for a perfect view from behind, flour and batter smearing the pale skin of her bottom. “Well…we have… two options… but they are reasonably priced.” Those beautiful eyes were sultry.

I quickly had a dose of reality as I worried about the food. My eyes went to the stove but it was off and so was the skillet. The pancakes were stacked nicely and waiting on a plate with a bottle of syrup next to them.

My breath was caught in my chest every time I tried to take a deeper breath. Lacy wasn’t a prude by any means, but this sort of play and sensuality wasn’t something I’d ever expected. We’d played our games here and there, mostly before kids. After the kids came we had moments here and there, especially when we had started about swinging, but this was a whole new level.

Her smooth vagina was on full display as she bent a little more to push her behind out and angle her sex towards me to show the plump beautiful line that I’d watched be stretched by two others last night. My cock was painfully hard as I stared at her, tenting my pajama pants. She stood patiently waiting, watching me. Who knew what she was thinking but it was obvious she was giving herself to me to do as I pleased.

I grabbed the syrup and walked around the counter, trying to be confident as I marched towards her. She started to put her leg down but I quickly gave her thigh a little slap. “Keep it up.” My voice cracked. I wanted it to sound authoritative but it came out more like a teenager going through puberty seeing her first girl naked.

She gave a gasp at the slap but quickly put the leg back up, eyes going to mind and darting just a second to the syrup I was holding.

I stood next to her and took her hand. “Bend over.” 

The doubt that had gone through her eyes only for a second was gone. She turned, putting her hands on the counter, bending more at the waist with her leg up and offering herself to me. Her perfect ass went high, her legs spread a little more, exposing her dripping pussy and asshole in a way I’d only dreamed about. I took a step closer, putting my face in her neck and running my teeth along the smooth flesh with her hair tickling my nose. Her ass wiggled a little, making me harden more, my cock now uncomfortably pressing against my pajamas. 

I popped the cap on the syrup and gently poured it over her ass and the slit of her pussy as she wiggled. It oozed down into the crack, darkening her ass as she stayed bent over. I straightened a little as I poured more and more. I watched as the syrup ran between her cheeks, gathering around her little pink rosebud. It dripped in thick streams down to the valley of her pussy and along the soft contours of the mound, defying gravity as it moved upwards towards her clit before gathering into small droplets and in sticky lengths falling towards the kitchen floor, beginning to make a little brown puddle.

Lacy shiver and bit her lip glancing back at me a bit awed and nervous.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised at my own actions. We’d never really done any food play before. But something primal in me was alive and burning. I’d watched my wife get taken by two thick cocks, filling her with hot white cum and done nothing about it. My heart was pounding as I watched her anus glisten with the amber liquid and her vagina become slowly coated in a thin sheen of syrup. She looked delicious. I had to have her. I wanted her. I needed her. I kept seeing Terry’s cock sink into her over and over. Saw Charlie stretching her as she moaned. But she was my wife. Mine.

It was an effort to get my pajama pants over my erection. Standing as stiff as I’d ever been, throbbing and purple/red. Trembling, I stepped close and let the tip of my penis touch the pooled syrup at her anus and slowly swirled it. Lacy gasped loud. Her head turned, staring at me. She wasn’t an anal virgin, we’d done it a few times, but I’d always asked first. This morning there wasn’t going to be any asking for what I wanted. I was just going to take it. That primal force deep down in my chest was bubbling and growling, it stirred my blood.

I trailed my penis down from the little star towards her amber coated pussy and rubbed it up and down the slit slow and delicately. My cock was pulling and trailing strings of sticky sugar as I moved, more of it dripping onto my shaft.

“Oh…fuck honey.” Lacy whispered, her hips and body trembled as she turned away, forehead down on the counter and hands gripping to steady herself.

“Better feeling then Terry?” I asked lightly, not sure if I should venture into this sort of talk but I just couldn’t hold the words back.

She panted softly for a minute, her apron hanging about her waist and loosely around her chest as she was bent over. I started to untie it from the small of her back, still rubbing my tip against her. “Terry was so big.” She whispered.

I gave her ass a slap.

Lacy yelped.

I pressed my head against her folds and they started to part, the sticky syrup dripping strings and little webs along the valley as it opened and my penis nestled into the small hole that was there. It was on fire. Burning like an oven ready for me to put in my raw meat.

That solid minute was pure ecstasy akin to our wedding night. I pushed slowly, the slick sticky syrup a strange sort of lubricant as my head slipped passed her mound and her hole stretched and tightened around it. “Oh fuck.” I groaned, gripping her hips tight as I slowly slid in further. Further.

“Honey…oh shit, honey God it feels good.” There wasn’t any playfulness in her voice. No note of exaggeration. I could feel inside her and it was like molten lava.

I pushed further. Watching myself disappear and her vagina squeeze and mold around me along with the amber sugar coating and dripping down my shaft and balls. The combination of heat and cold from the syrup had me shaking as I pressed forward slowly and steady as my wife clenched around me.

“Fuuuuuck.” She let out a long low groan. “Oh honey…oh yes please….” She was whispering in a husky sultry voice full of desire. Like me I could feel something growling inside her, skin breaking out in goosebumps and a slick film of sweat coating her pale flesh as I slid further and further and then finally bottomed out, my balls pressed against her bald mound firmly and sticky against her.

Both of us groaned loudly. Thank goodness the kids were with their mother in law. We would have woken them up, probably woke the neighbors.

She was a vice inside. A perfect fit. I held myself inside and she gently pushed back against me a little, smearing the syrup from her ass cheeks over my midsection and stomach. It peeled away with a soft slurp and sticky pull as I slid myself out and then thrust back in making Lacy cry out and her ass ripple.

“Yes. Oh fuck me!” She looked back, eyes red rimmed and full of unshed tears. “Take me back honey. Make me yours again.”

Those words released whatever monster was clawing to be set free. I gripped her hips hard, nails digging in and thrust again hard and deep. My hips slapped her ass and made the syrup splash. I was grunting and growling like a beast. The sounds of sex echoing out in the open kitchen. Our bodies slapped together in a wet sticky mess. Lacy moaned and begged me to fuck her cunt til it gaped wide open. Sliding in and out. Slamming into her again and again, the syrup easing my passage but still as hard as steel as I pressed in and gave her my all.

Her breasts pressed against the counter as I reached up and held her shoulders for better leverage. My cock was a hot knife, thrusting into warm wet butter, sticky and sweet. Lacy was crying. She hadn’t cried during sex since our wedding night, our first time. But these didn’t seem to be tears of pain or nervous delight. Her emotions were pouring out. Last night had been an awakening for her and for me and now we were solidifying our marriage bond again. It hadn't broken last night, but stretched. 

“God fuck me!” She screamed out, leg still high on the counter and thrusting herself back into me. “Fuck my cheating cunt!” Her lips were loose now, profanity flying as I rammed harder and faster. It didn’t matter that my hips were burning and my back was straining. I was panting and sweating in the warm kitchen. The smell of sex mixing with breakfast and my stomach clenching with hunger for food and a raw hunger for sex.

“Your dirty cheating cunt.” I grunted, ramming hard, her ass becoming red from the slaps. “Dirty slut. Fucking two men. Letting them fucking cum inside you! You fucking whore! You’re my wife!” I grabbed her hair and pressed her face down to the counter and started fucking even harder, my back and legs and hips screaming out in effort and pain, but I didn’t care.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes honey I’m yours forever. Please! Please! Oh shit! SHIT!!!!” She screamed and her legs nearly buckled, her thighs shook and to my utter amazement she began to orgasm and gush all over the floor. Syrup and juices splashed her thighs and mine and the floor and cabinets as my wife had what had to be the hardest orgasm of her life. She was screaming and her back arched against me.

I felt her pussy tighten on me, the heat and warmth and wetness overcoming any sensibility that I still had. I roared out in a primal groan and let my own orgasm take hold. My cum shot thick and burning inside her as we both grunted and groaned. Sweaty sticky flesh pressed against each other, body's burning and pained in the positions and effort we had put forth.

“Yes…fuck yes…” I moaned.

“Oh shit! I feel it. Yes! Cum in me!” She was elated and pressing hard back against me as if she were afraid I’d slip out and all my jizm would be let loose.

It felt like our orgasms lasted a solid minute or more, the seconds ticking by as we stood barely holding each other up against the counter. We trembled together. My nails were digging into her hips as my orgasm continued rushing through me, blood hot and all my muscles tensing and twisting.

Finally, panting and a mess, I slowly started to pull away. The syrup was sticky, like glue. A slurping peeling sound filled the room as I stepped back and Lacy stayed bent over, thighs open and shivering as I slipped out of her with a sloppy pop and my thick white cum began to ooze out mixing with the amber sugar.

“Fuck.” Lacy grunted and then started to laugh, her little breasts swayed, apron still around her neck and hanging down as she looked back at me with a genuine loving smile. “Geeze honey…that was good.”

I grinned and then we started to laugh together. We were an utter mess. Skin red and sweaty and smeared with flour and syrup and cum. My wife stood up and fell into my arms hugging close and tight. “I love you.” She whispered into my chest, snuggling and digging into me as if she needed to be as close as possible. As if we hadn’t just literally been one person a minute ago.

We held each other for a long time. Breathing each other in and just feeling each other’s skin and heartbeats. I wrapped my arms around her waist, face in her hair just smelling and taking all of her in. One of her hands was on my waist, the other trailed down my stomach to my cock and started to caress the sticky mess that was coating it. To my utter surprise it stirred. I didn’t move or pull away, I let her hand explore and caress and gently start to grip and massage me. Our breath started to become shallow again.

The world had vanished for us as she stroked my penis and began to kiss my chest. I didn’t have words. We hadn’t been this erotic or romantic or sensual in years, if ever. Our sex lives had been great, a little lacking in the past few years with the kids, but still good. This felt like something on a whole new level.

In a flash Lacy was squatting down in front of me and her mouth found my cock, swallowing it almost instantly making me go stiff in the back as well as become completely stiff between my legs.

“Oh holy fuck!” I gasped staring down. Her eyes met mine, burning with heat and want. 

Her hands grabbed my balls and one of my ass cheeks and began to squeeze as she swallowed my cock over and over fast and almost furiously. It was rough, lustful in every sense of the word. Lacy wasn’t a stranger to blow jobs but she’d never done anything like this. I felt her throat tighten as she swallowed me over and over, spit starting to drip down her chin. The sight of her was erotic and amazing as well as just a tiny bit scary.

She held tight to me, almost painfully. Swallowing my cock over and over to the root, her nose pressing hard to me and groaning around me. She was wild. Unfettered. And determined. I could see it in her eyes. The look of near desperation to make me cum again. To please me.

My legs were shaking from the pleasure and how strained they were from the fucking just minutes before. “Fuck. Lacy, oh shit honey stop!” I tried to step back but she held me tight and deepthroated me to the hilt. My moan made the dogs next door bark as I looked down at my cock buried in her throat and I couldn’t hold it back any more. I came again. Not as strong as before but it was still intense.

We moaned together, Lacy’s muted by my penis.

For a few seconds we were frozen in that position and then Lacy finally let me go. My succubus wife sat back coughing lightly, spit and semen on her chin. I fell to my knees, shaking and panting and looked at her with a frightened sense of worry.

Lacy started to cry. Real full tears and sobs wracking her body and making her breasts bounce. It should have been erotic but all the thoughts of her body flew out of my mind and I quickly crawled over to her and wrapped her into my arms. Head in the crook of my neck as she cried and then I started to cry with her. All the emotions from the last half a day were pouring out in a strange mixture of lust, love, fear, desire, and guilt.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She gasped between sobs as she pressed her face to my chest.

“Me too.” I whispered back and crushed her against me.

I’m not sure how long we stayed on the floor like that, an utter mess of syrup and flour, sweat and semen and tears. But soon enough our tears had run their course and we managed to peel ourselves off the floor and each other and get back to our feet.

“We need to go pick up the kids soon.” Lacy said, rubbing the heels of her hands against her eyes to clear the last few tears.

I nodded and looked down at myself and then at my wife. We were a horrifying and hilarious sight. Though I was drained emotionally I still managed a smile and she matched it with a halfhearted laugh.

“Shower.” We said in unison. Our smiles grew and we held hands walking back to our bathroom and into the shower together.

The water was blessedly hot and I stood behind Lacy as she poured on soap and shampooed and scrubbed herself with a luffa and passed the soap back to me. We were silent, the water the only sound as it fell and splashed. It was a needed quiet after such a rollercoaster of events so early in the morning. But when the silence was broken, our world changed forever.

“I want to do it again.” Lacy said. I almost didn’t hear it over the raining shower.

I didn’t need to ask what she was talking about. She might have been talking about what we’d just done in the kitchen, but she didn’t need to ask for something like that. No, she wanted to go to another club, or… more likely, have sex with others again. The admission admittedly made my stomach twist and my heart ache, but it also would have been a lie if I said I didn’t want it too. I may not have had the opportunity to enjoy my own excursion but watching my wife had been more erotic than I ever would have thought.

Her words lingered as we continued to scrub off the sticky syrup. My eyes lingered on my wifes wet hair, dripping with suds. Trailing down to her back I saw her muscles moving under the swirling water and soap, down to her narrow hips and amazing behind that was slick and shining in the lights overhead from the water. As if sensing me watching her, her hands moved down from scrubbing her hair to cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

“Didn’t you like…watching?” She asked, her voice soft and sultry but still facing away from me.

My breath was becoming shallow.

Lacy pulled her cheeks open slightly and flashed her asshole and mound. “Terry was really big. Charlie was thicker though.”

I took a step back watching her.

She bent a little more so her cheeks spread. “I saw you when Terry started to… to cum inside me.” All I could see was her body and the back of her head, she was deliberately keeping her head turned away from me. “I was afraid you’d… that you’d be mad. That you’d storm over and…I don’t know. I don’t think you would have fought them or anything but… I was afraid.” I could hear the quiver in her voice as she stayed still exposing herself under the running water. “But when you just stood there and watched as he emptied himself inside…” She trailed off.

“Were you trying to put on a show…with Charlie?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah. I wanted you to enjoy it too. Does that make sense? I knew you were watching and that made things so much hotter. Before I felt so guilty because I thought I’d just left you but knowing you were there, it made it better. So much better.”

It was hard to tell if the glistening moisture on her vagina was from the shower or her own juices.

Swallowing my heart back down from where it had lodged in my throat, I reached forward and slowly ran a finger over the smooth little innie slit of her sex. Lacy groaned.

“You want to have other men here?” I asked, trying to be sexy and sensual but also honestly having no idea what I was doing.

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“I wan…want to see it too.”

Lacy whirled around, water flying from her hair and breasts as she met my gaze, standing nude and exposed. “You do?”

I nodded solemnly as if I were admitting something horrible.

She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her chest to mine. “Thank you.” She kissed me hard and deeply. “I love you.” The words were hot breaths. “I’m happy. Please know that. But I just… I want to try things now. We’ve talked about it so much, for so long. Finally doing it… it’s like a whole new world ya know?”

I started to sing the song from Aladdin and she shoved me with a smile. “Stop it! No making fun.”

I chuckled uncomfortably. “Listen… I… I’m into this. Okay. I liked watching you but I was worried that… well, I saw how different those men were. Are you… is this because you’re not happy?”

Lacy was shaking her head hard. “No! Absolutely not!” For a second she looked scared, worried, conflicted, and then her eyes and face set into a firm look. She got on her knees and gently took my flaccid wet penis in her hand. “Honey, I love you. You! If you say you wanna stop, we stop. If you tell me you’re not comfortable then we take a break and talk about it. If you’re jealous I’ll do whatever you want to reassure you.” She was gently stroking me, though I honestly just didn’t have another round in me so soon after the first two.

“I… I feel the same.” I answered loving the feel of her hands on me.

“I just want to explore. You’re so good. Last night was amazing but being with you this morning was heaven. The two experiences don’t even compare.” She stood up, hand still on my penis and kissed me again. “I want to keep trying swinging or whatever we want to call it, but it's not worth endangering our marriage and family if you’re not comfortable.”

My hand went between her legs and started to slowly circle her clit. Her eyes fluttered. “I want to. I wanna see you fucked. I wanna see you dripping cum. I want you to experience everything. Everything.” A finger slid inside and I could feel the molten heat of her arousal.

For the next few minutes we whispered the sweet nothings of our desire to see each other pleased. To experience new things neither of us had previously allowed ourselves to dream. My finger slid in and out of her pussy, thumb rubbing her tiny nub. Her hand caressed and squeezed my semi erect cock. We kissed. We licked and bit. The shower started to run cold before we finally relented and got out of the shower with happy warm smiles.

It was time to pick up the kids, and though that was a typical mundane thing to do, we knew that from now on our lives were going to be anything but normal.