Our Evolving Marriage - Ch 03 (Patreon)

A Wife’s First Date

Dating was the last thing I saw myself doing after I got married. Over fifteen years married, two kids, a house, a job, it all amounted to my dating life being far behind me. Let alone going out on a date with someone that wasn’t my husband. That was the kicker. This meeting I’d arranged wasn’t some fun night out with my husband, maybe pretending to be someone else just to spice things up. This was going to be an honest to goodness date with another man that was nearly twenty years my senior. At least I assumed Terry was in his late forties, early fifties. Maybe I was misjudging him on his graying hair.

Maybe calling it a date was a stretch. After texting back and forth and having a few calls with Terry, we’d agreed on a meeting. More transactional than anything. Almost like negotiating a contract rather than some sort of lovely meal and going “back to my place” sort of thing. I wasn’t sure if that made this better, or worse. On top of that thought, things really were moving fast. It had only been last week that I’d… done what I did, and now… already, I was diving back in. Matt and I had been talking almost nonstop since that night. Discussing all the different issues and angles. And at the same I’m I’d been talking with Terry, so when he’d asked me if I wanted to meet again it had definitely been a sort of… do or die moment.

I think it’s obvious the choice that we settled on.

I took another look at myself in the mirror. I’d opted for something simple, but nice. A long sleeve green sweater that clung nicely to my slim figure and blue jeans that were equally flattering to my backside. Yes, I wanted to entice, but I didn’t wanna go in selling myself as if I were some sex crazy harlot. Though that was probably unfair. Just because a girl had a healthy desire or even an overly abundant desire for sex didn’t mean she should be looked down upon. After all, here I was, a married mom looking to go out on a date with another married man. I hardly had room to talk.

We agreed. I’m not cheating. Matt said it was okay. You ever asked for his permission before setting this date up. Don’t act like you’re some home wrecker or something. This is different!

No matter how hard I tried to psych myself up and push away the doubts of this taboo venture, they still came creeping back. I’d flash back to that dark room on my back, feeling Terry pushing his cock inside me. Stretching me in a whole new way. I’m not a size queen. Matt is plenty big and a perfect fit, like a good fitting glove. But the way Terry felt was like… a shiver ran down my spine and heat rose between my legs and along my thighs. Terry was like when you wake up from a long, deep nap and stretch out. Your muscles pulling and aching at the new movement, as if everything about you had been asleep and was waking up for the first time. It was so good. And seeing him enter me, smooth and in complete, clear view, not just to me but a whole room of unknown people.

The whole situation had been thrilling and terrifying and … and… more. So much more. But even all those good feelings made my stomach twist, because I could also remember seeing Matt in the room staring at me, breaking my wedding vows. I’d listened to Terry and Charlie’s little erotic lies. I knew they were lies, but they’d been lies I’d wanted to believe. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone with them and allowed them to fuck me and cum inside me.

I wanted that feeling again. Plus, the sex with Matt after had been intense! So. Fucking. Intense. I could only hope and pray that it was like that every time after I was shared. I found myself crossing my fingers as I grabbed my purse and put it over my shoulder.

Peaking out into the hall, I listened for the telltale signs of the girls. The house was quiet. Amazingly and blessedly quiet. I tiptoed to each of the girls' rooms and looked in. They were both fast asleep. I looked in on them for a few minutes each, watching their steady breathing and little snorts and snores that I’d come to know over the years. Could I really indulge in this lifestyle? Should I? What would happen if things went too far…

I shook my head and walked to the kitchen. There was always a chance of things not working out in life, but being in love with Matt and staying with him wasn’t one. I wasn’t going anywhere. No matter how good the sex was, or how fun the experience. 

This wasn’t about being dissatisfied. 

When Matt and I had been researching the swinging lifestyle, there had been several horror stories, as well as sad stories, about relationships falling apart. Not because they had begun swinging, but because they’d done it for all the wrong reasons. Some had been having trouble in their marriage and thought this would be the bandaid that fixed it. Some were disappointed in their sex lives, so they went looking for satisfaction elsewhere. Some had one partner wanting to do it and the other just going along for the ride, thus creating a rift. And others didn’t make rules or boundaries, or broke them. There were a slew of situations that we had read about. It’s what had made me afraid to try swinging in the first place. But ultimately… here we were.

But it was abundantly clear that this was only about fun and exploring. I wasn’t missing something. If I was stuck with Matt forever and ever, and we only ever did missionary, I’d be happy. We had a great life, and a great family. He was more than just my husband. He was my best friend. I gripped my purse tightly. I was going to make sure on this date that I made Terry and any other future partner, if there ever were any, very, very clear on those points.

Matt was sitting at the breakfast bar scrolling mindlessly on his phone while he took slow sips of a cup of late night coffee. I never could understand how he could drink coffee before bed. Though it wasn’t really that late. Only 8:30. He looked up when he heard my shoes scuffing the kitchen linoleum.

He flashed that smile I loved, the one that had made me say yes to that first date and every other since. It faltered a second as he looked me over. His mind was working in overdrive, wondering what I was wearing underneath. He knew I wasn’t dressed for him. It’d only been a week since that first night at the club, and we were both still processing this new adventure. I could see it in the way he looked at me. Loving, worried, sick, and aroused.

“So… where are…ahem… where are you going?” He was deliberately avoiding trying to mention the other man I would be meeting.

“It’s that little bistro on Eleventh and Sawgrass. Very public. Only about twenty minutes away.” I came over to the counter and sat my purse down. “If things go further than dinner,” I paused and bit my lip, “There’s a hotel down the block, The Magistrate, that he said he’d booked a room at.”

That worry came into his eyes again. “You’re not staying the night…”

I took his hand. “No.” I said firmly, and my eyes drilled the point home. “I will always come home to you. No overnights.” At least, not at this stage. I thought. And I knew he was thinking it too, but neither of us said it. That wasn’t a step we were going to take until we were more comfortable.

Matt squeezed my hand. “Just make sure to… text me, okay? When you get there. If you’re… staying later. All that.”

I nodded, cheeks flushing. “I’ll text a lot… I promise. I’ll be safe.”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“And I’m not going to let him… listen. I told you I didn’t believe what he said to me at the club. And afterwards, when I was… getting dressed, we talked a little. We’ve texted a bit too, and he apologized about those little fibs.”

“Fibs, huh?” Matt narrowed his eyes at me and took a measured sip of his coffee.

I felt a shiver run through me and twist my stomach. Was he feeling jealous? He believed me, didn’t he?

For a moment, Matt looked away, then brought his gaze back to mine. “I’m not a cuck.” He said it firmly and my cheeks burst red. 

“Of course not.” I muttered, feeling ashamed. The very thought that he felt like I was doing that to him made me want to call the whole date off.

“Just so we are clear.” He cleared his throat and put his coffee down. “I meant what I said. What we talked about. I wanna see this through. I want… I want you…”

I put my hand on his. “You wanna see me have sex with other men.” As childish as it seemed to be embarrassed about talking about things like this, our conservative backgrounds had hammered home that this wasn’t something you talked about. Pretty stupid, really. All that talk about no sex before marriage. Don’t talk about sex. It’s taboo. Wrong. Dirty. And then suddenly when you’re married, all those shackles and limitations are just supposed to vanish and you should suddenly be able to talk freely about sex and desire. How could you when you didn’t have experience, and literally yesterday, sex was naughty and today it was beautiful?

Even saying the words myself sent me into a dizzy feeling of spiraling emotions and shame and fear. But we had to push past it. We’d already crossed the threshold. Two other men had been inside me. Cum inside me. It was a little late to be shy about talking about it.

Matt nodded and his cheeks reddened, just like mine. “Yeah. So. Go. Have fun, but… just come home to me.” The look he gave me had my heart clenching.

I came around the counter and hugged him tight and kissed him hard, as hard as I could, and bit his lip. “I will always come home to you. You are home.”

Our foreheads touched, and we remained that way for a few minutes. Holding and touching each other quietly before finally I pulled away. I gave him one last kiss, then rushed out the door before my nerves got the better of me and I chickened out.

——

Terry was sitting outside the little cafe with a drink in hand as I approached from my car. The smile on his face was bright and calm. At the club I hadn't gotten the best look at him, since he was wearing a mask, however even in the dim light from the cafe and the moon, I recognized him. Dark hair, solid build, taller than me but not so tall he was towering over me. He was old enough to be my dad, but age wasn’t really a concern of mine. He’d already proven that his age didn’t temper his stamina.

His eyes moved over me as I came up to his table, lingering on my hips and chest for a moment. I couldn't blame him for that, considering why I was there in the first place. Had Matt looked at me that way for our first date, I probably would have turned and left without so much as a word. This first date, however, was very, very different.

“Have a seat. The waiter should be back any minute so you can order…” His voice was soft but firm and sent a chill through me despite the warm night.

“Listen.” I interrupted, taking the seat opposite him. “We need to have a serious chat first before we settle in to drink and … whatever else.” I felt my cheeks warm, but ignored my embarrassment and discomfort. I wasn’t going to back down. I had to assert my authority, and I needed to do it quickly. 

The sort of man Terry was wasn’t strange to me. I’d met plenty in my life, especially in highschool and working in the IT industry. I met plenty of men that liked to be in control and dominant. After all, they only saw me as a small girl to be handled. But I wasn’t. Matt knew it when he met me. Saw it in me and respected me for it. I was a firecracker deep down, a loud bang in a little package. And no, the pun was not lost on me as I sat across from a man that wanted to bang me loud and proud.

Terry sat his drink down gently, folded his hands over his knee, legs crossed, and gave me his full attention. There wasn’t any inkling of annoyance on his face. “I’m listening,” He assured me seriously.

I nodded curtly. “First, and I know we’ve talked about it a little, but I’m not going to put up with anything that is… dishonest.” My green eyes met his gray. “Those things you said at the club, I know they were to get my dress off and into bed. I knew then. I know now. I’m not gonna lie, it was erotic. Fun even. Pretending has its merits. But I’m not some little housewife you can seduce and trick.”

Terry nodded, but didn't say anything.

“I know what I want. I know why we are here.” Why did my whole chest feel on fire? Geez, I felt like a schoolgirl again, going out on a first date with the hottest guy. The guy everyone knows gets into girls' panties fast. And here I was, wanting him to get into mine.

“As do I.” Terry smiled warmly.

“Good. So, we need to lay out a few rules.”

He picked his drink up, a grin plastered across his face. “Rules are the foundation of a good working relationship. And in this sort of lifestyle, they are absolutely necessary. I assure you Lacy, if I came across as a bit… sleezy that first night, it wasn’t my intention. Well, not my full intention. I’m a man, and I’ve been in this life for nearly twenty years now. Sometimes you get a little overzealous.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry for the leading fibs. You’re right, it wasn’t appropriate.”

I was waiting for a but. But I wanted it. But I needed convincing. The but never came, and he sat calmly nursing his drink

“So what are these rules you have?” He finally asked.

“No means no,” I blurted firmly.

“Absolutely. No questions asked. My wife and I have the same rule. Any party can say no at any time. If your husband calls and says it’s over come home, I’ll make sure you’re out the door as fast as possible.”

I was a bit suspicious of how easy that one was, but Terry seemed very sincere.

“Second. You respect my husband.” This was, for me, almost as important as the first.

Terry’s chuckle was rich and, for some reason, made my nipples hard. I cursed my body and its emotional responses and hoped he couldn’t see my erect nipples in my sweater.

“How can I not respect a man that has a wife like you? Lucky, lucky man.”

“Because I’m a great piece of ass?” I leaned forward and gave him a sly smile, but was also trying to suss out if he was being sincere. It was easy for a guy to say they respected someone and then talk trash behind his back. The last thing I wanted to happen was to give this man the impression he could steal me. Like he could seduce me away from my family and life just because he was a good lay. I wasn’t going to put up with that. Fuck amazing sex. I wanted my family more than I wanted orgasms any day.

He laughed out loud now. “Yes Lacy. Your behind is sublime.” He winked. “And so is everything else. I mean it. You won’t hear anything bad about your husband from me now or ever, unless it's in service of some erotic play. But that stays in the bedroom.” His hand came up with three fingers up. “Scout’s Honor.”

I sat back, still eyeing him. “Well. We will see, I guess. But if you say anything adverse or leading that I don’t like, I’m gonna call you on it. I don’t care if you’re balls deep or not.”

His smile was wicked, and the look in his eyes was hungry.

My cheeks were blazing. I was surprised at my own forwardness, but I had to be blunt. I had to be bold. It was important to establish my independence and strength or he might think he could manipulate me. Maybe I was being too pessimistic, but this was all new and after reading so many horror stories and sad stories, I needed to do this the way that made me feel comfortable. If Terry didn’t like it, then he could leave. I’m sure I could find someone else. Or just scrap the whole idea.

“Anything else?” He asked, leaning forward. It felt like my words were still hanging in the air for him. Balls deep. Balls deep. It was almost laughable, but also erotic. Sex and comedy seemed inevitably linked.

“Well… I do have a few do’s and don’ts. Wants and stuff.”’ I answered.

“Then by all means. This is about fun and satisfaction so let's make some dreams come true if we can.” He finished his drink just as the waiter appeared. “I’ll have another Rum and Coke and my friend will have…” he looked at me.

Good, he wasn’t going to order for me. “I’ll have a sparkling water.” I gave the waiter a smile and waited to say anything else until he was out of earshot. My gaze went back to Terry as he trailed a finger along the lip of his empty glass, watching me

“So, you were saying, about… wants?” He flashed his grin at me again, playfully.

“Is this a no judgment environment?”

“Within reason. I have some hard lines when it comes to certain bodily functions and a few fantasies that involve them or other… more taboo fantasies that just aren’t to my tastes. But I’m willing to listen and give you my honest opinion on if we can make them happen or not.”

This was the part that was going to take courage. I wasn’t a wild woman. What I’d done a few nights ago was the wildest and most uninhibited I’d ever been, but that didn’t mean I didn’t fantasize. It’s what mainly led to Matt and I talking and even being willing to explore the swinging lifestyle. To most, well to everyone really, I was the sweet, married mom. Church greeter. Hard working tech woman. My sexuality hardly ever came into question. However, though I was all those things, I was also a woman. I had wants and needs. I had desires and fantasies. I’d read my fair share of romances and since talking about swinging, I’d read a great deal of swinging, hotwifing, and cuckolding stories to get the idea of what I might be getting into. True, most of those things were complete flights of fancy and fiction, but there was an inkling of truth and some things that had sparked my interest and even led to my own kinks forming. Though what looked good on paper and played well in my head didn’t mean real life would be its equal.

“Well, I have several things, but for now… I want to keep it simple…” The waiter came and gave us our drinks, bringing me to silence until they walked away again.

“I’m listening.” Terry said and took a slow sip from his glass, eyes never leaving mine.

I cleared my throat. Took a drink and told him what I wanted.

——

The hotel room was nice. The Magistrate wasn't a high end hotel, but it wasn't a Motel 6 either. It was a middle of the road hotel with pleasant rooms, well kept with a nice view of the Lawrence River that ran along the north side of town. We had a room on the sixth floor, the curtains thrown wide. The feeling of being watched was palpable and exhilarating. 

I'm not a voyeur or exhibitionist by any means, but even I had to concede that the idea of getting seen during… activities was erotic, taboo, and exciting. 

I'd already texted Matt, letting him know the meeting (date) had gone well, and we were headed to the hotel. I sent the address, the room number and once we were in the room, the extension at which he could call the room directly. In the bathroom, a nice spacious area with dark tile and a glass shower, I was standing in front of the sink giving him my last text before I stepped out. Once I went back into the room, I was going to be starting a whole new life.

"I love you." I texted and sent a pic of me blowing a kiss to the mirror. "I'll be home as soon as I can. I promise no later than midnight." It was only half past nine. Three hours seemed excessive to be out on a booty call, but I honestly didn't know what to expect, even though I'd already had sex with Terry. This was a whole new environment. We weren't at a club indulging and showing off. This was far more intimate. And considering what I'd asked him to do, it would be even more personal than what had gone on at the club.

My request wasn't over the top. To me, it was a lot, but when Terry had heard me out, he assured me that what I wanted was incredibly tame and actually fairly common. But he respected that for me, this was new and serious and he'd make sure to do everything I asked. But in return, he had his own request. Remembering how he'd smiled at me across the table in the warm air of the evening sent new shivers down my spine. 

"I get to cum inside you at least three times tonight. I'm all about making sure my partner gets what they want, but I've got needs too. And filling up that pretty slit of yours has been on my mind all week." He said it so casually and cheerily. Somehow saying it like that, treating the act of ejaculating into a woman's vagina so flippantly, made me even more excited. I couldn't say why, but I'd been raised fairly conservative. Talk of this sort of activity was always done in whispers and in secret, not out in the open and so blunt. 

After gulping down the last of my water, I agreed. "Fine. Um…f…fair is fair. I suppose. Besides, I'm safe, so… it's okay. But… I guess it's kinda late to ask but, you're clean right?" A little spike of fear ran through me suddenly. I hadn't thought of possible diseases. Pregnancy was off the table, but what about STDs? My mind was working in overdrive with paranoia. The answer to his question was obvious, considering Matt and I had both had to submit clean bills of health before being let into the club. But… there was always a but with me. Always a nagging voice tempting me to overreact and stress. Maybe that stupid voice needed to get laid.

His face was serious as he responded and took my hand. "Clean and clear. I promise. No one gets into that club without a clean bill of health anyway, but I assure you I get tested frequently and though I'm part of this lifestyle, I'm not going out and banging randos or anything. Especially not without protection. I know I just said I want to cum in you, but say the word and I have condoms at the ready if you're worried."

It was his sincerity that convinced me to go to the hotel with him. I believed every word. For better or worse, I was hooked. And now I was in the hotel bathroom, ready to step out and truly change my life. It was happening so fast. That thought kept coming back to me. Our discussion at the cafe was almost clinical, discussing wants and desires and if they would be accepted and provided for the night. A part of me suddenly felt like an escort or a hooker. Had I just negotiated sex for a price?

No. The only transaction was that we would be doing what we wanted tonight. No strings. No promises. Maybe sometime in the future there’d be dinners and romancing, but tonight was strictly a ‘transaction’. If it went well… then maybe (most likely) there would be more. That thought made my cheeks redden.

Matt texted back as I reached for the door. "I love you. Be safe." And that was it. Simple and sweet. I had his blessing. The contract was signed and sealed. Now I was about to deliver.

I sent back a kiss emoji and walked out into the room.

Terry sat on the queen sized bed in his boxers, his phone in hand scrolling aimlessly as he waited for me. His chest was hairy, and though he wasn't necessarily muscular, he hadn't gotten out of shape as he aged. His boxers were dark blue silk and already sporting a bit of a bulge as he looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave me a playful smile. 

"I feel underdressed." He chuckled, letting his eyes move over me and then back to meeting my gaze. "So. You ready?" 

I nodded firmly, but felt my cheeks redden, probably making my freckles stand out more than usual. 

"Alright then." He pressed a button on his phone and a smooth jazz song began to play, then he put it on the dresser and held out his hand for my phone. I’d wanted him to film and take pictures. It seemed like the common thing to do in these situations. Whether or not I’d show them to Matt was still in the air. It felt selfish to not show him, but… well, it almost felt invasive too. But how could I think that about my own husband? 

I handed it to him and he quickly got the camera rolling and pointed at me as he sat back down. "Strip."

It wasn't a request, but it wasn't a command either. It was part of what I'd asked for. I wanted to try to do a striptease. I'd never been much of a dancer, but my hips could feel the rhythm well enough and I'd always thought strip teases to be one of the heights of eroticism. Now, if only we had baby oil, but that was an experiment for another day. Tonight was a dry run for stripping. But that was only half of what I'd asked for, and though we had hours, that time was going to fly by. So it was time to put up or shut up. 

I took a shuffling step forward and began to lift my sweater, exposing my pale stomach with just the slightest evidence of stretch marks along my sides and hips. My hips swayed to the soft jazz. I pulled the sweater up further and turned my back to him, bending and pushing my jean covered butt towards him. They clung nicely to my curves, giving my rear end a good shape as I wiggled it, hoping it looked sexy rather than silly. 

Straightening, I turned back, pulling the sweater up as Terry watched closely and held my phone steady. This was a risk. What if he shared the video or photos he took with someone? Someone like Charlie. Would that be so bad? Charlie had already seen me naked and been in me, so what did it matter if he saw a strip tease video? I pushed the worries out of my head and leaned forward, pulling my top up over my head as I straightened revealing a completely sheer blue bra, the cups tiny triangles that barely held my A cup breasts. My nipples pushed through the tight material.

A smirk painted Terry's face as his crotch stirred, watching me and seeing my breasts, barely hidden at all, come into view. "It's nice seeing you in better lighting. The club tries to be so atmospheric, but it can really take away from getting a good look at such a pretty woman."

I let my sweater fall to the floor, standing in just my jeans and bra. My rhythm and concentration were broken by his lecherous stare. My confidence slipped away, leaving me frozen in place as this stranger filmed me. 

"Go ahead. Let them bounce a little. Relax." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

I swallowed my fear and did as he said. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, my tits held tightly in my bra, bounced perkily. Terry laughed heartily.

"Perfect. Geez, those look good. Let's lose the pants and come on over here." He adjusted his position on the bed and continued watching. 

I found the rhythm again and with my entire face and chest blushing pink, began to sway my hips around, seeking my inner sexy self. I wanted this. To know I could do it. Not just for me. But for Matt too. This whole endeavor was about exploring and experiencing new things, but what good would it all be if I couldn't take those experiences and knowledge home?

I turned, rear facing him gyrating, and started to unbutton and pull my pants down. Wiggling the tight jeans over my hips. The feeling of his eyes on me made me slow my movements. Hips moving slowly, I inched my jeans down, revealing the blue, sheer boy short panties that were digging into my soft cheeks. 

"Fuck." I heard him mutter. "Didn't get a good look at that ass the other night… shame. But it's worth the wait. Bend over some more. It's small, but damn if it isn't round." There was something about his laughter that actually made me feel…good. He was admiring me, appreciating my body. 

I felt a flush run through me. Goosebumps breaking out all over as I felt the chill of the air conditioning kick on. Matt was always complimentary, the way he looked at me always making me feel fluttery inside. Butterflies and flying fairies. Every glance he gave me made me smile. But this gaze was different. It was hungry and animalistic. I wasn't someone beloved to this man. I was flesh and heat and desire.

My jeans went down inch by inch, ass coming into view with the lace digging into my skin. I let them finally fall around my ankles and stood back up slowly, dragging my fingertips sensually along my thighs and hips, up along my sides and the sides of my breasts and into my hair releasing my ponytail and letting my red hair fall about my shoulders.

The sound of Terry's pleased mutters made my nipples hard. I turned towards him, letting him get a full view of me, panties clinging tightly to my mound and breasts on display. His grin was from ear to ear as he leaned back, as if presenting his bulge to me. That’s exactly what he was doing. Tonight, I wanted control. I wanted to seduce and to do as I pleased. It was a strange request, at least for me, but Terry was completely on board. But I knew he'd ask for something of his own next time we met. If there was a next time. 

Who was I kidding? There'd be a next time. There were probably going to be many more times. Terry's cock was amazing. I hadn't been able to get the memory of it out of my mind since that night at the club. Matt was still better overall when it came to how I felt. But when it came to animalistic want… What was hiding under those silk boxers had heat rising between my thighs as I walked towards him. Hips swaying. Hair tousled about my face.

The tension in the room ratcheted up as I knelt down in front of him and started to pull his boxers down. Sliding them along his thighs until his semi hard penis sprung free, thick and smooth right before my eyes. 

As much as I wanted to take things slow. Almost tantric. I couldn't stop myself from taking hold of it, barely able to cover it with both hands as I stroked it fully to life in mere seconds. Terry grunted as I squeezed, and then his groan filled the room as I kissed the warm purple tip and slid my lips around it to take it in my mouth. 

My insides fluttered with guilt and worry, even though I was doing something agreed upon between me and my husband. How could I not feel slightly bad that I was offering my mouth and more to an almost complete stranger. 

But my feelings didn't stop me from working. I stroked the base of his cock while I sucked his head, slowly but with a deep need. Making him pulse and groan. I could tell he wanted to grab my head or my hair, but I'd explicitly told him no touching unless I said so. Tonight he was like a toy for me. 

I took more and more of him into my mouth, my throat, gagging only slightly when it hit the back and then I swallowed it down, making him shiver. 

"Shit…" his words hissed out as he filmed, eyes darting back and forth from the camera to mine. “Look at me.” His voice was gruff.

My eyes were wide, looking up at him and the camera as his cock was in my mouth. Lips dragging softly up and down along his shaft, leaving behind little glistening trails of saliva.

“Fuck, I love married mouths.” His grin was obnoxious. Something about Terry, as straightforward and friendly as he could be, he was also somewhat of a dick. Or maybe just arrogant. Full of himself. But with a cock like this, he probably had let the attention from women go to his head. And I wasn’t helping the situation.

I pulled off him with a soft pop and leaned down and began to lick around his base, along the thick vein, up to the mushroom ridge and around it to kiss the tip. I trailed down soft kisses to his balls, slipping my lips around one and pulling gently with my mouth, sucking it warmly.

Terry groaned, but to his credit stayed still, letting me use him.

Popping off one ball, I took the other, sucking it before letting it drop and leaning under him to lick the sweaty underside of his testicles.

“Ohhh fuck yes. Like that little mom. Good girl.”

I tried not to listen to his words. Just take in the sound of them, the pleasure and feeling rather than his actual spoken words.

Stroking up and down, my wedding ring glittering in the light of the lamps, I licked against his balls, letting them bounce on my tongue and lips. He tasted like salt and Irish Spring soap. There was a musky smell, and his dripping pre-cum was sticky against my lips. It was intoxicating, taboo and so tantalizing. I took his cock head back into my mouth, moving up and down. Firm and tight, lips like a vacuum. 

Terry’s head rolled back, and he groaned deep from his chest. I kept licking over every inch of the beautiful specimen in front of me, throbbing in my hand. He kept his word, letting me explore him. Licking along it, kissing over it lightly and then with more force. Minutes upon minutes, my lips moved over him, making pre-cum pour and drip along the shaft, onto my tongue. My saliva dripped, coating him in a glistening sheen. My eyes went up to him and the camera periodically.

“Fuck…fuck yes oh god that’s good.” He was hard as stone, deep red and purple as his balls tightened. He was obviously straining due to the pressure and tightness of the erection needing relief. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.

My breath was coming in heavy gasps and my lips were glittering with pre-cum and spit as I finally moved away from him, keeping one hand on his shaft and squeezing.

Terry looked down at me when the feeling of my lips vanished. “Done?” He grinned, knowing that I wasn’t, but clearly liking to tease.

I swallowed hard. I didn’t know why this was so hard. Terry had already fucked me. Magnificently. And I’d just spent the better part of half an hour licking and sucking and kissing all over his married cock. But somehow this felt like crossing a new threshold.

Brushing my hair back, I got to my feet feeling a little dizzy and my legs slightly numb from being on my knees for so long. I flexed my calves and rubbed at my thighs for a second to get the feeling back, while Terry watched me with that same cocky grin.

“Why don’t you take those panties off.” His eyes were roaming down my figure, nicely toned thanks to all the spin classes I was going to lately. There for a time after the kids, I’d let myself go. Nothing too drastic, but I’d finally looked in the mirror and nearly cried. From that point on, I’d been going to the gym nearly three times a week, and it had paid off. All the baby weight was gone, and I’d shaped up and trimmed down. There was still a little softness around the hips and thighs, something that was either extremely stubborn or just permanent evidence of what my body had gone through to grow two human beings.

I put my hands on my hips. “I’m in charge, remember?” I hoped my voice sounded firm, authoritative. Terry shrugged and grinned at me, still filming.

“So…” I cleared my throat. “Um, move back… uh, I mean, lay down on the bed.”

There was a sparkle in Terry’s eye as he moved back to lie on the bed, head on the pillows and cock standing straight up in the air with just the slightest amount of curve. I swallowed hard, staring at it. Somehow, seeing it jut up into the air like that made it seem bigger. I stood at the end of the bed staring at it a moment longer before slapping my cheeks, psyching myself up, and then reached down to pull my panties off.

“Slow.” Terry ordered, and I froze. My heart was already pounding, but now it was off to the races at that single word. My eyes met his and there was something firm in them. The authority I’d been wanting to communicate came from him in waves.

I slipped my thumbs into my waistband and began to pull the boy shorts down, eyes on him as he watched me.

“Turn around. Pull the back down first. Show me your married ass.”

My breath was coming in shallow gasps as I turned. I’d wanted to be in control, but somehow in a single second, all of that had slipped away. Maybe I could get it back, but right now… I didn’t want to. I turned my small behind towards him and began pulling down my panties, revealing my soft cheeks.

Terry let out a growl. “Turn around.” That voice was sending shivers along my spine. I turned, panties half down below my cheeks and barely up covering my vagina. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” There was that arrogant grin again. “Show it to me.”

I swallowed hard. Why was this so embarrassing? He’d already seen me. Seen my pussy. Been inside me. And yet, now that he was on the bed watching me. Alone. It was far more intimate. Before, it was a spectacle. I had been on display and it had been more of a performance rather than… than what? Sex? Obviously, it had been sex. But it was something different. I’d felt everything. Cum. Being filled. Showing off. Not just to strangers, either. My husband had been there in the shadows, watching as I’d experienced my first threesome, my first new cocks since marrying him. 

My body was on fire. Standing at the end of a hotel bed, staring into a camera with a stranger. My panties half off. Everything seemed to be playing out in slow motion. Big decisions. This was all happening so fast. It hadn’t been that long ago since Matt and I had decided to go to a club, to just dip our toes in. Instead, I’d jumped into the deep end, fully clothed and without holding my breath. My husband was at home, watching our children. Alone. And I was out…

Heart pounding. Blood hot. My skin tight and breaking out in goosebumps. Between my legs… inside, I was beginning to burn. This was the moment I had to make decisions. So far all I’d done was give the man an edging blowjob. Nothing over the top. But if I pulled these panties down, then this really would mean I wasn’t just diving into the deep end, I was swimming straight down to the bottom.

And I wanted to. 

I wanted to swim deeper. Deeper into the dark. And as exciting as it was, it was also terrifying.

I thought back to that moment in the club. Of being led away to a private room. Two strange men luring me away. Being in the dim dark. On the bed. Strangers around me. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I knew… I knew my husband wasn’t there. And somehow that had made something in me burn brighter. Like a taboo flame.

Truth was, I hadn’t noticed Matt until it was almost all over. It was obvious he thought I’d seen him at some point sooner by the way he’d asked, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the first time I noticed he was there watching from the shadows, was when Charlie was shooting his semen inside me. I was flipping my hair out of my face and turned enough to see him just before he turned away and slipped out. But just that one brief glimpse of him, that second that I’d seen him and knew he was watching me fuck two men without his permission, made me have another quick and dirty orgasm with Charlie still pushing inside me, the last bits of his cum shooting into my canal.

I’d been in so much turmoil after that. On the one hand, I’m glad Matt had seen me. That he knew, and that I hadn’t gotten away with something. I never, ever wanted to cheat on him. I loved him. Just thinking about it, standing there with my panties half down in front of another man, made my chest blossom with so much heat and desire it was almost unbearable. I could feel my eyes stinging.

I managed to blink away the tears. I was glad he knew. But there was also a part of me that had wanted him… not there. To have it be intimate, if not from all the watching strangers, then from the one person that I loved truly and completely. It was a war of emotions. Embarrassment. Excitement. Joy. Terror. I felt selfish wanting to keep that moment, those activities, from my husband. Not completely obviously. I would have told him anything and everything he wanted to know. But for him to have seen me like that… it was making me quiver.

Matt and I hadn’t discussed videos or pictures. I hadn’t said anything about what I might be doing besides meeting Terry for a date and alluding to what might happen after. He wasn’t expecting anything besides me to come home and to tell him how things went. My breaths were coming short and raspy, my chest tight and my heart thundering.

It all flashed in front of me and through me as I stood there in that lingering second, panties about to be pulled down. My mouth was moving before my brain could catch up. “Put the camera away.” The words were quiet, but loud enough Terry heard them.

He raised an eyebrow for a moment, looking at me, still holding up the phone. Then he put it down. Something in the way he looked at me, in the way he smirked, said something I just couldn’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it was that he understood I wanted this to be private. I’d already set my mind on keeping the video of the striptease and blowjob a secret. Well, maybe secret was too drastic. I just wouldn’t tell Matt. It was my own little memento.

Terry put his hands behind his head and leaned back, watching me. “Pull them down.”

I swallowed, my mouth feeling dry. There was only one more second of hesitation before I took the leap. I pulled my panties down, eyes locked on his as he watched my vagina become exposed. I’d kept it shaved, smooth as could be. It glistened in the light to signal my arousal. The panties slipped down my thighs to my feet. I stepped out of them and stood with my thighs slightly apart, enough that there was a gap to expose the little line of my mound.

He licked his lips.

I reached up without needing to be told, and unhooked my bra. It fell, exposing my tits and the rock hard nipples to the cool air of the room. Fully revealed, I stepped forward and crawled onto the bed, on my knees moving towards Terry as he lay back, simply watching me expectantly. He was at ease, ready to let me do all the work like I’d told him I wanted. His cock up and throbbing, dribbling pre-cum down the shaft as I straddled his lap and let his cock come to rest against my pussy and stomach.

We kept eye contact, my hand with my wedding ring reaching down, caressing his thick member and pressing it to my skin and feeling the heat and stickiness of the pre-cum. I kept things slow, hand moving along his length, his tip pressing to my belly and my nipples hardening. As hard as it was, and it felt like a betrayal. I pushed thoughts of my husband to the side. Not completely forgetting him, but in my mind, setting him aside in a corner.

I moved my stomach, arching and rolling my hips so that my pussy rubbed along the underside of his penis. My breath caught, feeling how warm and hard it was and how it pushed my petals apart, smearing my juices along him.

Terry kept his hands behind his head, watching, eyes fluttering, looking at me with a hunger that I hadn’t experienced… maybe ever. Matt wanted me, but he loved me. That want was different from the raw and animalistic desire that Terry was exuding. I moved my hands from his cock to my neck, touching along my curves, down to my breasts that easily filled my palms. Terry let out a growl as he watched my fingers slide along the slope of my chest and to my nipples, pinching just hard enough to make me suck in a breath. Then I moved my hands up and into my hair and along my scalp and arched back and closed my eyes, head tilted back groaning.

It felt amazing. Freeing. This man’s feelings didn’t matter. After tonight, I could just cut off all contact. Walk away. Do whatever I want, experience whatever I desire, and then… go back home. Home, where it was warm and inviting and simple and comfortable. I was loved there. Safe. But here I was in danger. This was dangerous ground, and I was full of a thrill. It was deep in my belly. Deep between my legs.

I moved up. His cock slid along my stomach, to my mound, along the lips to find and nestle into my opening. I was panting. Eyes still closed. Just… feeling it. Feeling how his cock throbbed, the tip pressing against me and coating me with the slick pre-cum so that his entrance would come more easily. This was just the second time to be with another man, away from my husband. But this time, Matt wasn’t going to show up. He wasn’t going to see. This moment would forever remain private. Just between me and Terry.

My eyes opened lazily, like I was drugged. I let my hands fall to my hips, along my pelvis, towards my inner most intimate part. His engorged cock pressed against me. My fingers found my lips and pulled them open, his tip slipping just a little further, pressing against the ring of muscles trying to fight back against his intrusion. Blood pounded in my ears like a stampede.

I was in a trance. Staring at his tip pushing against me.

“Go ahead. Put it inside you.” Terry’s words came to me like a whisper, a voice in the back of my mind. A temptation. It was all so confusing and thrilling.

My hips sank down. The opening stretched and swallowed him. We groaned together in the silence of the hotel room. Suddenly, everything was on fire. The room around me narrowed, and all there was was the bed, Terry, and me. His hands came up and gently took my hips, guiding me down.

“Good girl. Like that.” It was that tempting whisper. Like the devil purring about all the sins I could commit now that I was alone and free to just let loose.

His cock slid further, further. Stretching me. My mound split around him, gliding down his wet shaft. It never seemed to end, but it was only just a few seconds before he was fully inside me, his balls against my ass.

“Ohhhhh god.” My moan was like a siren in the room, though I was sure I was muttering it rather than shouting.

“Fuck. Fucking tight.” He was panting. Holding me there. Deep inside me. On top of him.

On some unconscious level, I saw Matt in my mind’s eye watching me on top of another man. Would he protest? Be angry? Be turned on? Maybe all the above and more? Thoughts of him vanished quickly as Terry’s cock throbbed inside of me and that frozen moment shattered. An animal woke up inside me. The burning pit in my stomach flared up, all the heat radiating through my chest and to all of my extremities. I was sure if I touched ice, it would have melted instantly.

I put my hands onto Terry’s chest, growling and lifting myself up. His hands left my hips, sensing that I was taking back control and allowing it, at least for the moment. I rose up on his cock to the tip and then down again slowly. Primal slowness, like a predator stalking its prey and letting itself be patient before truly pouncing. I was adjusting inside to his girth and the curve he had that rubbed against my g-spot. Moving steadily, I rode him, eyes locked with his. Whenever I’d done something like this with Matt, I saw love reflected in his eyes. Terry was just ravenous.

Sweat dripped down my collarbone, along my throat, between my breasts. My tits bounced with my rhythm, up and down, along his shaft. The feeling of my lips tugging against him, squeezing and gripping tightly, was intoxicating. Moisture and slick juices started to mix and run down his shaft, creating a pool around his balls and a soft wet slap when my ass hit, strands of sticky fluid trailing behind when I lifted up.

Breaths were coming in soft pants and groans. We stayed silent besides those primal sounds and lewd bodily echoes. I wasn’t a wife. I wasn’t a mom. To say I was a woman was even a stretch at that moment. I was lust. Sex. Desire. I was on fire. This was what it was like to be a goddess.

There was no telling how long I was like that, smoothly riding along his cock. But soon, that measured control began to slip. I felt a tide rising inside and I moved faster. I started slamming down, making my breath catch every time. Mewling out little sounds that I didn’t know I was capable of making.

“Mmm. Mmm. ohhmmm…fuck… fuck so big. Fuckgodfuck.” My words were coming out broken and stilted as my ass slapped his thighs. That wet sound sent chills down my spine.

“That’s it. Yes. Fuck me. Oh god you’re fucking tight.” Terry grunted and looked tempted to grab hold of me, but kept his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets, watching me ride. Sweat made my skin glisten as I picked up the pace.

I was whimpering as I arched back, hands on my breasts. “Oh god above…oh fuck yes I’m…I’m gonna…”

“Do it Lacy. Be a good married mom and fucking cum on my married cock.” His words were rumbling thunder through my brain.

The waves inside me peaked, and the orgasm crashed into me, breaking whatever walls I might have had up, shattering the mental image I had of myself as a good, loyal wife. True, I wasn’t cheating. My husband knew where I was and knew I was having sex with another man. But he didn’t know what I was experiencing. The liberation and plummet into the burning pits of lust.

“Ahhhhhfuuuuuuuckkkk” I screamed this time. And didn’t care if other people in the hotel heard. There was no fear of getting a noise complaint, like when I’d been with Matt on our honeymoon, or countless other trips we’d taken. I wanted the world to know I was cumming on another man’s cock.

Terry let out a groan just as loud and deep, this time grabbing hold of my hips and digging his nails into my ass. As my orgasm washed over me, I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing and then spewing forth thick, hot streams of cum. “AAHAHHHAHAHAH fucking hell you cunt take it!” His muscles were straining. Sweat was beading all over his body.

My hands found his chest, and I dug my nails in like he was digging his into my ass. We cried out in orgasm together. His semen flooded my pussy. It shot inside deep, thick, sticky and warm.

“Oh fuck, I feel your cum!” I cried out, eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm raged inside.

“Fuck. Fucking shit, take my cum. Oh god, so good.” He could feel me squeezing as I was spasming in pleasure.

Sweat dripped down my back, along my neck, down my breasts, a single droplet falling from my pink nipple that was so hard it hurt. I bit the inside of my cheek as my orgasm kept rocking me. Intense and never ending. Making me shake. My thighs trembling as Terry gripped me harder, my hips grinding against him as if trying to milk out every last drop of his cum into my warm tunnel.

All at once I let out a breath and so did Terry, breathe we hadn’t realized we were holding as our pleasure overwhelmed us. I fell forward onto him, head against his chest. Panting, swallowing hard as I tried to catch up with my beating heart and slow-moving brain.

That dark corner in my mind that I’d pushed Matt into began to light up. When I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down, I could see him staring back at me with his deep set dark eyes. It was all my imagination, but I thought if he really were there watching, I’d see jealousy. I’d see… hurt? Would he be hurt that I’d had such an intense orgasm with another man? It made my stomach clench, thinking about doing it in front of him, and my eyes began to water. I didn’t want to hurt Matt. But, for him to see me… like this…

Something about that thought felt so wrong. Twisted. But I didn’t have time to think it through.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been laying there, at some point rolling off Terry and onto my back. Breathing slow and deep. Maybe I’d fallen asleep for a minute. I was jolted awake when I felt Terry grasp my ankle. My eyes opened, and I looked down to the end of the bed. Terry had a hold of my ankles and was gently, but firmly, dragging me to the edge.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He grinned wide, that arrogance of his shining through with his white teeth and his cock between his legs, rock hard.

——

Terry had a lot to be arrogant about. Though he was older, he was decently fit and had a fair amount of stamina. I’d always thought older men lost some of their mojo as they aged, but Terry seemed to have gained some.

It had been over an hour since we’d first arrived. The exact time was fuzzy for me since I hadn’t been able to get a good, solid look at the clock that was on the nightstand. But through the haze of tears and motion, I saw it was sometime around 11. But it was all a blur. 

Terry took me at the edge of the bed to start. Legs wide and up on his shoulders. Whatever control I’d had before, that I’d said I’d wanted, had gotten thrown out the window after our first orgasms. His cock stretched me wide, and he towered over me, ramming deep and hard, making my breasts bounce and every cry from my throat echoing a deep grunt as he got so deep inside he touched places I just never knew existed.

He brought my legs together, wrapping his arms around them and crashing over and over again, making me grip the bed sheets.

Soon after I was on my knees, my arms pulled behind my back as he fucked me vigorously. The way he pulled my arms back made my back arch and my breasts stand out as he held me up with his cock deeply pounding. “Take my fucking cock. You like that Lacy? Huh? You like me controlling you like this? Whose cunt is this?”

He was thrusting so deep, and repeatedly without slowing, I couldn’t help myself. “Yoursyoursyours.” I was breathless and gasping.

My ass was getting red and sore from his thighs slapping against it. “Yes yes. Oh fucking shit yes, so fucking good.”

Our words were filthy and tumbling out of our mouths without restraint. He called me every name I’d ever heard, and some I hadn’t. We were animals, fucking and sweating, unable to control ourselves.

Before I knew it, Terry was picking me up, my legs over his shoulders, hands on my ass and impaling me on his cock in the air. My eyes rolled up, back stiffening, and head falling back. “Oh god! Oh fucking GOD!” I screamed. He kept his eyes on me, his face red and sweating with effort. For the first time, I noticed some gray hairs along his temples denoting his age. His muscles were straining, though he was in shape, it was still a tremendous effort to not only be holding me up in the air but to keep his erection and to be slamming me down onto it. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t slow.

“You like that?” His voice was strained and deep. “Like my fat married cock so deep in you? Your husband get this deep? Huh? He ever fuck you like this?”

I shook my head, sweat matting my hair and dripping down my face. It felt like the room was a sauna, despite the air conditioning. “No no oh god fucking shit no how…how are you, oh god I’mcumming!” I gasped as he rammed me down onto his cock. It felt like I was flying and yet at the whim of gravity. On a trampoline, that kept constantly impaling me into pleasure.

“Cum. That’s it. Cum on my cock, Lacy. Cum on another man’s fucking dick!” He was ramming now. Fast, hard, furious.

“ohgodholyfuckingshitshitshit fuck!” I screamed, arching back and cumming on him as he thrust me down on him and growled out, kissing me forcefully on the mouth. That was something we hadn’t been doing much of. A kiss here. A peck there. But this was a full on mouth to mouth, tongue dancing kiss. I screamed into his mouth as my jaw and lips and tongue moved around, twisting together with his.

I felt him so deep inside. No doubt bruising my cervix. And as my orgasm rammed through me, I felt Terry ejaculating into me again. Spraying me deep inside, overflowing from our union, down his balls and along my ass and splashing and sticking to us in a mess much like the syrup from Matt and I’s impromptu breakfast sex a few days ago.

Tears dripped down my cheeks as I stayed arching back, in the air, his cock pressed hard and deep, spewing stream after stream of cum. We were held again in that magical moment of bliss, our bodies in overdrive. Blood pumping hard and fast. Synapses firing nonstop to the point that I was seeing stars when I opened my eyes and looked at the old, stained ceiling of the hotel.

The world blurred again, and I was in the chair next to the floor to ceiling windows of the room. The curtains open, looking out from the sixth floor. It was dark, and though the lights were on in the room, they were dim and we were angled so no one would be able to see us unless they had some sort of telescope.

My legs were over the arms of the chair and Terry was crouching in front of me, slowly moving his cock in and out of my sore pussy. My lips were puffy, pink, inflamed from the constant punishment I’d gotten from him for… how long now? I tried to catch a glimpse of the clock, but it had moved on the nightstand so I couldn’t see it.

Terry had said he was going to cum inside me no less than three times and he was damn determined to do it. But he was clearly as exhausted as I was. We were covered in sweat. Thick and sticky. Juices coated our legs and crotches and asses. He had his hands on the dimples of my hips where my legs angled up onto the arms of the chair. Gripping me solidly, moving smoothly in and out of my cunt.

We were breathless. Chests heaving. No doubt staining the suede of the chair. Cum was already dripping down my ass crack, along my cheeks, from the two times before that he’d shot his loads inside me. He was watching himself move in and out, his shaft vanishing inside me so deeply it was like I was some sort of magical portal, taking in such a massive amount of meat. It was such a lewd thought, but my brain had long since dispensed with propriety.

His hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me down towards where his cock was sliding into me. “Look at it. Look at my cock inside you. That’s my married dick, not your husband’s.”

I groaned, throat raw from screaming.

“Fucking tell me how it feels. Tell me you fucking love it.”

“Yes.” I gasped. “Yes, i love it. I love your cock, Terry. It’s so big in me. Oh god how are you fitting inside me like this?” Everything in me was shaking. My thighs shuddered, spasming as another orgasm rolled in.

“Oh fuck, so good. I love mom pussy the fucking best. Shit, I’m glad I found you at the club.” He kept me folded towards our genitals. My face a foot away as he kept up the steady pace of fucking me

His abs began to clench as I started whimpering, more tears in my eyes as pleasure rocked me. “I’m gonna cum in you. Get ready. Beg me for it.”

“I want it!” I panted. “Please cum inside me. Cum in me again. I want it. I wanna…ohhhhhhfuck!”

His orgasm came all at once and I felt it again, shooting deep into me. His stomach tightened and his balls clenched as he released inside me, triggering my own orgasm. He leaned in, pressing deeply and pulled my head up, kissing me. No tongue, just lips and teeth. It was rough and almost painful, but needed, as we both released together for the last time.

And it was clearly the last time. Terry was heaving as he moved away, pulling himself out of me with a thick and slick pop. I fell back in the chair, legs apart, fully exposed and dripping his cum  in a stream onto the chair. I brushed my sweaty hair from my face and took deep cool breaths, the room finally changing from an inferno to a frozen tundra. The air was blowing straight onto me from the vent and chilling the sweat on my skin, my nipples hardening painfully from the cold instead of arousal.

Everything was swimming inside me, in a very literal sense as well. Terry had shot millions of sperm into me. If I wasn’t safe… well, tonight would have been a night of more than just conceiving my new sexual freedom.

I gulped down more breaths and as the frigid air sent goosebumps all over my body, I finally slipped my legs down from the chair arms. The door to the bathroom clicked closed, Terry vanishing behind it a moment before I’d finally come back to my senses.

The full weight of what I’d just done started to settle on me, like the sweat drying on my skin and cum between my thighs. I’d just fucked another man for… how long? Getting up on shaky legs I went to my phone that had fallen onto the floor at some point and checked the time. 1 AM. Geeze, I’d been here for hours. My head was beginning to ache from all the exertion and motion. I felt dehydrated. My mouth was dry. I went to the mini fridge and grabbed one of the complimentary bottles of water and chucked it down in just a few gulps before sitting down on the bed.

There were a few text messages from Matt.

Are things going okay?

Having fun?

It’s getting late, are you coming home soon?

I’ll be waiting up for you whenever you get home.

Worry settled in my stomach. Was he worried? Had I not texted enough? I’d completely forgotten about messaging him. Guilt. We’d agreed I’d text him a lot. I’d even said it. But I’d barely texted since we got to the hotel.

I’m on my way home now.

I texted it in a hurry and got up, grabbing my panties. When I slipped them on, I felt the pressure against my sore mound, and the cum squishing against them and me and sticking to the material. It sent shivers through me, but I didn’t have time to think about it. I shoved my bra in my purse, one of the straps hanging out, and then quickly threw on my sweater and shimmed into my jeans. It felt a little grimy, with all the sweat and fluids still on me, but I didn’t have time to take a shower. I wanted to get home. I needed to.

Straightening my hair as best I could in the mirror, I took a few quick calming breaths and then knocked on the bathroom door. “Um…” What was I supposed to say? “I’ve gotta go. I’ll… I’ll call okay?” I was moving to the door before I heard his muffled response. “Great time. Call you soon!”

I was out the door and down the hall within a minute and back in my car, driving home, trying to compartmentalize everything that had just happened.

——

I closed the door to the garage as quietly as I could, cringing at the soft click that seemed to echo in the kitchen. The lights were still on. I put my purse down on the counter and tiptoed towards the living room. “Matt.” I whispered.

He was sitting in the recliner, breathing slow and steady in sleep. His phone was in his lap. An empty bottle of beer sat next to the chair.

This was a scene I’d walked in on several times over the years. His soft snorts and gasps as he slept. Matt never snored, just those soft noises that I’d found utterly adorable and annoying all at once. There’d been several nights I’d laid awake reading or doom scrolling on my phone as he slept next to me and my heart had swelled and felt warm with contentment.

Seeing him now… on the chair asleep, having tried to stay up waiting for me while I was out on a date…

My breath hitched in a little sob. Tears sprang to my eyes. It was all too much. So much emotion. So many chemicals flooding my body and my brain. I could still feel Terry’s cum inside me, dripping into and staining my panties. My pussy was on fire from the multiple poundings.

I’d loved it. I wanted more. And Matt had given me his blessing to go out and do it. How did that make any sense?

I watched him sleep. Biting my lip and crossing my arms over my chest, trying to figure out what to do. I felt dirty. I was dirty. Every inch of me smelled of sweat and sex. I should go take a shower. Clean up. Then I could come back and wake Matt up and take him to bed…

But suddenly something inside me was desperate. Desperate to reconnect. To be taken back from what I’d just done. Reeled back in. I wanted to be safe next to my husband again.

——

It’d been a long time since I’d had a sex dream. Probably before Lacy and I got married. Of course, most of them had been about her once we’d started dating and gotten serious. There’d been some outliers about other women and what not, but most had been about Lacy.

Like this one.

But instead of it being me and her… I was watching. Lacy was naked… slathered in oil and shining from the lights. On her knees, sucking another man. His face was covered in shadows but his smile was undeniable. He was in heaven.

It was a jumble. Shifting scenes and movement and bodies. Swirling feelings of eroticism. Stimulation. I could almost feel Lacy’s mouth, even though it wasn’t me she was swallowing in the dream…

Something jolted me from the dream. Pain. Well, not pain exactly, but something like pressure.

My eyes opened slowly, fuzzy and watery from sleep, and looked down. There was a mess of sweaty, matted red hair. The pressure came again. It was from her mouth, her hand. My vision began to clear, and I saw Lacy on her knees, her sweater tossed aside to show a nearly sheer bra that displayed her nipples. Her hand was squeezing the base of my cock so hard it hurt. Her mouth was swallowing every inch of my cock over and over, rough and fast. Spit dripped down her chin and over her hand, wedding ring and down my balls.

“L…Lacy…” I grumbled, still shaking off sleep.

Her eyes met mine, and I saw a desperation there. Need.

She went down harder on me and squeezed my base, making me grunt in pain. I tried to shift, but she kept a tight hold on me, throating me deep and fast.

Glug glug gluggluglglug. The noise was wet and loud. Slurping and sucking. Lacy wouldn’t stop. My hand went to the back of her head, holding her as she gave me the most violent and sloppy blow job I’d ever imagined. My fingers tangled in her hair. She smelled as if she’d been running for hours, like she’d been to the gym. But my senses couldn’t calm themselves down to analyse it. Her mouth was a vice, her hand a clamp, and she was taking every inch of me deep into her throat over and over again, making me grunt with the passion and pain of it all.

It didn’t take long for me to reach climax. I started shaking, gripping her hair hard and moving along with her, ramming her down onto my cock, making her gag and choke and gasp, coughing around me with drool and spit until I burst.

“Holyshitfuckballs!” I groaned, trying to keep it down, so we didn’t wake up the kids. My cum burst deep in her throat. She gagged. Coughing. Gulping. Lewd, wet noises like something out a hardcore porn echoed in the living room. I spread my legs and pushed her down roughly, burying her nose into my pubic hair and shaking as my ejaculation continued. Even after, the sensitivity of my cock was overwhelming, and I didn’t want to move.

Lacy didn’t fight. She didn’t resist me holding her down and nearly suffocating her. Her gagging coughs were muffled by my penis until I finally calmed down. My muscles relaxed and my grip released so she could pull off.

She coughed violently and gagged, looking like she was going to throw up. Instead, saliva dripped from her lips and so did a good deal of white sticky cum. She swallowed, wiping the cum onto her bare arm, large smears of shining ick. The breaths she took were raspy and deep. She was keeping them slow so she wouldn’t aggravate her gag reflex. Finally, after a minute, she looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes.

I moved instantly, pulling her up onto my lap and hugging her close as she curled into a ball and nestled her sweaty, saliva smeared face into my neck. My grip was tight, comforting, unbreakable.

My wife’s breathing began to slow. Her heart beat, like a hummingbird when I’d picked her up, was finally beginning to even out and become more like a slowly beating drum. Her lips brushed my neck and jaw for a moment in a tender gesture. “I’m home.” She whispered and snuggled deeper into my arms.

I held her like that for I don’t know how long. We didn’t speak. Didn’t need to, at least not at that moment. Tonight had been… new. As amazing and strange and adventurous as the other night had been at the club, this night was different. Whatever Lacy had done on her date, it had shaken her. Though, by the looks of things, it hadn’t driven her back to me to ask for forgiveness or to call the whole idea off. I’d seen it in her eyes when she’d been swallowing me. Abject, complete, unadulterated, lust. What she was giving me was… well, the equivalent of me reclaiming her after a night out. Like we’d done in the kitchen after the club. But I’d been asleep, so she’d taken things into her own hands.

Or, at least, that’s what I thought. I could have been terribly wrong. But I’d been married to this woman for over fifteen years. I knew so much about her.

My hand slipped along her back and down to her hips, her jeans, and along her bottom. I wasn’t copping a feel or trying to be sexual, just giving her a comforting touch as she stayed close to me, calming herself down. I felt it then, between her legs. Heat. Dampness. But more than that, it was a very heavy, almost sticky slickness. I brought my hand up and looked to see it glistening with moisture and the smell was unmistakable because, being a guy, I’d been smelling it nearly every day since puberty hit.

My chest clenched. But I didn’t let her go. I didn’t say anything. I just rocked her slowly and rubbed her back until finally she pulled herself away, sitting up with sleepy eyes. She gave me a tender, soft kiss on the lips. Pressed her forehead to mine, just breathing me in, and then slipped from my lap and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, I heard the shower start. Part of me wanted to go up and join her. Or if not join, to sit in the bedroom and wait for her, so we could continue cuddling in bed. Instead, I stayed in the chair, my pants undone and wet with fluids and my flaccid cock hanging out in the empty living room.

Something about this. About sitting like this in a chair and listening to my wife shower off the sweat and cum from another man… made my blood burn.