Our Evolving Marriage - Ch 05 (Patreon)

Fair is Fair There was something surreal about sitting in the passenger seat of a car, sipping a cherry slush from Sonic, while three very t

Fair is Fair

There was something surreal about sitting in the passenger seat of a car, sipping a cherry slush from Sonic, while three very thick loads of cum seeped out from my pussy into my panties. Lucas had one hand on the steering wheel, his other holding his own drink as he drove slowly through the neighborhood towards my house. After our… romp, he’d offered to get me something to drink, and it sounded all at once strange and necessary. 

Lucas had been a completely different experience from Terry. They both seemed like they were ‘dominant’, wanting to be in control. But Lucas was clearly more BDSM/Kink inclined if the cuffs had been any indication. He hadn’t shown me any other of his ‘toys’, but he’d definitely hinted that he owned more than just the leather cuffs that he’d hung me up with. Terry seemed more raw, wanting to simply fuck. Both had been exciting in their own ways and I was still cataloging it all as I sipped at my slushy and Lucas pulled into my driveway.

It wasn’t until that second that it all hit me. How would I explain to the girls why Lucas was dropping me off? Why I’d left church early? Saying I’d gone to lunch with him was easy enough, but would they smell sex on me? I’d taken a quick shower at Lucas’s, but… what if they asked why my hair was wet and why I smelled like body wash? Fuck! How could I have not thought this through?

I froze, staring at my front door, picturing my daughters running out to see me and then inundating me with questions that I really didn’t have the answers to. I hadn’t come up with a good cover story. If this was going to continue, I couldn’t be so irresponsible. My head suddenly began to ache. Without realizing it I’d been sucking on my slushy to the point I’d given myself a brain freeze. Cringing, but feeling like I deserved the pain, I quickly gave Lucas a wave goodbye and thanked him for the ride, then jumped out of his car and booked it to the door. I didn’t want my fantasy to come true. Hopefully, the girls would be distracted with TV or something and wouldn’t even notice me coming in.

— —

The girls were busy like most kids, watching TV, playing on their computers, completely dead to the world. I’d retreated to the bedroom, sipping at a bottle of cheap beer and sitting on the bed thinking long and hard.

What was Lacy doing?

The obvious answer was sex. Duh. That’s what all of this had become. Sex. But sex for her and not for me it seemed. Ever since that night at the swingers club, Lacy had been the one to reap the benefits of our new dynamic. We’d discussed some details, but now it was feeling like we hadn’t even scratched the surface of the things we should have talked about.

Leaving church… with a fellow church member… It all at once made my cock hard and my stomach roiled with acid and threatened to make me vomit up everything I’d eaten in the last week. My wife had essentially abandoned me with the girls. There was a word for that…

Cuckold.

My grip on the beer bottle tightened.

“I’m not a fucking cuckold.” I muttered, staring down at the floor, my leg bouncing with nervous energy.

I didn’t think Lacy was trying to put me in a corner. To cut me off. Really, what it came down to was that women had lots more opportunities for sex than men. Oh sure, some men were lucky and got the girls, had them flocking to them like ducks to a pond full of breadcrumbs. But women were in far more demand, and that gave them the opportunity to pick and choose. They weren’t beggars. They were the choosers and they had a whole supermarket that they could walk through, and practically all they had to do was point and a man would jump at the chance.

I simply hadn’t had an opportunity to explore. To put myself out there. If we went back to the club, I’d probably get my chance at some fun. But out in the ‘real’ world, it was just a lot harder. Even with all the apps and websites, it was still like searching for the great white whale in the entire vast ocean of females. I taped my nail against the bottle, a soft rhythm that helped ground me.

I loved my wife. She wasn’t trying to hurt me or displace me or anything. She was eager and anxious and excited and exploring. I couldn’t hold that against her. But… we needed to come up with some better rules. Leaving me there in church with the girls, it had been humiliating. Not that anyone knew why she’d left. In fact, no one had said a thing about it. But I knew. And I felt jilted.

And what was worse… she hadn’t told me anything. Not a damned thing about what she’d done with Terry. No doubt she’d keep what she did with Lucas behind the curtain as well. I understood honestly. Lacy was never a prude, but she wasn’t super open about talking about sex. Even when we had first brought up the idea of swinging or sharing, she’d been very quiet and somewhat standoffish when we discussed the details. She’d been excited, interested, but going into the deeper details just made her fidget.

I wouldn’t push. I just hoped that she’d open up on her own, eventually. Once this new lifestyle was more settled and less new, then maybe we could simply talk about it casually like we did the house chores and weather and who needed to take the girls to school events. It would just be another part of our lives.

But for now it was raw and new and we didn’t know how to deal with it. Not properly.

The sound of the front door closing almost made me drop the bottle, narrowly catching it by the neck. I stayed still, sitting on the bed, now swinging my bottle back and forth mindlessly as I listened. Lacy’s footsteps came down the hall, soft and steady. Unhurried. The door to the bedroom creeped open and my wife peeked in. Her face was slightly flushed, hair a little damp.

So she’d showered at Lucas's. Is that where they fucked? Just there? More than one place? More than one time? Every question and thought sent jolts of arousal and anger through my system.

Lacy glanced back down the hall for a second, then stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, locking it quietly. “Uh…hey.” She whispered. The look in her eyes as she leaned against the door in her rumpled sun dress, was… nervous. Maybe guilty?

I wasn’t really sure what to say. All the feelings and thoughts and fantasies I’d had over the last hours were swirling in my brain. I wasn’t sure if they were going down a deep dark drain or maybe they were piling up to be a sweet swirl of ice cream. All I could do was look at her. She was angelic. Red hair slightly damp around her face. A few freckles along her cheeks and nose. A blush rising higher and deeper with each passing second.

The grip on the beer bottle was tight. Tight enough, I was afraid I might crack it. I was angry. I was horny. And that’s never a good combination. Add in a little alcohol and it could be dangerous.

We kept our gazes locked. The guilt on Lacy’s face seemed to grow. Her little smile faded.

Finally… Finally, something snapped in me. I thought about her in the club, getting fucked by two different men in front of a room full of strangers. Of her going off with Terry to do God knows what and now Lucas. Would she start going off on adventures and not tell me? Go behind my back? Were we on the edge of something horrible or something wonderful? It was clearly going to be a tightrope walk. There wouldn’t be any place we would be on solid footing. Danger would always be one tip away. 

“You fucked him.” The words just came out and they were sharp. Lacy winced.

“Uh…well, yeah.” She nodded, hands coming around to pick at her skirt.

“Did he cum inside you?”

Again, she cringed a little. My voice must have been much rougher than I meant it to be. My brain was numb, so I couldn’t tell how my words were sounding.

“Matt…” Her voice was timid.

I stood up. “I said… did he cum inside your married pussy!” I felt like yelling, but I didn’t want to alert the girls. When you have kids in the house, if they are reminded their parents are around, they suddenly find something to say or something to need or ask. I wanted to remain invisible to them for now.

Lacy was breathing hard. Her face red, eyes a little watery. “Matt…” She stammered again and then bit her lip. “Yes…”

I looked her over. Her amazing, petite figure. Slim, but still with the soft curves of a mother. Dress wrinkled because it had clearly been thrown on the floor at some point. “Take your dress off.” I ordered.

My wife’s eyes shot up and stared at me. There was just a tiny hint of fear there. I’d never hurt her. Never. But I was clearly angry. Clearly jealous. And… Well, this was new. So new.

Trembling, Lacy reached up and slipped the straps of her dress off, then stepping away from the door slipped the dress down her chest and over her hips. As it pooled around her heels, she stood back up timidly, her light pink satin bra and panties clinging to her. Because of the nature of her dress, she’d been forced to wear a thong so that she wouldn’t show pantylines. The gusset was pulled tight against her mound, and there was clear evidence of wetness…more than that…

I grit my teeth. Lucas had filled my wife with cum. Terry had too, on more than one occasion. And so had that other guy… what was his name… Charlie, I think. Three other men had been inside my wife and shot their semen deep into her. Three. I gripped the bottle tighter as I stared at the wet spot between my wife’s legs. Her thighs were soft and creamy and shaking under my gaze.

“Pull those down.” I growled. I felt like my eyes were those of some sort of hungry predator.

Lacy let out a shuddering breath, stepping closer and reached down. She was shaking like a leaf. Was she afraid of me? What did she see when she was looking at me? Hearing me? Thumbs hooked into her waistband, she began to pull down her panties.

“Slower.” I ordered.

She froze. Biting her lip she met my eyes and suddenly something changed… the trepidation and maybe fear dissipated to … was it understanding? I certainly didn’t understand. But women often have better intuition than men. Cliche and sort of sexist, but still true. Lacy licked her lips in thought and then nodded.

The panties moved slower. She stood as straight as she could while she did so. The material peeled away from her smooth mound. A sticky wet thickness came into view. White… like glue. Thick strings of it peeling from skin to panties, dripping down into the newly made space.

“Stop!” I hissed.

Lacy stopped. She froze like a beautiful statue. Hands pulling the panties open and down around her hips. Her labia, smeared and slathered in thick cum, still dripping. Oozing. Now that it was freed from the confines of her panties it started to slide along her milky thighs. She lifted her eyes to meet mine.

“Don’t look at me right now.” I muttered.

With a soft whimper she looked down. Eyes on her messed panties. 

“How many…” My voice cracked.

“Three times.” She whispered. It came out strained, husky, wavering with her shivers. “Once in bed. Once…um, standing. And then when we were showering.” She admitted without being asked.

So I was right. She’d fucked him in the shower. I don’t know why that particular admission irked me more than the others. Maybe because we rarely had shower sex. Not because she was adverse to the idea or anything, but… I don’t know. It just wasn’t something we did often and now here she was having done it with someone completely new on the very first… date? Should I think of it as a date? A tryst? A liaison? God there were so many things we still needed to talk about and figure out and all I could do was stare at her pussy. Smooth, pink from use. Tightly closed but oozing and dripping so much cum she probably could have filled a tall shot glass.

I grit my teeth. “Tell me…”

Lacy bit her lip. “Matt…”

“Tell me about the shower. Keep the rest to yourself if you want… fine, but I’m not going to stand here and be left with nothing. When you come home… after these… meetings, you’re going to tell me at least one part. Some part. Something. You can’t keep me in the dark like this, Lacy. It’s too much like cheating.”

My eyes were still glued to her sex. God it was a mess. And yet… It was beautiful. Beautiful and appetising like when you’re at Krispy Kreme and you watch the donuts go down the line, getting glaze poured all over them. Not that I wanted to eat her out when she was a mess like this. I’d read up plenty on fetishes and such within this sort of lifestyle, cum eating being one of them. But it didn’t appeal to me.

However, standing there now in our bedroom, staring at the evidence of what my wife had done… Maybe I liked the look of it.

I sat down on the bed again, bottle gripped between my hands. It was serving as an anchor, something to keep my hands from… I don’t know. But right now… I bared my teeth. “Come here.”

Lacy hesitated. Her whole body was flushing, heated and red. She stepped closer till she was standing in front of me, panties still in place and cum dripping. How was there so fucking much of it? Was Lucas like… I don’t know… holding some sort of reserve of sperm?

She stood still, as still as she could, hands at her sides, fingers gently scraping at her thighs nervously. “Honey… I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to feel like… Like I was hiding something. I’d never cheat. Never. I swear…”

“Then what exactly was today?” My face must have been twisted in a strange mask of grief, anger, repulsion, and curiosity. Her eyes were glistening as she stood exposed.

“I… I texted…”

“Damnit Lacy! That’s not good enough.” I grumbled through my teeth.

She stopped, as if she’d been scolded like a child.

“You texted me in the middle of church. Texted me that you were going out with another man. No discussion beforehand. No plan. No explanation. How’d Lucas even… how…” My voice became strangled, vocal cords tightening up. I stopped, trying to gather my thoughts…

“He was at the club. He saw me.” Lacy admitted.

That… Well, I guess that wasn’t all that surprising. Everyone thinks church people are prudes. But really that’s only the loud and obnoxious ones that want to be seen as holier than thou. The simple people… well their opinions ranged all over. It wouldn’t be a surprise to find out that there were other members of the church in the lifestyle in one way or another. And from what I knew of Lucas… he was a single, young, good looking guy. I’d done a little cyberstalking after she’d texted me. So for him to have been at the club… Well, at least it wasn’t some random hookup. It sounded like she wasn’t the one to initiate. I suppose that should be comforting.

I rubbed at my eyes for a moment and then looked back up at my wife who was still demurely looking down at her cum filled panties.

“Tell me about the shower.” I muttered. There was less heat in my voice now, but I was still angry and … and… just AND. I was everything and nothing. All of the above and none. But I was a blank essay question that needed to be filled in with some sort of answer and I was going to fucking get it.

Her hands formed into loose fists, nervously shaking. “I… um…” She took steadying breaths. It was clear this was embarrassing on so many levels. I was making her expose herself, to stand here in front of me and admit to her sexual activity all while literally showing the evidence of it.

“After… After the second time he, Lucas, he went to take a shower. O…obviously I couldn’t come home…um, sweaty and smelling of sex so… once I was able to get up, I went to the bathroom and well, he just invited me to join him. He was still hard…” She paused, biting her lip. “Do you want to know how big he was?” It wasn’t a teasing question. She genuinely wanted to know if it was something I was curious about.

I just shook my head. I didn’t need to know if he was bigger, thicker, whatever. It was already clear he probably was. I was already feeling humiliated, I didn’t need further confirmation. Even if I didn’t believe in all that stupid size talk.

She swallowed hard and continued. “I got into the shower with him…” She brushed back some of her damp hair. “He um, he made me grab the shower rod and hold on, then lifted me up and I slid down onto him while he squirted soap over me and started to scrub me clean while he thrust his cock into me.” The words were coming quicker now. Her breaths a bit more shallow and excited. “I… basically I was doing pull ups… and going up and down on him while he cleaned me off. Even my asshole. He scrubbed it.” A shiver went through her. Her muscles seemed to contract, and it forced a bit more thick cream out along her slit, a glistening drop gliding along her lips and dripping down to her messy panties, slipping along the pooled cum and off between her thighs, down to the carpet.

My erection was pressing hard against my pants. It was painful. Aching. I needed to reposition, but I didn’t move. Because as much as I was maybe punishing Lacy for abandoning me today, the pain of my erection not being free was my own punishment for letting her go.

“He made me do the work. I was aching all over. It was hard. He’d spank me if I didn’t go up high enough, to his tip. And if I went down too fast, he’d slap my tits.” She was panting now, eyes closed remembering. Thighs trembling and her hand inching towards her pussy.

I stayed silent, watching her.

Her hand slid along her thigh, through the slick drips of cum, and found her cunt. Moving up and down slowly, spreading herself. Was she showing me? Or did she even care if I saw? Her finger found her clit that was smeared in cum, and rubbed around it gently. Another finger slid down, finding her creamy hole and pressed in gently, making more thick jizz ooze out and around her finger and down to her panties.

“He fucked me like that for… I don’t know how long. But when… when he got close he grabbed my ass and just fucked me hard and fast. He told me to be a good girl and take it. Take it deep. And he came inside me. He came so much, Matt. So fucking much every time. Like… I can’t even tell you. I mean look at this! Three loads and I’m still dripping. It’s unreal.” Her finger sank deep with a soft squelch and more thick cum poured out. As her finger exited, it was coated and dripping and she brought it up to her lips, eyes opening and meeting mine. Her tongue swirled and caught the falling strings of semen and then closed around her finger, sucking it clean.

I was trembling with nerves as I watched her. She still looked nervous, maybe even slightly scared, but her arousal had outweighed all of that and she reached back down, rubbing her fingers over herself, smearing the cum all over her crotch, along her lips and inside, dipping fingers in again and bringing them back to her mouth. Eating Lucas’s cum right in front of me.

It was fucking arousing. It was fucking sexy. It was fucking infuriating. I didn’t know what to do with my feelings. With my frustration. But I had to move. I had to do something. 

I was on my feet. Stalking towards her. She stepped back until her back was against the wall, gasping softly and yelping when I put my hand against her chest to keep her in place. With her firmly against the wall, I started to undo my belt and button and zipper.

Lacy’s eyes blazed with want and she reached down pulling her panties off so they slipped down to the floor. Her hands went to my boxers and helped me pull them down, but when she reached for my cock, I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands up over her head, pinning them to the wall.

“M…Matt!” She gasped, her arms over her head making her tits jump and almost slip from her bra.

“Shut up.” I breathed. With my other hand I reached down and started to furiously jerk my cock. I was already on edge, teetering on that fine line between control and oblivion. I wanted oblivion.

Lacy stared down at my cock, throbbing and purple. My fist jerking fast and pointing my cock directly at her slick, messy cunt. She watched, eyes wide, panting and shivering, as I held her against the wall. “Honey…” She breathed. “Honey cum for me. Please… please…shoot your cum all over me… paint my pussy please baby…” She was whimpering now, begging. 

Was it sincere? Was she just playing it up for my feelings? Suddenly my rock solid marriage was… on shifting sand. I wasn’t sure if my wife was being truthful and it cracked my heart wide. I jerked my cock faster and grit my teeth, trying to keep my tears at bay and began to jerk, my orgasm being forced through.

My cum gushed, thick and warm, shooting against her pussy, drenching it in a new glaze of white.

“Yes…oh fuck it’s hot… fuck honey yes yes!” Lacy whimpered and her legs shoot as my cum splashed over her, covering the entirety of her sex and mixing with the cum that was already there, dripping down her thighs and down to the carpet, staining it. Her breaths were hot and deep and full of delight as she watched me shoot and shoot and then begin to dribble.

I pushed forward and rubbed my tip over her bellybutton, filling it and smearing it with the last bits of my cum before releasing her hands and stepping back, trying to catch my breath. My eyes felt hot, my stomach was gurgling, threatening to make me sick.

Without a word, I pulled my boxers and pants back up, closed them up and went to the bathroom to splash my face with water. I didn’t look at Lacy. Didn’t speak. I was fragile at that moment. In turmoil. Everything inside was a mess.

I’d loved and hated seeing Lacy at the club. And the sex we had after was amazing. With Terry… that was different. I was in the dark. But when she got home, the blow job she’d given me was intense and mind blowing. Now she’d gone out again and we’d done something else adventurous. It was amazing. Thrilling. But… I felt like my trust was broken. Or if not broken, bent.

“Matt?” Lacy stood in the bathroom doorway, naked except for her bra. Her pussy a mess of thick glaze.

I hung my head, water dripping from my nose and brow.

“Honey… are you okay?” Timidly, she stepped into the bathroom. Ignoring the fact her vagina was making a mess of her thighs and little drips were falling to the floor. It should have been intensely sexy. And it was. But I was too overwhelmed.

“No…” I muttered. “You… I… we are supposed to be in this together.” I turned away from her, splashing more water on my face, trying to cool myself down so I didn’t throw up. “Together.” I repeated. “But so far it’s just been you. Going off. Doing whatever. Keeping me in the dark.”

Lacy stood close, rubbing one of her arms, listening quietly.

“I’m…you’re making me feel like… like a cuck Lacy.”

She cringed.

“I’m not a… I’m not going to sit in some corner and just watch you… I… Well, maybe that’s not right. I mean, I might actually want to do that. But… I’m not impotent. I’m not gonna sit back and just let you go and do what you want and then come home expecting me to be holding down the fort. That’s not what I signed up for. That’s not what we agreed on.”

Her eyes moved down again. Cheeks red with shame, embarrassment.

“I… I want to try this lifestyle, Lacy. I do. And for a minute…mostly, I liked it. I… honestly, I even like that you were out this afternoon. But… It was humiliating. I was left with the kids. An afterthought. I will not be an afterthought in our marriage.” I slammed my fist against the countertop.

Lacy jumped.

I released my fist and hung my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I’m sorry.”

She nodded timidly, the look in her eyes concerned but trusting. “I…Matt I’m sorry…”

I stood up and sighed. “It… it’s okay, just… I need a break right now, honey. I… this…” I rubbed at my brow. “Get cleaned up. The girls can’t see you like that.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. And I didn’t want to listen to my wife’s apologies. I knew she was sorry. And though I was having some trouble gauging her sincerity about her desire for me, I did believe that she didn’t want to hurt me. Nothing she’d done was malicious.

Her eyes were searching mine as I turned to face her. She looked…sad.

I wanted to comfort her. I really did. But I just didn’t have it in me. Not right then. Not when she was still a mess of another man’s cum.

A call from down the hall sparked us out of our melancholy. One of the girls was calling out for something. Time to be a parent. No time to be man and wife right now. “I’ll take care of it.” I muttered and moved past her, making sure not to touch her, and closed the bathroom door behind me before leaving the bedroom and going to take care of my kids.

— —

Matt didn’t come to bed.

The rest of the day after I’d gotten home, I cleaned myself up. Scrubbing and scrubbing. Finally the cum stopped pouring from my vagina. Afterwards, I made dinner for the girls. They didn’t question where I’d been, so I just took the win that my children were oblivious to their parents.

Matt wouldn’t stay in the same room as me. Whenever I came in to tell the girls' dinner was ready, he got up and went to the home office, shutting the door with a flimsy excuse that he had some things he needed to do before work on Monday. I knew it was because he was upset. I’d seen it all over his face. In his body language. He was hurting, confused. I wanted to comfort him. To call my parents, have them take the kids and give us a chance to sit and talk. To argue. To hash it all out. But that just wasn’t an option.

I fed the girls, then got them ready for bed. Once they were down, I went and changed into my pjs, though not the usual ones I wore. This time, I opted for a bit of a sexier set. A burgundy lace trimmed cami and flutter shorts that exposed half my ass. I wanted to be sexy for him. Enticing. Our encounter after I got home had been… geez, it had been intense.

Actually. Intense didn’t even begin to describe it. The gruffness of his voice when he was addressing me, ordering me to expose myself and the illicit evidence of my sexual encounter. Telling him about what Lucas had done to me in the shower and remembering had just added a whole new layer of arousal. During my time with Lucas, I hadn’t tasted his cum, at least not any more than his pre-cum when I’d given him an initial blow job when we first got to his place, so scooping it out of my pussy and licking it, swallowing it, right in front of Matt had been… holy crap had it been! That was the only way to put it.

The house was so quiet as I paced in the bedroom, hoping Matt would come out, that he’d come to the bedroom. I was prepared to do almost anything. Fuck… I wanted to do everything! Just remembering the authority in his voice, telling me to pull my panties down… I wanted to do it again. I had a feeling that I’d just discovered a new kink or fetish. Showing my husband my creamed cunt in my messy panties.

Now I just wanted to hear his voice. And if his voice was ordering me to do sexy, naughty, kinky things… well, then I guess I’d just have to go along with it.

But he didn’t come to bed. It was almost midnight by the time I got the courage to slip to the office and put my ear to the door, listening in. Was he maybe… I don’t know… watching porn? Or… maybe he was trying to find a date? He’d been right that so far I’d been the only one to have any sort of fun in this alternative lifestyle. And that wasn’t what we’d agreed to. Though I’d hardly prevented him from doing anything. If he wanted to go out… Well, I’d let him. It was only fair. He’d let me go out twice now. Fair was fair.

I didn’t hear anything on the other side of the door. When I tried the knob, it turned easily and quietly. I peeked in. Matt was curled up on the futon in the corner, softly snoring.

Tears sprung to my eyes, and I bit my lip. Closing the door gently, I slipped back to our room. I wanted to cry… but… I also didn’t feel like I deserved to. Matt was right. It wasn’t intentional, but I’d pushed him into a corner, at least a little. Especially with what I’d done today. At least with Terry there had been time, texts, planning. Lucas was spur of the moment and we hadn’t talked about that sort of thing. What rules should there be? How we would handle it. And I’d let him cum inside me! Dear lord, I hadn't asked for a clean bill of health or anything. Though if he’d gone to the club, he must have been tested fairly recently. But still…

I’d thrown caution to the wind and dove headfirst into everything. And I’d done it without regard for my husband's feelings.

I sat on the bed and tried to breathe. Slow. Slow. In. Out. The tears kept threatening, but slowly they receded and I was able to focus again. How was I going to make this right? Fix this. Obviously, I needed to apologize, but he didn't want to hear it. At least not yet. And he needed space. That’s why he was in the office sleeping. I’d put a crack in our marriage. I needed to find a way to start repairing it.

Hands on my knees, rubbing and thinking, I stared down at the spot on the carpet where Matt’s cum had dripped off my pussy. I traced my teeth along my bottom lip, thinking about his words. How hurt and upset and…jealous he’d sounded. I put my face in my hands, rubbing my cheeks. Matt deserved better. To be treated better. I may not have intentionally done it, but I’d basically cucked him today and that was just unacceptable. I had to fix this.

It was almost one AM when suddenly I had an idea. It was… it was insane. Crazy? Stupid? Weird? I grabbed my phone and started texting…

— —

I sat back in my desk chair, rubbing at my eyes and sighing. Coordinating this event was… strangely difficult. I’d made my texts last night, though I didn't expect an answer right away. Replies started coming through this morning as I was on my way to work and only now, at lunch, had I been able to start replying.

The office was mostly quiet, usually filled with the click and clack of keyboards as the IT staff worked through the many issues people constantly found themselves encountering. Mouses clicked constantly; it was like the chirp of an unseen cricket that refused to be silenced. I’d had my share of tickets to take care of this morning the second I’d sat down. People getting locked out of accounts. Software needing installed. Malware issues. That one lone employee who thought they were being clever, trying to watch porn on the network and not hiding their tracks well enough. It was a constant barrage of issues. But finally, things had calmed down, mostly because people had largely left to get food, so I’d have a good hour of peace.

I texted back and forth in the new group chat I’d put together, trying to coordinate the details. This morning when I’d gotten up, Matt was already awake. Coffee was made. The girls' lunches were packed. Everything seemed normal. He even gave me a soft, chaste kiss, handing me a steaming mug while he went to get the girls up and ready for school. But there was a stiffness to his actions. Something stale in the air between us and it hurt.

There was no one to blame but myself. I was the one who’d gone overboard. Matt hadn’t told me to stop or that he didn’t want to keep pursuing this lifestyle. But the pain and struggle he was going through was real. And I’d been unfair. I needed to balance the scales. And if I could pull this off… well I think the scales would be more than balanced.

“Lace? You finished with that reformatting job?” Devon came lumbering in from the hall, diet coke in hand and a laptop folded under his arm. The head of the IT department was somewhat squat and rotund, hairy and pale, the poster boy for what most people thought of when they heard the term IT. As abrasive as he could be, Devon was good at his job and ran the department well, with little to no nonsense, but always keenly aware of his employees' needs. He wasn’t a slave driver, but he wasn’t lax either. As long as the job got done, everything else was incidental to him.

“Hm?” I looked up from my phone as a couple new messages were coming in. “Oh right. Yeah, it’s finished up, just reinstalling all the software they’re gonna need.” I wave a hand and lean back in my chair, brushing back some stray strands of hair that had come loose from my ponytail.

Devon nodded and took a slurp of his soda. “Good. Stuff like that’s a fucking pain. And it looks like we are gonna have a few more coming up, so I’m gonna hand those to you since you’re fresh on the procedure.”

I gave a nod. In the grand scheme of things we did in the department, reformats were fairly easy. You just had to keep an eye on things so they didn’t go haywire.

“Doing okay?” He asked, leaning against the low wall of my cubicle. “Looking a bit stressed.”

“Yeah, just… trying to put together a little surprise party and it’s turning into more of a chore than I thought.” I tried to smile, but I was just too emotionally exhausted. 

“Hmmm.” Devon rumbled, playing with the tab on the soda can, making a metallic twang twang sound as he considered what I’d said. “It a big party or something more small?”

“Small, but kinda involved. Gotta get all the pieces just right.” I glanced back at my phone as it buzzed with replies.

“Yeah, sometimes the smaller things can be harder to arrange. You’d think the fewer people involved the easier, but because the whole event depends on those few people, then you’ve gotta be absolutely sure they are gonna show.”

I nodded. “Yeah, and it's harder when you don’t know them personally.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn't question things. “Well, good luck. If you need some time off to get it all settled, let me know. Just make sure to get those laptops squared away.” He saluted with his soda can and then was waddling off towards his office.

I chewed at my lip for a minute, looking through the new messages as they came in rapidly. Not only was I trying to figure out how to organize this surprise with strangers, I also needed to plan a way to get the kids out of the house for a night. My parents were always eager to take them, but that wasn’t always as simple as giving them a call and dropping them off. But I had to do this. Matt deserved to know that I’m not taking him for granted or leaving him behind.

More messages came in. I replied quickly. Things were coming together. But they were far from ready. I brushed back my hair into a ponytail. The messages were giving possible dates. The closest one, this Friday night. But that was five days away. It seemed like a lifetime. Part of me had hoped we could get it all squared away by Tuesday. But people had lives, and they weren’t about to just drop everything for my needs. I was lucky it was going to be so soon.

I navigated to my contacts and clicked on my mom’s number, putting the phone up to my ear as I was getting back to work.

“Hey, hon. What’s up?” Mom asked cheerfully, the sound of dishes clinging and a sink running filled the background.

“Hey mom. I was wondering, would you maybe be able to take the kids this Friday night? I was hoping to have a date night with Matt.”

“Friday? Sure. Do you want us to keep them over Saturday too? We can just bring them to church on Sunday and hand them off if you want a bit of a longer weekend.”

My smile made my cheeks hurt. “Yeah! Actually, that would be terrific.”

“Great. Just let me know what time you want me to pick them up. Okay, sweetie. Love you.”

“Love you too!” I hung up and set my phone down on my desk. Well… that was easier than I thought. Or at least that part of the surprise. Now came the trickier part.

I picked my phone back up and opened the text exchange I’d begun with Susan and Luci. “We are on for Friday night.” I texted.

Susan - “Great!”

Luci - “Perfect!”

“Are you both really okay with this?” I was shaking as I typed.

Susan - “Hon this ain’t my first rodeo 😀” 

Luci - “Totally down for it. Been a while since I’ve done this sort of house call, though. Might be a bit rusty.”

Susan - “I’m sure we can oil you up just fine.”

Luci - “LOL”

The text exchange continued on and I let them laugh and tease each other while I sat back and took a deep, slow breath. This Friday… soon but so far. Would this help? Or was I setting myself up for a very, very big mess?

There was only one way to find out.

— —

The week was tense. Every day felt torturous. Seeing Lacy… it just stirred feelings that seemed almost too complex for me to handle. After confronting her Sunday, I’d taken to sleeping in our home office. It wasn’t that I couldn’t be around her or didn’t want to be. I desperately wanted to be close to her. My love for her hadn’t been blemished at all. It was still burning and alive.

But I felt… It felt as if I was at a school dance. I’d come with friends. But I’d ended up sitting at the tables watching everyone else sway to the rhythm of the music. I was a wallflower. It was lonely.

It wasn’t Lacy’s fault. Not really. I know deep down she didn’t do anything on purpose to hurt or exclude me. But she’d still gone out and had these intense and new experiences and I had been left at home…

Sex with her was wonderful. I didn’t feel like I was missing something. If I never had sex with anyone else in my life, it would be okay. I had my wife. That was more than enough. But I was still jealous. I still felt like I’d been somehow pushed to the side and that my feelings didn’t matter.

Lacy didn’t go out again. Didn’t even talk about it.

Breakfast was tense, but I still gave her kisses good morning and good night even though I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in our bed. I just needed some time to think. To let my feelings settle. Sleep was fitful, filled with dreams of my wife getting fucked. Fucked by other men. Fucked my multiple men. Doing things that she never did with me. Every time I woke up, I was drenched in sweat and my erection was painful and on edge. But I couldn’t bring myself to masturbate. It felt like a punishment, and I deserved it.

The girls didn’t notice anything wrong, thankfully. And we kept things civil and quiet. Lacy didn’t push, though every night she offered herself in one way or another. She was affectionate. Loving. Reassuring. But there was still that little speck of doubt and it was haunting me.

Work moved slowly, the time ticking by at a snail's pace as I sat in my office, working on project after project mindlessly. I’d stay late. As late as possible without seeming suspicious. Dragging myself home and through the door just in time for dinner. Smiling at the girls. Giving Lacy a kiss. It was all painfully normal.

I wanted things to be normal.

But at night… the unknown tormented me. I respected Lacy’s wish. I didn’t push her to tell me things. But I’d meant what I’d said. If she went out, she had to give me something. Just a piece. I wouldn’t be left in the dark.

By the time Friday came around, the quiet and the separation were wearing on me so heavily I was ready to crawl back to Lacy and beg to try to work things out. That was stupid, of course. She wasn’t shutting me out. I was the one that was being cold. All she had done was what we’d agreed to, more or less. Did we need to iron out the rules? Sure. But she hadn’t cheated or betrayed me. I just wanted things to be good again. And I had to be the one to make the first step.

The whole drive home, I was thinking about what to say. We would need to wait until the girls went to bed to really have a meaningful conversation, but that was okay. Lacy was worth waiting for. We could make this work. This little rough patch could be smoothed out and we would be better than ever.

I pulled into the garage and sat back as the car idled and clicked as it cooled. Several different speeches were echoing in my head. Everything from desperate groveling to flowery declarations of love. I’d probably fall somewhere in between when we actually could talk. I just had to make it through the next few hours before bedtime and then we could put this all to rest.

Getting out of my car, I trudged towards the door and stepped inside. The house was quiet. Way too quiet considering the girls should have been home from school and engrossed in some television show. I put down my backpack and peeked into the living room. It was empty and quiet. I continued to the dining room and found Lacy sitting at the table in a long fuzzy blue robe, tapping on her phone with a glass of wine.

“Honey?” I asked. “Where are the girls?”

Lacy jumped, surprised, and put her phone down quickly. “Oh! Good! You’re home.”

I glanced at her phone for a second. Was she texting Terry? Lucas? Or was there already some other guy? Why did that make my chest burn?

“The girls are with my parents for the night… um… actually, until Sunday.” She stood up, holding her robe closed.

Was she sexting? Was that why she was in a robe? Had I just interrupted some cyber encounter? I didn’t want to think about it. Suddenly, I just wanted to go to bed.

“Okay… uh, any particular reason?” I asked, walking towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

I felt her eyes on me and then she was following me. “Well… I thought maybe we needed a little… alone time.” She said, standing next to the counter as I went to the fridge and pulled out a soda, popping the top with a sigh.

She was right. We did need some alone time. That’s what I’d been thinking about. Now we had the time. The girls wouldn’t be a problem. And… if it came to shouting, then we wouldn’t have to worry about waking them.

“Yeah.” I put the soda down untouched on the counter. “We should probably talk…” 

Lacy stepped forward and put her hand on my chest. “Wait.” She whispered. “Matt…” She looked away for a second, then met my gaze. “Listen. I know… I know things haven’t been good. Since we started… geez it’s barely been two weeks, we’ve already screwed things up. I went out, and I guess got caught up in everything. It was like I was finally free…”

My stomach twisted. “Free? Lacy! Did you think I was… have I been… I never tried to make you feel like you were in a prison…” How could she feel that way? Why hadn’t she said anything? The last thing I’d ever want to do is make Lacy feel confined.

Her hands came up and took gentle hold of my cheeks. Up onto her toes, she gave me a soft kiss. “Matt… just let me talk, okay?” She said it softly, but firmly.

I swallowed back my emotions and nodded. It seemed like things were even worse than I thought. How could I have been so blind?

Lacy’s hands moved to my shoulders, her eyes still looking into mine. “I love you. Full stop. Don’t ever, ever worry about that. And if all of this is bothering you, then we can stop. No questions. It’s not good or fun unless it’s good and fun for both of us.” Her hands moved to my chest and started fiddling with my shirt buttons. “Yes… when we started, I felt kind of free. Not from you. You were never holding me back. You have taken the best care of me. What I mean is… we’ve grown up in a bit of a repressed culture, you and I. Church doesn’t really smile on extramarital encounters. Though there’s so many of them in the bible and they never seem to address them.” She shook her head. “Anyway. This is our life. We need to figure it out. But you’re the most important thing to me. You and the girls.” 

She was undoing my buttons, slowly, carefully, and slipping her hand inside to feel my skin. “I’m sorry I took advantage. Left you out. I didn’t mean to.” Coming closer, I could feel her heat, the softness of her robe. She smelled sweet, like lavender and vanilla. Leaning close, she pressed her lips to my chest. “I’m going to make this up to you.” She whispered against my skin.

I let out a sigh. All my worry was still knotted up, but her touch and words quieted the turmoil in my heart. “I’m sorry…” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her hair, smelling the fresh shampoo. “I know this week… I’ve been distant. That’s not really fair either. It was just… I was jealous. This… all of this is new and… it’s not that I don’t like it, but I was feeling left out, like you said. Like you were getting to go and do whatever you wanted, but I was expected to be left at home to keep the light on.” I shook my head, keeping my face against her soft hair. Her lips touched my chest again.

“I’m sorry. I never, ever want you to feel like that. Like you’re trapped. I want you to explore, too. You’re allowed. And we need to communicate better… I shouldn’t have run off like that from church. It was irresponsible.”

My hands wrapped around her waist. “But you had fun.” I smile into her hair.

Lacy chuckled. “Yeah. I did. You saw the evidence.”

My grip on her hips tightened and her lips pressed against my chest, hands still slowly unbuttoning till she was down to my waist. She moved my shirt, caressing her lips and tongue along my skin until she found my nipple and kissed it slowly. “But I liked your cum more…” she hissed, her teeth grazing my skin. “I can’t believe you came so much… all over me…Matt it was so hot… fuck, I want you to paint me with your cum more.”

I couldn’t help but release a groan. This entire week, since Sunday, I’d been deprived and avoided sex. It was too confusing. Too raw and emotional. I couldn’t stop thinking of the things she’d done. Of what she hadn’t told me and what she had and what I’d seen. All those thoughts were on constant repeat and they’d built up my arousal ten fold. My balls had been aching all week. But my heart had been aching more.

Now… feeling my wife's touch… hearing her words… I was on edge. God, I needed to touch her. Feel her. I didn’t want us to be fighting. I didn’t want this tension.

Her lips traced along my nipple. Kissing it. Sucking softly and nipping with her teeth. Her eyes drifted up to meet mine. “Let me make this up to you.” Her hands moved down to my belt and started to undo it.

I leaned down to try to kiss her, but she put a hand to my lips, stopping me with a playful smile. “No, no.” She whispered. “Tonight… this is about you. I’ve gotten my fair share. Now it’s your turn.” Taking me by my belt, she moved backward towards the living room, pulling me along until we were in front of the couch and she gently pushed me down. I fell back, bouncing on the couch as I looked up at Lacy curiously, my brain quickly fogging with desire.

Standing in front of me she smiled the most sultry smile I’d ever seen, then reached into her robe pocket and pulled out what looked like a plastic ring. “Cock ring.” She said when I raised an eyebrow. “I want you to last tonight… for a long…long…time.”

I swallowed hard. What was my wife planning? It wasn’t like I was quick to the draw or anything. I could last a while, if I tried. But I couldn’t speak as she moved close and finished undoing my belt, and set it aside. Then she was undoing my button and zipper and pulling my jeans open, boxers down and pulling out my cock. The sudden feel of her hand already had me dripping. Her fingers circled around me delicately and she rubbed her thumb along my tip, spreading my pre-cum around the head. “Your cock…is so beautiful.” She giggled. Then… she was carefully stretching the ring around me, carefully slipping it down and moving my balls through so that my whole base was clenched by the ring, making me grunt in a mixture of pain and pleasure. My already hard cock became more engorged, the blood pumping harder to keep circulating and rushing through me.

“Mmmm.” She hummed softly in desire, stepping back again now that she had my cock retrained. “Tonight honey… you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.” The smile she gave made my stomach flip and my heart beat like a freight train. Her hands went to her robe belt and began to untie it. The robe slipped open and off her slender shoulders, pooling onto the floor.

Lacy stood before me wearing a completely sheer pink babydoll gown that went just barely to her mid thigh. Her breasts were held tightly by lace, her nipples pushing against the soft material. She wore a g-string that was also completely see through, so thin it was a wonder it didn’t rip, it was so tightly pulled against her smooth pussy. For a moment she just stood, letting me look at her in the equal parts cute and sexy outfit, then she stepped forward, leaned in and put her hands on my thighs. She brought her face close to mine and kissed me. “I’m sorry for being selfish. I hope tonight you get to see just how generous I can be and want to be in this relationship.”

I reached up, wanting to hold her, touch her. I wanted to tell her that I knew she wasn’t selfish. We all got wrapped up in things sometimes and it was just a mistake. We would fix it. We could and would make all of this work. But she pushed my hands away again and put them down at my sides. “I told you. Tonight is about you. So let us take care of you for a while first.” She grinned and kissed my nose.

“Us?” The word didn’t make sense.

The sound of clicking heels filled the room, and I looked over to see two other women walking into the living room. One was a somewhat tall woman, a bit older looking though she didn’t have many wrinkles. The old adage that ‘black don’t crack’ seemed to be true in this woman’s case. Her skin was dark and flawless, with cascading dark hair tied in a nice, intricate braid and resting over one shoulder. She was slim, but with a beautiful amount of curves, the swell of her breasts pressing against the dark ruby red lace of her bra. Her shiny red garter belt around her waist cinched tight, garter straps stretching and clipped to shiny red stockings that clung to her strong legs. Her panties were little straps circling her waist, framing her smooth mound, and a row of white pearls pressed against her center.

Next to her was a shorter woman who was a bit more curvy and younger. She had short, curly brunette hair and a cute, plump cheeked face. Skin pale and sprinkled with freckles. There was a smoothness to her curves, a sensuality to them that made my skin break out in goosebumps. She wore a sapphire blue lingerie set that matched the red one her friend was wearing. Her pussy lips were more plump and gripping the pearls tightly.

“Uh…Lace…what…” I stammered, blushing. My erection was almost painful seeing not just my wife dressed so erotically, but these two strange women. I was also embarrassed. This was the first time I’d been naked in front of strangers. Lacy may have taken to it like a fish to water back at the club, but me… well, I still had some insecurities to get over.

My wife stepped over to the women and turned to face me. “Matt, this is Susan.” She motioned to the black woman to her right. “Terry’s wife.”

Susan smiled a bright white smile and gave a wave. “I believe you’ve met my husband. Sorry if he was a bit of a dick. He’s really a nice guy, just a bit cocky.” She chuckled, giving me a salacious wink. The innuendo wasn’t lost on me.

“And this,” Lacy motioned to the girl on her left. “Is Luci. She’s a friend of Lucas’s. She’s the one who got him into the club.”

Luci grinned wide and sweet. “Hey! It’s so good to meet you. I think I saw you at the club… but I was a bit busy elsewhere.” Her cheeks went a little pink.

Lacy reached out and took each of the women’s hands. “Tonight honey… fair is fair. You get to have some fun… with all of us.”

My cock jumped. Pulsing with the idea. Was this a joke? Were there rules? Was this real?

Susan leaned in and mock whispered to Lacy. “I think your husband is speechless.” She chuckled and her breasts bounced beautifully in the red lace.

Lacy joined her in laughing. “Well… let’s take his silence as agreement…” She walked forward, pulling the other women along with her and they stood in front of me, forming a semicircle, all looking down at my cock.

“Mmm. You weren’t kidding. It’s beautiful. I’ve seen my fair share, but sometimes something looks just right.” Luci giggled, everything about her made soft motions with her laugh and I clenched my jaw at how erotic it was.

Tossing back her hair, Lacy went down to her knees, pushing my legs wider and leaning in. I felt her warm breath against my sensitive skin. Her eyes were beautiful, little green gems sparkling as she looked at me. Pink lips touched my tip and I let out a grunting moan.

Susan caressed a hand along my thigh and moved in closer, bringing her warm dark lips to one side of my throbbing cock and kissed. Luci did the same, her breasts pressing to my other thigh, her tongue gliding over the side of my cock.

I watched as the three women began to utterly worship me. My wife kissing slowly all around my head, little pecks, soft touches. Tongue flicking out against my slit, licking up my oozing pre-cum. The other two women moved along either side, kissing, licking, nibbling. They would whisper things against my skin. Tastes so good. So hard. Thick. Mmm, you’re a lucky woman.

My groans became constant. Panting. The effects of the cock ring making every touch ten times more sensitive. Their mouths moved all over. Covering every inch of me. Soon my cock was glistening with saliva. It coated their lips. It began to gather and drip along my shaft. They would lick it up and let it drip back out of their mouths and slide off their tongues, coating my cock more, making it froth and dribble all over me. It streamed down and coated my balls, dripping between my thighs.

It was intense. Overwhelming. Seeing my wife in the middle, sucking at my head. Kissing it all over like it was the most beautiful and desired thing she’d ever seen. The other women felt so different. Soft lips. Hot breath. Wet tongues. The sound of their needy moans and the feel of it through their lips along my length was sending me into a trance of pure sexual pleasure.

Had I not had the cock ring on, I would have cum easily within the first minute. But it kept me from ejaculating. It kept me hard. And so I suffered through the pleasure of three women worshiping me. Tongues and lips on fire, making me drip and slick and pulse. I was whimpering before long. “God! Oh, fucking god!”

“That’s it honey. Enjoy it. Don’t hold back.” Lacy panted, eyes on me with a hungry need that I’d never witnessed before.

“Fucking shit honey. Oh god. It feels good.” I was breathing so hard, everything hurt, but in a good way. A mixture of pleasure and torture.

Luci moved a little lower, sucking and licking at my heavy balls. Susan put her mouth around my shaft and began to move up and down, letting her lips and tongue glide along me as Lacy began bobbing up and down on my head.

I couldn’t move. I was struggling with all the feelings. Trying to process. To watch. To feel. To listen. “Ohhhh fuuuckkkk….” I grunted out, arching my back, grasping at the cushions of the couch for something… anything to keep me grounded.

“Do you like it, honey?” Lacy moaned around my cock head. Her tongue viciously lapped at my frenulum, making my cock pulse along with my heartbeat. “Hm? Do you like feeling three women please you?”

“Oh, fuck…fuck yes honey… yes…” I gasped out. My balls were full. I needed to cum, but the ring wouldn’t let me. And… I didn’t want to stop. Never. I never wanted to stop.

Lacy gripped my cock at the base and squeezed me harder, making me groan. Her eyes were on fire and I wanted to dance in the flames. “Good… because we are just getting started…”