Our Evolving Marriage - Ch 6 (Patreon)

Problem Solving I pulled open the fridge door and rifled around until I found an old bottle of pedialyte from when one of the girls had been

Problem Solving

I pulled open the fridge door and rifled around until I found an old bottle of pedialyte from when one of the girls had been sick. It was still good. Half full. Grape flavor. I hated grape, but the girls loved it. I opened it and chugged the entire bottle.

Every muscle ached, in a good way. I felt sweaty and grimy, sticky with fluids that were mine and most that weren’t. I went to the sink and refilled the bottle with water and began to chug it until it was half empty and my stomach felt bloated. I put it down and leaned against the counter, taking slow deep breaths, trying to let my pulse slow and the water make its way through me to the many needed places. Saying I was dehydrated was an understatement.

The last few hours had been like some sort of demented test to see if I could survive the rigors of a life of nonstop sex. It was hard to say if I’d had any sort of break since coming home and being confronted by Lacy and her two friends. I took a slow sip from the pedialyte bottle, thinking… I’d gone to the bathroom a couple times. Once. I hadn’t been alone… that had been a very erotic and yet strange encounter with… who… oh right, Susan. Terry’s wife. I could still feel her tongue pressed to my asshole while I was trying to pee.

Still wasn’t sure if I liked that or if it was too dirty or weird for my taste. There was a lot to process. And if my wife was being truthful… I might not get a chance to process anything until after church on Sunday. The girls were gone for the weekend, and Lacy had essentially promised me a weekend filled with sex. I certainly wasn’t going to complain about that. So far, it had been amazing.

How many times had I cum?

I scratched at my matted hair and took another slow sip of water. Four? Five? It was hard to tell. A couple times I’d been so… so utterly lost in everything that all the sensations ran together. No matter the number, I felt drained. And thankfully, so did the three women I’d left in the bedroom, sound asleep on the bed. Sprawled out and leaving no room for me. But that was fine. I needed a break. A few minutes to myself to rehydrate and just… think.

Refilling the bottle one more time, I took it to the stools on the other side of the counter and sat down. The cold of the wood made me suck in a sudden breath. I was still naked. The idea of putting on clothes or even just boxers to come get some water had seemed too exhausting.

I lay my head on my arms, taking slow, deep breaths. The second my eyes closed, I could see images that would remain with me forever and probably replay themselves on my deathbed.

A dark-skinned woman, red bra pulled down under her swaying breasts, pearl panties pulled to the side of her swollen labia. She was on top of me, riding firm and hard and steady. Her ass slapped against my sweaty thighs over and over as I stared at her dark pink lips, swallowing my cock, thick white cream gathering at the base and smearing along my shaft every time she rose up.

“Fuck! Fuck god yes Matt oh shit!” She groaned, her voice raspy and deep. Her long, dark braid swayed against her back. She planted her hands on my chest to help steady her and began to bounce herself on me faster. “Fuck me, god fuck me, yes!” Her eyes were intense, looking into mine.

The raw feeling of my penis inside her, the slick walls of her pussy squeezing against me and rubbing over and over, was intense. Had I not just cum almost fifteen minutes before, I’d have already shot a load inside her. But as it was, that other load was inside Luci’s plump cunt, who was lying next to me, completely nude now, her lingerie lost somewhere in the house, with my wife’s mouth between her legs.

“That’s it Lacy…right there…ooooohhhh fuck yes, eat your husband’s cum from my pussy.” Luci cooed, laying back, one hand on the back of Lacy’s head with her fingers intertwined in her red hair and the other on her heavy breast, pinching her nipple.

Luci looked over at me with a sultry smile. “Your wife has an amazing tongue…” Her words cut off in a sudden gasp and she arched, her smooth curves rippling with pleasure as my wife’s mouth touches just the right place.

It’s hard to focus. To know where to look. My cock is plunging into a warm embrace every other second. Susan’s pants and moans and bouncing tits are intoxicating. My hands are gripping her soft ass, but unable to guide. I’m just holding on for dear life. Looking at Luci and her sensual appeal of sweat dripping all over her curves, it is like staring at something torn straight out of a porn magazine. And I could still see the image of her under me, knees pushed up to her tits, plunging over and over into her as I reached orgasm.

But looking lower, seeing my wife between a woman’s thighs for the first time… it brought my cum boiling back into my balls in waves. I caught glimpses of her lidded eyes as her head moved up and down, her tongue lapping at the juicy lips of this younger girl who was filled with my cum.

“Yes! Ohhhhh Lacy….good girl, fuck!” Luci groaned.

Lacy’s eyes darted up, looking first at Luci, then looking at me. Our eyes met.

Fuck, I loved her. That feeling was so intense. And it wasn’t because she was giving me this gift. Though… there were things to think about when it came to this event… but right now, I couldn’t muster enough brain power to think deeply about anything.

“You like this, honey?” Lacy moved her lips away from the woman’s sex, face glistening, lips dripping with her juices and my cum. “You like seeing me all slutty for a woman? I think I like eating pussy, Matt…”

“I…mmm fuck…oh god don’t stop.” I grunted, though I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Susan who was thrusting herself down and grinding against me or if I was talking to my wife, wanting to see her munch more of Luci and indulge in this new found delight.

Lacy chuckled, blew me a wet kiss and then moved back down between Luci’s thigh, making the woman moan.

I opened my eyes and sat back up. My blood was pumping hard and fast and… geez I had another erection. How in the world… I was not a teenager. This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to a middle-aged dad. All I could do was chuckle and chug some more water, sitting on the stool at the kitchen counter with an erection that hurt.

The house was eerily quiet as I sat and let myself decompress. Everything had been such a whirlwind. The last week alone had been so stressful I’d had to start taking my anti-anxiety medication again. It helped, but it didn’t solve the problem.

The problem that me and Lacy had created.

I knew why Lacy had arranged this. She felt guilty. So far this new exploration had resulted in me getting left at home and her going out and having exploratory sex with different men. Men who had filled her up with cum. Fucked her in ways… Well, I didn’t even really know because she didn’t want to tell me. That part still upset me.

And that led to my anger. She got sex, and I got anger. I’d lost my temper after she came home from Lucas’s. And yet… that encounter, listening to my wife tell me about getting fucked in the shower, watching cum drip out of her, had sent me into a sexual haze that had been equal parts amazing and scary.

It wasn’t so much that I was upset with her having sex. Though I’d grown up in a fairly conservative home, and with all the things we dealt with at church when it came to the conflicting messages they gave about sex and sexuality, I didn’t view the act as something overly sacred. It was fun. It was enjoyable. And as long as everyone was consenting, it was exciting. And that included within a marriage.

I had consented to letting my wife have sex with other people. She wasn’t cheating. But… we were so inexperienced. We hadn’t defined the rules properly. Lacy running off during church wasn’t… It wasn't comfortable. Not wrong. Just not something I was comfortable with. That’s what made me so angry. It felt like she’d put me in a corner. Given me no choice but to say yes to her. It wasn’t cheating… but it was damn close.

My erection softened as I thought about how alone I’d felt. Almost like I’d been abandoned. Wondering when she would be coming home… if she’d be coming home at all.

That was the worst. Thinking… even if it was just for a second, that my wife had left me. Even now it sent a chill through me that destroyed any sort of arousal I had. I didn’t want to lose my wife. So now I was left with conflicting thoughts and emotions that were increasingly hard to process… because I wasn’t supposed to process them on my own.

We were a couple. A team. We should be working through this together…

But what if I told her I wanted to stop… I didn't want to stop… but what if I did? Would she be okay with that? After having had mind blowing new sexual encounters? Would she think I was trying to steal something from her? Would she resent me?

And what about me? I didn’t want her to stop. Us to stop. I wanted more of this. Exploration. I could still see Lacy on that bed in the club, legs open for Terry letting him enter her. Cum in her. It started to stir my blood again. I shook it off.

We needed to clear the air. And though this foursome was fun… it wasn’t going to solve anything.

…

I pushed herself up, feeling worn and sore and still tingling all over from all the activity I’d been a part of. Susan and Luci were laying on the bed, sprawled out nude and fast asleep. One look at the clock on the dresser told me it was three in the morning. Far too early to be up, but my bladder was telling me different.

Sliding off the bed, I made my way in the dark to the bathroom. I didn’t see Matt anywhere. When I was done in the restroom, I quietly left the bedroom and went down the hall to the kitchen where I found my husband standing at the sink refilling a pedialyte bottle with water.

“Matt?”

He looked over as I entered, the look on his face mirroring my own exhaustion. I’d thought the threesome in the club had been tiring. Tonight had been like running two marathons back to back. Everything hurt, ached, felt stretched and strained. My pussy was still humming from the fingers, tongues, vaginas that had been pressing and probing. The only thing that hadn’t been in contact with my vagina tonight was my husband’s cock.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?” He turned to me, still naked and sweaty, skin glistening in the dim lighting under the cabinets.

I approached him, suddenly feeling like Eve walking towards Adam in the garden. We were alone… well, as alone as we were going to get for the moment. Susan and Luci were dead to the world. Luci snoring up a storm. Matt had literally fucked them to exhaustion and something inside me felt proud of that fact.

I really hadn’t expected tonight to go as well as it had. My thought was that we would give him a triple blowjob. He’d have his turn with Susan and Luci and maybe me and then… Well, I figured then it would be over for the night. Instead, Matt had somehow met the challenge of pleasing three women head on and fucked them in multiple ways and positions and cum inside Susan twice, Luci once, and all three of them had swallowed another load, the last one before they had all collapsed.

I never imagined I’d be licking another woman’s pussy or asshole. Kissing them. Sucking their breasts. Eating my husband's cum directly from their slits. At one point Susan was squatting over my face, letting his load drip onto my tongue, as Luci ate me and Matt fucked her from behind, the sound of his thighs slapping her soft ass making me tremble just as much as the warm, sticky, bitter taste of his cum falling into my mouth.

The memory made me shiver, and I stepped close to Matt, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my skin against his. It was warm, sticky. He smelled like sex. It made the center between my legs begin to heat up again.

“No. You didn’t wake me. Mind if I have a drink?” I didn’t wait for him to agree, just took the bottle and started downing it in deep gulps. I hadn’t been this thirsty since doing that 5K fun run when I was pregnant.

Matt put his arms around me, flattening my chest against his. My nipples were slightly raw, sensitive from being sucked on by multiple mouths. I swallowed the ache and put the pedialyte bottle down and pressed my face into his sweaty chest.

“Doing okay?” I asked, my voice muffled against him.

“Yeah.” His voice was raspy. “I… just needed to recharge.”

I giggled. “Getting ready for… what… round five or whatever it is?” My hand drifted down to his cock. It was warm and limp, but I could already feel it twitching thanks to my touch.

He groaned. “Settle down Lace. I’m not a machine.”

I kissed his chest. “You’re right. You’re a stallion.” I looked up at him with a grin I hoped looked sly and continued to caress his cock, tracing my fingers along his tip, over the wrinkly skin to the balls and giving them a squeeze, making him grunt.

“Lace…” His hands were around my waist, holding me gently but tight. “We need to talk.”

A part of me knew this was coming. How could it not? This foursome… it was my attempt at an apology and a way of making things up to Matt. But… deep down, I knew it wasn’t going to fix things. It wasn’t going to take the place of the badly needed talk about what this new dynamic was and how we were going to handle it.

Letting go of his cock, I put my hands on his chest. “I know.”

He ran his hands along my back, tracing my spine and my shoulders and then back down, caressing my curves and ass. “I like seeing you fucked.”

My eyes widened, and I looked up at him, surprised. That was not what I expected to hear… at least not right off the bat. “I… oh…”

Matt took a deep breath. “Just… let me get this all out. Then you can… say whatever you want or need and then we can go from there.” The way he looked at me was full of nerves and worry.

I nodded. Kept my hands on his chest and over his heart to reassure him, and stayed quiet.

“I… when I saw you in the club… I was jealous at first. Mostly because Terry and that other guy got you to go with them. It didn’t seem like it took much to get you to go.” He rubbed his hands along my sides, nails lightly trailing along my ribs almost possessively. “I was jealous. Worried. But so turned on. The idea that you would willingly let other men… do things…”

“Fuck me, honey.” The words I blurted made me shiver from repressed and lingering guilt. “We… we need to be able to just openly talk about this. No beating around the bush.” I bit my lip, watching him.

Matt blushed, but nodded. “Right. You’re right.” He sighed. “The idea you’d let other men, basically strangers, fuck you, was erotic. I mean… it’s this sort of paradox. I’m turned on, but scared. Angry, but excited. Watching you… it’s like a whole new aspect of you was revealed. Something hiding and now set free. A part of me worried maybe I’d been repressing you… and then you told me that exact thing, that you felt free…”

I cringed, thinking back to that. To my confession last night before I initiated this group sexual encounter. Then it made me rewind back to the fight after I came home from Lucas’s. You’d have thought we were newlyweds considering how horrible we had been at communication lately. Matt’s anger and confession… Now I could see it was really out of a toxic mixture of fear and arousal. And he wasn’t alone.

We were discovering things. Unearthing something large and unknown and unexpected. It didn’t matter that we’d read up on this sort of lifestyle and been trying to experience it for the past year. Now that we’d broken down the dam, it was all gushing out, and we were getting swept away. As fun as being with Terry and Lucas had been… it scared me. I hadn’t been able to admit it to myself, but now standing quietly in Matt’s arms, I realized I hadn’t been talking about things with him because I was scared of how he would react.

What if… what if I hurt him? Doing things with other men that I hadn’t with him. Maybe never would? There were so many unknowns. It was thrilling and terrifying.

Matt continued. “I know that’s not what you meant. I know I haven’t been holding you back or anything, at least not intentionally. And maybe you think confessing to me… talking about the things that you’ve been doing is somehow a restriction. It’s not. I just… I want to be present with you, even if I’m not there physically. I want to know you’re thinking of me. Maybe even excited to come home and tell me about it.”

I felt a tingling rush run through me. Truth was, when Matt had made me confess to fucking Lucas in the shower and jerked off into my panties and all over my pussy… I don’t think I’ve ever been more aroused. My fear of telling him what I did had been mostly unfounded. But… it had hurt him. Though… I guess it wasn’t that I’d done it and told him that hurt him. It was that I’d tried to withhold and basically snuck off.

I wasn’t going to do that again. Ever.

“I liked telling you.” I raked my nails against his chest. “Telling you what Lucas did to me. Watching you stroke to it. Fuck… Matt, when you came all over me… oh my gosh, I can’t tell you how hot that was for me.”

Matt chuckled and looked embarrassed. “Well… it was… exciting for me, too. But… I was jealous too. Angry…”

I kissed the center of his chest. “That was kinda sexy too… not that I want you to actually be angry or scared but…” My lips touched his skin again and I felt his penis stir against my thigh. “That kinda possessive attitude. How you wanted me. Ordered me.” I closed my eyes and kissed along his hardening nipple. “I want you to be jealous for me. Because I’m jealous for you. I love you… I want you.”

His hands gripped my ass tight. “I want you too. All the time. And… and I want to see you have new experiences… I want to hear about them. About what you’re experiencing. To know you. All of you.”

I nipped at his nipple with a soft giggle. “Okay… you’re right. From now on… if you ask, I will answer. Any question, no matter how personal it might seem. I’ll answer it, I promise.” Tracing my tongue from one nipple to the next. “I’m not trying to keep secrets. I’m sorry if that’s how it came across. I’m just… still figuring out my own feelings, too.”

Matt’s hands gripped my backside and lifted me up, holding me close, and carried me into the living room. He lay me down on the couch and my legs opened. Spreading wide, one hanging over the edge and the other over the back, fully opening to my husband. His erection was full now, and he settled down between my thighs.

“I respect that.” He said, tracing his tip along my lips. “And you can take whatever time you need after you meet someone. But you have to tell me. I want to know. Need to know…”

My hand reached down and gripped him, moving him down towards my dripping entrance. “I will. And I won’t just disappear on you again. No random, sudden texts. Especially on Sunday. We will make plans. No spontaneous meetings.”

Matt pushed forward gently, and his head slowly slid inside me. I groaned, head falling back, finally feeling my husband. It had been well over a week since I’d felt him. Touching me. Slipping inside me. Stretching my walls in the beautiful way only he could. “Oh…god Matt… so good. I’ve missed you.”

He leaned down and kissed me slowly, his hands holding my thighs and pushing them up to allow himself better access. “I missed you too. I’m so sorry I was distant. I just…”

I shook my head, hands cupping his face. “No more apologies. We will work this out. Communicate better…oh…ahhhh god Matt slow…slow… it’s been too long since you’ve been in me.” I giggled.

His smile was dazzling as he pressed his forehead against mine. The feeling of his cock moving deeper, deeper. My pussy forming and stretching around him was so good. So perfect. I glanced down and saw him entering, disappearing into me. I’d seen the sight a million times and still couldn’t get enough… and now I had fresh memories of it… of his cock entering a dark-skinned pussy. Of plump pale lips swallowing his thickness. Two different pussy's taking my husband… feeling him like I was feeling him now.

Watching how those women’s faces twisted and contorted and bloomed with pleasure was embedded in my brain now. I’d always see it now, along with the wonderful sight of him taking me.

“Matt…” I whispered as he finally bottomed out and his balls pressed to my ass. “God! Mmmmm please honey… take me. Take me back. Own me.”

His breath was hot, lips wet as they pressed to mine. He moved, sliding out and then pushing back in nice and steady. It made every sore muscle tense and loosen and strain. “Yes. Yes, honey…” Were those words his or mine? Did it matter?

It only took a few moments for the slow love making to become more fevered. Matt sat back up, holding tightly to my thighs, and started thrusting. His hips smacking my thighs, balls slapping my ass. Grunts and groaned filled the quiet of the living room as my husband fucked me on the couch. The cushions were soft under my ass, bouncing gently as Matt moved steady and deep, cock gliding and making my lips suck and grip him so wonderfully it was sending me into a state of euphoria.

“Oh, fuck Lacy… oh fuck, I missed you.”

I lay back, arms up over my head, breasts bouncing as he took me. “Baby…oh fuck honey, I’m always going to be here… I promise. Now…Fuck me!” My orgasm was building up. “Fuck me honey!”

Matt’s eyes were on fire. “Did Lucas fuck you like this?”

The question surprised me… and sent a wave of warmth and wetness into my pussy, making me squeeze around him. I met his eyes. “Yes… yes, baby. Lucas fucked me just like this. He was so big. So fucking deep inside this little married cunt…”

Other words lingered on my tongue, but I was afraid to say them. What if it was too far? We hadn’t talked about nearly enough of the things we needed to. But… from what Matt had already told me…

“He got much deeper than you.” The words tumbled out, and I braced myself for the consequences.

Matt’s movements faltered for only a second and then… he rammed. His cock went deep, hard, and the pressure was so intense I gasped and arched, my orgasm going from a slow progression to a sudden exploding volcano. “Oh! OH FUCK! FUCKNG GOD!” I screamed it. I didn’t care that the other girls might hear me and wake up to me and my husband making love. Fine. Let them hear it. I’d listened to them with him for hours already. Now it was my turn.

“Deeper huh?” Matt was gritting his teeth and his thrusts were now faster, more firm. “You like it deep? Getting all those spots touched that I can’t?” He was pushing my thighs up, almost doubling me over, ass raising up from the cushions. 

“Yes!” I gasped. Ridding my orgasm and just letting the words fall from my mouth. “He fucked me so good… so fucking deep, baby. And his cum was so thick! God, I want him again!”

His hips were moving faster. Getting onto his feet on the couch, pushing me so my legs were dangling over my head and he was plunging down at a new angle, constantly rubbing my g-spot so my orgasm wouldn’t stop. “Fuck…fucking slut…you’re a fucking married slut, aren’t you?” He panted, sweat forming on his brow.

“You…like that…don’t you…” My words were coming out strained and interrupted by gasps and groans. “Your wife… being…a… a slut… oh godfuck!” I felt him and even saw a little bulge in my stomach as he plunged into me.

“Fuck! God Lacy… god you’re so tight… so warm… oh fuck honey!”

“I’m your slut, Matt. Your married mommy slut. Fuck me like one!” We were losing control. All sense getting lost as we finally reconnected. Having spilled our feelings. Started communicating. Taking steps of growth in the same direction. On the same path. This time, hand in hand.

His hands gripped my ass and his nails dug in. “You fucking whore… going out and letting someone else fucking fill you.” He was ramming fast, hard. I was bouncing on the couch. Breasts bouncing up and down. Everything in me was screaming in pain and pleasure and straining.

“Filling me with cum! They sent me home full! To you! Full of their thick cum, Matt! God fuck, I loved it! I loved you painting me with your semen! Watching it all drip from me! Make me do it again! I wanna drip for you!” I was whimpering and gasping, my words breaking with cracks and strain.

“I want your cunt full. Always full.” I could tell he was getting close. So close. “God, Lacy! Seeing you dripping another man’s cum was…was…” His breath hitched, and I saw him tense. His skin broke out in goosebumps. He took on a sweaty chill and everything seized. Matt couldn’t finish his words. His confession.

Cum shot deep inside me. I felt it splash and hit my depths. Filling me. It was hot and sticky and thick. “Yes! OH FUCKING PLEASE HONEY FUCK I LOVE YOU!” I screamed, arching with another rushing orgasm flowing through me as my husband filled me up with the cum that had given me two beautiful girls.

We moaned together. Gasped and grunted, and let out unintelligible words and exclamations of love and pleasure.

Finally, Matt pulled out of me with a deep groan and fell back onto the couch, leaning back and trying to catch his breath.

I lay with my legs falling, feeling his cum leaking from me. Down between my ass cheeks. It was so good.

The sound of clapping made me look up. Susan and Luci were standing in the doorway, smiling wide. As nude as both Matt and me, they were giving us a slow clap. Luci even whistled.

“That was beautiful!” Susan laughed. “You guys have some really good passion.” The dark-skinned beauty walked in and took a seat next to Matt, her hand moving playfully and confidently to his semi hard, messy cock. “Glad you got some alone time.”

Luci was giggling as she walked in too and sat on Matt’s other side, her hand joining Susan’s as Matt’s cock was regaining life again. “Hope you’re not all tapped out.” She nipped at Matt’s jaw.

I was exhausted. Still sleepy even after such vigorous activity. Laying back, feeling Matt’s semen inside, still warm. All I could do was watch as the two other insatiable women I’d invited along for the weekend began to stroke my husband. Luci leaned down to start sucking him into her mouth as Susan licked at his nipples.

Matt looked over at me, eyes wide with pleasure and also fighting off the same exhaustion as I was. He groaned as Luci swallowed every inch of his cock, pressing her nose against him, and she tightened her throat. Susan stood up and grabbed Matt’s head, bringing his mouth to her pussy.

“God, your tongue is good,” Susan groaned, hands moving through my husband’s hair as he licked and sucked at her lower lips.

A part of me was jealous, watching these women enjoy him. So now I suddenly felt what it must have been like for him, standing in the shadows, watching as I was taken by two men. I was also… proud. Fuck, I had a sense of pride watching as he ate Susan’s cunt, making her whimper in pleasure. I was proud seeing Matt tangle his fingers into Luci’s hair and start to move her up and down on his cock. I watched her lips drag, the slick saliva dripping along his length when it appeared, down his heavy balls that had just emptied themselves inside me.

I lay back, legs open, cum dripping from me as I watched the girls take turns. He ate Susan till she shook with her orgasm. Then she was on her knees, taking his messy cock down her throat. Luci pulled him to her plump cunt, and he devoured her. In a blink, Susan was riding him…

“Fuck! Oh god fuck me, yes!” Her skin glistened and was slick with sweat. Breasts swaying and bouncing and her dark braid ticking back and forth with the rhythm of her hips.

Now Matt was on his back as Susan fucked him. Luci was facing her, ass pressed to Matt’s face and his hands on her cheeks, licking and sucking everywhere. I heard the moist sounds of pussies and mouths. Saw my husband's dick vanishing and appearing like some sort of sexual magic trick when Susan’s ass cheeks clapped.

Then they changed positions again. Luci on her side, leg up over Matt’s shoulder as he pounded and grunted, fucking her and making her beautiful tits bounce. Susan licked his ass. I could tell he enjoyed it, but also seemed conflicted and uncomfortable, like he wasn’t sure it was okay to like it or not.

I’m not sure how long I watched before I finally drifted off to sleep and dreamed. Dreamed of Matt… of others… of all the possibilities that were opening up before us.

…

It was strange sitting at the dinner table with two other women, all of us naked and not seeming to care. Susan was enjoying her cup of tea, elbows on the table and firm, dark breasts pressed together by her arms, dark braid over one shoulder and eyes closed just breathing in the warmth radiating up from her mug.

Luci was sitting opposite Susan, leaning back in her chair and texting on her phone with a sort of concentration that made it seem like she was in the middle of a business deal and not just commenting on a subreddit. Her chest was in full view as well, breasts full and shapely.

And then there was me, sitting at the head of the table with my own steaming cup of tea, naked as the day I was born and wondering how this had become my life. Not that this was a bad place to be. Not at all. I was actually…thrilled! The comfort and satisfaction I felt was something I hadn’t really ever experienced now that I was putting some thought into it.

The muted sounds of Matt’s snoring from the living room made me smile. Susan’s eyes opened lazily and glanced over, noticing the goofy grin I had and she smiled back. “I know that look.” she said, sipping at her tea. “That’s the look of ‘I’m so totally in love and can’t believe I can have such amazing, weird, exploratory sex!’” Susan chuckled, making her tits bounce.

Just a couple weeks ago, the sight of her boobs jiggling like that so openly would have made me uncomfortable. But now… now it sent a thrill through me. A longing to touch them. Feel them. See them wrapped around Matt’s cock…maybe someone else’s. The possibilities seemed suddenly endless.

“Well… I can’t deny I’m in love.” I giggled, slowly swirling the little spoon in my tea.

Susan’s grin was so warm. She seemed so different from her husband. I wondered for a second how their dynamic was at home. In bed? Maybe I’d get to find out. Now that I’d had my first same sex experiences, I was more than eager to continue that exploration.

“That’s good honey. Matt seems like a really good man. I hope we can get to know each other better, and not just in this carnal sense.” She laughed. “Keep hold of that feeling, too. Not to spoil the mood, but this sort of lifestyle really can be stressful sometimes. It comes with challenges. Things pop up that you never expected and the conversations you have to have can be… strained.” Susan looked down into her tea for a moment. The brightness of her face didn’t fade, but it did take on a bit more serious feel. “Just remember to always talk. Even when it’s messy and hard.”

Luci put down her phone and picked up her own cup. “She’s right. I’m not married like both of you but, even single or in a dating, semi-serious relationship, you’ve gotta have the hard talks. Be open with your feelings. Wants. Needs. And be willing to compromise. Sometimes you’re going to want something that your partner won’t. And vice versa. That might mean you have to miss out on an experience, or, if you can come to an agreement, find it with someone else. But your partner’s gotta be on board.” She said it all so calmly and matter-of-factly. It was so strange to think that these women had thought so deeply about these things.

I suppose it was shallow of me to just think everyone jumped into this lifestyle for fun and sex and didn’t consider the wider implications of how it could affect their relationships and themselves. Then again, maybe that’s exactly why this sort of lifestyle sometimes got a bad rap. People dove in without considering all the possibilities and it ended up ruining everything.

Just like it almost had with me and Matt.

The realization finally settled on my shoulders and in my chest. If Matt and I hadn’t talked… hadn’t started the process of opening ourselves up to each other… would things have gotten worse? The little rift we’d had over the past week might have grown. Become a massive canyon that we would never have been able to span.

A shiver ran through me. My recklessness might have cost me my marriage. It still could if we didn’t come together and really iron out some ground rules.

Susan’s hand found mine, taking hold of it gently. “Hey. We aren’t trying to scare you.” She said soothingly. “But we aren’t going to sugarcoat it either.”

Luci nodded, her face more serious now. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to spoil the mood. But… you and Matt seem really good together. Honestly, one of the best ways to gauge how a couple is doing is by seeing how they act sexually towards each other. And both of you had your eyes on each other practically the entire time, even when he was balls deep in one of us.” She motioned to herself and Susan and laughed.

We joined in. I kept hold of Susan’s hand.

“He really is crazy about you.” Susan nodded. “But you’ve gotta be careful. This has been fun, and I’m sure we are going to have more fun before the day is over. But…” She shrugged, “Giving your husband a four-way isn’t going to solve any of your problems. You’ve gotta talk through them head on, honey. Be willing to have the hard conversations. Be willing to cry and yell and be angry and be sad and confused. And, be willing to sit through it all, push forward, and keep a strong hold on each other. You’ll be better for it in the end, when you get to the other side.”

Luci reached over and took my other hand. “She’s right. And we are here. I know we like, literally just met, but… considering everything we just did together, I think we can consider ourselves friends.” She giggled. “Feel free to call us anytime. We aren’t experts, at least I’m not. Susan, you seem to have a lot of years under your belt with this. But we’ve got experience. And that’s something you can draw off of.”

Susan gave a curt nod. “I’ve been in this life for nearly thirty years. So, I’ve had my share of ups and downs with Terry. And others. We are here to help.”

My eyes began to water, and I laughed nervously. “Th…thank you.” I muttered. The girls shifted over and both wrapped themselves around me in a hug, breasts pressing against me. This time, it wasn’t in a sexual manner. It felt more warm and motherly, like when you were young and snuggled up with your mother or grandmother, laying your head on their chest for comfort and security. Somehow, I’d gained two new friends from a sexual adventure. That was unexpected, but more than welcome.

…

Steam billowed in the bathroom as the shower continued to pour down. None of us were in the shower. We had simply turned on the water to let it get steaming hot and closed the door to create a makeshift sauna. Our bodies were drenched in sweat so thick and slick you could have scraped it off with your nails. Combined with the Nuru oil Luci and Susan were gently dripping all over my chest and legs, I was slick as a whistle.

I sat on the floor that was beading with condensation as the steam shifted and moved through the bathroom. My hands propped me up, Susan kneeling behind me to help give me support as she dipped her hands in the bowl of oil and brought her cupped hands around to my chest, letting it drip and slide and fall onto me. She brought her face next to mine and kissed me. Barely touching lips at first, but with each slow ticking second, made the kiss deeper. Opening her mouth, letting her tongue move into my mouth and twisting to tangle my tongue with hers.

At my feet, Luci was kneeling and slowly dripping the oil onto my feet and thighs. Rubbing it in with her hands and her bare breasts, letting her nipples rub against me.

The girls' attention with their hands and the slick fluids all over me was more than enough stimulation to send my mind reeling, vanishing into a fog and an endless drop into the fathomless depths of desire. But it was my own wife, sitting in my lap, that was pushing it all over the top, making me feel as if I were just a hair's breadth away from reaching Nirvana.

Lacy was fluid, like a seductive snake. Swaying and sliding, moving her hands over her slick, sweaty body, glistening from the steam and the oil. Naked, my cock impaled deep inside her. The feeling of her pussy burning bright white hot, squeezing me. As she moved, her belly swaying and shifting like a belly dancer, I felt the motions inside. Her tunnel clinging, squeezing, shifting and rubbing over my bare cock that was brought to a sensitivity that was almost painfully unbearable. The girls had put the cock ring back on me and I was throbbing with the need for release. Waves of dizziness and pleasure were washing over me, threatening to make me pass out, but the attention from the women kept me awake.

My wife’s hair was matted, plastered to her face, neck, back and shoulder. Her breasts moved, dripping with beads of sweat and water that moved down the slopes of her tits and stomach. It pooled where our bodies met, her bald slit stretched and gripping me, slick and sloppy as she moved against me.

Her eyes were fierce with want. Need. Love.

All I could do was groan and pant. I couldn’t form words. My brain was in a primal stewing of chemicals. Her hands moved over her breasts, down her midsection, to her stomach. Oil slicked and thick dripped and moved and shifted along with her fingers and palms. Her hips moved, grinding against me.

It was a tantric orgy of sensation. Lacy’s hands moved and ran through my hair. It didn’t matter that they were covered and dripping with oil and sweat. She gripped my hair and pulled me away from Susan into a deep, languid kiss. Her teeth nibbled my bottom lip. Our tongues tangled in an obscene, lewd dance. Saliva dripped from our lips.

“I fucking love you.” She whispered heatedly, her pussy squeezing in concert with her words making me moan in pain. Need. I needed… wanted… to cum. God, I wanted to fill her up with everything I had left inside me. But I couldn’t. The ring around my base and balls prevented the explosion that was building and building.

Lacy hissed and sucked a breath through her teeth, looking back suddenly. Luci was down between her ass cheeks pressing a slick oiled finger up my wife's’ ass. “Oh… oh god Luci… wait…” But our new friend didn’t listen. I just saw her grin and press her finger deeper. I could feel it inside my wife, the added pressure on the other side of the thin wall separating her vagina and asshole.

We simmered and sizzled in the feelings. Susan pressed her breasts against my back, covering them in oil and rubbing them into me like an erotic massage. Her lips were all over my neck and ears and jaw.

“Oh…god…” I gasped out, feeling my body tensing up. I was reaching the point of no return. Nothing was going to stop my orgasm, but the force keeping it at bay just made the feelings build and build. My hips began to buck involuntarily. My ass cheeks slapping wetly against the floor.

“That’s it.” Susan whispered in my ear. “Lose control. Just give in. Explode Matt. Explode.” Her tongue slithered into my ear.

My vision blurred. But even with the enormous overstimulation I was experiencing, I saw my wife clearly. Looming over me with her beautiful face contorted in sensual desire and pleasure. I reached up and put my hand against her neck, thumb caressing her jaw. She turned just enough to start sucking my thumb, eyes looking at me with a sleepy arousal that sent me tumbling, diving, flying over the edge.

“God…oh…OHHHHHH FFUUUUUUUCK!” I groaned and everything spasmed. Everything erupted. I felt my cum forcing itself from my balls all the way up and out, bursting forth inside my wife’s burning tunnel.

She gasped, and her eyes widened at the first spurt. “OH FUCK!” she gasped in unison with me and reached out, gripping my shoulders to steady herself. “OH…OH SHIT MATTOH FUCKING GOD!” She shook with her own orgasm as I gushed and gushed into her, hip thrusting with the need to help me unload.

The other girls continued their slow, deep stimulation of my body and groaned along with me and Lacy as we reached our peak.

I swear I blacked out. Maybe for only a minute. When my consciousness came back, I was laying in Susan’s lap. The shower was turned off, and the air was clearing, cooling. The woman had a cool wet rag and was pressing it gently on my forehead and cheeks.

“Welcome back.” She smiled at me when my eyes fluttered open.

Taking slow and deep breaths, I looked around, searching for Lacy and Luci. It was just me and Susan.

“Don’t worry.” She said, still cooling me off. “She’s okay. Was a little wobbly from that orgasm, but good. She and Luci are in the bedroom. You really unloaded inside her. Like… wow!” She laughed, and I felt it echoing through my aching head.

“I think you are going to be the death of me.” I muttered, referring not just to Susan but all three girls who were draining me over and over.

“What a way to go, though.” Susan winked.

We chuckled together and remained on the floor for a while, allowing me to catch my breath. A strange sort of peace washed over me as I lay on the floor, feeling it cooling as the steam dissipated and the condensation began to chill.

“Doing okay?” Susan asked softly, putting the damp washcloth against my neck.

I nodded slowly. “Yeah… but… my body feels like jello.”

She snickered. “Yeah. We’ve kinda put you through the wringer.”

“Gonna need a break…” I muttered.

“I take it you two want to continue exploring this sort of lifestyle, huh?” She brushed back my hair and put the washcloth against my forehead, soliciting a soft sigh from me. “If so… and obviously talk it over first with your wife, but Terry and I were planning a little staycation for our wedding anniversary and would love it if Lacy could come.”

My eyes fluttered open. I had almost fallen asleep, but now I was looking up at the woman with curiosity. “Um… you mean just you, him and her?” I asked.

Susan nodded. “Yep. We would like to have a unicorn.” She giggled and her glistening tits bounced beautifully.

I shut my eyes again for a minute. This whole thing had started with Terry and one of his guy friends. He’d been the first to have my wife. The first man she’d gone out with. And as far as I knew, she was still messaging with him, though I wasn’t sure what they were talking about and felt a little controlling if I asked her. I didn’t want to be obsessive or overbearing. I wanted to trust Lacy. I did trust Lacy.

“If you’re worried about being left out. We often like to film our encounters.” Susan ran a hand along my chest comfortingly. “We would make sure to get some good content as a thank you gift.”

My breath was getting shallower as my body began shutting down. I was so tired. Even if I wanted to stay awake, my body was telling me that wasn’t going to happen.

“Let… let me talk to Lacy…” I muttered, stifling a yawn.

Susan smiled down at me. “Of course, honey. Get some rest… we still have some time together… and I’m not done with you yet.” She winked and that was the last thing I saw as I drifted off into the first peaceful sleep I’d had in over a week. The last thing I heard was Lacy moaning loudly in orgasm… and I knew that I would say yes to Susan’s request if it meant that I’d get to see my wife scream in orgasm again as she was pleasured.

That fantasy followed me into sleep and gave me both peace and excitement.