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This is a work of fiction, but based on real conversation and a fair amount of actual events and situations. I put this together on my own as a story years ago. Some time later, during Covid, when I needed to be physically separated from my wife, I shared it with her via text. Well, sext I guess, lol. From there it kind of took on this interactive story development that I'll share as part 2 of this story.
This involves Stag and Vixen behavior, (no cuck/humiliation) between a husband and wife. If it's not your thing, move along. There's something for everyone on this site. Hope you enjoy!
The headlights pierced the tree line, swept over the open expanse of lawn and then illuminated the path down the driveway. I had just arrived at the house where Anne had been renting a room here for the last 6 months. It was a classy, but modest colonial set on about an acre of land. The driveway led to a side load garage. I grabbed the bag I had packed for the weekend and headed around the left side of the garage to the entry door. In the light that the nearly full moon provided, I could make out a nice, multi-tiered deck on the back of the house with a hot tub set into a sunken portion of it. I'd never seen the house before. Which was why I was here tonight. She was moving out this weekend.
We had recently moved out of this area to a neighborhood about 2 hrs away. We had decided to transition to the new area for a number of family reasons. I had found a job in the new area first and made the 2 hr commute up to the new area until we could sell our house and find a new one. After about 8 months of that (This was during the market crash of 2008. great timing, right?). Finally, we sold ours and found another in the new neighborhood and moved in with just enough time to get the kids (my 2 from a previous marriage) enrolled into their new schools.
Unfortunately it had taken longer than planned for Anne to find a new job. We both needed to be generating income for that plan to work. So she kept her old job and, for a few months, she was doing the 2 hr commute. It was killing her though. For her safety and the sake of her sanity, I reluctantly agreed to her renting a place down here until we figured out the job thing. She looked at several places, but nothing fit what she was looking for. Either too dumpy or too expensive. The other challenge was that most people wanted a tenant who was willing to sign a 1 yr lease, which we obviously didn't want to do. There was no way we could do this for a year. She ran across this place. It was a 3 bed, 2 bath house and the owner was a divorced guy a few years older than us. He had one of the other rooms rented out to a single lady when Anne looked at it. The owner apparently was hardly ever home and the presence of the other woman in the house made her feel safe enough. Also, she would be able to rent on a month-to-month basis.
The separation wasn't easy. She would come home on most weekends and we would catch up on how the kids were doing and our work weeks. We also, of course, took full advantage of the opportunity to catch up on the sex we were missing out on and then she'd head back down.
With my evenings relatively free, and an idle mind being the devil's playground and all that, I'd often find myself reading stories. Erotic stories. On websites like Literotica. com. I noticed more and more that I was drawn to the Loving Wives section and the stories about married couples who would bring another man into their sex life from time to time. I didn't, at all, like the stories where the husband was humiliated or the ones where the wife would go off and have sex with another man without the husband present. Didn't like the ones where the husband and the other guy got sexually involved or hubby would lap up the lover's cum from wifey's freshly fucked pussy. Total dick shrivelers, both scenarios. But the ones where hubby was respected and participated were enticing enough to read through. I really enjoyed the ones where the wife, who may no longer see herself as attractive to other men after a few kids and over 10 years of marriage, was made to feel like a goddess by her husband and the other guy. Stranger, friend, whatever. As long as the main focus was on bringing otherwise forbidden heights of pleasure to the wife, I was hooked... and hard.
Consequently, I would start to slip in hints of my interest to Anne when we had sex on the weekends. She really didn't say much to encourage me in the beginning, but her body would react and I'd take notice. Eventually, we got to the point when, during a lovemaking session, I would introduce a scenario and I would make it kind of an interactive story while we fucked. It progressed to the point where I introduced toys into our play time to simulate a second guy. She started taking an active role in the story development and we would have incredible orgasms and then quietly revel together in how naughty we had just been.
Fast forward six months and our situation no longer required her to maintain that room. She says to me one day, "It's a shame you never got to come down and see the place where I've been staying. I think you'd like it there."
By the way she had described it, I had no reason to doubt her. Nice house, quiet, pretty private being that it was more or less on a wooded lot.
She inquired of me one day, "So what do you say you take a long weekend and come help me clear out all of the stuff I seem to have magically accumulated over the past six months? I'm not sure it will all fit in my car anyway."
So immediately I start getting intrigued and a little excited about the possibility of a weekend alone in a house without kids and dogs running around. The other tenant had moved out a few months back and the owner was still hardly ever around. As it happened, my ex was coming to pick up my kids the following weekend so that solved that problem. Plus, this woman is pretty darn independent, so she rarely asks for my help. I like to be helpful when I can be so I said, "Sure. Could be a nice little getaway. Any idea who's going to be around?"
Clearly seeing where my mind was at and without giving more than just a hint of mischief away, she replied, "No, but I'm sure we can get out for some dinner and then I can bring you back to MY place... if you've been nice to me..." A little smirk spread across her full lips. "Besides," she continued, "Toby's hardly ever around anyway. I'm gonna make you work for it though. You get to carry down the little fridge and the microwave."
So here I was. I texted her that I was here and she came down to let me in, then showed me around. Nice place. It didn't scream bachelor pad or anything like that. The only thing that suggested this was not a typical living situation was the weight bench in the dining room. We headed upstairs so she could grab her purse and I took advantage of the empty quiet room to pull her close and give her a nice, slow, "God I've missed you." kiss.
She melted into me, moaned softly. "Hey there yourself." She smiled, put a hand on my chest and applied a little pressure. "If we get started, we'll never make it to dinner... and I'm starving." Truth be told, so was I... but she looked and felt soooo good. Reluctantly, we disengaged and headed down stairs.
As we were leaving, she noticed the back deck light on. Apparently Toby had arrived home while we were upstairs checking out her room. She commented, "Huh. I didn't know he was going to be here, but then I really never do. I hardly ever see him." We brushed it off, really unconcerned that his presence was going to put a damper on our evening. We hadn't planned on being loud or running around naked or anything like that. The hot tub could have been fun though.
We had a nice dinner, a couple glasses of wine and caught up on the events of the week. All the while, I couldn't wait to get her back to the house and really get caught up. I had even packed a dildo that I knew she liked along with some lube in case the mood struck.
After dinner, we stopped and picked up another bottle of wine. I noticed a new bottle of coconut rum I'd never seen before, and picked that up too planning to take that home with me.
When we arrived back at her place, we entered through the garage and moved through the kitchen. Sitting on the couch across the room facing us, sat Toby. Leaned back, arms locked over his head watching TV in jeans and a t-shirt. Average looking guy maybe a few years younger than us. We entered the room and Anne made the introductions. We chatted for a few minutes before Anne and I said goodnight and headed up the stairs to her room.
We opened up the wine, turned on the TV and I set about putting my bag away, etc. While doing that I took the rum out of the bag and just had to crack it open and try it. We discovered that the bottle, which was shaped and decorated to look like a coconut, was also scratch and sniff. Neat! It smelled like coconut. I opened the bottle and immediately picked up the coconut scent from the rum itself. It smelled absolutely delicious... if you're into coconut that is. I poured a little out of the spherical bottle into a cup. Most coconut rum that I've ever had was clear. This stuff was kind of a milky white. Interesting. I tasted it and it was everything I hoped it would be. Yuuuuummy!
Anne had gotten herself comfy in a lavender satiny tank top and panties set. I handed her the cup and she took a sip. She licked her full lips which were now glistening with the rum and yummed her approval. I poured out some more and we both sipped from the cup.
I got myself down to my black boxer briefs and we settled into bed to watch TV. Occasionally I would refill the rum cup. Feeling nice and warm and slightly fuzzy, it wasn't long before hands and fingers started exploring and caressing, relishing in the feel of familiar skin that had been too long denied by a 2 hour drive.
I sat up and turned to kiss my wife. Her lips were sweet from the rum and her tongue, possibly loosened a little by it, darted into my mouth. Flickering and teasing.
I pulled her down onto her back while kissing down her neck and peeling the straps of her tank top down over her shoulders until her soft, beautiful breasts were available for my tongue to explore. Massaging her chest and neck, my tongue found her left nipple and it hardened. She tilted her head back and thrust her chest upward to meet my attentions. She rocked her hips upward onto my hips finding my erection fully formed. I ground it against her satin covered mound. I ran my hands over her body arriving at my favorite parts, her hips, thighs and butt. I pulled her closer and tighter. She exhaled and our bodies writhed in a pulsating wave motion.
I rolled to the side and drove my hand down beneath the satin triangle that was covering her trimmed and dampened pussy. My fingers were quickly coated and slickened with her wetness. I ran a finger up and down her slickened slit, eventually slipping it inside her. Her head turned into my neck, I could feel her warm breath as she exhaled deeply as she reached for my hardened cock, massaging me softly. Her soft hand found its way into my briefs, stroking slowly. We broke free long enough to get naked. I stood there, absently stroking myself, while admiring her curves as she layed back. She reached up and took me in her hand as I withdrew mine to reach down to stroke and gently pinch her nipple. Her other hand found its way to her pretty pussy. Her fingers traced slow, gentle circles over her lips and clit.
Standing where I was, I was within arms reach of the rum. I don't know why, but I reached over and held the orb over her chest. I slowly tipped the bottle until a trickle of milky white liquid flowed out of the bottle and onto her nipple. She inhaled quickly and giggled a little at my unexpected move. I lowered my mouth quickly to catch the dripping rum with my tongue before it ran off the side of her breast. I licked up the side of it and covered her nipple with my lips, sucking the sweet juice off of it. She put a hand on the back of my head, rubbing and pulling it tighter to her. I stood up to reach for the bottle again, but my hand never connected with the spherical vessel.
She refocused my attention when she propped herself up on her elbow, reached out, wrapped one of her velvety hands around my now semi-rigid cock and moved to bring her warm mouth to it. I leaned my head back and enjoyed these sensations. Her soft hand stroking, her mouth getting wetter, beginning to drip saliva. She gives the most amazing blow jobs. Her mouth gets really wet, her saliva frothy and stringy. It's such a sexy, slutty sight. She had me back to full mast in no time. I slipped my hand into her satiny panties and found her slick and wet. I broke contact long enough to retrieve the toy and the lube that I had brought with me. She took me back into her mouth while I warmed the dildo. It was a very realistic one with pronounced veins and a bulbous head on it. It is about an inch longer and a little thicker than my own cock.
Without any prompting, she reached out and began stroking the dildo while sucking me. Seeing her beautiful hand, stroking a flesh toned silicone cock, wedding ring on display, glinting in the low glow of the TV... I melted. I almost came right there and then. Her head bobbed, her hand stroked. She pulled her head off of my cock, moved her head to the dildo, glanced up at me. I smiled. She smiled. She leaned in and licked the fake flesh colored head and looked up at me again before sucking and stroking the dildo in earnest. Switching back and forth, strings of saliva dripped off of the two cocks, both shiny from her attentions. Her arm eventually got tired and she fell back to the bed. Her lips and chin were wet from her double cock sucking efforts. I moved the dripping dildo down her body, dragging the tip lightly over her slippery lips. Steadily and deliberately, she spread her legs apart, encouraging me to slide the firm phallus inside her.
She inhaled slowly as the toy penetrated her. I didn't even need the lube. She closed her eyes, slid one hand down across her belly and lightly massaged her filled pussy. The toy slid in and out easily in her heightened state of arousal. I pumped it in and out slowly, going deeper with every stroke until gently bottoming out.
I was mezmerized watching the realistic looking cock slide in and out of my wife's pussy, noticing how wide-spread she was and how her lips cling to the rod as I pulled it out. There was a quiet slurping sound that indicated that she was unusually wet. I realized I was stroking myself while fucking her with the toy. She opened her eyes and propped herself back up. She inhaled my cock and vigorously sucked me while getting fucked by the fake cock. She was so aroused that she pushed her head all the way down on my dick and I almost passed out as I felt myself slide into her throat. She gagged a little and then went for it again.
"Oh my fucking God, woman...", I quietly exclaimed. "You are really turned on, aren't you?"
She pulled my cock out of her mouth took a few breaths and went back down on me.
"You like sucking cock while getting fucked?"
"Mmmmm. MmmHmmm...", she moaned.
"God you look so fucking sexy. I love watching this cock sliding in and out of my pussy while you're sucking my cock."
She pulled off, continued stroking my shiny cock and looked up at me. "Who's pussy?"
"You heard me. It's mine."
She growled and went back to attacking my cock with her mouth again.
I started driving the dildo into her with a little more firmness. I loved how her body bounced a little when I drove it home. It was almost like she was being thrust into by another man. She whimpered and moaned causing vibrations on my dick.
"It's mine... but I might be willing to share it..."
She groaned and pushed my dick into her throat again.
"Would you like that? Would you like another throbbing cock to pleasure you?
She squealed a little and pushed my cock deep into her throat, holding it there for about 2 seconds, her body convulsing as she gagged herself a little. She pulled her head off, mouth wide open, taking in a needed breath, strings of thick frothy saliva stretching from her mouth to my engorged member.
I cupped her chin, bent down and kissed her deeply while encouraging her to lay back.
I withdrew the dildo quickly and she gasped a little. I pulled her down to the edge of the bed and pushed her knees back and up so I could stand on the floor. I lined up my hot, throbbing cock and sunk myself deeply into that deliciously wet pussy. She exhaled a long ragged breath.
I started thrusting in and out of her deeply, watching her chest flush and her tits bounce when I drove into her.
I put the dildo into her hand and told her, "Show me what you'd do with another cock. Show me baby. Show me what you'd do. What if it was Toby's cock?"
She moaned and panted and slowly brought it to the side of her face, turned her head and touched the tip of her tongue to the head. She flicked her tongue over it a few times, then put it in her mouth. I watched her lips stretch over the dick and took in the unbelievably hot scene. Saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth, the texture of the veins as the cock moved in and out of my wife's mouth while she had a pussy full of thick, hot, hard cock.
I continued pumping into her watching her plunge the fake cock in and out of her sexy mouth. She took it out and started stroking it with her eyes closed. She moaned every time I thrust into her.
"You want it?", I asked. She said nothing.
I took it out of her hand, pulled my, about to explode, cock out of her and inserted the dildo in its place. She threw her head to the side and squealed quietly. I alternated between my cock and the dildo keeping the tip of the dildo right there at her entrance to be slid in as I withdrew.
I asked her, "You want both of those cocks?"
She moaned, on the verge of cumming.
I pulled the dildo away, buried myself to the hilt inside her and climbed up to put my mouth next to her ear. She wrapped herself around me.
"You want me to get Toby in here so we can both fuck you?"
She dug her nails into my back.
I moved tortuously slowly in and out of her dripping wet pussy. I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her head toward mine.
"Do you want me to go get him? Huh?"
Her response came in a quiet but intense and ragged breath as her legs quivered.
"Yes."
"Go get him. I want you both to fuck me."
I was shocked. I almost came as I withdrew. I grabbed my shorts, turned to glance at my wife who had her eyes closed, her fingers working in and out of her pussy. I opened the door and set off down the hall and down the stairs.
Toby was right where we left him. The room was dark, lit only by the glow of the TV. He looked at me a little quizzically as I rounded the bottom of the stairs and into the living room.
"Toby...." I let a moment pass, weighing the consequences of the words I was about to speak. "I'll bet you know why I'm here."
His eyes widened a bit and he sat up, examining my face closely.
"I'll bet you've jacked off to the thought of getting Anne into bed." He started to protest but I stopped him.
"Hey, I can't blame you. Truth is Toby, she's comfortable around you and this is her last night here. It's truly a once in a lifetime opportunity... for all three of us."
I could see him processing this.
I reassured him, "I have no desire to touch you so don't worry about that. I am not a cuckold so I'm not looking to be humiliated in any way. I would just very much enjoy watching and touching Anne while we're both fucking her. We'll give her the most pleasurable night of her life, we'll leave Sunday morning and you'll never see us again. Your call buddy. Don't over-think it." I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him. "Well?"
A slow smile spread across his face and he nodded. "I'd be honored."
"You should be. She's very special, Toby. Treat us both respectfully and we'll all have a very fun night."
I turned and headed back up the stairs. I called over my shoulder, loud enough so that Anne could hear me, "Just come up when you're ready."
Part 2 picks up the story as it developed via text with my wife. It gets quite a bit spicier ????
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