Tales of A Deviant Wife Pt. 03

Two weeks since Matt and I had our night with Sally, and we were both itching to have a new experience. Despite loving Sally, she was overseas for the next six or so weeks. She did mention that she wanted another night with us, which was nice, I guess.

Matt asked me last night if he could find a new third. Which I turned down. I didn't tell him, but the idea of him looking for another woman was a bit too much for me. If that sounds hypocritical, that's because my pride is a factor here.

But this afternoon, Matt sent me a few texts, which led me to believe that he was ready for someone new. The truth of the matter is I felt the same way. The excitement of watching him with another got me going. The control needed to be mine in the end, which meant doing all the legwork.

Denise is my work wife, or at least that's what everyone says about us in the office. They all say we are constantly attached at the hip, which is fine. She was a pretty long-haired, dirty blonde with crystal blue eyes. As well as the primary reason I make it to work most mornings. We have the best time; our offices are right next to each other, and we often get after-work drinks. There have been tons of weekend luncheons and late-night drunken shenanigans.

Pushing the fears and risks I had around my relationship with Denise aside, I decided to ask her to dinner tonight. Which is why I'm sitting in this pretentious restaurant waiting for her to arrive. She just texted that she'd parked. I adjusted the now too-tight cocktail dress I was wearing. Overly aware of my entire body, it felt like even my bones weren't where they needed to be.

When she walked in, she commanded the room despite clearly not knowing the level of formality of this particular restaurant. She was wearing a simple yellow sundress with sneakers, her hair effortlessly shoulder-length.

Coming over, she smelt like a summer breeze. "Sorry I'm late, by the time I got home, I just threw the first thing on I could find." Denise's smile could light Dodgers Stadium.

"Oh, not a problem. You look so cute. Like so cute!" Getting up, I gave her a hug, then let her into our corner booth from my side.

We both ordered "girly" cocktails and laughed about the stupid shit Darrell from accounting said today. She was kind and asked me about Matt before she went into a life-dump over the last boy that she had to break up with.

"Anyway, I'm glad to be done with him. Ugh, I wish I had a Matt like you. Something just stable and easy. But I just seem to be a dumbass magnet." She said, pushing her empty glass forward as the server set down new drinks for us.

Fingering the steam of the glass, I watched the condensation collected around the bottom and drip down. Before I took a sip, I smeared the moisture with my fingertip. "Look, there's something I want to ask you. But before I ask, I just want to say that I hope in asking we can still be friends." My next sip took down more than half of the gimlet I'd ordered. "What I mean is just promise you won't hate me for asking what I am about to ask."

Sensing the moment, her eyes got bigger, and she sat back in her seat to take another sip. "Ooo, well, now I'm intrigued. Of course, I can't promise that I won't hate you. What if you tell me that you just murdered my mom's dog or something? Honestly, short of murder of any kind, I find it unlikely for me to 'hate' you." Denise said, flipping a section of hair behind her ear to get a better look at me, then smiled.

Blood rushed to my face, and I could feel it getting redder. "I would like to have you in a threesome. What do you think?" Downing my drink, I indicated to the server that we would need another round. No padding or polish, just plopped it out there.

The now third round of drinks arrived, and she glanced at me and raised her eyebrows with a half smile. "Will you be there?" She said, hiding her mouth with another sip.

Shit, I didn't even mention any details. "So, yeah, I want to have a threesome with you and Matt." My voice sounding more nervous and flimsy than I really wanted.

Now it was her turn to blush. "I see. I don't know..." She looked down and started to play with a small tomato on her plate.

Fearing the worst, I said, "If I haven't ruined this, I would like to remain friends, and I promise I'll never bring it up again."

She shook her head in disagreement. "No, that's not what I mean." Pausing, a flash of irritation went through Denise's eyes. "How do I say this?" Not allowing me to answer her rhetorical question, she said, "I've kinda... sorta always had a crush on Matt." Looking at me now through the cracks her fingers made across her face, she said, "Obviously, I never would have acted on it. You're my best friend. I was just going to keep it a secret till I died."

Relief swept from my hands and feet to my core. This would still need to be handled delicately. I chose to ignore that point because she didn't say no. "Matt and I have had a couple of other experiences with others. I didn't tell you about those because I didn't want you to have a sort of opinion of me." Keeping these secrets from her was really hard for me. I normally told her everything. "Those other experiences are over, and Matt and I want to continue with someone we know. I've always cared about you, and of course, you're gorgeous. I know Matt would think so too. By the way, I didn't tell him about having this conversation with you. I figured I'd ask first, then see where it went."

To me, it seemed like she saw that I navigated around the "crush" aspect of this and that my passivity was permission enough. "Oh my, of course, I think you're beautiful as well." She grabbed my hand. "I've never thought of us being together, but now that I have, I don't hate the idea." Now holding my hand in both of hers, she asked, "Are you okay with Matt knowing that now I've had a crush on him?" Her question was more timid than she'd ever been with me.

Without hesitation, I said, "Yes. You know you may feel differently about this once you've been with him." I smirked.

She laughed, and we were back. The alcohol seemed to hit us both at once, and soon we were silly with giggles and inside jokes. After dinner, we got dessert, and over coffee, we planned our night. She wanted to come over tonight, so I set up a group text with Matt and Denise. Even if she fell head over heels for Matt, she could just move in, my drunken thoughts said. Looking her up and down, I decided I would gladly have her. Then Matt texted back, saying he was home and would be taking a shower now then wait for us.

Rushing home, I wanted to make sure Matt at least decluttered the living room so we didn't look like slobs. Grabbing some wine, I set it out on the dining table, and as I was getting the glasses down, I heard her car pull up in our driveway.

Opening the door before she could knock, I greeted her with a hug. "I have no idea where Matt is. I'm assuming he's in the bedroom, but before all that, do you want some wine or anything?" Realizing that was stupid a question, we just enjoyed a queen's feast of booze and food. Asking her was really just my nerves showing.

"Oh no, thanks," Denise said and seemed a bit sheepish. She'd been over a million times and always made herself comfortable.

It was obvious to me that with her secret crush on Matt, now she didn't know how to act. "Come on, let's go find Matt and get cleaned up. What do you say?"

She nodded, and I grabbed her by the hand and headed to the bedroom. When we entered, I could feel her tense just slightly when we saw Matt. He was lying on the bed in his silk pajamas, reading a book with the light on the end table. He looked very domesticated. "Hey there, ladies," he said with a big smile. He had no idea how Denise felt, not that it would have changed anything for or from him. "I'm ready when you are just tell me where you want me, babe."

"We are going to get cleaned up first. This one got me drunk, and I'm feeling it a bit. A nice shower will work wonders," I said, still holding Denise's hand. She was silent, with only an occasional nervous chuckle here and there.

Pulling her into the bathroom, I shut the door behind us. I kicked off my heels and turned around. "Can you unzip me?" I asked.

First, she placed her hands on my bare shoulders and gently moved them down and unzipped me. I had on a dark red with black lace bra and matching panties. She was silent, so I stepped out of the dress and hung it up, then stood in front of her. "We've been naked together before. I know this is different, but it's also the same." Reaching up, I pulled the spaghetti strap off her right shoulder. Then, pulling off the left side, her dress fell completely.

Simple cotton underwear and a simple, thin-strapped yellow bra were what she wore. With a little scoot, she got her sneakers off. "Now we're matching. I'm sorry, I'm just so excited. I can't believe this is happening. You're giving me a bit of a lady boner if I'm honest." She said, clearly loosening up.

Reaching in, I turned on the shower. If it was large enough for Matt and me, then it would be plenty big enough for us two. "Yeah, so you turn around, and I'll turn around, then we get totally naked. We can meet in the shower. That way, it's not weird; you can help me wash my hair then vice versa." My tone was light and fun. I was excited about this now as well.

"Love this idea." She said and then turned around as I did. We undressed, and I opened the door to the shower. The steam now filling the room, she stopped me. "Sara, thank you. I just want you to know how much I care about you." There was a level of earnestness that I was unprepared for with her words.

"Aww, I figured you'd like Matt, but I'm happy you like me too." I said and stuck my tongue out, not ready for real feelings.

Following me into the shower, she moved me under the head, and my hair soaked and covered my eyes. She pushed it aside and kissed me, nothing like the kiss she would give me when we said goodbye. This was real and deep; instinctively, I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her close, venturing to French up this kiss. Our tongues wrestled and fought each other. Unexpectedly, she reached down and found my clit and started to rub it ever so gently with the tip of her index finger. Unlocking from the face, I looked at her, and she just smiled and let that finger slip inside me. Warmth fed from my opening and spread through me. I leaned into it and let out a few soft moans.

When I couldn't take much more, I looked her in the eyes and silently knelt down. Anticipating my next move, she spread her legs, the water rushing down her belly and around her thighs. She stepped back to give me room; with my hands, I spread her enough to get a good look at her clit. Finding it with my tongue electrified me; for reasons unknown, the line felt like it had been crossed now. She whimpered when I went to work on it, lapping her up.

"Sara, I can't believe this. I'm cumming." Denise said, grabbing my hair, she pulled me closer, and I could taste her change. I gripped her as I too held her up as she jerked and quivered in my mouth.

Steadying her, I stood up and kissed her under the water. She was putty in my arms; her warmth was comforting. I wanted to hold her like this all night. But instead, we grabbed some washcloths and soaped each other up. Soon, the water was off, and we stepped into the bathroom.

Bent over a small bench, I dried my legs as she toweled off her hair. "Are you ready for Matt? He's got some good moves, and let me tell you this. He'll make you feel better about anything and make you forget everything."

She flushed again, which I thought was silly. "Yeah, I bet he is... or does or..." Denise was flustered.

"Sweetie. It's okay. I want to share him. He is not all mine. You can play with him too." Flipping my towel up, resting on the top of my head with my hair, I moved towards her. "To start, I just want to watch you with him. He'll take good care of you."

Nodding, she gave a slim smile. Then we blow-dried our hair and stepped out back into the bedroom. Matt was still reading. I just realized that he was actually reading earlier. I thought he was trying to look cool for her.

He looked us both up and down, standing there nude and moisturized. He looked like a cat ready to eat a couple of canaries. "I feel overdressed and out of place." Matt stood up and took off his shirt. The lighting complemented his abs and the cut leading down to his package.

"It would be best if it was just you and Denise to start. She's a bit nervous but eager. Make sure you show her a good time. I'm just going to sit back here." I sat at the small bench in front of my vanity and spread my legs to play with myself.

"Why don't you come over here?" Matt said to her.

She seemed so tiny next to him, looking down till she was in front of him. With the tip of his finger, he gently tilted her head up. When their eyes locked, I could see the passion in her. With him, she gave herself completely. Then he kissed her without touching her anywhere else. I could see her doing her best to not fall over onto the bed.

Matt stepped back, and her eyes were closed while she reached with her body for his mouth. When she opened her eyes, they were already consumed with longing.

"Denise, I need you to place my cock in your mouth and start sucking." His words were kind, and she nodded.

First, she took his pants down, and he stepped out of them. His cock bobbed in front of her face. She stroked it before she put the tip in her mouth. Reaching underneath, she cupped and squeezed his balls. It made sense that she had sucked a dick before, but the thought was something I never considered before.

Using the back of her head, Matt pushed deeper inside her mouth. He was a lot, but Denise took it like a champ, and he moaned as her nose pushed against him. Long overdue, she pulled him out to catch her breath, and she looked over at me with a big smile. His eyes said thank you, and I nodded and noticed that I already had two fingers working my hole.

"Babe, I want you to lay her down and fuck her gently, make her cum for me. I want to see you plunge deep into her." My voice had become husky and dark, which I enjoyed.

Pulling her to her feet, he kissed her. "You heard her get on your back. I need to be deep inside of you." Another glance over at me to make sure I was okay with this, Matt was always the gentleman.

Denise was without words and got on the bed face up and spread her legs. I got a better look at her pink box. Her inner lips were swollen with desire, and her entire body was flushed and ready. Pushing her legs wider, Matt fit between them. He guided his massive cock into that wet hole; her pussy stretched beautifully to accommodate his girth. Suddenly, I wanted to be on the other side to see her face as he moved inside her. But I felt my own orgasm coming and focused on his cock sliding in and out of her. Then my own gratification hit me; due to its long delay, it was bigger than I was expecting. I yelped out and nearly fell off the bench; there was now a small wet spot on the bench.

My noises seemed to kick Denise into gear, and she really started to moan, her legs now up and flailing. "Oh fuck, oh oh," she cried out. Then she jerked and bucked underneath him. He continued to fuck her slowly; he had yet to cum, which to me was impressive. When he pulled out, he was still rock hard and placed it on her belly when he leaned down to kiss her again. "Matty, you were better than I could have imagined, and I've imagined it many times. You didn't disappoint." She said.

Here I was willing to keep her crush a secret. I was happy to hear her get it off her chest. That being said, I was shocked that she used my nickname for him. I'd referred to him as "Matty" all the time, and it was something only I called him, well until now. The only problem now is that it would only serve to inflate Matt's ego.

"I want to play now." I said. "Move her up towards the centre of the bed. And Matt, you get on your side next to her." I told them.

I got in a spooning position so Matt could enter me from behind, and I could look Denise in the eyes. He slipped into me easily and loved it. She got closer and started kissing me as he moved in and out of me. I pushed down on her head and propped one leg up. She got the message. First, she watched his cock move in and out of my V-shaped slit. Then she locked onto my clit sucking and biting with more energy than I was expecting. I was going to cum again real soon. Matt reached over and grabbed one of my tits and started to pinch and rub a nipple, and I could feel the seed of an orgasm embed itself in my core, and I got louder. Which put both of them into overdrive. Matt started pumping harder and harder. Denise started biting and nibbling on my clit, then he pinched my nipple so hard I cried out. A wave after numbing wave rippled through me. And I shouted it out. They both slowed, then Matt pulled out. I could feel his rock-hard cock still waiting to explode pressed tightly against my back.

Denise came back up and looked at us, looked at him, then back at me. "He needs some relief, Sara. Poor baby needs to get it out of his system."

"Being that this would be your first time with him, I leave that honor to you. Just tell Matty where to put it, and he'll do as he's told." Kissing her again, she smiled.

"I want him in my ass. I want him now." She said, then got up on her hands and knees, spreading her legs and her ass.

He didn't wait and got into position behind her as I placed my face underneath her and started eating her out. Then he started to push his plump tip into her dark hole. The entire area around her asshole dented inwards as he pushed past her protective ring. And she yelled out that he was in her ass over and over. It was hot and I went to work licking up her pussy. Matt didn't hesitate and started pumping faster and faster. From his erratic movements I could tell he was about to cum. Slamming into her now he was balls deep and they were slapping me in the head as my face pressed up against her fuck hole.

Then like the Fourth of July he popped his cock twitched and spasmed inside her. She expressed how she couldn't believe it and claimed that his cum was hers now she couldn't have it back. It was hot as hell. He pulled out and a small glob landed on my forehead. I just kept at her pussy mouth fucking her more and more then she came down on me and worked my tired clit some more. Then I came hard and quick and she followed up right after me.

Afterwards we were spent and she collapsed beside me with Matt on the other side. It took all my efforts to flip the other way around so we faced each other. She and I started making out again now we both tasted like one another which only made things hotter. I thought of her violated asshole leaking my husband's cum after stretching her out. Her lips on me while Matt spooned her along with all the feelings thoughts and visions in my head led me to sleep peacefully.

When I woke up in the bed it was just Matt and I in the bed. But I could hear her in the shower so I rolled over and went back to sleep. It was the smell of breakfast coming through that woke me up again. This time Matt was gone too so I just got up and headed to the shower.

Then in the closet, I found the cutest pair of jeans and an old T-shirt with a long-forgotten local band on the front of it. When I stepped into the kitchen, they had music on and were laughing and dancing while flipping pancakes. Matt was in his boxer shorts, and Denise was in a pair of my panties and bra. They looked cute together like any other couple. I couldn't help but smile even when I felt the dull pang of jealousy in my stomach.

"Hey there, you two." I said, sitting down. "What do we have here?" I spooned some scrambled eggs on my plate and grabbed a couple of strips of bacon. "This looks amazing." I knew it was Denise who made this; Matt could burn a pot of water.

"Well, I don't know about you, babes, but I was starving when I woke up this morning." Denise said, bringing a plate of pancakes over. She tossed one on my plate.

From the kitchen, Matt was pouring coffee into my favorite mug. "So what did you want to do today, my buxom bride?" He opened the fridge and grabbed my creamer and brought it over, taking a seat between us.

Honestly, I didn't know what I wanted to do. I had no plans for today, so as a joke, I said, "I dunno, how about some more fucking?" I bit into a crispy piece of bacon.

There was an odd silence, like they had been thinking the same thing before I got there, so I looked at them. They both looked like they didn't want to seem too eager, but that's what they wanted. "So did you two dorks already plan this?" I asked without looking.

It was Denise who spoke first. "Well, I don't have anything else going on this weekend, and since we had so much fun last night, I figured I might as well." She was trying to sound breezy.

Her reasoning didn't make sense to me. Why was she being delicate with me? Less than 8 hours ago, I witnessed her ass take a deep load from my husband's cock. After finishing the first piece of bacon, I realized she still had a crush on Matt and thought I would get jealous. So I had an idea. "I want you both to fuck. Right over there in the living room while I have some of these pancakes." The butter melted as I spread it over the top. Little pockets of butter formed, then vanished.

Matt looked at me and smiled. He knew me so well. He understood that I was playing it cool but desperately wanted to watch them fuck. "I'm ready," he said with a huge, dumbass smile. He pointed down, and his hard-on was showing through the slit in his boxers.

She looked at me, waiting for me to crack or protest or something. Her eyes were asking if I was okay with this. "That sounds fun. Come on, Matty. Bend me over." She smirked and shot up and went over to the couch.

Matt was right behind her, his dick wagging in front of him. With one fluid movement, she pulled the sports bra up over her head and sat on the arm of my couch. Matt moved out of his boxers before he stood before her. They were in profile in front of me as she stroked him, but her head was too high to suck his dick. She got up and went around, kneeled over the arm of the sofa, low enough now that she took his cock in her mouth with a smile.

Somehow, I inhaled the first pancake. Denise was right. I was hungry, happy to have all this food on the table. I tried the eggs. They were so light and buttery, with just the right amount of cheese sprinkled on top.

Cupping his balls with one hand, she grabbed his ass with her free hand and pulled him closer as she choked his cock down. Then I decided something. "Slide a finger into his ass, sweetheart," I yelled across the room. I needed to direct this fuck session.

Sure enough, she pushed her finger into his ass, and I could see on his face that she was wiggling at least two of them in him. The pancakes were still hot when I grabbed two more and set them down in front of me. I buttered them and poured syrup all over them. Then, I headed to the living room and sat across from them in the recliner opposite them.

From where I was, I could see that she needed to get at least another three inches into her mouth. "There's a lot of unattended cock there. I want him satisfied. Take him all down, Matty. Help her if she needs it."

Holding her head still, he pushed himself deeper. I could see her throat from the outside and the outline of his cock. Her eyes were watering, and she gagged a bit. Then, I saw his balls start to hit her chin. "That's good, babe. Pull out a bit so she can take a break." He withdrew his cock, and streams of spit dripped out of her mouth as she gasped. Tears stroked down her face, and she looked over at me. I just smiled back at her. "Cum in her mouth, Matty." He nodded, then pushed back into her mouth.

She kept two fingers in his ass and continued to fondle his balls as he moved in and out of her mouth. Soon enough, Matt was making his cum face. He tapped her on the top of the head to let her know it was about to happen. This only sped up her movements, and she gobbled up more of his cock.

"Fuck!" He yelled, then I saw his cock flinch and twitch in her mouth as he filled her up. Some spilled out the side and dripped out the edge of her lips. She sucked harder and harder. When he went to pull away, she held him, and he had to force her off of him.

Still in her panties, she got up off the couch. There were red marks on her knees from the way the leather of the couch bunched up underneath her. When she turned to me, her face and eyes were red. She had cum on her face with spit and cum all over her tits. Then, she said, "I'm a good little cum dumpster. I love cum so much. I want more." It was like she was drunk or in some sort of trance.

Matt had to hold himself up by holding on to the back of the couch. She clearly sucked the life out of him. Finishing my second serving of pancakes, I set the plate on the coffee table and took another sip of coffee. "You can have all the cum you want, my dear. You just have to get him hard again. Looks like he's pretty spent."

Aghast, she turned to look over at Matt. His dick needed a bit of a break. It was like she didn't know what to do. Then she turned and looked at me and sat back down on the couch. "If I can't fuck Matty right now, I'll just have to fuck you till he's ready." With a finger, she beckoned me over.

When I got up, I indicated to Matt that he should have a seat, and I handed him my coffee, which he took a big sip of and then sat down. I pulled off my teeshirt and tossed it on the ground. Then I pulled my jeans down and did a cute little wiggle, getting it passed my hips. She tried to get up, and I shook my head, and she stayed seated in the center of the couch. I climbed up and stood above her, lowering my pussy onto her face. She pulled me down and started in on my pussy. This time, her tongue went deeper than before, and she sort of tongue-fucked me. She pulled me closer to stick two fingers in my ass like she did with Matt.

"If you're not careful, I'm gonna cum." The words came out hoarse and just above a whisper. Then I stepped off her and laid down on the couch face up.

Spreading my legs, she looked down at me. "Sara." When she said my name, I got chills. "I fucking love you. Thank you for sharing Matty with me." It was heartfelt and earnest.

"Oh, sweetie, of course. I love you, and Matt does too. He just has a different way of expressing it." I said and opened and closed my legs as I tried to entice her.

Then she bent down and her tongue went straight for my clit again. It was sore and worn still from last night, but I didn't care. I pushed up into her, and we set a pace. Soon I was close to another orgasm. "Make me cum, Denise. Please make me cum like you made my husband cum just a few minutes ago." Then it hit me hard. I squeezed her head between my thighs and jerked up and down as the orgasm ran me over like a semi. When the last of it finally dissipated, I let her up, and she crawled on top of me. Kissing me along the way. Till our faces met, she tasted of my pussy, and there were traces of Matt's cum as well. She stopped for a moment and hugged me tighter. I whispered in her ear. "I love you." She whispered it back.

In that moment, I felt completely entwined in her. Suddenly, I felt Matt get on the couch, and he must have been hard because I felt her as he pushed inside of her. She let out a soft moan. Looking over her shoulder, I said, "Fuck her good, babe, and cum deep inside her. She's earned it."

Nodding, he went to work, and then she and I kept kissing. For a moment, I could imagine that I was the one fucking her. I let the fantasy continue as I fondled her swinging breasts and pinched her nipples. She came quickly and lost her energy and collapsed on me with all her weight. Not missing a beat, Matt just continued fucking, but from what I saw on his face, he didn't have much longer. She was sweaty and convulsing with pleasure off of me. She started biting my neck and gave me a hickey. Matt grunted and filled her up one more time. Then, fell backwards on the far side of the couch. I felt his cum land on me.

Denise and I kissed some more, then I finally said, "If you're not careful, you'll just have to live here with us as our little fuck toy."

She had enough strength left to lift her head and look right into my eyes. "Don't joke. I would really like that."