Chapter 2:
Courtney had been incredible in bed, an incredible fuck, but it was a little awkward letting my wife know that Courtney had left taking with her a set of my wife’s lingerie and CFM heels.
My wife’s reaction surprised me.
“That’s okay, I’ll go shopping to replace them. Don’t worry about that.” Then she quickly changed gears and said, “I thought you would have been sleeping with Angie. How did Courtney end up here?”
We had never shared our sexual escapades in detail, but I guessed now was an exception to the rule. I gave her the bare bones story. As I talked I could tell it was making my wife hot. She started squirming and a sheen on her forehead told the truth before she ever could. She was actually relishing the idea of me being with another woman and it was turning her on. This was uncharted territory for me.
I continued my story and took her by the hand and pulled her back to our bedroom. The bedroom I had shared with Courtney. I undressed her as I talked. I teased her by lightly touching her nipples. Her wet slit was oozing juices to the point of actually dripping down her legs like honey. I had her face away from me and I slapped her ass sharply. She groaned but didn’t tell to stop spanking her.
“Tell me what’s making you horny. Is it because I licked Courtney’s pussy?”
My wife was bi and liked pussy as much as cock. I knew she would have loved eating Courtney’s sweet cunt. I spanked her again with my open hand. Immediately I could see the bright red outline of my hand on her right cheek.
“Ow! Yes. I’m thinking of you fucking Courtney’s pussy. Was she a tight young piece of ass? Oh fuck! Was she a good fuck in my lingerie? My heels? Was she good in our bed? Oh god…my pussy is on fire.”
The realization hit me that my wife sounded as if she wanted to become my cuck queen. She wanted me to be with another woman and I think she wanted to watch. Did she want to be humiliated?
I stepped back and undressed. My cock was as hard as it ever had been. I decided to test my theory.
“Get on your knees, darling,” I said to my wife. “Suck my cock the way you think Courtney did. If you’re not as good as she was I’m going to punish you.”
She dropped to the floor and reached out and grabbed my throbbing cock. Looking up, she looked me in the eye and licked from my perineum to the tip of the bulbous mushroom of my cock. The gleam of desire in her eyes almost made her look dazed. I took two fistfuls of her hair and started face-fucking my wife. She was enthusiastically loving how I was treating her. Not quite punishing her, but treating her more roughly than usual. My cock kept touching the back of her throat and she gagged slightly and she was drooling more than she ever had while blowing me. Her eyes had watered and her makeup started running down her face.
I loved it.
And so did she.
I was getting close to exploding so I lifted my wife off her knees and faced her away from me. I pushed her onto her knees into the doggy position which she quickly assumed. My cock was rock hard. With no hesitation I positioned my cock at the entrance of my wife’s dripping sex and in one stroke buried myself to the hilt. Her love canal was hot, tight and wet.
“Oh baby, Fuck me!! Fuck me like you fucked that little slut Courtney!”
I loved my wife’s dirty talk. I started pushing my hardness into her until I bottomed out, then I would pull out until only the tip of my cock was inserted in her. I stopped, knowing it would make her crazy.
“What are you doing? Fuck ME!! Fuck me, please honey. Please fuck me!”
I waited, knowing that she would whimper as I edged her.
“Honey, I’m begging you, fuck me! Fuck me like Courtney!”
I was ready to explode and knew my wife was also on the verge of cumming but I wanted to prolong her agony and my ecstasy so I continued to tease her.
I managed to say, “I’m thinking of Courtney, honey. I’m thinking of her pussy. And she has a girlfriend she wants me to meet.”
I talked as I was pumping in and out of my wife at a frantic pace. I felt a vibration starting in her as she squeezed my cock each time I bottomed out in her.
Suddenly she erupted in a shattering orgasm and screamed out, “Oh my god, oh my god! I’m cumming!!”
This was all it took for me to start pulsing and pumping my wife full of my sperm as I started my own climax. I could feel a boiling sensation erupting as I filled her with my cum. I continued fucking her for a few more moments before I collapsed onto my wife’s back.
We fought to catch our breath, sweat covering both of us, the smell of sex in the air. After a few minutes my deflating dick plopped out of my wife’s steamy cunt and her juices and my sperm started dripping out of her and pooled on our bed.
My wife sniffed her pillow as she lay on it and said, “You didn’t change the sheets, did you? I can smell another woman. I smell Courtney.”
“No, I didn’t. Sorry.”
“Don’t be, I think it’s nasty and I love it. Are you going to fuck her again?”
I thought I might be pushing my luck, but figured ‘what the hell.’
“I hope so, but can I tell you something? I want to fuck her mom, Angie. And I want to meet Judy.”
I could see the thoughts running through her mind. She was anticipating my future conduct.
“Bring them to our bed,” my wife said. “You don’t need to meet anywhere else. I wish I could be with you when that happens. Angie is hot! And Courtney sounds…delicious.”
This blew my mind. I’d always wanted to be in bed with two women and have a threesome and now my wife was wanting the same thing.
“Are you serious? A threesome?” I asked.
“Absolutely. If you ever can pull it off, I’m in.”
My mind started racing. I had just had a world class fuck with my wife and now I was thinking about Angie. And more than that, Angie and my wife, Jan.
And Courtney.
And Judy.
I lay in my wife’s arms and decided I’d call Angie since she had personally given me her cell number and told me to call. I would play it by ear and see what happened. I hoped I was going to be spending future time with not only my wife, but also with Angie, Courtney and Judy, whom I hadn’t even met. And I had my wife’s blessing.
“Honey, just so you know, I’m going to call Angie. Should I wait till your next business trip?”
She thought for a moment and then said, “I don’t have anything planned for a while, don’t wait on me. But I’m asking for one thing.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Will you tell me details? How and what you’re doing with them? I wish I could watch you with them. And…”
“And what?”
“I wish I could fuck with them.”
My mind was racing to keep up with these new revelations.
“Yes, I’ll tell you as much as you want to know. And I’ll try to include you.”
We talked and I had an epiphany. I asked my wife, “Are you looking to…have your own adventure? Are you going to find someone else to fuck?” It seemed like we were evolving to an open marriage.
After a long, pregnant pause she said, “No, don’t fret. If you share what you’re doing, and you keep me well fucked, I won’t need any more…action from anyone else. And like I said, it’s okay to bring them home if you wish. I can always visit my mom if I need to be gone.”
We drifted off to sleep with these thoughts in my mind.
A week passed.
Courtney called me and said she had been thinking of me and wanted to get together soon, but she was headed to Europe for six weeks. We chatted and agreed to meet when she returned.
“By the way,” Courtney asked with a wicked gleam in her voice, “did your wife miss her lingerie and heels?” I could hear the teasing in her voice. “I really like wearing them. Can’t wait to wear them again for you. Oh, and Judy is excited to meet you. And I know my mom wants to hear from you.”
Courtney left for Europe two days later. I decided to call her mother, Angie, that evening.
“Hi Angie,” I said when she picked up the phone. “Do you have a minute?”
“Hello,” she answered. “I had given up hope that you’d call. What are you up to?”
“Not much. I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner, but I kept your number. Do you have plans this weekend?” I asked.
“No, no plans. Is Jan out of town?”
“She might be, but whether she is or not I’d like to see you. I’d love to take you to dinner.”
“What about Jan? Are you guys still together?”
“Yes, we are. But, let’s just say we have an open marriage. Are you comfortable with that?”
Angie was quiet for a minute, then said, “If she’s willing to share, then absolutely. I would love to do dinner. I haven’t been on a real date in ages. Actually, I’ve given up on dating. I’ve only met losers. And you’re at least honest and upfront with me and Jan and not lying to me.”
We spent the rest of the conversation catching up and gossiping about people we knew. We agreed I would pick her up at her place at 6:00 p.m. on Saturday.
I said, “If you’re not comfortable having me pick you up, I remember how nosy some of our neighbors are. I could send an Uber for you.”
“Fuck ’em if they can’t take a joke,” Angie said, then we both laughed.
“One more thing.”
Angie asked, “What is it?”
“I want you in a sexy outfit, but you cannot wear underwear. At most you can wear a tiny thong. And you need to be braless.”
“Ooo, do you have plans for me?”
“Actually, yes. I want to ruin you for other men.”
Angie simply said, “Okay.”
When I hung up, my wife came up to me and hugged me and told me she had listened in.
“Looks like you have a date Saturday night. Do you want me to go to my mom’s house?”
“Darling,” I said, “If you want to that’s up to you. But if you’re home just know I’m going to try and spend the night with Angie at her house. If you’re gone I’ll bring her here.”
“Come here and have some fun, but you promised you’d share details.”
At this point I should tell you about my wife. She’s 5’2″ tall, with a great body. She has long dark hair, a pretty face with black eyes and olive skin, 34DD tits, a flat, but a little soft stomach, a great ass and toned legs she keeps fit by walking in 3-inch heels, no matter what she’s wearing. She very attractive and always looks good.
Angie is a complete opposite. She is a pale redhead like her daughter Courtney. She has blue eyes and a trim athlete body. She’s super sexy. I never figured out why she was single because on top of her looks she had a sparkling personality. I had always wanted to bury my face between her legs and I decided that was my goal this weekend.
“Honey,” my wife said, “come to bed and practice what you’re planning for Angie.”
We went to our bed and ‘practiced.’
Saturday came and I think my wife was more excited, if that was possible, than I was that I would be going out with another woman. In the past I had had a few flings, but we had never discussed them. And I hadn’t inquired about the times my wife had strayed. This open marriage concept was new for both of us and, since I had fucked Courtney, had spiced up our sex life. She was evolving into my cuckqueen.
At exactly 6:00 p.m., I rang Angie’s doorbell. She answered the door and I feasted on her good looks. She was wearing a ‘little black dress’ with black stilettos. The dress showed off her trim figure, and I was surprised that her tits were bigger than I remembered. I was glad I asked her to go commando and braless. She wore pale black stockings and looked fantastic.
We hugged a greeting and we kissed deeply. She invited me in and offered me a vodka martini. We sat at her kitchen counter, enjoying our drinks.
“You look fabulous,” I told her.
She blushed and said, “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
I stood up and went to her. Leaning down, I said, “Good, that sounds like a plan.” And then I kissed her again. We were two consenting adults and I had decided I would be aggressive unless she stopped me.
She didn’t.
Angie stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck as I pulled her into me and we let our tongues fight to get into each other’s mouths. My cock was already rock hard and it pressed into Angie’s stomach.
We kissed for a minute and then I pulled away and said, “If we don’t stop now, we’re going to miss our dinner reservations.”
Angie caught her breath, while my dick was still pressing into her, and said, “I guess we should have dinner before dessert.”
Dinner was incredible. We went to a trendy restaurant and each had a light dinner consisting of salad, NY strip steak and a bottle of red wine. I think the thought of ‘dessert’ kept us both from stuffing ourselves. The conversation was good too. I caught up on how Angie had been. She point blank told me of the disappointment she had of not finding someone after her divorce. She had raised Courtney alone and was happy she had finished school.
“I’m afraid she inherited my view of long-term relationships. She doesn’t think they exist either.” Then she asked, “How do you and Jan and make it work?”
“Probably luck,” I replied. “You’ve known, I imagine, we have a bit of a non-traditional marriage. We give each other space and we’re not jealous of each other.”
Angie said, “I haven’t heard you say you love her.”
“I love her and I guess she loves me. But it’s ridiculous to think one person could satisfy all your desires, all your life.”
Angie then asked a question that could have derailed the rest of the night.
“After the graduation party, did Courtney spend the night with you?”
“Yes. We both enjoyed ourselves.Are you okay with that? No judgment or problem if you do.”
Angie was thoughtful and said, “I thought it would happen. She’s liked you for a long time and I know she wasn’t a virgin. But I still gave you my number. Does that answer your question?”
That answer sealed the conversation for me. Angie knew and wasn’t excluding me from her bed because I had fucked her daughter.
I called for the check and when the waiter brought it, he asked if we wanted to see the dessert menu first. Angie smiled at him and said, “I have dessert waiting for him at home.”
After the waiter stepped away with my credit card, I asked Angie a question I knew the answer to. “What’s for dessert?”
She smiled and said, “Me.”
We quickly left the restaurant and I opened my car door so she could get in the car. Angie gave me a quick kiss and pressed something into my hand. When I looked to see what she had given me, I saw I had her black thong panty in my hand. I sniffed it and could detect her heavenly scent.
As I got behind the wheel of the car she asked, “Did you like my present?”
My answer was to put the small ball of cloth to my face and I breathed in her scent. “I love your present, how did you get it off?”
She smiled and said, “The tablecloth helped.”
Driving to her home, I placed my right hand on her thigh and moved it to up to the heat radiating from her moist pussy. Much to my pleasure I found that Angie had a shaved, completely bald mons and cunt. As I touched her, a low moan escaped her lips.
“Oh god, I need you to make love to me the first time. We can fuck after. Will you make love to me first?”
“Yes.”
“Can you stay the night?” Angie asked.
“Yes. Jan isn’t expecting me tonight.”
We got to her house and she had me pull into the garage. As the door dropped we entered the house. Immediately I took Angie into my arms and kissed her. I wanted to rip her clothes off and take her where we stood in her kitchen, but I needed to treat her tenderly.
I took her hand and found my way to her bedroom. I unzipped her dress and gently pulled it off her while she stood still. She was now standing in front of me wearing only her black, lacy bra and her stockings and heels. I leaned into her and kissed her. Her breasts were not large, but they were a firm handful. Her skin was pale and sprinkled with freckles. The areolas surrounding her nipples were pink. Her nipples were engorged and they stood out like erasers.
Angie took charge and removed my jacket and dress shirt. She unbuckled my belt and slacks and pulled them down. I kicked off my shoes and socks. My underwear was pulled off by Angie and my rock hard cock stood straight out, throbbing. She gripped me by the base of my dick and she licked my leaking precum.
As badly as I wanted her to suck my cock, I wanted to take care of her needs first. I lifted her chin and kissed her. Then I laid her on her bed and spread her legs open. I kissed my way down her body, stopping only to suck on each nipple for a few moments. Then I moved down and started making out with her labia.
Heat was radiating from her wet slit. I parted her lips and pushed my tongue deep into her pussy.
“Oh my god, that feels so good…don’t stop.”
I licked her cunt and lifted her legs onto my shoulders and licked and rimmed her asshole. She tasted tart and I loved it. I moved my mouth back to her hot wetness and found her peanut-sized clit and sucked.
As a pleasure wave crashed over Angie, she cried out, “My god, I’m cumming. Oh my fuck! I’m cumming!!”
I relentlessly kept sucking her pussy and clit as Angie continued to climax. She finally placed her hands on my head and pushed me off. I crawled up and kissed her and she could taste herself on my lips.
I guided my cock to her slit and firmly pushed my way to the bottom of her vagina and was now caught up in my need to fuck Angie. I bypassed her need for me to make love to her and I started fucking her.
With each violent thrust into her pussy Angie grunted.
“Oh god. I missed this. Fuck me, love me!”
I obliged, pushing and pulling in and out of Angie. I stopped, completely engulfed by the warm feeling of being inside her. Angie squeezed me with her pelvic floor muscles until I started moving again. I started slowly but couldn’t hold back and I picked up my pace of stroking in and out of her. Angie screamed an unintelligible series of words and wrapped her legs tightly around me. Her orgasm started my own climax and I erupted and dumped my load of sperm into her. We held on to each other, slippery with sweat and the musky smell of sex surrounding us.
Afterwards, Angie lay in my arms and started crying. My cum and her juices dripped out of her slit, puddling a growing wet spot underneath us. We lay there as Angie stroked my semi-hard cock.
“That was incredible. I haven’t had good sex in so long I can’t remember. Thank you for touching me. I guess I should send Jan a thank you note for sharing.”
“You know, Jan thinks you’re hot. Maybe the three of us could get together.”
Angie was quiet for a while. Then she said, “Maybe. But tonight you belong to me. Would you please fuck me in the ass? Please?”
Then she started sucking my cock…
[End of Chapter 2]