After another mind-numbing day at the office, I pulled up at the home I shared with Lucy, my also thirty-year-old wife of two years. The quiet, suburban surroundings were a constant reminder of why I worked the hours I did as an accountant. It paid well.
Lucy was a HR manager, an intelligent, well-spoken, young woman. She was also a beautiful, curvaceous, redhead, with stunning hazel-green eyes, and a sexy body that was generously full in all the right places, capturing the attention of the men she encountered, and boosting my ego.
Who doesn’t want a sexy wife that other guys would love to see naked and fuck? That’s how I looked at it. I trusted Lucy implicitly, but I kept my hotwife, cuckold fantasies to myself, out of fear she might judge me or think lesser of me as a man, despite her having an insatiable sex drive.
Entering the house, I heard the sound of her laughter floating through the air from the back garden. Lucy’s soft voice was playfully mingling with the deeper tone of our forty-five-year-old builder, Billy. We’d hired him to build two garden walls for us. But I had expected him to be gone for the day by now.
Hearing their laughter and giggles, I moved quietly toward the kitchen sink. The window offered me a clear view of the back garden, and the blinds provided some level of discretion. And there they were, my wife and Billy, seated at the patio table together.
Lucy was wearing a green summer dress that matched her eyes and clung to her curves. The neckline dipped, revealing her abundant cleavage, and her auburn hair was in a stylish bun. She looked very pretty. Meanwhile, Billy was leaning back in the other chair, his chest and arms stretching his t-shirt, a hand smoothing his jet-black hair.
They were only discussing the half completed work over a cup of coffee, but just like the previous times I’d found them talking, Billy was eyeing my busty wife with obvious approval. I couldn’t blame him; she was easy on the eye. I married her for many reasons. Her brains, beauty, bubbly personality, and hot body topped the list.
However, Billy was dangerous. He was divorced, flirtatious, strong, and ruggedly handsome. The opposite of me. I could do nothing but stand aside while he pleased my wife in ways that I couldn’t. Ok, he was only building walls, but I couldn’t do it. Billy was the first man to ever invoke extreme caution in me when it came to men around my wife.
Lucy had been praising him all week. He arrived on time, worked hard, and he made sure the garden didn’t look like a building site before he left each day. He even kept the noise down when she was on calls in the home office upstairs. The guy couldn’t seem to put a foot wrong, which had aroused my suspicions as well as my hotwife fantasies.
I knew it was all in my head. Sure, Billy would no doubt fuck my wife if given the chance, but Lucy would never cheat on me. My imagination was running wild. Too much porn. It was mostly my insecurities. Billy was a man’s man, while I was just a regular guy with a stunning wife. Slim, quiet, handsome in Lucy’s eyes, and good with numbers.
But watching them through the kitchen window, I believed there was more than just my insecurities and fantasies at play. I was intrigued to see how deep the rapport between them actually went. Lucy was into keep fit and Billy was clearly into lifting weights, but he didn’t have the full bodybuilder look. The pair candidly shared something they had in common.
Then Billy started dropping compliments as his eyes roamed Lucy’s curves. He told her she had a great figure, and that her training was obviously paying off. When she thanked him with a knowing blush, I felt a strange tug in my chest. My wife’s laughter was genuine, her body language was relaxed, and she must have known Billy was feasting his eyes on her big juicy tits. You couldn’t miss them.
“If you weren’t married, I’d take you out to dinner,” he said, with a cheeky grin, turning everything upside down, including me.
“But I am married,” Lucy replied, giggling like a schoolgirl, encouraging our builder.
Billy leaned forward, placing a muscular arm on the table, his eyes gazing down the front of her dress, so steady and obvious, as was the swell of her breasts. “Yeah, more’s the pity,” he said, with a smile laced with mischief. “I bet the guys at the gym have a hard time working out when you’re around.”
Lucy blushed crimson. “Don’t be silly. I’m thirty. I can’t compete with those younger women,” she replied, knowing damn well that Billy would respond flirtatiously.
“No chance. They are mere girls, whereas you’re all woman,” he continued to flatter her. “Where do you train? I’d like to see what you wear when you’re getting all hot and sweaty,” he said with a dirty chuckle.
Lucy burst out laughing, hand over her mouth, part shocked, part flattered further. It put me in a turbulent spin. I was used to guys checking out my wife, but this was our home. Billy was hired to do a job, not to take liberties with my wife. However, rather than make an appearance, I continued to watch and listen. I was undeniably aroused by it all.
“I’m not telling you where I train,” Lucy giggled again.
“Awww, come on. I bet you’re a hot pants and sports bra kind of woman, aren’t you?” Billy teased her suggestively, the thought and mental image clearly arousing him.
“Sports bra, yes. Hot pants, no. I wear leggings,” she replied with a saucy smile, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” he smirked.
“Behave, I’m a happily married woman,” my wife reminded him, not forcefully enough for my liking. The saucy smile was still visible.
I eventually stepped away from the window, confused by my jealous arousal. What the hell is wrong with me? I asked myself inwardly. Why is their flirting turning me on? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but the image of my wife’s flushed cheeks and Billy’s intense gaze stayed with me. I then finally decided to join them, stepping outside to disturb the atmosphere.
“Hey,” I called out. “I didn’t expect you to still be here, Billy. Overtime, is it?” I hinted.
Lucy turned, her eyes lighting up at seeing me, which did warm my heart a little. “Hi, love,” she beamed. “Billy has finished for the day, so we were just having a coffee.”
The man in question rose from the table, filling the space and dwarfing my mere five-nine, slim frame, but I wasn’t intimidated by Billy’s size and strength, just weirdly aroused by his ability to get my wife to flirt with him. She always handled guys in bars etc. Billy wiped his hands on his trousers, looking unhappy about me suddenly being there.
“Hi, Ryan. No overtime needed. I’ll be done by the end of the week, as planned,” he nodded confidently.
I nodded back, my gaze flicking between the two of them, trying to pretend I wasn’t privy to their flirtatious conversation. “Great, and thanks for all your hard work.”
“You’re welcome, but it’s what you’re paying me for,” Billy needlessly reminded me.
That’s right, I am, so stop hitting on my wife when I’m not around, I wanted to say.
“Right,” Lucy cut in, rising to her feet. “I guess I better make a start on dinner.”
I couldn’t help noticing the way her dress shifted when she stood up. The fabric hugged her hips then fell loosely around her smooth thighs. Billy’s eyes followed the same path, before glancing at her big tits. It made me want to fuck my wife, show him she was mine and that he couldn’t have her.
“Alrighty then, I’m out of here,” Billy announced, around fifteen minutes later, his deep voice steady. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you, Billy, and thanks again for the great work so far,” I replied, watching him leave via the side gate.
“Bye, Billy!” Lucy sang his name from inside the kitchen.
Once he’d gone, I went and joined her. “Productive day?” I mused, a hint of suspicion and mischief in my tone.
“A few calls,” she shrugged, but there was something in her expression, a flicker of guilt or excitement, perhaps, I couldn’t be sure. “How about you?” she asked in return.
“Same old shit,” I chuckled. “But as always, it’s great to come home to my beautiful wife,” I flirted, taking her in my arms for an affectionate kiss. “I’m going for a shower before dinner. Is that ok?”
“Sure, but don’t be too long, dinner will be ready soon.”
“I won’t.”
Stepping into the shower, I tried to clear my mind of the flirtatious banter between my wife and Billy, wash away what I had heard and seen, had witnessed. But as I lathered my body in shower gel, my cock grew hard at the thought of them fucking. I didn’t just wash my erection, I stroked it underneath the hot water, my eyes closed, painting an erotic picture in my mind of my naked wife being taken hard on the kitchen table.
Billy was topless, his trousers around his ankles, his boots still on his feet, every muscle in his body tensed, his buttocks clenched, as he held Lucy’s legs apart and drove his thick cock deep inside her tight cunt. I could hear her pants and screams, see the look of pure pleasure on her face, as another man fucked her like a slut. A fat cock ruining her, big hands kneading her voluptuous tits, tweaking her hard nipples.
“Uhh,” I growled in the shower, stroking my average, yet throbbing, length. Lucy’s married pussy would be dripping wet and her body trembling, as she took every inch of Billy’s bare meat. “Oh,” I groaned.
I gritted my teeth and reluctantly let go of my cock to continue showering. But then my mind produced images of Billy bending my wife over the kitchen sink, lifting her dress and stretching her panties aside, ramming his hard cock inside her. He’d pull the dress down her arms, unhook her bra, then fuck her while her big tits danced in the sink. How many times would he make her come? I wondered, stroking my cock again, edging.
Would my wife beg him to make her come? Would she need to? Her breathing would be too ragged to talk. She would be too busy getting fucked, gasping for air, knowing she was going to reach climax. How intense would it be for her, with another man, with Billy? And where would he ejaculate? Over her big tits and pretty face? Over her arse and up her back? No, it would have to be deep inside her pussy, filling her with cum.
My balls were just about ready to burst, but I knew I had to save it for my wife. Given how she had allowed Billy to blatantly flirt with her, undress her with his eyes at the patio table, how she had encouraged him instead of shutting him down, I believed she was feeling horny too, even if she’d never admit to being sexually attracted to our builder. It was obvious, way too obvious.
Using all of my mental powers, I turned the thermostatic valve to cold water only, immediately extinguishing my arousal, before turning off the shower completely and grabbing a towel. My fantasy was going to drive me insane, if I didn’t get a grip. Billy had another three full days on the job. As I left the bathroom and went into the bedroom to dry off and get dressed, I contemplated phoning in sick for the week.
Showered and dressed into a white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, I sat with Lucy at the dining table, eating our food, chicken breast, rice, and roasted vegetables, talking like we always did. Family, friends, work, and potentially booking a holiday abroad. But never about children. We weren’t ready for that yet. After dinner, we remained at the table, finishing off a bottle of white wine.
It was then when I felt the need to say something. I was still horny from my unfinished stroke in the shower, and I was in a mischievous mood of my own, prepared to hint at having a hotwife, cuckold fantasy for the first time. But my sudden awkwardness told Lucy there was something on my mind, something difficult I wanted to tell her.
“Is everything ok?” she wondered, taking a sip of wine.
“Um…” I hesitated, smiling nervously. “Yes and no, actually,” I breathed anxiously.
“Oh,” she responded, looking concerned. “What’s wrong?”
I consciously kept my voice steady. “Well… I’ve kind of noticed how Billy has taken a serious liking to you.”
“What?” she spluttered, her cheeks burning red. “Don’t be so ridiculous.” She then laughed at my suggestion.
“I heard you both laughing and joking when I came in, and he’s always eye-fucking you,” I chuckled, growing into the conversation.
“Ryan!” she gasped. “Don’t be so crude. “We talk during a coffee break, that’s all.”
“Come on, Lucy,” I laughed. “I heard him say he’d take you out to dinner if you weren’t married… and remind me again what he suggested about your gym attire.”
My wife’s jaw dropped and her pretty face turned the same colour as her hair. I leaned across the table with a reassuring smile, covering her hand with mine. “Relax, I’m not pissed about it,” I told her.
“I’m so sorry, Ryan. I should have stopped him. It was just innocent banter. Billy is a bit of a joker. I swear it won’t happen again.”
She was visibly disappointed with herself. I leaned back in my chair, smiling at her for not even denying they had been flirting. It added to my arousal, making me wonder if she fancied him, and if so, by how much?
“Innocent banter, hey?” I smirked, feeling I had the upper hand. I took a sip of wine before setting the glass down with deliberate care. “I actually think it’s hot.”
Lucy’s eyes widened as she continued to blush with embarrassment, but she didn’t know how to respond at first. “Hot?” she said, perplexed.
My heart started racing as I tried to think of an explanation that would suffice and not kill my mood. I wanted and needed my wife to trust that I was actually excited about their flirting, but I didn’t understand my hotwife, cuckold fantasy myself, not really. As I thought about it, my phone suddenly started ringing. It was my mother. I had to take it because she was ill at the time.
“I’m going for a shower,” Lucy whispered as I answered the call. “I’ll see you in bed.”
I nodded, whispering an apology back to her. We both knew I’d be on the phone for at least forty minutes.
An hour later, I locked all the windows and doors downstairs, then made my way upstairs to the bedroom, where I found my wife sat on top of the bed covers, scrolling on her phone, her gorgeous, full-figured body clad in just a sexy, pure silk, pink chemise, slip nightdress. She looked ravishing in it, especially with her auburn hair resting down the front of her shoulders.
“How’s your mother doing?” she asked, looking up at me, her voice sympathetic.
“She’s doing ok. My sister is staying with her for a few days,” I replied, gently climbing onto the bed. “What are you doing?”
“I was just messaging the girls. They are trying to organise a night out at the end of the month,” she answered, putting her phone down on top of her beside drawer.
“That’ll be good,” I said, picking up the remote and turning on the bedroom TV. “You haven’t been out together for a while.”
Lucy took the remote from me and turned the TV back off. “I need to ask you something important,” she said, her voice soft but serious.
“About earlier, at the dinner table?” I assumed.
“Yes,” she nodded as we looked each other in the eye. “What did you mean when you said you thought Billy’s innocent banter was hot?”
“I meant the flirting between the pair of you, at the patio table, was hot,” I chuckled.
Lucy recoiled, blushing. “Ok, so what did you actually mean by that? Because I’m really sorry, Ryan. I hope you know I’d never cheat on you. I reflected on what you said… what happened… what you heard… and put myself in your shoes. I’d be mad at you if it was the other way around, so I don’t understand why you’re not mad at me.”
It was time to finally confess my fantasy. I shrugged with a small, nervous smile. “I don’t know when or why it started, but I have this fantasy of you being with someone else… sexually, I mean. You’d still be my wife, of course,” I chuckled like an idiot.
Lucy frowned, her confusion deepening. “You mean, like swinging?” she asked.
“No… more… you cuckolding me,” I replied sheepishly. “Well, you being a hotwife, actually. I don’t want to be humiliated in the sense that a cuckold does. I never thought I really wanted it to happen, but seeing you with Billy, the way you were laughing and flirting back, the way he was looking at you… it turned me on in a way I cannot ignore.”
“How could you possibly like it? What I did was bad enough, but having sex with another man? I don’t understand, Ryan.” Lucy really was dazed and confused by my confession. “I… I don’t know what to think.”
“Don’t think, just be honest. You find him attractive, don’t you?” I suggested, softly, tracing the curve of her shoulder with my finger. Lucy stiffened slightly, catching her breath as my finger travelled down her arm, grazing the swell of her silk-covered breast.
“This really turns you on, doesn’t it?” she replied with a question of her own, placing a hand at the front of my boxers. “You’re hard,” she giggled.
“Yes it does, and yes I am,” I grinned, swirling my finger around her protruding nipple. “But you didn’t answer my question. You’re attracted to our builder, aren’t you?”
“Am I?” she giggled again, her pretty green eyes sparkling with denial and arousal.
“Yes, I think you are, and I’m fine with it. Whatever you tell me, I swear it will not alter how I feel about you. I love you, and nothing will ever change that, not even you admitting to being attracted to Billy.” I kept my voice low and playful, but my cock had grown rock hard. “He can’t keep his eyes off you, especially your tits,” I chuckled.
My wife took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing in the dim light of our bedroom. “I do find him attractive… sexually attractive,” she confessed quietly, taking my cock out, and gently stroking it from the base.
“I know you do,” I breathed. “I saw it today at the patio table, with my very own eyes,” I reminded her, whilst enjoying the sensation of her hand curled around my cock. “I could see it in the way you were sitting and looking at him.” Lucy shivered at my words, which spoke the truth. “I know he arouses you.”
“I would never cheat on you,” she said sternly.
“I didn’t say you would, but he does arouse you, doesn’t he?” I put my hand on her smooth thigh and leaned in, brushing my lips against hers for a soft, sensual kiss. “You being turned on by another man is what really turns me on about it all,” I confessed, sucking softly on her lower lip as my hand moved the silk hemline of her nightdress upwards, exposing her neatly trimmed mound of auburn curls.
“Oh,” Lucy emitted a sigh of arousal as my fingers stroked her pussy, warm and moist.
“You and Billy, outside in the garden, his big, strong hands roaming your soft body,” I whispered, as her eyes drifted closed. Her hand gripped my cock, stroking it firmly.
Lucy gasped, biting down on her lip when I found her clit and began to gently move it around slowly. “Ryan,” she breathed, spreading her legs to give me easier access. “Please stop talking about Billy.”
“Why?” I whispered hoarsely, rubbing her her swollen pussy lips and then her clit. Back and forth between the two, I spread her slick essence around.
Lucy began to moan, moving her hips rhythmically. “Because it’s not right.”
“But it feels good thinking about it, yes?” I encouraged, not stopping. I couldn’t with her hand around my hardness and my fingers in with her wetness. My words kept on flowing, uncontrolled, my touch firm and slow, while I painted an erotic picture for us.
“Oh, God,” Lucy panted.
“Imagine it,” I whispered. “Billy’s rough hands on your soft skin, his lips on your neck. He’s strong, don’t you think? Rugged and untameable. Every woman’s wet dream.”
Lucy’s hips bucked against my hand, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. “Ryan… I… I…”
“Tell me you don’t want it,” I challenged her, on the brink of an orgasm. “Tell me you wouldn’t fuck him if you weren’t married.” As my fingers rubbed her clit in circles, I swirled my tongue around her silky, taut, right nipple, wetting the delicate fabric. “Tell me. No judgement,” my tone promised.
“I… I can’t…” she exhaled, her body arching.
“Of course you can,” I encouraged, feeling how sodden her pussy was. “It’s just me an you here. Let go, Lucy, and imagine his cock inside you, filling you up while I’m at work.”
“Oh God, yes!” she cried out, her body trembling, her pussy flowing like a river.
I thrust two fingers into her gushing hole and brought my other hand up to her chest, caressing a soft, fleshy tit through the nightdress as she strangled my cock. “Can you feel his big cock inside you? Does it feel good? You want it, don’t you?”
“Oh God. I’m gonna cum,” she moaned.
My wife’s wet haven bathed my fingers in her warm, sticky climax, her cries of ecstasy filling the bedroom as her body convulsed in pleasure. I captured her mouth for a passionate kiss, soothing her until her orgasm had subsided. She let go of my cock and finally opened her eyes, looking satisfied but fearful, her breathing heavy.
“That was intense,” she said, her smile revealing a hint of embarrassment.
“You loved it,” I grinned, my heart racing and my cock throbbing.
Lucy didn’t deny it. “Fuck me,” she demanded, taking off her nightdress, exposing her juicy melons and hard nipples.
Climbing between my wife’s legs, I raised them slightly and positioned my cock to enter her. I’m an average guy with an average length and girth, but I know how to fuck my wife. As I pushed into her, balls deep, I couldn’t help but wonder if Billy had much more between his legs to give her.
“Just imagine it, this could be Billy fucking you, now,” I said, my voice thick with lust and desire, unable to shake the image of our builder fucking my wife hard and deep.
“Stop talking about him and just fuck me,” Lucy groaned, her inner walls gripping me.
“But you’re so wet and horny,” I smirked, pounding into her, watching her big tits bouncing, imaging Billy’s big hands on them.
I couldn’t stop myself, the adrenaline was in full flow and I knew my wife was thinking about what I was saying. I put her legs on my shoulders and fucked her with everything I had, which ideally could have been more.
As the passion escalated, my thoughts were firmly fixated on Billy fucking my wife. Those scenes I had created in the shower were at the forefront of my mind, intensely hot.
“Tell me,” I grunted, thrusting my cock in and out. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I watched my wife’s eyes flutter closed before she finally surrendered to the moment. “I’m thinking about Billy,” she admitted, squeezing her inner walls around my cock again. “I have already wondered… what it would be like with him.”
I reached around her legs, which were tight against my head, and grabbed her fleshy tits, fucking her harder, sweating. “So he does excite you. That’s so fucking hot. Tell me everything. Don’t hold back. I love you too much to be jealous.” My mind was racing.
Lucy was groaning deep as I fucked her faster. “I have imagined him taking me… before he flirted with me today,” she confessed more. “I have spied on him in the garden… imagining his hands on me.”
“Did you spy on him from the office window?” I grunted, about to blow my load at any moment.
“Yes, he had his top off,” she panted. I knew she was was remembering it vividly.
“Be honest… did you touch yourself?” I felt my balls tighten. Lucy hesitated. “Just be honest. Please tell me the truth,” I urged.
She turned her head to the side, unable to face me, let alone look me in the eye. “Yes… I… I touched myself while spying on him.”
“Fuck! That’s so hot!” I growled. “Did you cum?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Please don’t stop now! Tell me what you were thinking!” I begged, banging into her.
“I honestly can’t remember,” she said.
“Do you want his hands ripping at your clothes? Feel them on your body? His mouth sucking on your tits, everywhere? Imagine him inside you, Lucy, filling you up with his cock while I’m at work. Even better, while I watch,” I spoke fast, too fast.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me!”
Lucy’s orgasmic cries suddenly filled the bedroom once more, her body animated, arching off the bed as she panted to be fucked. Watching her let go, feeling it around my cock, soon had me pumping an intense orgasm deep inside her pussy. When we finally collapsed, breathless and satisfied, she stared up at the ceiling.
“What the hell just happened?” she laughed.
“We just had amazing sex,” I panted.
“Yeah, while talking about Billy,” she blushed.
“Wear your gym clothes tomorrow. It’ll be so hot,” I smiled, cuddling into her.
“I can’t do that,” she gasped, but the glint in her eyes and the depth of her smile told me she’d like to.
“I dare you,” I teased, kissing her forehead. “Let him in, make him a coffee, talk to him for a bit, then go to the gym. It’s your day off, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Lucy blushed hard, squirming with nervous excitement at the thought of it. “But what if he takes it as an invitation to come onto me? I really don’t want that.”
“Well, the lioness will have to tame the trespassing lion, won’t she?” I smirked wryly, turned on again by the thought of my wife surrendering to our builder.
“Are you sure about this, Ryan?” she asked in a gentle but serious voice. “We could be playing with fire. Billy is a no nonsense guy.”
I met her gaze, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. “Only if you want to. I want you to do it, but you’re in charge here. You have to feel safe, comfortable, and confident. Don’t just do it for me.”
My beautiful wife nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I’ll need to sleep on it first.”
A couple of hours later, I was disturbed from my sleep by the sounds of Lucy panting quietly. I was facing the opposite way to her. When I realised what she was doing, I remained dead still, listening with another erection. I could hear and feel the intimacy of her masturbating until she came hard.
“Oh yes… yes… yes…” she whispered, shaking uncontrollably beside me, trying to catch her breath as she quivered in orgasm.
Then silence. Lucy rolled over with a deep sigh, falling straight to sleep, leaving me to ponder over what she was thinking about, what had caused her to masturbate while I slept. I absolutely loved that she’d done it.
The following morning, showered and dressed again, this time in a blue shirt, black trousers and black shoes, ready for work, I was making a pot of fresh coffee when Lucy entered the kitchen, wearing her black, skin tight yoga pants and a stacked, matching black sports bra, her hair in a high ponytail.
“Good morning,” she called out with a mischievous smile on her face.
“Good morning,” I replied, my heart instantly pounding in my chest. “I take it you’re going to the gym today, once Billy arrives,” I added nonchalantly, but I was in turmoil on the inside, a hormonal mess.
“Yeah,” she grinned knowingly.
Consumed by a mist of lust, I walked towards her and placed my hands on her curved hips, which were accentuated by the figure-hugging yoga pants. I glanced down in amazement at her deep valley of soft, inviting cleavage, her big tits held in place by the front zipper sports bra. I was speechless for a moment, and hornier than a sex pest.
“You’re going to give Billy a heart attack, when he sees you like this,” I chuckled nervously, meeting her gaze.
“That’s his problem,” she shrugged, draping her arms around my neck.
“And I’m going to be fighting one off myself, stuck in the office, wondering if my wife is getting fucked by our builder,” I said.
“He can look, but he can’t touch,” she smiled. “Besides, won’t that turn you on?”
“I don’t mind if he touches you… if you don’t mind, of course,” I hinted with a heart racing grin. “And yeah, I’d have blue balls, for sure.”
“And you think you could handle that?” My wife raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“Yes,” I lied, kissing her lips as I moved my hands up to the zipper. I had no idea what I could and couldn’t handle when it came to playing this game, but it was like a drug.
Lucy dropped her arms down by her sides, remaining still as I unzipped her sports bra and watched her big tits spill free, completely bare inside the kitchen. She jolted ever so slightly and sucked in a sharp breath. The anticipation was intoxicating.
“Do whatever feels right,” I whispered, cupping her breasts, my thumbs swirling around her taut nipples. “But I’d love to come home and have you tell me how Billy got to see and play with these beauties.”
Lucy stared deep into my eyes, appearing to be trying to figure me out. The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee, but it was also thick with lust, desire, and danger. I glanced downwards again, watching her soft flesh yielding to my grasping hands. I loved how heavy my wife’s breasts were, so big and round, with dark areolas and pink nipples.
“I won’t let him touch me, Ryan,” she said adamantly, but her voice revealed her arousal.
“Like I said, do whatever feels right.” I took a nipple into my mouth, moaning before sucking the other one. “God, you’re so beautiful and sexy,” I absently breathed the words, lost in my own risky fantasy.
“Ok, you’ve had your fun,” Lucy smiled, gently pushing me away and then zipping her generous twins inside the sports bra.
“No t-shirt today?” I teased her.
She always wore a t-shirt over her sports bra, conscious about the men around her at the gym. I have trained in the gym with her many times before, and enjoyed watching the guys watching my wife. A few made me laugh, adding weight to the bar whenever she was close by. I was praying for them to get hernias for immaturely showing off.
“Yeah, I’ll put it on before I leave for the gym,” she giggled. “You better go before you’re late for work. You know what the traffic is like.”
“Mmm, is my wife trying to get rid of me before Billy gets here?” I teased.
“Maybe,” she teased back. “I’ll tell you all about it when you get home tonight.”
I kissed Lucy goodbye, my body trembling. I then walked on jelly legs to my car, wondering how far she would really go with him. Things had moved so quickly since I came home the evening before. I drove to work feeling like I had taken a pin out of a hand grenade, my marriage, and passed it to my wife, giving her permission to let it explode.
It was undoubtedly the longest day of my life. I texted Lucy, but I only received short replies, giving nothing away while not confirming all was good in the hood either. It was torture, and all my own damn fault. Thinking about it at work had my stomach churning to the point I felt physically sick. But then I felt waves of adrenaline and arousal. I wanted something to happen, but did I really? Fuck, my head was messed up.
When I finally arrived home, Billy had already left and Lucy was on a works video call, upstairs in the home office, clothed in a long, pencil skirt and a long-sleeved blouse. Her hair was up in a bun, her chosen style for work. I quietly let her know I was home, then went downstairs, smelling the air and looking around for any signs or evidence of a tryst.
I found nothing and sighed, opening the fridge for a cold beer, waiting for Lucy to finish on her call. When she came downstairs, around ten minutes later, she looked worried. That worry then turned to fear and anxiety. With my heart in my mouth, I asked her what was wrong.
“Lucy?” I fretted when she didn’t answer.
“We need to sit down and talk,” she said.
As we sat together on the sofa, I couldn’t remember a time when Lucy was ever this tense and nervous. Not before our wedding day, not even during the time we almost broke up because she thought I was fooling around with a woman at my office, which I wasn’t.
“Is everything ok?” I asked, squeezing the glass of beer in my hand. I then noticed a red mark on the side of her neck, just above the collar of her blouse. “What’s that?” I pointed it out.
“That’s what I need to talk to you about,” she replied, her eyes downcast, sitting with her knees tight together, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “Something happened between Billy and me today.”
Oh fuck…