So, amongst all of the bluster, fantasy and bullshit, I have an actual story to tell. The story is about what happened last night more than anything, but there’s some background to make it relevant, first.
My wife and I have been married for five years. We dated for a few years before that, and when we first met, she was working at the same place as my ex-wife (then, my wife). She was married, I was married, but there was an undeniable attraction that we had to deal with, even though our respective marriages were circling the drain.
At any rate, a few years back, we were getting bored, I found this site, and the seed that germinated in my mind turned it into a ‘bucket list’ sort of thing. We talked nasty, the pillow talk was awesome. She’d fuck me wild, and when she wanted me to give her all i had left, she’d lean in and whisper ‘if you don’t cum, I’ll have to find someone who will.’
Time ravages us all. She gained a few pounds, but it was kind to her, changing her solid b-cups to full Ds, and plumping up her ass. Yeah, some settled around her stomach and cellulite sucks, but it’s worth it. I lost a fair bit of my stamina, and my hairline started migrating. We’re by no means an unattractive couple, to the point of some folks asking us if we wanted to do a porno back when we were freshly dating.
When we decided to try for a baby, it took some time. Sex was awesome for a long while, but eventually it became clinical. The sexiness fell out of the equation. She would tell me that ‘we needed to fuck’ as though she was talking about the weather, and that was that. Sure, she’s a bit older than me, so the sound of that biological clock had to be deafening her at that point, but it didn’t make it better.
The pillow talk became a crutch. She used it as her nuclear option when trying to get me off, knowing what it did to me. She insisted that it wasn’t doing that much to her, and I wasn’t going to press. She had and has a few hangups about sex. The fantasy was helping out in it’s own way, I suppose, and I didn’t want to ruin a good thing.
And then, it was one of my best friend’s birthdays. He was in a shit relationship, and he couldn’t figure out how to get out. So, I decided to set something up. It was his thirtieth b-day, so it needed to be memorable. I got several friends together and we set something up at the casino about an hour or so away. There were a few friends from work, this buddy of mine, and my wife, who always acted more like one of the boys anyway. I bought a trunkfull of booze and made everyone put their cell phones in a lockbox in my car, so that they wouldn’t be hounded by their respective women via text.
Now, I know what you’re all thinking. This randy story ends in my smoking hot wife getting pounded by all the buddies. That would be the porn version of this, and while hot, that’s not what I’m doing here. So back to reality…
One of the work buddies has a gambling problem. I make decent enough money where i am, but this guy’s wife is a doctor, so his money from work is all for recreational use. He spends a lot of time and money at the casino, so he had accrued enough points to get a pretty nice suite comped for us. There were a couple other rooms, and while the suite was to be party central, only my wife (we’ll call her Patty) and I were going to sleep there, with the birthday boy (let’s call him Jim) crashing the couch.
I suppose here is a good time to describe ourselves. I’m not getting into specifics, because this is for real, but I’ll try to paint the picture for you anyway. My wife has long hair. Seriously long hair, dark and full, to her ass. She’s taller than most of the girls I’ve had, and while she’s not the skinny little thing i first dated, she’s gained most of the weight in advantageous places. Solid, firm Ds, maybe double ds, but i’m not sure. She’s pissed that she’s more than a C, anyway. Her ass is big and round, heartshaped when she bends over, and she has these bright greenish blue eyes. She had decided to wear something rather feminine to this shindig, blue and green and low-cut, with black jeans on underneath. It was hard not to get lost int hat cleavage. Me, I’m a big dude. 6′-1″, 250 pounds, most of it being muscle, even as my cardio has been falling to shit. My eyes and hair are both super dark. Jim is about the same size as I am, but he’s packed a bit more around the midsection, but with blue eyes and very closely cut hair.
After we all started drinking pretty heavily, most of the guys decided to hit the actual casino and burn some money. That’s never been my thing, but hey. That left Jim, Patty and I to stick up in the suite and drink. We had plans to hit the strip club in a few hours, but between here and there, there was nothing really on the agenda.
Patty and Jim hit the handle of rum pretty hard, mixing it up with redbull, an occasional coke as well. I was in vodka territory. We sat around and bullshitted, drinking and waiting for the time to go to the strip club. When Jim got up to use the toilet, I asked her how she was doing. Her response was ‘I like his eyes.’
That meant something to me. She would gloss over a dude with rock-hard abs and a chiseled jaw if she didn’t like his eyes. So I filed that away, nodding at her, figuring it would just add to the pillow talk later.
We all piled into the car and went to the strip club, there being too few seats and patty having to sit on somebody’s lap, since I was the one driving. At the strip club, nothing really appealed to me. The guys all tossed singles around and drank jaeger, while I hung back and sipped a soda. I bought Jim a lapdance, as it was his birthday and all, and Patty was paying attention to one of the girls. She had confided in me before that she was always a bit curious about girls in the past, even doing the typical ‘wasted at a party frenching another woman’ thing. I was supportive, even though I know damned well that it wasn’t going anywhere. She is so skittish about her own juices that she makes me go rinse off my cock after it’s been inside her before she will put it back in her mouth. Back on topic, I hand her some cash and she goes and gets a lapdance from one of the girls. She seemed to enjoy it, came back a bit flushed. Jim tells the stripper it’s his turn, and I decided to be bold and gave the girl the money for the both of them to go get a dance. They both go off, and Patty tells me when they come back that the stripper ended up motorboating her, in front of Jim, the image I am sure stuck with him.
At this point, it was getting kinda late, so we head back to the hotel, had a few more drinks and the party started falling apart. Most of the dudes were more interested in burning money at the casino than drinking and hanging out in the suite. That left the three of us and the liquor. Jim talking about the shitshow of a relationship he was in and how much he’d rather have something like what Patty and I have. We talked about how we had been trying for a baby for some time, and it didn’t seem to be happening.
As Jim hit the toilet, Patty asked me if I was serious about the whole ‘sex with other guys’ kink, and I told her that it was very sexy in my mind, but that I didn’t want to make her feel forced into anything. She is my wife, not my whore. She then asked about Jim. I smiled and said ‘It is his birthday after all…’ She then said that she would have a little chat with him about it.
The can in this suite was enormous. It had a hot tub and one of those showers that hit you from just about every angle. It was half the size of my first apartment. As he opened the door to come out, she walked over and started talking with him pretty closely. I excused myself to the hallway momentarily, giving her the time she needed…and realistically, giving myself a chance to calm down and hide a little embarrassment, I suppose.
After I came back, we had a few more drinks. She turned the lights down to dim and we continued to shoot the shit. The sexual tension was pretty palpable. After a while and more drinks, we found ourselves staring at her cleavage and she was enjoying the attention. No doubt a bit drunk herself, she said that ‘everyone is staring, but no one is playing, and pulled a tit out.
My cock nearly ripped through my jeans as I saw that, my hand going out and caressing the soft and smooth flesh. She slowly turned from me and went to Jim, saying something about how it was his turn.
After Jim got a few handfuls and a mouthful, Patty started moaning pretty nicely. Jim decided that he had primed the pump for me and moved himself to the couch, telling us to have fun. Patty attacked me, pushing me to the king-sized bed and pushing me down, kissing my neck.
My mind was still focused, despite the vodka and the hard-on. I whispered to her that she should go and play a little with Jim. she pulled herself off of me, gave me a mischievous grin and leaned over the couch back to dangle her tits in his face. Her ass was wriggling at me, and I could barely handle it any longer, so i went up and started to undo her pants, dragging the jeans and her panties toward the floor, taking note of the exceptional wetness between her thighs.
After a moment, she straightened up and said ‘He doesn’t have a condom’. I swore mentally, wishing that I had known enough to have had some. Realistically, there was no way I would have possibly known, but still. I thought quickly and bent her back over, saying ‘You don’t need a condom for a blow job.’ She laughed softly, as she was bent over, her hands working Jim’s belt and pants, getting him out to play with.
After some fingering, I decided to slide myself in, finding her box hotter and wetter than it had been in years. It normally takes me an hour or so (something she calls a curse, because it takes her nowhere near as long, and her sense of duty makes her want to go the distance), but as i watched her head bob up and down and heard the slurping noises, they pushed me over the edge. I spilled out in her, but kept going, not wanting to finish before Jim. She moaned into his cock as I plowed her, my cum pouring out and down our legs. She’d later tell me that she thought it was all her. He never did get to finish, as the booze had already set in, and we were all getting tired as hell.
A few weeks later, we had him over to our house, and I gave them about half an hour alone to play. I heard her moans from upstairs, so i knew she was enjoying herself. After a while I came down and found her straddling him, her skirt pulled up and rubbing her bald pussy with his half-hard cock. Apparently, he was having a hard time with the rubber, so she pulled it off while she tried to get him hard again. She rubbed his cock across her lips as his mouth alternated between her tits. It was extremely horny. She then got up off of him, stood him up and sat me down, pulling out my dick and slamming it inside of her as she leaned forward to suck on his dick. Yet somehow, we ended up not getting done. He thanked her and after a few awkward moments and a drink, he went home.
She fucked the hell out of me that night, but the next day, among hangovers, she told me that she was upset that she hadn’t been able to get him off twice now. I told her that it was no big deal and reminded her about when we first started having sex and how I was so much more interested in getting her off than myself. She still didn’t like it, but she took it as a reason. She ended up dialing it back, not being half as flirty when he came over after that, and things started to go back to normal. She even complained that she wanted a different fantasy for pillow talk, as she was getting tired of the old one.
She did get pregnant, and our sex life dried the hell up when that happened. the first few months, we kept going. Our average sex life was two-three times a week in normal times. When we were trying for the baby, it ramped up and down based on the charts and such she was keeping. Once she began to show seriously, it fell back to once every other week or so. Still, she was having our baby, and even though our sex life was turning to shit, we were still very much in love. I knew it was self-confidence issues. She hated how it made her look, and the chemistry was doing strange things to her than made her very self-conscious.
It didn’t get better after the baby came. I’ll be brutally honest and say that I was kinda hoping for a vaginal birth. I had hoped that it would move some of the architecture around in there and make it more pleasurable for her. She never didn’t get off with me, but I wanted her to have mind blowing orgasms like when we first started, when she was less…i don’t know, less used to it. There’s probably an analogy about eating steak all the time that’s appropriate here. Anyway, the baby was too big for vaginal birth, so they had to due a cesarean after twenty some hours of labor.
The baby is about a year and a half old now, and I managed to make it so she could stay at home from here on out, which was always her dream job. Our sex life continued to get worse, and for a while there, it was down to once a month or so. It came to a head. I work in a pretty stressful job, and that manner of stress relief was closed to me. I found myself looking at this site more and more, and the frustration was irking me. I guess I’m not a traditional cuck, because I’m not into it for that portion of it. So we had a big drag-down fight. One that ended with her promise to make an effort to put out more and me promising to help with the baby more.
A few weeks later, we discussed having another baby. The one we have is super cute, and even though he’s only a year an a half and doesn’t talk really, he knows his alphabet, colors, and shapes. He uses sign language to answer our questions, something Patty taught him so he could tell us what was wrong or what he wanted. Super smart kid, and cute enough that people comment whenever we have him out. She’s getting older, and that clock was ticking again… if we were going to have another, we had to move now. The deal we made was that she was coming off the pill, this time for good. If we hadn’t gotten pregnant in two years, I’d get a vasectomy. If we did, she’d get her tubes tied when the baby came out.
The months since that discussion has seen our sex life improve pretty dramatically. Once a month faded away, and we were back to twice, three times a week. I’m pretty sure that the pill was no small part of it. She even started sending me cleavage pictures on my phone again, and the pillow talk returned, although in small doses.
About a week ago, Jim came over with his new girlfriend, and Patty was wearing a sexy little low-cut top again. As Jim’s girl and I were playing pool, Patty caught Jim upstairs and he groped on her a bit, which got her motor running pretty hard. After they left, she used that to get the both of us going fiercely, saying things like “I might have to call him up, if you don’t give me what I want right now.” and “If you don’t cum inside me, I’ll call someone who will.”
This was a bit of a departure, even for our pillow talk. It turned me the hell on, to be sure, but it was a departure from even our pre-baby years. She would talk about blowing him, her getting fingered or ate out by him, but she had been pretty set against actually taking another man’s dick after the two ..we’ll call it ‘failures to eject’.
So yesterday was her birthday, and it was a milestone one. I spoiled her all day with gifts, and Jim was supposed to be by that evening without his girl. She had made some flirty comments to me about it, and I went along with it, figuring that it was foreplay on a longer scale, that I would reap the benefits of later that night.
The baby went to bed, and Jim came over a bit later. Patty had made some snacks and got into a long summery dress with ample cleavage. The three of us proceeded to get pretty lit, and it wasn’t long before Patty had become the obvious center of attention.
I had kissed her deeply for a bit as Jim went to the restroom, and she was plainly into things. As we sat, I rested my hand on her thigh, sliding my hand under her long skirt, slowly working my way up to gently rub her clit feeling how wet she was. Jim came back from the restroom, and saw us, and she let out a little moan, and he stepped over in a hurry, his hands feeling her nipples get harder before he pulled one out for his mouth. I went in deeper, encouraged by her moans from getting attacked on both fronts, pulling her panties aside and giving it a little attention. She moaned for a bit before pushing me back a bit, saying how she had to use the toilet. I excused myself to the upstairs restroom at the same time. When i came back, she was in the same spot on the couch, and we continued watching a show that none of us were really watching. I rested my hand on her thigh again, and she pulled it up to her pussy, where i found a lack of panties. The look on my face must have been something, because Jim even said “I told you he wouldn’t know.” which meant, to me anyway, that he had something to do with them being gone.
After I dove in with my mouth, and she let out a few good moans, she said it was probably more comfortable on the bed. We have a guest bedroom near the rec room. It’s on another side of the house from where the baby sleeps, and lately, it’s been the room where most of our sex happens, so that it wouldn’t wake the little guy up. We went in there, she lit a few candles and laid back on the bed, pointing at Jim. “I want to see how you are.”
She was quite appreciative of his talents, and I kissed her mouth, her neck, her tits as he did his work. She let out quite a few good screams before she decided that she needed more to drink, so we headed back to the bar area.
After a few gulps of her new drink she started to walk back to the bedroom, saying “It’s my birthday, somebody better come fuck me.”
I was stunned. I was already sporting a rock hard erection, and to hear my wife say those words when i didn’t expect it damn near threw me over the edge. Jim was not nearly as paralyzed, and stepped up to the challenge. I waited in the hall, nursing my drink as I ‘gave them a few minutes, watching her lay him down on the bed and suck his cock to a ready state, then slide a condom on. Thank heavens he had thought to bring some, since her and I have never used any. After she rolled it down his cock, she swung her leg over top of him and took it deep into her pussy, moaning loudly as she started to bounce up and down on it. She leaned forward, her tits swinging into his face as she talked to him, saying things like “You just like to watch my tits bounce” and “Fuck my tight little pussy.”
I could not believe it was actually happening. I tried to get video of it on my cell phone, but with the room being so dark, nothing got filmed, and the music was so loud it covered what they were doing. She was riding him pretty fast now, and he had pulled her skirt up over her hips and was thrusting hard enough that she was yelping in pleasure. After a bit of that, she got up, opened the door wider so i could see. He turned her over, laying her on her back and getting on top for a bit, making her moans grow louder and more frantic until she climaxed. He backed up off of her and said “you tagging in?”
She practically threw me down on the bed and got on top before i knew what was happening. Her pussy glided down my cock and the heat and wetness of it was intense as hell. It didn’t take all that long, especially with the horny talk flowing from her mouth into my ear in between moans.
The party was essentially on the downswing from there. He had only brought one condom, so after the shift swap, he was done, despite not having finished. I was worried that Patty would take it as a slight again, but so far, nothing has been said.
This morning, she asked me to