(This is a work of fiction. But it could have happened....)
I first offered the opportunity for my wife Lucy to be my Vixen over 2 years ago. As with so many wives, she was shocked, embarrassed, worried, puzzled, confused, angry, and adamant that she was not interested in fucking other men, and she thought my real agenda was to fuck other women. As a result, I didn't bring it up again, but I managed to slip some hotwife and Stag-and-Vixen porn videos into our semi-regular porn nights. I also "accidentally" left Hotwife and Vixen memes and stories up on my screen when I "forgot" to shut down my screen. I even let her catch me masturbating to a hotwife video clip starring Ava Dalush. She asked what had me so hot and bothered, so I showed her. "It is pretty hot," she admitted, but went on about her business without saying more.
Then, 4 months ago, I surprised her, coming in early through the backyard, and quietly going to the bedroom. I could hear her moaning and the slap of wet flesh. I peeked around the door and she was furiously rubbing her pussy with her left hand and tweaking her left nipple with her right hand. In only a few seconds, she came hard, and laid there, idly rubbing her pussy, smiling and looking all dreamy-eyed.
I stepped into the room, and she started, but laid back and smiled wryly, "Busted," she said.
"I should say so! What got you so horny?" I asked.
She turned her IPad around and showed me the video: the same Ava Dalush video I had been "caught" jacking off to months before. "It is damn hot, isn't it? Are you through, or do you need more time--or some help?" I responded.
"Now that you mention it, I could use a little more 'me' time--if you don't mind," she told me, then, "I can take care of it myself, but thank you... if you don't mind."
"Not at all, honey. Take your time and enjoy." I replied.
She began as I undressed and put on casual clothes. I could tell she was now watching a superhot hotwife threesome starring Kassidy Klein that I had seen. Lucy began to give me pointed looks to hasten my departure, and I delayed only enough to tease her.
I stood in the hall, listening as she worked herself into a sexual frenzy. She was very vocal, and very turned on. she must have been edging herself, but when she finally let herself go over the edge, she came vociferously. 'Well,' I thought, 'she's probably sated for awhile.' I hurried down the hall so she wouldn't catch me eavesdropping.
Forty-five minutes later, I went to check on her, and she was under the covers, sleeping like a baby. I ordered a pizza, ate supper, did a few chores, and settled down with my laptop to checkout some Vixen porn. Over time, I had discovered that the Stag-and-Vixen lifestyle interested me intensely, and the Hotwife lifestyle not quite so much, and the cuckold lifestyle not at all.
About 3 a.m., Lucy woke me up, still sitting in front of my laptop, then checked the screen, chuckled, and said, "You, too, huh?" On the screen was Lena Paul getting a mighty fine fucking as her husband watched and waited his turn.
"Yeah, me, too. It just makes me so incredibly horny." I confessed.
"Those bouncing big tits and that huge cock in her pussy is lava--especially with her husband watching." Lucy agreed. "Why don't you go to bed. I'm going to eat something, then I'm headed to bed, too," she said, then, after a protracted pause: "We ought to do it."
"Do it? Fuck? I'm game," I replied.
"That, too," she came right back, then, "I meant that," gesturing at my screen, "I think we should do that."
You could have pushed me over with a feather. "You mean try the Vixen lifestyle?"
"I'm not sure what they call it, but--I'm addlepated and you're nearly asleep again. Let's talk about it tomorrow," she suggested.
"OK, we'll talk (huge yawn) tomorrow. G'night, baby," I managed, then trudged off to bed.
The next day was a warm Saturday morning, so we went and sat by the pool. We began to talk obtusely and vaguely about entering the Stag-and-Vixen lifestyle. The conversation became a little more specific about acceptable scenarios, acts, and partners, and so on. Of course, we were very turned on after all that sex talk and fantasizing, so went inside and fucked all afternoon.
Over the next 5 weeks, we had similar pool sessions, but even though we had a lot of the strategies and logistics worked out, we kept hanging up on the basic question of how we would identify and choose our third and the best way of approaching and asking them to join us. We discussed men we knew vs. strangers we might meet vs. online hookups. We discussed using our home vs. out-of-town hotels. We finally agreed not to use people we knew, but thought our own house might be safer for us. For men we didn't know, we agreed that no names would be best. Of course, they could figure our names out if we used our house, but we decided home would work best for us.
"I don't think I could approach a stranger and just ask him to fuck my wife," I said.
"I don't think I could apprach a stranger and say, hey, you wanna fuck me with my husband," Lucy responded.
So we were at an impasse. Our busy separate schedules kept us from being able to wrap up our planning.
About 3 weeks later, we went out on the town to celebrate the completion of a major product I had been supervising. We drank a bottle of wine and went home to continue the celebration.
Once inside the doorway, we barely made it past the foyer when Lucy turned and jumped me. I quickly unzipped the back of her dress, and it fell away, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. She kept her heels on: very hot.
She quickly undressed me, then kissed me, then kissed her way down to my belly. Then she went down to her knees and pulled me down, then pushed me onto my back. I worked a couple of couch pillows under my head as she started sucking me, and man, did that feel great! Her ass up in the air as she sucked me was very erotic. As I had often envisioned, I fantasized another man behind her, fucking her brains out. Her oral skills felt so wonderful that I closed my eyes and just loved it.
Suddely I felt her start a little. I opened my eyes, and she was looking at me with her eyebrows raised. Then, she closed her eyes and moaned. In the dim light, I could make out a man's head barely showing over her elevated ass, and his two big hands on her plush buttocks and the scintillating shape of her wide hips, spread even wider in that posture.
I thought to myself, 'She did it! She found a lover, and he's eating her pussy--and apparently doing a damned fine job of it if her facial expressions, wiggling hips, and moans are any indication!' As she looked at me out of the tops of her eyes, mouth down on my cock, I smiled and winked. She winked back and wiggled her hips even more, rubbing her pussy all over his face--and sucking me like there was no tomorrow.
I started cumming in her mouth, and she kept sucking a few moments, then she pulled her head back and started whimpering and moaning as she came.
I just lay there enjoying it and the view, my cock still dripping, and watched as she was finishing that orgasm, and as her lover stood, completely naked, and buried his big, hard cock in her sopping and still spasming pussy. She gasped, then started slamming her ass back onto him and jacking me off. The hard wet slap of the impact as her fine ass slammed into his belly, his swollen cock deep inside her pussy was intense. My cock was recovering quickly as he fucked her like a pro.
Lucy was wildly jacking me, throwing her ass back at him furiously while he just kept pile-driving her. The only light came from a nightlight in the foyer, casting a doft, dreamy ambiance on us all.
Then she started cumming. It seemed to last 10 minutes, during which time, Lucy stopped jacking me off, caught up in the banging she was experiencing. I took over on my cock. Just as her orgasms subsided, I came again a little.
At that point, we disengaged, had a good laugh and her lover and I high-fived. Lucy directed him to the adjacent powder room, then went to our bathroom to pee and clean up. I went to the spare bathroom. I smiled at myself in the mirror, thinking how great that had been--for all of us. I stayed there awhile, just replaying the hot scene in my mind.
When I finished, I went to the kitchen for a snack. Lucy was on her knees with his recovering cock in her mouth, one hand jacking his shaft, and the other pulling, twisting, and squeezing his balls. I fixed myself a snack and watched her hungrily sucking him. it was a slow blowjob as she teased him and savored him. His eyes were closed, but his hands guided her head, sometimes moaning how great it felt.
My cock was begining to recover nicely, and I hadn't had any of her pussy, so I was wanting some--badly. I said as much, and Lucy had him sit on a barstool, his cock sticking straight up, and she moved into position so she could suck him and give him the great pleasure of titfucking her DD tits. She had me slide an ottoman over for her to kneel on, and presented her pussy to me in doggie position. It was evident that she had been thoroughly fucked, and my cock must have loved the view because he sprang into maximum length and fullness. As Lucy made wet, sloppy "nom nom" sounds on his cock, I stepped up and drove myself full length into that glorious wet pussy. She groaned in a way that told me she loved it. With the edge worked off before, I could settle into a hard pace and maintain it, so I fucked her as long as I could, but as her new friend finished all over her tits, she began working that lovely ass in circles and squeezing her pussy around my cock. I would defy any man who believes he could withstand tat without cumming instantly. I know for certain I couldn't!
As we were finishing our wonderful fuck, Lucy's new friend disengaged and headed to the powder room. I got a wet rag and a dry towel and helped her clean up her face and tits. We hugged and laughed and agreed we had really, really loved our session. We fixed 3 glasses of wine and headed into the living room, carrying one for our new friend. He wasn't there. I checked the guest bathroom and Lucy checked the master bedroom and bathroom. We looked all over the house, but he wasn't there; he wasn't anywhere. We double checked the whole house, but he had disappeared.
I locked all the doors and windows, then went to the bedroom, where Lucy said, "Looks like your friend jumped ship" at the same time I was saying, "Sorry that your friend ran out; the night's young!" Then, we both said simultaneously, "But I thought...."
Then I said, "I thought you had found a lover and wanted to surprise me."
Lucy said, "And I thought that you had arranged for him to surprise me."
I asked the obvious question: "Who was that man?"
Lucy replied, "I don't have any idea... but we need to find him; he's got some unfinished business with my body!"
"Well, he made a good start. and, hey, who said we were finished!" I responded.
"Rawrrr!" came her reply.
(P.S.: We did find him weeks later, but that's another story for another day.)
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