The story I'm telling with my wife...

[greenbuff]

*I have been writing a story to my wife via email, playing with fantasies we've both had/some developing situations in our life that are particularly hot. She encouraged me to consider posting it somewhere, so here goes...

Fictionally embellished real life, names changed to protect the not always innocent. Feedback is welcome.*

Chapter One

It was about two weeks after the lockdowns began to lift. Things were starting to return to some sense of surreal normalcy. As it became clear that the release was coming, we made lists of the things we wanted to do-- there were errands to run, food to eat, friends to see and parks to run around in.

The first Wednesday morning you got a message on Kik: "Want a drink?" You laughed it off at first, but I offered to put the boys to bed, you should enjoy yourself. You got home at 10:30 that night, a little flushed and glowing. I came quick masturbating to your story-- he was good, real good. Nothing crazy, but he loved your ass, left some marks, got you off in the parking lot of the bar and then again at his house. I asked if you'd do it again, "Oh fuck yes." you said, and I spurted on my stomach.

Ten days later we enjoyed a Saturday in the park with the boys. I noticed you were a bit distracted on your phone and asked what's up, "Oh, just Mark," you said, "I'll be right back." You run off to the bathroom and I turn my attention to Justin jumping off of the jungle gym. When I feel my phone vibrate I look down and there's a picture message from you-- "They're fading" you say underneath a picture of your ass with barely remaining marks. "Fuck..." I text back, "Have him over tonight?" "Maybe."

I try to keep attention for the rest of the afternoon as plans come into place, but you shower and start to dress when we get home. We have a quick dinner, start the night routine. When I come down the stairs i pause. There in the entryway, a red headed man is kissing you deeply. You don't notice me, but I notice so many details-- your arms around his neck, the way you look up, his hands squeezing your ass firmly through your dress. I try to stop running down the stairs, but can't avoid making the noise and you both turn to look up at me.

"Hi-" I pause Mark shakes my hand and introduces himself and I offer a drink. He starts to answer when you interrupt him. "We never got scotch, shit. Can you go get some hon?" I pause, see you bite your lip, "Um, sure.I'll be right back" "Great- we can watch the standup special I was telling you about when you get home."

Twenty minutes later I pull into the garage, grab the couple paper bags and walk in. I hear a last moan as I do, eager to turn the corner where I see him standing over you. You're sweaty and spent, your ass has big red handprints on it and I think I may see a shimmering white around your asshole. I clear my throat and you look up, blushing a bit. "I'll um, who wants scotch?" I say.

I take my time pouring the glasses, returning to you with your dress pulled back down. I hand you a glass, then another to Mark who's coming out of the bathroom. He's friendly-- thanks me, but then heads to the couch next to you. I go to grab my glass and come back to the two of you on the chaise, with me taking my spot on the other end. We chat for a while over our scotches, getting to know each other a bit better and I start to notice the scene around us-- there's a tube of lube on the end table, a silvery butt plug on the floor.

Eventually the conversation shifts to cuckolding. "I don't know how you do it," Mark says, " I just couldn't share the way you do." "I guess it's just...who I am," I laugh. He squeezes your ass under the blanket "I wouldn't share this ass with anyone, but I'm selfish, he grins and you lean into him giving him a kiss on the neck.

Eventually you put on the special. It's funny and I focus on it until I start to notice some motion out of the corner of my eye. Your head is under the blanket and he's holding your hair tight, forcing you down on him. I get the picture and mumble something about going to bed, tired from a day in the sun and head up, stopping to listen on the landing. I can't make out much, but after a few minutes hear "Yours, it's yours."

Twenty minutes later I hear the door close downstairs and then you coming up the stairs. I'm lying in the dark, fully awake. "That was fun," I say, alerting you to my being awake.

You walk over, confident in your just fucked state and grab my hand, pulling it down to you. You're soaked, but you keep pulling and I feel your just fucked ass, dripping. You let me eat your ass, a new taste that neither of us mentioned included, while I jack off. "It's his ass now," you say, and I cum all over my hand. I drift off to sleep happy, but wondering what exactly you meant by that...

[SamWarrens]

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