A Wife's Decent Ch. 01

Chris had been working in his office when his wife, Emily, texted to say she was popping out to the shop quickly and that Michelle was coming round and would let herself in. Michelle was Emily's unmarried friend. You know, the one. The one who parties a bit too much and dresses far too skimpy for a woman in her early forties. As for her letting herself into their house, it was just easier. She was back and forth with Emily all the time and someone they trusted 100%.

Chris found Michelle sitting on the couch in the living room, grinning like a fox in the hen house. His laptop was open on her lap, nothing unusual, she operated in their house like was hers, had done for years.

She titled the screen slightly so that Chris could see it. A folder was open on the screen. That folder.

Chris wanted to run across the room, snatch the laptop, lock the folder and laugh that she was seeing things. He'd left the folder unlocked. No chance. But obviously yes.

"I was waiting for Emily to get home. And I happened across something rather interesting," she said, brushing her long dark hair back over her shoulder. She was the kind of woman that always liked to have some part of herself on display. Usually, her tits. Chris would have been staring, if he wasn't fixated on the folder she was scrolling through on the laptop.

It contained dozens of cuckold and BBC porn videos and even more importantly a few half-finished stories that contained filthy and specific fantasies about Chris' wife Emily.

Chris' heart felt like it was pounding in his throat. "... Are you gonna tell Emily? About the folder?" he asked.

Michelle thought for a second. "Mmm... no. At least, not yet."

Chris felt a wave of relief.

But, she continued, "That is, if you agree to have a little chat with me about what I have found here." She patted the couch beside her.

Chris swallowed very slowly. He crossed the room and eased himself down onto the couch.

"I noticed that these videos have a theme," Michelle said with a smile.

Chris nodded. He knew every video in the folder was of someone's housewife moaning as her pussy was stretched by a thick black cock.

Michelle opened one of the videos titled "Blond Slutwife BBC Creampie Gangbang". A curvy blonde in her mid forties sat on a couch looking at the camera. She started to answer questions about herself, her experience, and her husband.

Chris' felt short of breath. He had seen the video many times and knew they only had about three minutes until five massive black cocks appeared around her. He looked over at Michelle, who was grinning again.

"So you love videos of white wives taking thick black cock?" she asked.

He nodded, weakly. "Yes."

"Hmmm...' Michelle said, "that's a good start."

The word start hung in Chris's mind as Michelle turned her attention back to the video. Five naked,hung black guys entered the frame. The woman giggled as she touched each of them. The men started to undress her as she wrapped her lips around a huge cock.

Chris and Michelle watched quietly as the guys squeezed her big, heavy tits, as she took a turn sucking each big black cock. Chris' cock throbbed nervously, but refused to get all the way hard.

"You want Emily to take a big black cock?" Michelle asked.

Chris wiped his palms over his pants.

"C'mon," she said. "I know you do. Imagine that guy was grabbing Emily's huge tits."

Chris sucked in slow breaths, trying not to let his imagination run too wild. But his cock was stiffening.

"Imagine him pushing that fat cock into your wife's mouth," she said.

Chris let out a heavy sigh. He tried to shift his position to hide his growing erection, but it was too late, Michelle had spotted it.

"I fucking knew it!" she said with a laugh.

"Yes, okay," Chris, said finally.

"Okay, what?" she asked, with a little smirk.

"Okay, I want to see my wife with a thick black cock." Chris slumped back against the couch a little.

"Of course you do. I should've guessed that so long ago." One of the bulls on screen began to slide into her pussy and she let out a moan.

Michelle turned to him. "But the real question..."

Chris slowly turned to look at Michelle, his heart pounding.

She reached down and fast-forwarded to the end. A close-up on a massive black cock pounding her hard. Cum was squeezing out around the edges of his thick cock. "Do you really want them to breed her? To put a black baby in her?"

Chris felt frozen, wondering how she'd made the short leap "Did you... Did you read the stories?"

Michelle nodded. "I looked through them. Enough to know how filthy you are." she smirked at him.

They sat there in silence for a moment, except for the sounds of slapping and the moans of orgasm coming from the laptop.

Michelle's big breasts rose and fell as she watched. "You want Emily to get knocked up by some hung black stud, don't you?"

Chris couldn't take his eyes off the screen. "I... I don't know..."

Michelle rubbed his thigh and it sent a shiver through his body. "That's okay. We can come back to that."

The big black balls throbbed again and again as the bull groaned, emptying another big load deep inside her.

"I bet you don't watch any porn besides wives getting used by big black cock? C'mon you can tell me."

"No," he admitted.

Michelle turned on a different video. She skipped forward to the middle. A thin redhead moaned in ecstasy, gripping her husband's hand, as a thick black cock slowly stretched her little pussy.

"It is pretty sexy imagining your proper wife like that, isn't it? Begging some hung black stud to resize her pussy." Michelle's tongue flicked over her lip.

Chris sucked in a big breath, the tent in his pants twitching wildly. "Yes..."

"Would you really go through with it if you had the chance? Tell me you would."

He felt a little dizzy. "I would. I mean, I think I would."

Michelle smiled and she reached out and touched his arm. "You know I could talk to her. She listens to me."

Chris' heart was beating out of control. He could barely believe the events that were unfolding. "There is no way it would work. She'd never go for it."

Michelle shrugged. "It might work. If you trust me. She's not as pure as you think."

On the laptop, the little redhead shrieked with orgasm. Her legs were locked tight around him, her whole body convulsing as he fucked her.

"Plus, every woman is powerless when faced with cock like that." She chuckled.

His cock twitched even more.

"Do you want your wife to dress and act sluttier?" Michelle asked.

Chris nodded eagerly.

"How slutty are we talking? I know you think I'm a bit slutty." a big smirk and a deliberate look down her own body at her 4 inches of cleavage, part of her lacy bra was showing, and her skirt showed a lot of thigh, as usual. Michelle has always happy for people to look at her body, Emily was quite the opposite. Both were busty, hippy ladies, both worked hard at the gym to keep their bodies from wobbling too much. That wasn't to say they were athletes, but with the right clothes on they garnered serious attention.

"I... I don't..." Chris replies, clearly embarrassed to talk about this topic.

"Do you want people to stare at her?"

"Yes." Chris bowed his head and that brought a smile out of Michelle.

"Do you want people to talk about her and lust for her?"

"Gawd yes. She's a sexy thing, she just doesn't know it." Their eyes met.

"I know you love big boobs, don't you?" she asked, giving her boobs a jiggle. "It's about time she lets others enjoy those huge udders hanging on her chest." There was a hint of venom in her voice. Chris knew about the disproportionate relationship both women had about their breasts. Michelle had a very big pair that she always squashed into too small a bra and they were always on display. Emily had an even bigger pair that she did everything to hide and play down.

There was something about Emily not sharing her assets that made Michelle actually cross, this was exciting to her. Get that prude active. "Do you want me to help her become a dirty slut, like me? Or maybe, a lot worse? What are the limits to your dirty fantasies?" Her chest rose and fell as she talked.

Chris smiles for the first time and he whispers "You choose, no limits really," almost panting.

"You dirty, perverted man. Do you want her to take big black cock?"

He nodded again.

"Do you think you can trust me?" she asked, looking him directly in the eye. Michelle was possibly more excited at this point than Chris. She was starting to picture Emily, her friend, his wife doing all sorts. She didn't know the extent of Chris's perversions, but she had her own that no on knew about. She'd wanked herself off more than once after seeing Emily's body during spa days.

His head swam, but he nodded.

"Good," she said with a smirk. She closed the video. "To start with, I am going to email myself these stories."

Michelle checked her watch, "She's due back any moment, go get Emily's sexiest bra and knickers set, stockings garter etc. The ones she'll only wear in the bedroom for you." she winked at Chris "hurry".

He quickly got up, bent slightly, trying to hide the obvious tent in his pants. He scurried off up the stairs to carry out his task.

"And get one of Claire's mini-skirts," she called up the stairs to him. Claire is Chris and Emily's 17 year old daughter. Currently going through a goth phase or sorts, always in black and never really. Michelle knew that she had great legs as she had seen them a few times under those mini-skirts that she nearly always wore. She wasn't sure about the rest of her body and baggy clothes were her style and Emily wouldn't be drawn on that topic, yet.

He returned quickly with a small collection of clothes in his hand, holding them over the tent again, trying as he might to maintain some dignity.

Michelle had her hand up her skirt. She was watching a husband eagerly lick a big creampie out of his wife's pussy. His busty wife lovingly licked her bull's big black cock clean.

"Stand there in front of me." Michelle took the bundle and had a quick look through what he'd brought down. Black thigh-highs, a lacy red bra and knickers set. Emily had only worn them a few times, complaining they made her feel like a whore, even though she always seemed to really enjoy having sex in them. And their teenage daughter's mini-skirt, much too small for Emily.

"You have no idea what's going through my head." she quickly chuckled, while stuffing the clothes into her oversized handbag.

Chris' eyes drifted down to the laptop and the tent in his pants twitched.

They heard a car door and Chris jumped. Michelle just smiled an evil smile, staring straight at his bulge. "If I asked you, would you wear some sexy knickers, Chris?"

There was a little twitch in his pants. A quick parting of her legs and he saw a very clear flash of her knickers. "I may have you wear mine one day. I bet you'd like that."

His erection gave a big twitch. She chuckled.

There was the sound of footsteps coming up the drive.

Michelle switched off the laptop, then turned back to him. "Would you like to fuck me one day?"

His pants didn't twitch this time. She raised an eyebrow. "Good boy, I think I understand you. I bet you'd love it if Emily walked in here knowing her womb and knickers were full of someone else cum." Chris gave a loud groan and his cock twitched and leaked precum.

The door swung open and Chris sat down rapidly to try and hide a nice-sized erection. "Hey, honey!" he said.

"Hey..." Emily said, looking them both over through her glasses. She had her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, glasses, her usual long jumper stretched over her enormous rack and her legs encased in black leggings. Simple but expensive diamonds in her ears, elegant, smart, a few miles away from sexy. Try as she might, she couldn't completely hide the crazy hourglass shape, all boobs and hips. It was obvious what was hidden under there.

Michelle smiled. After a long pause, she said "So Emily, what would you say to coming out to the club with me this weekend?"

Emily sucked in a breath, looking between the two of them "Really? Hah my clubbing days are well over."

"C'mon," Michelle said. "We haven't been in ages. And we never got to do anything for my birthday last month."

"Yeah, I know, but to a club. We're not in our 20s, and besides I don't really have anything to wear..." That pissed Michelle off, Emily often referred to them as old. Like they were dried up old grannies, she thought that Michelle's sexual antics were plane wrong. Michelle was happy to hear the clothes comment and latched on.

"Easy," Michelle said. "Instead of getting a drink tonight, we can go shopping. I'm sure Chris won't mind you going out to the club with me this weekend." She turned and looked at him. "Right?"

"Right!" Chris said.

"Okay, I guess," Emily said with a shrug, relenting as Emily dragged her off toward the car.

Chris finally slouched into the chair and let out a sigh as he heard the car pull away. Then he felt his phone vibrate.

It was a text message from Michelle. 'I want you to turn that porn back on. Stroke and edge the whole time we're gone, but don't lose it.'

Chris grabbed the laptop and hurried upstairs.

...

"What about this one?" Michelle asked, pulling a flowy black dress off the rack.

"That is awfully short," Emily said.

"Well, you're not wearing it to church," Michelle said with a laugh.

"I know, but still."

"Just try it on, it will look great on you, I promise." Michelle pushed the dress into her hands and Emily went into the changing booth.

Emily took her time, complaining through the door the whole time.

"Oh, just come on out already," Michelle said, finally.

"Okay..." Emily said, opening the door.

"Wow!" Michelle said.

She wasn't lying, it looked good on her. The neckline wasn't even as low-cut as the blouse that Michelle was wearing, but that was still quite risqué for Emily. It wasn't the epitome of a little black dress as it wasn't tight around the thighs, it was a loose flowy dress. There was a lot more skin showing than Emily would ever usually show as it stopped mid-thigh and her upper chest was clear, showing a good 3 inches of bouncy cleavage.

"I don't know," Emily said, looking herself over in the mirror. "I think it is way too much."

"Are you crazy?" Michelle asked. "Don't believe me?" Michelle snapped a picture with her phone.

"No! What are you doing?" Emily said, gasping.

"Just getting a second opinion."

"What?!"

"Calm down, I just sent it to Chris," Michelle said. "Look, he already wrote back. He says he loves it. With six exclamation points!"

Emily blushed. "Of course he would say that! Look how much it shows."

"It's a dress for the club! You have to get it! It looks so good on you."

"I don't know," Emily said again.

"Tell you what. Get the dress and wear it home. See what Chris' reaction is. Then tell me it doesn't look great on you."

"Wear it out of here? Through the parking lot?" Emily asked.

"What? You'll have your coat over it."

"Fine. Okay," Emily said.

Michelle was very happy at this progress, it was still positively pedestrian compared to her upcoming plans. A sly grin crept across Michelle's face as she pictured the very near future.

...

Chris slowly stroked his cock as he watched a curvy brunette wife getting pounded with a thick black cock. She moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive dick.

"Fuck it is so big... " she whimpered. "So fucking big. So much bigger than my husband."

The big black bull groaned as he pushed deep into her again.

Chris panted and his cock twitched, leaking precum. He stroked it very gently, trying to avoid setting it off.

His phone buzzed and he quickly opened it.

A text message from Michelle. "We'll be home before long. I convinced her to wear the dress home. Your welcome!'

'Thank you!' he texted back.

'When she gets home make sure you pay her heaps of compliments. Tell her all about how amazingly sexy she looks. Drag her straight to bed. Give it to her hard and don't you dare hold back for one second.'

'Okay.' His heart was racing and his cock was throbbing.

'As soon as you cum, go down on her. Tell her she looks so good in the dress you couldn't help losing it, but you want to make sure she gets off.'

His cock throbbed and leaked as he read the message.

'Can you do that?' she texted.

'Yes!' he answered.

'Good. And the whole time I want you to imagine she is just home from the club. Freshly fucked by some stranger.'

'Oh god, that is hot.'

'I thought you'd like that, you naughty boy,'

A few minutes later Chris heard the front door. He quickly turned off the computer and zipped his throbbing erection back into his pants and hurried downstairs.

Emily was standing in the living room. Chris could hardly believe Michelle had convinced her to buy the dress.

"Well?" she asked.

"Sorry, I was stunned! You look so amazing!" Chris rushed over to her, kissing her.

"Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely!" he said, his hands wandering over her. "Uhh, I love this dress."

"Mmmm," she said, feeling his erection against her, "I can tell that you do!"

"C'mon," he said, pulling her toward the stairs.

"Right now?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not gonna waste this dress!" he said, pulling her up the stairs.

Chris pushed her onto the bed, kissing her.

"You really do like this dress, don't you?" she asked.

He nodded eagerly. He peeled her white cotton panties off. They seemed completely out of place under such a sexy dress.

They both let out a sigh as he pushed into her wet pussy. Chris gave another thrust and let out a groan as he began to erupt inside of her. "Oh fuck... oh fuck!"

He panted for a moment.

"Jeez... you really did like this dress," she said with a snicker.

Chris felt nervous now, without the aching erection driving him forward. His heart was pounding. "Sorry, I couldn't hold it. You just looked so sexy!"

"It's okay," Emily said.

Chris told himself there was no turning back now. "You looked so amazing in that dress. I wanna make sure you get off." He started sliding down her body.

"What? Oh, you don't-" but then Chris was kissing her creamy pussy. His heart pounded in his chest but he pushed his tongue deeper inside of her and she let out a soft moan.

Chris licked her messy pussy up and down. He remembered Michelle's instructions. He imagined Emily had been out at the club. That she had been fucked hard, by some hung black guy, like one of the women in the videos he had been watching all evening.

Emily let out a moan as he licked faster. Chris throbbed against the bed as he pushed his tongue deep inside her again, trying to lick up every last drop of the mess.

She let out a sigh, running her fingers through his hair. Chris gripped her thighs, starting to focus on her clit. She trembled in his arms and moaned as she started to cum.

Chris licked like a wildman as his wife's hips bucked against his face. He finally slowed and Emily collapsed back against the pillow.

"... So I guess I better keep the dress," she said with a chuckle.

The next day Chris texted Michelle that he had done it.

'I know.' Michelle texted back. 'She texted me all about it this morning. This might be easier than I thought.'

Chris' cock strained against his pants. 'Really?'

'Ya. If you keep up with your training, I promise to bring her home full of cum in no time.'

Chris nearly let out a moan as he read the text. 'I am so hard right now!'

'Good! Are you ready for some more homework?'

'Yes!' Chris texted back.

'Find AT LEAST half an hour to edge to BBC porn today. But don't cum. And slowly start throwing out Emily's old cotton knickers. One or two at a time, so she doesn't notice.'

'She'll know I've done it with the knickers. We've discussed this a few times in the past and I've thrown some out before. I'll do it as I understand, but she'll know. (I kinda like that she'll know, she's bound to bring it up.)'

'I don't care if she asks you about it, you'll have to manage that. Umm maybe I'll give you some of my knickers to put in her draw to replace them. We're about the same size. That'll be tricky to explain wont it! I want to hear about the edging and knickers progress soon.'

'Yes... Miss'

'Hah I like that. Good boy. Good naughty boy. Just you wait!'

Emily left for work around 10. Chris quickly found a couple of rather boring pairs of Emily's knickers from the laundry. He snapped a pic, holding them over the trash and sent it to Michelle.

'Good boy!' she sent back.

'Thank you Miss!'

Then Chris hurried upstairs. He set up his laptop with a long playlist of filthy porn and placed it right beside his work monitor. He rubbed his hand over the tent in his pants as he tried to read over an e-mail.

'How is the edging?' Michelle texted.

Chris felt a rush. Following her instructions. Exposing his filthy desires to her. He took a picture, spreadsheets on one screen, horny wife cumming hard on a thick black cock on the other.

'Are you gonna keep that up the entire time Emily is at work? Carefully studying exactly what kind of cock your busty wife needs?'

His cock throbbed and leaked in his underwear. 'Yes Miss!'

'Very good! I promise all your hard work will be rewarded. Just wait and see.'

Chris shuddered as he rubbed his hand over the twitching tent in his pants.

By the time Emily got home a few hours later, Chris was aching for release. He tucked his erection into his pants, descending the stairs carefully, afraid the friction of his pants might set off his very sensitive erection.

"Hey, hon. How was work?" he asked, finding Emily in the kitchen.

"Oh fine," she said. "You?"

"Okay. Had a little trouble focusing, but I got everything done."

"That's good," she said with a smile. She started to tidy up the kitchen, but paused as she went to throw something away.

She looked up at him and Chris felt his erection throb in his pants. "Did you throw out my knickers?" she asked.

He swallowed. "Yeah. I was just in the laundry. It's only a few that I noticed those were pretty worn."

She cocked an eyebrow. "You were in the laundry?"

He nodded. "You know, just tossing some socks in."

"... Okay," she said, but didn't push it.

"Do you want me to order you some new pairs?" he asked.

"No, no. I know exactly what kind of knickers you would order me," she said with a chuckle. "We've talked about this before and I know you don't listen!"

"I just want my sexy wife to feel and be sexy 24/7, of course," Chris said.

"We both know exactly what perverted ideas you have in that head of yours and in there, they'll be staying. Thank you very much." Emily gave him a gentle swat on the arm. "Just don't leave me with nothing!" she said as she wandered off.

...

Over the next few days, Chris spent several hours edging at Michelle's instruction. On Friday, Michelle surprised him by stopping by in the middle of the day, to 'inspect' his progress.

"Very good," she said, eying his throbbing, naked erection and the black cock gangbang playing on the screen.

"Thank you, Miss," Chris said.

She grinned, reaching into her purse. She slowly produced a little, lacy, black thong. "You've been making excellent progress. I thought you deserved a reward."

Chris' cock throbbed wildly in his hand. She bent over his lap, her big tits threatening to spill out. She dangled the little thong, lowering it onto his twitching cock.

"Ohhh... thank you, Miss," he said, panting.

"Wear that around your cock the rest of the afternoon, but don't you dare cum on it." His cock throbbed and leaked under the feather weight of Michelle's tiny knickers. "And stop looking at my tits, your wife has a bigger pair for you to perv at."

"Yes, Miss!" Chris sucked in a few short breaths.

She slowly straightened back up. "Then get Emily to wear them to the club tomorrow."

A big droplet of precum leaked out of the head of his cock. "... How do I do that?"

Michelle smirked. "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

Chris nodded and his cock throbbed.

"Well, I will go, and leave you to your training," Michelle said.

Chris had an aching erection the rest of the day, that took quite a bit of effort to hide. When they got into bed, he tried to snuggle up against Emily, but she was worn out and said she wanted to get a good night's rest. He was awake for hours, stubbornly erect.

Chris was a bundle of nervous excitement all day. In the early afternoon he finally forced himself to broach the subject of Michelle's knickers.

"Oh... I forgot," Chris started. "Michelle dropped by some knickers for you yesterday." He eyed her nervously.

"Some knickers?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. I thought maybe you guys talked about it? For tonight? I put them in your sock drawer."

"She didn't say anything to me!" Emily said. "And why did she give them to you?"

"Well, you weren't home. And you know Michelle, she probably thought it was funny."

She shook her head, climbing the stairs. "What is wrong with her?"

"These are tiny!" she called, just as Chris walked in. "Not to mention, they look worn."

"I don't know. I thought maybe it had something to do with panty lines or something."

"I have another pair I can wear," she said, rifling through her drawer. "Where is that red pair? You didn't throw that pair away, did you?"

Chris swallowed. "No... why would I throw that pair away?"

"I don't know. You seem to be making all sorts of strange decisions about knickers lately," Emily said.

She dug through her drawer for another minute. "Fine, I guess I could wear it," she said, shaking her head. She looked over at him. "Are you just gonna sit there and watch?"

"Of course!" Chris' cock throbbed against the fabric of his pants. "You know what happened last time you put that new dress on!" He smiled as he sat on the bed and shuffled up to the headboard to get comfortable.

Her skin still moist from the shower, she dropped the towel and turned to face Chris, with the tiny black thong in her hand. "You love this idea don't you? Me wearing these little panties?"

"Thong," he corrected her, "and yes."

As Emily bent over to pull on the thong, her huge tits swayed forward, threatening to topple her. A big grin crossed his face. He watched her slide the little thong up her legs and into place. The same thong that Michelle had handed to him yesterday. The same thong that had been wrapped around his cock for a few hours, was now tightly cupping her pussy. It was made of a slightly transparent material, so you could see through it.

Chris could see that she had trimmed her pussy and it drove his aching cock wild. The thought that she had trimmed so neatly, for a trip to the club, was intoxicating. Not to mention, how good it looked!

Chris started to lean forward, with lust in his eyes, his mouth slightly open.

"God there's nothing to them," Emily said. "I feel like a dirty slut in these. I need to change..." she spun round, facing the mirror and gasped at herself. "No I can't wear..."

"God Emily, I like them. And it's only me seeing them... and wow your ass looks amazing."

She'd forgotten that her ass was 100% on display in these knickers and Chris's comment reminded her. She swiftly reached for a sort-of-matching, but nowhere-near-as-sexy bra, her dress and stepped into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.

Chris hurried over to the door. "Arrr honey... you look great! Not slutty. Just lovely."

There was no reply but he could hear breathing and the sounds of movement.

"Love you honey," Chris said, shuffling back over to the bed and lying back. "I just want you to enjoy life as much as you can," he called.

He closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn't help picturing all the videos he'd been watching all day, but in his mind, Emily was the star of the show. His cock throbbed and leaked in his pants. He resisted the urge to touch his erection, but let himself revel in the fantasy. Picturing his beautiful, curvy, reserved wife's pussy in that little back thong. The image burned in his head.

Then he imagined a huge black cock buried deep inside her. Slowly sliding out of her pussy. Cum leaking everywhere. Black fingers pulling that exact thong back over the glistening pussy lips, trapping all that cum in place. He could almost taste it.

Lost in a vivid fantasy, he barely noticed the bathroom door open. Emily said something, but he was too distracted to catch it.

Emily laid down beside him, and the movement of the bed caused him to look over. Almost as if on auto pilot, he rolled over onto her thighs. He lifted her dress, with ease, as it was much shorter than her usual style. He let out a sigh as he pushed her thighs apart.

"Chris no, stop it, I don't have time for..."

Chris was faced with the close-up version of his previous view. Her black thong, was pulled tightly across her pussy. The smell was amazing. She was starting to get turned on. A bit of the smell of his own cock lingered on them, as well. In a daze, he pulled the thong gently to one side and started to kiss and worship her pussy.

He felt her hand on the back of his head. "Ohh gawd, Chris, I don't... ummm."

Chris parted her lips and started to lick her up and down. Then his tongue began to probe deeper. He knew she liked that.

Emily let out a heavy sigh. "You'll make me wet and I'm going out, oooh... but it's nicccce."

"Thooohh laatee," Chris says, his tongue still part way inside her.

He really began to taste her. He couldn't help imagining she'd been creampied, just like the women in those videos. He imagined getting a surprise from deep within her, some extra... richer flavour. Proof that she'd done it. That it had been done to her.

The front doorbell went off.

Emily rolled Chris off to the side and launched herself out of the bed.

She adjusted her underwear, smoothed her dress and then she was out of the bedroom and heading down the stairs.

Chris sat up, licking his lips, still in a bit of a daze. He slowly climbed off the bed, adjusting the serious tent in his pants.

He could hear Michelle's voice and he climbed down the stairs, horny as hell, the taste of his wife still on his lips. His chin still glistened with her juices.

He realized Michelle was staring at him. "Evening Michelle," Chris said with a smile.

Her dress was even more daring than Emily's, of course. Clearly going out on the pull as usual. Only this time, with a wing woman. His wife! He could barely believe it, God, what a few days it had been.

Emily appeared at his side with her purse. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. "See you later Chris," she said as she wandered out the door.

"We'll be home late. But don't worry, I'll look after her." Michelle gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then followed Emily out the door.

Emily collapsed into the taxi with a heavy sigh, her heart still racing. She realized how exposed she was, and quickly tugged her dress down, but not before the taxi driver gave her a knowing smile.

She felt a rush at being desired. She felt more excited about the night than she had realized.

She noticed Michelle grinning like a cat that caught a bird.

"What?" Emily asked.

"Nothing. Just excited for tonight. And you look fucking amazing!" Michelle said.

Emily laughed. "You have no idea. I barely made it out the door. Chris couldn't keep his hands off of me... or his tongue for that matter."

Michelle smirked. "Good for him. I don't blame him. You look good enough to eat."

She slipped her phone out of her purse and started typing out a text to Chris. 'I want you to edge while we are gone. So you are really aching for your slutty wife by the time I bring her home.'

Her phone buzzed immediately. 'Already am, Miss!'. Her phone buzzed again. This time a picture came through, of Chris' erect cock in front of the laptop screen where a busty wife was taking two massive black cocks.

"Who is that?" Emily asked.

"One of my hung lovers, want to see?" Michelle said, smirking, knowing full well Emily would recoil. "I'm just so excited about you coming out. Let's just focus on us having fun!"

"Okay," Emily said. "Not too much fun, though, I know you. Let's have just the right amount of fun."

Michelle pulled out a little pink flask from her purse. She dangled it between her thumb and forefinger, her lips turning up into a smile. "Too much fun is just the right amount."

Michelle unscrewed the flask and took a big sip, then handed it to Emily.

"Oh god," Emily said. She took the flask and took a drink too. The warm liquid teased her already heightened senses. She squirmed in the seat, feeling how wet Chris had made her and how damp her thong was. She mentally cursed and smirked at him at the same time.

In a few minutes they pulled up to the club, Envi. Emily tottered on her heels for a moment but then steadied herself on the roof of the taxi. Michelle paid the driver and they headed inside. and they made their way inside.

The club was busy, and the men they walked past drank in the view of them. Emily felt totally on display but it sent a little rush through her.

She felt Michelle's hand on her ass, "C'mon let's get a drink."

Michelle waved down a bartender and ordered a round of drinks. A tall, well-dressed black man appeared beside her, probably somewhere in his late thirties. He handed a few folded-up bills to the bartender. "It's on me," he said, with a smile.

Michelle looked up at him with a grin. "Thank you," she said, making sure her tits jiggled. It was far from the first time a man had bought Michelle a round of drinks. She grabbed Emily's arm and pulled her over in a way that made sure her tits jiggled too.

"I'm Michelle," she said, "and this gorgeous creature is Emily."

Emily blushed. The man took her hand and kissed it. "Gorgeous is right."

Her hand trembled as his lips brushed against it. Emily got even redder. His eyes travelled up her arm pausing deliberately on her exposed cleavage before making piercing eye contact.

"I'm Nate," he said. "Lovely to meet you ladies."

"Likewise," Michelle said, brushing her hand over his arm. "Thanks so much for the drinks."

Emily exhaled. "Um, yeah, thank you," she added.

Nate looked her up and down, this time from toe to ponytail with a smile. "Trust me, it is my pleasure."

The bartender brought out their cocktails. "Here, sit next to me," Nate said, patting a stool beside him.

"... Okay," Emily said. He took her hand to steady her as she climbed on. "... Thank you," she said, taking a sip of her drink.

Michelle slipped her phone out of her purse. She had a number of eager texts from Chris.

'Calm yourself.' she messaged. Then 'But a tall handsome black man just bought your wife a drink.'

'Oh my god!' Chris texted back.

'What do you say?' Michelle typed out with a smirk.

'Thank you, Miss! You are a miracle worker!'

As Emily and Nate were chatting, Michelle quietly took Nate's hand and guided it toward Emily's thigh. Nate glanced her way, but didn't say anything and Emily didn't notice.

Emily straightened up a little and looked over at Nate then down at the hand on her thigh. She saw Michelle's small hand over the top of Nate's strong black hand, holding and guiding it. It sent a shiver through her and her huge chest rose and fell. Nate couldn't help but stare. Emily sucked in another breath and took a big sip of her drink.

Emily looked at Michelle, planning to glare at her, but she was distracted by her phone again.

Michelle turned away slightly, texting Chris, 'If you only knew. His hand is on her thigh now!'.

'Oh my god! I can't believe it! Thank you, Miss!'

Michelle grinned. 'Now you focus on your edging. I don't want to hear from you until I message you again.'

'Yes, Miss! I am focused!' Chris sent back right away.

Michelle slipped her phone back into her purse and picked up her drink and joined the conversation. Emily had nearly finished her drink already and Nate quickly got another round. By the end of the second drink, Emily barely seemed to notice his hand on her thigh.

Emily announced she was going to find the ladies room and looked to Michelle, who got up too.

"He wants to dance with me," Emily said, as she closed the bathroom door behind them.

"So what's the big deal? Dance with him. He did buy us all those drinks," Michelle said.

"That doesn't mean I have to dance with him," Emily said, touching up her make-up a little.

"No, but it does mean you should. He's really handsome. It'll be fun."

"I don't know," Emily said.

"C'mon, it'll be fun. Trust me, Chris wouldn't mind you dancing with a guy one bit," Michelle said with a little smirk.

"Are you sure?" Emily asked.

"Trust me. I'm positive," Michelle said, a little twinkle in her eye.

"Fine, you're right, I guess it's not that big of a deal," Emily said, slipping into a stall.

Michelle smiled, quickly getting out her phone and texting Chris, 'She's gonna dance with him.'

'What? Really?!' Chris texted.

'I told you this would work.'

'My cock is aching! It feels like it is going to burst. Thank you, Miss!'

'Good boy.' She slipped her phone back in her purse, just as Emily emerged.

"Okay. Let's go," Emily said as she quickly washed her hands off.

Nate was standing near the bar, his hand on a friend's shoulder. They both laughed at some joke.

"Welcome back, ladies," he said. "I'd like to introduce you to my good friend, Miles. Miles, these lovely ladies, are Emily and Michelle."

Miles had broad shoulders, big arms and a wide smile. His hair and beard were both cropped extremely close.

"A pleasure to meet you both," he said, looking them over..

"Now, Emily promised me a dance," Nate said.

He took Emily's hand and her heart began to race.

Nate looked over at Miles. "You'll look after Michelle for me?"

"Of course," Miles said.

"Mmm," Michelle said, sidling up to him and wrapping her arm around his waist.

Then, Nate was leading Emily out to the dance floor. She tried to steady her breathing. After all, it was only a dance, right?

But then his strong hands were on her hips, and his dark brown eyes, locked with hers, and she remembered what she had known when she was young. A dance is never just a dance.

The feel of his touch. The sense of his desire. All of it made her feel young again. And horny. She silently cursed Chris for getting her so wet, right before she had gone out.

Nate was nearly a gentleman. He only stared at her tits, the bare minimum that jugs like Emily's demanded.

Her heart fluttered as he pulled her closer. He leaned in close and she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"You look fucking amazing," he whispered in her ear.

It was dark so no one saw her flush red. Somehow it was different. Not the same as when her husband told her. If some handsome, single guy, in a club full of women to chase, said it, there must be some truth to it.

His attention felt good, and she didn't fight it. She told herself it was just a dance, even when Nate had one hand firmly on her ass, the other brushing up against the side of her huge breast, though the thin fabric of her dress.

Emily felt excited and a little light-headed. She took a few deep breaths. He smiled as her huge chest rose and fell.

She couldn't help wondering why this guy was paying her so much attention, surely there were other women here. Other tighter, prettier... hotter women. Why was he spending all his time with her and what did he think he was going to get out of it?

Finally, after another song, they decided to take a break. They found Michelle and Miles in a booth in the back. They had a bottle of brandy and Miles had his tongue down Michelle's throat.

As Nate and Emily sat down, they paused long enough for Michelle to say, "Oh, hey guys."

Michelle went back to making out with Miles.

"Thank you for the dance, Nate," she said, as he poured her a glass of brandy.

"No, thank you."

Emily took a little sip. She felt annoyed at Michelle, not because she was making out with some random guy, which was to be expected, but because this time, Michelle's naughty behavior was starting to make Emily horny. She could feel her nipples humming, wanting and needing attention. She reached her arm across her body, trying to be as casual as possible, brushing across her nipples, trying to get a little relief.

She felt Nate's hand on her thigh. It sent a shiver through her and she took a big drink.

She felt her body tingling as she watched Michelle starting to rub Miles' cock through his pants. He groaned and kissed her back with renewed passion. His strong, black hand, slid into the top of Michelle's dress, pawing at her big tit.

"Oh my god..." Emily murmured, shaking her head.

But she felt herself getting more and more worked up. Her tiny thong was completely soaked through. She watched Miles' hand on her friend's breast. He squeezed it harshly, massaging it, almost threatening to pull it clear out on display.

Emily started to feel short of breath. The sight of her friend being groped so publicly felt so naughty and wrong, yet still it caused a burning in her.. Without even realizing she crossed her legs, her thighs squeezing her pussy. She rubbed an arm across own breast pushing hard against a nipple, and gave a gasp.

She felt a little short of breath. The booze was starting to get to her, and Nate's hand was creeping up her thigh, now slightly under her dress.

After a few minutes, Michelle took a breath and noticed how drunk Emily had become. She smiled at Emily, still stroking Miles' cock through his pants. Nate gave Michelle's huge tit a squeeze and she turned beet red.

Michelle watched with a grin. Emily squirmed in her soaked panties, feeling completely on display.

Michelle got her phone out. 'Your wife is getting groped right now!' she texted Chris.

'Oh my god!'

Miles leaned close. "Who are you texting?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Her husband," Michelle said with a grin.

"Naughty," he said with a big smile. "She does have an amazing rack that I'd love to get my hands onto."

That pissed Michelle off a bit, he should be focused on her rack not Emily's "You and Nate, want to help teach her what naughty really means?" Michelle asked.

"I like the sound of that. A lot."

"Good," Michelle said, rubbing her hand over his pants. "We'll be back next Saturday."

Michelle typed out another message. 'But she is smashed, I should probably bring her home soon.'

She put her phone away and gave Miles one last long kiss. She said goodbye to Nate and Miles and then took Emily and headed out to the taxi queue.

Chris met Emily and Michelle at the front door.

Emily nearly collapsed into his arms. "I might have had a bit of brandy..." she said. Chris' cock throbbed in his pants. He looked down and saw that one of her massive tits was on the verge of spilling out. He gave her a little jostle and her breast spilled over the top of her dress.

Michelle shook her head with a chuckle. "You naughty lad. We better get her up to bed."

Chris and Michelle helped Emily up the stairs and into bed. By the time they got her shoes unbuckled she had completely passed out.

Michelle smirked. "Uh-oh. Looks like she had a bit too much to drink. And here, you are throbbing."

Chris sucked in a breath. "Yes Miss... what should I do?"

She thought about it for a second. "Why don't you peel my knickers off your wife?"

"Right now?"

Michelle nodded. "She won't wake up, she is out cold."

"Yes Miss," Chris said. He climbed onto the bed. His hands cautiously slid under Emily's dress. His fingers found the waistband of the little thong. His cock throbbed in his pants as he slowly pulled them down.

He looked over at Michelle. "They are totally soaked."

"I knew they would be. You should've seen the way she was dancing with that guy. Lick them, what do you taste? Do it right now here in front of me."

"Oh god" and Chris lifts the black, tiny, wet thong to his lips. Placing his tongue on them he moves them around to savour the taste. They taste and smell strong. Of a woman on heat. A woman full of lust. His wife, ready for sex. Hungry for sex.

"Well what do my knickers taste of?" a huge grin on her face, eyes half closed demanding an answer.

"I can taste pussy."

"Yes, Emily's pussy was ready for sex. She was ready for a cock. Not your cock. But a stranger's cock. And you should have seen him, he definitely had a massive cock." She stepped forward so that her boobs trapped his arms against his chest, the little thong against his nose. "Imagine what they'll taste like next time? Do you think she'll do something...?"

"Ohhh god" Chris breathed to her, only a few inches between them.

Michelle grinned, knowing that he was right on the edge. "I have to go now. I want you to cum all over that soaked thong. While you lie in bed next to your passed out wife. I want you to imagine all the things she did tonight. All the things she's going to do next Saturday night."

"Oh god," Chris sighed.

"I want you to cum on those panties as many times as you can tonight. And I want you to text me each time you do. Leave them on the nightstand in the morning, so she knows what you've done."

"Oh gawd," Chris said, his cock throbbing in his pants.

"Well?" Michelle asked. "Get started."

"Yes Miss," Chris said.

Chris nodded, madly unzipping his pants as he climbed into the bed. She chuckled to herself as she turned to leave. Just as she stepped into the hallway, she heard him groan as he began to erupt all over the thong.

Michelle's phone buzzed a couple of times on the cab ride home and another few times during the night.

...

The next morning Emily realized she was missing her knickers. She looked around confused, and then she spotted the now-sperm-covered and still damp knickers on her nightstand. However she felt too hungover and guilty about the night before to say anything to Chris about it.

All morning, Chris seemed happy as a clam, and by the afternoon Emily was starting to feel better, both in terms of her hangover and her guilt. After all, what had really happened? She had gone dancing and now Chris couldn't keep his hands off her.

As the day wore on, Emily started to puzzle over the knickers on the nightstand. What had gotten into Chris? He kept stealing glances in her direction all day. Though if she was honest, she really liked it.

Emily decided to let him drag her off to bed a little early.

"What has gotten into you?" she asked.

Chris pawed at her huge tits through her t-shirt, pressing the tent in his pants up against her. He pushed her shirt up and Emily pulled it off.

"God, you looked so sexy last night!" Chris said, sliding down her and lifting her skirt above her waist.

"You really think so?"

"God yes! I couldn't stop thinking about you all night. You know I love you looking sexy and sharing those hooters." Chris pulled her panties to the side and pushed his tongue inside her.

Emily looked down to see her husband's face buried in her pussy. She squealed, feeling herself get wetter. Chris pulled her down onto the bed and started licking her clit while fondling her other tit. She pushed her head back into the pillow and closed her eyes, enjoying the mix of Chris' soft tongue and rough fingers. She felt his other hand slide down her thigh, to her knee, up her inner thigh. Emily let out a moan. Her eyes drifted over to the cum-soaked panties on the nightstand. "You really like those knickers, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm!" He nodded and rubbed his nose against her clit.

"Oh god, a little too much I think," Emily said, sucking in a quick breath. "You wanked int-"

Chris sat up a little interrupting her "But the dress too. God, you looked sexy." He kissed her pussy again. "Did you feel sexy?"

"... I did. After I got a drink or two in me."

"I want you to feel sexy. I want you to feel really sexy. Because you are beyond sexy." Chris started to lick her fast. He held her thighs and pressed his face into her pussy, clearly he was trying to avoid the thong and cum conversation. His tongue pushed deeper and she started to cum.

She moaned out, gripping the sheets and arching her back. "Fuck..." her hands stroked her tits. Chris continued to lick her through her orgasm. "Wow." Her hips started to buck against his face. She hadn't realized how bad she had needed to cum.

Chris didn't slow down and it wasn't long before she was cumming a second time. Finally, Chris couldn't take it any longer.

Chris stood up, his forehead shining from her juices. He pulled down his pants and boxers and his huge cock bobbed in the air. Emily reached for it, but Chris stepped back.

"You want it?" he asked.

"Oh god yes!"

"Then come and get it."

Emily went to stand up but Chris pushed her back down. She couldn't believe he was being this assertive. What had gotten into him?

"Come and get it," he said again, pushing her back down. He grabbed a leg and pulled it up in the air, all the while his cock bobbing in the air.

Emily was a little shocked, but she couldn't turn down the invitation. The throbbing in her pussy said she couldn't. Emily moaned as he pushed into her sopping wet cunt.

"Oh god," Chris moaned, "you feel amazing!" He kissed her as he thrust into her hard. It wasn't long before felt his cum rising again. Emily moaned as she felt him cumming into her. Chris grabbed her chin and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his cum exploding inside her.

As they both came down from their post-orgasm high, Emily looked up at Chris. "Kiss me," she whispered.

Both of them laid there, panting, for a while. Emily finally sat up and peeled off her soaked cotton panties. She tossed them at Chris.

"These are also ready for the wash," Emily said with a smirk. "Two soaked pairs of panties in as many hours."

Chris clutched the pair of panties. He pressed them between his fingers, feeling how wet they were with her juices.

Emily watched him. "I guess you'll have to buy me some sexier pairs if it really gets you turned on like this." She could feel his cum starting to run out of her tight pussy.

"Really?" Chris asked, holding her wet panties, a little too excited.

Emily grinned. "Yes, I think you should." She reached over and squeezed his cock. "And I think you need to keep this in mind whenever you do."

Chris moaned a little, still holding her wet knickers.

Emily nodded. "Tell me what makes this all so sexy for you. And why did you cum in my... well, Michelle's thong last night? Oh, that sounds wrong." Emily laughed. "And when did you take them off me?"

Chris turned a bit red, but he couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"No, I actually want to know." Emily rubbed her fingers over her wet pussy, her fingertips dipping into their mixed juices. "Come here and bring both sets of knickers with you," she said, crooking her finger beckoning him towards her.

Chris climbed off the bed and grabbed the other pair off the nightstand. Emily scooted across the bed toward him, dr****g her legs over the edge of the bed. "When did you take my knickers off?"

His heartbeat quickened. He rarely saw glimpses of his wife's dominant side and it made his limp cock start to swell again.

"Right after you passed out... I couldn't help it. I was so worked up! Seeing you in your dress. And getting ready, in just your thong!"

She smirked up at him and spread her legs a little wider. "You really like them that much?" Emily slowly moved her fingers in and out of her messy pussy.

"God yes!" Chris said.

"Show me." Emily moved her hand away, revealing her gorgeous pussy.

Chris lifted the thong to his face and took a deep breath. He could smell how wet she was, he could smell her sex. He moaned.

"How do my knickers turn you on?" Emily asked.

With the dried tiny thong in one hand and the wet normal knickers in the other, he knelt down on the floor in front of her.

Emily spread her legs a little wider. "Tell me why my thong is covered in your cum."

Chris stammered. His cock already nearly hard again. "I wondered... what they'd look like if you'd come back. Having done it. You know... cuckolded me."

"I knew you'd never given up on your little fantasy. And don't think I don't know about your secret folder," Emily said.

Chris blushed but his cock twitched slightly.

"I still can't believe you imagine me doing filthy things like that." Emily let out a sigh. "But if you enjoy it so much..." she cocked an eyebrow, "maybe I should help you indulge in your fantasy some day."

His cock jerked suddenly. Emily burst into laughter, breaking them out of the moment.

"Dream on, honey," she said.

"Oh, trust me, I am dreaming," Chris said.

Emily looked at him with a smirk. She thought about it for a moment. "Oh yeah? You are dreaming about me coming home after being with some random guy?"

Chris nodded eagerly.

"And what would you do? If I came home... after cuckolding you?" Emily asked.

Chris took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows a bit, and smiled at her, sticking his tongue out slowly licking his lips. She could tell his fantasy had him extra excited.

"Oh god..." Emily let out a moan. "... that's what you'd do? Lick it all up?"

"Uh-huh," he said, licking her pussy up and down, tasting her juices and his own cum.

"God, you are filthy!"

"Uh-huh!" Chris nodded, Savoring the very different way she tasted. An excitement ran through him, to think that one day... The thrill of the fantasy was overwhelming. He almost came without even touching himself. His cock throbbed and leaked eagerly.

Emily laughed, but she was starting to breathe fast. She gasped as his nose rubbed against her clit.

"Oh, I see." Emily moaned. She looked down at her cuckold hubby. She pulled his face more forcefully into her pussy. "Lick it harder," she said. She spread her pussy lips with both hands, showing off her dripping hole. Emily moaned, closing her eyes.

Chris leaned forward and slid his tongue up and down her slit. Emily moaned, feeling her pussy juices flow out.

"Oh yes, right there," Emily moaned.

Chris spread her pussy lips with his fingers, opening her pussy hole. He slid his tongue inside her.

"You are gonna make me cum again, aren't you, you naughty boy?"

Chris let go of the panties. He gripped her thighs, starting to flick his tongue faster.

"Oh god!" Emily moaned as she started to cum.

Chris rubbed her clit and plunged his tongue deep inside her, sending her over the edge, making her tremble and shake. He finally slowed down and Emily started to catch her breath. After a few seconds, Emily rolled over and sat up, leaving Chris kneeling on the floor, with an aching erection and juices all over his face.

Finally she released him from between her thighs.

"Clean those off too!" she demanded, pointing to the soaked pair of pink cotton panties.

Emily moaned as Chris cleaned her cream and his cum off of her panties. Her clit was so sensitive and she moaned as he rubbed it with his tongue.

He licked them clean and she shuddered.

"I guess I'll just throw these in the wash with the others," Emily said with a smile.

"God, I love this new Emily," Chris said, kissing her thighs.

He couldn't help smiling at her and licking his lips.

...

For the next few days a variation of this repeated over and over again. Emily asked him over and over again if he was serious. She laughed off his replies but she certainly seemed to enjoy the orgasms.

She started teasing him more, just dropping the odd tease out whenever she could.

"I could never take a stranger's cock inside me, let alone without a condom."

"I wonder what a really big cock would feel like?"

"God, if Claire or anyone that knows us knew what went on in your head?"

"My breasts are too big and heavy."

"When are those new panties coming? Mine are always damp with all this teasing."

"I bet you'd love to know that Gerald at work is always looking at my boobs?"

"Imagine me really cuckolding you?"

"Imagine me acting like a slut like Michelle."

"I could never come home to you knowing that I'd..."

It ended up being a mix of teasing and her insecurities, but always ended up assuring Chris it could never really be more than a fantasy.

To which Chris always replied, "A guy can dream, right?"

It was fun, exciting, dreamy, Emily and Chris each felt a bit like teenagers exploring for the first time. Emily was certainly enjoying new-found attention and seemed to be almost contemplating the whole thing. Chris noticed that Emily and Michelle were texting more than usual, and he assumed she was continuing to be a strong influence in all this. Michelle was interestingly a little quiet until Wednesday lunchtime when he was greeted with a text from Emily.

"Have to work late tonight. Was supposed to be going to the cinema with Michelle so she's coming round for you to keep her company. I won't be long. You'll be ok cooking for Claire and her?"

"Of course I will Love, what time will you be back, and is everything ok?"

"Yeah, just some team building thing, shouldn't be later than 9 or so. Love ya to x x."

Michelle appeared around 5pm, sort of helped with dinner and chatted to Claire when she didn't have her head in her phone. After the pleasantries, food, and clean up were done, Claire vanished off to a friends with a brief "Back in a few hours" and Michelle and I sat down in the living room and I started to scroll through Netflix. She kept looking at me strangely and weirdly was very chatty.

After about twenty minutes into something she started, she asked "Chris, do you know what Emily is doing tonight?"

I turned to her "Eh, she's at work doing team build..." but her smirk cut me short.

"Yup she's doing some team building in 'The Puddle'." I shrugged, it's a pub near to her office that they often used for client and team-building functions.

Michelle tried again "She's in the pub with some of her work mates." and she lifted her phone and turned it round to show me a pic of some sexy woman. I frowned, it was a feet to neck shot of some very curvy woman. The screen was small, so I took a moment to take it in. She wore red heels, tights over her lovely curvy legs, a mini-skirt very tight over her wide hips, a white blouse pulled tight over her very large set of boobs and a dark coloured bra under her blouse. The blouse was buttoned up, there was no hint of cleavage. It could have been Emily apart from the heels, mini-skirt and her underwear that could be seen clearly under her blouse. My eyes moved to Michelle's then back to the screen. She looked at me, smirking.

"I'm confused, who's the woman in the pic? Is it you?" I ask her, looking back at it.

"Can we push this picture to the TV?" she asked. "Yup but.." I just shrug, she airdrops it to me and I pop it up via the Apple TV..

"Do you think that's me?" she said as she got up and stood next to the TV.

I didn't really know what to say, because everything about the woman on the screen was a little off. Her hips, height and clothing were unfamiliar to me. "Nope, Michelle, what's the point of this?" I asked, clearly a little agitated. The woman on the screen began to have an effect on me. She was curvy in all the right places.

"Come here and kneel next to me and look at this picture," she said this with a rather irritated and almost cross voice. She turned around and kneeled in front of the screen, and I shuffled next to her as requested. "What do you think of her outfit Chris?"

"Errr it's very smart and sexy, maybe a little slutty. I like it though."

"What do you like about it Chris?"

"Michelle, is this something to do with what happened last weekend? What are you trying to accomplish?" I asked. I was very confused, as this had nothing to do with black cocks and talking about cuckolding. It doesn't fit.

"We're just having a chat and yes it very well may be linked to your cuckolding Chris." That woke me up a bit, and my cock twitched as she continued "What do you like about this woman and her outfit?" Her phone bings but I think she ignores it.

I looked closer at the screens. "Her boobs look pretty big, and you can see her bra. Well you can sort of make out the straps and a bit of the pattern over her boobs." I soak the vision in. God her boobs are actually pretty darn big, a few of the buttons are pulled tight allowing a glimpse of her bra. "The skirt is lovely and short, if she had stockings on that would be very risky. I love how it hugs her curves."

"Look closer at the skirt" Michelle instructed me, I leaned in. I saw what she was talking about. There were bumps on her upper thigh from a garter belt. "Oohhh it is stockings and suspenders, ummm." For some reason that elevated the entire outfit for me. I felt a twitch and I heard myself exhale deeply.

"Do you think this is a work appropriate outfit?"

"Hah depends on the work." I chuckled, pleased at my humor. But then it hits me, NO WAY, "It's not.. " I leaned forward on my hands and knees in front of the TV. Michelle is still next to me.

"What?" I thought I could hear her smirk.

I looked closer at the body again, it's the same as Emily's, but her boobs were bigger than this womans, or were they? She doesn't own a skirt like that. She'd never go out like that. She didn't wear stockings except in the bedroom for me, and she didn't own heels like that.

"Recognise anything there?" Michelle asked.

I looked for an object, or something in the clothing. The skirt maybe, the skirt, the.. skirt... oh my God, my heart just about stopped. I recognized it as Claire's mini-skirt from a few days ago. That had completely fallen out of my mind. But that would mean... "Skirt... that's.... noo... not at work, when?" Still on all fours I looked back at Michelle.

"Look back at your WIFE." I turned my head back "Yes this is what Emily has on right now. Your daughter's skirt, her sexiest underwear. The pair that you gave to me just days ago. You gave me most of this outfit which is just for you. Right now she's out dressed like that with her work colleagues." She paused, letting it sink in. My cock was now rock-hard and wrongly angled in my jeans and was hurting. Without thinking I adjusted it.

"Do you think her work colleagues like what she has on Chris?"

"Yes, but..."

"What do you think they're thinking?"

"I errrr that she's... She's never worn anything like this before. Not for me or for anyone, and she's out now?" Michelle fiddles with her phone, then my phone beeps. "Put that on the screen," she instructs.

I fumbled, I was back kneeling next to Michelle with a very obvious tent in my jeans, and on the screen I saw a picture of six people on one side of a table in a dark pub. There were drinks and empty plates on the table. I recognised all the faces as Emily's colleagues. The photo is a selfie with Emily in the foreground, with the other five people behind her. I couldn't see under the table but I could see the same blouse, a bra strap, plenty of cleavage, and a hint of the short skirt.

"OOhhhh God." Her cleavage was fantastic. She clearly had intentionally undone a few buttons on her blouse. And the way she was holding her phone had pulled her blouse down enough to reveal her red bra strap. She was smiling, as was everyone else, including the office gossip at the end of the table. I didn't know her name but she was an older woman, very prim and proper.

My thoughts were interrupted "So as you can see Emily is out dressed like... how would you put it?"

"Slutty" I said under my breath.

"Pardon?" Michelle asked, obviously enjoying this.

"Slutty, she's dressed slutty." I replied louder, eyes still glued to the picture.

"So Emily is out in her heels, mini skirt, stockings and from the looks of it, plenty of cleavage showing. With people that know her and work with her. What do you think about that Chris?" she asked. I couldn't reply right away.

"Do you know who is next to her?" I asked. "I don't know his name."

"I'm pretty sure he knows she has stockings on, don't you? From the way she's sitting and how short that skirt is. He's bound to have noticed. I bet she's trying her best to pull the skirt down every few seconds." Michelle laughed loudly. "And look at her tits Chris, she's got them on display. For her that's almost pornographic." Michelle laughed again.

What part of this is she enjoying? This was different from what I wanted. This game just became very real, with people we know. This is happening right now. But I was hard and throbbing like never before.

"Michelle, how?"

"It did take a little persuasion. Well, actually a lot of persuasion, and a bit of coercion, maybe even a bit of blackmail." she said, again with that laugh.

"Blackmail?" I turn to look at her, worried.

"Hah don't worry your pretty little head about it. Look at what she's doing, doesn't she look happy?"

"Yes"

"They all look happy." she laughed again.

"But Michelle this is...?"

"Hey this isn't any worse than you wanting her to get knocked up with a black baby now is it?"

"But.." I pleaded.

"Ok let's try this a different way.'' She gave me a straight face. "Do you want me to stop helping you?" with the emphasis on 'helping'. "I'm going to ask you some questions. Just give me yes no answers," she said firmly.

"No," I said, as I wasn't sure I wanted to play this game. But with the stiffness in my pants, I'm sure I actually did.

"Look back at the screen, and tell me is she enjoying herself?"

"Yes."

"Does she look sexy?"

"Yes."

"Does she look slutty?"

"Yes."

"Do you want her to look slutty? Remember, yes or no, only Chris."

Defeated, I said "Yes."

"Good then at the very least everyone there has something to wank about later," and she laughed. I just took a deep breath. "Look I am going to help you get her pregnant with a black baby because that's what you want. I'm also going to help you do all the other things you don't even know you want."

"Huh?" I turned to look at her.

"This is called humiliation. It's a very basic form but your wife has gone out looking like a slut and very likely people will be wondering about you. How much of a man you are to let her go out like that." I groaned "See and you need that, look at your cock Chris." I looked down.

"Your cock is hard isn't it? If you didn't want this then why would it be hard?"

"No," I said.

"You like the thought don't you? Tell me what's going through your head right now."

I thought about it for a moment before answering. "I'm thinking about, what will they all think of me and Claire. They've all met me. Look at how much boob she's showing."

"Tits, Chris, Emily has tits" she interrupted.

"Look at how much tit she has on display. I think the man next to her is her direct boss, he's going to have a great view." my cock throbs at that thought, she notices. "Your right he probably can see her stockings, ooh gawd." My eye is drawn back to the other woman in the picture.

"That other woman is very old fashioned and... oohh gawd." I grab my dick and squeeze. "She'll disapprove of.." I let it trail off.

"Won't that be exciting? I wonder what this will all lead to?" Michelle giggles. "I want you to cum in your pants now." I grabbed my cock through my jeans.

"Hang on." I turned to look at her and saw a grin on her face.

"When is Claire due back?" she asked and I looked up at the clock on the wall, "Maybe in twenty minutes or so."

"We'll need to be quick then," Michelle said excitedly. "Go put on a thong, the sexier, the better, and then put jeans back on, and come back down here. I want your jeans and that thong filled with you cum before one of your ladies gets back," she ordered with her evil grin. I looked back at the clock, I needed to hurry. I didn't even consider not doing this, or even how weird this was.

I was upstairs in the bedroom, in seconds. It was a tricky dance to get up the stairs with this raging boner. My hands were instantly in Emily's underwear drawer. Unfortunately there was not much to choose from. With my options limited, I selected a dark blue thong. I quickly put it on and pulled my jeans back up. Oohhh it was small and tight on me and gave me a strange feeling up my ass-crack, but God it made my cock throb. I adjusted my cock in my pants to try and keep it covered by the thong. I found that I enjoyed the feeling of my cock in the thong, the head wet with pre-cum. God am I really going to do this, I thought.

I ran down the stairs and saw Michelle sitting on the sofa, with one hand inside her jumper kneading a boob. She looked up at me.

"Kneel again and wank that cock through your jeans. Now look at the screen. Which picture do you want to see while you jerk off?" she asked me.

I kneeled as instructed. I didn't change the image. It's still showing Emily's selfie, with her cleavage on display and the others behind her.

"Ummm you naughty man, watching your wife display herself," Michelle whispered.

I started to squeeze and stroke myself, ugggh it felt so good.

"Enjoying wearing Emily's thong Chris? Do you like the feel of her slutty thong on your cock, knowing that she has her own kinky thong on. I wonder who will see it tonight, I wonder how wet it will be when she gets home?"

"Ugggh" I'm getting close. My focus dashed from cleavage, to her stockings, to the eye line of the man next to her. What is he looking at? What is he thinking? Is she turned on now, does she enjoy knowing that her friends, her colleagues are looking at her?

"This is just the beginning of your new wife Chris. A free spirited wife that will in time take other cocks her pussy. Other men and maybe women will enjoy the look, feel and taste of her body. This is what you want."

"Uggggghh yyeesss," I was so close.

"How far will all this go? What will her limits be? Can you really see her with another baby..? How hard are you now Chris? Look at the screen," Michelle asked as he turned to look at her and his engorged cock throbbed and she could see pre-cum seeping through the front of his jeans. "Does it feel as good as her touching you? She's touching herself isn't she? I wonder if she's thinking of you and that cock you're rubbing for her?"

"A black baby to love and look after?" Michelle asks.

"Uhhhhgggg I'm cumming," I said, as I came hard.

Michelle looked into his eyes and heard Chris groaning. She watched as his cum started to seep out through the crotch of his jeans. His hand was still down his pants as he continued to pump his cock.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

"Amazing," he groaned as he rubbed and squeezed his dick through his jeans, still watching the TV.. Spurt after spurt, filling my wifes thong and wetting my jeans. My back arching and twitching my eyes still on my new slutty wife.

"This is what you want and need. What Emily will do and enjoy."

As I came down from my amazing orgasm I was still staring at the picture but I heard Michelle panting and the familiar sound of squishy pussy play. I turned my head, still panting, my heart rate returned to normal. Michelle had one hand mauling her breast hard and the other under her skirt, obviously enjoying her juicy pussy. We locked eyes, she smiled at me, I blushed. She looked down at the cum stain on my jeans.

"Sit here next to me and put something on the TV again." she said as she removed both hands from her panties, and re-adjusted herself.

"But I need to go change." Aware of what I look like and the cold wetness spreading across my thong and jeans. I was suddenly very aware of the smell of sex, both of us with cum-soaked underwear wafting the aroma of sex into the air of this room. It was a mixture of my metallic, mineral scented cum and her sour, sweetness.

"Nope." Michelle said and just looked at me. We're going to sit here and watch TV both in our respective sex juices."

Oh gawd she really has read all my stories, knowing exactly what buttons to press. I sat next to her and quickly put something on the TV, really not paying attention to it. Michelle sat next to me in silence. She leaned close to me and used her hand to wipe some of her pussy juice over my lips, chin, cheeks.

"I expect you to wear my juice like this until tomorrow morning Chris. Will you do that for me?"

It's not really a question, and I instantly worried about everything that it entailed. "Yes," I answered as she pushed one of her wet fingers into my mouth.

"Good cucky, do you like the taste?" she asked.

I heard the front door open and she sat back, still next to me. "Well?" she asked as I tried to focus on the screen as Claire walked in and sat on a chair to my right.

"Yes" I quickly answered as I licked my lips.

"Evening Michelle." Claire acknowledged her before picking up her phone and pushing all her attention back into it. Michelle and Claire started a conversation that I couldn't focus on. I sat there with my soft cock covered in wet cum in a cold thong and an obvious wet patch on my jeans. I daren't get up. I could taste pussy juice, and could smell it along with my own cum. All the while burned into my head was the image of Emily doing God knows what with her work colleagues. Even if she was doing nothing it was the message that she was sending now. What will they all think?

I heard my name and looked over to see my daughter walking in. "Dad, mum says she's on her way back, and will be here in about ten minutes." I guess they've been texting, oh gawd what does that mean. Does she know, will she be getting changed before she comes in? Will Michelle still be here?

I replied "Cheers" and I looked over at Claire and smiled. Still in a trance, I looked back at the screen. I noticed Claire getting up and Michelle following her out of the room. My phone buzzed with a text message, "Stay there".

I turned the volume down trying to hear what they were saying and doing in the kitchen. But I couldn't hear anything. A few minutes later I heard a car pulling up, someone on the stairs, and then heels in the hallway. The front door opened. I heard Michelle and Emily chatting outside, the conversation sounded hushed. I guess Claire had gone upstairs then. I wanted to get up to look through the window and see what they were doing, but instead I looked down at my phone and decided to stay put.

Time passed and I heard the front door open and close again and then someone went up the stairs. I guessed it was Emily. Can I go up now? Why am I waiting? Why's she gone straight up? What's going on? I thought, staring at my phone.

Is that the shower I can hear? Where's Michelle gone? This is stupid, I got up and headed straight up stairs, still aware of my jeans mess. I walked straight into our bedroom. On the foot of the bed was Emily's entire outfit, clearly she had quickly jumped out of it. And yes I could hear the shower. Just as I was about to head to our en-suite to say good evening and check that everything is ok, I heard my phone Buzz. It was Michelle calling my mobile. I quickly and quietly answered it.

"Fuck the shit out of her, don't press for details, just make sure she knows she's hot and sexy. Got it?" she demanded.

"Michelle what happened?" I ask.

"Trust me Chris, it's all good. Just do what I've said, OK?"

"Yup, OK" and she's gone. I looked back at the pile of clothes and knew it's what she wore out. The mini-skirt in the pile looked even smaller now, almost like a belt. I felt my cock stiring again as I thought about it and I saw her thong in the pile. Before I could do anything the shower stopped. I decided to brave it.

"Hey babes, have a good time?" I called through the door, with no clue what to expect back.

Then I was surprised to hear, "Hey Chris yup" and the doors opened and a soaking but towel wrapped Emily appeared. She instantly noticed that I'm standing next to her clothes, gazing at them.. She quickly walked towards them and I stepped in front of her and grabbed her for a deep kiss. Partly to hide my jeans mess, and partly because I was all turned on again. Forgetting and then very quickly remembering Michelle's pussy juice on my lips! However she relented very quickly and I gave her a deep kiss with my hands roaming her body. I seem to have read this all wrong, she was clearly ready for action. But I had to know "Did you wear that.." I started to ask, but she took control and started kissing me again. Ok we're going this way, I thought, as I quickly started to strip off my jeans. Oh gawd the thong! I remembered.

She's going to... her hand went to my ass as my jeans dropped. She stopped dead feeling my bare ass. Withdrawing from the kiss I felt her hand find the thong material at the back. Making eye contact she simply raised an eyebrow and smirked. Did Michelle tell her?

"You dirty bugger," she smirked, and her lips were back on mine. I managed to slip the cum covered thong to the floor with my jeans, then she dropped her towel and pushed her body against mine. She must have been able to detect my damp crotch. I didn't know if I should bring it up. She pushed me back on the bed. I was naked from the waist down as I fell. Very quickly she straddled me and started to knee walk up the bed to my head. Soon I'm staring directly into her familiar pussy. "Eat me now you dirty sod," she commanded, as she lowered her pussy to my face and mouth. I instantly went to work, with my hands reaching up to grab her huge boobs. This is a usual position for us, we both love it.

I start licking, hoping she didn't notice the original wetness on my face. And hoping she couldn't taste it on my tongue. I'm hoping she'll trust me on this one. I get that she's been drinking, drunk? I can't tell, not a lot but enough. Maybe she'll think it's the same? A few minutes of great licking and I can hear Emily starting to moan and get more vocal. Then a "fuck yes", a "oh shit baby" and a "ohhhh" at the same time.

I can see beautiful boobs above me but it's her bush that I'm now really enjoying. God why did she shower when she came back? It suddenly hits me... she's slick and juicy. Lovely tasting, what I'm used to, but a bit different. Is there anything else there? My cock twitches at the thought? But I don't think I can taste anything, or is that why she showered? Is that why she went to gather the clothes off the bed. I just manage a second to try and ask during my licking "Did you..?" she cuts me off.

"Ohhhhummm gawd that's good Chris, make me cum hard." I can tell she's close already.

Then a few seconds later with my hands and mouth full she started to shudder and I know she's cumming hard. She gets wetter and I lick more, I felt her pussy twitch and clamp against my tongue. It was a short and hard orgasm. I remembered Michelle's command "fuck her hard". As Emily started to slow I helped her off my face, and she shuffled down the bed. I rolled on top of her between her legs. We started to kiss again, as my hard cock found her wet pussy, I easily slid inside. Oohhh she was slick and tight. I knew that after having cum earlier I could last a while longer now. I pictured her in her outfit and the proof that is lingering somewhere underneath us. I started to pound her pussy hard and deep, as deep as I could go. Her amazing tits flopped out underneath me.

Knowing just what I like, she used her arms to gather her floppy boobs together and brought them into one giant mound between us, making them as big and pillowy as possible. "Gawd you're such a sexy woman." I moaned at her through thrusts and grunts. We're usually quiet when we know Claire is home but both of us were not thinking straight for some reason. "You just love my huge juggs. Everyone loves my huge juggs," she whispers.

Is that a hint? God that brings me closer to cumming quickly. Should I ask more... should I be careful here? I wanted to explore more with her, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. God her pussy was slick and hot. She saved me by saying "I love you Chris" and she pulled my face into her cleavage. One of my favourite places in the world.

It doesn't take me long from there. And I fill her womb with my cum wondering if there's someone else's cum in there also, making my cock pulse harder with each pump.

We both come down from an amazing fuck. I just collapsed on her. We cuddled for a long time after that, just enjoying the closeness. Then the usual, catching our breath, kissing and then cleaning ourselves up. She cleared all of the clothing off the bed, clearly not wanting to talk about it. Whatever it was. My mind ran wild with the possibilities, the unknown.

As we settled into bed, she began texting. Michelle, would be my guess.

"Did you have a good team building session?" I ask her fishing for info.

"Yup, it was good."

"So did you have that mini-skirt on?" there it was. I know Michelle told me not to but I had to ask. I haven't gone too far, or have I?

She put her phone to one side "Yup, you like that don't you." as she flipped it to me.

Ok I can play that game. "Wow, you know I do. Well done Love. I bet you looked amazing in it. What made you want to wear it?" Although what I really wanted to say was "OMG infront of that lot?" but I didn't.

"Yup, I felt good. It was weird though." she looked at me quizzing as if unsure how far to go. Her eyes back to her phone. "Well we had the reward didn't we?" as she typed something to her friend.

"Ummm gawd yes," I replied. Reinforcement time, in case she needs it. "I think you're an amazingly sexy woman and I'm happy with.." how far do I go here? Then, a pause, then she saved me from saying it.

"Me being a wanton slut and cuckolding you." She looked up at me and smiled. We both laughed at the absurdity of it. And with that we kissed, turned the lights off, and we both lay down, thinking about the same thing.

What's changed, what's next, where will this lead? Do I really want this? My balls seriously ached as my cock started to go hard again. Oh god I need to be careful I don't screw this up. But what a way to go, as I started to drift off to sleep.