A Wife's Decent Ch. 04

The Speed of Changes

I noted a new attention to detail to Emily's personal grooming. She had a lot less hair around her pussy. She wasn't completely shaved, but she was neatly trimmed. It drove me wild, teasing her that it was "A slut trim for a slutty cunt.".

She laughed me off. It certainly seemed like she was wet for f******n hours out of the day now. My constant, eager attention worked wonders on her confidence and libido.

These last two weeks had been a wild ride, and tonight being another potential step on the ladder. I still couldn't get over the video of Emily masturbating in front of two men during a work visit. It was as if there was something inside her waiting to be unleashed. This sexual b**st inside her had clearly been there forever dormant and was only now being let free. Like it wanted to rapidly make up for lost time. Things were moving much quicker than I ever expected. And that's a good thing? Yes?

Even Claire, our daughter, could tell something was different, often catching us with a twinkle in your eyes. Yesterday she even dropped a, "Mum is acting like a total THOT," whatever that meant.

I even started to miss some of Michelles input. A few things appeared to have happened naturally without her guidance, and she was pleased with that. Michelle was especially pleased when she got to see the wanking video, even saying that she wasn't surprised at all. Then, unexpectedly, Michelle texted me about Saturday night, and she promised a surprise before she and Emily went out, but wouldn't say more.

My mind raced with wild possibilities.

Before they go

Saturday night finally rolled around. Nothing was particularly different from the week before, but somehow everything had changed. Emily was almost giddy. She seemed more confident, teasing me, but not revealing anything she knew about Michelle's plans.

Michelle arrived just before 7 and quickly whisked Emily away to our bedroom to start getting ready.

I waited around in the lounge for what seemed like ages. My condom covered cock, wondering what tonight would bring. My mind was filled with over-the-top fantasies, imagining them in a sixty nine, licking each other while getting ready for a slutty night out.

Dream on.

After what seemed like an age, I heard giggles coming from upstairs, then the sound of heels coming down the hallway.

I tried to hide the massive tent, up against the back of the sofa. Hearing Michelle say, "Trust me Emily, just follow my lead."

They appeared, Michelle was wearing a flowing green dress that came to just above the knee, with strappy white heels, and miles of cleavage on display. I couldn't help notice her lacy bra peeking out around the edges of her dress. Her makeup was bold and she wore a big set of hoop earrings.

I was plenty distracted, but then the other goddess entered the room. My heart and cock just about exploded. Emily's dress was both elegant and sexy with a tiny hint of sluttiness thrown in. It was a little black dress, clingy and sheer enough that I could make out the pattern of her bra through it. The scoop of the neckline combined with whatever bra she was wearing made her boobs look immense. Almost comically huge, utterly perfect. She wore a pair of black heels, taller than ones she would usually wear, and her make up and earrings matched Michelle's.

Somehow this woman was my wife and yet a completely different woman at the same time. She was putting her body on display, for the 3rd time in recent weeks.

My mouth must have dropped open with an audible gasp. Emily and Michelle both smiled, fully aware of the effect they'd had on him.

Suddenly, there was the blare of a horn from outside as the Taxi pulled up.

Michelle ignored it. "Emily tells me you have quite a thing for her panties. So we're going to play a quick game before we go out."

I felt sweat beading on my brow as I looked between Emily and Michelle. I wasn't quite sure what I had gotten myself into. I knew that Emily and Michelle really did share everything. In fact they'd obviously chatted about this very topic.

"Go with it honey, it'll be fun," Emily said. I could barely believe my ears, unsure what kind of spell Michelle had cast on Emily, but I definitely liked it. I nodded and couldn't stop my eyes from wandering over the many exposed parts of their bodies.

Michelle produced a tiny black thong from her handbag. "Recognize this?" She asked. I sure did, It was the thong Emily had worn the week before, which had clearly been washed.

She quizzed me "Is Emily going to wear this again? Or is she going to wear what she has on right now?... Or a third option, a surprise?".

"What does she have on now?" my throat suddenly feeling very dry.

They both smiled at me and I swear I could see Emily's nipples starting to get hard, even through her bra.

"Does Emily wear this again, what she has on right now or ...?"

The taxi horn blasted again.

My brain went into overload trying to weigh all the options. She could be wearing anything right now. Or nothing... maybe she had nothing on! I'm pretty sure I can't make out any panty lines. And what about the surprise? It looks like Emily is in on this. The previous thong of course had a history that I could feel stirring my loins.

"Um... uh... Surprise!" I blurted out.

A giggle "Told you," Emily said, with a smirk to Michelle.

Michelle threw the tiny thong at me. I nearly caught it, before dropping it on the floor.

Emily closed her eyes. I watched her take a deep breath, clearly still not sure this was a good idea. She opened her eyes again and looked over at Michelle. They both carefully reached under their dresses, their motions almost perfectly synchronized. Michelle's dress made it a little easier, but they both grabbed their knickers.

My cock throbbed and I sucked in a big breath as they started to wriggle them down. No way, were they both going to the club without knickers?

Emily watched Michelle, but Michelle was staring directly at me, a big grin on her face. Both sets of knickers appeared at their knees then down to their ankles and they quickly stepped out of them. I was giddy with excitement.

Then both women swapped knickers. My heart sped up, suddenly confused. I watched as they proceeded to step into the knickers that each other had just been wearing. I noticed Emily's hand shaking a little as she drew the knickers up her legs and into place. The tiny, transparent thong Michelle had just been wearing disappeared out of sight beneath her dress.

Michelle quickly pulled on Emily's black, lacy pair of knickers. They weren't quite a thong but were much more revealing than my wife typically wore.

I gasped and my cock swelled against the fabric of my pants. For a moment, I was afraid I was going to lose it. Although, I was glad to have the condom on to catch it if I did.

Emily and Michelle gave a quick wiggle of their hips to get them nicely in place and their dresses smoothed out against their skin. Michelle gave me a wink and then grabbed Emily's hand and dragged her to the door.

I heard Michelle say to Emily, clearly for my benefit, "Oooh you are turned on, aren't you?" as she gave a sort of hip wiggle and stoop. Did she just 'feel' Emily's dampness? There was a double giggle and then they were gone. Like before, but also, nothing like before.

"I can't believe we just did that," Emily said, with a chuckle. "Well, I can believe you just did that. I can't believe I just did that."

"Whatever," Michelle said, " I could tell you liked it."

Emily smirked, but didn't deny it. Michelle fished a little flask out of her purse and handed it to Emily.

"Yes, thank you, I could use a bit of that," Emily said, taking a big swig.

Michelle grinned, and took a drink herself.

Dancing with Nate

They weren't at the club long before Nate and Miles turned up.

"I didn't think it was possible, but you ladies are looking even more ravishing than last time," Nate said, kissing each of their hands.

Emily blushed a bit.

Miles went to order a round of drinks, but Nate pulled Emily toward the dance floor.

"Shouldn't we have a drink first?" Emily asked.

"Don't be silly," he said with a smile. "Drinks can wait when I have a dance partner as lovely as you."

He pulled her close and she sucked in a little breath. She felt his hand on her back and his chest up against hers.

Emily was nervous she wasn't drunk enough yet to be cutting loose, but to her surprise, she barely felt guilty at all. Even when she could feel Nate's erection pressing against her stomach. It started to remind her of the mall those few weeks ago.

She kept giggling, imagining how worked up Chris was going to be when he heard about it. But, that did not stop her from becoming turned on.

Miles and Michelle passed by with drinks in their hands and waved the two of them over to a table. They made their way over. Emily sat down in the booth and Nate slid in right beside her.

Michelle was whispering something in Miles' ear, which of course, instantly made Emily a little nervous.

Nate picked up a glass, looking into Emily's eyes. She slowly picked up a glass, clinking it against his. Then she took a big drink.

"I am so glad you came tonight," Nate said. "You're a fantastic dancer."

"Ohh, I am not," Emily said.

"Oh trust me, you are. And I must say, that dress looks absolutely mesmerizing on you."

"Oh stop..." Emily said, blushing and taking another drink. Feeling strangely bold "I know exactly what you're looking at.".

She felt his hand on her thigh. Her buxom heaved and Nate looked down with a grin.

"Mesmerizing," he said again.

Emily felt the lines of Chris' fantasies and her reality blurring together. She hadn't quite thought about how all the dirty talking out in the open would change things. A guilty conscience had always been a guardrail for her, in any conversation with flirty strangers. But, now that they had spent most of the week talking about Chris' fantasies, and even doing things she would have never imagined, she was feeling guilty.

She finished off the last of her cocktail. "How about we get another drink?" she asked, though she doubted more booze was likely to make anything less blurry.

"Sounds great."

Nate finished his drink and stood up, offering Emily his hand. They left Miles and Michelle making out in the booth and went over to the bar.

Emily leaned over the bar, looking for the bartender. Her boobs pushed up against her arm and the pressure on her sensitive nipples felt good. She froze as she felt Nate pressing up against her, his huge erection nestled in her ass.

She took a breath, but kept her cool. She slowly eased back onto her heels, which forced her to rub against his big member.

Nate reached over her and waved down a bartender. "Two gin and tonics," he said loudly.

Emily sucked in a breath, stuck between Nate and the bar and the bartender. She could swear she felt Nate thrust against her just a little.

"Sure thing," the bartender said. "Limes?"

Nate looked down at her and asked "You want lime?" as if his cock wasn't pressed all the way up against her ass.

Emily nodded up at him.

"Yeah," he told the bartender.

Emily's heart was beating fast, but Nate kept chatting, acting completely casual. Emily could feel her thighs getting wet. Michelle's thong was barely big enough to remind her it existed. She adjusted her posture slightly, and it made Nate grin.

While they were at the bar, Michelle started to text Chris to tease and prepare him for later. 'Chris I want you to make sure you fill that condom up before we get home. So wear it while your wife dances and flirts with this big black stranger.'

'Yes I will, what are you both doing right now?' he asked.

'Go check Emily's top draw of her night stand, there's a surprise or two in there for you.' Unbeknownst to Emily, Michelle had placed a full set of bra, panties, stockings and suspenders while they were both getting ready.

'Only rule is for you to fill up at least one condom before we get back. Everything else is up to you.' Michelle texted him.

'Oh gawd, Mistress. I've found it all ... what should I do?'

'Think of some of your stories. Surprise me.'

Then the bartender appeared with their drinks. Nate paid the man and they took the drinks back over toward the table, but Michelle caught her arm and pulled her toward the bathroom.

"Miles wants us to go back to his place. I want to. I am so worked up," Michelle said.

"What? No. That is a bad idea," Emily replied.

"Well I can fuck him in the car park if you want?" Michelle smirked.

"I bet you would too, if I wasn't around. Hah."

"If you weren't here I'd be on my way back to Miles' place to enjoy both of them." She sneered at Emily.

"Yeah I bet."

"Ok, I'd be one step away from air tight with a black cock deep in my pussy and mouth at the same time. Would that be better, miss high and mighty?" she said, looking Emily right in the eye.

Emily's eyes bulged and her cheeks reddened. She started to picture it, then shook her head.

"Not that I haven't done this before and more," Michelle mocked. "I bet you'd love to feel air tight wouldn't you? A huge cock in every hole at the same time. It feels amazing, you know."

"Michelle please stop." Emily was almost panting.

"Why? Your pussy sucking that thong up? My thong? Just dying to get filled?" the taunts continued. "Has some of my slutty pussy juice gotten into you? Has it started to change you? Do you need to go back into a stall and wank yourself?" Michelle clearly referenced Emily's work episode.

Emily gasped but didn't reply. She couldn't.

"Oh you like that idea ... my pussy juice, really? I'll have to remember that, and remember to share more with you in the future." Emily looked a little frightened. "Don't worry, I promise that nothing will happen to you. I just need some cock, and Miles is great. We'll only be there for an hour or so and then you'll be back to Chris before you know it. Come on, it'll be fun. You and Nate can chat, cuddle, whatever." and she winked at her.

Emily took a few big breaths. "You promise that I won't have to do anything and we won't be long?"

"Honestly Emily, anyone would think I was trying to turn you into some sort of slut. What on earth would Chris think?"

That brought a smile to Emily and she laughed. "Hah, what on earth would he think? Okay, let's go."

"Good. You can hold my hand while I cum on his big black cock."

Emily's eyes went wide. Michelle took Emily's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'm serious about all of that." Michelle started pulling her toward the door.

Hand Holding

Nate drove and they were at Miles' place quick enough. Nate was a perfect gentleman apart from his hand on Emily's thigh, half on her skin and half on her dress. This was the second time in 2 days a stranger's hand was resting on her thigh. She looked at his dark, large hand resting on her, very different from Terry's. Her mind again in turmoil over remembering what she did in front of Terry and that other man. Her eyes drifted over to the impressive bulge in his pants.

The sounds coming from the back seat were enough to keep Emily aroused. They could have easily been mistaken for the sounds of full on fucking, but from what Emily could see in the mirror, they were doing something just short of it.

Miles' place was nothing special, smart enough, not particularly big and in a part of town that Emily had never really spent time in before.

They arranged themselves in a lounge area next to a kitchen. Some form of cocktail appeared in Emily's hand and she happily sipped at it. Music was playing and they all danced, until Michelle really started going in for the kill, grinding her ass hard against Miles. Emily watched as he reached around, grabbing Michelle's big tits.

After a time, Nate sat down on a chair and put the TV on, turning the music down. Emily went over and sat next to him. Nate leaned round and planned a soft kiss on her lips. It sent bolts of arousal through her body, it scared her being this close to him.

Emily leaned forward to taste Nate's lips again, but that wasn't to be. Miles took one of Michelle's hands and she reached out quickly and grabbed Emily's hand and started to drag her along in what looked like a pre-sex-conga-line.

Emily turned to Nate looking for help or support as she was dragged away. He smiled at her, gave her a wink and looked back at the sport on the tv. "Michelle what... " She started to panic. "You said..."

"Don't panic honey, come on," Michelle said, drawing in a big breath.

In the small bedroom that they ended up in, Michelle nudged Emily onto the bed without a word and dropped her purse in Emily's lap. Michelle started to passionately kiss Miles, really wrapping her body around his.

Emily had nowhere to look but directly at the couple, all hands, lips, and moaning.

Miles laid Michelle down on the bed and pushed his tongue down her throat. He squeezed one of her big tits and his other hand worked its way between her thighs. She spread her legs wide to give him access, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.

Michelle let out a moan into his mouth as he started to work his fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He didn't even remove Michelle's knickers, he just pushed them to one side. Emily went to get up. She wanted to escape, and give her friend some privacy. Michelle detected the movement and reached over and took Emily's hand.

Emily's heart was pounding. She sat, frozen, clutching Michelle's purse. Every little motion of the two lovers beside Emily jostled her slightly.

Miles slid down Michelle's body and off the bed, onto his knees. He pushed her dress up and pulled her panties to the side. Michelle gasped as he pushed his tongue deep inside her.

"Oh Jesus," Michelle said, closing her eyes for a moment. "His tongue feels so good."

Emily took a deep breath and slowly relaxed the muscles in her arm. Emily couldn't get over watching this live porn show. Here she was sitting on the bed watching her best friend getting licked out. She could feel her nipples aching and pulsing, but she couldn't reach for them. If she showed how much this was affecting her, well who knows where this could lead. And she wasn't ready for that, for this yet.

Michelle looked at her. "All you have to do is watch, I promise. You can watch, right?"

Michelle's hips twitched and she sucked in a breath. Emily felt Michelle squeezing her hand a little tighter as Miles started to focus on that clit.

"Oh fuck that feels amazing," Michelle said.

Emily's chest rose and fell. She couldn't look away. Miles' had his face buried in her best friend's pussy, and by the looks and sounds of it, was doing a pretty good job.

Emily's pussy ached to be touched. The thong she was wearing was completely drenched.

"Fuck you are good at that," Michelle said.

Miles lifted his head with a big grin, his lips and chin glistening. "You think that's good? Just wait 'til we start fucking."

"I don't wanna wait." With her free hand she grabbed his collar. She pulled him up onto the bed, kissing his wet lips.

He grinned, pulling her big tits out of her dress. He grabbed one and Michelle let out a little moan. Then she kissed him again.

Miles quickly worked his pants off. Emily let out a gasp. His cock looked absolutely massive in his black boxer-briefs.

Michelle grinned, rubbing her hands over it.

"It is so big," Emily said.

Michelle laughed and watched. "Just you wait," She said as she slowly pulled down his boxers, freeing his massive, black cock.

"Jesus!" Emily said. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. She'd seen porn before with Chris, and those were often big hard cocks. But having one in front of you, within arms reach was something completely different. It was twitching at both ladies, almost winking at them. Emily couldn't help herself but compare it to Chris's cock. She guessed that it was a good half a length longer and a fair bit wider. She knew that Chris had a wide cock, but this just looked more magnificent. It was already slightly shiny at the tip, clearly getting ready for its job, slipping inside a tight pussy. Michelles tight pussy. Then Emily noticed his balls, now they were really different. Chris's were maybe the size of g****s and were always close to his cock. These were large golf balls dangling down, swaying.

Miles smiled, letting out a sigh as Michelle slowly stroked his thick cock.

"... Is that really going to fit inside you?" Emily couldn't take her eyes off the huge cock.

"Yes." Michelle looked over at Emily. "And pretty soon it'll fit inside you too."

Emily breathed quicker as she started imagining trying to fit Miles' cock inside her. Michelle gave her hand a squeeze. "Find him a rubber from my purse. We're not all built for babies, you know." Michelle gave Emily a strange glare that hit Emily's core. She knew of Chris' deepest fantasy and clearly Michelle knew it too. That scared Emily. Fantasy is one thing, but sitting in front of a real black cock containing huge deposits of baby making sperm is another thing entirely.

Emily slowly opened the purse. It wasn't hard to find one. In fact, Michelle's purse seemed to be about half filled with condoms. She picked up a condom, her hand shaking.

Emily held the condom out and Michelle giggled. "Oh, find him an extra large, hon," Michelle said, slowly stroking the huge cock. "That one will never fit."

Emily nodded, digging through the purse again. She soon found an extra large condom. Michelle took the condom and ripped the package open with her teeth. Emily watched as Michelle rolled the condom down Miles' huge cock, at an achingly slow pace.

"God, I need this big, black cock inside me," Michelle said as she laid back on the bed. But, her eyes weren't on Miles, she was watching Emily. Gauging each breath and little glance.

Miles' massive cock throbbed in Michelle's hand as she directed it towards her now dripping pussy. He seemed to be enjoying having an audience. He gave Emily a little wink. "Emily, I want you to watch this. Ummmm" she moaned as his cock started to slowly move around her pussy lips in preparation. "Don't take your eyes off his cock as he puts it inside me. Notice the difference in our skin colour and how long he is, how deep it's going to go."

Michelle let out a moan as Miles slowly started to push into her. She gripped Emily's hand tighter as his big black cock began to stretch her pussy.

Emily sucked in quick breaths, her eyes fixed on the massive cock. Miles let out a sigh, with each slow thrust he gave her, each one taking him a little deeper, stretching Michelle's pussy a little more.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck, he is so big!" Michelle gasped, gripping Emily's hand. "Oh god... oh, his cock feels amazing."

Emily couldn't help but notice each little gasp and moan. Every little tremor and shake. The way her pussy gripped so tightly around him. Emily had never seen another woman having sex before, and with Michelle's hand holding her's she felt part of it. Watching Michelle's pussy lips tightly stretching, almost more than she'd imagined possible. Watching the huge cock sliding deeper into her friend with each push.

Michelle started writhing on the bed. She panted and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Emily's free hand u*********sly drifted to her own nipple, lightly rubbing it. She sucked in short breaths. She squirmed on the bed, beside them, her pussy aching for relief. She wished she could run off to the bathroom and rub her clit like she was trying to start a fire, but Michelle gripped her hand tight.

Miles let out a groan and he started to fuck her faster. He leaned down, kissing her deeply.

Emily could feel her friend's hand begin to tremble as she started to orgasm. Michelle wrapped her other arm around Miles' neck. She kissed him again and again, her nostrils flaring.

Emily let out a sigh as she squeezed her thighs together, tightly. Her huge tits rose and fell as Michelle's hand trembled in hers.

Miles started to thrust faster.

"Oh jesus... OH JESUS!" Michelle screamed, her whole body shaking.

Miles grunted and gave her a few more powerful thrusts. Emily thought he might cum, but instead, he slowed down. He pulled back until just the head of his thick cock was still inside her. Michelle sucked in big breaths.

"Oh god..." she moaned as he started pushing into her again.

He slowly pushed deep inside of her, then pulled out and started again.

"Oh god..." she said again, panting. "God, Emily, his cock is amazing."

A few more slow thrusts brought Michelle right to the edge. She started to shake, gripping him and Emily's hand tighter.

"Oh yeah, cum for me, baby," Miles said, starting to fuck her harder.

Michelle wailed as her pussy spasmed on his thick black cock. Miles didn't slow down and Emily watched as her best friend came again and again until Miles finally buried himself in her well-used pussy and erupted.

Miles and Michelle laid there for a minute and she slowly caught her breath. She finally let go of Emily's hand and started kissing Miles tenderly.

"Thank you so much for giving me your amazing cock..." she said with a smirk. "And for showing Emily what she's missing."

Emily froze at being mentioned, her hand dropping from her breast.

Michelle kissed him again and he slowly pulled out of her. She whimpered as he slid from her.

The extra large condom hung down from his extra large black cock, ballooned with a huge load of cum. Emily couldn't help staring. It looked obscene, how full it was. It was so much more than when Chris came.

Emily watched as Michelle wrapped her hands around his cock, carefully peeling the condom off and tying a knot in it.

Michelle looked at the condom for a moment, then held it out to Emily. "Can you put this in my purse for me?"

"... Why?" Emily asked, really not wanting to touch it. It had her friend's juice on one side and a countless number of sperm on the other.

Michelle shrugged. "You'll see."

Then it was in Emily's hand. At first she jiggled it like a slimy, sloshing hot potato. She cringed, but she couldn't stop staring at it. It felt heavy in her hand.

...

When they finally left in a cab it was nearly three in the morning. Michelle had a grin on her face and a glassy look in her eye.

"... Didn't it hurt?" Emily asked.

Michelle looked over at Emily. "Only a little at first. But then you are completely overwhelmed by pleasure."

"Oh I could tell you were overwhelmed by pleasure," Emily said with a chuckle.

Michelle smirked. "You want to be overwhelmed, too, don't you?"

Emily drew in a big breath "Oh god no, too big, married, Chris, Claire, wrong ... " she babbled.

"We just need to get you a dildo to practice with," Michelle said, with an evil smile.

"I have a dildo!" She quickly quieted herself as she realized how loud she had been talking.

Michelle laughed. "No, I mean a real dildo. I want you to be ready to be overwhelmed."

Emily's breath was getting quicker. If she hadn't been so worked up from watching Michelle cum again and again, she would have dismissed the idea outright. "Oh... I couldn't."

"You could. And imagine how excited Chris would be."

Emily couldn't help imagining the way Chris' face would light up if she got a new dildo.

"We'll swing by my place first. I have plenty," Michelle said with a chuckle.

"I don't want one of your used dildos," Emily said.

"Calm down, it has been thoroughly washed... maybe," Michelle winked at her and gave the driver her address. "I promise, it will just be a moment," she told him as she and Emily hurried inside.

They came back outside in a minute. The driver gave them a knowing smile. The thick head of a black dildo was sticking out of Emily's purse. Emily could have died when he noticed.

Michelle gave her one last hug, lingering just out of earshot from the cabbie. "You did good tonight," she said.

"I can't believe you got me to go along with this," Emily said.

"I can. Cause deep down, I know you really like it... Oh, I almost forgot." Michelle pulled out the little condom sperm balloon out of her purse and tucked it into Emily's purse.

"What is that for?" Emily asked.

"Give it to Chris when you get home," Michelle said with a smirk.

"... What is he supposed to do with it?"

"Nothing. I just want him to get used to you bringing him home a stranger's cum," she said with a giggle.

"You are the worst," Emily said, turning and climbing into the cab.

...

I was waiting at the door for her. I hadn't heard from Michelle for a while, so my mind had been running wild.

"What happened?" grinning, looking over Emily as she walked in the front door. I noticed the huge dildo sticking out of her purse and almost choked with excitement. "... And where did that come from?"

Emily took my hand. She was tired but still saturated with pent up arousal "Take me up to bed and put your tongue in me and I will tell you all about it."

"Yes, ma'am!" and I pulled her toward the stairs.

Laying her on the bed, "God, you look amazing. I am so horny!", kissing her neck. I then moved lower, pushing up her dress.

"Me too," Emily said.

"... Oh, I can tell," as I grin at her. Slowly peeled off the soaking thong that Michelle had been wearing at the very beginning of the night. My cock throbbed as my mind raced with every filthy possibility. "Good lord, what happened tonight."

I instantly lowered my mouth to her pussy, licking up her juices.

Emily moaned. "... I, uh... watched Michelle. Get fucked."

Wow, looking up at her, my eyes wide, my face already slick. "Really?!", I quickly went back to her slick pussy.

She nodded, "A hung, black guy."

I couldn't help but let out a little moan into her pussy and licked even faster.

"God... he was so big. Just like one of your porn videos."

Gripping her thighs pushing my tongue deeper inside.

Emily sucked in quick breaths. "And she came so many times..."

Moaning into her pussy and holding her legs tighter and licked her faster. My hips starting to move against the bed, groaning, but I didn't stop licking.

Emily was breathing hard. "... Did you just lose it?"

Nodding against her pussy and she let out a moan.

"Mmm... you love hearing about me watching Michelle... take a big, black cock, don't you?"

"Ohh, yes!" licking wildly at her clit.

Her hips bucked against his face as she started to moan with orgasm. "Oh god! That's it!"

I kept licking and held on tight, slowly easing off. Her legs trembled and she slowly caught her breath. She looked over and noticed the laptop and two little tied off condoms on Chris' nightstand.

"... Oh, I almost forgot. There's something else in my purse for you." She rolled over and pulled out the filled condom.

Not sure if I wanted to or why I did but I did hold out my hand and she dropped it into his palm. This sperm balloon was bigger than my two little condoms put together.

"Is this...?" I couldn't help but ask.

Emily nodded with a chuckle. "Michelle said she wanted you to get used to me bringing you home cum."

"Jeezzz" my balls churned and was suddenly almost completely erect again.

Emily shook her head with a smirk. "I knew that would get your dirty mind worked up."

"... You know we still haven't tried that dildo."

"I'm exhausted," Emily said. "But, tell you what. Tomorrow night, if you can lick me to an orgasm without losing it against the mattress in your condoms, you can try that dildo on me."

That sounded like a good deal, and my grin showed it.

"Very slowly," she added.

Danger Condom

I really couldn't sleep. There were too many amazing changes going on in my marriage. The years of fantasy were starting to become real. How far did I want it to go, how far would Emily let it go? Was she really doing it all for me? How much was she enjoying it, was it all for me? She was clearly enjoying it, or was she just saying that?

Thinking about all my dirty fantasies, my mind jumped to a vision of a nearly naked Emily sitting sideways on our sofa. Just wearing a pair of panties, her elbow on the arm rest, her huge milk filled breasts sitting on a heavily pregnant belly. She had a different glow about her, a confident sexual position. Proud of sitting there naked, her pierced nipples and tattoos were exclaiming her sexuality. Not a worry in the world about what anyone thought or cared. A satisfied, regal look on her face, her attention to her mobile screen, maybe chatting with a boyfriend or Michelle.

With that vision burned into my mind and my dick throbbing, I opened my eyes after feeling a light coming on in the dark in our bedroom. Quickly realising it was my mobile. A text from Michelle, in fact, it was a few texts.

'So Chris, your demure wife watched a big black cock working its magic, first hand. Did she tell you about it? Do you think she enjoyed it? Did she give you your present? Don't tell me you're both asleep already? Oh how boring.'

'I felt like I could have talked Emily into riding a black cock tonight. In fact, I nearly did exactly that.'

That last text was the one that lit the screen up. I quickly replied 'Hey Michelle, I'm here but Emily is spark out. Yup, I have received your surprise, it's very big.' Looking over at the dildo that I could just about see it in the dark on Emily's bed side table next to the condom pile.

'Oh hi there, Mr. Nearly Cuckold. You're talking about the dildo, it's not that big. Well it is the largest I have but that's not even that big. I was talking about the creamy surprise.'

Oh that surprise, I looked over at it. 'Oh yes, that also.'

'So what do you think about it, the cum delivery?' she asked, quickly followed by, 'Feel it.'

I carefully reached across Emily and picked it up by the knot. It was much heavier than my used condoms. It now felt cool to the touch. Using my other hand I slowly typed out 'It's much heavier than I expected.'

'What are you going to do with it?' came the question I had sort of thought about. Maybe that was why I was still awake, wondering about it. She didn't wait for my reply, clearly enjoying the thrill of teasing me.

'You could put the condom on.' Oh god I'd never even thought of something like that.

'Or you could taste and swallow it.' That may have crossed my mind, a little bit.

'Or you could share some with Emily.' That I didn't really understand.

We then cross texted. Me with 'Share with Emily, she's sleeping?'

Then Michelle with 'Or you could just bin it.' The bin it idea wasn't going to happen now was it.

'Well you want Emily to have black cum inside her soon don't you? You want to clean her slutty pussy from a dirty cream pie don't you?' I throbbed at what she was saying. All other options appeared to be forgotten about already.

My previous vision was coming back to me. 'Yes' was all I could reply.

'Then pour the contents either directly into your mouth or onto Emily's pussy and then lick it up.' At that thought I nearly came right there. 'Tell me when you've done it, I'll wait for you.'.

OK, this is kinky, this is naughty, this is spectacular, I thought. With my phone to one side, I carefully pulled the duvet cover off of Emily, knowing just how to do so, so as not to make her grab it and pull back. She was already lying on her back. So I shuffled down the bed making my way towards her panty covered pussy with the package in hand.

She moaned and wriggled in her sleep as I moved her onto her back and opened her legs, "It's OK love, stay sleeping and enjoy," I whispered. Because we had played this game before, I knew that she would either pretend to sleep or she would be half awake. She didn't know that there was a twist to it this time. I was between her legs looking down at the crotch of her knickers tightly pulled across her pussy. I could smell her slightly sour, and sweet scent as I untied the knot in the condom. It was ready, so in one hand I held the top closed tightly and with the other hand I pulled her knickers away from her pussy and stretched them downward, creating a gap. With my hands shaking I brought the condom close, and slowly hovered its opening to rest just above her pussy, and I tipped it upward. It didn't feel warm, it felt completely cool, but my heart was racing. I could see the cum approaching the opening of the condom, the liquid bubbling slightly.

She made a small moaning noise as a few drops of cum slowly slid out and ran down her slit and into her hair. I waited a few seconds for a little more to drip out and then I slowly released the condom, holding onto one end with my finger at its tip. I then let go of the panties leaving the opening of the condom underneath the band of her panties. I squeezed the condom empty, like I was emptying a toothpaste tube. Once my job was done I left the now empty condom against her body and reached for my phone. As I stared down at the empty condom, firmly in place, I couldn't believe what I was doing, or that it was working.

FLASH

Damn! I forgot the auto flash was on, the picture was amazing though, but she stirred again.

"What.." she said breathy, as I interrupted quickly putting my finger against her pussy lips over her panties and slowly massaged them.

"Shhhh," I whispered, and started to work on her. I could feel the cold cum on the other side of her panties starting to soak through them. I chucked my phone away and I moved my face down close to her, within just centimeters of her pussy. I could smell it. Her wonderful pussy smell and the smell of cum. Another male's cum on my wife's pussy.

I stopped massaging her lips and pulled her panties to the side and moved my body forward. This was it, I opened my mouth and put my lips against her cum slicked cunt.

I tasted him.

I tasted her.

I tasted them together.

My cock throbbed.

I ran my tongue down her slit, feeling the layer of cum that had settled there. My tongue then moved over it, licking it up. I pulled her lips open, looking down to admire Emily's glistening wet pussy. I ran my tongue down her slit again, this time gathering more cum on my tongue, savoring the stranger's cum on my wife's pussy. This cum had come out of him, but now it was on her, inside her pussy. Taste it, I thought.

I paused for a second, looking up at her sexy face before I covered my teeth with my lips and slipped it into my mouth, the whole time I was looking into her sleepy eyes. It was quite bitter, almost like salt, but had an acidy sort of taste to it. I swallowed it. "Mmmm."

I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out and really got a taste. "Ummmm" she moaned as she began to feel my tongue. I started to spread the cum around, really working it around the entire area. Slurping, licking, sniffing, swallowing. One of her hands reached for the back of my head and she brought her knees up spreading her legs wider. This opened her pussy more for me, and more for the stranger's cum to seep into her. This drove me wild and I started licking and teasing her more. She responded with a "God Chris ... ummmm".

I then dove into her pussy, licking all over her lips, around her clit, into her pussy hole, trying to taste as much of the cum as I could. Her cunt tasted delicious, still had her taste, but also had a new flavour. The act alone made me feel like I was cheating on her. Yet, I didn't stop kissing, the feeling of lips against lips, my lips against her pussy lips. I could feel the cool cum on them, and I was kissing it. It was crazy, it was crazy, I was kissing my wife's pussy, smearing it in cum, sucking on it. I was loving every second.

It didn't take long before she was bucking, hips twitching, back spasming. Her pussy and thighs were soaked, my chin and lips were soaked. I pulled back, put her panty crotch back in order and admired her as much as I could in the darkness. My heart was pounding, and my cock was throbbing, thinking about what I'd just done. I had just crossed a line without her knowledge.

What happened next took me by surprise, Emily's hand moved my face up towards hers and she kissed my lips. She didn't know what was in my mouth as I kissed her, my face was still wet with her cum, and his cum, and she had no idea. It was an amazing feeling. I returned her kiss, kissing her with all the passion I could muster. Her lips parted my lips and her tongue invaded my mouth. I could taste him again, I could taste his cum in my wife's mouth. She was kissing me, and she still didn't know. My cock was about to burst, but I had to hold it in. I had to hold it in. At that moment it felt like time had frozen, but then she broke the kiss. She moved her hand down to my cock and gave a gentle squeeze.

"I want you to cum," she whispered.

"I already have," I replied, hoping that would 'cover' me.

I smiled back, and realised again that she didn't know what I had just done. She didn't know I'd sucked another man's cum out of her pussy. I had just gotten away with something naughty and incredible. I felt a rush of nervous excitement course through my body. Carefully, I reached down and pulled the empty condom from underneath the waistband of her panties and hid it in my right fist. I lay back on the pillow pulling her to me. She snuggled into my chest, hearing my heartbeat. Her head rested on my chest.

"Where are you?" she whispered.

"Here, with you," I replied.

"You're all I think about," she said.

"You're all I think about," I said.

She then went quiet, and there was silence between us, save for the sound of her breath and the sound of my heartbeat. I was thinking about it. The thought of what I had done and what I was doing. It felt like a moment of truth. The vision from earlier was popping back into my head, even though I knew it wasn't possible this way. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed to do.

She had to get black bred.

She has a plan

My mobile rang whilst I was at work, it was Michelle and she didn't surprise me launching straight into it "We need to get a cock inside your wife as soon as possible.".

I chuckled, glad I didn't answer on speaker phone. "Good afternoon Michelle.".

"Yer yer, we need to get her riding a big fat juicy cock that isn't yours and isn't plastic."

I had to agree with her, but her urgency was troubling, "Why the sudden hurry, I thought the entire point of all this was to move her forward slowly but surely?"

He laughed "Her holier than thou attitude needs fixing. I need to see her having a quivering orgasm, while a stranger blasts their cum deep inside her.".

"Oh" was about all I could manage there. She sounded pissed off, I wasn't sure that was a good thing. "You ok Michelle?".

She sighed "Yer, it's just getting to me a bit." another sigh before she rambled. "It's just that she's ever tried it. She doesn't understand the pleasure, the fun. She keeps talking herself backwards but then nicely moves forward only to be backwards again. I feel that once she's done it, the flood gates will be open. She doesn't know what she's missing out on." another sigh "That body of hers is just begging for attention, you know?".

Oh yes I knew alright "God yes I know. But if we move too fast?".

"Yer I thought that we'd just slowly move a long bit at a time. We are making good progress but I feel like she might be building a stronger brick wall from the actual act. If that makes sense?"

It did. "Yer I think I know what you're talking about." I was about to add something when she continued.

"I think we need to put her in a position where she has no choice. Take her away from you and me."

There was silence on the line as we both thought about that idea. Terry popped into my head and his weekend thing he wanted to do. "Terry?"

"What are you thinking?" she asked me.

I wasn't really thinking it just popped into my head. However, my brain was moving quickly "Didn't Emily tell us that he wanted to take her away for a weekend or something, the cottage." Again another pause, I think she wanted me to continue, so I did "We could let her go with him and well?".

"You think she'd have actual intercourse with him?" I thought I heard a smirk in her voice.

It sounded strange her saying intercourse like that. I'd never heard her use that word. "I dunno, maybe yes." and I thought about it a but more. She'd already shown everything off to him. There was something about him that had her attention, made her naughty. "Yer I think so."

"You ok with that?"

"What?"

"The thought that you'd be sending her off to literally go and have sex with someone else?"

I didn't need to ponder that one. "Yes" I breathed into the phone.

"Ummmm, didn't he say that he'd have friends?" Damn yes, he did didn't he. She had a good memory. And she surprised me with "Actually that's a good thing."

"Eh?"

"Think about it. She'll bust her bubble in an extreme way."

"What?"

"They'll likely gangbang the slut." oh yes she definitely smiled at that thought. I could hear it through the phone. "What a perfect introduction to her becoming a hotwife." Jeezzzuesss I did like the sound of that. "And you a cuckold." Ohhh god I really did like the sound of this idea.

"Yesss, I." I didn't know what to say.

She giggled "They'll need condoms though. We need to save the bareback moment don't we Chris?".

I didn't 100% know what she was on about but yes protection was sensible. "Yer"

"Ok I'll make it happen. You just make sure that she knows that you expect her to have sex with them while she's there." Jeezzzuss really "You got that?"

"Yer"

"We also need to get her more into showing off her body and I have an idea for that."

"Oh"

She simply giggled and hung up.

Spa Day

It was a beautiful Sunday lunchtime and we were sitting on a veranda in a very upscale hotel enjoying a light lunch. Michelle had booked it all at my expense, saying that it was a day for us 3 to relax and to get pampered. However, no amount of persuading could get me into the pampering suite. It wasn't something that I could relax doing. A compromise was for me to exercise while the ladies were oiled, massaged and spa'ed, whatever all that meant.

I had a feeling that Michelle was at first a little irritated that I wouldn't join them for the pampering but she quickly got over it and ended up moving us to this location for the day. I detected that she wanted to move her showing my wife's body off forward and though I wanted that to happen, massage just isn't my thing.

We'd finished our refreshments and Michelle was very much clock watching. She wouldn't let on what or why though but she didn't smirk when we saw some 20 or so big young men walking through the grounds in their rugby gear. I guess heading for a practice game or something? She passed comments to Emily about them, the hunks they were and how they should get to know them. That simply motivated me more about the gym and becoming more of a hunk myself, so I decided it was time for me to get in there.

"Text me when you're done in the gym and heading to the shower." Michelle instructed me as I stood up to leave them both.

"Eh?"

"Just do as you're told." smirking at me. I looked across to my wife and she simply shrugged her shoulders, clearly as in the dark as I was.

"No worries." and giving Emily a quick kiss on the cheek.

"And this is important." Michelle's face was serious, I listened "When you're done, you need to shower for a good 15 to 20 minutes. Stay in there and enjoy it for at least 10 minutes." I nodded and she pushed the point "At least 15 minutes." I nodded again, confused but not needing to argue. The gym and pool were calling.

The Shower

Standing in the shower in my shorts I had a quick look around. It was a huge room, with some 20 shower heads around the walls. It was rather fancy, all marble and gold trim. It went with the entire place nicely.

All three of the other men already in here were naked. Two facing me with their cock and balls just dangling there and one had his back to me. Clearly naked was the done thing here, I was happy to join in, comfortable with my cock size and body.

Another two men joined us with the obligatory nod to one of the others and they grabbed a space and started to shower. They too had their junk out, I felt quite relaxed and wondered why on earth Michelle had told me to be in the shower for 20 minutes.

I nearly fell over when 'she' appeared. Yes, my wife walked in. Now I knew this wasn't somewhere a woman was supposed to be. It was clear this was men's only but here she was. She was wearing a nice black one piece swimsuit with high cut thighs. However the rest of us were all naked.

She almost cat walked past me to a free shower space at my 3 o'clock position, turning the tap for the water to flow before turning to face the 6 of us and simply smiled. This place was fancy enough that I expected someone to tell her to get out but she smoothly looked at each of us in turn smiling. It was almost a check of 'ok with me being here?' we each nodded back at her. Obviously, no one was going to object at this stage. She didn't let on that she knew me.

The water cascaded down her back as she stepped backwards under the flow letting it run over her head and down her hair. This caused her to close her eyes. And what she did next nearly gave me a heart attack. My wife ran her hands over her face and through her hair before bending one arm and using her other free hand grabbed the shoulder of her suit, pulling her arm through it.

She was going to take her suit off!

She opened her eyes and looked down at her body as her arm came free from the suit. She then did the same with the other shoulder before smoothly and without a second of hesitation simply pulled the suit down over her boobs, her stomach, her thighs to the floor. Quickly picking it up, turning and putting it onto a hook behind her. Before she turned back to what I confirmed was 6 sets of eyes looking directly at her.

I instantly had a problem developing. I was about to have a boner in this public shower in front of these other men. However as quickly as I worried, I realised I wasn't going to be the only one with that problem. Without making it too obvious I could see 5 other cocks starting to get longer and edging their ways upwards. We were in it together.

Just as I was about to look back at my wife, when I turned towards the sound of a lot of laughter and noise. It was another load of other men joining us. These were some of the rugby boys, I could tell from their mud covered bodies. They were all naked and all brutes. As they entered the showers and saw my wife, silence hit them. They looked around among themselves and then at us already showering to see what was up. We all smiled, they sort of shrugged and stepped in with us.

There were now 14 of us in the showers and everyone was naked. There were 13 cocks, one pair of boobs and one pussy. It was surreal, like something out of a teenage high school movie. But there was nothing teenage or comical about this. All the boys here were men, big strong men. All the cocks were serious and getting more so as they took in my wifes feminine, curvy body.

She happily stood there enjoying the hot water cascading over her with her. She didn't look embarrassed, she didn't try to hide anything. We could all see the weight of her breasts as they swayed and jiggled with each of her subtle movements. We could all see her trimmed pussy clearly displaying her lips. However, if Michelle had talked her into this she was getting her wish 'to make my wife happier with showing off her body'.

It was getting a little more cramped now with nearly all the showers taken. Everyone was washing down and rinsing off, no one saying anything and no one wanting to leave. Everyone nervously looking between each other and then back at my wife. There were now two men either side of Emily, both still quite dirty. The water slowly washing them clean.

My cock throbbed rock hard, pointing to the sky. My balls ached at this amazingly brazen act by my sexy woman. I and probably all the men in here would have had the same reaction to any woman with a body like hers in this space. But it meant more to me knowing that she was my wife.

Every single one of the cocks was now either aimed at the sky or very quickly getting there. This was the first time I had visibility of cocks like this. I wasn't interested, more surprised at the variety of them. Every one was a different shape, length, width, colour, they even all bent differently. Also the balls were all very different, and they didn't necessarily match the cock. Some very low hanging huge balls were attached to average looking dicks. There was only one stand out, huge, low hanging balls and a long, thick cock that didn't appear to be able to point to the sky. Just too much flesh I guess. That man was one person away from my wife.

The two men either side of Emily were turning this way and that to cover themselves with water. Trying not to be too obvious with the woman in between them both.

My wife on the other hand just stood there with the water cascading over her body, but her eyes were locked at cock level looking around the room. She was very obviously staring and taking them all in. A woman's body doesn't give away that it's aroused like a mans but her face certainly was telling us all that she was excited. I again thought of how the hell had Michelle managed to talk her into this, how on earth did she remove her suit so easily, how on earth was she just standing there letting this happen.

The air was so sexually charged but I somehow also knew this wasn't about to turn into a gang bang. This place was simply too up scale for that. Everyone was too polite.

I was surprised when the man on my wife's left simply asked her "Want to help Ms?" and he nodded at the soap dispenser between them both.

Without a moment's hesitation, Emily nodded at him and we heard an angelic "Of course honey, my pleasure." and a huge smile. She turned her body, her boobs swaying with the movement, to get some soap onto her hands. He then turned his back to her and she laid her hands onto this man's back.

I'd swear half the room took a deep breath the moment she touched him. Both of them now side on to us all, his cock bobbing and twitching in front of him and her boobs jiggling and swaying as her arms knocked them around while she washed his back.

It was almost medical, or maybe more like a physio touching a body. Sexual charge everywhere but also clinical at the same time.

The man behind my wife then reached forward to my wife's back to I guess wash her down also. His touch caused a small screech from her and she jumped around to face him, clearly not expecting to have been touched. Her swift movement caused her right boob to land clearly into his hand. I half expected him to give it a squeeze or start to grope her. But he quickly pulled his hand back and offered a 'sorry' gesture.

She quickly laughed at him and nodded at her boobs "My fault they get everywhere. It's ok." And she put both her arms passively at her side and thrust them out a little for us all.

My god, this was amazing. Was my wife being mind controlled? My cock throbbed again and my balls churned.

The man that had just touched her up smiled back at her but didn't lean forward. He didn't take the offer that it looked like Emily was giving him. So she smoothly turned back to the other man that she was previously helping. He had since turned around and was now facing her.

She quickly squirted some more soap onto her hands and reached forward to his pecs and started to run her hands over his body. No one else moved in the room; it was just the sound of the water running and her soapy hands working his muscly body.

I quickly looked around the room, yup everyone was still and watching the show. In fact all the showers were now full and there were even two naked men in the entrance just watching and I guess waiting for a space. Turning back to my wife I watched her take a step closer to the man she was washing, she was now out of her stream and more into his. Their bodies didn't touch but were very close. Her hands now running up his arms, really feeling him up. The man behind her was now in her shower and put his hands on my wifes back.

This time she didn't jump, instead she almost leaned back a little into his hands, clearly enjoying the feeling. Her hands now came to her man's chest again and she rubbed his chest working lower. Then it happened her wrist clearly knocked against his cock. You could see it bounce back from the knock like a spring. She didn't react apart from finishing cleaning his six pack.

At the same time the man behind her had his hands on her hips and was spending almost too much time washing them. Big circular motions, causing his hands to vanish to her front then back across her hips and onto her ass. He was standing very close. Close enough that I'm sure his cock would have bobbed against my wifes ass at least once.

She then looked down at her man's legs, they still had some streaks of mud on them. She dutifully reached for another squirt of soap, this move causing her boob to rub against the man in front of her briefly. Soap in hand she then wiggled back a tiny bit, causing the huge cock behind her to very definitely push hard against her ass. No reaction from her, but she obviously felt it.

Bending at her knees she then bent down so that she could wash his legs. This of course brought her face to face with this cock. Or more to the point his balls. She was low enough that her eyeline was his ball sack. His cock pointing straight up and now above her head. Somehow she didn't fixate on it, instead leaning forwards slightly to put her hands on his legs and she resumed her job of cleaning this man down.

As my wife worked his legs, cleaning him, his cock bobbed, his balls swayed just inches from her face. In this position she had to part her legs letting her boobs hang low between them, dancing with every movement.

I could not believe what I was seeing. I know that if I remotely touched my cock I would spray cum everywhere. That would not be cool.

The man behind her squatted down to be with her. He then reached to her shoulders and started to work on them. He wasn't there for long before his hands moved down her spine quickly taking an ass cheek in each hand. Again I was expecting something pornographic but somehow he stopped himself and instead stood back up. Stepped into his shower, shook his head and walked out of the shower room. It was obviously too much for him.

His shower space was swiftly taken by the guy with the biggest cock in the room but he confidently stayed in his space, simply watching my wife finish off the other guy.

That guy was now spotless and my wife stood up smiling at him as if to say 'done'. He nodded her a thank you and as if some guy code was in place knew he had to move on to let someone else have a turn with the sexy woman. As he stepped away he took hold of his cock wrapping his hand around it tightly. He looked down at it and then back at Emily, her eyes followed his down then back up again and he nodded another thank you before stepping away.

We all took a few seconds breath and watched my wife standing under her shower. Her breathing was fast, I could almost hear her racing heart from here. She was very obviously aroused beyond anything she had experienced before. She was trying to calm down. I half expected her to run from the shower, her tease done.

However it was the men that changed around. A few of the men that were in here when I started, now walked away, every one of them giving my wife a nod of appreciation that she smirked back at. All but one with a still bobbing cock, one of the cocks was deflating. Either he didn't enjoy what he had seen or he'd orgasmed here in the showers with the other men. I guess I'd never know.

The space next to my wife was quickly filled by another still somewhat dirty rugby man. But the cock giant had caught her eye. She turned to face him with an unspoken question of 'Would you like help?'.

He smirked at her before telling the room "Let Jim wash you down first", and he nodded to the new man on her right that had just taken the other man's space. However, the giant cock man held both his hands out for her. He was offering to hold her hands? Why?

My wife turned to look at Jim. He was a shorter man, probably the scrum-half, stocky. I imagine he could run straight through a brick wall. She looked him up and down, definitely checking out his cock, smiling she nodded to him and he stepped towards her into her shower space. She turned back to the big man, his hands still held out for her. Slowly she placed her smaller hands in his and wrapped his hands around hers. He was locking them in place, she was now at their mercy.

The man behind her was close and ready, quickly moved his soapy hands around her back, making short work of it. He instantly stepped forward so that his front was pushed tightly against my wife's back. His no doubt throbbing cock wedged tightly against her ass. We all watched my wife's arms tense in her locked position as she felt their bodies touch. She looked up at the giant holding her hands, their eyes meeting. He smiled down to her, a reassuring gesture, telling her to relax and let it happen.

The man behind her then reached round the front of my wife and starting on her lower stomach to wash her. My wife looked down towards his hands, her's still held in place.

He then did something that I almost had to double check the movement, it was so slick. He somehow used his feet or his knees to knock my wifes legs from the inside. This caused her to almost involuntarily shuffle her feet to one side, obviously spreading her legs. He then did it again and at the same time, I guess applying more pressure to the inside of her thighs. His hands now resting on her lower stomach. She again spread her legs a little wider, this also caused her body to dip a little lower.

This was getting out of control and she was letting it. I was starting to picture this turning into an orgy but surely not. However his next movement both pushed that thought forward and reversed it at the same time.

We heard him check with my wife "Ok love?" and his hands started to make small circles over her womb. My wife nodded and replied a horse "Yes" as she was looking up at the other man still holding her hands.

The washing man then removed his hand and held them over her boobs but not touching her before he checked again "Ok?".

She nodded and I think may have pushed back against him a little. He understood and simply started to soap up her boobs. Just a few weeks ago Nate was the only other man to have played with my wifes boobs, then those men from work and now, here she was letting someone else have a turn. His hands were really nicely sliding all over them and under them. At one point he lifted them both, taking their weight, he let us all know with a "Fuck me love, these are enormous breasts."

Emily didn't respond to him and he continued to clean them for her. All the time she was looking up, retaining eye contact with the big man as he held her hands. At this point her mouth was open and she was clearly breathing heavily.

Just when I thought the washing man was done, he grabbed her boobs and dug his hands into them. At the same time he bent his knees, lowered his body, pushed closer to her back and he stood back up. That enlisted a loud, deep moan from my wife. Had he just put his cock inside her? Surely not. Surely these gentlemen wouldn't do something like that, here.

My answer came quickly as the head of his cock appeared between her legs. There it was, just the tiniest bit sticking out for us to see. However that meant that the length of it was neatly resting against my wifes sensitive labia. My god she had to feel that, it had to be driving her crazy. And then the big man let go of her hands, at the same time the man washing her boobs moved his hands to her hips. They all stood there like that, not moving for a few seconds.

It was almost a question 'Do you want to get fucked?' I already knew the answer. I was sure she was about to commit adultery, right here in the showers. My dreams were going to come true.

Her hands came to her side and rested on the hands of the washer man on her hips. The big man infront of her then simply leaned sideways to squirt some soap onto his hands. His huge cock still aiming straight at her. I thought that meant he was going to touch her. But his control was amazing, all three of them were astonishingly controlled. All this time the hot water running down their bodies with an audience of pulsing cocks watching.

He simply put his hands on his balls and soaped them before quickly letting go and taking a big step back away from my wife. We all understood the message, 'Wash my balls please.'.

She understood and leaned forward at her hips, whilst reaching forward with both hands to cup his huge balls. The movement caused the cock head of the other man to vanish slightly and I saw her close her eyes. What was happening right now, what had just happened? Where was his cock right this second? What was she feeling?

Her hands started to move around his balls, cleaning them for him. While his cock bobbed and twitched right in front of her face. She appeared to be looking straight at it. Her mouth opened, she moaned a loud deep sexual moan, she was going to take his cock into her mouth. What was the other cock doing?

That was answered as I saw the man behind her very slowly moving his body away from hers. Was he removing his cock from her? Was he already inside her and was now just about to start the fucking? Or was he simply dragging his cock head across her lips?

He kept moving back until his cock sprung free and bounced upwards slapping his small belly. Taking one of his hands he put it around his cock, he aimed it down and moved his hips forward. It looked like he was aiming it at her pussy, holding it in place ready to put it in her. Yup he pushed forward, his cock vanished, she moaned, his hand moved back to her hip and the gap closed entirely. Oh my god that was it, wasn't it? Is his cock inside my wife right now?

The only movement was my wife's hands on the other guy's balls. The man inside her, just held himself still, Emily's bent over ass pushed tightly against his thighs. How they weren't both moving was a mystery, and it did make me wonder if he wasn't inside her. Surely no one could just slide straight in like that and then hold still for this long.

A few moments later he removed his hands from her hips and we watched his hips, almost in slow motion slide back. My wife moaned an involuntary moan as he either withdrew his cock from her or at the very least slid it across her pussy lips. It again ended up slapping up against his belly. It looks slick, was that the water or my wife's sex juices?

I expected him to slide forward again but he shook his head and took a step back. He was done. Really ... my god, was he a monk? How the hell did he have this level of control? Stepping completely back into his flow of water he quickly rinsed off and walked towards the exit, his cock bobbing and swaying within time with his steps.

My wife had been in a trance though the end of that and she now switched out of it and continued to clean the balls in her hands. Whilst still bent over she was almost trying to avoid the massive cock waiting to be sucked right in front of her. Just as I was thinking that surely his balls must have been clean by now, Emily bent back up realising him. He smiled and indicated with a nod that she could continue with the rest of his body.

Tilting her head at him, I guessed she gave him a cute smile. I couldn't see at their angle to me but from the smirk on his head I think I guessed right. She then squeezed some more soap onto her hand from the dispenser and started to lather him up. He stood there passively letting her feel up his body. He was easily a good foot taller than my wife and her boobs were level with his cock, a fact that was clear to all of us as they constantly connected with each other. Both parties must have noticed but remained professional throughout.

It was ridiculous, all such a crazy tease. I felt like I needed to shout out 'just fuck her already', but didn't.

He then held his arms out at his side, which she took as permission to wash him closer. However as she started on his arms he surprised us both by wrapping his arms around my wife, bringing their bodies together. This meant that not only was he now feeling my wifes amazing body against his and feeling her breasts squashed against him, she was feeling his hard cock against her.

They maintained the washing ruse moving their arms around each other's backs. While clearly enjoying their slippery wet bodies, sliding against each other. His hard and muscly, my wife's soft and motherly. They looked like a****ls, initiating foreplay before they mated. I half expected them to start kissing.

This time it was my wife that pushed back the man first. She moved back into her own shower that was empty. She was panting, I could see her chest rising and falling. This must have been hard for her. She looked up across the room, taking in all the remaining men and their cocks. Noticing all their eyes locked onto her taking in her naked body. Then she looked back at the man she was just washing and focused on his cock. It looked slicker at the top than just water would make it. She just stared at it.

I expected him to take a step forward but instead the man behind her stepped up to her. Like the previous man before him he pushed up tight against her body and reached between her arms and body. No checking or pretence this time. He just reached for her boobs and started to massage them under the stream of water. My wife gasped loudly whilst still looking at the cock of the other man.

This new guy was a bit of a talker "God honey these are some of the biggest tits, holy shit." he was right and I weirdly felt proud of her. "Look at you staring at Bill's monster cock. I bet a woman like you would love to feel that inside her.". I felt the sting of 'a woman like you', what was he implying? But he was right. What decent woman would be naked in a shower of men like this allowing herself to be manipulated and prepared for sex like this?

Someone off to my left chastised him "Gwyn, no need to be like that.".

But he carried on whilst enjoying my wife's boobs "I bet a slut like you would fit it all in easily. Eh?".

She didn't answer him, he did start to move his body up and down behind her, clearly wanking his cock with her back and ass. "You want to lie down on the floor right now?".

She moaned, clearly acknowledging this man's suggestion. Her eyes not leaving Bill's big cock in front of her.

He was enjoying the effect he was having on her. I think we all were "You'd love to lay down there, on the floor right now. Open your legs and let us watch Bill and you having sex right now." he grunted a little before "You going to do it for us?".

My wife was still fixated on the huge cock. All of us holding our breath. Was this really going to happen? Surely not. She didn't answer. He then took her hand that was passively hanging at her side and pulled it behind her and placed it on his cock. She didn't break her locked eyes on the cock infront her and her hand did wrap around the cock behind her. He let go of her hand and moved it back to her boob.

I realised there and then that this was probably the first cock other than mine that she had ever touched with her hand. She was awkwardly moving her hand around it, up and down feeling it all. "Ummm there's a good girl. Do you like my cock in your hand?".

"Yes" we all heard my wife breathe it.

He continued "Ummm a girl like you must love the feel of a cock in your hand." There it was again 'a girl like you', he was implying she was some kind of slut. I loved it completely, this was beyond any dream or fantasy I could ever have. "Nearly as much as one in her CUNT." and he really spat the word cunt out.

I heard at least one of the men near me groan at that and I expected he was now cumming. I didn't turn to look. I couldn't tear my eyes away from my wife.

The man being wanked and enjoying her boobs carried on "I bet your cunt is wet and ready. Is it ready for a cock?".

She simply nodded and her eyes then moved up to the face of Bill up from his cock.

"Do you want his cock inside you now?"

"Yes" it was loud and clear.

Gwyn then let go of my wife's body, releasing her boobs at the same time her hand fell from his cock. She actually moved forward and to the side at the same time out of the shower's spray. It was as if she was in a trance, I could already picture her laying on the floor with her legs spread wide and this Bill's cock sliding deep into her. My wife cheating on me for the first time right now in minutes.

However it wasn't to be. Before she had a chance someone reminded us "Guys, this has been great but I don't think so." At that Bill appeared to nod his head, his cock bobbing with him. My wife sort of stumbled, looking lost in lust. I nearly stepped forward to help her but she stepped back herself, back under the water, closing her eyes. We heard her take a deep breath, centering herself.

The spell was broken.

At that stage a lot of the men left the shower room. Leaving just 4 men and my wife left. I was horny as hell and wanted to get back home as soon as possible to either eat out her no doubt dripping pussy or to ram something up her pussy. I turned off my shower and decided I was going to get some of the spa's towels to offer her. Grabbing my shorts from the peg I turned to look at my amazing wife before I quickly vanished on a mission to get towels for her. I knew where the pile was.

It must have taken me and my bobbing hard cock about 2 minutes to return to the shower but she was gone. I looked around confused.

One of the dudes still under the water saw me and worked it out. "She followed you out and grabbed towels from there." and he nodded to a cupboard right next to the showers that I now knew contained towels.

And that was it. She was gone. Somewhere. I didn't ask if she was on her own or if someone went with her. I nodded at him and turned to get myself dressed.

As I dressed I just played through the crazy time that we had just been through. Determined to burn every second of it into my head. Trying to make mental pictures to store forever. But I kept seeing her right now in a cupboard somewhere fucking that Bill's massive cock.

God, Michelle was right, that was a treat.

Tattoo

"What is it?" my wife asked Michelle cautiously as we walked down the street. We'd met up after the showers in the cafe. Emily was a little jittery when I eventually tracked them both down. Actually she was a mess, too much over powered horniness and no orgasmic release. Michelle suggested some air and we ended up walking a little down the road to what appeared to be another destination that she had planned.

"Oh, nothing, just a piercing shop, thought you might wanna get something to celebrate.".

Emily smiled wickedly, this idea keeping her current horny state alive. Groaning a little "Oohhhh ummmm, I don't think so." looking down at her body.

Michelle smiled, "We'll see."

Within a few minutes we were in a darkly lit tattoo parlour. I was quiet, pondering what was next, still reeling from the crazy shower just moments ago. Looking around the room, it was exactly what I expected from a tattoo parlour. The walls covered in pictures of their work, designs, some simple, some almost full body shots. All very classily done. The room smelled clean, but I wonder if I was picking up on an aroused woman smell from my wife when near her.

A big man appeared from the back and made his way to Michelle and Emily. "Good morning ladies." and he grinned at them, before really taking his time to soak up Emily in her dress.

"Darren?" Michelle asked him.

"Arrr Michelle I guess, and that would make this Emily.'' Now he really focused his attention on Emily. "I was wondering if you'd eventually come in at all. Please..." he turned around and stepped towards a large double curtain. He then pulled it open wide and clipped it back one side at a time. You could now see into a large, very well lit room with a huge reclined chair and a load of tools on a workbench. All very smart, neat and tidy. I did think it slightly odd the way he clipped both curtains wide open.

My wife let us all know "We're only here to look around." even as she continued to move into what was clearly the action area.

Turning to me Michelle smiled and pushed Emily towards the chair following her to the other room. I stayed in the entrance / display area as I could see everything that was about to happen plain as day. I then realised why the curtains were open as they were and wondered if it was something Michelle had set up. That made me twitch.

I watched an unspoken exchange between Michelle and my wife, one of slight excitement and trepidation before she climbed onto the chair and laid back. Darren sat in the seat next to her and Michelle stood at her other side.

"So Emily, what can I do for you?" he asked her.

Immediately Emily looked towards Michelle then across to the other room at me. However Michelle answered "I think I have some ideas for her".

Darren raised his hand to stop Michelle, "Emily this is important. Do I have your attention, look at me and listen."

Emily looked back to him, propped herself up on her elbows and mumbled "Yes".

He continued "If we're talking about a tattoo, these aren't temporary ones. They're on you for life, a new part of your body. You can't change your mind halfway through or undo them tomorrow. I take pride in my work and will make sure whatever you" he emphasised the word you "choose will be done with class and style." He paused for effect. The room was eerily quiet.

He pointed to a corner of the ceiling "I record audio and video of everything we do in here. Entirely for my protection. The only time anyone other than me will see any of that is should a lawyer or the police turn up making trouble. Now repeat back to me what I've just said, I need to make sure you understand." Although he was serious, he delivered it with warmth, showing that he cared.

Emily looked at Michelle, visibly shivered, then back to Darren, smiled delivering "I'm here for a permanent tattoo or two, it's not coming off and there's no moaning. You're a professional who has my consent recorded to cover your ass." Everyone laughed at Emily's take on the matter.

I relaxed knowing that she wasn't in over her head or about to be forced into something different. I was surprised that she was ready for this. I wasn't sure I was, it was rather exciting.

"So what'll it be?" Darren asked Emily. However she looked at Michelle and they locked eyes. "That man out there is Chris, my husband and this is Michelle, my best friend. She knows what's best for me, she will tell what to do." And with that Emily back laid down, resting her head and she closed her eyes. Drawing her arms to her sides on the chair's arm rests, basically offering her body as an open canvas.

"Really?" Darren looked out at me and chuckled. He then looked back at Michelle, the game was on. I was now beyond excited and concerned. Was this when Michelle had her 'revenge'?

Michelle turned to me and smiled, "Let's get her lovely tits out so that we can have a look at what we're working with." My wife gasped hearing that but didn't move to stop it. Michelle turned to Emily and swiftly unbuttoned the dress to each side of her boobs, separated it and then fished each boob out of her bra. I watched on and moved to the side to get a better view. Turning to look around the small shop that I was in, I was acutely aware that anyone coming in here was now going to an eye full.

"Darren, what do you think about these nipples then?" Michelle asked him.

Darren took the bait "Well Michelle, they're pretty big, but they look lonely and bare." This instantly alerted Emily as her eyes shot open and she leaned up a bit looking at Michelle.

"What?" Michelle asked her.

"Errr well.. I errr" Emily clearly had something on her mind but didn't know how to get it out. She looked from Michelle over to me, I just smiled back at her.

"Yes we're talking about getting them pierced Emily, what?" asked Michelle clearly a little irritated. Darren was also lost. Emily took a deep breath and looked down her body. "What if I want to breastfeed one day?" I nearly came in my pants at that.

Now everyone understood and Darren took control with a raised eyebrow he reassured her "Pierced nipples don't affect nursing at all love. You'll need to remove the piercing when the baby is latched on but they'll still work as expected. Sometimes they cause you to leak a little more than usual when the boob is full. But other than that nothing to worry about." Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Looked at Michelle, delivered a "Sorry" and laid back down and closed her eyes.

"So we'll definitely be getting them sorted today then." Michelle replied to Darren "What options would you suggest?"

Darren turned around, put some gloves on, reached into a draw and presented a tray to Michelle and only Michelle. I couldn't quite see but I think it was an array of bars and hoops in different sizes and shapes. "The bars are best for beginners and the most subtle under clothing. The rings need a different hole and often are more noticeable due to their sizes." Emily gasped hearing this and opened her eyes but didn't raise her head so she couldn't see what was happening or what any of it looked like.

"Ummm" Michelle mumbled as she started to look through them, thinking. I nearly jumped out of my skin as the door behind me opened from the street and a smartly suited couple entered. They appeared to quickly notice the topless woman. Emily either didn't pick up on them coming in or didn't care that there was now another set of eyes watching her show. It was exciting to think of them watching the process and getting to see my wife's boobs on full display. Twice within a few hours as well.

Michelle also didn't acknowledge that anyone else was present and continued, "I think these rings would look nice." and she pointed. "What's the most expensive version of those you have?"

Darren chuckled and looked over at me delivering a 'sorry mate' sort of look. But I was too excited to offer anything back. "These are 2.5 mm gauge, hinged, 20 mm rings. They're not really for beginners."

"Will they fit ok?" Michelle asked him, clearly ignoring this warning.

Darren looked back at Emily's big boobs, raising from his chair slightly to get a better look. "She has pretty big nipples, very big actually. I'm guessing she breastfed at some point for a long time? They will fit no problem, and although the rings are relatively big they'll be in proportion with her overall breast size." and he smiled up at Michelle.

"Hear that love, your big fat tits need big rings on them." and she chuckled, clearly happy with herself. "I don't want her to be able to take them off." Michelle added loudly. This made Emily audibly pant and wiggle her hips but didn't say anything about that not happening. My cock pulsed and the 2 strangers near him were now definitely eagerly watching Michelle and Darren talking.

"Ummm I can sort that." Darren then shuffled his chair to the side. "In my safe I have a solid gold set of rings this size." He fiddled under a desk, just slightly out of sight and bought out a small box. Opening the box he showed Michelle and she smiled, perfect.

She very quickly moved on "On her left ankle on the outside I want her to have a black spade from a playing card. It needs to be just the outline in black. Let's have it quite large, about 2 inches." her instructions clear, followed with "On her right wrist, on the inside a small red rose with a stem, like that one" and she pointed to a picture on the wall. "Again small just 2 inches or so please and then exactly the same here" she sunk a finger directly into Emily's right boob. Above the nipple and near the rib cage. Right where cleavage will be with most bras.

"You know that's not how the spade is supposed to be?" challenged Darren.

"It's correct. Thank you" Michelle smiled at him a knowing smile.

He shrugged, "This will take a little while."

"She'll be an angel for you." as Michelle leaded forward and kissed Emily deep on the lips. Emily twitched at that. Michelle and Darren then got up and walked back into the main room towards me. He quickly checked his other two customers were ok and then bought a card machine and quickly took £950 from me.

"We'll be back in an hour Emily, be good." Michelle called to her as she took my arm and dragged me from the shop heading to a nearby tea house while the professional worked his magic.

...

Once Michelle and Chris had gone, Darren decided he needed to check in with Emily. "You heard all that? Really ok with it?"

Emily opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows with her boobs still out, looking at him. "Yes, I think." she paused "Why"

"So the rose tattoos, simple elegant, a nice touch. They'll be public but they don't say anything in particular, I guess. However the spade symbol." Darren tapped her ankle. "Do you understand that?"

Emily raised her eyebrows at him "No".

"Well, black spade tattoo often has a Q symbol in it that means the wearer is telling everyone she" again he paused, picking his words "prefers black men."

"Oh, but that's not what I'm getting." answered a slightly confused Emily.

"Do you want it to have a Q in it?"

"Do I prefer black men? What over white men? But I'm married to a white man Chris?" she wasn't being dense, maybe the lack of sleep, she really wasn't putting it all together.

Darren huffed "If I tattoo a black spade with a Q in it on you and a black man sees it he's going to expect to be fucking you very quickly. Now do you get it?"

"Oohh, errr" she started to think about what Chris really wanted. "Well it's not." exasperated she laid back down quickly, her tits ripping. "Oh I don't know."

"Look, maybe I'm making more out of it than it is. As you said there's no Q involved and it's not being filled in, so I'll carry on?"

Emily knew full well where this was going, what the plan was, that it would be filled in shortly if those other two had their way. That excited her. Would she really allow that to happen, would it really be that clear of a symbol to everyone that knew? She shivered and nodded "Uh Uh"

"Ok then, let's talk about these rings." and he held them up.

She sat back up again to have a look, held up on her elbows behind her. Her tits again on display, hanging on her chest. Looking over the rings her friend had chosen. "Oooh they are nice, they do look a little big." she questioned him.

"Well they are fairly big, the gage, thickness of the ring, wouldn't fit someone with small breasts and nipples but they'll be fine on you." and he grinned looking at her huge boobs.

"Oh I mean the size of them."

"Yup I am usually putting smaller rings in place. These will be very prominent on you." he paused wondering if she was going to argue. It was a strange position to be in, someone else deciding for you what was going to be done to your body. He decided to push the point "Everyone you see is going to spot them, they're really going to stand out. You're not going to be able to hide them very easily at all.".

He watched the woman shiver and smirk. He'd obviously come across people like this before. He got it, shrugging his shoulders "Let's put your boobs back in the bra and sit-up so that we can work out the correct placement for the rose."

It's done

When we re-entered the tattoo parlour Emily was sat up, fully dressed and chatting with Darren. Apparently, it was all done. I guessed that she had plasters or something covering everything but boy you could see the nipple rings. Without even thinking I just blurted out "Holy shit and they're glued in place?". Emily scrunched her face up, looking concerned.

Michelle quickly added "Ohhh yes they look fantastic." Emily looked slightly relieved hearing but that looked back towards me.

"They're .... " I had to tread carefully here. They were fecking obvious, and I mean seriously obvious. Her dress wasn't flimsy material and she had a bra on but boy you could see them. I didn't like that it was so obvious, but it was way too late now. And feck my cock throbbed seeing them like that. "Damn honey they look hot." and a convincing smile.

Even if her boobs didn't get your attention the obvious rings now would. They looked like small donuts low down on her boobs.

"Thank you Darren, she knows how to look after it all?" Michelle checked with him.

"Yup" Emily answered for him and raised a small packet in her hand to show them. She stood up and stepped towards me. "It's exciting isn't it" and she leaned in to give me a kiss. I kissed her back, wow this really was moving forward.

In a matter of hours we'd be home and Claire would no doubt ask about the nipple rings within seconds of spotting them. Fuck me what a day and fuck me all these changes were really starting to kick in.

Here we go.