Courtney had been an incredible fuck, but it was a little awkward letting my wife know that Courtney had left taking a set of lingerie and CFM heels with her.
"That's okay, I'll go shopping to replace them. But I thought you would have been sleeping with Angie, how did Courtney end up here?"
We had never shared our sexual escapades but I guessed now was the time. I gave her the barebones story, and as I talked I could tell it was making my wife hot. As I continued my story I led her back to our bed and undressed her. I teased her by touching her nipples and wet snatch that was now oozing her juices.
"Tell me what's making you horny. I think Courtney's trimmed red pubic hair turns you on." I said that because I had recently learned my wife was bi and liked pussy almost as much as cock.
"I'm thinking of you fucking Courtney's pussy, was she tight? Was she a good fuck in my lingerie, my heels?"
I took my wife in my arms and turned her, so that her back and ass were facing me as she was on her knees. I quickly stripped off my clothes and my cock sprang straight out. With no hesitation I positioned my cock at the entrance of my wife's dripping cunt and in one stroke buried myself to the hilt into her hot, tight, wet gash.
"Oh baby, Fuck me!!! Fuck me like you fucked that little slut Courtney!"
I was loved my wife's dirty talk and started pushing my hardness into her until I bottomed out, then I would pull out until only the tip of my cock was inserted in her. I stopped knowing it would make her crazy.
"What are you doing? Fuck ME!! Fuck me, please honey. Please fuck me!"
I waited knowing that she would whimper.
"Honey, I'm begging you, fuck me!"
I was near the edge and knew my wife was also on the verge of cumming.
"I'm thinking of fucking Courtney, honey."
I was now pumping in and out of my wife and felt when the vibration started in her cunt.
My wife erupted in a shattering orgasm and screamed out, "Oh my god, oh my god! I'm cumming!!!"
This was all it took for me to start pulsing and pumping my wife full of my sperm as I started my own climax.
As I collapsed onto my wife's back, we fought to catch our breath. After a few minutes, my semi-rigid, but deflating dick plopped out of my wife's cunt and her juices and my sperm started dripping out of her, onto our bed.
My wife suddenly said, "You didn't change the sheets, did you? I can smell sex."
"No, I didn't. Sorry."
"Don't be, I think it's nasty and I love it. Are you going to fuck her again?"
I thought I might be pushing my luck, but figured 'what the hell.'
"I hope so, but can I tell you something? I want to fuck her mom, Angie."
My wife thought about that and said, "You can do that, but I wish I could be with you if, when that happens. Angie is hot!"
This blew my mind because I've always wanted to have a threesome and now my wife was wanting the same thing.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Absolutely, if you ever can pull it off, I'm in."
My mind started racing. I had just had a world class fuck and I was thinking about Angie. And more than that, Angie and my wife, Jan. I decided I'd call Angie, since she had personally given me her cell number.
"Honey, just so you know, I'm going to call Angie. Should I wait till your next business trip?"
My wife said, "I don't have anything planned, don't wait on me."
"Are you looking to...have your own adventure?" I asked my wife. It seemed we were now in an open marriage.
"No, don't fret. If you share what you're doing, and you keep me well fucked, I won't need any more...action. And it's okay to bring them home if you need to. I can always visit my mom if I need to be gone."
A week passed. Courtney called and said she wanted to get together soon, but she was headed to Europe for six weeks. We chatted and agreed to meet when she returned.
"By the way," Courtney asked, "did you wife miss her lingerie and heels?" I could hear the teasing in her voice. "I really like using them. Can't wait to use them with you."
Courtney left to Europe two days later. I decided to call her mother, Angie, that evening.
"Hi Angie." I said when she picked up the phone. "Do you have a minute?"
"Hello," she answered, "I had given up hope that you'd call. What are you up to?"
"Not much, I'm sorry I haven't called sooner, but I kept your number. Do you have plans this weekend?" I asked.
"No, no plans. Is Jan out of town?"
"She might be, but whether she is or not I'd like to see you. I'd love to take you to dinner."
"What about Jan. Are you guys still together?"
"Yes, we are. But, let's just say we have an open marriage, are you comfortable with that?"
Angie was quiet for a minute, then said, "If she's willing to share, I would do dinner. I haven't been on a real date in ages. Actually, I've given up on dating. I've only met losers. And I've always liked you."
We spent the rest of the conversation catching up and gossiping about people we knew. We agreed I would pick her up at her place at 6:00 p.m. on Saturday.
I said, "If you're not comfortable having me pick you up, I remember how nosey some of our neighbors were, I could send an Uber for you.".
"Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." Angie said, then we both laughed.
When I hung up, my wife came up to me and told me she had listened in.
"Looks like you have a date Saturday night. Do you want me to go to my mom's house?"
"Darling," I said, "If you want to that's up to you. But if you're home just know I'm going to try and spend the night with Angie. If you aren't good with that I can cancel."