Come Home When Your Dicks Wet

This story is part five of the ongoing story of married couple Amy and Jack, but I hope it can also be enjoyed on its own. The other stories in this series may not be to everyone's taste and you don't need to have read those stories to follow this one.

Things in our life have changed drastically in the months since we've returned from our last vacation. I guess you could say we had a bit of a sexual reawakening on that trip. My wife Amy had become insatiable, and she was pushing us to explore so many new kinks, and discussing many more she wanted us to try. Trysts once relegated to fantasy and pillow talk were becoming reality. Not knowing where our next carnal adventure would take us was exciting. I was all too happy to follow her lead. Little did I know that I was about to have yet another new experience at my wife's behest.

It had been a tough couple weeks at the office. My team and I had put many long hours, including over the weekends, on the biggest deal in our firm's history. And today we'd finally closed it. As the boss I wanted to take my team out for a celebratory drink or two to show them how much I appreciated all their hard work. Amy was a trooper dealing with the kids without me in the final stages of the negotiations. The bonuses we'd receive could never entirely make up for that. So at first, I was just gonna make an appearance, say a few words and slip out the back. But when I texted Amy, she insisted I should go and have a good time, buy a few rounds for the troops and enjoy myself. But she also wanted me to be ready to celebrate with her later. Damn I love that woman!

One of the gang suggested the Pour House. It was down on main street so we could all walk down there and not have to worry about driving or parking. As one of the most popular bars in the area it was always busy on a Friday night, but we had no issues claiming our usual corner near the dart boards and pool tables.Although I enjoyed a good game of cricket, the best part about our perch was you could get a good look at all the young ladies when they walked in. Our usual waitress, Mandy, gave us her customary good natured greeting, hollering and laughing "Holy shit! It's you fucking guys. I knew I should banged in today." Without even asking what we wanted she'd brought the first round within moments. Putting a michelob ultra down in front of Greg, one of the younger guys on my team, she said "Here's your girl beer sweetie, you want a sippee cup?" It was gonna be one of those nights with Mandy.

A few pops in, and I was feeling more relaxed already. I'd have to get an uber home tonight, but what the hell. Mandy was fetching us another round and giving it to us with both barrels again when Emma and her friends walked in.

She taught my daughter's daycare class. And over the years Emma and I traded a little harmless flirtation. A few times a week we'd see each other whenever it was my turn to pick the kids up or sometimes we'd bump into one another around our small town. Truthfully, I never even realized she'd been flirting with me, my wife told me. I always thought she was just being nice. Amy called me hopeless. She'd told me she didn't think I could help it was just the way I talked to women, they'd melt. You talk and their panites drop. "Hell, that's what happened to me," she said. But she'd never had to worry about it because I was always oblivious and never realized they were flirting. The night Amy and I first slept together she said she'd been dropping hints all night and I missed every single one of them. "I was throwing myself at you" in the end she just came right our and asked "So, do you wanna fuck?" And that was pretty much how the rest of our relationship went from there.

Amy was convinced Emma had a thing for me, and would tease me about it constantly even referring to her as her my girlfriend. Innocent sweet wife claimed Emma was always giving me dick sucking eyes. Amy even joked that given half a chance Emma would bump her off and take her place. At first, I thought she was imagining things but after she pointed it out, I knew it was probably true.

Lately, it has moved beyond teasing though, she's become the central character of my wife's fantasy talk. You see Amy had recently discovered the idea of me sleeping with other women was a massive turn on. More specifically her fantasy was to watch me, "fuck her brains out" as she so poetically put it. Sometimes, she wanted to watch from a chair as she fingered herself and sometimes she wanted Emma's face buried between her thighs while I fucked the "redheaded slut" from behind. When she was really worked up Amy would admit that maybe she wanted to lick Emma's pussy while my cock was deep inside of it.

Now, every time it's my turn to pick the kids up from daycare, I have trouble hiding my hard-on or thinking about anything else besides what that cute little redhead looked like bent over taking my cock from behind or her head in my wife's lap.

Emma lit up when our eyes met across the room. Waving, she began making her way over, urging her friends to follow. As she walked across the bar I had time to take her all in. She must have had a hell of a time getting her skintight jeans up over her incredible ass. Tall black high heeled boots helped lift it high in the air. A very low-cut grey sweater showed off her ample cleavage. Amy, my demure little princess, said she had giant cum on me tits. Seems like every time I saw her outside of work, she was wearing something low cut, God bless her. My wife said if she had tits like that she'd probably show them off every chance she got too. With her red hair, tiny waist, large breasts and fat round ass Emma looked like Jessica rabbit.

When she made it to our table, I stood up l and kissed her on the cheek. Emma gave me a tight hug and returned my kiss. Her lips landed on my neck near my ear sending shivers down my spine. I held my arm around her small waist as I went around the table with the introductions. Damn she smelled great and tonight she looked severely fuckable. "Easy Jack, down boy." Likewise Emma introduced her friends, but honestly, I'm terrible with names and I just as quickly forgot them.

"So, where've you been, big guy? Haven't seen you in a while at pickup, we missed you." Her bright green eyes smiled.

"Oh, we had this huge deal we've been working on. I just couldn't get away from the office."

"So does this mean you'll be back next week?" she said, gesturing to the party.

"Yeah we just closed it this afternoon. Things should be getting back to normal now."

"Yay! Then that's certainly worth celebrating! Congratulations! " She said as she gave me a squeeze.

"Thanks. Red. If we're gonna celebrate you're gonna need a drink."

Looking around I saw Mandy was too busy over at another table giving some unsuspecting customer shit. This time for what she called the "dumbass face" he decided to wear to night. If I didn't go it myself it could be a while, Mandy was on a roll with that poor dude. Damn that woman was mean, funny as hell but mean.

"Looks like I'll have to just go to the bar, myself. What'll be ladies?" Courtney or was it Connie, asked for a Moscow mule, I was almost positive it was Jennifer who asked for a margarita and Emma said she'd like a dirty martini.

"Oh, you like it dirty do yeah?" I joked.

Without missing a beat, she replied. "The dirty the better big guy."

Emma gave me another squeeze before I took my arm back. "Hurry back, you can't leave me alone with this crew."

Walking to the bar I shouted the order to my buddy behind he raised his hand and nodded at me. While I waited, I decided to text Amy. "Hey, Babe Emma's, here. Her friends are hanging out with me and the guys do you wanna stop by and hang out?"

"Oh really? "Nah I don't feel like putting on clothes."

"Now you're talking, babe. Trust that instinct" She laughed at the text.

"Hey, do you think she's stalking you?"

I laughed at her text. "Maybe she's here to set her plan in motion."

"Hey, what's she wearing?"

I sent a gif from Star Wars. "It's a trap!" text blinking over a picture of the rebel admiral.

Amy laughed at the gif. "It's not a trap, dear. You've got eyes. You aren't dead. What's she wearing? Does she look like she's just out with friends, or is she looking for a date?

"I dunno if she's looking for a date but I'm pretty sure she didn't wear that sweater to hang out with her friends. Her tits are practically falling out."

"She does have nice tits. We could definitely have fun with that later, baby." Face blowing a kiss emoji.

"LOL. You're terrible! Or I could just come home now?"

The dots on my phone came then went then came again before the next message appeared "You know we don't have to just pretend, if you don't want to. You two could always have a little fun on your own."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Oh I can think of a few things." But right now I'm more interested in what you might do with her."

"Such as?"

"Why don't cha go fuck her, then come home and tell me all about it?

My dick was getting hard while there was a pause in the conversation, "While I suck her juices off your cock""

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely baby! Come home when your dick's wet!"

Holy shit! I stared at my phone in disbelief. My loving wife had just done the unimaginable. She'd not only given me permission to fuck another woman, but she was also telling me to. This was beyond wild. Logic quickly gave way to reality, I hadn't tried to pick up a girl in over a decade. I was way, way, way out of practice and hall pass or no Emma knew I was married, she'd never go for it. I knew right away it was never gonna really happen but the roleplay I'd have with Amy would be totally worth it and still as hot as fuck.

I typed my response "I'll do my best ma'am". A Blowing kiss emoji was the reply.

I glanced back at the table and caught Emma looking at me. The bartender came back with the ladies' order. "Careful Jack, Amy finds out the way that one's looking at you and you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight and she's liable to lose a few teeth." The barkeep nodded toward Emma.

"No worries, Hank, I'm an old, whipped dog these days. All I do is run to the end of my chain and bark. Have no fear sir, I never stray." Hank laughed "You're a better man than me brother cause old girl over there is down for whatever you want to throw at her. And I don't think I could say no to a woman as fine as that. She's hotter than a metal slide on a sunny day, yes sir" he trailed off as he went to tend to another customer.

In all honesty, even though happily married to a cute little blonde girl I'd always had kind of a weakness for gingers. Scarlette Johansen, Gillian Anderson, Jessica Chastain, Amy Adams, I was picking up what they were putting down and Emma was certainly putting it down.

Carrying the drinks back to the table with only a moderate amount of difficulty I carefully handed the other two ladies their beverages before handing Emma her martini. There was electricity when our hands touched.

"Thanks big guys," Emma said as she took her first sip. Her bright green eyes, still shining like emeralds. "Oh yeah, that's dirty."

"Too dirty?"

"No such thing, big stuff." she said as she took another sip

The crew louder and louder Mandy had told a few times to knock it off we were scaring all the normal people. Emma and I were flirting back and forth, each time pushing the envelope a little further. She snuggled up against me, occasionally placing her hand on my knee. She was on her third martini, ready for her fourth and it was well past time for another beer, so I bought another round for the table. When Mandy arrived with the drinks, Emma leaned in and said, "I'll warn you I'm a lightweight, there's no way I can keep up with you guys, not anymore anyway."

"Anymore?"

"You know I wasn't always a daycare teacher." She smiled devilishly. "I partied in college a whole lot more than I studied. I was a wild one. Don't believe me"

I put my hands up and leaned back. ""Oh I believe it" I said laughing. I leaned back in to whisper in her ear "I bet you did. I bet you were something in college. But there's no way you were as good looking as you are right this second."

I may not know when a woman is hitting on me but I like to think I know a little something of how they respond when you press the right buttons. Emma was a girl with ticklish and sensitive ears because she shivered slightly as goose bumps formed on her arms. Reflexively she reached down and grabbed my right thigh to steady herself. She closed her eyes with pursed lips she murmured uhmm.

The control she normally displayed was evaporating fast and she looked me dead in the eyes, "If you weren't married, I could still show you a thing or two, big guy".

I leaned back in and using the same tenor and pitch whispered, "Love to see it darlin."

She shivered again as her fingers stroked my inner thigh. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Oh, it's not a threat, red."

Realization flashed in her eyes. "Are we really talking about this?"

"You tell me darlin."

Emma turned toward and put both her arms to her chest pushing up her tits. "If your asking if I'd like to be more than friends. Let's just say I don't wear sweaters like this for the other dads" she said moving both of her hands thigh inching closer to my cock.

Looking down at the enticing sight then looking into her eyes I said. "It's a lovely sweater, Red." I grew hard.

"Amy never has to know. I'm not a homewrecker." she said, her fingers stroking me.

"I have a little confession to make, red. I told her already. Amy knows you're here. I sent her a text when I was at the bar. She gave me the go ahead."

Emma cocked her head to the side and looked stunned at my admission. "Really?"

"Scouts honor. I'd never go on a field trip without a permission slip," I said as I held up three fingers. "She said I could sleep with you." As the words came out of my mouth,my pants grew tighter.

Emma looked at me "Shut the fuck up" she said in disbelief.

By the way she acted I was pretty sure I'd just blown it. But I didn't want Emma to have any regrets and there was no need to lie to her when I had the approval of the "house oversight committee". Emma took her hand off my leg, picked up her phone and began typing. There was only a brief pause then her phone dinged with a reply. A sly grin on her face, she turned it toward me to read the conversation.

Emma: "Just so you know, I'm going to fuck your husband."

Amy: "You should! He's got a big dick! Have fun! Send him home when you're done with him." Devil emoji.

Emma began typing on her phone again. My phone vibrated in my pocket, but Emma placed a hand on mine before I could retrieve it. She announced to the table it was time to head home. There were groans from the guys and grumbles about how it was too early, and she should stay. The other ladies offered to leave, but she insisted they stay and hang out longer. Upon hearing that the gang was back to loudly conversing and chatting up Emma's friends. I offered to get her a ride, but she squeezed me tightly and whispered "I can't wait to suck your dick" before giving me a peck on the cheek, and announcing loudly she'd see me at daycare pickup on Monday.

Watching her fine ass leave the bar my phone vibrated again reminding me I had an unread message. Opening the app I saw the text was from Emma "Wait ten minutes before you leave" it also gave her address. Texting back I told her "I'll be right behind you."

Emma's reply came quickly "I'm looking forward to that" peach emoji.

Damn, I couldn't wait to see that lovely peach in the flesh. Looking at my phone for the next few minutes, time seemed to be standing still. Eventually my torture ended, and I felt long enough had passed, I could leave and not draw any suspicion. The guys all called me a quitter and whipped when I said my goodbyes but I don't think they were any the wiser. Mercifully it didn't take too long to get an uber and I was on my way to Emma's. My phone dinged again, it was another text from her "Door's open, come on in. Don't keep a girl waiting."

I sent Amy a text. "On my way to Emma's place."

Amy replied "Dick her down good baby!"

A few agonizing minutes later the car pulled up to a small white cape. Realization hit me. For the first time in over ten years I was going to sleep with another woman. Not only that, my dear loving wife had encouraged me to do it. As I opened the door Emma called out "Upstairs, big guy."

Climbing the steps in the dark at the top I turned toward the only light in the house. Emma was standing in front of a bed framed by a glowing bedside lamp. This time I openly stared, "You look beautiful red."

"Thank you," she said, looking away and blushing.

She melted as I took her face gently in my hands and kissed her. Moving my mouth from her lips I kissed all around her ticklish her ears down her neck towards her collarbone, my breath heavy against her skin. "Uhmm, mmm..."she trembled.

I returned to kiss her lips again, they tasted like strawberries. While we were kissing her hands roamed over my back and down to my ass. Slipping my fingers down over her stomach and into her jeans I pulled her sweater up over her head. Her lips were back on mine, kissing me hungrily as I traced my fingers up and down her spine. I slid my hands down to her behind and cupped her ass lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around me and I turned to lay her on bed.

I Trailed kisses down her breasts and tummy. Then let my tongue trace over the soft white skin just above her jeans. Unfastening the button and pulling down the zipper I kissed the soft flesh beneath and I opened the fly. Shivering and giggling, Emma lifted her ass off the bed as I peeled her pants down over her hips, my mouth never left her skin, licking and kissing her hips and inner thighs. She smelled of sex and sweet vanilla.

As I pulled the shirt up over my head she ran her soft hands down my abdominals and undid my belt. I took her hands and held them above her head pressing her body back down onto the bed with my own. With her tiny wrists held tightly I trace circles over her skin from her inner thighs to her hips to the tops of her breasts and back down. She was writhing beneath me, unable to lay still. She tried desperately to free her hands struggling to touch me, but I denied her. Instead she used her mouth to group for my skin. Moving closer and closer to her sex each time I lightly trailed my fingers over the soft skin at the tops of her legs, occasionally slipping a finger under the fabric of her panties stroking the soft flesh I found there.

My hand glanced over her perfect mound as she raised her ass, trying in vain to press her sex harder against my palm, pleading "Baby, pleeease".

Bringing my hand up to her tits I circled the tops of her breasts then slid my fingers under the lace and traced around her areola, then nipple. Sliding my hand inside her bra I cupped one of her breasts and freed the soft white globe. With my fingers I smaller and smaller circles until my fingers brushed over her nipple as it stiffened. Taking into my mouth as I massaged her breast. I sucked on it hungrily, tugging gently on her hard nub with my teeth.

"Oh god. Mmm...mmm."

Releasing her wrists I pulled her up to remove her bra. When she tried to touch me, I grasped her hands again tightly, as I took her other breast in my mouth. Emma continued moaning telling me how good it felt, my mouth felt on her. Begging "Please let me touch you". I lavished attention on her breasts occasionally returning to kiss her mouth and lovely neck whispering I can't wait to fuck you.

"Yes, baby."

Releasing her hands, I kissed down her sides as my fingers lightly trailed until I reached her underwear. Slipping my fingers under the lace I pulled them down over her hips, kissing and licking every inch of skin as I went before casting them aside. Her fingers pulled at my back as I moved down her voluptuous form.