Lucy was the one, the girl I wanted to share my life with. My only issue was that I wanted to share her with others too but she didn't know that yet,
Lucy was beautiful, but the kind of strict upbringing she'd had she didn't think so, she didn't like how she looked. An only child, she'd been bought up wrapped up in cotton wool by her parents and didn't have much self-confidence. I knew she was a virgin when we met at nineteen years old, and it took me three months to convince her to even go for a drink with me.
Her parents being strict meant sex before marriage was out of the question, something that had been drilled into Lucy that she fully believed it too, and they weren't about to give their daughter up easily. I knew Lucy had started to have more trust in me when I convinced her to let me finger her, and then her giving me a hand job while her parents were out. I'd promised her I wouldn't rush her into anything she didn't want to do, and after a while, it wasn't that she didn't want to do anything, she admitted that the feeling when she came was like a euphoria she'd never felt before. It was hoping her parents didn't find out.
It took a while to convince her she didn't have to hide under the bedsheets when she was naked, I even stood her in front of a full-length mirror to look at herself, while I showed her random pictures on my phone and showed her how good her body was compared to most. Once comfortable with that, the mirror became a staple use in our sex life, with Lucy watching herself while I fingered her, then watching herself while she sucked on my cock.
Two years after we'd first met and now Lucy loves watching herself in the mirror, watching her mouth envelope my cock, and then loving how my cum splatters her face or perfect 34B tits. She still covers up when we go out anywhere, she still doesn't like the thought of anyone watching her and judging her though.
It took a while to win her parents around, but with them thinking I'd stuck around for two long years and their daughter was still pristine, in their minds anyway, they'd agreed to us getting married.
The wedding was quite lavish, with them leaving no stone unturned to make sure their only child got the day she deserved. We made our excuses later and went back to the bridal suite.
"I've bought you a special wedding present," I laughed, "one you couldn't open with the others."
I handed her the bag and watched her eyes as she pulled it out. She looked at me and pulled a mock shocked face.
"A dildo, really?" she asked, "it looks real, it looks just like yours."
"Yes, it can be our next thing to try together, after we get tonight out of the way obviously," I told her.
We fucked, me letting Lucy get on top and ride me as slowly as she wanted, with it being her first time. The look on her face when she orgasmed for the first time with my cock inside her pussy will stay with me forever. Finally at 4 am, after the fifth fuck of the night, Lucy finally rolled over and lay flat on the bed, and fell asleep shortly after.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Now Lucy had lost her virginity she was full of questions and eager to try new positions. I'd encouraged her to use the dildo while I watched her, and she asked me to use it on her also. In the bedroom she was like a different person, outside of it she was still the same timid mouse. I had an idea about that.
"Hey. Let's go swimming at the weekend," I told her.
She pulled a face, knowing there'd be people there staring at her. I saw her grimace.
"It will be fun, we don't have to stay too long if you don't want to?" I said.
"Okay, but I'm not wearing a tiny bikini," Lucy answered.
Even on the journey there, I knew she was still sceptical about being there. We had to change in the separate changing rooms, and walking into the large pool I saw her sitting on a bench on the side, her towel clamped around her. I took her hand and pushed the towel from her shoulders.
"People are watching," she scolded.
"Get in the water and then they can only see your face," I instructed.
She pulled a face but slid down into the water, looking all around her. I told her to relax, if they were looking it was because she was the most beautiful girl in there. I pointed out a very large plump woman, saying that nobody was looking at her and why not? Because she wasn't pretty enough to be worthy of being looked at. There wasn't anything wrong with her, she just wasn't as attractive as others.
It took a while but Lucy started to get a lot more comfortable, swimming about and even lifting herself out of the water and sitting on the side with her legs draped down. I could her nipples poking a little at the material of her swimsuit but said nothing. Her long blonde hair hung wet and over one shoulder, cascading down the front of her body.
"Hey Danny, fancy seeing you here," I heard a voice say, "and who's this lovely lady with you?"
I turned to see John from work standing behind me, a huge smile on his face.
"Hey John, this is my wife, Lucy," I told him, "Lucy, this is John, one of my work colleagues," I turned to Lucy to say.
I saw her face drop and a look of slight fear came over her. John reached up and took her hand.
"Fucking hell Danny you'd done very well for yourself, she's fucking stunning," he exclaimed, kissing Lucy's hand as he did so.
Lucy blushed, then looked at me and told me she needed the toilet and was going to get changed. I smiled and nodded. She turned and knelt before standing, and walked over and wrapped the towel around herself before walking off towards the female changing rooms.
"Great body as well as great looking, well done you," John laughed, playfully punching me on the shoulder.
"Well It was good to see you but I'd better go and get changed too, don't want to keep the lovely lady waiting," I laughed.
Nothing was mentioned while we drove home, and I decided to let things lie, I knew how apprehensive Lucy got in public at times. We were sitting watching TV that evening when Lucy looked over at me.
"How long have you worked with John then?" she asked, "he seems nice enough."
"Around a year now, he's a good guy," I answered.
"He's never been around here," Lucy continued.
"No, I know what you're like with people so I don't ask people to come to our house. This is your safe space," I told her.
"Oh Danny, you don't have to not invite people because of me," she frowned, "anyway, John seemed quite nice, I quite liked him, I wasn't as nervous around him as I normally am."
"He liked you too, looks and body," I laughed, then stopped.
Maybe that should have been kept in my head. Lucy went quiet, and then a few seconds later she turned to me again.
"You think he fancies me, doesn't that bother you?" she asked.
"No, it shows me, and you, that other people think you're beautiful too," I answered diplomatically.
"He had really nice broad shoulders and a tight chest," Lucy giggled.
She ran off upstairs and I carried on watching TV, then Lucy reappeared with the dildo in hand. She had a devilish look on her face. She walked over and stood right in front of me, then stuck the dildo to the coffee table. She quickly stripped and then got me to undress too. She lowered onto the dildo, then pulled me to her and sucked my cock until I came all over her face. Laying in bed later she told me it had felt weird having two cocks inside her. Weird, but very nice. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
She'd used the dildo a few times previously, but after that night for the next week, it was all the time. If I fucked her she had the dildo in her mouth, if she was giving me a blowjob the dildo was stuffed into her pussy. The mirror got a special view as she rode the dildo while blowing me, watching herself in the glass as she did so.
I wasn't complaining, but I wondered to myself if she was thinking about John. This double penetration thing seemed to have started since we'd met John. I told myself it couldn't be, we were happily married, and she didn't know about the thoughts in the back of my head about sharing her. Later, while I watched her pushing the dildo into herself I found myself imagining it was John's cock and not the dildo. The idea intrigued me. That was the moment I wondered if I could get my shy timid mouse-like wife to sleep with another man. I didn't dare mention it to her though, it would have to take some serious planning. Planning that Lucy herself helped with by accident.
"I'm going to my parents after work on Friday, dad will drop me off later too, so why don't you invite John around?" Lucy told me.
"Well if you're not here then I could do that, let me know what time you'll be back and I'll get him to leave before then?" I asked.
"No, it's fine. It might be better if he's still here, if I'm not comfortable I'll just go upstairs and leave you to it," Lucy offered.
We'd had a few beers and had been laughing a lot throughout the night when Lucy arrived home on that Friday night. She had loose-fitting jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a cardigan over the top of it, despite it being quite warm outside for the time of year. She paused and looked at John sitting on the other sofa from me, and blushed a little.
I patted the sofa next to me and she came and sat down, glancing at John again. I hadn't taken much notice myself, but now I saw his top was a little tighter than I'd noticed, his chest muscles showing through. Lucy snuggled next to me, kissing me on the cheek before glancing at John again. She seemed oblivious at first, but then upon hearing a noise, she looked up at the TV.
"Oh god, what are you watching?" Lucy whispered quietly to me but John heard her too.
"We can turn it off if you want, but there isn't long left of the film, I didn't think you'd be back just yet," I told her.
Lucy glanced up at the screen again where the porn film that John had bought over was playing. I heard her gasp as the screen showed a girl dropping her dress to reveal her lingerie underneath, then unzipping the guy on screen and then a close-up of her taking his cock into her mouth. Lucy gasped again, and then her hand rested in my lap.
"Your erection feels harder than ever," Lucy whispered into my ear.
