This story is part 6 of a series where a husband and wife work to expand their sexual enjoyment. I would suggest that you'll enjoy it more if you have read the preceding chapters.
This one is a little different to the others and is needed to get us ready for what's next. Enjoy, I hope :).
A Night Out
"I still can't believe you did it." Emily whispered to me as she leaned in for privacy.
"What?" I leaned back on my seat and way too loud followed up with "Eat the creampie your boyfriend gave you?" I smirked, she didn't. Her head, shot round, looking at the adjacent tables, mortified to think that someone was listening in.
It was Wednesday evening, 3 days since she turned me into a cuckold with her first gangbang. It warmed my heart, looking at her concerned face as she looked around the restaurant, panicked. She was the epitome of confusion.
Sitting here in this very upmarket restaurant, the safety blanket of her jacket having been removed when we sat down. Her nipples rings clearly pushing their way through her blouse, her black bra visible through the cream blouse. The pearl necklace tight around her neck, drawing your attention to the swell of her cleavage. Though the top button is holding on for dear life as she is leaning forward. Anyone remotely interested in a woman's breasts would surely do a double when she enters their field of view. They look huge, decorated for attention, inviting a second look to create a permanent imprint in their minds.
Then knowing that the table without a cloth is allowing anyone near us to ogle her long stockinged legs, that her tight mini skirt is surely showing off. The heels causing her calves to look tight and athletic. I knew what her thighs would look like and how much was on show. I knew that her profile was breathtaking.
Her body is on display at the very edge of decency for a place like this and she is panicking that someone is able to hear our sexual conversation. She is in the same outfit that we bought for her first date with Nate, I asked her to wear it tonight deliberately. She looked like my high class escort.
Even though she had had all the crazy sex this weekend just gone and was sitting there with tattoos and nipple rings winking at everyone, deep down inside she was still 100% a demure, English housewife. Shy about everything sex related.
"God Chris shout it out, why don't you." She looked at me with that pissed off frown.
I smiled back a sort of apology, "Yes, I did do it and I loved it." I left a pause for a moment, "Thank you love."
She blushed as I knew she would. She then shook her head and leaned back in her chair "I still can't believe I ..." she let it trail off.
I decided that I wasn't going to make a scene but instead take this opportunity to keep us moving forward. "I know love, it's crazy isn't it?" She nodded before I continued "I love, love, LOVE that we're here." She didn't nod, instead she held my gaze.
It truly was amazing. I think back to that morning when Michelle was faffing on my laptop and looking over my cuckold folder, stories etc. I've thought about that moment a lot over these months and have decided that I'd subconsciously left it all accessible as I wanted to be caught. I mean look at where we are right now. Half of my dreams have come true and more. How my amazing wife sitting in front of me had quickly started to dress more provocatively. How she quickly was half naked, wanking herself off at work. How she allowed her body to be changed, the tattoos and nipples rings. She did that amazing show in the spa shower. How just two days ago she allowed herself to be gang banged.
Yup my wife sitting right in front of me had entertained a house full of men and allowed each of them to have intercourse with her one after the other for a whole weekend. How she'd even allowed one of them to actually plant his semen deep inside her. I'd never imagined she'd allow that and then of course how I'd enjoyed the feast that it had created in her used, dirty pussy. I felt myself getting hard as I recapped it all and could even taste the cum and pussy flavour over the lovely wine we were drinking.
And the fact that she'd eventually told me about how Terry had pretty much used her as a whore. Making her have sex with the golf club captain for some privileged car parking space for a year or something. That wasn't really something I'd thought about or expected, but boy it had my mind reeling. Emily wasn't at all happy about it and even now was cross with him for doing it. But deep down I could tell that there was something about her being coerced or forced to do it that really made her tick. She'd never admit that but I could see it in her eyes when I managed to get her to talk about it.
Even after all these changes I still couldn't quite imagine us sitting here with my wife sporting a huge pregnant belly. Growing a black baby from an unknown donor. I mean, in my mind's eye I can certainly see. I can picture her sitting further away from the table to give the huge bump more room. I can picture her boobs even bigger, resting on her belly, her nipple rings gone. I can picture knowing that a small dark skinned baby boy or girl would soon be feasting from them. I can picture it all, but I still can't believe we'll really get there. It feels like one step too far away.
She pulled me from my daydream "I can't do this, you know, that again".
"Why love?"
"It's just so wrong. We're married, we have vows. I love you and you say" she scrunched up her face "you love me. It's not normal. It's not right." I wanted to interject right now, but instead left her to continue her unload. "I can't do that slag thing you want me to become." I was thinking, too late now and slut fits better love, but again I was quiet. "I'm not supposed to have sex like the other day. I can't do it again. I wont do it again. Chris, you had your fun. That's it. The end." And she took a deep breath and picked up her wine glass.
It was almost comical the way she was trying to convince herself. I knew I could probably finish this conversation in seconds with a simple 'Did you enjoy it? Yes. Good. Well let's do it more', but I wanted to talk it out. I wanted to have a little fun. "I understand Emily. It was fun while it lasted." And I gave her a half smile.
She smiled back but didn't respond. I expect she didn't believe me. "You can't remove the tattoos love?" No response. "And what about your nipple rings?" still looking at me dead straight. "I know you love your nipple rings, would you want them out?"
She took a spin before a slight nod so I carried on "I can see them easily right now you know." Our eyes locked "They draw a man's attention. I bet every man here noticed them." I heard her draw in a deep breath, a near silent gasp. "They give a focus point and bring more attention to your huge baps love." I smiled and chuckled. "You've gotten used to people noticing and you like it."
She nodded.
"So you'll keep the sexy nipple rings?"
"It's not like I can remove them, anyway", she tutted.
"Well there's always a way."
"Yer but it wouldn't be easy, you and Michelle made it as tricky as hell", and she looked down at them.
"I know, it's good isn't it?" I smiled and she tutted again, looking up at me "Thrust them out for me." She didn't move, just held my gaze. I repeated myself "Thrust your huge tits out for me love."
