There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.
Daniel and Martin swinging in a foursome, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
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"One more thing?"
He looked at her as if she was about to ask him for a divorce. He looked at her as if she was about to ask him if Greta, Maureen, Ebony, Janya, and Veronica, along with Martin, could live with them in their big house. He looked at her as if what they were about to do was a mistake or a necessary evil for them to embrace and to enhance their sexuality for them to continue to have a happy marriage. Willing to agree to anything so long as Emma not leave him and stay with him as his wife, best friend, and lover, certainly, they had enough bedrooms and bathrooms to accommodate six overnight guests but for how long?
Even with Martin as the other rooster in his henhouse, what man in his right mind wouldn't want to live with six, sexual women? Given that four of the women, Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya, were lesbian women, Veronica was a bi-sexual woman, and the sixth woman was his wife, Emma, who wanted to live out her lesbian fantasy. Only and seemingly for now, the one woman who wasn't lesbian was his wife Emma. Moreover, a small detail that needed to be mentioned, four of the six women, Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya weren't real but imaginary women made up in his mind. Yet, a reality he feared, if not lesbian today, maybe Veronica would turn Emma lesbian tonight.
He couldn't help himself from imagining Veronica between his wife's legs fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. He couldn't help himself from imagining Veronica giving Emma an orgasm. He couldn't help himself from imagining Emma between Veronica's legs fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. He couldn't help himself from imagining Emma giving Veronica an orgasm. Then, with the faces of the two women buried in one another's pussies, he couldn't help but imagine them in the sixty-nine position and going at one another as if they were bitches in heat.
"Yes, there's one more thing," she said looking at him with nervous, sexual excitement. "There's something that I haven't told you."
Expecting the worst but hoping for the best, her secret little something, no doubt, was the other shoe. When things feel so good and whenever he's so happy, someone always drops the other shoe to return him to reality. What she was about to tell him, whatever it was, was the other shoe. Just once, he'd like to revel in the thought of Emma experiencing her lesbian, sexual fantasy, and him being allowed to dress as a woman without someone dropping the other shoe.
Something she hasn't told me? Now what? He wondered what it was. Is it not enough that her secret, sexual fantasy was to have lesbian sex with a woman? Is it not enough that she's already had lesbian sex with bi-sexual woman when Veronica kissed her, felt her big breasts, and masturbated her? Is it not enough that Veronica has a husband, Martin? Is it not enough that in the way that he'd like to watch Emma having sex with Veronica, Martin wants to watch Veronica having sex with Emma too? Is it not enough that for Emma to have her lesbian fantasy that he'd have to allow Veronica's husband to see his wife naked? Is it not enough that her little lesbian sexual fantasy has now suddenly turned into them possibly engaging in swinging sex with another couple? What else could she possibly tell him that she hasn't already told him?
Usually looking at her with love, kindness, and understanding when he's not looking at her with lust, desire, and horniness, he looked at her as if he no longer knew his wife. As if she was someone else, some other sexual being who suddenly liked women as much as she liked men, he looked at her as if she was a sexual animal instead of his loving wife. Catching him off guard, by telling him that Veronica had a husband and that now there was something else, he didn't know if he should look at her with dread or with sexual excitement. Judging her by the look of seriousness on her face, he read her look to make her facial expression his own. Now, instead of looking at her with love, kindness, and understanding, and instead of looking at her with lust, desire, and horniness, he looked at her with dread while afraid of what she was about to say.
"When you preference by saying there's one more thing, cravat emptor, you make me wary," he said hoping to lighten the suddenly heavy mood with a bit of levity. "What used to be sometimes predictable coming out of the mouth of my beautiful, blonde wife, is now surprising. Especially after telling me that Veronica masturbated you, suddenly, I never know what you're going to say to shock me."
She looked at him submissively as if wanting to ask his permission tell him something when she didn't need his permission to speak. In that moment, depending upon the type of lesbian sex she wanted to experience, he imagined her wanting to join a lesbian motorcycle gang, the Butch Bitches or the Pink Panties. Imagining her getting Veronica's name tattooed on her beautiful chest along with Martin's name forever inked on the side of her shapely ass, he couldn't help but think that he was losing his wife to a woman and possibly to another man. Going from their perfectly sheltered, little life to her wanting to experience her secret, sexual fantasy in having lesbian sex, what happened? Suddenly, he wished he could turn back the clock and return to how things were between them before she confessed her secret lesbian, sexual fantasy to him. Figuring it would make things even worse, he was glad that he didn't tell her his sexual secret that he was a closeted, cross dresser.
With her suddenly wanting to play in the Devil's playground of decadence, debauchery, and depravity, imagining her swinging both ways, if this is the life she chooses, he didn't know if he could keep up with her. His cross dressing took whatever free time and extra, sexual energy he had. Besides at 40-years-old with more important priorities in his life, such as making money, he didn't have the sexual drive that he once had in his twenties and even in his early thirties. Emma, at 35-years-old, seemed to be just getting into her sexual stride. With him humping her as fast and as hard as he could already, he didn't think that he could hump her any faster or any harder to satisfy her sexually when it was Veronica and not him that she wanted.
"It's her husband," she said biting her lip. "There's something about Martin that I haven't told you."
Ready to give her a good pussy licking in the hopes that he could save her from turning lesbian with an oral orgasm, she stopped him short by her saying that there's one more thing and that one more thing is Veronica's husband, Martin. Her husband? He impatiently waited for the other shoe to fall with a resounding thud on their hardwood, bedroom floor. In the way she had sex with Veronica masturbating her, has she already had sex with Martin too? Is that it? Is that what she hasn't told him but what she needs to tell him now?
While imagining the worst, their marriage vow of faithfulness being broken, shedding new light to this development and with renewed hopefulness, he imagined the best sexual scenario emerging. Thinking that she may have already had sex with Martin too, he couldn't believe it. His beautiful wife has suddenly turned into a lesbian whore willing to have sex with anyone, man or woman.
'What the fuck? Are you kidding me? No way,' he thought to himself while trying to remain calm.
Just as her sexual confession could have good repercussions with him having sex with Veronica and possibly with Martin too, Emma finding her new born sexuality could have bad repercussions too, with her leaving him for them. Her having lesbian sex is one thing but her engaging in hetero, extra marital sex with another man is something else entirely and not part of their as yet, unspoken, sexual agreement. It was then that he wished he never had sexy, pillow talk with his wife and with her confessing her wanting to be with a woman. It was then that he wished Emma had never met Veronica.
"Her husband? What about him?"
Just as he couldn't imagine his sweet wife naked in another man's arms, he couldn't image what she was going to say next about Martin. What more could she possibly say about these two swingers? Yet hung up but in a good way on Veronica being lesbian and the thoughts of her having lesbian sex with Emma, he was hung up but in a bad way on his wife's lesbian lover having a husband and with Martin having heated, hetero sex with his wife. While kissing and kissing her, he imagined Martin feeling, fondling, and sucking Emma's big, beautiful breasts before serving up his erect, hard, hairy cock to her beautiful mouth. Her way of making him hard enough for her to have sexual intercourse with him, he imagined Emma sucking Martin's cock in the way he's already thought about Martin sucking his cock and he thought about sucking Martin's cock.
Already on sexual overload, unable to stop the flood of pornographic images, he imagined Emma with her legs spread and Martin between them while fingering and licking her pussy long enough to make her cum. He imagined Emma with her legs spread and Martin between them humping her, making love to her, and fucking her while pounding her pussy hard enough to give her an orgasm. With Martin giving Emma an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his lips before giving her another one with his cock, he imagined losing his wife to him. He imagined Martin not only leaving with Veronica but also with Emma too.
"Bye. Thanks for everything," he imagined saying while sad that his wife was leaving him but happy that she was living out her secret, sexual fantasy of having sex with a woman.