Stumbling and Tumbling into a Happy Hotwife Marriage
What follows is the story of how one marriage tumbled unexpectedly into a new relationship dynamic. Things were never the same after that surprising night. And so this story. Fact or fiction, I hope you are entertained.
I don't drink. My wife, though, loves to imbibe adult beverages. Consequently, I'm always the designated driver. This night was no exception. We were invited to a pool party (July in Dallas) about twenty miles away. A close friend of mine lived nearby and was also going. To save on gas, we offered to pick him up to ride with us. So far so good.
We spent several hours at the party and left around eleven. As usual, I climbed into the driver's seat. My wife, who was feeling no pain, glibly offered to get in back to keep our friend company on the long ride home. It was dark. I didn't look back much but they were laughing and joking. Mostly I kept my eyes on the road. About half way home it got quiet. At first I just thought everyone was tired, but when I glanced in the rear view mirror, I only saw my friend. Where the hell was my wife?
I twisted around and saw my wife's mouth slurping up and down on my friend's hard dick. Her bikini top was lying on the seat beside her. My friend was fondling one of her tits. He saw me looking and shrugged his shoulders, his eyebrows raised, like it was as much a surprise to him as it was to me.
I said, "Lisa?" My wife stopped for a moment, looked up at me and said, "we'll talk when we get home," then went back to his cock like she was starving and this was her last meal. My friend shrugged again and continued to play with her tits. As surprising as the scene was, I had to turn back around. We were traveling down a highway. I wanted, no, needed to see what the hell was happening, but not bad enough to wreck the car at seventy miles an hour.
Almost in shock, I squeezed the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I wasn't sure how to handle this. What the fuck do I do? Yell? Stop the car? Throw up? Unsure, surprised and stunned into indecision, caught in the clutches of analysis paralysis, I kept driving. A couple of miles from his house, my friend started moaning. I knew he had already made it home, in a metaphorical sense.
No longer on the highway, and going much slower, I was able to glance back and forth between the road and the back seat. After my friend's moan, my wife rose up and wiped cum from around her mouth. She, still topless, smiled at me as she leaned against my friend, like this was the most normal thing in the world. As they relaxed in the afterglow together, she lovingly caressed his chest and he fondled her breasts for the last few minutes until we arrived.
As we pulled up to his house, my wife and my friend shared what I thought, incorrectly it turned out, was a final, long, juicy kiss. He took the opportunity to pinch her nipple and fondle her naked breasts one last time, as I watched. I saw all this clearly since we were stopped and I was staring straight at them.
He opened the door to leave, took a moment to wink at me, and stepped out. My wife snapped her bikini top on and followed him out of the car. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him one more scorching hot kiss goodnight, after which she opened the passenger door and scooted into the front seat with me. Almost like a zombie, I started driving and asked, "What the fuck, Lisa?"
She gave me a devilish little grin and explained. "Well, you know how we have talked about having a threesome sometime?"
"Yeah," I answered. "But the way I remember that conversation, we said if we both wanted to, in the right circumstances, with someone we agreed on, we might someday do something like that. I also remember we talked about the threesome being be with another girl."
"Well, baby" she said, smiling from ear to ear. "Someday turned out to be today and, surprise, the third turned out to be a guy." She laughed out loud. She saw my stunned expression and explained. "Oh, love, don't be angry. It started at the party. I rubbed up against a lot of guys in the pool. A couple of them copped a feel. By the time we left, I was super horny. The alcohol may have helped a teensy bit too." She laughed.
"Anyway, he's your friend so I knew if you ever shared me with a guy, it would be him. Sitting back there, beside him, the mood was right, the person was right, and I decided to go for it. I leaned in for a kiss. He pulled away at first, but pretty soon he kissed back. Things just, you know, went from there. Hope you aren't too upset." She giggled and traced her finger down my shoulder. I looked over and saw she couldn't wipe that stupid grin off her face. She was so damn happy.
