This is a cuckold story (or it will be once it gets going). It's a story of what I wish would happen to these real people. It is (sadly) entirely fictional. Yup, there's a lot in the real world that you wouldn't and shouldn't do, lucky for you this is a fantasy, fiction and some people find it erotic.
This is in the Loving Wives category as I believe it matches it's intended use (married extra-marital fun: swinging, sharing & more).
Hope you enjoy it, please do reach out should you have feedback or suggestions.
A Wife's Descent Ch. 02
Changes are Happening
Thursday morning, I got a bit of housework done while Emily dropped Claire off at college and I got stuck into my work in the home office. Typically, Emily only worked in the afternoon, so she could have lazy mornings sometimes. She could be a lady of leisure, and I'm fine with that.
Trying to focus on work, but my mind kept coming back to what has happened in the last few days. About a week ago, my cuckold fantasy and panty fetish were just my secret. Emily might have known about bits of my fetishes, but she seemed to ignore them for the most part. But now that the cat was out of the bag, thanks to Michelle, things were progressing with Emily quite nicely.
For instance, Emily had gone out clubbing with Michelle in a sexy dress and then danced provocatively with a gorgeous black man. She had danced with a black man, let's let that sink in for a moment. My cock twitched at the thought. They had touched and been sweaty and close on the dance floor. I'm having a hard time picturing them dancing, to tell you the truth, because Emily never does anything like that. I can imagine her being shy at the club and not dancing with anyone, all while trying to keep her body covered in that dress. But boy, I'd love her to be comfortable doing a lot more.
Then there was last night out for work. She had dressed differently. In fact, very differently for a work thing. It was not just a little sexy, it was outright slutty. To me, it was spectacular, yet admittedly, a bit scary. What are her colleagues going to think of her now? She goes back to the office in a few hours. I wondered what she will wear today? Did anyone say anything to her? My God, others probably took pictures with her, just to take home with them and wank to. I know I would do exactly that if someone sexy like her was in the room. I wouldn't be able to help it. I didn't know what had gotten into her, because she never wears stockings or mini skirts like that, in fact, she never wears skirts above the knee. And then there was the dark bra under the white blouse with the buttons undone. It all seemed to me like it was just a dream, but no, it wasn't, as I have the photographic evidence on my phone.
It was still early morning, so I dove into my work at the office. Hearing my phone bing, I noticed a text from Michelle asking if I wanted to chat about yesterday. Of course, I did, so I finished my current project and dialled her number. I felt good pleasing her and knowing I'd done my duty well. Also not really surprised that she knew exactly what had transpired.
"Ummhumm, how did you make her wear that?" I asked the instant she picked up.
"Make her wear what?" She replied. I could hear her sly grin through the phone.
I knew exactly what she wanted me to say and was already nicely warmed up from looking at the pics again earlier. "That fantastic, sexy, slutty outfit," I replied.
"It was rather slutty, wasn't it? And you're welcome, by the way," she said. "Do you know that she went to work as normal?"
"Yup," I replied.
"And I'm sure you recognized the clothes as the ones you gave me last week when we last chatted?".
I certainly did, and then she continued. "Well I've kept them with me wondering when and how to use them. We were supposed to be going out last night, so I was thinking it would be hot to try and convince her to change halfway through the film inside the theatre. Since it would be a dark room, nobody would see her, and she would feel safe. It would be a nice, easy thing to start with," Michelle said.
"Ohhh that was a good idea." I interrupted.
She carried on, "Well, so when she cancelled due to the work dinner, I made her meet up beforehand for a quick coffee. We chatted about her going out wearing what she had on. I said that I had something better for her, but she didn't want to wear it. I told her that you'd want her to wear it, and that I wanted her to as well, and that she should live a little. In the end, she said she'd try them on just to shut me up."
"What, just like that, she tried them and.." there's no way it was that simple. Not in a million years, I thought.
She continued, "I went with her to try them on in the bathroom. She was full of the usual, 'I can't wear this, and where did you get it from?' But eventually, put the outfit on. As soon as she stepped out from the stall, I took a load of pics."
"Ooohhh so you have pics. Gawd." I replied, wanting badly to see them.
"Long story short, I told her, 'you look great', 'stop moaning', 'God you're hot', 'I'll email these pics to them if you don't wear it and then that will be weird.' In the end, she reluctantly gave in and told me she would wear it."
"Wow, Michelle, that feels a bit too easy," I replied.
"Exactly, but it also told me that deep down inside, she wanted to wear it, maybe a little bit. I think she got excited as the secret little slut inside her started to show herself. I have other pics from throughout the night also." She laughed and continued, "But the more interesting bit was when she came home."
Oh yes, I'd nearly forgotten about that. There was a weird conversation outside, then a rush upstairs. "Yeah I was going to ask about that. What happened?"
"This is where it gets interesting, Chris. I met her outside and she was all panicked. You see, she was very turned on and confused about what it meant. She'd enjoyed having her colleagues lust after her. It was a load of new feelings and she felt that she was letting you down by exposing too much of herself. She was scared of what you would think." she paused to let that sink in a bit. "It's exciting though isn't it Chris?"
"God yup."
"She also said that one of the men there, Terry, was very taken with her outfit. He was quite drunk and, according to Emily, was 'Rude to her many times that evening'. I didn't get the details but I will. I think we may be able to have some fun with Terry, since it sounds like Emily doesn't really like him. What do you think about that Chris? Do you like that idea?"
"Errr what do you mean have fun?" I asked.
"Well what do you think would be fun? You tell me. Let your imagination run wild. What could she do? What do you really want from her?"
Oh wow, I couldn't picture this dude. Was he young or old, fit or fat, married or single, what did he say to her? Was it mild, or filthy? Instantly I began to visualise a fat older man, telling Emily about how nice it is to see her big pair of tits and how he'd love to plough her pussy. I picture them somewhere in the building where they're out of sight and he has her pinned against a wall. His lips all over hers, one hand holding her wrists together above her. His other hand moving across her tits, really mauling them. Him kicking her legs apart and her skirt riding up her thighs.
"Well?" came Michelle's chase.
"I want Terry to use Emily and enjoy her body." I blurt out, fresh from my interrupted daydream.
"Good, that's what I think Terry deserves." she laughed. "If you would, check his social media profiles, and find out a bit about him for me, Computer Boy."
She's called me that before because she thinks that's what I do for work. How she thinks that airframe engineering means I'll be good at tracking people down online, is beyond me. However I replied with a "Yup, I will."
"Ok got to run, Cucky Boy. Have a good day with that new slut of yours." Then Michelle is gone with a giggle. We didn't really finish the conversation but I can work the rest out. I still had many questions. My imagination continued to run wild. I briefly rubbed my cock through my pants as it began to get hard.
Eventually, Emily wandered into my office and sat down in my large leather chair that I occasionally used for reading. She curled her legs up under herself and waited for me to finish what I was doing.
"Hey hey," I said, as I swivelled around to face her. I was suddenly very shocked to see right up her mini-skirt, directly into a lovely pair of white lace panties. She had put on the mini-skirt from yesterday. Why? To tease me?
"Ohhh blimey, I like," I blurted out, beaming from ear to ear. Her smooth, bare legs contrasted beautifully with her black skirt. She wasn't fully dressed like yesterday, as her top was her typical jumper, and I guessed that she wore a bra of some sort, because I could see her prominent mounds pushing against her top.
"I thought you'd like to see it on me." she smiled. "I really don't completely understand your fetish, so I thought that wearing this would help me figure out exactly what you want."
"Oh, understand what?" I asked, as if I didn't know.
"Understand why you want me to wear things like this." She indicated her skirt, while at the same time used her hand to try and pull it down a little. "I'm also trying to figure out why you want to share me with other men," she stated, as she looked directly into my eyes. I looked away, slightly ashamed. This conversation was awkward, as we never talked about this kind of thing outside of heated sexual encounters.
"Ohh that." I'd always wondered how much she knew about the erotica I wrote, and the porn I watched on the internet. She had to know a little, right? She's pointed it out to me a few times over the years but she never really talked about it. I guess we were about to break new ground .... again.
"Look at me Chris," she said sternly, as I made eye contact with her again. "Did you have sex with Michelle last night?"
"God no," I belted out quickly, "I'd never do that to you."
"But you were wearing a thong last night. What was that all about? How can I trust you?"
Ok, I thought, I need to handle this the right way. If I'm too honest, or I tell too many lies, or I make this sound creepy for her, all of this could go south very quickly.
