This is a cuckold story (or it will be once it gets going). 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.
Emily and I are real people. All my stories are based on the real us. Nope nothing even remotely exciting like any of these stories has happened to us. One can only dream or write it all down :).
A Wife's Descent Ch. 04
The Speed of Changes
I noted a new attention to detail to Emily's personal grooming. She had a lot less hair around her pussy. She wasn't completely shaved, but she was neatly trimmed. It drove me wild, teasing her that it was "A slut trim for a slutty cunt.".
She laughed me off. It certainly seemed like she was wet for fourteen hours out of the day now. My constant, eager attention worked wonders on her confidence and libido.
These last two weeks had been a wild ride, and tonight being another potential step on the ladder. I still couldn't get over the video of Emily masturbating in front of two men during a work visit. It was as if there was something inside her waiting to be unleashed. This sexual beast inside her had clearly been there forever dormant and was only now being let free. Like it wanted to rapidly make up for lost time. Things were moving much quicker than I ever expected. And that's a good thing? Yes?
Even Claire, our daughter, could tell something was different, often catching us with a twinkle in your eyes. Yesterday she even dropped a, "Mum is acting like a total THOT," whatever that meant.
I even started to miss some of Michelles input. A few things appeared to have happened naturally without her guidance, and she was pleased with that. Michelle was especially pleased when she got to see the wanking video, even saying that she wasn't surprised at all. Then, unexpectedly, Michelle texted me about Saturday night, and she promised a surprise before she and Emily went out, but wouldn't say more.
My mind raced with wild possibilities.
Before they go
Saturday night finally rolled around. Nothing was particularly different from the week before, but somehow everything had changed. Emily was almost giddy. She seemed more confident, teasing me, but not revealing anything she knew about Michelle's plans.
Michelle arrived just before 7 and quickly whisked Emily away to our bedroom to start getting ready.
I waited around in the lounge for what seemed like ages. My condom covered cock, wondering what tonight would bring. My mind was filled with over-the-top fantasies, imagining them in a sixty nine, licking each other while getting ready for a slutty night out.
Dream on.
After what seemed like an age, I heard giggles coming from upstairs, then the sound of heels coming down the hallway.
I tried to hide the massive tent, up against the back of the sofa. Hearing Michelle say, "Trust me Emily, just follow my lead."
They appeared, Michelle was wearing a flowing green dress that came to just above the knee, with strappy white heels, and miles of cleavage on display. I couldn't help notice her lacy bra peeking out around the edges of her dress. Her makeup was bold and she wore a big set of hoop earrings.
I was plenty distracted, but then the other goddess entered the room. My heart and cock just about exploded. Emily's dress was both elegant and sexy with a tiny hint of sluttiness thrown in. It was a little black dress, clingy and sheer enough that I could make out the pattern of her bra through it. The scoop of the neckline combined with whatever bra she was wearing made her boobs look immense. Almost comically huge, utterly perfect. She wore a pair of black heels, taller than ones she would usually wear, and her make up and earrings matched Michelle's.
Somehow this woman was my wife and yet a completely different woman at the same time. She was putting her body on display, for the 3rd time in recent weeks.
My mouth must have dropped open with an audible gasp. Emily and Michelle both smiled, fully aware of the effect they'd had on him.
Suddenly, there was the blare of a horn from outside as the Taxi pulled up.
Michelle ignored it. "Emily tells me you have quite a thing for her panties. So we're going to play a quick game before we go out."
I felt sweat beading on my brow as I looked between Emily and Michelle. I wasn't quite sure what I had gotten myself into. I knew that Emily and Michelle really did share everything. In fact they'd obviously chatted about this very topic.
"Go with it honey, it'll be fun," Emily said. I could barely believe my ears, unsure what kind of spell Michelle had cast on Emily, but I definitely liked it. I nodded and couldn't stop my eyes from wandering over the many exposed parts of their bodies.
Michelle produced a tiny black thong from her handbag. "Recognize this?" She asked. I sure did, It was the thong Emily had worn the week before, which had clearly been washed.
She quizzed me "Is Emily going to wear this again? Or is she going to wear what she has on right now?... Or a third option, a surprise?".
"What does she have on now?" my throat suddenly feeling very dry.
They both smiled at me and I swear I could see Emily's nipples starting to get hard, even through her bra.
"Does Emily wear this again, what she has on right now or ...?"
The taxi horn blasted again.
My brain went into overload trying to weigh all the options. She could be wearing anything right now. Or nothing... maybe she had nothing on! I'm pretty sure I can't make out any panty lines. And what about the surprise? It looks like Emily is in on this. The previous thong of course had a history that I could feel stirring my loins.
"Um... uh... Surprise!" I blurted out.
A giggle "Told you," Emily said, with a smirk to Michelle.
Michelle threw the tiny thong at me. I nearly caught it, before dropping it on the floor.
Emily closed her eyes. I watched her take a deep breath, clearly still not sure this was a good idea. She opened her eyes again and looked over at Michelle. They both carefully reached under their dresses, their motions almost perfectly synchronized. Michelle's dress made it a little easier, but they both grabbed their knickers.
My cock throbbed and I sucked in a big breath as they started to wriggle them down. No way, were they both going to the club without knickers?
Emily watched Michelle, but Michelle was staring directly at me, a big grin on her face. Both sets of knickers appeared at their knees then down to their ankles and they quickly stepped out of them. I was giddy with excitement.
Then both women swapped knickers. My heart sped up, suddenly confused. I watched as they proceeded to step into the knickers that each other had just been wearing. I noticed Emily's hand shaking a little as she drew the knickers up her legs and into place. The tiny, transparent thong Michelle had just been wearing disappeared out of sight beneath her dress.
Michelle quickly pulled on Emily's black, lacy pair of knickers. They weren't quite a thong but were much more revealing than my wife typically wore.
I gasped and my cock swelled against the fabric of my pants. For a moment, I was afraid I was going to lose it. Although, I was glad to have the condom on to catch it if I did.
Emily and Michelle gave a quick wiggle of their hips to get them nicely in place and their dresses smoothed out against their skin. Michelle gave me a wink and then grabbed Emily's hand and dragged her to the door.
I heard Michelle say to Emily, clearly for my benefit, "Oooh you are turned on, aren't you?" as she gave a sort of hip wiggle and stoop. Did she just 'feel' Emily's dampness? There was a double giggle and then they were gone. Like before, but also, nothing like before.
"I can't believe we just did that," Emily said, with a chuckle. "Well, I can believe you just did that. I can't believe I just did that."
"Whatever," Michelle said, " I could tell you liked it."
Emily smirked, but didn't deny it. Michelle fished a little flask out of her purse and handed it to Emily.
"Yes, thank you, I could use a bit of that," Emily said, taking a big swig.
Michelle grinned, and took a drink herself.
Dancing with Nate
They weren't at the club long before Nate and Miles turned up.
"I didn't think it was possible, but you ladies are looking even more ravishing than last time," Nate said, kissing each of their hands.
Emily blushed a bit.
Miles went to order a round of drinks, but Nate pulled Emily toward the dance floor.
"Shouldn't we have a drink first?" Emily asked.
"Don't be silly," he said with a smile. "Drinks can wait when I have a dance partner as lovely as you."
He pulled her close and she sucked in a little breath. She felt his hand on her back and his chest up against hers.
Emily was nervous she wasn't drunk enough yet to be cutting loose, but to her surprise, she barely felt guilty at all. Even when she could feel Nate's erection pressing against her stomach. It started to remind her of the mall those few weeks ago.
She kept giggling, imagining how worked up Chris was going to be when he heard about it. But, that did not stop her from becoming turned on.
Miles and Michelle passed by with drinks in their hands and waved the two of them over to a table. They made their way over. Emily sat down in the booth and Nate slid in right beside her.
Michelle was whispering something in Miles' ear, which of course, instantly made Emily a little nervous.
Nate picked up a glass, looking into Emily's eyes. She slowly picked up a glass, clinking it against his. Then she took a big drink.
"I am so glad you came tonight," Nate said. "You're a fantastic dancer."
"Ohh, I am not," Emily said.
"Oh trust me, you are. And I must say, that dress looks absolutely mesmerizing on you."
"Oh stop..." Emily said, blushing and taking another drink. Feeling strangely bold "I know exactly what you're looking at.".
She felt his hand on her thigh. Her buxom heaved and Nate looked down with a grin.
