Careful What You Wish For 23

This story is one of my longer ones. I've tried to build the characters a little bit more. Although I consider this to be a loving wives story, it covers other themes such as cheating, cuckolding, group sex, porn and sex work. Please give it a miss if these themes are not your thing.

Let me introduce ourselves. I'm Jack, I'm 38 and from Manchester in the North-West of England. I'm married to Zoe, who is also 38. We met at College when we were 18. We were both virgins when we met, and neither of us had ever been with any other partners. We did everything together, College, travel, and work, where we started a building business in our twenties. We were married at 25 and remain as close now as we've ever been. We were not able to have children and instead chose to work hard to enjoy a lovely house and to be able to travel and enjoy luxury wherever we went.

We have a great life, and didn't need to change it. But it did change a year ago, in ways neither of us would have ever predicted. Are we ok? Yeah, at least I think we are. Is Zoe happy? Happier than she has ever been? Am I happy? Yeah, well at least I think I am.

So why did we change our perfect life?

To get back to where all of this started we rewind a year, to an innocent conversation as we were getting ready for a night out.

"I can't wear this dress," Zoe said to me as I came out of the shower, "I'm too fat."

Zoe is a size 16 and has a beautiful rounded shape. She has big hips, and her boobs are 38D. She has shoulder-length dyed blonde hair and a pretty face, but her weight and the fact she is pushing Size 18 get to her.

"You look fantastic," I answered her honestly, "Don't start thinking you don't either. You look so sexy in that dress."

"I don't, I just look fat," she continued, "Look how it clings to my belly?"

"You're being silly here, you look stunning as always," I tried to reassure her, "Wear that to the party tonight and you'll turn heads, I guarantee it."

I kissed her and felt her bum through the soft smooth fabric of the dress. I could feel myself getting hard just touching her.

"Not now!" She cried out, slapping my hand away, "I need to do my hair and makeup."

"So you're wearing the dress then?" I said with a smile.

"We'll if you're sure I look ok, I'll wear it," she told me, "Now let me get ready or we'll be late."

We were in a taxi an hour later and I noticed the taxi driver checking Zoe out. Her black dress was low cut, showing off her ample tits, and it was short enough that the driver tried to get a look up her skirt as she got in and out.

Once we were in the building, we had to get a lift up to the 12th floor of a new office block. The party tonight was the launch of a new load of office and living spaces in Manchester City Centre. Our company had won a contract to do some of the internal work, and my friend who led the development had invited us to this plush launch party which included dancers, DJs and cocktails.

"I offer you a bet tonight," I told her as the lift went up.

"What are you on about?" Zoe asked me.

"That taxi driver was checking you out on the way over here," I told her, "I bet that you get chatted up here tonight. Somebody will hit on you, no matter how you think you look in that dress."

"Don't be daft Jack," she scolded me, "There's not a chance."

The lift opened, and we were offered a Champagne by a beautiful young waitress.

"Look at some of the girls here," Zoe went on, "Why would some man try it ok with a middle-aged wife like me? And besides, I bet some of these girls are available for other kinds of work if you know what I mean?"

"Hookers? You think?" I asked, surprised she would think of something like this.

"Definitely," she went on, "I read it in one of my magazines. They often book escorts to work as waitresses, then accept advances from high-paying clients if needed. You'd be surprised how much of it goes on. Anyway, what are you offering on this bet?"

"If I lose, you can make me do any chores around the house you want for the next week," I offered her, knowing that she always complained that I never did much as I was always at work.

"And if somebody does hit on me?" She questioned.

"If I win," I continued, "You submit to me sexually for an hour tonight. You have to do anything I want."

I noticed her bite her lip a bit but still expected a swift rebuttal.

"Deal," She said as my friend Dean approached, "You haven't got a chance."

"Zoe, Jack, so glad you could make it," Dean shouted over the music in his usual gregarious manner, "There are so many people I need you to meet tonight."

Dean took us on a tour of the party, introducing us to a few of his business partners. One seemed to take an interest in Zoe and kissed her hand. He was a good-looking tall man with distinguished greying hair. He looked like money. A smart suit, expensive shoes, a watch that costs more than most people make in a year. He was on a different level.

We made some small talk for a while before Dean dragged me away to discuss his next development with a couple of other business partners. He said that his friend Matt would look after my wife and that business wouldn't end up taking the whole night. If there was another contract going, it would be great money again, and too much to turn down. I reluctantly left my wife with the handsome stranger.

When I returned, Matt made his excuses and said that he would catch up with us later, leaving me alone with Zoe.

"You won't believe what he does for a living!" She told me, blushing a bit and looking flustered, "He's a photographer and runs a model agency! He does anything from business portfolio pictures to what he described as adult content! Whatever that means!"

"Really?" I answered, "I would have had him down as real estate trade all day long!"

"Me too, but that's not all," she continued, sounding excited, "He's offered to do a shoot with me! He wants to prove that I'm not fat and still beautiful."

"What did you say?" I asked.

"No of course!" Zoe laughed, "He wasn't talking about adult content, but I just couldn't."

"Why not?" I asked her, "I'd love to have some professional pictures of you."

"I don't know Jack," she replied, but I could tell she was thinking about his offer, "I just don't think I could."

Before I had the chance to try to convince her anymore, one of my business acquaintances came up, clearly under the influence of strong cocktails and asked Zoe to dance.

"Jack, may I borrow your beautiful wife for a dance please?" Rob asked.

"Of course," I replied, "If she's in the mood."

"Go on then," she replied, "That champagne has gone to my head, so why not."

He led her by the hand to the dance floor and another acquaintance started chatting to me about another business deal. I was trying to watch them over his shoulder and could see Rob pull Zoe in close to him to dance. It wasn't anything dirty, but he had his arms around her waist, while hers were on his shoulders. Their groins must have been very close, if not touching. They stayed on the dancefloor for a couple of songs, and as my acquaintance left, I noticed Rob put his hand on Zoe's bum. My heart leaped, but I noticed that she didn't move it. She's letting him touch her bum. My pulse was racing, and against all of my instincts, my cock was getting hard.

Why the fuck was my cock getting hard at the sight of my friend touching my wife's ass? I should go over there and punch him, take her back. I couldn't though, I was rooted to the spot watching. If my cock was hard, surely his cock was hard too. If he was hard, then Zoe was currently pressing herself against it. God, I was horny.

I went to the toilet and had to wait until my erection subsided before I could pee. My mind was racing. I'd gone through phases of having the fantasy of watching Zoe with another man but never came close to bringing it up with her.

When I came back, Zoe was back with another drink and Rob was off talking to another woman. Zie was a bit flustered when I got back, looking red, and with a little bit of sweat on her brow from the hot dancefloor. Had she been turned on dancing with Rob? Had she felt his ass, or even worse touched his cock.

"You win your bet," she said to me, breaking what was becoming an awkward silence, "He gave me his phone number and told me to call him if I wanted some fun on the side."

I was shocked for a second, although Rob was what we in the UK call a "Fanny rat" somebody who would chase any woman he could for sex.

"I said no of course," Zoe continued, "I'm not interested in him at all."

She kept quiet about his touching her. Did she hope that I hadn't seen her? Did she think I might cause a scene if she told me? Or did it turn her on and she didn't want to admit it? I couldn't decide.

We had a few more drinks before the party ended and our taxi collected us. We said goodnight to friends old, and some new and I couldn't wait to get home to get my hands on Zoe. I didn't have to wait.

Zoe cuddled up to me first, before slowly tilting her head up to meet my lips. She kissed me with the passion that we had when we first met as teenagers.

"The taxi driver will see!" I protested at first.

"I don't care," Zoe answered, "Let him see."

Even when drunk, Zoe had never acted like this. Zoe wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but our sex life was vanilla I guess you would call it. We learned together what we each liked and didn't like, and we didn't stretch each other's boundaries. With neither of us having any other sexual experience, we never had anything to go on. We played it safe most of the time. Zoe seemed insatiable tonight.

Our kiss became more passionate as her tongue went deeper, and she started to touch my leg, gradually moving up towards my crotch. I now put my arm around her stomach and I noticed that she had opened her legs slightly. When we broke from the kiss for a moment, she smiled with a wanton look in her eye that I had never seen.

"What are you going to do to me tonight then?" She whispered.

"I'm going to lick every part of you," I whispered back in her ear, "Then fuck you hard."

"We always do that," she whispered back, "You won your bet, surely you want to take advantage of me?"

"What do you mean?" I looked at her quizzically.

"Surprise me tonight," Zoe said, "Don't ask me, just do it."

She kissed me again as we pulled into our street. I put my hand on Zoe's leg and noticed that her dress had ridden up to almost the top of her thighs. The driver must have been able to see her knickers as her legs were still parted. She wanted him to have a flash of her most intimate parts.

Once we were inside, I took charge pressed her against the wall and kissed her again. I was now the aggressor as I reached down and hitched her dress up. I pushed her legs apart and wasted no time putting my hand down her knickers, feeling her pubic mound followed by her moist folds. Zoe was soaking as I expected after our taxi ride, so I think kept her pinned against the wall and rubbed her harder until she could barely kiss me as she reached orgasm.

Zoe's knees buckled as she came, and I inserted two fingers inside her as she bucked her hips. Without letting her recover, I put the two fingers in her mouth and made her taste herself. She sucked at them, cleaning the juices from them without questioning me. This was new, and she liked it.

"Now suck my cock," I told her, pushing her roughly down onto her knees.

Zoe smiled and rubbed my bulge as I unzipped my trousers. My cock is a decent 7 inches long and was as hard as I've ever seen it when she popped it free. Zoe licked the tip first before taking the head in, followed by about half of the shaft. I once again took charge and grabbed her hair, forcing her to stay still as I started to slowly fuck her mouth. Zoe didn't back off, so I went a little bit harder, and still, she sucked.

I could feel my orgasm approaching and pre-cum was starting to leak from my cock. Zoe didn't mind me cumming in her mouth, so this was nothing new. She would often swallow it when she was a little bit drunk as she was now, and I could still hear her words telling me that I should do something different.

In a moment, I decided to pull my cock from her mouth just as I came. I shot bolt after bolt of spunk over her face, hitting her in the cheeks, the nose and the forehead, which just missed her eye. The last of it dripped down her from, landing on her dress and cleavage. I made a mess of her, but she wasn't shocked, she was smiling up at me.

"Now that was different!" She laughed as she kissed me with salty lips and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I went and got us a beer each out of the fridge and Zoe returned a minute or two later with her face clean, but her dress still stained with my sperm.

"That was fucking amazing," she said after a swig of beer.

"You didn't mind that?" I asked her.

"No, I loved it," she admitted, "Maybe not an every night thing, but I'd do it again."

We chatted about the night as we drank our beer, and once we had finished, Zoe sat on my lap and we kissed again. I decided that I had to pluck up the courage to ask her about Rob.

"So you enjoyed your dance with Rob tonight then?" I asked her.

"It was fun," She admitted, "He's a right womanizer, but it was a laugh."

"I bet it was," I replied, "Especially when he grabbed your ass!"

"You saw that?" She exclaimed going very red, her smile turning to a look of concern.

"I did while I was talking," I told her, "You didn't stop him either."

Zoe was silent for a moment as she thought about her response.

"It's ok, I'm not angry with you," I explained, "But I want to know what you were thinking."

"I wasn't thinking," she finally replied, "It kind of felt nice. I was flattered that somebody who wasn't you found me attractive. I'm sorry, I should have stopped him."

I could suddenly feel myself getting hard again.

"What about when get pulled you close to him?" I pressed further, "You were rubbing up against each other."

My cock was now fully back to life.

"Oh my god!" Zoe exclaimed, "You're getting hard talking about him touching me. You liked it didn't you?"

"Erm, no," I stammered, "Course I didn't."

"You did!" She was feeling my cock now, "This isn't lying. You liked seeing him touch my bum and dancing close with him. Oh my god!"

I pushed her away and felt a pang of embarrassment. My cock wasn't lying. It excited me.

"Ah come on darling," she said, touching my leg to comfort me, "Don't get upset. I don't mind."

I didn't know what to say at this point.

"I did kind of enjoy it," I finally admitted, "You looked so sexy dancing with him."

"I found it sexy," she admitted, getting astride me, "Especially when he pulled me onto him when he grabbed my ass. I'll tell you a little secret. He had a hard-on too."

Those words hit me like a hammer. She had felt his cock, whether it pressed against her or she touched him I didn't yet know.

"Did you touch his cock?" I asked her outright.

"No I didn't," Zoe answered, and I felt she was telling the truth, "It was pressing against me though."

I could feel her squirming on my lap now as if reliving this was turning her on again.

"This is turning you on isn't it?" I asked, trying to turn things back on her.

"Yeah, I didn't know my husband was a perv who likes other men touching up his wife!"

"I'm not!" I protested.

"He wanted to fuck me," Zoe then blurted out, "He asked me to meet him in the en-suite bathrooms. I was shocked."

I didn't say anything. I was shocked, but then it was Rob, so I wasn't shocked. With my wife though. I was trying to be angry, but all I could think of was Zoe bent over the sink with her dress pulled up and her knickers pulled down as he hammered away at her. My cock was even harder than when we had got into the house. Why was this turning me on so much?

"Oh my fucking god Jack!" Zoe shouted, "You're turned on thinking about him fucking me aren't you?"

I couldn't answer.

"Did you want him to bend me over the sink and fuck me, Jack?" She asked, now rubbing her pussy on my cock. "Or did you want him to fuck me against the wall while I wrapped my legs around him?"

"I don't know what I'm thinking," I finally replied, "I don't know why I'm feeling like this."

"Don't worry darling," she reassured me, "Let's not worry about it now, live in the moment. Imagine his cock sliding in and out of your dirty wife. Imagine him kissing me while I was groaning with pleasure. Imagine him cumming inside me. Imagine me having to clean myself up with my knickers and still feeling his cum running down my leg when I got back to you. You like that don't you?"

I did like it. I was rock hard again. I unzipped her dress and threw her down on the sofa as I undressed.

"Turn over onto your front," I told her.

I smacked her bum hard which made her yelp in a mix of pain and shock. I repeated it a few times on each cheek before I pulled her knickers down to her knees so I exposed her red bum. I squeezed and massaged it, opening her cheeks to reveal her tight little hole. This was something I had never done to her before.

I kissed her ass cheeks before pulling her up by her hips to expose her soaking pussy as well as her asshole. I dived in to taste her pussy and lapped up her juices. Zoe was now moaning the house down. I was almost frenzied about how much I needed to taste her, and after a few minutes, she was ready to cum again. Instead of working on her clit, I felt the sudden need to taste her ass, so licked my way up her crack until my tongue was circling her rim.

I wondered how Zoe would react as we had never indulged in any anal play. It had always been off-limits. She pushed her hips back to meet my tongue, however, so I tasted her musky, intoxicating aroma as

licked her. I noticed that she was now playing with her clit, so I licked her as deeply as I could and she started to shake as she came.

Without saying a word, I lifted her onto all-fours and plunged my cock into her soaking cunt. I grabbed her hips and fucked her harder than I've ever fucked her before.

"Fuck me hard like I'm some slut you picked up," she implored me. I loved this Zoe.

I then put my thumb against her asshole before easing it inside her forbidden area as we fucked. Zoe gasped but I wasn't going to allow her to stop me.

"Oh my god yes!" She cried, "Stick that in my ass while you fuck me."

She didn't want to stop me. She was fucking loving this.

I buried my thumb into her ass as I felt my orgasm approaching again. I've never heard Zoe make so much noise. When I came, I once again pulled out of her, taking my thumb out of her wet and slightly used-looking asshole. My spunk shot up her back as far as her shoulders, over her back, before a load went over her ass cheeks and hole. I grabbed my phone and took a couple of snaps of her covered in my sperm. She had a huge glob of liquid right on her asshole which looked like it was leaking out after I fucked it. She collapsed onto the sofa below as I slid to the floor next to her.

"That was incredible," she said once we had caught our breath, "I don't know what happened tonight, but it felt amazing."

"It was unreal," I told her, "Let's just sleep now and talk about all of this tomorrow. I think we need to discuss things."

Zoe nodded and once she was cleaned up, she cuddled me as we fell asleep.

This was how it started. Neither of us had any idea about the sort of journey we had just started on.

"About last night," Zoe said to me as we lay in bed the following morning, "I didn't mean alp of those things I said."

"Really?" I asked her, "It sounded pretty convincing to me."

"I did get horny dancing with Rob, I admit that," Zoe went on, "But all of those things I said about fucking him were just to make you turned on. I would never do it."