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.
