The rest of the week, we settled into this new routine, something I couldn't ever have imagined happening. Each day, we would go about our lives as normal, Randy and I going to our respective jobs, Amy taking care of the kids, and every night, after we went to bed, my loving, adoring wife would walk downstairs to the living room where she would get on her knees and service the oversized, thick, hard cock of my good friend from college. Then she would return to our room, and proceed to fuck my brains out. It was a bizarre arrangement, I'll grant you that, but I honestly have never seen her happier, more energetic, and more fulfilled.
As the week went on, she started becoming more brazen and relaxed about the whole thing, presumably as she began to come to terms with the idea that I wasn't angry, and was accepting of the situation. The first few nights she returned as usual, a little flushed and sweaty, pussy soaking through her panties, and ready to go. On Wednesday night, she came to bed with what was obviously a significant amount of cum on her lips, chin and neck. When I asked her about this, she smiled bashfully and said, "Randy wanted to cum on my face tonight...thats ok right?" It was hard for me to think of a reason to object when I didn't seem to have a problem with her swallowing his load the previous nights, so I replied, "Sure, I guess thats ok." And from then on she was routinely coming back to bed with her face plastered with Randy's jizz. She was at first hesitant to kiss me or get her face too close to mine, but after a few nights she wouldn't hesitate, and I was frequently tasting his salty leftovers in and on my wife's sexy face.
Another evolving change was that she would start telling me details while she was riding my cock or I was on top of her, pounding her pussy. She would look into my eyes and recount for me what she had just finished doing.
"Its so fucking big, Mike, I can barely get my lips around it. And its so hard, and hot, and he has these huge balls too. We don't even really talk much anymore, he just gives me this condescending little smirk when I walk down there and pulls his boxers down. But I just...I love pleasing it, sucking it, licking it. He...tells me I do a good job, and it makes my pussy so wet. I can't help but rub my little kitty while I'm blowing him, and tonight I came twice just from that. And his cum...its so fucking delicious. It makes me feel like such a dirty little slut."
"You are a dirty little slut, baby, you are my dirty little cocksucking slut wife," I said as I pounded her pussy harder, feeling my own orgasm approaching rapidly.
'Cum in me, cum in my pussy honey, I want to have two loads in me right now, one in my mouth and one in my cunt," she panted.
That was enough to put me over the edge and I felt a surge as rope after rope of semen filled the tight, juicy pussy of my sweet wife. She purred contentedly and rolled off, and quickly drifted off to sleep. I had to admit that we've never had hotter sex, and whatever my wife was getting from my gifted friend downstairs, I was reaping the rewards. I can't say I was loving the cum-covered kisses and the thoughts that went through my head when she was down there, but...well, I didn't mind them as much as I would have thought I would. For the first night that weak, I was able to fall asleep pretty easily.
The next morning, I woke up a little before my alarm, and noticed that Amy wasn't in bed next to me. This was unusual as our typical morning routine was that I woke up around 6 a.m. to get ready for work, she slept in until usually around 7:30, and then she got the kids up around 8. Here it was, 5:45 and she was already up and out of bed? I listened but couldn't hear her making any noise downstairs, so I quietly got out of bed and went down to look for her. As I walked into the living room, I found who I was looking for...my wife, in a similar position to the night I had watched them, down on her knees, mouth full of my friend's huge cock. This was a new and unexpected advancement in our arrangement, and I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about it. I watched her for a minute or two, silently, and then cleared my throat to let them know I was in the room. She immediately stopped, plopped his dick out of her mouth, and looked up at me.
"Oh, hey baby, sorry, I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. I came downstairs and Randy was already up. Are you...ok if I finish?"
This was a pivotal turning point for this developing situation, as until now I did not know whether Randy was aware that I knew about my wife's nightly excursions. But he was aware now! Was this getting to be too much? Should I put a stop to this? Why was I so fucking hard?
"Ummm...yeah, thats ok. I'm gonna make some coffee, do you guys want some?" I awkwardly replied.
"Sure sweetie, thanks!" my wife cheerfully replied and resumed lavishing Randy's cock with her tongue, licking up the fat glob of pre-cum that had accumulated there while we were talking.
Randy turned his head around to look at me, somewhat sheepishly, and said "Sorry Mike, I'm almost finished. Umm...coffee would be great?" and then he placed his hand on the back of my wife's head, slowly pushing her down, feeding his cock into her throat. She obviously had been practicing taking his girth, as she quickly relaxed her throat, opened her lips wide and glided about halfway down the shaft. She made some quiet whimpering, gagging noises, as he gently fucked her throat. She then pulled back and started rapidly bobbing her head up and down on the fat, purple knob, eager to get her reward for a job well done.
"Where you do you want it, slut?" he said, louder than need be, seemingly to make sure I could hear from the kitchen.
