Some time ago, when I first started this prurient voyeuristic walk down memory lane, I promised that I would explain why I call my wife "Lacey" even though that isn't her real name and I assume that you have been patient as you wait for an explanation.
Well, as luck would have it, I have now arrived at that part of the narrative where I must divulge the secret of her dual identity.
No, I will not tell you her real name; her privacy and dignity must be preserved as she has done nothing to merit being "outed" in such a way. What has she done really except live out some of the fantasies that many married women wish they had the courage to perform? What has she done other than live out her loving husbands fantasy of a hotwife, thereby making him love her even more?
So no I will not reveal her true name, but isn't it better this way? Honestly? If you don't know her name, then she can be anyone. She could be your neighbor or the married co-worker who's tits you stare at so longingly when you think she isn't looking. She could be the MILF Assistant Manager at Radio Shack who is trying to sell you a new cell phone as you look at the sparkling diamond on her left hand and wonder how easy it would be to convince her to take it off, just for one night. She could even be the slightly older waitress at Olive Garden who smiles knowingly when she catches you checking out her ass while she takes your wife's order.
I won't tell you her name but I will tell how she came to be known as Lacey. It's not a particularly arousing story but if you'll just sit patiently a little longer (you ARE sitting, aren't you? You're not laying in bed with one hand under the covers reading this on your smartphone as you fantasize about what you would love to do to my beautiful wife, are you?) and I promise that once you know where the NAME comes from you soon will read more stories of LACEY cumming.
It was a Friday morning and the beginning of my weekend when my wife had a request for me.
"Hun, Ben was wondering if you could do him a favor...?" she began.
"What's that?"
"I don't know. He had some sort of leak at his place and there's a bunch of water damage. He has to rip out a wall, tear off siding, shit like that, and he was wondering if you would be able to help him? He said he'll even pay you for your time."
"Okay," I said. "I guess I can do that."
"Great! I'll let him know. Oh, just one thing..."
"What?"
"His wife is gonna be there. That bitch can't know that you're my husband. She doesn't know that Ben and I have even been talking, let alone hanging out."
"So I suppose it's a safe bet that she doesn't know what you've been doing while you've been 'hanging out' then, right?"
"Shut up, smart-ass," she snapped with a smile. "Anyway, as far as she knows, you're just some guy that Ben met at work. If you talk about me at all, my name is Lacey. Got that?"
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"Lacey? That's got a nice ring to it. Kind of sexy."
"Yeah, well, Ben thought of it. Just make sure you don't slip up and use my real name, okay?"
"No problem. I love you 'Lacey'".
So there you have it: The Origin of Lacey. Probably not as interesting or kinky as you were hoping, but then real life usually isn't.
We made arrangements for me to go help Ben with his house on Saturday morning and as fate would have it I never spoke with his wife, nor did I even speak in front of her. In fact I only saw her for a few minutes and listening to her talk to Ben was enough to assure me that I probable didn't really want to talk to this crazy lady.
While we were working, Ben asked how Lacey was doing. Not knowing if his wife might be eaves dropping, I not only used 'Lacey's' new name, but I tried to keep the rest of the conversation in code as well.
"Well, I said. "She's been getting involved with team sports lately. She started out with racquet ball, you know, just her and a partner, but she just lately tried her hand at two-on-one basketball and she seems to be enjoying that. I would day she's definitely enjoying that a lot more than she thought she would."
"Basketball?" Ben asked, "Really?"
I just stopped and stared at him for a minute with one eyebrow raised until he realized that my sporting references were really analogies for her recent sexual escapades.
"Oh!" he finally exclaimed with a grin. "Well, I'm glad that she's getting some exercise. And it's good that it's something she enjoys!"
I ended up staying at Ben's house until about two or three in the afternoon, after which we hit the bar. After a few drinks at the bar which was actually a remodeled barn on the side of the highway, Ben asked if Lacey and I would like to hang out later. I told him I wasn't sure as Lacey had been talking about being really wiped out from work and she just wanted to relax, but I promised to ask.
I got home just in time for supper and passed on Bens request. Lacey seemed slightly apprehensive and eventually agreed on one condition:
"I'm really tired today. I just want to hang out. No funny business, okay?"
"We'll do whatever you want," I replied.
After eating and cleaning up from dinner, we informed the kids that we were going out to hang with friends. We make sure the older girls knew what time to get their brother ready for bed and then we headed out. We met Ben back at that same old converted barn as it is fairly close to his house but we didn't stay there for long. In all we ended up visiting three or four different bars that night. Ben had made a few comments throughout the night that, since we were going to be out late, he could just get a hotel room for the night. Lacey didn't respond to any of his suggestions and we were at what would turn out to be the last bar of the evening for us when he had a direct question for Lacey.
"So," he asked my wife. "If I do, will you?"
"What do you mean?" my wife responded, playing coy.
"If I do, will you?"
"Do what?"
She was still acting confused and I remembered that she had told me earlier that she only wanted to hang out tonight, so I tried to clarify things without pressuring Lacey, or hindering what Ben was trying to accomplish.
"He's wondering if you'll come and hang out if he get's a room. It's up to you, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. You have the pussy, so you make the rules."
She still seemed uninterested and I wasn't at all sure how this was going to go. Ben had asked me earlier in the night if I thought she would be up to this and I told him that I couldn't tell. I had been watching her closely all night. I was looking for those 'come fuck me' eyes that she gets when she's really horny and she seemed to be on the fence tonight. That look would flitter across her face one second and the next she would appear bored and disinterested. It was anyone's guess how she would respond to his request and, honestly, only Lacey herself knows what she had been thinking up to that point.
Still not wanting to pressure her, but hoping she would say yes, I tried my last ditch effort. "Maybe we can find a room with a Jacuzzi and you can just relax if you want."
Her eyes lit up.
"Well," she said slowly, " I DO like Jacuzzi's..."
With that, it was settled and there's no doubt she knew exactly what she was actually saying yes to. I mean, it's not like we hadn't done this before, but Lacey and I were still new to this and I think she needed the comfort of having a reasonable excuse for ending up in a hotel room with her husband and another man in the middle of the night. Much as I'd like her to, she just wasn't comfortable saying 'yes, I want the two of you to take me somewhere and fuck me."
If we had known ahead of time how much of a pain in the ass it would be to find a room that night, we probably would've said to Hell with it. For some unknown reason, every hotel in the area was booked solid. We tried five different hotels and ended up driving 30 minutes out of our way before we finally found a room in another town. No Jacuzzi, but the drive there was part of the adventure.
We were on the highway still trying to find a hotel when Ben suggested it was time for Lacey to receive some road head for the first time. Lacey was driving with myself in the passenger seat while Ben was sitting directly behind her.
"No," Lacey said. "That's not safe."
"It's okay," Ben said as he encouraged me to go down on my wife while she drove. "You're an excellent driver. We'll be okay."
"We're on the highway," she continued to object as I pulled her tits free from her shirt and sucked on the nipple closest to me. "This isn't the best time for this."
"We're on an empty highway," I insisted as I unbuttoned her pants and worked one hand down inside her panties to rub her clit. "This is the perfect time; if you swerve, there's no one here for us to hit."
She wasn't convinced, but a finger in her pussy and a mouth on her nipple were having and effect on her. Her chest was starting to heave just slightly.
"That's it, Lee." Ben encouraged. "Get those pants off of her."
"Wait," Lacey said. "You hold the wheel, I'll take care of it." So I did my best to steer from the passenger seat as my wife lifted her hips and pulled down her pants and panties.
Ben reached around to play with her tits as I leaned over to lick her pussy. "Oh, this is new," Ben exclaimed as his hands landed on my wife's bare breasts. "Look at those beautiful tits out in the open, with that seat belt strap between them!"
Apparently, he hadn't realized that I had removed her breasts from her shirt. I looked up and I had to admit they looked amazing! Pouring out of the top of her blouse, being lifted up by the material while being separated by her seat belt - at that moment they were definitely the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. The only thing that made her chest look better was seeing another man's hands all over it. I slid my finger back and forth along my wife's cunt as I watched Ben work her tits. And work them, he did - squeezing one in each hand, pinching the nipples, rubbing his hands all over them as I continued to finger her. I had given up trying to lick her pussy as it was just impossible in that position, but my finger and Ben's hands were definitely having the desired effect as she started to moan and squirm in her seat.
"Do you like that?" Ben asked her. "Do you like what your husband and I are doing to you while you're driving?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Are you gonna cum for us? Are you gonna cum while you're driving?"
