My New Wife, and The team,
By Philipyouretoofilthy
My thanks to the real Scarlett for letting me write this, for inspiring me, and for reviewing as I wrote.
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*BUZZ* groupchat...
"So, we're all agreed, we want her in something slutty, black stockings, black panties, black suspenders, bra... and a dress that shows her off."
*BUZZ* Whatsapp group...
"I still think her wedding dress would've been fun..."
*Buzz* Whatsapp group...
"Maybe eventually, if things go well. We don't want to scare the woman too soon. Right, in that case we'll see you Sunday evening at yours then... about 6 ish"
"Buzz" Whatsapp group...
Wifey reacted to the message, "<3"
My stomach flipped, this meant She'd read all their words, their ideas, their disrespect of us, and with one tiny love heart shaped emoji, I knew she was OK, with ALL of it. It's funny how in groups left to their own devices a leader figure emerges, and that was certainly the case here. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me explain how we got here before I tell more of the story.
Scarlett and I have been married for around six months. The truth is that our kink brought us together, but fate had other plans for how my life would revolve around this girl, the more we talked, the more it became clear, that sex was the pit of our iceberg. When we started out, I had been the dominant figure in our experiences, though over time, my feeling and the love and respect of her pulled strings in my head, and I found it increasingly difficult to play the dominant role, becoming so scared that I'd hurt her, in the back of my mind always seeing the expressive eyes I'd fallen in love with. One lazy afternoon, a throwaway comment of how one might 'fuck a rugby team' and it be a hot experience sank into one of the deepest fantasies we'd ever shared, and so I found myself the next day, with Scarlett's nervous support, placing a personal add.
"Newlywed Couple seeks athletic men for regular kink meets, and a Whatsapp group chat. Potential for regular meets if we all get on." Was its basis, with a few comments thrown in about how we both hoped to share in our submission to this group. I naively assumed that we might end up with a few emails, but I wasn't prepared for the volume of responses that ensued. Sifting through them to filter those close by, withing our age bracket, took a few days, but by the end of it there we were, with a group chat of eight, some of which had been added by others.
And so I find myself, on the afternoon of the big day, collecting an order from our local Victoria's Secret shop, looking incredibly nervous, the sales assistant handed over the bag, giving me the knowing look... though I know the truth is that this incredibly cute and equally expensive lingerie, isn't really for my benefit. Racing home, I entered our bedroom, seeing Scarlett applying her make up, freshly out from her shower, the tips of her hair still damp.
"Did you get everything?" she enquired.
"Yes." was my nervous reply, "Let me help you put it all on."
Scarlett sat on the edge of our bed, beside the black dress she'd laid out earlier. Removing the towel from her shoulders, I knelt before her, reaching into my shopping bag, I passed her the bra, which she proceeded to put on, and I expertly lifted the panties, and garter belt past the artwork on her legs, over her knees into place. Finally taking a deep breath, and stumbling over my words, I asked that she point her toes to enable be to run the stockings up her legs, which of course she did, smiling down at how nervous I'd clearly become. She finally slipped the dress over her head, and stood in front of me, I was blown away by the picture. Scarlett has always been able to dress elegantly, with aspects of her rebellious spirit always present in whatever outfit she chooses whether it's a slogan T-shirt with a political message, or loud coloured socks. To see Scarlett in front of me like this was a huge shock, all of it the design of others. Her figure was clearly visible, I'd never before seen her in a dress this revealing, her cute fringe came down to meet her perfectly made up smokey eyes as it always did, she looked incredible. We walked downstairs together and waited in our living room. It felt to me at least separate from reality, what on earth were we doing.
At 5.55 PM, I noticed the first car arrive, I saw the shape move past the window, and a thin, twenty something year old, bearded man exit the car, wearing sports clothing, and begin walking toward, and then down our drive.
"Fuck."
I murmured under my breath. Scarlett hurriedly placed her glass of cola on to the coffee table, and tugged at the hem of her dress, which barely covered the tops of the stockings bought just for the occasion. She pouted, asking finally,
"Do I look OK?".
My head in a spin, I replied,
"Of course, you look incredible."
With my statement Scarlett granted me one of her cute giggles, and with that, there was a knock at the door. No going back now.
I rushed to open to door, not really knowing what I should expect. The figure that greeted me was taller than I'd realized looking outside from our window. He looked past me, I think attempting to figure out if this was the right location, but I believe my nervous demeanor was all the evidence needed.
"Hi... You're the first here."
I said, and was granted with no reply,
"Come in?"
I gestured toward the lounge Where Scarlett was waiting. He walked into our home, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, confidently sitting on our sofa, leaning forward placing keys, an phone and a vape pen on the coffee table. Again looking at me, then at Scarlett, with no warning at all he pulled off his shorts, and underwear, leaving them in a crumpled heap beside him, he gazed over at my beautiful wife and began to stroke his already erect penis. I was shocked.
"Well?"
Was all he said. Scarlett looked into my eyes, I gave a little shrug, and a nervous smile, my hands visibly shaking.
"Oh, Sorry!"
Scarlett exclaimed, dropping to her knees, and shuffling over to our guest, placing her hands on his knees to steady herself, she took a sip of her cola, and leaned forward towards our guest, gently taking his cock in between her dainty fingers, slowly stroking it, and placing its tip in her mouth. This has to be the most difficult view of your wife to see, I thought. Later I'd find out how wrong I was.
I moved behind Scarlett to collect her empty glass from the coffee table, Scarlett had not stopped in her service of this man. I could see her head slowly bobbing up and down, and I could hear her wet mouth, her lips tight around him.
"Hand me my phone will you?"
I stood still, silent, with the empty glass in my hand, observing my wife.
"Hello?, wakey wakey" "My phone?"
Scarlet stopped and attempted to turn and reach it for him, only to receive his hand placed onto her head, keeping her mouth around his dick.
"No, you stay there, phone!"
Scarlett's moan cut through my loss for words and I urgently reached down to the coffee table to pass it to him. He unlocked it and began scrolling, occasionally typing as Scarlett continued to stroke his cock into her mouth, I could see aspects of Scarlett's technique that I myself had experiences, observing her attempting to take our guest deeper into her moth every so often, resulting in a small cough, and beads of spit dripping down over her fingers, eliciting a soft moan from the stranger in our lounge.
Another knock at the door... I was so wrapped up in seeing what was unfolding in our lounge that I'd missed another car arrive outside. I rushed to the door, and was met my a similarly athletic man, wearing the same kit of shorts and sports shirt as our earlier guest.
"Hi!"
He Exclaimed, "I'm Steve, they in the living room?"
"Yes!, this way..."
"Good to meet you at last." this man was warmer than the first.
Our first guest looked up from his phone,
