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My Wife Discovers A New Kink

My Wife Discovers A New Kink

by byrong
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After 27 years of marriage, my wife figured out that she might be bi-curious. Or something. It's hard to put into a neat category, actually. And it didn't come out in so many words.

Like many married couples, our sex lives had declined over the years. I still desired her, passionately, but there was less drive, on her part. I blamed a lot of this on the fact that she took antidepressants for a number of years, and they are known to decrease the libido. It became more and more difficult for her to reach orgasm.

It sounds egocentric to say it, but I have always been a patient and attentive lover. Ever since we were dating, I enjoyed making out with her, playing with her, getting off on her getting off. I loved going down on her, and even in our early days together, it was one of the few ways she could climax, though she could also get there by manual stimulation of her clitoris. But not through intercourse. That was okay, and I would make sure that she got off before we would finish a session with intercourse.

Gradually, the frequency diminished, despite efforts to keep things alive. As she got older, she became more self-conscious about her body, though my desire never waned. I would still give her oral, but instead of fucking, she would stroke me to climax. Sometimes she wouldn't let me go down on her at all, but would just give me a handjob.

Once when she was stroking me, and I was administering drops of lube as needed, she took my hand and placed it on my cock, put her hand over it, and used my hand to rub my cock. She seemed to like this. It was a little awkward for me, to tell you the truth, though I didn't say this to her. It just wasn't quite right. Either the grip was wrong, or the tempo was wrong (faster is not always better, and some women don't quite "grasp" this).

She may have sensed this, as it was clear I wasn't getting close to cumming, so she took her hand off, gave my hand a little nudge of encouragement, and started caressing my balls, instead. I would have been shy, as I'd never masturbated for her, but was frustrated enough at this point to go for it, and part of my mind thought maybe she'd see my technique and learn something, so I gave into it and was soon jerking myself off to a nice orgasm. By this point, given my undiminished sex drive, I'd gotten pretty good at jerking off, so I didn't mind a little demo.

More and more, that became somewhat normal for us. She'd start stroking me, sometimes after I'd gone down on her, sometimes instead of, if she was not in the mood, and after awhile, she'd let me finish.

The bi-curious discussion, if that's what it was, came about one evening when we were watching one of those raunchy rom-coms on Netflix, and had had a few drinks. On screen, there was something about a threeway, and a guy being confronted by his wife when he'd suggested it, and his defense was that every guy had a fantasy of a threeway (with two women). Laura looked at me and said, "Is that true? Is that your fantasy, too?"

I said something lame, like, "it's a common fantasy for a lot of guys, the idea of two women."

That wasn't good enough. "How about for you?"

"Well, uh, yeah, I guess," I stammered. I wasn't at my best, and we'd had a couple of drinks at this point. "I mean, I've thought about it, but it's not like I think about it all the time."

Yeah, I probably should have just left it at "yeah, I guess."

We watched the rest of the movie, and there were a few steamy scenes (though no three-ways). She usually doesn't get turned on by sex scenes, but that night she was a little more amorous than usual. We were making out, and I was about to go down on her, and she pulled me toward her. "Just go inside," she said, as she spread her legs for me.

It was nice. I was turned on, and though part of me felt guilty about the fact that I would be cumming without giving her a chance, it was what she seemed to want, and I could go down on her afterward. I had no hangups about licking her pussy after I'd cum inside it.

Laura literally never talks during sex. (I've actually tried to spice things up by encouraging her to fantasize when we're fucking, but she never liked the idea.) So it was a total shock when, out of the blue, she suddenly said something like, "Imagine you're with someone else right now. You're fucking someone else." This was a double shock, because she really had a hangup about the f-word.

I was so shocked, that I froze. She quickly said, "It's okay, I'm here. I'm watching you. Go ahead and do it." And she pulled my ass toward her, pulling me in deeper. I realize she was drunker than I had thought. I had never seen her like this.

She kept going. "It feels good, doesn't it? It's a different pussy... but I'm letting you do it to her. I'm watching you... your cock going in and out of her. It's so hot to see you fucking her." She had both hands on my ass and was pushing and pulling me in and out of her.

I kept silent, but I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum, at this rate. But she wanted me to say something. "How does her pussy feel? Is it nice and tight? Nice and wet?"

I moaned. I realized I had to give her something, so I tried something that I hoped would be neutral enough that she wouldn't think I was really imagining fucking another woman. "Yeah, it's good. Oh, I'm getting close."

"That's it. Go ahead. Cum inside her. I want to see you cum in her pussy."

Laura never talked like this! It was too much, and I exploded. As soon as I caught my breath, and pulled out, noticing that my cock had not softened a bit, I went down and licked her and sucked on her clit until she came, too, more quickly than I could ever remember.

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I was still hard, and after another one of those joint sessions stroking my cock, well lubricated by her juices, I was soon ejaculating again.

****

Nothing was said about this episode for the next couple of days, and I figured it was a combination of the raunchy rom-com, too much to drink, and maybe a quirk of hormones or something. I didn't expect it to be repeated, but it had been fun, and I figured it would fuel some future jerk-off sessions. Because it was like a kinky trifecta: dirty talk, something close to bi-curiosity, and a streak of voyeurism.

About three days later, Laura asked me at breakfast if I wanted to take her to a strip club. I almost did a spit take with my coffee. Where was that coming from? It turned out that she had overheard some of the girls where she worked talking about a Couples Night promo that one of the clubs was doing to try to drum up business. They did them the second and fourth Wednesdays of each month, nights that were probably slow otherwise. The next one was coming up in just over a week. It was half price for couples.

Once I realized that Laura was serious, I agreed. I figured I'd be on my best behavior and avoid ogling any of the dancers. If this was some kind of test, I would be sure to pass it.

****

We got to the club a little after eight. I was nervous, but Laura, unexpectedly, seemed relaxed and upbeat. There were about a dozen couples there eventually, as well as the usual guys there alone or in groups, various ages. There was just one couple seated by the dance floor; the rest of us were a little more discreet, at tables, sipping the overpriced drinks, though these were half-priced for the "ladies."

We watched two sets from our seats, and then one of the girls came over and introduced herself as Tami. She wasn't quite topless, but nothing was left to the imagination. Firm tits, not overly large, but nicely shaped. Prominent nipples, nice ass. She wasn't gorgeous but was cute and sexy, dark hair, just to her shoulders. She asked if it was our first time, and if we were enjoying ourselves. She talked more to Laura, no doubt to make her feel less uncomfortable.

I watched Laura as closely as I could without being obvious. She didn't look like she felt out of place. She'd told me once that she and some girls in her college dorm had gone to a strip club once, just to see what it was like, but hadn't been back to one since then.

We bought Tami a drink, because it seemed to be the thing to do, and another round for ourselves. She asked if we would be interested in a private dance, and explained how it worked, so much for three songs, how much more if you wanted an additional song, the rules about not touching, etc.

To my surprise, Laura agreed. On the way to the room with the booths for the (semi)-private dances, I whispered to Laura, "are you sure you're okay with this?" She nodded, smiled, and said, "It will be fun."

I figured, maybe she'd want to have this hot girl on her lap for awhile, and my cock twitched at the thought of seeing that.

Laura and I sat side by side on the couch in our booth. When the music started, "Tami" did some shimmying in front of the two of us, and soon slipped out of her top. She waved her tits toward my face, then toward Laura's, teasing, and maybe trying to make up her mind which one of us to dance for, first. She turned her back to me, and wriggled her ass on my lap, making sure to rub against my cock, which, by now, was at full mast. Then she did the same thing to Laura. I watched in fascination as she turned around, and then, as if testing the waters, worked her tits close to Laura's face, and eventually brushed them against her hair. The two were making eye contact all the while, and I found the scene pretty hot. The light was dim, but I thought Laura's face seemed flushed. Then, as Tami moved away slightly, no doubt to try another move, Laura flicked her eyes toward me, signaling that she wanted her to move over to me.

Tami straddled my legs, and rubbed against my cock, getting her tits so close to my face that if I had stuck out my tongue, I would have touched them. It was tempting, but I kept my mouth closed. She leaned forward more, still squirming on my lap, and my nose was in between her tits, which were rubbing against my cheeks. She worked them back and forth a little. When I could see past the perfumed boob-flesh, I stole a sideways glance at Laura. She was watching intently, her lips parted, staring at this girl's tits in my face, and glancing down where she could probably see the outline of my hard cock in my pants.

Quickly but gracefully, Tami rose up on her knees, and using her hands to brace herself, lifted her torso a fraction of an inch from my face until I was staring directly at her barely covered pussy. It couldn't have lasted more than a second, if that, but involuntarily, I sniffed, and I heard a gasp from Laura. I don't think she was reacting to the fact that I had tried to smell this girl's pussy--something that I couldn't control--and she may not have even been aware of it, but was reacting to the eroticism of the moment, a strange girl pushing her crotch almost into her husband's face, right in front of her.

And for my part, it was so fast, and I wasn't sure I had really smelled her sex, with the mingled scents of perfume and sweat and alcohol, but the idea that I might have made my cock throb.

During the next song, she did a similar move on Laura. I watched closely, trying to determine whether Laura was at all turned on by the proximity to Tami's pussy. I couldn't tell; by that time, the situation as a whole had been working on us for awhile. We stayed for an extra song or two, and gave her a generous tip.

We left right after that. Driving home, we didn't talk, but Laura had her hand on my cock the whole way, stroking it over my jeans. Once home, we went right to bed, tore off our clothes like teenagers, and before she could stop me, I dove for Laura's pussy, and was soon lapping away at her juices. She came in a matter of minutes, and was still spasming with the aftershocks, as she impatiently pulled me on top of her and took my cock in her hand and put it inside her.

She was murmuring, "So hot, seeing her with you... you could've been fucking her."

****

Two weeks later, the next Couples Night, we went back. In the interim, I won't say that our sex life had returned to what it was when we were first married, but it was better. Not always penetration sex, but more oral for her, more hand jobs for me, but it was all good. I thought Laura might talk more, fantasize aloud more, after what we had experienced, but she was still shy about verbalizing things. I suspected, though, that things were going on in her head.

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The second time at the club, Laura seemed more confident, more in charge, even. As before, most of the couples were at tables away from the dance floor. We ordered drinks. One girl was just finishing her act, and the announcer said, "Let's give it up for.... Destiny!"

Destiny was a redhead, athletic build, not as chesty as many of the girls. In addition to the usual guys of various ages around the stage, there were four girls, probably college girls who had dared each other to visit the club and get drunk. Three of them were egging the fourth one on, giving her dollar bills to tip the dancer, and eventually they folded one of the bills lengthwise and persuaded her to put it between her teeth. As she leaned over the stage, "Destiny" danced provocatively in front of her, and worked right up to her, pulling the elastic band of her costume bottoms away so that the girl could place the dollar under her waistband with her mouth. She finally did, and her companions hooted and slapped her on the back.

Laura had been watching this display. I remembered that she often pointed out red-haired girls to me if we'd see them on TV or in a movie, and would comment on how cute they were. Laura's hair was medium-brown, not really brunette, not blonde either, though since she'd started getting some gray, she was having it tinted a little lighter than her natural color. She never went red or auburn herself, but seemed intrigued by red hair on other women.

Another girl came over, and introduced herself as Dani, and asked if we were having a good time. She started making small talk, much as we had experienced on our previous visit. Laura was polite, but then surprised me by saying, "When Destiny is done with her set, would you mind asking her to stop by?"

I felt a twinge of embarrassment for Dani, as it seemed like we were rejecting her, but then reasoned that this must happen all the time. This was, after all, about visuals, and the employees probably understood that everyone had their preferences, and not to take it personally. Dani seemed to take Laura's request in stride, and said, "Sure," and "enjoy your evening," and left.

Destiny finished her set, and it was about 10 minutes later that she came to our table. I supposed the dancers must need to catch their breaths and maybe freshen up a bit after a workout. We invited her to sit down, and ordered her a drink, and another round for ourselves.

I didn't talk all that much, because the vibe I'd gotten from the beginning of the evening was that Laura wanted to run this show, and so far it had worked out well for me. I didn't get the sense that Laura was attracted to Destiny sexually, from what I could see, but she seemed comfortable with her. We chatted while we sipped our drinks and after awhile Destiny introduced the topic of the lounge where we could be more intimate. We were familiar with the process, and agreed, heading off for the room with the booths and couches. Destiny was leading the way, as usual, and Laura was walking beside her. I was slightly behind and couldn't hear what was being said, but they were both nodding and seemed in agreement, about whatever.

Since we had been to the club before, we knew the standard format was three songs. Laura surprised me by saying she wanted to do six songs, if that was possible, so double the usual. Destiny was fine with that, probably because it would mean a bigger share for her, and maybe a bigger tip.

As usual, she did some dancing in front of both of us, took her top off, and danced close to each of us in turn. She didn't spend too much time with Laura, so Laura had evidently encouraged her to focus more on me. She turned her back to me, bent down, wiggling her ass at me, and asked me, "Are you an ass man?" and then, turning around, wagging her chest back and forth, "or a breast man?"

Before I could answer, Laura shocked me by saying, "He likes tits, and I'm sure he likes yours." I could only nod, as it seemed some response was expected.

And I did like Destiny's tits, for sure. They were smallish, by strip club standards, but very nicely formed. She had that very pale skin some redheads have (so it was probably natural), with pale areolas and nipples, the latter being unusually long for the size of her breasts. I could hardly take my eyes off them, and imagined what it would be like to suck them.

So, much of the dance was tit-centric, for both of us. She didn't ignore Laura completely, and straddled her lap, working her tits close to Laura's face, and sometimes rubbing them on her cheeks. I couldn't see any obvious signs of arousal from Laura, but she didn't seem repelled by the closeness, either. It was just as if she were waiting to watch Destiny move back to me. During one of these times, Laura whispered something to her.

Destiny was soon grinding away on my lap, no doubt feeling my hard cock, and teasing me with those delightful tits, rubbing them against my cheek, and once or twice, she brushed a nipple right over my lips. Involuntarily, I once put my hands on her hips (it's really hard to sit still while a sexy, mostly-naked girl is grinding on you), and she very gently put her hands on my forearms and guided them back down to my side. It was almost a tender gesture.

One of these times she brushed her nipple over my lips, I managed to resist outright sucking it, but I couldn't help giving it a gentle kiss.

Laura had been watching this intently, and seemed to enjoy it, which I felt was giving me permission. She spoke again, quietly enough that no one else would overhear, "He'd love to see your pussy."

Destiny had probably heard this before, and her reply was simply, "Sorry. Rules."

At about this time, we heard a noise, and noticed that the bouncer sitting by the door got up and went over to the other side of the room. We couldn't see what was going on, but I heard him say, "Okay, friend, your time's up." There was a muffled sound, and then I heard s slurred voice say, "I paid for three songs." The bouncer said, "Yeah, well, your time's up. Let's call it a night, okay?"

No obvious scuffling, but then I saw the bouncer leading a guy out of the room.

Several things happened in a matter of seconds, but they are etched in my memory. Destiny glanced toward the door, to see that the guy who usually kept an eye on things was occupied. She did the same graceful and almost acrobatic move that Tami had done a couple of weeks before, moving up so that her pussy was just opposite my face. But unlike Tami's move, which was a tease, with no touching, Destiny pushed herself right into my face.

She was rubbing herself up and down on my mouth and nose, only the thin material of her costume bottom and a thong underneath that, preventing me from contacting her pussy directly. I felt the smooth, silky material gliding over my face, and could even feel the outline of her lips underneath. I could feel the heat and dampness from her pussy, and her musky scent was overwhelming. Above me, I heard her moan, "Oohhhh," and beside me, I heard Laura gasp, and murmur, "Oh, gawd!"

I'm relating all these details as if I was thinking them at the time, but it all happened so fast, that I didn't process them until after, but my senses were recording everything for later recall.

Five or six times--I'm not sure how many, in those few seconds--Destiny moved up and down against my mouth and nose... and, I confess, my tongue. Even though my wife was sitting right next to me, rub a pussy against my face, even if it's covered, and I can't resist trying to lick it. It's a reflex. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. But there was more to come.

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