Chapter Six
The next two weeks were a lot of fun.
Nieve and I fucked when we got home, of course. She was riled up from the dancing (and whatever else had gone on), and I was in a state of electric arousal from my time with Lacey. We made it to the bedroom but not the bed.
My wife seemed to have embraced her role as Lacey's student. She got texts throughout the day that made her giggle and blush, and a couple times I heard a quiet gasp from her, followed by furious tapping. Whatever Lacey was sending, Nieve was enjoying it. I remembered Lacey's cool stare and how Nieve had submitted to her at the party.
The afternoon after the party Nieve came to me and asked how to turn off safe search on our PC. I raised an eyebrow.
"It's so... because I was trying to look up something about Balaam's ass, okay? And it's blocking me." Her poker face had not improved and she was twisting her hands together. I said nothing.
With safe search off, Nieve spent more time 'researching' topics Lacey suggested. Several times when I came into the room she startled and guiltily closed the browser. She was assiduous about using incognito; unfortunately for her, I had installed a separate tracker. For a woman who had previously been unable to watch a risque foreign film, Nieve was certainly exploring the new world we'd set out in front of her with eager curiosity. And she wasn't just visiting instructional websites. She apparently was developing a taste for the tamer sort of erotica.
As Nieve corresponded with Lacey, our love-making changed. My wife was newly confident that I wouldn't judge her desires. She became infinitely more passionate and willing to follow my lead, and the sex got hotter and hotter. One night I arranged for Saoirse to take the kids, who never minded a visit to see their cousins, and Nieve and I used the time well. She rode me on the couch in the living room, the lights on so that I could watch her body as she rose and fell in sharp little hops. Her tits wobbled irresistibly, and, when I took a nipple between my thumb and finger and lifted it to her mouth, she sucked on her own breast as she came. Loudly.
As time went on I pushed for more and got it. Blowjobs became a favorite. Nieve found the act of sucking cock so erotic that she seldom lasted long after I came in her mouth. I could see her starting to savor the taste, holding my seed in her mouth a little longer each time.
Some memories from those weeks that are burned into my brain:
Nieve, dripping sweat, riding me in reverse cowgirl, her messy hair stuck to her back. Her face was flushed and her eyes vacant, but each time I gave her round ass another smack she groaned with desire. That night was one long orgasm for her, climax blending with climax;
Nieve, her lips stretched out around my cock, as she took my into her throat for the first time. I'd caught her that morning with her coffee spoon in her mouth, licking and sucking, and that night she'd shown me the fruits of her labor. Later, Nieve, giggling madly as I shot onto her face and neck. She ran her tongue around her mouth, trying to lick up as much as she could, before she used a finger to scoop my release off the tops of her breasts where it had oozed. And slowly, eyes on me, she took it dollop by dollop into her mouth;
Nieve, hiding her face shyly as she let me take a picture of her naked. Her submission turned me on so much that I dropped my phone and fucked her without preamble or foreplay, but her own state of obvious, gushing need made it clear that our photo shoot had not been a turn on for me alone;
The taste of her skin as I ran my tongue over her body. The smell of her arousal, tangy and feminine. Her shivers as I breathed softly on the soft patch of hair between her legs. The sweetness of her pussy.
One night she passed out after we had fucked like animals and I looked down at my adorable wife's contented, sleeping face. Her breath came in a slow steady rhythm. She was impossibly beautiful.
"Things are going to change, my love," I whispered.
Unbeknownst to Nieve, Lacey was forwarding me any texts that she judged would titillate. Such as:
(A picture of my wife's naked pussy, her hand on her pubic mound)
"So its normal?"
"its super cute & pink!! spread so i can see inside"
(Another picture of Nieve's pussy, now clearly aroused, puffy and glistening with her juice, her fingers opening it for the camera)
"Like this?"
"perfect! omg u r so beautiful"
Lacey sent me that along with, "theres another 1 but im not sharing it yet" and a devil emoji. She had my wife wrapped around her finger under the pretext of teaching her to be sexy.
Between the two of us we kept Nieve in a state of almost perpetual lust. Lacey sent provocative texts and answered Nieve's questions. I fucked her silly and had her on her knees as often as possible. My innocent wife, who had until recently been unwilling even to have the lights on, was slowly becoming addicted to pleasure. More and more often I caught that look on her face of complete, blissful surrender.
I found out what had happened while she was dancing, too. She confessed to me one night as we were lying naked together, stroking each other's bodies. I mentioned the party and she inhaled sharply.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Anything." My hands massaged her heavy breasts, then moved down to her slender waist.
"You won't be mad?"
"No." I was rubbing her hips now and the crease between thigh and pelvis.
It was less than I'd... expected? Hoped? She had been dancing. Jonah had approached her with some friends of his, and they'd made a happy, stoned mass together, everyone bouncing and moving as one. Before long she'd found herself in the middle of them. She had jostled happily with the others, laughing, letting herself go a little wild.
"I mean, I was high, right? It was my first time trying marijuana. I'm not used to it!" She moaned as my finger found her slit and opened it exploratorily.
"Go on."
She'd danced, and danced, and they'd moved closer, until she was pressed between Jonah and one of his friends. Jonah, behind her, had taken her hands and lifted them up, and she'd laughed and gone along with it. They'd pressed themselves against her and she'd felt his hardness against her backside, the friend's in front.
"I didn't know what to do!" She hadn't wanted to make a scene, she told me between moans. And--reading between the lines--she'd been turned on by his attraction to her. But the song had ended and she'd had a moment of clarity in her pot-induced haze, so she had excused herself and run back up to me and Lacey.
"So you had fun?"
"Yesss," she whimpered. She was close.
"You liked them grinding on you?"
"Oh god, love... please...."
"Say yes and you can come."
"YES YES YES I DID!" And she came. The sex that night was excellent, but neither of us lasted long. Afterwards she looked at me shyly and asked, "Was that okay? What happened?"
"Yes," I said. "But don't go thinking that's the sort of thing you can do without getting punished for it."
"Uh-huh. But I kind of like when you punish me," she murmured, sleepy and shy. She yawned wide. "And I think you like it too...." she trailed off as she closed her eyes.
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The hardest part of the next stage of things was not fucking Nieve for a few nights in a row. It was a testament to how fervid our sex life had become that this break, which would have been wholly unremarkable not long ago, left both of us horny and irritable.
I had to pretend that I needed to work late and that I was exhausted when I came home. Even so, I nearly gave in when I saw the drowsy, welcoming smile of my tiny, curvaceous wife as she lay in bed. I wanted her badly. The only thing that kept me from taking her was the anticipation of what was to come.
"Lacey told me to tell you that we're having a girls' night tomorrow," said Nieve over breakfast.
"Oh? What are you two up to?"
"I think just watching a movie at her house and probably drinks," said Nieve. "She's been sounding really lonely again."
"Sure. Have fun," I said. Melly came in before we could discuss it more, ready for soccer and distressed that we might be late, and I was rushed out the door.
That night after I had the kids' dinner settled, I went upstairs to our bedroom to watch my wife get ready for her night in with Lacey. "Goodness," I said as I opened the bedroom door. "It's really just a movie night?"
Nieve giggled. She was putting in a pair of gold and lapis lazuli earrings I'd given her which matched the royal blue skater dress she wore. She twirled, sending the hem up to mid-thigh. "You like it?"
"You haven't worn that in ages. You look great." She did. Her fair skin was made almost luminous, and the blue of her eyes brighter, by the rich colour of the dress. Her black hair was up in an elegant french twist with a few wispy locks trailing down on each side of her face.
"Thank you! Lacey told me to dress up a little. She said she doesn't get much opportunity to these days, and she thought it would be fun. Even if it's just the two of us girls."
I moved behind her and nuzzled her neck. "You could"--my breath caught a little in my chest--"you could stay in tonight, you know."
She stroked my head, smiling. "Lacey told me you'd say that!"
"Did she now."
"Yes, and she said to tell you not to be a jealous pig about sharing your wife." She giggled, putting her hands up defensively. "Her words! Not mine! As far as I'm concerned you can be as jealous of sharing me as you want."
I pulled her hips back, pressing us together. "No, it's okay. Lacey needs this too." I released my hold on her.
"Well, like I've said before, I'm coming home to you, not her." She turned around. "All set!"
Despite that claim, Nieve was in fact in the bathroom finishing her prep when Lacey pulled into our driveway. I greeted her at the door with a hug, and she gave me a peck on the cheek.
"She upstairs?"
"Yeah."
"Looking cute?"
"Very cute." As did Lacey in her little pink shift dress and white knee socks. She was leaning into the naughty schoolgirl look; she even had a pair of gold barrettes holding back her bangs.
"You," she said, hitching herself up to sit on the kitchen counter and giving me a gamine grin, "are sulking."
It was vexing because she wasn't wrong. "I'm aware."
"'Let me tell you how things are going to be,'" she taunted in a fake deep voice. "'I'm a big strong man that can just toss you around like a rag-doll, so I'm in charge.'"
Despite my mood I smiled. "I never said that last part."
"No, you just DID it. Did I tell you my ass was bruised so bad that I had to cancel tennis for a week?"
"Pics or it didn't happen."
"See? Now you feel better!" She hopped off the counter. "Tonight's going to be fun for everyone. I promise!"
Nieve came in then. They cooed over each other's outfits, she gave me a lingering kiss, and they were gone.
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A canted angle, as if the person filming is doing so surreptitiously. Nieve on the couch, a melting margarita in hand. Just past her is Jonah, in jeans and a tee shirt. He's smirking at her.
"So wait, they don't really turn BLUE, right?"
"Of course not," comes Lacey's voice from behind the camera. "It's just an expression."
"Sure as hell feels like it," says Jonah.
"It sounds awful," says Nieve. She's giggling a little. A joint is passed to her and she takes an awkward puff. "How--how fast does it happen?"
"You worried about your hubby? How long's it been?"
"Um... two days? Three?" Bashful. Not really wanting to answer. Wanting to fit in.
The other two laugh. "Oh, honey! I wouldn't start worrying just yet. Two days should be fiiiine." Lacey drawls the last word, high and happy.
"Yeah, I'm working on two weeks myself," says Jonah. He takes the joint from Nieve and inhales.
"Pooor BABY!" They all burst into silly laughter. "Anyway, Neevee, he'll--"
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