What follows is a more or less true story of how my marriage took an unexpected and, at the time, shocking turn toward a new relationship dynamic. Fancy way of saying, things were never the same after that night.
I’m at all times the designated driver since I don’t drink. My wife, though, loves to imbibe adult beverages. This night was no exception. We were invited to a pool party (July in Dallas) about twenty miles away. A close friend of mine lived nearby and was also going. To save on gas, we offered to pick him up to ride with us. So far so good.
We spent several hours at the party and left around eleven. As usual, I climbed into the driver’s seat. My wife, who was feeling no pain, glibly offered to get in back to keep our friend business on the long ride home. It was dark. I didn’t look back much but they were laughing and joking about stuff. Mostly I kept my eyes on the road. About half way home it got quiet. At first I just wondered everyone was tired, but then I glanced in the rear view mirror and only saw my friend. Where the hell was my wife?
I twisted around and saw my wife’s mouth slurping up and down on my friend’s dick. Her bikini top was lying on the seat beside her. My friend had one hand holding one of her tits. He saw me looking and shrugged his shoulders. He took his hand off her tit for a moment, turned both his palms up, his eyebrows raised, like it was as much a surprise to him as it was to me.
I said, “Lisa?” My wife stopped for a moment, looked at me and said, “we’ll talk when we get home,” then went back to his cock like she was starving and this was her last meal. My friend shrugged again and moved his hand back to her tit. As surprising as the scene was, I had to turn back around. I was the driver and we were traveling down a highway. I wanted to see what the hell was happening, but not bad enough to die.
Almost in shock, I squeezed the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I wasn’t sure how to handle this. What the fuck do I do? Yell? Stop the car? Throw up? Unsure, in a trance of indecision, analysis paralysis, I kept driving. A couple of miles from his house, my friend did a lot of moaning. I knew he had already made it home, in a metaphorical sense. By now I was constantly glancing back and forth between the road and the mirror. I saw my wife raise up and wipe cum from around her mouth. She, still topless, leaned against my friend. They relaxed in the afterglow together as she lovingly rubbed his chest.
As we pulled up to his house, my wife and my friend shared what I wondered, incorrectly it turned out, was a final, long juicy kiss. He took the opportunity to pinch her nipple and fondle her naked breasts one last time. I saw all this clearly since we were stopped and I could stare all I wanted.
He opened the door to leave. My wife snapped her bikini top on and got out to give him one more scorching hot kiss goodnight, after which she opened the passenger door and scooted into the front seat with me. Almost like a zombie, I started driving and asked, “What the fuck, Lisa?”
She gave me a devilish little grin and explained. “Well, you know how we have talked about maybe having a threesome sometime?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “But the way I remember that conversation, we said that maybe, someday, if we both wanted to, in the right circumstances, with someone we agreed on, that we might do something like that. I also remember we talked about the threesome being be with another girl.”
“Well, baby” she said, smiling from ear to ear. “Someday turned out to be today and, surprise, the third turned out to be a guy.” She laughed out loud. She saw my stunned expression and explained. “Oh, love, it started at the party. I rubbed up against a lot of guys in the pool. A couple of them copped a feel. By the time we left, I was super horny. The alcohol may have helped a teensy bit too.” She laughed.
“Anyway, he’s your friend so I knew if you ever shared me with a guy, it would be him. Sitting back there, beside him, it just felt right. I decided to go for it. I leaned in for a kiss. He pulled away at first, but pretty soon he kissed back. Things just, you know, went from there. Hope you aren’t too upset.” She giggled and traced her finger down my shoulder. I looked over and saw she couldn’t wipe that stupid grin off her face.
I decided I could be angry, or I could accept that my wife made an executive decision for the team. We had talked about something like this, in a general kind of way at least. I never expected this exactly, but had hoped for something like it. Feeling at a loss for what to say, I asked, “So, was it fun?” I decided that was a stupid question as soon as I asked it.
“Oh hell, yes,” she answered, giggling like a college girl. The giggles stopped, started, and finally stopped again. Catching her breath, she asked, “Did you enjoy watching?”
“I couldn’t really see anything. I was driving and you were in the back seat. I mostly just heard you sucking and him groaning.”
She swiveled to look at me. “You did see us kiss goodbye, though, didn’t you?” I nodded. “Those were great kisses. He pinched my nipples while we kissed. You saw that didn’t you? Wow, that was fun. I knew you were watching him do that.” She gazed up in wondered. Finally remembering that I existed, she continued. “Oh, love. Sorry you didn’t get to see all that much. I really did get carried away, didn’t I? How about next time we plan it so that you get to see everything. (…next time???)
She hurriedly added. “We can invite him over for dinner sometime. You know he’ll come, after what happened tonight.” She giggled, her smile again plastered across her face. “I can fuck him in our bed. You can lie beside us and watch right up close. You’ll get to see everything. Or if you want, you guys can take turns with me. How about it? Please baby. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
And that’s how we started. Happy wife, happy life.
NSFW: yes
