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Things had changed at home. My wife had been promoted at work. Since the children had left home she had been able to dedicate more time to work and it had paid off. She was dressing more professionally and was often coming home late. She had changed too, as she now had less time outside of work she had developed a no nonsense attitude.
We still got the chance to relax together at the weekends but the sex had got stranger. She had taken a fancy to dressing me up in articles of her clothing before having sex and occasionally wearing mine. It was all done as a bit of a joke and sometimes she’d even put lipstick on me and tell me I looked cute. I went along with it of course because it was just a laugh and we enjoyed spending time together.
What really concerned me though was the fact that our sex life seemed to consist of her using the strapon on me and little else. She never asked me to use the dildos on her anymore and she had stopped putting the fleshlight in her pussy so I could fuck her. The session would end with her reaching round and stroking my cock until I came while she pounded my butthole, which she was able to do with real force now.
Sometimes I would be so desperate for sex I would come before she even touched my cock, something that caused me intense embarrassment. She would also get me to lick off any come that got onto her hand, using the excuse that she didn’t want it getting on the bed. She clearly got off on taking my role in the bedroom and enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror wearing my suit with the strapon poking out of the open flies, but I couldn’t see how this was fulfilling her sexually, she never had an orgasm.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had had my cock in her pussy, it’s surprising what you get used to. Never the less, my wife was happy and the sex was good (if a little strange) so I accepted my new role and just went along with it until one day she came home with a present for me.
“What’s this?” I stood there in the kitchen holding the soft package in my hands.
“A surprise.” She said, smiling.
“What for?” It was very neatly wrapped in some very tasteful paper.
“Open it up. You’ll like it.”
I fiddled with the edges until I got it to rip open. At first I couldn’t make out what it was, I turned it over. The label said ‘long wavy blonde’. I squinted at it for a second and then I realised, it was a wig.
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“I thought we could use it when we’re having fun.”
I still didn’t understand, I looked at it again, then at my wife and back to the wig and then it hit me, “You want me to wear this?” My voice shot up about two octaves.
“I thought you’d like it, I could pick you out some of my underwear to match.” She said trying to hug me. I pushed her away from me.
“No way, this is the final straw, I’m not doing this anymore.”
“I was only thinking of you.”
“Well don’t. This has gone far enough.”
“This is the thanks I get for spicing up our sex life and trying to save our marriage.” She shouted, “I was only thinking of you.”
“This isn’t what I wanted.”
“Fine, I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”
She grabbed her handbag, stormed passed me into the hall and slammed the front door behind her.
I poured myself a big glass of wine, carried the bottle into the living room and watched the television with the sound off for a long time. Was I being unreasonable? What would my life be without her? Would all this end in divorce? What had I ever done to spice up our sex life? I drank some more. Within the hour I was already trying to ring her only to find that her phone was switched off.
I rang her every ten minutes for two hours and eventually gave up. At one in the morning I tried ringing her again. At half past two I heard a key in the door. A raced out into the hall to meet her and threw my arms around her. She looked tired, her hair was a mess and her clothing was dishevelled, maybe she’d been out dancing. I apologised and told her I loved her more than anything and I wanted us to stay together at any cost.
In my emotional drunken state I promised I would do anything her heart desired. We kissed and went to bed, we fell asleep straight away. The next evening I dutifully put on the wig and let her put make up on me. The following weekend she bought me a lacy negligee to start my own collection of feminine clothes.
We settled into a comfortable routine of her taking the male role in the bedroom and me taking the female role. I’m ashamed to admit that I got used to it very quickly and as long as I came at the end of the session I was satisfied. She seemed very pleased with everything and I felt that maybe we had reached the pinnacle of our sexual experimentation. Perhaps things would even out a little from now on.
We were in the kitchen together making dinner one evening, talking about our day and what chores needed to be done and how dreadful the weather was, when she remarked quite innocently, “We haven’t really explored any of your fantasies yet have we dear.”
This took me back a little so I casually stirred a saucepan, “Oh, I’m not fussed. As long as you’re happy.”
“Well it matters to me. I want you to be happy too.” she said slicing away at some carrots.
“I don’t really have any fantasies. You know me, I’m happy to just go with the flow.”
“You must have. There must be something you’ve always wanted to try.”
“Not really. I suppose I’m a bit boring really.”
“What about that thing you said before? You wanted to try a threesome.” she said, her knife hovering over the chopping board.
I wasn’t expecting that. Typical of her to remember the one piece of nonsense that came out of my mouth. “Oh, that. I suppose so.”
“I’m game if you are darling. If you want to chat up a girl and bring her back here we can all have some fun.”
I felt myself going bright red. The thought of a woman seeing my meagre penis. I’d be laughed out of the bedroom. I couldn’t even satisfy my wife let alone two women at the same time. “I’m not sure. It all sounds a bit difficult to arrange and everything.” I stirred the saucepan some more, the contents simmering on the gas.
She slid her arms around me and hugged me from behind. “Well I know someone.” She whispered in my ear.
“Really?” I couldn’t let this go ahead. I’d never live down the embarrassment. “Who?”
“There’s a guy that I talk to quite often in the bar near work.”
“Yes, and he’s really nice. Very well spoken and smartly dressed, lovely guy, really friendly.”
“How do you know him?”
“He just started speaking to me once in a bar close to work. I was with a colleague and he came over while she went to the bathroom. We got talking for ages.”
“Was he trying to chat you up?”
“No, no, nothing like that. He’s a perfect gentleman.”
“Uh huh.” I muttered.
“I thought we could invite him over and see what happens. Have some fun with him.” she said and started rubbing my crotch through my trousers.
“Nothing in particular. Just go with the flow. Let our hair down.” She gave my cock a little squeeze.
“I’m not sure.”
“I thought you’d be well up for it.” My little cock was hard and throbbing now. It wasn’t used to the attention. “You could finally have that threesome you wanted.”
“That’s not really…”
She interrupted, “Why don’t I just invite him over for drinks. Then you can get to meet him.”
“If you don’t want us to do anything we’ll just leave it at that.” she stopped rubbing my cock. “What do you say?”
“Hmm. . . okay, I suppose so. Just for drinks.”
“Just for drinks.” She said and went back to the chopping board.
The weekend came around very fast and I was nervous. I paced from the kitchen to the living room, back to the kitchen, up to the bathroom and back to the kitchen again, changed the channel on the television umpteen times and tried to put the rubbish bags out twice. My wife had been getting ready for what seemed like hours. I had switched to lager to make myself look more masculine and had drunk more than usual for this time of the evening. Time was edging on and I was starting to think he might not turn up, maybe the whole thing would be a wash out.
The doorbell rang. “Can you get that dear?” my wife shouted from upstairs. I stood up, took a swig of lager and put the glass on the table. I took in a deep breath and told myself to pull myself together and just do it. I walked to the door and quickly checked myself in the mirror. I opened the door. In the doorway stood a good looking athletic black man in his thirties.
“Hi, I’m Charles. You must be Billy.” he said politely.
“Er, yes. Call me Bill, it’s only really my wife that calls me Billy. Come in.” He stepped into the house and handed over a bottle of wine.
“I thought you might appreciate this.”
I took the wine. “Come through to the lounge. I’ve already started on lager I’m afraid. Take a seat. What can I get you?”
“If there’s a lager going I’ll join you.”
I got a glass and poured Charles a lager, topping up my own at the same time. “She’s not ready yet.” I said, trying to make small talk, “You know how women are. I expect she’ll be down soon.” I handed him the glass and took a moment to check him out a little more. His shirt was tight on his body, he looked very fit. I then noticed the bulge in his trousers, my trousers had never bulged like that. I tried to think of something else to say, the silence was beginning to drag a little too long. Charles spoke first.
“I think it’s really good to see a married couple branching out in their personal life and having some fun.”
“Yes, I suppose my wife and I are quite open minded.” I drank some more.
“It’s sad to see couples breaking up just because they keep doing the same routine. Things get dull in a relationship eventually.”
I didn’t want him to think we were swingers or anything like that. I made a half-hearted excuse. “We’ve never done anything like this of course.”
“Sure.” He said enthusiastically, “You’re wife tells me you’re quite the ground breaker, always willing to try new things.”
“Well, you know, I like to keep her on her toes.” I said, taking another swig.
“Sure, sure, you don’t want them getting bored and running off.” He said laughing a little, I joined in nervously. “Hey,” he added quietly, leaning across the coffee table, “I don’t want you to be worried about tonight. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. People up and down the street are probably doing this sort of thing all the time, they just don’t go shouting about it. I think it’s a lot more normal than most people think.”
At that moment we heard my wife’s footsteps on the stairs. We both stood up as she walked through the doorway. She looked stunning. She was wearing a tight cocktail dress that showed off the curve of her thighs and backside perfectly. She wore a pair of very high heels with straps around the ankles and her legs were bare.
“You look fantastic, honey.” Charles said and kissed her on the cheek.
“Has Billy fixed you a drink?” she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
“Yes, we’ve just been chatting for a while.” he said.
I butted in. “Would you like some wine dear, Charles brought it.”
“That would be lovely darling.”
We went through the obligatory small talk for a while. Had it taken long to get here? Had he found the house okay? What was he up to yesterday? Hadn’t the weather been dreadful? I sat down again and Charles went to return to his seat opposite. My wife looked at us both, “Hmm, where shall I sit?” she said, “I’ll sit with my husband on the sofa, there’s a bit more room.” She promptly settled herself onto my knee and put one arm around my neck. “How shall we get things started?” she looked at me.
“Whatever you want dear.” I answered.
Charles spoke up. “How about you two get started and I’ll just join in if you need me.”
And within half an hour of him saying that I was upstairs having sex with my wife while Charles sat in a dark corner of the room in a chair, completely naked. I was starting to think this was turning out pretty good. I hadn’t had proper sex with my wife in months and despite the looseness of her pussy I was so turned on I was struggling not to come.
I had made sure I undressed facing away from Charles, I don’t think he would have got a proper look at my cock, the main light was off and only the bedside lamp cast its light on us. Now, while grinding away, he wouldn’t be able to see how small I was and I didn’t dare look back over my shoulder to make a comparison.
Maybe it was my imagination but my wife seemed looser than before but I wasn’t complaining. She had her arms wrapped around me and made appreciative noises while I ground my cock in and out of her in a circular motion trying to induce a little friction, all the time hoping that any extra friction wouldn’t make me suddenly shoot my load. She tapped on my back.
“Are you getting tired dear? Let me suck your cock for a while.”
I wasn’t tired but I liked the idea of a tight pair of lips around my cock. I moved to the side of the bed and knelt beside her.
“We can’t leave Charles in the corner all by himself.” she said, “Shall we let him take over for a while?” Before I could answer she wrapped her lips around my whole cock and it was all I could do not to come right there and then, I was in ecstasy. Meanwhile Charles had moved onto the bed.
“You relax Billy,” he said, “I’m just going to help you out here for a little bit.”
I knew I didn’t have the power to stop it happening, the momentum had built up to much, it was out of my control and it was going to happen anyway. I didn’t even glance over as Charles began to mount my wife. Good luck, you’ll need it, I thought, let’s see how you get on trying to fill my wife’s amazon sized pussy, I’ve never managed it. Immediately on entering her she let out a long moan, almost like a huge sigh of relief. As he worked his way in and out she was panting in time with his movements.
I turned her head slightly to remind her that she was supposed to be sucking my cock. As she put her lips around it again I glanced over at Charles’ cock, it was pretty big as I suspected it would be, not as big as one or two of the dildos my wife used but it was substantially bigger than mine. Charles caught me staring, I quickly looked away. My wife was making more noise now, her lips were still loosely around my cock but barely aware of it. Her face was going red and her features contorted into an expression I had never witnessed before.
Charles continued grinding away, gradually increasing speed until he was pounding her while I struggled to keep my cock in her mouth. She went silent for a few seconds and let out a loud cry as she climaxed. Charles slowed down gradually until she motioned him to stop. He pulled out and stood at the edge of the bed, slowly working his hand up and down his shaft to stay erect while my wife lay there in another world. After a time she lazily propped herself up on one elbow.
“I suppose you’ll want finishing off now?” she said, moving from the bed to kneel in front of him.
She took his cock in both hands and began sucking it. Oh well, I thought, I suppose it was inevitable, I’ve been replaced. “Come over here Billy, I don’t want you to be left out.”
Fantastic, this wasn’t so bad after all, she was going to suck us both off until we come. I dutifully spring up from the bed and stood next to Charles, I tried not to think about the difference in the size of our cocks, I didn’t want to ruin the moment for myself. “No Billy, down here.” She patted the floor beside her. “I want to give you a kiss.”
Disappointed wasn’t the word. I knelt down beside her, she took her mouth off Charles’ cock and kissed me deeply. I could taste him on her lips and tongue. She had one hand still on his cock and the other on the back of my head pushing my face onto hers. She turned her attention back to Charles and sucked him again while she ran her fingers through my hair. I was close enough to see the veins on Charles’ cock and realised that he was completely shaved, it gave the impression of his cock and balls being on show like a trophy.
“Kiss me again Billy.” My wife said and she pulled my head towards her, Charles’ cock still touching her lips, it brushed against mine as she forcefully kissed me.
She put her lips back around Charles’ cock and closed her eyes in delight. When she opened them she looked at me and pulled me forward again as she took her mouth off Charles’ cock. As I leant in to kiss her, she slid Charles’ cock straight from her mouth into mine. I can’t say I was surprised, in the back of my mind I knew it would happen.
Obediently, I took as much into my mouth as I could. Charles put one hand on my head, the other on my wife’s. He took a sudden intake of breath, his body jerked and my mouth suddenly filled with his cum. Charles held my head in place for a few moments and then withdrew his cock. He stepped back and sat on the chair. Before I could spit out the come my wife kissed me causing me to swallow the lot.
She looked at me and wiped a glob of come from my chin with her finger. “Open up.” She said “You missed a bit.” and put her finger in my mouth. “We don’t want to get any on the bed, do we?”