Take My Wife, Please
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Swinging, Group Sex, First,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Part 1 - Our game of imagination to stimulate our sex lives develops into reality.
"You know, Terri, Larry's got the hots for you." My friend and neighbor, Dawn, confided this to me as we cleaned up the kitchen following one of our frequent shared lunches.
"Really?" I said, as casually as possible. "Too bad for him."
"Haven't you noticed how he's always trying to touch you?" she asked. "He'll hold the door for you and take your hand. When you come to sit at the table he holds your chair, then brushes his hand across your shoulders. He's got it bad, Terri."
"Like I said, too bad for him," I repeated. "He actually told you this? Didn't it piss you off?"
Dawn shrugged. "It's the way things are. Would I be better off getting all bitter about it? We've talked about, you know, opening up. We talked about it a lot over the last couple of months. We talked about sort of spicing things up. I mean, he still wants me and all. He's just got the hots for you, too."
"Uh-huh," I said. "Well, that doesn't change anything. He's not getting any."
Dawn's bright green eyes fixed on me, her soft, shoulder-cut dark hair swinging gently as she looked up. "You ought to think about it."
"You're nuts, you know that?" I said, with a tinge of anger. "I'm not fucking your husband, Dawn. Why would you even consider it? Did he put you up to it?"
"Only partially. See, he wants to watch me to fuck Steven."
"What?" It was almost a scream.
"Take it easy, Terri," Dawn said. "It's just talk. We fantasize about it. It makes for some really hot sex. You guys ought to try it. You just think about what it might be like and tell each other. It really is hot. And then, after a while, maybe you'll decide you'd like to try it, you know, for real."
"Oh, so, you've decided you want to try it, 'for real', like you said? Is that it?"
My friend shrugged. "We've thought about it."
"Well, you're out of your mind, Dawn. I don't see what would have possibly given you the idea that I would, that we would, try something like that."
My friend smiled, slyly. "Why not? Maybe your sex life hasn't gotten routine in the past six years. Ours has. I bet yours has, too. So, why not try something different with somebody you can trust? Are you afraid?"
"Of course I'm not afraid. What I am is indignant! How could you even suggest such a thing? The subject is closed."
Dawn shrugged again. "Okay, fine. But, you ought to try fantasizing with Steven, at least once. I'll bet it would spark things up."
"I said, the subject is closed, Dawn," I told her with finality.
We moved on to a couple of other topics but the atmosphere was strained. Eventually, Dawn put her cup in the dishwasher and prepared to leave. She bent over and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"I really love you, you know," she said.
"I know. And, Dawn, I love you, too. It's just, sometimes, you go too far."
Two weeks passed. I didn't see Larry or Dawn in all that time. But the images and thoughts kept roiling around in my mind. And the knot in my belly just didn't want to go away. Finally, one night I told Steven about Dawn's conversation.
I was sitting astride Steven, his cock buried inside me. I looked down at him, recognized the lust in his eyes.
"You're thinking about Dawn" I told him.
"What?" His look was truly deer-in-the-headlights.
"Dawn. Our next door neighbor. Would you like to be fucking her?"
"I'd... I never considered it," he said. "Say, what is this all about?"
"She said Larry wants you to fuck her. He hasn't said anything to you like that?"
"Larry? No, he hasn't said anything," Steven said. "I- I haven't seen him."
"He wants to fuck me," I told him grinding my hips on him.
"He does? Did he tell you?"
"What did you say?"
"I said that there's no way in hell I'm letting him fuck me."
"She said they had their hottest sex when they talk about it."
"I can imagine."
"Can you? Why? Does it make you hot, too? You want to see Larry fuck me? Or, do you just want a go at Dawn's tight little cunt?" I intentionally squeezed him as hard as I could.
"That might be fun," my husband said with a groan, his hands stroking my breasts.
"All of it."
"You want to see him fuck me, then?" I was getting into it.
"I'd love to watch you."
"You want to see his cock slamming into me? Is that right?"
"Imagine it. You spreading your legs for him. Him sliding his hot, hard meat into you. Does that light your fire? Isn't it incredibly hot?"
It was. The idea of strange cock up inside me after six years of only Steven did have it's positive points. I banged on my husband with increasing intensity and vigor.
"I can tell it does," Steven said. "It makes you hot thinking about it."
"Shut up," I ordered. "I'm doing this.
"And, what about Dawn, riding on you like I am now? Does that do something for you?"
"Can't you tell?"
"Close your eyes," I directed. "Imagine its Dawn on top of you."
Steven did as I asked. He groaned.
"So it does make you hot, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yes," he admitted. "She's cute and sexy. But, I can't get the image of you fucking Larry out of my mind. That is hotter than anything. I can just see his meat sliding in and out of you while you beg him to fuck you harder. Oh, man! Oh, baby, I love you so much. You are so hot!"
"You think we should, then? Do it, I mean. With them?"
"If you want to, baby. If that's what you want, I'm game."
"And will you still love me after I'm a slut?"
"You're already a slut, baby. And, don't I love you?"
"I love you, too, Steven. I really do. And, I love fucking you. This other would be just for fun, right?"
"Just for fun," he agreed.
"I can't believe how hot it is just thinking about it."
"You should call her. Set it up. Right now. Before you change your mind."
"Right now? In the middle?"
"Right now, while you're hot and excited and the idea turns you on," he encouraged me.
I leaned over and reached for the cordless, pressing the speed dial for our neighbors number.
"Steven and I are interested," I said. "Remember, what we talked about a couple of weeks ago?"
"Good," Dawn said. "You sound strange. Are you all right?"
"We're fucking," I told her, humping my ass on Steven's meat. "Steven said I should call right now, while it turns me on. Before I change my mind."
"That is so hot!" Dawn exhaled. "You mean you're doing it right now? While we're on the phone?"
"Yes, goddammit," I snapped at her.
"Oh, Terri! That is so hot! So, should we come over now?"
We could do it now, I thought. But, I wasn't really that ready.
"Not now. I want a date, a night out. Saturday," I said, puffing with my exertion. "Dinner. Drinks, lots of them. Some dancing. Then back here."
"Larry's going to be so excited!" she breathed.
"What about you?"
"Me?" Dawn paused. "Oh, hell yes, Terri! I am so wet just thinking about it. You just wouldn't believe. I'm going to have to go fuck Larry."
"I may let you fuck my husband, honey," I said, "but, you can't have him."
"Ditto," Dawn said, seriously.
I punched the phone off. "There," I said. "It's done."
"But, we're not," Steven groaned. "Now you can close your eyes and think about riding Larry just like this."
That's exactly what I did. When I came, I screamed out his name. It was the best orgasm I'd had in about three years.
Dawn and I had lunch the next day, Friday. I was already getting cold feet.
"Look, Dawn, honey, I'm not so sure about this Saturday thing," I told her.
Dawn's full, red lips split into a little smile, showing her straight, white teeth. "I know. It makes your tummy do little butterfly things, doesn't it?"
I nodded. "It's just, well, I never even considered doing it with anybody other than Steven, you know? And, a decision made in the heat of passion is usually not a good idea."
"Really? I mean, the four of us have been tight for so long. You never considered how it might be with Larry?" Dawn asked.
This time I shook my head. "Not until you mentioned it."
"And last night, when you were doing Steven. After you hung up. Did you think about it then?"
I had to admit that I had.
"So, let me ask you," my dark-haired friend said, "did it make you feel sexy?"
"I came harder than I had in years."
Dawn nodded sagely. "See, Larry did the same for me. He started to make me feel sexy all the time," Dawn admitted. "He kept talking about how sexy I was, how guys look at me and stuff. He encouraged me to dress sexy and to play up my sexuality. I feel sexy all the time now."
Dawn's eyes were glistening. She nodded. "I hardly ever wear underwear anymore," she confided in a whisper.
"Really?" I was astonished.
"And when I do, you know, for special occasions, I wear the sexiest kind I can find."
"Yup," she said. "You could say that I'm ready at just about any time."
She stood up and took our plates to the sink. "Come on, Terri. We're going to go shopping."
"Right now," she ordered, putting the plates in the sink. "We're going to go back into your bedroom, strip off whatever it is your wearing, get you dressed to feel sexy and go shopping for lingerie."
"I can't," I said flatly. "I can't be walking around without underwear. People with think I'm some kind of whore."
"People won't know, hon. And, if they do notice, they'll like it. Trust me."
Dawn took me back into my bedroom. She was so business-like I felt almost no embarrassment when she made me strip down. What happened next absolutely floored me.
I stood naked, except for my wedding ring. Dawn cooed, "Oh, Terri! You're absolutely stunning. You look like one of those blonde princesses from the old fairy tales."
She put her hand on my bare shoulder. "Look at this," she murmured. Her hand slid down until she cupped the bulge of my left breast. "This is so perfect!" Her finger slid across my nipple sending a tingle through my whole left side. Then she slipped her hand down to my waist and caressed the flair to my hip.
"So smooth," she whispered. "So soft. You are gorgeous!" Her left hand swept a stray strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. Her eyes flickered across my form, dancing from feature to feature. I started to feel extremely self-conscious.
"Dawn," I whispered. "I'm feeling really uncomfortable."
Her hands cupped my face. Two inches shorter than I, Dawn looked up into my eyes. Hers were sparkling. She tilted her head then kissed me very softly square on the lips.
I was too stunned to even move. Her kiss was light as a feather, yet warm and moist. I had never felt so tender a kiss in my life. My juices started to flow as she held her lips to mine. I didn't even dare to breath. I felt her tongue probe lightly at my lips, and I thought that this was a defining moment. My resistance to the whole idea seemed to melt away in a gush and I opened my mouth.
Dawn's tongue made a gentle circle of my lips, then she sucked gently before releasing her hold on me. I gasped for air.
"What?" I stammered. "What are we doing?"
"I never realized it before," Dawn said softly, her eyes flittering across my face. "I am so in love with you! Your face, your hair. Your eyes, your shape." Her hands roamed across my body, lightly touching, then moving on. "Your smile, your laugh, your mind and body, all of it. I am so in love with you!"
By this time my guts were churning and my heart was pounding in my chest. When Dawn proceeded to kiss me again, I responded with increasing desire. Our tongues played across one another. Our lips melted into each other. Dawn's hand came to rest on my breast, gently tweaking the nipple as we kissed. And now, my juices were really flowing.
Dawn released my lips, then trailed hers across the line of my jaw and down my neck. I gasped as she sucked at the join between my neck and shoulder. My arms automatically went to her head, caressing the soft, brown hair, pulling it back so it wouldn't interfere with what her lips were doing.
What they were doing now was sliding across my chest, planting tiny kisses as they went, until she closed them around my erect nipple. I gasped aloud as her tongue flicked the stiffened tissue sending sparks across my whole body. I felt her teeth test, then more firmly clench on my nipple and that sensation caused a gush down below.
"Does that mean we're, you know?" I left the phrase unfinished.
"I don't think so," she said, her gaze boring into me. "I still love Larry. I love sex with him and the idea of fucking Steven makes me terribly hot, so I don't think so. But, I've just realized that I am in love with you. This is just awesome. I love Larry, and Steven and you, too!"
"Dawn, honey," I began. "Do you think we... ?"
"Oh, you're so right. We need to stop this for now," she said. "We'll save it for the big event. Anyway, we need to get on with our shopping trip."
Dawn turned and began digging into the drawers of my dresser. She settled on a white, cropped T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts above a pair of white sandals. I felt naked with my nipples jutting through the thin fabric of the top and no panties between my jeans and the real me. As the finishing touch, Dawn pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and tucked it through the gap in a blue ball cap.
"This is so much fun!" she giggled. "Its like playing dress-up with a life sized doll."
Our whirlwind shopping trip took us to the local mall and into no less than six boutiques. Dawn kept saying, "Oh, this is cute. We'll have to get it next time." Finally she settled on her choices and we left with three bags from three different boutiques.
Back in my bedroom she dug into a bag and pulled out the first item. It looked like black dental floss.
"The boys are going to love this," she offered holding up the thong. "Here. Put it on."
I put each item on as Dawn dug it out of the bags we'd brought from shopping. Everything was black. Dawn said it contrasted with my blonde hair and fair skin. Truth was, we hadn't bought much. The thong, of course, and a pair of black, lace-top thigh highs which where barely hidden beneath the very short hem of the black, one shoulder mini-dress Dawn had picked out. A separate box held the four-inch black patent-leather heels with a cute little ankle strap. Dawn called them come-fuck-me pumps.
"I'm going to need practice walking in these," I told her as I slipped on the shiny shoes. "I'm used to flats, running shoes and much lower heels."
"I don't think you'll have them on very long, sweetie," Dawn kidded me. "If the boys don't have you naked about thirty seconds after you walk in the door, then I will!"
"We're supposed to go to dinner and dancing before we come back here for the main event," I reminded her.
"Oh, that's right," she grinned. "Well, you've got the rest of today and all day tomorrow to practice. Besides, maybe they'll want you to leave them on so you can spur them on while you're getting laid."
"What are you wearing?" I asked, teetering across the room in the unfamiliar shoes.
"I've got a little red dress, deep "V" in front and no back to it at all, almost. It's so short it barely covers my ass. But, Larry likes that. And, a cute little pair of gold open-toed heels," Dawn concluded.
"I hope we don't clash or anything."
"Nope. It will be a nice contrast. Trust me. And the boys are going to like the way we look; yours, mine, and any other living, breathing human male we happen to encounter. You can bank on that."