Poly... What? Book 1
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 3: Surprise!
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Surprise! - Luke’s marriage and life ignites when wife Ellie proposes open marriage and polyamory. He suspects her interest in coworker Darren, meets his wife Megan, and their adventures in poly soon begin with many surprises as others join in. The growing group likes teasing and making love together in one space. Luke and Ellie navigate awkward situations, emotions, love, and exceptional pleasure. Book 2 already posted at Zbookstore.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
“They’re on their way,” Megan announced, eyes glued to her phone. She’d texted Darren to bring Ellie and had been tracking him on the Find Friends app for the last hour. Our homes were only about fifteen minutes apart.
Megan and I had already had a slow, delicious morning fuck, and I was still riding the high. Megan again wore nothing but that tiny apron again, her breasts barely contained, nipples visibly hard. The sight kept me half-hard and aching for more.
“We’d had a small breakfast of some scrambled eggs and fruit thanks to my hostess. Every time she moved one of her breasts would creep out from behind the bib of the apron. God, she made me so horny.
She tilted the phone so I could see the little blip that indicated our spouses approaching the house. “Five minutes, tops.” Her grin turned wicked. “Then let’s get back where we left off.”
We moved to the oversized sofa. I tossed the apron aside and Megan straddled me in cowgirl — my favorite because I could fill my hands with her gorgeous tits, kiss her deeply whenever I wanted, and lose myself in the tight, velvet heat of her pussy. We started slow and sensual, trading filthy whispers and moans. She was soaking, sliding easily up and down my shaft while I played with her nipples and told her exactly how incredible she felt.
I kind of forgot about the arrival of our spouses in the heat of the moment, and we just started to have another nice, slow fuck and loving make-out session. Megan got increasingly wet and lubricated for our union. We took turns telling each other how good this felt as well as sharing some dirty talk between the loving kisses.
Darren’s voice suddenly resonated from the doorway like the crack of a whip, “HOLY FUCK! MEGAN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
Megan jerked around, really surprised at the interruption. I think we both thought we’d hear them come into the house and be better prepared.
Beside Darren, Ellie put her hand to her mouth and gasped. “Oh, my God. Luke!”
I looked straight at Ellie, calm despite my racing pulse, and offered a small smile. I did feel like I’d been caught in flagrante delicto. “Morning, Ellie. Darren. Give us just a minute and we’ll come have coffee with you. Megan made plenty.” I was surprised at how calm and even my voice sounded.
Darren stood frozen a few steps into the room, eyes locked on where my cock was still buried deep inside his wife. I could feel the warm slickness of our earlier loads mixing as she slowly lifted off me with a wet squishy sound. A blob of white goo dropped from her pussy onto my groin.
Megan stood gracefully, a thin trail of cum immediately starting to leak down her thigh. “Well ... that killed the mood for the moment. We’ll pick this up later.” She stroked my cheek.
Ellie had stepped closer, eyes wide, taking in our glistening bodies and the unmistakable scent of sex filling the room. Megan made no move to clean up; the fresh trickle of my cum traced further down her inner thigh. We’d thoughtfully placed towels and washcloths nearby this time and moved to use them.
Darren finally managed to ask me, “How ... how long have you been here?”
“Since dinner last night,” I answered evenly. “Megan’s an incredible cook and an even better hostess. That pot roast was...”
He cut in, voice tight, “Did ... did ... did you do anything?” The answer was already obvious. They’d found us fucking. I knew he meant sexually and while I could have teased him, I decided to be blunt.
I met his eyes. “Yes. Both Megan and I fully embraced the open-marriage idea that you two brought up. We had a wonderful, loving night – and morning – until you walked in. And we both want to do this again.
Megan added brightly, “I’m all in, too. It was amazing. We want repeats.”
Ellie sputtered and stated the evident fact, voice small, “You had sex together.” I thought that she was surprised that she’d so easily lost control of a situation that had been planned to be her and Darren alone.
I looked at my wife gently, “Didn’t you? That was the whole point of last night for you two, right?”
She numbly nodded and her eyes flicked to the evidence still leaking down Megan’s very desirable naked body, visible proof that we’d been busy in a sexual way. Megan had slipped on those CFM heels that made her super appealing.
Megan made no further attempt to clean up her pussy after the first try. She slipped on the apron again that just managed to cover her breasts and pussy. I slipped on my briefs and shorts that had been left on a nearby chair.
Darren and Ellie were speechless.
I gave Ellie a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as we moved to the kitchen. I had not showered and was sure I smelled like the inside of a French whorehouse. Megan’s juices covered every square inch of my body by then, and she’d been delightfully odiferous for our whole time together. I loved her aromas. Ellie either didn’t mind or didn’t notice.
In the kitchen Megan directed everyone to seats like a cheerful conductor. She freshened my mug, filled two more for Darren and Ellie, and passed around the cinnamon rolls that she’d made earlier. The silence was thick.
Ellie finally asked, voice shaky, “Do you still love me?”
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