This past weekend I decided to go ahead and get my booster shot. Seeing as how I usually don’t have any more symptoms than a sore arm after getting shots, I thought why not also get my flu shot while I was at it. Something I learned from my stint in the Marines, is that you should only mix alcohol if you really want to get fucked up. I have now learned the same can be applied to vaccines.
I got my shots early in the morning and went most of the day feeling fine. After getting home from work though, I could tell something was starting, just feeling off. When my wife asked my plans for the evening, I told her I’d probably just be turning in early, incase any side-effects kick in so that I could sleep through them. She said if I was going to bed, she would probably head to her friends house for a girls night, wine and early 2000’s reality shows. I saw her off, then checked my temp before deciding to try to turn in. Only 99F
I usually have pretty vivid dreams, but this one I only recognized was a dream week after the fact.
It was our anniversary, and due to the past few years of social distancing, this year my wife decided we should have a cookout for our early summer wedding anniversary. As both of us are fairly introverted, but like to put on appearances sometimes, I thought why not?
Most of the morning was spent with us getting ready for guests. Cleaning the house, prepping food, gathering wood for the bonfire. Normally we’d spend most of our anniversary in bed, seeing who could make the other cum the most; however, with the preparation ongoing, we had to limit ourselves to passing groping and kisses with whispered promises of leg-shaking orgasms later on. Eventually my wife disappeared into the bathroom to begin getting ready, coming out wearing a tight fitted black dress, clinging to her curves, with a plunging v-neck showing off her ample cleavage. Her dark red lipstick bringing out the red in her auburn hair, with black eye-liner to help her blue-eyes pop. All reminding me just how lucky I am to be married to her.
Eventually, guests started showing up, mainly friends from her work and their husbands, with a few of our mutual friends scattered in the mix. I had started up the charcoal grill out back, and began cooking while my wife started playing the part of hostess. Showing off our old house and the restoration work we had been doing. Fairly quickly people started getting their food and socializing. Most of the wife’s seemed to be hanging out around the bonfire, drinking wine and chatting. Going in for more food to cook, I noted the husbands all seemed to be watching the game in the front room, with my wife being in beers and food. Kissing my wife in front of the fridge as she took out more beers, I pointed out to her that her dress was starting to slide up, revealing her laced black panties and a bit of asscheek. She told me she keeps pulling it down, but the trip back and forth between the kitchen and front room it keeps sliding up. “The cost of looking good” I guessed, heading back to the grill outside.
About 15 minutes or so later my wife leads a guest out, and drops me off another tray of meat to cook. He thanks my wife for the tour, and introduces himself as the husband of one of my wife’s co-workers. We chatted about the game and house for a bit, him thanking me for letting my wife show him everything. Then he headed on down by the bonfire to join his wife.
About 15 minutes later again, my wife returns with another husband. This time her pale skin is looking flush, a pinkness across her face and exposed collarbone. Probably from all those stairs I assumed. My wife headed back in after leaving a kiss on my cheek. After chatting with the guest for a few minutes he too went and joined his wife. I reached up and felt my cheek, still feeling a wet film from her kiss. Probably just her lipstick.
Some time later I finally finished cooking everything and decided to head inside in search of my wife. Knowing how she likes a bit of risky sex, thinking I might be able to steal her away into a bathroom or closet for a quicky. Finding the front room basically empty, with one guy passed out in the recliner and another still watching the game, wasn’t too surprising. Several guys had passed me on their way to join their wives around the fire. Not finding her downstairs, I decided to head upstairs thinking she must be either changing into something warmer for the bonfire or was still showing the house off.
At the base of the stairs I cross paths with a guy coming down the stairs buttoning up his trousers. The bathroom is at the top of the stairs, so he probably just left there. “Your wife is amazing man, mine could never host a party like this, much less on our anniversary. Keep up the good work!” He said patting me on my shoulder as he passed me. Thinking nothing more of it, I started climbing the stairs.
About halfway up I started making out the sounds of someone getting fucked. Thinking of all the times my wife and I snuck into an empty room at random parties, I had no plans on interrupting some guy’s fun with his wife. Until I reached the top of the stairs and realized it was coming from our bedroom. Approaching the cracked open door, I began to make out some woman, her head hanging off the bed, dark hair spilled out under her, getting her face roughly fucked. Her red lips barely containing the massive cock thrusting between them, aided only by the wet strands of saliva. The man pulled his cock free of her throat with nearly an audible pop. Rolling her over, and preparing to plunge his dick into her tight ass. It was then I clearly saw her face, noticed the black panties on the doorknob and the black dress tossed over the bedpost.
He plunged his cock into my wife’s ass, and she immediately began to orgasm, face buried in the bed, while he fucked her ass. I entered the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click of the latch. Hearing this she looks up, mascara starting to run, and locks eyes with me. “Happy anniv—“ she starts but then is cut off as the man grabs her hair and with two large thrusts fills her ass with his cum. Pulling out, she cums again as his swinging cock leaks cum onto our bedsheets. Another man walks up to her and slaps his hard cock against the side of her face, before launching ropes of cum across it. That’s when I noticed the line of men around the walls of our room, all waiting their turn.
Another man walked up to her, before rolling her back onto her back. Sticking his cock into her pussy and grabbing her tits. Seeing her mouth open another guy decided to fill it with his cock.
The rotation of men filling her holes with cock and cum continued until the sun set. Seeing my cum covered wife, passed out in our bed, I looked out the window to the husbands sitting with their wives by a dying bonfire. And thought, “I better put some more wood on the fire”
I woke up, hot. Stumbling to the kitchen, temp of 103F. My wife still not home. Took some Advil, then laid myself back down, and hoped my wife would be back in the morning so I could do something about my throbbing erection.
TL;DR got vaccinated, new side-effect of getting cucked
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/sldqu8/fever_dream_mmf_cuck