As an open couple, my wife and I have had our ups and downs recently. Not with each other, but with some drama from a divorce that took place with another couple we’d played with and some attempts at embarrassment by revealing that we share each other. We’d taken a break from doing so to let things cool off and enjoy one another for a while.
My wife longed for another dick though. And she got it at a hotel meetup not long ago. Story was posted here. Pretty vanilla, but we try to never embellish.
I haven’t had as much luck on my own. Even as a couple we’ve struck out since we returned to our normal. I am hoping I’m not our problem or some kind of bad luck charm! My wife took it upon herself to spice things up without having to depend on Reddit, etc. to get us a unicorn or another couple.
About two weeks ago I noticed that we’d gotten more packages from Amazon than usual. It wasn’t a big deal and I never brought it up. But I’d noticed. Turns out there were some surprises in there for me. They weren’t what you’d assume. I’ll explain in a moment.
This past weekend I came home after hanging out with some old friends that were back in town. Other than keeping me out of the house both Friday and Saturday nights, their presence doesn’t contribute much to the story even if two of them are aware of me and my wife’s sexual habits. When I came home on Saturday night, that’s when my wife sprung her surprise.
I thought she’d brought home another woman. As soon as I walked through the door and made my way back to our living room, I saw a green eyed, very tan, brunette woman with unfamiliar clothes and makeup sitting on our couch. I even said, “Uh…hello.” before it hit me that I was looking at my wife! It didn’t take all that long to recognize her, but it did take me a couple of seconds after she looked up at me; a few seconds altogether.
I don’t know makeup that well, so cut me some slack if say some things wrong. But she had both eyeliner and eyeshadow on. She normally doesn’t and not that thick. Not that it was overdone, it was just more and different. The shape was different somehow. So was the color of the eyeshadow. She wasn’t slutting it up. She was just in disguise, or something.
Same for her cheek makeup (blush?). A little more of it and a bit different tone than what she wears on those occasions when she thinks she needs it. I guess her base powder (foundation?) was different too. It lent to the “tan” look she had going. It wasn’t silly dark, but was not her normal complexion.
I’d not seen the dress she was wearing before. It was the perfect blend of formal and bar wear. A beige-like color that she normally doesn’t buy or put on. She had pantyhose on. Or maybe leggings? I’m not sure what the difference is. Her shoes were new. Heels. Not fuck-me-pumps. Again, perfectly suited for either the office or the bar. Somehow.
I’d never seen her in an ensemble like this. In addition to all the cosmetic differences, literally, I could easily imagine me mistaking my own wife for someone else if we hadn’t been at our house when I saw her. And that was her point.
We fucked three times that night. Not being in my twenties anymore, that is getting harder to do. But it was easier this past Saturday.
Just as soon as I said, “Oh! Uh…wow. I, uh, wow!” she said, “Tori said she’d be back tomorrow morning, but that I could stay here. I’m sorry. I hope that’s OK with you.”
I got the hint and played along. Tori is my (made up for this story) wife’s name. She was letting me have a wild night with “someone else.” She kept playing the role all night. She never broke character until we woke up on Sunday. She tried to keep it going even then, but started laughing after 3-4 minutes and said she felt silly. The wine and edibles she told me she’d had the night before to be ready for me to get home must have worn off.
I was reminded as we got ready of all the changes she’d made to herself for me to have a special night. After waking up a little bit, I noticed our sheets smelled different. She had bought some perfume she’d never worn before. I got in the shower and saw the special dye she used on what little pubic hair she left after shaving it down to a well groomed triangle. She’d made the curtains match the drapes! And I saw the little bottles of the shampoo and conditioner she’d bought so that she wouldn’t have the scent of her normal brand on her.
She went all out. The Amazon boxes (and a couple others that were branded with names I didn’t know) had contained dyes, perfumes, makeup, clothes, body spray, and even colored contacts. She told me about getting a spray tan on Friday that I failed to notice before leaving late Saturday morning even though it had mostly set in. She admitted that she’d put on sweats instead of shorts and wore a long sleeve t-shirt to lower the odds that I’d notice it.
She even told me about something I hadn’t consciously noticed, but I knew had to have had a subliminal effect. She used a different toothpaste and mouthwash than normal. So, not only did she look different…not only did she smell different…she TASTED different when we kissed.
With all that effort, and her acting in the moment, I was able to convince myself I was sleeping with another woman. She made it a cheating role play since, as an open couple, we don’t really have much need to cheat for physical gratification (or for anything else really!). She played the role to perfection. The guilt seemed real. The hesitation seemed genuine. The reluctance, but ultimate lack of discipline, was super hot.
It’s a story I have been told I have to post. I will do it before the weekend hoping that it gets her to try it again. I don’t know if she could get enough stuff ordered by then though!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tsas1k/mf_cheating_fantasy_my_wife_is_amazing