*This story intentionally leaves off at a hinge point. I have 3 or 4 different ideas for chapter two, have one already written and will plan on writing all of them eventually… If you want a specific direction for chapter 2 covered right away, tell me in the comments! This story is based on some true things in my life with obvious continuation where the real world leaves off.*
My wife, Kayla, has a friend of a friend, Alex, that I’d heard of for years, yet never met. Kayla has gone on trips with Alex multiple times in the years since we started dating – twice to Europe and once on a trip to Vegas for that mutual friend’s bachelorette party. Some of the stories of Alex make her seem flirty and fun, but because Kayla and Alex were mainly friends through that 3rd friend and only kept in touch occasionally, I’d never gotten to meet her, much less spend any time with her.
When that third friend got married, that finally changed. Kayla and I rented an AirBnB with her + two other couples and made a full weekend of it.
Alex was cute in a nerdy way. She was short (5’2ish) and very petite with shoulder length brown hair. She usually wore glasses (+ could switch to contacts) and had an effortless style that gave off that nerdy vibe but still managed to show off some skin with shirts that hung off her shoulder on one side or were cut in a way to show her stomach. I was drawn to her personality and smile quickly, and despite not actually knowing her, she became a fallback for me during events where I knew almost no one (or at least was close with nobody). More than once, I had to stop myself from flirting with her, teasing her about something or dancing next to her in the group as we shouted the raunchy lyrics of whatever pop song the wedding DJ played, especially as Kayla ran around talking to old friends or handling wedding responsibilities. On Sunday, it went up even another notch – the other two couples left and we spent Sunday night lounging around the house before our Monday flights. I assumed maybe I’d just missed it on the other nights, but Alex strutted around the house that night in tiny, sexy pajamas that showed off her tiny frame, cute butt and slender legs. I had to stop myself from ogling, given my wife was right there, but was some good harmless fun. Or so I thought.
When the trip ended and we got home, we had more time to chat. I casually mentioned enjoying my time with Alex and my wife nodded in agreement, “yea, she’s fun – she’s definitely a flirt.”
Unsure what was meant by it, I answered by saying, “yea, I definitely felt like we were flirting a bit at times. She’s cute.”
My wife smiled at me again, walked over to me and kissed me deeply and replied, “Good. I knew you’d like her. Since she’s been on a few those trips where I’ve pushed the limits a bit. She knows about our arrangement. In fact, she covered for me with the group in Vegas!”
My mind reeled as I processed it, and I quickly realized it all added up. “Our arrangement” was the fact that I loved the idea of my wife getting wild on trips away from me – I fantasized about her being a hotwife, especially at the times where I couldn’t have her myself anyways, when we’re hundreds of miles apart. I hadn’t put together the fact that the girls trips where Kayla happened to take me up on that offer all seemed to be with this group, despite the fact that Kayla was adamant that she had to keep all of it hidden from that mutual friend, because “she definitely wouldn’t understand”.
There was the Europe trip early on in our relationship with an Italian guy on a dance floor that she’d made out with – she said that one had been early enough in our relationship that nobody had said much. Then the topless pool party with guys doing body shots off her. And then finally, the one a few months ago where Kayla had slipped away from the group, grinded on and made out with a guy on a nightclub dance floor, then let him slide a finger inside her until she orgasmed. I had wondered how she knew nobody saw her… Having Alex cover for her on all those occasions made a *lot* of sense.
Our kissing intensified and I slowly started pulling off Kayla’s clothes while pressing for more details. Apparently, each time they got together on one of the trips, Kayla would let a few more details slip about the setup and Alex would get more intrigued. By the end of the trip, Alex was usually encouraging Kayla to slip away with some guy, offering to cover for her.
I had completely stripped her down and was kissing my way down her body when Kayla added another series of bombshells. “Oh, and I told her in the right circumstances, I’d give you the same permission…I’m surprised she didn’t make more of a move on you this weekend. Maybe when she comes to town in a few weeks she will.”
I’m sure my eyes went wide as I thought about what she was saying. Holy shit… No wonder Alex had been so flirty all weekend! And she was coming to visit us in a few weeks!? My mind raced with possibilities.
Kayla returned my focus to her. “Lick me. Now. I’ll keep the next 15 minutes in mind when I’m discussing our plans for that weekend with her.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I devoured her body. I didn’t know what the fuck her plans could be, but if there was ever a time to impress her and please her, I figured whilr she was talking about encouraging her cute nerdy friend to seduce me was probably it. Five tongue based orgasms plus one more on my dick covered it for the day. Nothing special… Just eating her, telling her that I loved her and worshipped her body and then a firm but loving fuck. And another passionate fuck almost every day for the next 2.5 weeks. And some jerking off in between. My sex drive was always high, but it was through the roof waiting for Alex to come visit.
When the weekend finally came, I had to force myself to play it cool. While I regularly offered to let my wife fuck basically anyone she wanted (within certain scenario bounds), that insinuation, much less an offer, was way more rare in the other direction. Once in a while she’d enjoy the idea of the two of us dominating some petite thing she had found on the dance floor or got turned on by the idea of female friends swooning over how big my dick is (good sized, probably 7-7.5, but also not always the biggest in the room), but for the most part our fantasies included her as the center of attention. I wasn’t making a strong move until I got the green light, and I still didn’t totally expect anything. I also had to remind myself that I didn’t really know what Alex was into…That the part of the arrangement Alex might really enjoy is the one where I volunteer to let my wife fuck other guys and me ever getting anything out of it was just an imagined hope.
Alex arrived on a Thursday night, late, so we didn’t get into much. A short night of catching up on the couch reassured me that the sexual tension was still there. Especially when she changed into the same pajamas that had me staring a few weeks earlier and repeatedly looked back at me while she was walking away – it felt like she wanted to ensure I was getting the views I needed. But only once did the conversation go in a sexual direction. When Kayla stepped out of the room to refill her drink, Alex asked me point blank if I still enjoyed the idea of my wife hooking up with other guys while they traveled. I was a little caught off guard. I laughed nervously and said “yea… Kayla told me you helped run interference so she could have some fun. It’s a fun game we have – I don’t mind having to compete for her sexy body.” Kayla walked back in before Alex could do much more than grin at me, and the topic switched back to something else quickly.
It was Friday before I knew why she was asking. We went to an early dinner and then to a few of our favorite neighborhood bars. It was still early in the night, so we decided to play pool, one of Kayla and my favorite bar activities.
“Cutthroat? And what are we playing for?” Kayla asked, referring to the 3 player game where everyone is for themselves.
“Sure. And I don’t know, you pick. I’m good with whatever,” I replied, not knowing anything about Alex’s pool skills or willingness to bet.
“Whatever?” Kayla asked. I probably should have thought more before I agreed, especially since it was everyone for themselves in this game and I was fitting myself to get ganged up on. But that didn’t cross my mind at the time. “Alex, how about the bet you mentioned to me the other day…”
I looked at Alex. I was intrigued now. She scoffed and gave me some shit about how I’d never agree. “Try me,” I said.
She walked over to me, so she was just inches from my body, and leaned in. “Well, if you win. You get both me *and* Kayla in your bed tonight. We’re yours.”
She put her hand on my neck and lightly pulled me down to her pettie frame, then whispered the other side of the bet in my ear. “But if either of us win, you don’t get either of us until you help both me and your precious, still mostly innocent wife get fucked by some new, random guys from the bar.”
I looked over to Kayla on the other side of the pool table, ass out, bent over the table, watching me for my reaction. She smiled a devilish grin and nodded. I can tell myself that if she hadn’t indicated she wanted it that I might have said no, but I knew I liked the result of both sides of this bet. I wanted to see my wife get fucked by a new cock, and I definitely wanted a turn with Alex. I couldn’t say no. They could have been cruel and teased me for a while but I figured they wouldn’t do that to me…that Alex still wanted some fun with me, even if she was going to toy with me (and Kayla first). So I agreed and the bet was on.
They did gang up on me and it looked bleak quick. There was a moment where Kalya looked unsure about what she was signing up for and started trying to beat Alex, claiming she was trying to “play fair”, but Alex upped her flirting with Kayla, pointed out a few hot guys in the bar that could be hers and put an end to it quickly. I did get a few shots at the table and made a little run, but before the second to last shot I needed, Alex pulled in Kayla for a kiss directly in my sight of view. I missed badly, and lost one turn later. I had missed the chance to have Alex in my bed tonight. And more importantly, I was about to get legitimately cuckolded for the first time.
Both girls walked over towards me, Alex stepped up to me first. I thought she might gloat or tease me, but she started by leaning in and kissing me. My eyes darted to Kayla, who just smiled, which allowed me to return the kiss. Alex pulled back slightly and whisperered, “Don’t worry, you’re still going to enjoy this.”
Alex came back in for another deep kiss that was only broken off by Kayla smacking her ass, telling her to “be nice to me and not make me too horny, since I was going to have to wait a while to get off again.”
Alex stepped aside and Kayla stepped forward to kiss me next. We talked for a moment, with her asking if I was mad about the “set up” and ensuring that we could go back to normal life after the weekend. I nervously glanced around at the guys in the bar and back at Kayla, knowing what was next. After a few moments of tenderness, consoling me, they reverted back to their wild selves and started to enjoy the situation again.
We made a plan. Well, they made a plan. I’d hang with them and be their “roommate” until they found two guys they thought were suitable. Once they were good, they’d give me a sign to depart and they’d go to one more club for a little dancing. I’d head back home, move some pictures of us and then hang on the couch in the basement. They’d come home, each go to their rooms and I’d be able to hear both talking, laughing and moaning. And when they were done, they’d escort the guy to the door and send me a text to come up and reclaim my wife, and we’d figure it out from there.
It didn’t take long to find the needed guys. They worked their way through most of the bar in no time flat, flirting and laughing with new guys. I shook hands, introducing myself to 6 or 7 different guys, fully aware that one of them was going to be balls deep in my wife shortly. At some point, I got the signal from Kayla that they were good and I could roll out – Kayla was flirting with a tall, fit guy with short brown hair, while Alex was standing between the legs of another guy who was perched on a bar stool, talking from a few inches apart. I finished my beer and said my goodbyes. Not kissing Kayla on the way out was weird but we had to keep up appearances…but she did squeeze my crotch a bit as I gave her a hug before departing.
The next hour or two was rough as I alternated between distractedly playing video games and looking at porn on my phone, slowly stroking myself. All I could think of was Alex convincing Kayla this was a good plan over the last few weeks and both of them now on the dance floor making out with other guys.
I got a two word text from Kayla, “headed home” and no more info. A few minutes later four sets of voices filled the upstairs of the apartment. Kayla, Alex and two guy’s voices echoed down to me and I knew it was about to happen. It didn’t take long for me to hear both bedroom doors slam shut and the voices to become a little quieter, and now in pairs.
Our house had two bedrooms on the upper level, our master plus a guest bedroom where Alex had stayed. There was a bathroom between the bedrooms, but they were close enough that we figured guests could hear us if we were loud at all while we had visitors. That was mostly proven as I heard alternating combos of the faint but clear sounds of moaning, dirty bedroom talk and a light rhythmic thump of someone’s body getting used.
I stopped with the pretense of playing video games and just listened, slowly stroking myself. After a half hour or so, I heard calmer voices coming from the master bedroom, and I started to get excited that my time was potentially coming. A few minutes after that, I heard the voices exit the bedroom and the sound of feet moving across the house. And then, my phone buzzed.
A picture from my wife. A sexy ass up in the air on my bed with the swollen pussy from a fresh fuck clearly visible. The text just read “your turn”.
I nervously walked upstairs to find the kitchen empty. Familiar sounds of sex were still coming from the guest bedroom as I passed that door and put my hand on the door to my wife and my bedroom. I took a deep breath, turned the knob and opened the door.
The body from the picture was still propped up on dispay, but when I moved my eyes from up her body, I found Alex’s smiling face in my bed, not Kayla as I had expected. I tried to process what I was seeing and as I did, I heard Kayla’s faint voice moan “ohh fuck, I’m close again” from behind the guest bedroom door. The slap of bodies from her guy fucking her filled the hallway where I stood.
Alex heard it too, grinned, shook her ass and spoke. “Take your clothes off and come here…”
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