Stress Relief

[susurrus]

I always wondered where Christie went when her eyes went glassy and it was obvious she wasn’t seeing me anymore, especially when we had sex. With our new arrangement, would she tell me if I asked? Did I really want to know? Maybe one of these days, I’d screw up the courage.

Christie’s fingers rubbed against my cock while she fucked herself. I’d read about how thin the wall is between a woman’s vagina and rectum is, but had never experienced it until now. It made me wonder what it might feel like if those fingers were another cock. What would that feel like? Was that the thought going through my wife’s mind right then? Was Christie fantasizing of getting taken by two cocks at the same time? As with so many things sexually, to say I’d never imagined such a thing would be a lie. But as with the question to myself on how I’d take another man fucking her, I couldn’t pinpoint my thoughts. We’d have to talk about it. The opportunity had been dangled in front of us like a carrot in front of a hungry horse, so there was the possibility we could attempt the swinging life and all the possibilities that might offer. We just needed to work out how it would all work…

It always fascinated me how casually Christie slid fingers inside her when she masturbated. It was mesmerizing. When she started adding fingers, I watched avidly, my orgasm building to the point of no return.

By the time she had three fingers inside her luscious cunt, I blew my load. I couldn’t say it was the biggest cum of my life, because I had so many to choose from lately. Still, I held nothing back, making sure I made the noises my body wanted to make as my cock pumped yet more cum inside my beautiful wife.

When my orgasm was over, I stayed buried inside. I wanted to watch Christie get herself off for me, and I wanted to be in her to feel how her climax felt while I was in this hole...

 

[fnchristie81]

It wasn't long after Christie had added her third finger that Matt erupted. She was slightly disappointed at not being able to explore the new fantasy further, but as always enjoyed Matt's warning signs. This time they allowed her to stop and focus on the new sensation of him ejaculating inside her rectum.

Leaving her fingers moving pleasurably inside herself, her mind attenuated itself to the gliding inside her other hole. She was disappointed that she didn't feel Matt gushing inside her the way the few stories she'd read had described, but then he'd already cum several times today so maybe there just wasn't enough to feel. Or maybe it was just that it was similar to vaginal sex, and she'd never feel it. Still, he stayed in her after he'd finished, and she smiled up at him.

"We're going to have to do that again."

 

[susurrus]

While I came, I noticed Christie hesitated a moment and a brief look of concentration crossed her face. I suspected what that was about, and hoped it was as satisfying for her as it was for me. Now that I'd successfully achieved penetration of my wife's sexy ass, I definitely wanted to add it to our regular sexual repertoire. It didn't have to happen every time, but if the spirit moved, it'd be nice to know the option was open. Yes, I could have demanded it and Christie would comply, I was pretty sure. However, with everything we'd done, I wanted her to get something positive out of it, rather than just, "Matt wants it."

Any concerns I had were swept away when Christie gave me a huge grin and gushed, "We're going to have to do that again."

I laughed, "Anytime, pretty girl.

"I think I'm done for a while, but I want to feel you cum while I'm in here. Think you can manage that, cause I want to see it. I'll keep fucking as long as I remain hard enough. I just want you to cum, too."

 

[fnchristie81]

"I want to feel you cum while I'm in here."

Nuts, that meant masturbating in front of hhim...or under him as it were. She knew he enjoyed it; Matt asked for her to do it often enough. But she was still self conscious every time she acquiesced. Still, even though he'd deflated a bit, he was still inside her-as were her fingers. To goad her, Matt flexed his hips back and forth a little in her back passage.

Christie imagined herself laying on a bed of male skin instead of the sheets she actually was on. That guy was behind her, skewering her rear while Matt was penetrating her from the front-able to enjoy her assets and expressions. Both guys started out moving slowly and in sync with each other. Matt of course, became more aggressive more quickly due to being able to see her. The guy she was laying on reqched around her and grasped one of her breasts, kneeding it gently at first before becoming more firm. The hand narrowed it's assault to focus on her nipple.
She didn't have a face, or even a body concept for the person lodged in her rectum. Was it someone they'd had a few drinks with and invited back? Someone that they'd known casually but never really  knew? Someone they'd just met?

The hand began tugging and squeezing at her already sensitive nipple. Would Matt give up her anal passage to a stranger? The hand tugging her nipple began sliding its way down her body. That meant someone they knew, who would therefore know her job and apparently her new kinks.

Suddenly she was ok with the idea. Let them know. The hand that had been moving down her body reached its goal, and pinched her clit hard. The idea was also exciting, that someone she knew might not only get to find out about her newfound naughtiness but also to see her nude, and experience her sexually.

She still didn't know who it was, which added to the thrill. Her orgasm welled up from deep inside at the added layer of naughtiness, waving over her and causing her body to ripple with the sensations and making her shriek out her pleasure.

 

[susurrus]

I saw the hesitation in Christie's face at my wanting her to masturbate in front of me. It was the same look she got every time I made the request. She regarded it as a personal thing, something you didn't do when someone else was around. We'd talked about it before. Still, it didn't keep me from asking. Hell, if she wanted me to jack off for her, I'd be right there, but it wasn't something she'd ever really wanted to see. Not that she hadn't caught me over the years - hell, I'm a normal guy, we all do it - but I couldn't remember the last time she'd actually asked me to masturbate for her...

Still, I saw her realization that I wasn't going to change my mind, so her eyes slowly closed and she continued what she was doing when I came.

I continued slowly fucking, trying to keep myself hard enough to remain in her ass while she put on her show for me.

Christie disappeared into some manner of fantasy, to distract her from the fact she was masturbating in front of an audience, I was certain. Still, it was arousing as hell for me, and I didn't go completely soft the entire time. The feeling of being inside her definitely helped, aided by the amazing visual.

It took a few minutes - I wasn't sure how many - but I kept fucking her asshole the while. I was back to full hardness by the time her orgasm rumbled over her, and just as I'd hoped, the feeling I got when she came was amazing. Of course, the fact that Christie held back nothing when she orgasmed just made it all better.

Eventually, it ebbed away and I stayed in her for a few minutes afterward, just holding her, my hips no longer moving.

My intention was to just let my cock soften and fall free on its own, so I just laid there with my wife in my arms, basking in the afterglow of yet another mind-blowing sexual encounter, details from the day flitting in and out of my mind the whole time.

Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask, "Baby, where do you go when you close your eyes like you did just now? You've been doing that a lot lately. I just wonder where you've been going and what you've been thinking about."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie flushed at Matt's question. How could she tell her loving husband about such a dirty fantasy? It was always embarrassing when he asked, but answering honestly in this case would be particularly humiliating. And so, she hedged.

"About being taken, front and back, by two guys," she answered softly. "What it would feel like, and stuff like that."

 

[susurrus]

Like I've said before: I'm a guy. I don't always pick up on female cues. Christie's hesitation was noticeable, even for me. That might sound like she didn't say anything for quite a while. It was only a few seconds, but in the silence of the room, it stuck out.

Anyhow, I was ready to tell her she didn't have to be afraid to tell me anything. I was a big boy and could take it, but she did finally speak.

When she told me what had been running through her mind, it was my turn to be quiet a while. I'd never known my wife to hold such fantasies. Maybe they'd popped up in light of the experiences we'd had lately. Maybe they'd been buried deep, and only bubbled to the surface now that certain walls appeared to be crumbling.

"Wow. I hope I'm one of those guys," I said after a bit. We'd been handed the golden ticket to the fulfillment of such a fantasy just that afternoon. When I thought about it, maybe a double team would ease me into seeing Christie alone with another man.

My cock started growing again. It still hadn't softened enough to fall free of Christie's butt. I probably didn't have another cum in me, but I sure as hell wasn't going to pull out of her if she didn't tell me to.

"Who would you want where?" I asked with a little more encouragement in my voice. It wouldn't pay to be afraid at this point. Right now, it was just fantasy, golden ticket or not. No need to close the book on anything we hadn't tried yet. Besides, Christie had given me Meghan that afternoon: who was I to deny her anything?

Yes, I was getting tired. It had been a big day, but I was up for some play, some fun, sexy talk. So much had been taboo in our conversations before. That's one of the biggest walls that was coming down. It seemed like practically every conversation we'd had the last couple days had had some kind of sexual slant. I wasn't complaining, that was for sure, it was just a new turn. I liked it. It felt like we'd been more husband and wife the last couple days than we had for a few years. We were thinking more of "us" than we were of all the outside things for a change. Yes, we'd have to give outside its time, but we were remembering what we could be...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie couldn't tell if Matt was playing to her fantasy, or looking to actually go through with something like this. At least he wasn't angry, or turned off. If anything, he seemed not only interested but willing.

"You were definitely one of the guys," she finally reassured him. "You're where you like to be, able to watch me. The other guy was behind. Or rather, beneath me as I lay back on him. I don't know who he was, nor have any fantasies about anyone, but we did know him," she confessed. "I don't know, it was just something running through my head at the time that turned me on. I'm not looking to do anything, and I don't have any thoughts on anyone. It was just a kind of thrill."

 

[susurrus]

I smiled. "It's okay. It was just unexpected, that's all. You've never expressed any kind of interest in anything like that before. Trust me when I say I find it hot that you're opening up to such ideas, even if we never follow through on them. You just keep fantasizing, baby. I love it, and you know I do."

My cock was fully hard again in Christie's ass. I wasn't moving, though. It was always just nice to be inside her. After a few beats, I asked, "You think you could get time off to come with me when I go on my trip for work?" Meghan's invitation - even the tease with Eric - loomed over my question. There was no telling whether we could ever do what we'd done that afternoon again, but the opportunity was there. If we could both work up the nerve to set those wheels in motion again - this time on purpose - we might learn a whole hell of a lot more about ourselves and each other.

...I just wasn't sure either of us would be able to work up that much nerve...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt liked her indulging in her fantasies. Even if he didn't sound very open to acting on them, he was encouraging her to indulge them.

Then he asked her about getting time off from work. She bit her lip in concentration. It was possible, but one week's notice might be difficult. Still, she'd worked two full years and only taken a few extra days off here and there, so maybe she could get permission. Especially if she traded a few shifts here and there to do so.

"I'll try," she promised. She was mentally running through the logistics in her mind, thinking of coworkers she could ask to cover or trade when she remembered that Meghan had stated she was a nurse. A nurse in the town to which Matt was travelling. Then the invitation to join she and her husband. An invitation she was sure Matt was eager to accept. As was she, she admitted to herself. She could only imagine what kind of man the blonde to whom the blonde was married, although she was sure that the more she fantasized about him, the more she'd be disappointed.

Even if it didn't work out to link up with the other couple, she began to think of other ways she could surprise own husband on the trip. He'd already accepted-no, encouraged-her to look more into modelling at the lingerie boutique, where the lingerie was designed to draw the eye to her private bits. And the clientele seemed to be couples, and where touching of the sensual pieces by both interested parties seemed to be encouraged by the staff.

"I'll figure it out," she promised him, wiggling her stuffed derriere against him.

 

[susurrus]

I could see the wheels begin turning when I asked Christie about time off. Things were busy. It was the medical field, they're always busy. Moreso lately. Aside from regularly assigned - sometimes mandated - days off, she'd had very little downtime since this whole pandemic thing struck. Oh, there had been overtime, lots of it, but they also knew better than to completely burn everybody out. Christie was handling the stress pretty well, but I'd been able to tell by how quiet and withdrawn she'd gotten that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to assimilate. It was just a theory, but I thought that might be why she was letting herself go wild, indulging her mind and body in the activities we'd undergone recently. If this was how she was coping, I was all for it.

"I'll figure it out," she said finally, with a determination in her voice that said she was coming with me, regardless. My cock surged at the thought. Even if we didn't take Meghan up on the offer of sex, it might be nice to spend an evening in a public place - clothed - and get to know her and this "Eric" she mentioned. I'm always in the mood to make new friends, and since I end up traveling to this same place rather regularly for work, it would be nice to know somebody there who has no connection to work.

I started to slowly fuck again. Christie hadn't asked me to pull out yet, and all this talk and fantasy had me hard once more, so what the hell. Even if I didn't cum, an additional minute inside my wife's body is better than hours doing anything else.

Usually these trips for work were dull as fuck. The guys I meet with only want to talk about work and other shit I couldn't give a damn about. This time, however...

"I can hardly wait," I returned, picking up the pace of my fucking. Whether I came or not - I'd cum more today than I ever had in my life - I was suddenly in the mood to give Christie a proper fuck, and hopefully one more orgasm before we called it a night.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie could tell Matt was in the mood for more, which was confirmed when he again started moving his hips.

"I can hardly wait," he said to her affirmation that she would figure out how to accompany him. She noticed that his mind had started to wander, and she suspected where it had gone.

"Are you making some devilish plans for me?" she teased him before pulling him down atop her. "Or are you thinking of a particular blonde that happens to live in that city?" She knew the question was a loaded one, but waited a heartbeat before nipping his ear and whispering into it, "Or about that blonde and your wife doing some more together?"

Her own mind got sidetracked at Meghan's mention of her own husband, and Christie decided to explore Matt's willingness to indulge her exploration of her fantasies, at least at home between themselves.

"Or about that blonde and your wife doing more with not only each other, but also with her husband? Maybe her atop him, me between both their legs..." Christie wasn't sure if she was up to that-regardless of whether Matt was present or not-but the fantasy was fun.

 

[susurrus]

Remember how I said I didn't think I had another orgasm in me? Well, until Christie started posing "what ifs," I didn't think I did. When she started vocalizing her fantasies, it made me wonder if I might not have another lurking somewhere.

Even when she started talking about Meghan's Eric and brought up her playing with the two of them, it just made me hornier.

"How about Eric and me... and you?" I panted. It took a couple beats, but I realized after I'd said that, that it could potentially be interpreted a couple ways. Originally, I'd meant it to be an extension of the double penetration fantasy Christie had just described. It sank in after a little bit that I could also have been hinting about that other thing Meghan had mentioned about her husband...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was floored when Matt asked about himself and Eric getting together, but then he mentioned her being a part of it after a pause. She did recall Meghan having stated that Eric was bisexual, but had no idea that Matt might be curious. Of course, she hadn't been either until this afternoon.

Her fingers reached a little further to caress his shaft sliding in and out of her.

"I'd enjoy the sight of this in another man's hand...or mouth," she confessed. She'd already seen it in another woman's hand. And mouth. And vagina. And hadn't been nearly as perturbed until afterwards, when her mind got the best of her.

Then her mind started wandering again, although she kept the thoughts to herself. Wondering what Matt might look like with another man's erection in his mouth. If he'd swallow like he enjoyed her doing. What he might look like kissing another man. Then she thought of two men kissing, while she was on her knees between them, and able to suck either or both of them while they kissed. God would that be hot...

 

[susurrus]

Christie only smiled at my comment. She wasn't put off by it at all. In fact, what she said next floored me. She wanted to see me expand my sexual horizons, just like she had that afternoon. What did I think about that? I wasn't sure, but my cock stayed hard as could be. Granted, it was fucking in and out of my wife's tremendous body, but if anything, I felt an erotic surge go through me at the thought of putting on such a show for her. I wasn't afraid of being branded as gay. I still wanted as much pussy as I could get. Besides, I knew Christie wouldn't turn on me like that. I loved her for what she'd done that afternoon, and I had no doubt she'd feel the same for me.

My voice shook just the slightest bit when I responded, trying to be as cool as possible, and failing, "You want to see me suck a cock?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie could hear the trepidation in Matt's voice when he asked if she wanted to watch him suck another guy. She put her hands on each side of his head and turned his face into hers and kissed him tenderly.

"As hot as I'm sure as that would be to watch, that's not what I said. I said I'd enjoy seeing you let another guy pleasuring you." She pushed her husband's head back a little so she could smile up at him. "Although if you  wanted to, I'd certainly not think any less of you, and would definitely enjoy it."

She thought of some of the penises she'd seen throughout her career, especially some of the hard ones, and thought about how her husband might look with his lips wrapped around one. It was an intriguing thought.

"Or maybe we could share one..."

 

[susurrus]

As I suspected, Christie would support me regardless what I did. She clarified what she'd actually said, but in my mind, I reasoned that if the other guy serviced me, there'd be an expectation at some point of my reciprocation.

I wasn't actually scared of the notion, but it was a daunting thought. While I was an open-minded kind of guy, there was still that foolish taboo to overcome.

However, when Christie suggested we could share, that sounded like kind of a turn-on. The image popped into my.mind of my wife on her knees with a cock in her mouth, then pulling off and holding it out to me with a smile and a, "Wanna taste?"

"Say the words, Christie, please," I said after a little bit. "Tell me, 'I want to see you suck a cock, Matt.' "

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt seemed to have warmed to the idea rather quickly. Or at least, hearing her say that she wanted to watch him suck off another guy was intriguing to him. She placed her hands on each side of his head and turned his face to hers.

"Matt, I want to watch you suck another guy's cock. I want to see you take him as deep as you can, and work to make him cum."

Until recently, Matt hadn't even been really interested in even kissing her after she'd sucked him, nor going down on her after he'd filled her up. And she doubted that he'd been curious about other guys, but maybe watching her with Meghan had inspired him a bit too. The thought of him taking another guy's load in his mouth was incredibly arousing to her, and she was sure warching it in real life would be even more hot. Although she would be satisfied with what she figured was Matt just talking dirty, she was wondering if he really would.

 

[susurrus]

I literally moaned when I heard Christie say what I told her to say. Now, I felt like I at least needed to try it. Would it be easy? would I just drop to my knees and do it without some coaxing? I doubted it, but knowing my woman wanted me to do it, really was serious about it, would more than likely get me to at least try it once. If possible, my cock hardened just the slightest bit more .

"I want to watch you eat pussy. I loved seeing you with Meghan. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen before. I'll never get tired of it. If we get the chance, you can try two cocks at once." I wasn't sure how I'd react to Christie and another man, but if I was a part of it, I thought it might be easier for me to assimilate.

She'd let me fuck another woman. Didn't I owe it to her to get to try a different cock? Sure, she'd gotten a little weird after, but I hoped if we were going to try this, the freak-out wouldn't be a permanent thing. I also hoped I wouldn't get weirded out like she did. Once the genie was out of the bottle, we couldn't stuff it back in...

 

[fnchristie81]

Whoa...

Christie's eyes widened in surprise at that. Matt sounded earnest. She had figured he wanted to see her go down on Meghan, and she had already admitted as much to herself. But actually being naked in front of two guys, and taking both of them...the fantasy was sexy, but she wasn't sure about whether she'd be able to do it yet. Sure, she had been almost naked several times today in front of strangers-both men and women-but not completely naked, and not with any of them really expecting her to do anything with any of them.

As Matt continued to glide in and out of her rectum, she tried to think of how she could actually go through with what her husband wanted of her. Tomorrow was another day off, so she made up her mind to apply at the lingerie boutique. She also was going to see about changing to strictly 12 hour shifts at the hospital, or getting her old flight job back so that she'd be better able to manage the extra time. Then she had another thought that would still be a jump for her, bit not nearly as bad as going straight to what Matt seemed to want.

"We haven't entertained in a while," she suggested to her husband. "Would you want to show your wife off a bit in the meantime? Have some people you know over, I can pick up some skimpier clothes..."

Christie's heart pounded in her chest in nervousness at the suggestion. For all she knew, Matt could really just be playing to what he thought she wanted, or he could be completely turned off by her idea. But she couldn't deny that she  was more than just a little turned on by being shown off...

 

[susurrus]

Christie’s eyes widened and her mouth opened just a bit. Her surprise at what I’d said was obvious. I thought I was just playing along with the fantasy we were working up. Well, after this afternoon, some part of me hoped I could see Christie and Meghan together again. If there was another guy in attendance didn’t really matter. One thing I hadn’t gotten to see was my wife’s face between another woman’s legs, and after seeing her get eaten by Meghan, I really wanted to see Christie reciprocate. If Eric was there, I might end up sucking cock. I was torn on that note, but if my Christie wanted me to, I thought I could probably do that for her. I was equally torn on the double team, but as long as I was a part of it, I figured I’d manage to deal. Christie and another guy solo… we’d just have to wait and see.

Then, she came up with an idea. When she said what she wanted to do – yes, she couched it in terms of “did I want” – the erotic thrill that screamed through me told me all I needed to know.

“Oh, absolutely,” I breathed. “That sounds like a great idea. We can keep the group small. What do you think? Friday evening, Saturday afternoon or Saturday evening?”

All through this, my hips never stopped. Even though I’d been in doubt of my ability to cum again earlier, I now wasn’t so certain.

“Tomorrow, we can go back and talk with them at the boutique about jobs – because I want to be there when you’re working – and maybe pick up an outfit or two. We can also decide who we’d like to have over for this party.”

How serious either of us were about this swinging/bisexual deal, I wasn’t exactly sure. It could just be pillow talk, but it was damn hot pillow talk. Showing off my sexy wife, I could do. I’d already done it plenty, and Christie seemed to enjoy it on some level. I knew she was doing it “because I wanted her to,” but I got the impression she liked the attention, and really liked that I got so turned on by her going along with it.

I wasn’t sure how many times I’d cum over the course of the day, but another was creeping up on me. As I fucked, I thought about the grand reveal, maybe three or four couples of our friends in attendance, then Christie coming out to show them her new side...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt was definitely in earnest about Christie working mostly nude at the boutique. Not that she was complaining, especially after he reassured her that he wanted to work at the same time she did. But because of his interest in the place and her getting a job there, she shivered in anticipation of what his suggestions for her attire for their get together might entail.

Her mind had gone towards cocktail dresses, more daring bathing suits, and things of that nature. No doubt Matt was picturing her in something far more risqué.

"Are the outfits from the boutique for you, or for entertaining?" she finally asked him. She was petrified of his answer, determined not to show her unease, but also acutely aware that her body was hoping for an affirmative answer. She knew he wasn't going to have to worry about adding lube for quite a while.

She was also made embarrassingly aware that she didn't really have any idea of whom to add to any potential guest lists. The majority of the people with whom she worked mostly fell into the classification of "acquaintances", due to turnover and the hospital hierarchy. She also hadn't been overly outgoing since entering her career due to the psychosocial demands placed upon her: a situation that had worsened exponentially due to the pandemic. Her "friends" were primarily Matt's friends, and/or the spouse of that friend.

Of those people, she had to admit to herself that several were attractive, but she'd always kept herself focused entirely on her work and her husband. Even when separates from Matt's main circles, she'd barely acknowledged the more ribald comments of others about either group. There were comments about who allowed their partner to run around, who wouldn't mind if one of those partners made an offering, who looked good in a bathing suit, and the like. She had the suspicion that she'd been the subject of those conversations as well, but she didn't know in which context. If her suspicions about Matt were correct, she was certain that she would end up the center of them for months to come. She shivered again in nervousness and excitement

 

[susurrus]

"Outfits for you, or for entertaining?" Christie asked, a hint of tease accompanied by a true question.

"Is there anything wrong with both?" I responded with a shrug. My mind spun with possibilities. The outfits - I hesitated to call them "clothes" - at the boutique offered all sorts of exciting options, but I kept coming back to a bikini - probably white - not too skimpy, but nothing that covered too much, with some kind of scarf or the like tied at her hips. My imagination didn't go to shoes. I'm not necessarily a foot man, though I have to admit, the wrong footwear can really mess up a look, if you know what I mean.

The thought of showing my wife off was a turn-on. Most of the guys I know have asked me how I landed a woman like Christie. My response has basically been: I just asked her out, and the rest is history.

That's not to say their wives aren't attractive. I think they all look pretty good, but then, my interest in the female form is mighty broad.

I wondered if there was anybody Christie would suggest for this get-together. She's never seemed all that close to her co-workers, and she didn't originally come from around here, so most of the people she knows are people I've introduced her to.

"You want to invite Meghan, and see if she can get Eric to make the trip out? Nothing needs to happen like happened this afternoon. It would be a way to get to know them both in a less... intimate setting."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie felt a pang of exhilarating dread at Matt's suggestion that her outfit may fit into both categories. These would be people she knew, and would be interacting with in the future in other settings. She had no idea how the dynamics might be affected, and the thought caused a mixture of emotions.

Then Matt suggested Eric and Meghan for the guest list. She had no idea how to interact with a casual sex partner at an additional meeting; how could a person keep it non-sexual?

"I don't think so, not yet," she finally answered her husband. "We're pretty well planning on seeing them the week after anyways, and I don't want to spoil anything for then." She had no doubt that every time Meghan looked at her, she'd end up blushing and making herself think twice about the following week.

"Besides, you've got to finish here first," she teased him, digging her heels into Matt's posterior and wiggling her bottom that was filled with his erection. "You can fantasize about nailing our blonde vixen after that!"

 

[susurrus]

I was only a little disappointed at Christie's refusal regarding inviting Meghan and Eric to our get-together. It wasn't unexpected, to be honest. I wasn't entirely sure she'd fully processed the events of the day in her mind yet. It was okay, regardless. It just meant one more of our usual acquaintances got to be introduced to my new, improved wife.

Christie then reminded me - like I really needed the reminder - that I had something to finish right then and there before getting into planning for the party.

Well, as I've mentioned, the coversation had aroused me to the point of there being the possibility of one more orgasm in me, so I smiled down at my sexy, beautiful wife and started to fuck her ass in earnest.

I'd been in Christie's butt for quite a while now. It was a good bet she'd be feeling this - I hoped in a good way - well after I pulled out.

When I finally did cum, I think instead of semen, all my remaining energy shot out the tip of my cock, because there was no doubt but that I'd be sleeping not long afterward.

While I hated to pull out of my wife's body - once in her, I never want to leave - I drew myself back and out. I watched with fascination as her asshole gaped for a bit after having been filled with my cock for so long. It eventually began to close, and I left the room long enough to clean myself up, then returned with some disposable wipes, which I used on Christie before I flopped on the bed beside her.

I had no doubt she'd want to get up and do a more thorough clean-up, but at least I tried. Besides, I didn't really know what kind of ablutions accompanied anal sex. At the moment though, I just wanted to hold her.

"It's been an incredible day, baby," I said wearily. "I can't thank you enough. It makes me wonder..." I couldn't stifle a yawn, "what tomorrow might look like."

I was fighting sleep. I knew if Christie got up to take care of herself that I'd be out when she returned. If I ciuld at all help it, I didn't want to lose consciousness till she was out of the room.