Our Evolving Marriage - Ch 7

Note: Read all the way to the end for a 'surprise' regarding the continuation of this series.

7 - Mutual Outings

Three Weeks Later

I watched my wife getting dressed to go see another man. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, brushing back her hair, a shiny, brilliant red. She wore a simple green sundress and sneakers. Nothing overly seductive, but it clung nicely to her subtle curves.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Lacy looked back at me from the mirror, smiling.

I shrugged as I finished tying my shoe lace, stood up and straightened my suit jacket. “Just wondering what you’re going to get up to tonight.”

Lacy rolled her eyes. “Lucas won’t tell me.”

I came up behind her, putting my hands on her hips and chin on her shoulder. “And that’s okay with you? Letting this guy surprise you?” The look in her eyes was mischievous.

“I like adventure. It spices things up.” She turned in my arms and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you wanting him to send pictures during or just wait till I get home and we can swap stories?”

My hands wandered along her hips and gently cupped her ass, trying to figure out what sort of underwear she was wearing. “Hm… well, last time I waited… it was over a week before you told me.”

“Ugh!” Lacy groaned dramatically. “Come off it Matt. I came home and was ready to tell you everything and show you everything. You were the one that decided you wanted a tease.” She slapped my chest gently. “So I gave you what you wanted.”

“Blue balls for a week?” I chuckled, giving her rump a little smack.

She got on her toes and pressed her nose against mine. “Yeah. And then I gave you the best blow job you ever had. So, I’d say it was worth it.”

My lips met hers softly. “True. And that video was well worth the wait.”

Lacy giggled and blushed. “I still can’t believe some of the things I’ve done.”

“Me either. But… this is our life now. Unless you wanna stop.” I moved my hands up to the small of her back and kept her close.

“No. Not yet. Though when the girls are older, it might be a bit more difficult to hide these things so. We might want to take a break.” She lay her head on my chest with a sigh.

“Probably a good idea. But… for now I think we can have some fun.” I loved how she smelled. Her hair was like scented strawberries. Lush and ripe. “Are you sure you don’t want to come to the club with me? This seems a little… I don’t know, kinda strange going to separate events. You one on one and me at the club. Honestly I’d rather have you on my arm than go stag.”

Lacy sighed. “We talked about this. You deserve some fun. A chance to get notice and not have a wife on your arm distracting and taking the attention from the manly man that you are.” She held my jacket lapels tight and smiled sweetly.

“No one has ever called me a manly man.” I laughed.

“You’re my manly man. Go. Have uninhibited fun. And I will too. Come back and make me jealous and I’ll reclaim my husband with vigor.” She rubbed her nose against mine like an eskimo.

“Well… considering what you told me about Lucas… I hope you won’t be too tired.”

Lacy pushed herself closer against me. “Oh… I suspect he’s going to wear me out.” She leaned in, whispering in my ear. “And I’m going to let him cum inside me Matt. Deep in my little married mom pussy. Are you going to want to see it? Like last time? Hm?”

I growled, gripping her sides tighter, wanting to just take her now. Here. Make her mine. Keep her mine. But a deep part of me wanted her to go. I wanted to hear about what Lucas had in store for her… and hopefully what she’d get to tell me when we both got home. Having things to share. It was perverse and twisted but we were quickly learning that this was the sort of dynamic we liked.

After the foursome Lacy had gifted me, when Luci and Susan had left on Sunday morning, we sat down and finally, finally talked. We sat for hours, sipping coffee, naked, coming clean. Talking candidly. Honestly. We stripped ourselves bare. Emotions. Thoughts. Fears. Frustrations. We laid it all out on the table and felt a weight lift.

That morning will live with me for the rest of my life. The morning light came through the windows, lighting my wife' s beautiful pale skin as she sat holding her coffee up to her lips. Breasts bare and gently swaying. Her legs crossed, hiding her intimates but still drawing my eyes. 

She caught me looking when we finally found ourselves a moment of quiet. The shyest smile crossed her lips. Like the first time we lay together. Our wedding night. That look still haunted me in my most cherished dreams. Setting her coffee down, she stood up and came close. Her fingers found their way into my hair, tangling themselves and holding tight.

We had talked ourselves out. Words exhausted. I reached up and let my fingers gently glide over her vagina. It was right before me, centered in my vision. A smooth puffy slit. Tightly closed. Beautiful in every way.

Lacy sighed as I touched her. My finger trailed down her center, feeling the heat. “Honey…” She whispered. It was the only word either of us said that whole time.

My mouth found her. Tongue slowly licking over her sex, her hands tightening in my hair. She groaned. I held her hips tight, pulling her closer. She gave in, letting me have her. Taste her. There was so much, warm and sweet on my lips and tongue as it slipped inside her. The sounds of her heaving breaths were as intoxicating as her taste.

Hands moving to her ass, I gripped her cheeks, digging my nails in making her groan even more and the heat poured off her pussy. She held my hair tight as I devoured her. My wife. This pussy. It was mine. She’d promised it to me. But she’d shared it now with three other men. And for whatever reason, that made it taste even sweeter. Knowing she loaned it out but it was always going to come back to me. She would always come back.

On impulse, I quickly turned her and bent her against the table. Jostling our coffee and making Lacy gasp as I raked my nails along her back and then gripped hold of her ass cheeks and pulled them open. Her pink asshole winked at me and the smooth puffing slit. I dove in. My tongue finding her asshole first. Rimming her slow and deeply she gripped hold of the table and let out huffing breaths.

I licked from asshole to clit. Slurping and eating. Tasting every inch of my wife before I just couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, my cock throbbing and ready, grabbed her shoulder and guided myself slowly into her. Lacy’s slick folds swallowed me, inviting me in and squeezing tightly as I slid back and forth. I pulled her back against me, wrapping my arms around her. She turned her face and we kissed as she backed herself against me. Soft slaps of skin. The feeling of her warmth encompassed me. My balls smacking her ass.

We fucked like that for a handful of minutes. Neither of us could hold back, we were so hungry for each other. Lacy was soon cumming, hand reaching out and gripping at the table for stability as her legs shook. My own orgasm came right behind hers and I shot my cum into her depths. Thrusting hard and firm wanting every drop inside, deep deep in my wife.

Collapsing into my chair. Lacy straddled my lap and we kissed. Tongues twisting and tangling. Hands roaming all over. Somehow… by some miracle, I got hard again and she quickly mounted me, facing me and holding my shoulders, bouncing vigorously as I watched. The sight was beautiful. Her hair a mess, sweaty. Face flushed. Part of me wondered if Terry, or Lucas, had seen this sight. Had my wife ridden them like she was riding me?

It made me shoot the very last of my cum. After the whole weekend of having sex and cumming more times than I could count, I’d finally reached empty. And that was no joke. I was sore the next few days and honestly couldn’t even get hard without it being uncomfortable. Maybe that’s happened to other men, maybe I’m just a strange one off anomaly. But it was worth it. I clung to my wife and she grasped me like I was a life raft.

After that… the flood gates had opened.

Now here we were. She’d given Terry and Susan their anniversary gift and come back home. Just like she promised she always would. And tonight we were going in different directions. Me to the swing club where our new life started, and my wife to a gentleman from church who apparently was going to surprise my wife tonight. Not exactly sure what that meant, but I trusted her and Lucas was a good guy.

I hugged Lacy tight. “Sure you don’t wanna just… get into some pjs and stay in? Watch a movie. Cuddle? Spoon?” I asked lightly.

Lacy chuckled. “Honestly that sounds nice. Maybe tomorrow night? The girls have a youth group event, we could find something on Netflix.” Gripping my shirt, Lacy gave me one last kiss and twirled playfully out of my grip. “We can talk about it tonight. I’ll be home late. I expect you to be too.” With a wink over her shoulder, Lacy grabbed her purse and was down the hall in a flash.

I stood for a minute, considering the implications of everything. Of how we had gotten here and where it was potentially leading. We’d been able to strike a sort of equilibrium. Neither of us was naive enough to think that all the wrinkles had been worked out. There would be other conversations. Probably even some fights. But we wanted to weather it. To explore. It was like climbing a mountain. We knew the risks. We could see the possible reward. Now all we needed to do was gear up and begin the trek.

Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I gave myself a nod and left on my new adventure.

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What's Next?

I’m going to be a little unconventional with this and ‘end’ it here. However, this is not the endo f Lacy and Matt’s journey. After all, this story is called ‘Our Evolving Marriage’, and that means this adventure won’t end until they are old and gray and holding hands in bed as they pass away together having had a lifetime of love.

So, that being said… How could I possibly leave my dear readers on this unfulfilling cliffhanger?

Easy.

I want you to help me decide what happens next. Or rather, help me decide what to write about. This is going to become, in a way, a choose your own adventure sort of story going forward. This story was never meant to be a very long running series. I was inspired by another work from another author and this was actually the very first erotic thing I wrote (not like, ever ever but the first one I wrote seriously and decided to share).

Now we stand at a crossroads for this lovely couple. There’s different narratives we can follow and there will be unique experiences they get to have and try out. So this will be the first of the ongoing choices you my readers will get to make, leading me forward and giving me inspiration.

A couple points to remind people about this series.

1. This is NOT a cuckold story. This is a hotwifing/swinging story. Each partner gets to have experiences and adventures. Sometimes together. Sometimes separate. But they always come back together. They always love each other. And though there will be conflict sometimes and stress, they work things out like a good healthy married couple do.

2. This is NOT a cheating story. Yes there’s going to be some missteps when it comes to communication. But this couple always communicate and work things out in the end.

3. This story/series ultimately is “Happy”. This is not one of those that spirals into divorce and cheating and affairs and all of that. I wanted this to be a more ‘healthy’ look at how a sharing/open marriage can be and how a couple that loves each other works things out for their betterment.

Now we come to the point where I ask you my readers to vote and tell me what window into these peoples lives do you want to see me write next? After each new ‘chapter’ I will present some options and whichever one wins, I will write the next installment. I'm not going to commit to a timeline at this moment just due to many factors, but you can expect a new 'chapter' every couple of months or so (don't try to hold me to some exact number please).

So get to voting and lets see where this adventure leads!

Option 1: Lacy goes to Lucas’s place where the young man begins to introduce Lacy into the life of BDSM (light play, nothing major).

Option 2: Matt goes back to the Swing club they began their journey on and has a chance to have his own solo adventure.

Option 3: We jump to the next evening where Lacy and Matt cuddle on the couch together for a night in and recount their adventures to each other while pleasing each other with their hands and fingers and mouths.

Option 4: Matt rushes after Lacy, stops her from going to Lucas’s and keeps her home with him for their own marital fun.

Option 5: Both Matt and Lacy come home after their adventures and have torrid reclamation sex, whispering about dirty things they did while ravaging each other.