It was my birthday. I was lying on the bed, naked, my erect cock in hand, slowly stroking as I watched some porn. My wife had told me to come upstairs, "get comfortable" and be waiting. I knew what that meant. It meant she was in the mood for some play time and I should go start getting warmed up. She'd be up in a few minutes. Since it was my birthday, I was half expecting something special from her, but I never knew what that might be.
The porn I was watching was some cuckqueen scenes... wives watching their husbands fuck porn stars. It was something my wife wouldn't have enjoyed a few years before but we had been in the swinging lifestyle for a while and she had seen me with another man's wife. She discovered how much she liked watching me and since then she'd really enjoyed the cuckqueen porn I'd brought home.
As I was watching a wife on the screen watching her husband eating a porn star's pussy, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. What I was completely unprepared for was Emily walking in the room. You see, my wife's name is Dana. She's a curvy 50 year old brunette mom of four who is 5'-06" tall with DD breasts and a carefully trimmed pubic thatch. Emily, on the other hand, was a very petite but curvy 24 year old redhead. Standing right at five feet tall and weighing about 105 pounds, Emily's cute perky B-cup tits were very different from what I was used to and her shaved pussy was quite a surprise. The bigger surprise was that she was walking into our master bedroom wearing a black lace baby-doll outfit that covered her but was nearly 100% see through.
Perhaps I should back up and explain how we got here...
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Dana and I frequent a local bar that's not very big and has a small but dedicated group of customers. We're friends with several of them and often meet them one or two nights each week just to hang out, talk, plan weekend adventures, etc. This group of friends is a mix of friends from the lifestyle and vanilla friends who know nothing about the recreational sexual adventures Dana and I enjoy.
One Friday night, a few months before my birthday, a new bartender started working there. This petite adorable redhead with such sensual and delicious looking curves (she obviously worked out as demonstrated by her toned arms, muscular thighs and high firm ass) was friendly and made me think very inappropriate thoughts; unless my wife approved of them, and then they were entirely appropriate! We learned that the new bartender's name was Emily and she had recently finished her Master's degree at a nearby college. During the day she worked for a government contractor but a couple nights each week she worked as a bartender to have the extra cash she got from tips.
On more than one occasion Dana caught me watching Emily when she walked by or bent over to pick something up. If our vanilla friends were around, Dana wouldn't say anything but the look in her eyes let me know she'd caught me looking and hoped I enjoyed the view along with the naughty thoughts the views surely spawned. If it was just us or our lifestyle friends were the only ones around, Dana would make comments like, "You fucking dirty lech... stop thinking about how you'd use that little redhead." We'd all get a chuckle since I'd been caught. A couple weeks before my birthday we were at the bar and Dana caught me staring at Emily. We were alone at our table so when she looked at me I said, "What? You know I think she's hot and even you admit she's cute and sexy." I paused and then added, "If you wanted to know what to get me for my birthday, there's the perfect gift."
Dana balked at that. She laughed and said, "Sure. I'll just ask her if she'd like to be my birthday present to you so you can use her sexually. Right."
I knew the chances of it ever happening were so minimal as to not be worth estimating but I also didn't see any loss in taking the chance. "Well, if you don't ask her, she can't say yes or no." Dana just scoffed at the idea and we went on with the rest of our evening. Our friends, both vanilla and not, showed up and the conversation obviously moved to other topics. I still stole glances at Emily anytime I could without being overly obvious to those at the table and at the end of the evening as we said our goodbyes, Emily hugged Dana and I both and let us know she looked forward to seeing us next time.
When we were about half way home, a ride that had been quiet the whole time, Dana suddenly blurted out, "You need to stop thinking about it. I can't get you Emily as a birthday gift. Maybe I can find another one of our lifestyle friends to help us out... but not Emily." I laughed. She always had been able to read my mind. The rest of the ride passed in silence and when we got home we headed straight to bed. The next day was a work day and we had to be up early so we sacked out with some snuggling but no sexual activity that evening. What I didn't know at the time, but found out after my birthday, was that Dana was already trying to figure out how to approach Emily about being a sexual gift for me.
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It was a couple weeks later, but still several weeks before my birthday, when Dana stopped in at the bar while I was out of town for a couple days for work. Dana told me it was a slow night and the bar was almost empty; that Emily was delighted to see her because it meant the night wouldn't be a total bust for tips. Apparently Emily asked where I was and when Dana told her I was out of town for work, Emily expressed her appreciation for Dana having come in; that her company would be welcome since the bar was almost empty.
With only the occasional other customer coming in, having a drink and then leaving, Emily spent quite a bit of time sitting with Dana, talking about anything and everything. Dana learned what some of Emily's hobbies were, the fact that her long-time boyfriend had just ditched her for some college freshman girl; and that all of Emily's family lived at the other end of the state. As it turned out, Emily didn't have a lot of friends in the area unless you counted her workmates and she didn't really consider many of them friends. Dana told me she saw her chance when Emily commented that one of her biggest challenges was her on-going frustration since her boyfriend had bailed. "I know it's a slutty thing to say," said Emily (from what Dana later told me), "but if I don't get well fucked pretty soon, I might as well buy stock in Duracell." From what Dana told me, the rest of the conversation went something like this.
"So why don't you find yourself a maintenance man?" Dana asked Emily. "You're cute with a hot body and every guy I've ever met fantasizes about redheads."
"I don't know," replied Emily. "Sure, I hooked up with a guy or two in college for some casual fun, but I don't feel like that's what I'm after now. I feel like I should be focusing on something longer term." Emily paused for a moment as if to consider what she was going to say before continuing. "I thought your generation was all about fidelity and monogamy. Why are you suggesting that I find a guy for a casual lay?"
Dana told me that it was that moment when she decided to tell Emily about our involvement in the lifestyle. "Fidelity? Monogamy?" laughed Dana. "You might find this hard to understand, but Frank could be 100% loyal to me and fuck other woman at the same time. It's all about trust, honesty, openness and inclusion."
"Could," said Emily, commenting on Dana's choice of words.
"Okay," conceded Dana, "not 'could,' but does... is."
"What?!" Emily asked in shock. "Are you saying that you let Frank have sex with other women?"
"Oh, sweety," Dana said with a chuckle, "I've watched Frank enjoy several women... usually while their husbands were enjoying me."
Emily's shock was evident again as she repeated herself. "What?!"
"Calm yourself," said Dana with the smile remaining on her face. "We've been married for longer than you've been alive and for the past ten years, or maybe a little more, we've been 'in the lifestyle,' as they say."
