Nieve

Nieve and I were both exhausted by the time I got home, and the next few nights were no better. By Friday, however, work had let up a bit. I was home at a reasonable hour, much to the happiness of my wife. Over a glass of wine I made my move.

"Want to go out tomorrow night, love?"

"Yes!" Her enthusiasm was immediate. "What did you have in mind?"

I looked at my beautiful wife. Dark hair, bright eyes, and an amazing body. Even after fourteen years of marriage and three children I wanted her. Why had I let Lacey take her out, rather than doing it myself? That question answered itself: because I wanted her, but I also wanted more. I wanted to see her lose herself for me. I wanted to see this beautiful woman completely abandoned to lust.

She'd always been a good girl, a shy little slip that blushed easily and often. I'd been her first kiss, taken her virginity. I'd seen her eyes closed in ecstasy how many times? What more did I want?

I wanted to see her be bad. A crystal clear memory hit me: the sight of her sucking my cock, then her first taste of cum. More of that.

And how far would I go? At least as far as letting Lacey corrupt my innocent wife a bit, apparently.

"Honey? You still here?" She giggled. "You spaced out a little there."

"Yeah, sorry. I was thinking about you in your new dress. Let's go out someplace nice, you can wear it. And then I can take it off when we get home."

"Ooh! Yes, please!" Followed by some very nice kisses.

---

The next night as we were getting ready, I snuck up behind her as she was doing her hair. Well, 'snuck up' was a bit strong, since she could see me approach in the dresser mirror. Nonetheless she played along, pretending to be surprised when I kissed her bare shoulder. She leaned into me with a soft sigh.

"We're not going to make it to the restaurant at this rate."

"Mmm." I ran my hands over her body. "You look so good in this dress."

"Thank you," she whispered as I continued to caress her curves. "I still feel a little self-conscious in it. I mean--oh god--you can see everything."

"Not everything," I said, my hand now on her thigh. "Some things are just for me. Aren't they?" Hitching up her hem.

"Yesss...." Letting her legs be spread a little. As I stroked her thigh higher, nearer to her heat, I remembered what Lacey had told me (and what Nieve had omitted to share). Thirty seconds was a long time to let someone you'd just met touch you intimately. Was she remembering it too right now, as I played with her? My hand reached the leghole of her panties, and I slipped my finger underneath.

"Hey, love? I have a request for tonight."

"A-anything." My wandering hand had found her cleft and was running up and down it, feeling the warmth and slight moisture. "Oh GOD!"

I had reached up and pulled her panties down to her knees. She'd shaved her legs in preparation for tonight, and they felt like silk. "Anything."

"Anything...." She twitched as I slipped them down to her ankles. "Love?"

"This is what I want," I said, and she raised one foot, then the other, letting me take them all the way off. There was a long moment where I simply listened to her ragged breath. Did she even understand what I was asking?

"You want me to go out... like this."

"That's right."

"It feels like that might be--might be a little wicked?"

I caressed her bare ass. "Not wicked. Just naughty. Wicked will have to wait until we get home." I kissed her thigh.

"Oh god. Love, please... I don't know."

"I do. This is what I want, love." I could feel her body release some of its tension as she gave in.

"Okay. Just this once! Perv."

"Good girl," I said.

---

The car ride to the restaurant was quiet. Nieve shifted frequently, rubbing her bare legs together (I had vetoed hose) as if testing a new sensation. Every so often her hand would stray to her lips. It was all quite distracting, and I was glad when we finally arrived. I helped her out of the car.

"Oh my god. I can't believe you made me do this. No one can tell, right?"

"Not without a very close inspection."

"Thanks. You look nice."

I kissed her as we walked up to the restaurant. "Not as nice as you." And then stole another kiss while I held the door open for her. The hostess was not quite able to suppress her smile as she led us to our table.

I did not set out with the intention of getting Nieve drunk. But we started with bubbles. And then got a bottle of red to go with our entrees. And the waiter was assiduous about keeping her glass full.

We chatted about everything we hadn't had a chance to tell each other during the week. With work as demanding as it had been, this was a lot. She told me about her sister's new sewing project, the neighborhood wives' group, and Kay's upcoming acting debut in a school play. I told her a stripped down version of the case I was working on. We smiled and laughed. She flirted with me, and I flirted back like married couples do when they have the chance. Dessert came.

"This," she said around a mouthful of genuinely decadent chocolate mousse, "Is DELICIOUS. Thank you sooo much, honey!" She was a little flushed and looked stunning.

"Isn't it? How are you feeling? Not too chilly, I hope?"

She giggled, turning even redder. "Easy breezy!"

"Glad to hear it." I reached across the table. "There's something I want."

"Anything." As she said it I saw her eyelids flicker, like the word itself had some power over her.

Alea iacta est. "I want a picture."

"Of us? That sounds nice. Something to remember this date by."

"No. Well, yes, actually. Let's do that first." I stood up and moved over to crouch beside her. She took out her phone and, laughing, took several shots. I returned to my seat.

"Okay, but it sounded like you had something else in mind too?" Her eyes were sultry, the lids half-shuttered.

"I want a picture of you. Like the ones you've been sending me when you go out without me."

"Oh." She whispered, "Is that why you had me... um, go out like this?"

"Partly. Also, you're unbelievably beautiful when you blush." What would my cute wife do now that I'd made my request? I was braced for embarrassment, even anger.

"Hmm, I don't know," she said, putting one finger to her lips as if thinking. She was teasing me! "What's in it for me?"

A number of ripostes occurred to me, but instead I said, "What do you want?"

"Oh? Is it my turn for 'anything'?" She giggled, put her napkin next to her plate, and got up. "Maybe I will just save that for later." She came over to my side of the table and kissed me. "Look forward to it," she said in almost a whisper, and walked off. I sat back in my chair and took a sip of coffee. That was not at all how I'd expected her to respond.

I tried to drink my coffee slowly. Five minutes. The waiter came by to refill my cup, see if we were ready to leave. I paid the bill. I drank more coffee. I waited. Ten minutes. Surely this was longer than she needed to take a simple picture?

Just as I was thinking that, I saw her emerge and hurry back to the table. She was bright red. "Okay, let's go."

"You didn't send it?"

"Umm... can it wait until we get home?"

"Of course." She put her arm in mine and we walked out into the warm summer night.

---

"You going to send me that picture now?" I asked, opening our front door for her.

"Okay," she said. "But... it's not really a picture, okay?" I raised an eyebrow. "It's... it's a video. Of me." Her tone made it clear what she meant. I was instantly hard.

"Really."

"Yeah. It's your fault, you know. Making me go out all bare-bottomed like that." She stumbled a little on 'bare-bottomed'. "I didn't think that I would get so worked up. And then you wanted to see me... for me to send you.... Anyway! It's your fault, okay? Jeez!" She smacked me in the shoulder, then put her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me.

"My fault. Got it. Now I think I need to take you upstairs and take that dress off."

"Yeah. You do."

---

Afterwards, lazily kissing and letting our hands brush each other. I could feel sleepiness pile up on me.

"Mmm," murmured Nieve, satiated. "I love that feeling. Of you just... exploding inside me. It's like we're trying for number four."

"Yes," I said, a little more awake. "Do you ever think about it?"

"Yeah," she said shyly.

"Me, too."

"Yeah?" She was also rousing herself with this discussion. "Maybe...."

"Mmm." A long pause where neither of us spoke, lying in contented silence.

"Do you want that video now?"

"Mm-hmm. Please and thank you."

"You'd never--never share it, right?"

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her. "I would never show another guy anything like that. Ever."

"Okay. Um, don't watch it until I'm asleep, okay?" She bit her lower lip. "It's... it's fine, but it's so EMBARRASSING."

"But hot?"

"Y-yeah."

"Deal." I was fully awake now. She rolled over and got her phone off the dresser, tapped at it. My phone buzzed. "Is this okay? If I go downstairs to watch?"

"Yeah." Her eyes were closed. Was she asleep? Pretending?

Downstairs I made sure that the kids were all asleep, then moved to my study and sat down in an armchair to see what my wife had sent me. The video started with her face scrunched in concentration as she got it focused.

"There," said my wife to the phone. She licked her lips. "So, I know that you asked for a picture, but... I thought... you might want a little something more?" Her hand brushed her neck, strayed down between her big breasts. As I watched, she slowly traced back and forth along her chest, then began to circle a nipple through her clothes.

"Mmm, yeah," she whispered. Her hand moved lower, and with the other she adjusted the picture to show more of her body. "When we were in college... and I was all alone in my dorm room... I used to think about you. And I used to... to touch myself like this." Her hand hitched up the hem of her dress, now all the way to her waist, and I could see her bare legs and the shadowy cleft between them. One finger moved up and down it, parting her lower lips, and then entered. She gasped. Another finger.

"And you're so HOT tonight. God, I love you! You make me want--" she was panting now, those two fingers moving faster. Her eyes closed, and her other hand began to touch her clitoris as she fingered herself. "--Make me want to be so BAD. And when you made me walk around with no p-panties. Oh god. Oh god." She couldn't keep her voice to a whisper anymore, and I wondered if anyone had heard her in her passion. "OH GOD YESYESYES!" On screen an obvious orgasm rippled through her body, and she pushed her fingers into herself as far as they would go and ground against her little hand.

As the tremors subsided, she opened her eyes. Her expression was blank, as if hypnotized. After a moment she shook her head to clear it. She giggled, reaching for the phone. "Hope you like this!"

I was hard enough that I wanted to go upstairs and ravish her right then and there. But I suspected I would find her fast asleep. I had, after all, worked her over exceeding well earlier. Instead, I took a long breath. On one hand, I had promised not to share it with another guy. On the other, I had also promised Lacey, and, while I was within the letter of my promise, I knew Nieve would be mortified if she found out that I'd shown her video to our friend. On the gripping hand--the idea of sharing this with Lacey was, if I were honest with myself, extremely hot. My erection cast the deciding vote. After sending the video to Lacey, I went and poured myself a whiskey and sat down to wait.

---

I was about to head upstairs to bed when my phone buzzed. It was Lacey--calling this time. I answered, and her pixie face appeared.

"You up?"

A number of responses occurred to me, but I said merely, "Yeah.

"So," she said. "So that was more than I'd bargained for."

"Keep it down," I said. "Everyone else is asleep. You watched it."

"Couple of times," she said in a low voice. "God, that look on her face. I bet you guys went home and fucked like bunnies."

"Yeah. You didn't go out tonight?"

"Nah. You took my best girl, didn't you? Fuck."

"What's the matter?"

"It's just--this house is really big right now. Without HIM. And I don't want him back or anything stupid like that, but...."

"But the house is really big."

"Yeah." She cleared her throat. "So you watched it too?"

"Obviously."

"What did you think?"

"I thought," I said, "That it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

"Yeah it was." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Are you--are you hard right now?"

The question made my adrenaline spike. Lacey had always bantered with the best of them, but her tone now was different. Needy. "Yeah. I am."

"Mmm. Seeing Nieve like that really turned me on, too. And I didn't have anybody to burn it off with. You know?"

"Is this the part where I ask what you're wearing?"

The image tilted down to show her perky tits filling out a small, faded tee, above a flat tummy, shown off by a pair of very low-slung pajamas pants. Her nipples stood out clearly. "I guess it is." And back to her face, her lips parted and her eyes wide, pupils dilated.

"You look cute."

"Mm-hmm. Your turn." I tilted the phone. "Holy fuck you look good. You weren't this buff in college."

"In college I was mostly running. And you're one to talk, tennis fanatic. I don't remember your ass being that round back then."

"I wondered if you'd noticed. You always sleep shirtless?"

"It's more comfortable that way."

"I bet. And I see you weren't lying. About being hard." She reached out and put her phone down on something, giving me an view of her lying in bed. Against the wide expanse of white covers she looked so small.

"And I could tell you weren't lying, either."

"'Cause my high-beams are on? Yeah. I mean, that video... got me thinking. About...." She shifted, one hand sliding under her shirt. Was this going to happen? Apparently so. I watched her tweak and pinch one nipple, then the other. "Tell me about you and Nieve fucking."

"When we got home, we barely made it upstairs. She wasn't wearing any panties, and after filming that video she was so wet and ready that I almost took her against the door."

"Holy fuck," said Lacey, my college friend and (I reminded myself) Nieve's best friend, and peeled off her tight tee shirt to reveal a pair of perfect B-cups. Her hands went back to aggressively pinching and twisting her nipples. "Go on. Please go on."

"We made it upstairs, and basically tore each other's clothes off. I just grabbed her and picked her up and let her slide down onto my cock." Which was currently tenting the thin fabric of my pajama pants.

Lacey pinched her nipples so hard that I thought she would tear them off. "FUCK. I bet the little bitch loved that, didn't she?"

"She did. She put her arms around my neck and locked her legs around my waist and leaned back and did her best to ride me like that. Up and down with those big breasts bouncing right in front of me. She must have been on a hair-trigger, because it wasn't even a minute before she came."

"Fucking little slut creaming all over your big cock," said Lacey, who was revealing some things about herself tonight. She licked her lips. "Can I see it?"

Wordlessly I braced my phone against my whiskey glass and took it out.

"Goddamn that's a pretty cock," said Lacey. "Keep going?"

"I will if you will."

She began to finger herself under her pajamas pants, her hips straining upward to meet the stimulation. "FUCK. FUCK. YES. Tell me more about fucking her."

I stroked my cock slowly because if I had gone fast I would have finished right then. "I dropped her on her back on the bed and started really fucking her then. Long, slow strokes. Her pussy clamped down every time I pushed in deep, like she wouldn't let it go."

On the screen Lacey impatiently shoved her pants down her thighs and jammed three fingers into her pussy. "That fucking goodie-two-shoes whore taking that big cock! UNH!" I turned the volume on my phone down before continuing.

"She was writhing and making her little noises. She loves it when I take control. I had one of her legs up under an arm and I was holding her hair with the other hand and just using her. I was so hard I thought I was going to break her in half."

"OH FUCK," moaned Lacey, whose enthusiasm had not waned. "I bet your cock still has that little slut's juice on it. Is it still sticky from her?"

"It would be, but after she came another couple times, I finished so deep inside her that it must have gone straight into her womb... and then I made her taste herself on me."

"FUCK!" Lacey came to an obvious, shuddering orgasm when I said that, and the sight of her overwhelmed with bliss pushed me over the edge, too. I shot onto my chest as I watched my wife's best friend make herself come.

Afterwards we sat in silence for a bit, both breathing hard. Lacey spoke first.

"This," she said, "Was fucking incredible. You're not going to be weird about it, right?"

"I won't if you won't."

She laughed. "Never. Just a couple of friends having a friendly chat. God, you should get cleaned up. That's a lot of spunk. Especially for round two."

"Shame no one's here to take care of that for me."

"Fuck!" Her impish grin reappeared along with a charming rise in color. "Don't tease, okay? We both know that's not going to happen."

"Yeah. G'night."

"Goodnight," she whispered, and ended the call. I went into the kitchen to get a paper towel. It took more than one.

---

To be honest I was a little weird about it. I would find myself spacing out comparing Lacey's tight, fit body to my wife's buxom one. Not that Nieve was fat--far from it, she had that perfect hourglass figure--but Lacey's body was lithe and fit in a way I had not previously recognized. Of course, seeing someone stripped almost naked in the throes of orgasm can give you a new appreciation of them.

By a sort of unspoken accord Lacey and I didn't talk for a while. She continued to text Nieve just as often, and whatever she was sending made my wife giggle and blush even more than before. I noticed Nieve trying to subtly hide her phone screen from me. Her unfamiliarity with deceit only made her cuter when she did this, and of course this was my adorable wife, who left the room during sex scenes in movies, so I doubted it was anything really risque.

Whether it was Lacey's texts, Nieve's new experiences with carnal pleasure, or my own horniness, the level of sexual energy in our house that week was off the charts. Nieve and I played grab-ass constantly. With work much less stressful we had more time for each other. She got better at giving head, even though she held off from letting me finish in her mouth again, almost as if she were scared to let it happen. But it's no hardship to fill the tight pussy of your beautiful wife while she eagerly moans and screams. Both of us were in good moods that week.

Saturday evening I got a text from Lacey: "Call me tonite?" It was followed by, "After everyone is asleep".

"OK" I was little distracted thereafter. When the house was quiet and Nieve's breathing slow and regular, I went downstairs, poured myself a whiskey and got a washcloth, then called. Not for the first time I wished that my study had a door rather than opening directly onto the hallway.

Lacey answered immediately. She looked excited and scared. "Everyone asleep?"

"Yeah. Kay's over at friend's again, and--"

She cut me off. "I don't need to hear all the details about your perfect little family, okay? I just--I'm just calling you."

"House feeling big again?"

A sigh. "Yeah. And my brain won't shut off." She scowled at me, suddenly fierce. "This isn't a THING, okay? We're not making a habit of this."