How natural.

  I almost laughed with delight.

  CHAPTER 22

  I saw Joel two more times over the following week.

  Gwen chastised me for not following up on… the event… of last Sunday. But I just didn’t feel ready.

  Tommy was quiet and subdued, though attentive to me in all ways. Whatever was going on through his mind was personal to him.

  I felt left out and thus didn’t want to tip the boat so much more that it capsized.

  It was Thursday when we finally began to talk – really talk – about what had happened. It was our fourth straight day of sex, or about to be, and both of us were already breathing heavily.

  Combined with my bouts with Joel, I was feeling very sensual.

  Tommy asked me, “How long have you known she’s a hotwife? Gwen?”

  I was stroking him and stopped. “I don’t know; a while, I guess.”

  “You didn’t tell me?”

  “No, but… I tried…”

  “Tried?”

  I resumed stroking. “I just didn’t know how you’d take it and Gwen’s been a really nice friend.”

  He nodded quietly.

  “And this is something you admire in her?”

  I kept up my hand motions. “I don’t know if I admire it all so much as wonder about it. I wasn’t raised—”

  “Yeah, me either.”

  “It seems so out there—”

  He interrupted me again. “But it isn’t really, is it? Other than how we were raised and taught.”

  “Right.”

  He twisted over and moved his fingers to my pussy. He played for a few seconds, then said, “Do you envy her?”

  “Maybe a little, but in other ways, no.”

  “How so?”

  “She works in a morgue putting makeup on dead people. Her sense of smell is ruined—”

  “Is that why she sniffs all the time?”

  I felt defensive for her. “Yes. It’s not her fault.”

  “No, I didn’t think it was. That’s too bad.”

  “I think she uses her… lifestyle as a way to relieve stress.”

  “She doesn’t seem very stressed.”

  I stroked him happily as we talked. “But she really hates her job.”

  “Why doesn’t she get a different—”

  “There are a thousand unemployed beauticians in this city.”

  He grunted in acknowledgement. “Mmm, I see. So… what do you think you found out?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You asked us to… do it… so you could see if the hotwife thing was something we should do.”

  “Should we?”

  “I’m asking you.”

  You aren’t being fair pinning this all on me. I sighed. This is where I had to navigate possibly treacherous waters to see if I could find safety on the shore that held both Joel and Tommy in some combo or fashion. I said, “Joel says he’d love to take me out.”

  “Take you out?”

  “You know, like to the movies or to dinner.”

  “Huh… That sounds… nice.”

  Eager with hope, I stroked him faster. “It does?”

  “Yeah, sort of like a dedicated dance partner, I guess.”

  “That’s a good thing, right?” I wanted to ask directly, but I was still building my courage.

  Tommy’s voice was husky with conviction. “Yeah, safe. Like Gwen being your friend out on the town.”

  “Did you… like doing her?”

  “It was… exciting, I guess.” He chuckled self-consciously, but his dick was flexing.

  “Did she feel good?”

  He gasped and thrust his hips towards me. “Yeah…”

  “Did you like cumming in her with Chris watching?”

  He groaned and his dick swelled dramatically.

  It was now or never. I asked him, jacking my hand slower, “Is it all right if Joel dates me?”

  He panted, on the edge.

  I took the final step. Do or die. “Dates me like I was single?”

  “Single?”

  “He might… like a kiss… or more.” I kissed him gently on the lips. “Please let me go out on dates with him.”

  He made a sharp intake of breath and tensed. His shaft swelled and strained. A long squirt came arcing out of his dick. He squeezed his eyes shut and gasped hoarsely, “Yes! Yes. Yes, that’s good. Okay…” He jerked his hips frantically, oozing out more desperate globs after the one, long squirt. “Yes… you can date him.” He collapsed in relief, chest heaving for breath.

  A flush of relief and joy surged through me, wiping away much of my stress and guilt.

  As much as my mind cleared in a mental sigh of extreme relief, my pussy gave a more visceral reaction: I became intensely wet and achy.

  CHAPTER 23

  I came out of the shower Saturday evening and patted down my hair with the towel.

  Joel was sitting on the bed, waiting and watching – looking nervous.

  I asked him, “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah… I guess. Just never thought I would see you getting ready to go out on a date.”

  I laughed lightly. “It’s just Joel.”

  He blew out a breath. “Yeah.”

  I said, “It’s really no different than you telling me I could go with Dan…”

  He made a face. “I sort of knew you didn’t like him all that much—”

  “Then why tell me I should take him up on his lunch offers?”

  He shrugged. “It seemed like a safe way to loosen you up a bit.”

  “I needed loosening?” I picked up my brush and began straightening my hair.

  “No… well… I just thought you could benefit from getting out more. You seemed very withdrawn. Like… you lost something from when I met you. I wanted you to get that back.”

  I looked at him through my brunette bangs. “And have I? Are you happy to see—”

  He laughed, interrupting me. “Shoot, yeah. Sex almost every day? No way I’d go back on this. I love it.”

  I put a foot out in risk. “Tommy…”

  “Hmm?”

  “Joel thinks… He thinks he’s getting lucky tonight and that you don’t know about this date.”

  His eyebrows did a dance of surprise. “You didn’t tell him?”

  “That you agreed? No. He thinks I’m just sneaking out.”

  “Oh.” His lips broadened into a devious smile. “Oh, really?”

  “I know he wants to act on this crush of his… Should I let him?”

  My husband shifted around on the bed and tugged at his sweats. There was a lump in them. “Sort of like the Gwen hotwife thing?”

  I nodded.

  “It might be interesting to see what he does… But…”

  “But?”

  “Don’t keep him in the dark. Let him know I said you two can date.”

  I stopped and put down the brush. I turned fully to him, naked and inquisitive. “Even if that means he’s going to try…?”

  “Let him.” He rushed on, “If you want. I sure wish though…”

  “What?”

  He appeared to make up his mind. “Let him know right away. And then… if… things start to happen, call me. Let me know that something is going on. Promise me.” This was my earnest husband, strict and hard, telling me what was expected. I took no offense; I was married to him and this was a partnership. We worked this together or not at all.

  I said, “All right, I promise.” Now that we were on the proper footing, I was going to play this through the right way. No longer would I hold anything back from my husband. I said, “He might be wanting to go all the way…”

  His grin was a flash of nerves and desire. “I bet.”

  “And you’re okay with him trying?”

  He nodded.

  “If he wants to cum in me?”

  He started laughing and stopped, and started again. His eyes were alight with wonder. “I want to see…”

  “If we do and he does, I’ll bring it home for you.”

  He reached his hand down his sweats and shifted his uncomfortable erection. He left his hand in there and laughed. “I can’t believe how hot this is…” His hand moved in his sweats. “I’m glad it’s Joel – someone from church.”

  “So am I…”

  CHAPTER 24

  Two and a half hours later, after a movie, I rested on Joel’s bed as he stroked his hand over my body.

  He said, “So he knows…” His smile was sublime.

  I nodded. I had told him before the movie and knew he was musing over it.

  “This is a dream come true.”

  I giggled.

  He moved down and put his face between my legs, kissing and licking.

  I sighed luxuriously and reached for my purse.

  “What are you doing?”

  “He wanted me to call and tell him if things started happening.”

  He winked at me. “I know the type. He wants to be involved as much as possible. Wants to hear live, so to speak.”

  “You think so?”

  “I know so. Several of the husbands at Trinity like it that way.”

  “Several? Exactly how many are—”

  “Eight or nine, more or less. Some tried it a couple of times but haven’t lately.”

  “Is this a regular thing? Are there get-togethers or something?”

  He shook his head. “Rarely. Not even once a year, really. Most of us just like to do our own thing, not in some big group.”

  I felt better about that. I didn’t like the idea of being naked with other women and having men judge me the lesser of them all. That would hurt.

  He went back to licking me.

  I tapped Tommy’s contact.

  “Hello? Andrea?”

  “Yeah… He’s starting.”

  “What’s he doing?”

  “He’s kissing me… down there.” I laughed.

  “Wow…” His breathing was heavy.

  Before I could say much more, Joel crawled up and stuck his erection against my entrance.

  I gasped.

  “What?”

  “He’s about to enter me…”

  “Ohmigosh…”

  Joel pushed, stretching me open and sliding his thick shaft into my pussy.

  I groaned, “He’s filling me, baby… It’s… going in…”

  Tommy groaned on the other end.

  Joel said hoarsely, “Oh yeah, I get to fuck Mrs. Netz.”

  My husband groaned louder. “Yeah…”

  I gasped as Joel’s cock reached bottom, “He’s all the way inside. I feel… so full…”

  Tommy whispered, “I love you, Andrea.”

  Joel began pumping, thrusting his erection in and out of my pussy and working his magic on my labia and clit. Tingles raced up my pussy and electrified my nipples.

  I moaned back at my husband, “I love you… ungh… too…” My body jerked to Joel’s thrusts.

  Tommy gasped and panted, fast. He was cumming on the other end. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh…”

  “I gotta go, baby.” The slapping of our flesh was loud in my ear. Joel’s grunting efforts and my husband’s reaction left me tight and twisted up inside. I was close and getting closer, faster. I was about to cum.

  “Okay, you’ll come home right after?”

  My answer was almost a wail. “I promise.” I cried out as a huge wave toppled me in its hot lust. I tried clicking off and fumbled it.

  Joel groaned loudly and said, “Oh yeah, what an awesome fuck. What a… hot… sexy… married… woman…!” Each word was punctuated with a scalding blast of his cum inside my pussy. He wound down, panting fast.

  I finally thumbed the end call button correctly.

  Joel wasn’t done. He was still in me, hard, after finishing so fast. He kissed me gently and began moving again.

  I purred.

  Two hours later, a half hour before midnight on Saturday, I stumbled into our home.

  Tommy was up, pacing. His eyes lit on me and his face was slack with surprise and relief. “You’re home.”

  I was exhausted. “Let’s go to bed.”

  “Tell me what happened.”

  I sighed in weariness. After all that, I wasn’t energized to talk for a couple hours. “In bed… I’m really tired.”

  “Okay.”

  I stripped in the bedroom with leaden limbs. We had to be up tomorrow for the early service at Trinity.

  He said, “What happened? I thought you would be home a lot sooner.”

  I stood naked at the edge of the bed and said, “He… was excited. We did it three times.”

  His eyes popped out. “Three?”

  I nodded and started to climb into bed. “He came and came. I have three loads in my pussy.”

  His mouth dropped open in wonder and his eyes latched onto my red and puffy pussy. He breathed, “Three…”

  “I’m kind of sore; I can’t say I’m really in the mood for a fourth.” I just wanted to go to sleep.

  He shook his head. “No, no, that’s okay.” He licked his lips.

  I wondered if he was tempted to… “You can lick me, if you want.”

  He shook his head resolutely. “No, not me. I’m…” He kept staring.

  I settled down on my back and let all my muscles relax. I heaved a long sigh.

  He said, “Maybe I’ll give it a try…”

  My eyebrows lifted, but I said nothing. I wasn’t going to push him.

  He got between my thighs and slowly lowered his face towards my puffy pussy. I could tell he was sniffing. He kept going and finally licked at my clit.

  The warm, wet passage of his smooth tongue raced like sheaves of delight across my body.

  He kept licking, growing more confident. After a moment, his tongue traced down across my labia. He lifted and said, “Oh, wow. Not like I expected.”

  “Hmm?”

  “I thought it would be bitter and salty. It’s very, very mellow.” His tongue flicked and licked more, until he was mashing his mouth onto my pussy.

  I moaned with pleasure and he licked and sucked. “Are you sure you want to be licking me down there? Like I said, he put three loads in me and I didn’t wash off or anything.”

  He groaned loudly and kept licking. He finally moved up and kissed my lips. “I love you, Andrea Collins.”

  That he used my maiden name was a surprise. Maybe he meant to support the idea of me dating. I said, “I love you too, Tommy Netz.”

  He breathed happily. “Keep doing this.”

  “Doing?”

  “Dating Joel. But next time…”

  “What?”

  “Next time, I want to see it.”

  I looked at him askance. “You do?”

  He nodded firmly. “I need to see it. You’re my wife. I should be there. I want to be there.”

  “Well, okay…”

  “How soon can you arrange it?”

  I laughed with joy at his eager and earnest enthusiasm. If this rush of emotions and euphoria was part and parcel of being a hotwife, then I wanted more. “You really aren’t mad that another man stuck his dick in me?”

  “No, and it’s not just some other man; it’s Joel. No, I’m not mad. It’s awesome.”

  “That I fucked him?”

  “Yes. My wife let another man fuck her three times, and cum in her. That’s totally awesome.”

  “You’re sure?” I gripped his dick – it was hot and hard.

  “Yes.”

  “I have a confession.”

  “What?”

  Slowly stroking, I said carefully, “It wasn’t the first time.”

  He stiffened. “What?”

  “He wanted to before and I didn’t have the heart to stop him… I’m sorry. I was trying to find a way to tell you and deal with my guilt…”

  His hand stroked the side of my face. “Shh. It’s okay…”

  “But I sort of lied…”

  He sighed and was quiet for a moment. “No one’s perfect. I forgive you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “How many times…?”

  I was stroking him and sped up as I admitted most of the truth. “Several times… over the past two weeks.”

  He blinked in amazement. “During all that sex we were having?”

  I said sheepishly, “That’s why I was in the mood so much…”

  He laughed. “Well then…”

  “What?”

  “We’re just going to have to make sure you get a lot of dick.”

  “Are you serious?” Hope was rising inside of me.

  “Yep.”

  “Joel?”

  “Yep. I like the idea of his dick in you. Thrusting into you…” He panted faster and then tensed. A couple of very hot splashes painted my hip. He breathed, “My sexy Andrea.”

  CHAPTER 25

  I sat with Gwen the following Wednesday evening in my home, on my couch. “I’m not sure about all of this.”

  My friend sniffed loudly and waved her hand. “The hardest part is over.”

  “But he wants to watch.”

  “So? That’s the easy part.”

  “I don’t like being watched.”

  “You won’t even care.”

  “What if I get laughed at?”

  “Look, it’s no big deal. If you want, Chris and I can come over, too. I’ll bring Branden and help you and Joel put on a show for our husbands. That way, everyone is comfortable.”

  “That’s going to make it better?” It sounded like it wouldn’t, but I actually felt better knowing she was offering her support.

  “You’ll see.”

  “So you’ll bring Branden?” I still wasn’t sure about it.

  “I’ll coax you through it step by step. It’s super easy. Nothing to it. No one will laugh.”

  “Okay…” Anything sounded better than blindly bungling my way through it all.

  “And we’ll have both our husband’s watch – they can support each other that way.”

  “Yeah, that might help.”

  “If the men are in it together, they’ll try acting all cool around each other over what’s going on, then it’s all downhill from there. Easy.”

  “All right.”

  She patted my knee. “You’ve come a long way, Andrea. Trust me.”

  “I do.”

  “I’ll set it up for Sunday.”

  “After church?”

 

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