(Author’s note: ‘Nieve’ is the anglicised form of the name ‘Niamh’. CW: manipulation, cheating (but not yet))
Chapter One
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“I was thinking about my wife’s butt,” I said, and then turned to look at my interlocuter. “Don’t tell her I said that.”
“Why not?” asked Lacey, sipping her glass of wine. “I mean, you weren’t thinking anything like, ‘Oh, I wish it were smaller’, right?”
“No I was not. But she gets embarrassed about that kind of thing.”
“Her loss. Personally, I like it when a man’s thinking about my butt. And what he’s going to do to it later.”
“What are you guys talking about?” asked my wife, sitting down between us on the couch.
“Butts, Neevee!” said Lacey, and giggled. Nieve turned to me with a pretend grimace.
“Pervs!”
“We were discussing what we should watch tonight,” I said. And from there I let the two women talk it out while I drank wine. And considered my wife’s butt, along with the rest of her body. Three kids and fourteen years of marriage, and she still looked hot. Even jeans and a hoodie, like she was wearing tonight, couldn’t hide those curves.
“Is that okay, honey?”
“Yeah,” I said, not knowing what I had agreed to watch.
It turned out to be a French film that Lacey had recommended. It was not raunchy, exactly, but it certainly did not shy away from showing the carnal side of things. Nieve grew redder and redder as the movie went on, until, in the middle of a particularly graphic scene, she quietly got up and left the room.
“Is she okay?” whispered Lacey, scootching a little nearer now that Nieve wasn’t between us.
“Yeah,” I said. “She just doesn’t handle this sort of thing”–gesturing at the screen, where the nude woman was riding to a screaming climax–“very well.”
“Just like college,” giggled Lacey. “She would always leave when the girltalk got too explicit.” We watched in silence a bit longer. “So she didn’t run off to rub one out real quick? Needs a fast O?”
“No,” I said. “I take care of that for her, thank you. In fact, that was the plan tonight, until someone invited herself over.” I smiled to show her that I wasn’t really upset. Lacey was good company, and she made Nieve blush, which was always charming.
“Well, what could I do? Newly divorced, at home ALL ALONE on a Friday night? I just had to call up my closest girlfriend and come over to see her. And her hot husband. Sorry for cockblocking, by the way.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m sure that things will take their course later.”
“Happy wife, happy life,” said Lacey. A few minutes later, when the audio was less obviously sexual, Nieve reappeared and once more inserted herself between us. She made a moue to show me that either she hadn’t liked the movie, or that Lacey had gotten too close. It was cute; I grinned. She stuck out her tongue and grabbed my arm. Since this pushed her large breasts against me, I grinned more widely, holding her gaze until she reluctantly grinned back.
Nieve had never been a good drinker, and the two glasses of wine she had had meant that I drove Lacey home. We chatted inconsequentially on the drive. At her house she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and jumped out.
“Go get laid,” she said over her shoulder as she unlocked the door.
“Roger wilco,” I said, and drove home faster than the legal limit.
To my disappointment, however, what I found was not a cute little wife made frisky by a couple of drinks and a sexy foreign film. Instead I found her in her pajamas, asleep, breathing softly. I adjusted my pants (the drive home had been long enough for a fantasy or two) and went to clean up after movie night.
—
“How was it?”
“Fine.”
“That,” said Lacey, “is what someone who did not, in fact, get laid last night would say.” She took a sip from her mug.
I poured myself a warmup and sat down at the kitchen table across from her. “If someone else had not needed a ride home, perhaps the party in question would not be evading inquiries.”
“Sorry,” she said, and it sounded like she meant it. “I was just–I was just really, really lonely, okay?”
“I get it,” I said. “It’s not a big deal.”
“And you guys are the only friends I really have around here,” she continued. “And since the d-divorce, it seems like people are avoiding me, you know?” Her lip was trembling just a little.
“Seriously, Lacey. No worries. I’m not mad, Nieve and I had a great time with you last night, don’t get yourself in knots over nothing.” We sat in companionable silence for a bit.
“So, what IS it like?” she burst out. I raised an eyebrow. “Being married to Nieve, I mean. Like, when we were in college and you two were dating, it was like, how long is she going to make this guy work for it?”
“When we were dating in college, and you told our dormmates, and I quote, ‘That’ll last three weeks’?” I asked.
“Man, how long are you going to hold onto that? It worked out fine, right? I was wrong, you guys are great, three kids and a house kapaklı escort with a nice big yard, the whole deal, yes yes. Also, don’t try to dodge the question.”
“It’s lovely,” I said.
“Right. You guys are so gross sometimes with how… how twitterpated you can be. Taken as read. But the sex?” She was asking earnestly.
“The sex, when it happens, is also lovely.”
“‘When it happens’? So….”
“So maybe things are a little slow after fourteen years, Lacey.” I sighed. “Maybe Nieve is not so confident about her body–which is divine–after three kids. Maybe she’s not as adventurous as I might like. But the sex is still lovely.”
“Huh.” We drank more coffee. I needed to find my equilibrium. I hadn’t meant to share that much, even with a close friend like Lacey. Was I more frustrated than I thought? Certainly finding sleep had taken me a while last night. I had even groped Nieve in her sleep to no effect. Out like a light.
“When you say, ‘more adventurous’….” she trailed off, giving me an opening if I wanted to take it.
“Well. Like the occasional blowjob.”
“She doesn’t?”
“I mean, she does, just not–to completion. Just to get things started. And she just licks, really.” This was getting more explicit than I had been prepared for. “I mean, her mouth is pretty small, and I’m….”
“Right. I still remember your first time together. She was sure that it would never fit. She cried for hours.”
“Really?” I hadn’t known that.
“Oh yeah, she was terrified. Because she’d only felt it through your pants, right?” (This was not in fact true, but I saw no reason to tell Lacey that Nieve and I had gone a good bit further than Nieve had told her). “So she knew it was big, but her mind kind of blew it out of proportion. So to speak.” She paused. “Afterwards she was pretty happy, though.”
“I should hope so.” I had worked rather hard to make sure she had had a good time.
“Is she happy with things right now?”
“I think so? She certainly comes hard enough. Sometimes she’ll get two or three before me.”
“Lucky girl,” muttered Lacey. I had gotten the impression that her ex had not been so considerate. “But you think she’s insecure about her body.”
“Well, yeah. She never wears anything tight or cute anymore, even after she lost the baby weight. And she likes to have the lights off. I think she’s worried I don’t think her body is sexy anymore. Which I do.” Her first pregnancy had swelled Nieve’s already impressive breasts, and even afterwards they had stayed noticeably bigger than before. She was, in fact, a perfect example of a shortstack, but the one time I had used that term she had smacked me in the ear.
“Still, that doesn’t sound so bad.”
“It’s not. It’s just not how it used to be.”
She squirmed in her seat a little. “And how was that?”
“The first years we were married–or even when we were trying for Melly a ways back–there were these times when it was like she forgot the good girl thing. Like she was so overwhelmed that she just let herself go. Where she’d do anything, LET herself do anything, without worrying about if she was being bad or slutty or whatever. I miss that abandon. Seeing her completely surrender to those urges.”
Lacey squirmed a little more. “Yeah, okay, I can see why you’d miss that,” she said huskily. “Do you want me to help? Not like that!” she continued quickly, seeing my eyebrows go up. “I mean, talk to her, or whatever. Take her out for drinks and, I don’t know, build up her confidence a bit.”
I thought about it. “How do you mean?”
“I mean, just, like, telling her she’s still hot doesn’t mean as much coming from her husband. Because you kind of have to say it, right? But if I say it, or the bartender or whoever, it makes a bigger impact.”
“‘Or whoever’?”
“Well, it’s not like we’re going to go pick up some rando! I just mean, if Nieve and I go out for drinks, I’m pretty sure I can get some guy to approach us. And even if nothing happens, it’s an ego boost, all right? Come ON,” she urged, leaning forward. “You want to see your good girl be bad, don’t you?” I did. I wanted her to come home to me and I wanted to fuck her like we were in college again. I wanted it so much that I was getting hard thinking about the times I’d seen that side of my wife.
“You know what? Sure.”
“Nice!” crowed Lacey, and giggled. “Oh man, I bet I can have her swallowing for you in like, two weeks.” She flounced off before I could respond.
—
Later that afternoon, when Nieve brought Melly back from her soccer game, I was still in the kitchen thinking about Lacey’s plan. Nieve must have noticed my distraction, because she came over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then oozed her way onto my lap between me and the table.
“Miss me?”
“I missed you a lot. I missed you last night, too.”
She blushed. “Sorry. I had a little too much wine, I guess.” She put her cheek against mine and whispered in my ear, “Maybe I can make it up to you karabağlar escort tonight.”
“I have some ideas.” I certainly did. Nieve’s phone buzzed. She read the text and tapped out a quick answer.
“Who was that?”
“Lacey. She wants to go out tonight. But I told her I was spending it in with you.” A sweet smile.
“Hmm.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s just that Lacey’s having such a tough time lately,” I said, stroking my wife’s back. “I know that your friendship means a lot to her.”
“I know, but… I feel bad. I don’t want to leave you hanging two nights in a row.” She had, in fact, left me hanging for longer periods, but I let that go.
“So come home early. But I don’t want you to neglect a friend for my, um, needs.”
“You,” she said, kissing me, “are a good husband. And a good friend to Lacey.” She wiggled a little on my lap and kissed me again. “You sure?”
“Come. Home. Early.” I said, punctuating each word with a kiss. Her eyelids fluttered a bit and she wrapped her arms around my neck for a long squeeze before popping up from my lap.
“Okay! I will be a good friend,” she said cheekily. “But I want you thinking about me the whole time. And about what you want to do to me when I get home.”
“Not a problem,” I said.
—
I cooked dinner for us that night, to be sure that Nieve had time before she and Lacey went out. Melly told us about her soccer game; Nieve played footsie with me under the table, which was pleasant. Lacey sent a text that she was on her way, which meant that she was just starting to get ready and would be over in a half-hour or so. Nieve went up to get ready, and, after I’d dealt with the dishes, I followed her up. She was humming to herself, pulling her ‘nice jeans’ up over her gorgeous ass. I gave it a swat on general principles.
“Ooh!” she giggled. I noticed that she turned away to take off her top and exchange it for a clean white one, hiding her bosom while she did so.
“You all set?”
“I think so,” she said. “We’re just going down to the Golden, anyway.” The Golden was not quite our neighborhood bar, but our usual second choice, about twenty minutes away. They had cheap frozen margaritas and on weekends, live music that was always atrocious.
“Nice of you to take Lacey out.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “But I need it too, I think. She’s a good counterpoise to my other girlfriends.” Lacey was the only college friend who still lived close enough to hang out with regularly. And our other friends, co-workers or neighbors, were, frankly, less interesting. Nieve liked them all, but we didn’t have the same connection.
A honk sounded from outside.
“Jeez! Give me a minute,” muttered Nieve.
“I’ll go distract her,” I said.
Lacey was standing at the door, her car running in the driveway behind her. She gave me a quick hug as I let her in. “Nieve getting ready?”
“Yep. You’re going to the Golden?”
“Yeah. What’s she wearing?”
“Jeans and a top.” Lacey had on a short skirt and a low-cut blouse.
“Huh. Well, baby steps. Man, if I had her rack I’d make sure everyone knew just how magnificent it was.” Lacey was quite fit, thanks to an almost fanatical devotion to tennis, but rather less endowed than my wife.
“What’s the plan?”
“Plan?” Lacey tried to look innocent, which she could pull off thanks to her baby face and blonde pixie haircut. I narrowed my eyes. “The ‘plan’ is to go out for drinks with an old friend, bitch about my ex, and get her talking. See if I can’t plant some seeds for later.”
“What–” Before I could ask, Nieve came bouncing down the stairs. She gave me a quick hug and kiss, did the same for Lacey, and the two of them were out the door like a whirlwind. I closed it after them. smiling. Nieve really had needed a night out.
—
The first text came when they arrived at the bar, just, “We’re here!” followed by a kiss. I sent one back, then returned to my reading. Shortly afterwards came the next, a picture of a bottle and two glasses with the caption, “Lacey got us champagne!” and an emoji of two clinking glasses. I sent another kiss.
Things were quiet after that. Well, what had I expected? And why was I glancing at my phone so much? “Fuck,” I said aloud. I needed to get laid.
Later: “So bad!” and a picture of two shot glasses filled with brown liquid, topped with whipped cream. Lacey’s plan was becoming clearer. A little later I got another text, this one from Lacey.
It was a video of my cute wife with her hands behind her back, leaning down to pick up the shot glass using only her mouth. She tipped it back inexpertly, choked a little, and then dropped it on the table. Her lips had whipped cream smeared on them, and she coughed daintily before running her tongue around her mouth to capture it.
“Ulk!” said video Nieve. “I need to go clean up!” Laughter came from out of frame. Apparently the other patrons had appreciated her little show. The video ended with her starting to rise from her barstool.
“u karabük escort like?” This from Lacey.
“Yes,” I sent back.
“just wait!!” followed by the devil emoji. I started to type out, “For what?” then put my phone down. Lacey was enjoying herself far too much, and I didn’t want to appear too eager to follow along with her machinations. I left her on read, and went back to not really reading my book.
My phone buzzed. It was from Nieve, so I checked it without worry. Then I grinned at the picture she’d sent. It was her, in the restroom mirror. She was holding up her shirt to show the lacy white bra she had on, her big breasts filling each cup almost to overflow. Her face was beet red, and her expression was shy and bold and unbelievably erotic. I stared at it long and long, stunned. Lacey and alcohol were apparently a persuasive combination.
Shaking myself out of my trance, I knew that I had to reply quickly, or she’d (falsely) assume that I was disappointed or upset with her. “HOT!” seemed appropriate. I got no response.
“told u” Lacey again.
“TY I think.”
“shes sooo red right now” This didn’t seem to warrant a reply.
I swiped back to the picture. I could see how hard her nipples were. Her mouth was a little open, her eyes half-closed. My cock was hard thinking about the state she must have been in, to overcome her inhibitions and send me a saucy pic. It was easily the most forward she’d been in years.
—
About 10:30 I heard Lacey’s car in the driveway, much giggling, the door open, and Nieve making her way upstairs. She started getting undressed in the dark. “Honey?” she asked.
“Yeah?”
“Oh good, you ARE awake! Sorry I wasn’t home as early as I expected. We just got to talking.”
“Did you have a good time?”
“We did! Did you have a good time?” She got under the covers next to me and asked shyly, “Did you like the picture? Oh!” as her hand found my hard-on inside my pajama pants. “I guess you did!” She burst into more giggles, but kept her hand moving up and down on my cock.
“I certainly did like the picture,” I said.
“Mmm… I was so nervous! But Lacey said that boys really, REALLY like that kind of thing. I guess she was right!” I reached over to hold her and found that she had come to bed naked. My hand roamed up and down her body, enjoying the softness of her fair skin. When I kissed her I could taste the alcohol on her breath.
“Mmm…” she moaned again. “You know, Lacey drove, and so I spent the whole car ride thinking about you.” Softly, “Thinking about what I could do to make you happy.” She undid the tie of my pants, and I helped her slip them off. We were skin to skin now, and the heat from her body was driving me wild.
“Just thinking?”
“Mmmaybe I did a little more,” she breathed. “I mean, Lacey had to watch the road, so I’m sure that she didn’t notice if I….” she trailed off.
“If you what, my love?”
“Mmm… not going to tell you just yet,” she teased. Then she pushed at my shoulder. I took the hint and rolled onto my back, and she moved to straddle me. My hands found her breasts and began tracing little arcs along them before I took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and lifted, the weight of her breast pulling against me, stretching her. She gasped.
“How about now?” I pinched a little harder.
“Mmmaybe I let my hand slip down here”–matching her actions to her words, her hand running down her chest, her belly, to her mons–“and the mmmaybe I let myself touch myself just a little. Thinking about you.” Her other hand gripped my cock, squeezing it gently.
“I need to be inside you,” I growled. She giggled, then adjusted my cock as she set it at the entrance to her wet pussy. I could feel her opening herself to me.
“Jeez, you’re so BIG!” she said, breathless, as she settled herself with agonizing slowness onto me. “Oh f-fuck! How are you so BIG?” That was new: Nieve did not curse, as a rule.
“How are you so TIGHT?” I asked. It was a rhetorical question, but she answered it anway.
“Kegels.” She demonstrated, milking my cock inside her.
“Fuck!” Now it was my turn to curse. She giggled again, and dropped a little lower, taking more of me. She bent at the waist to kiss me, our tongues circling.
“So good so good so good,” she said, finding her rhythm. I was hitting just the right spot inside her. She was rising and falling in tight little motions now, what I privately thought of as her’ bunny-hops’. Her breasts bounced with each short stroke. “So GOOD. SO. GOOD. SO GOOD! SO GOOD SOOO GOOOODD!” I felt her pussy spasm and clench as she came.
“Keep going,” I said. I wasn’t ready to stop.
“YES.” She did not hesitate. Often after her first she would be too sensitive to continue right away. Tonight, she seemed determined to stay like this as long as we could. “YES.” Finding our rhythm again, as she rose and fell once more. My hands moved to her hips, lifting her and letting her fall back down, her slick pussy tight around my shaft with every stroke. In the dim light I could see her eyes were closed and her mouth open in wordless pleasure. She was so beautiful.
Her breath started to come faster, and I knew that a second orgasm was building. I slowed my motion. She made a mewing noise of need.
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