My Wife's Kink

Oh my gosh... two stories in two days! Hope you guys enjoy. Don't expect three in three. That's too much even for me!

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I don’t know if we’re alone in this but it took a long time for my wife and I to discover each other’s kinks. I’m not talking about the kind of sex we like. Or the little basic stuff. I’m talking about the weird stuff that you know you share with three other people in the world and that your spouse will judge you if they find out (or at least you fear they will). In those early days of marriage, you know that you WANT to trust that person but it can be really hard to fully open up to them.

At least it was for us. When Ellen and I look back, we laugh now. She made it pretty obvious what her kink was. It just took me awhile to figure it out… and frankly it took her awhile to fully trust me enough to spell it out for me. Ellen and I met in college and had the typical “college romance” story. Dated a bit. Broke up a couple times. Got back together. We were lucky in that our break ups were less about drama and more about timing and the difficulties of having a college romance when you both are also working full-time jobs. When we finally got back together our senior year though, we knew that we were with the right person. 

Ellen is a very good looking woman. Tall, long light brown hair and a butt that sometimes stops traffic. Quick side story, that’s true. We still tease her about it sometimes. She was walking across campus one day wearing those cute little athletic shorts with the university letters on the butt. She dashed across the street ahead of traffic and this dude rolled his window down to whistle at her. He managed to follow it up with the oh so intelligent, “Nice ass, ba…” before he slammed into the car that had stopped in front of him. Dumb ass. 

Anyways, I was lucky to be with Ellen. In addition to being a knock out she is also whip smart and quite witty, always needling me in the most good natured way. We enjoy that teasing banter between us and it’s the thing that made me interested in her in the first place (well… maybe the second thing because she was teasing me about staring at her tits…). We got married a couple months after graduation and started to settle into our lives.

As anyone who’s finished college will tell you, those first few months after school can be really weird. Some of your friends move away, others move to town and, before long, your core friend group has morphed into something almost unrecognizable. That’s the way it was for us too. As a result, we started hanging out with Ellen’s old roommate, Isis. Now Isis is very much the opposite of Ellen in almost every way. Where Ellen is outgoing and smart, Isis is quiet and a little airheaded. Ellen is a tall brunette, Isis is short and blonde. Ellen is relatively thin with small B cups, Isis played soccer, softball and women’s lacrosse and looks like you’d expect with powerful legs, broad shoulders and big tits. The two make quite the pair. 

Now I said Isis is airheaded but she’s not really dumb, per se. She just gives off that impression at first. She has a lot of trouble with guys as a result because they go through these weird stages with her. Some guys WANT to date an airhead and when they find out that’s just how she talks and acts, they dump her because she’s too smart. Other guys get past that and are left with the impression that she’s actually quite intelligent because she beats their (low) expectations. But then they date for awhile and they invariably realize that she’s not very smart either and they dump her for being too dumb. Then there’s the guys that assume that this athletic girl will be a tigress in bed… but it turns out she’s pretty submissive (more on that in a minute). All in all, she seems constantly frustrated because she’s broadcasting all the wrong signals. 

That brings us to the real start of my adventures with Ellen. That first night about three months after graduation. It was a Friday night and we were hanging out at Isis’s apartment after work. Isis and Ellen were sitting at the able whispering over a glass of wine when I got there. Both of them looked damn good. Ellen’s job as an office administrator had her dressing in these tight little business suits that I always liked the look of. Meanwhile, Isis worked as a teacher and coached girl’s soccer so she was sitting there wearing short little Adidas shorts and a t-shirt damp with sweat that clung to her body.

“Ladies… How was work?” I said as I gave Ellen a little kiss. She grabbed my tie and pulled me back, returning the kiss and slipping me just a little bit of her teasing tongue. Her lips tasted sweet and cool on mine and she gave me a wicked little grin that piqued my interest immediately.

“Work was fine, lover,” she said, continuing the grin. I was DEFINITELY getting lucky tonight. 

“What were you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Oh… not much, right Isis?”

Isis blushed, her tanned skin managing to find a shade of pink despite her normal sun bronzed tone. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and glanced away from my gaze before murmuring, “Just girl stuff, Ben.”

“No need to tell me more. I won’t pry. What are we doing for dinner? Outback? Mama Tucci’s?” I asked. Those were kind of our two standards when nobody could agree on a place. 

“No, no, no,” Ellen said, hopping up. She scampered into the small kitchen area and I noticed the brown paper bags from the grocery store. “I realized that I need to cook a little more for my man so you’re getting a nice home cooked meal tonight.”

I raised my eyebrow questioningly. Ellen has a lot of good traits but “chef” isn’t one of them. She has managed (no joke) to overcook hotdogs and undercook macaroni. It’s impressive, frankly. “What are you making?” I asked, warily.

“Well Isis offered to help me. WE are making chicken parm with green beans and cooked carrots.”

I looked at Isis who was still blushing furiously. She nodded demurely then hurriedly hopped up and joined Ellen in the kitchen. “I told Isis I wanted to learn to cook more and she offered to help me. That was we don’t ruin another meal.”

“Like the Hot dogs?”

Ellen stuck her tongue out at me and said, “Yes… like the hot dogs… jerk.”

“Or the rice? Or the soup? Or the coffee?”

“Yes, yes, yes, smartass. And the spaghetti, the peanut butter and jelly, the…”

“You ruined peanut butter and jelly?” Isis asked incredulously.

“Fuck you both. I didn’t know how to smear it, okay!”

“What?” Isis asked confused. 

“To her credit, the sandwich itself tasted fine… it was the can of jelly that was ruined…” I said, barely able to contain my laughter.

“You didn’t?”

Now Ellen was blushing in embarrassment and Isis had forgotten her own.

“Yup…” I said, “took a scoop of peanut butter then plunged the knife directly into the jelly and added to it. Left the peanut butter all over the jelly jar.”

Isis laughed at her beleaguered roommate. It was all good natured fun made even more humorous by Ellen’s hands on hips, lip pouting faux anger. She stomped her foot and said, “Stop being mean to me. I’m learning!”

“No… No… It’s fine,” Isis said between breaths. “At  least you’re trying.”

Ellen humphed a little and the two of them got busy in the kitchen. Multiple times I heard Isis correct Ellen over something, each time there was laughter and an admonition to “stop teasing me” from my wife. It made me chuckle each time. It took them a little while but eventually I heard a triumphant “Dinner is served!” from the kitchen.

We sat down at the table and Ellen proudly placed a hot plate in front of me. Despite my trepidation, it looked fantastic and smelled even better. “This is terrific!” I said as I bit into the first bite. Ellen gave Isis an ecstatic hug and squealed.

“Thank you so much. Now I know how to cook!” Ellen proclaimed. Isis gave her a skeptical look and she quickly amended, “I know how to cook one thing… sort of.” 

“Yes, dear,” I said and gave her a kiss before taking another bite. 

Ellen sat down all primly and finally partook of her own meal. “Thank you so much, Isis. I don’t know how we’ll EVER repay you,” Ellen said. Isis gave another blush and took a long sip of wine again. 

I looked back and forth between the girls questioningly but didn’t press it. We ate in companionable silence for a couple minutes before Ellen spoke up again, “Isis broke up with Daniel.”

“He broke up with me, actually.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said lacking anything more substantive. I hadn’t met the guy or really talked much to Isis about it. He was a guy from work she’d met and that was pretty much the extent of my knowledge.

“It’s okay,” she said quietly.

“No it’s not… he was an ass,” Ellen corrected with a surprising amount of fire.

“Uhmm… what happened? I mean you don’t have to tell me…” 

“No… it’s fine… I caught him making out with another teacher and when I yelled at him about it, he said he was surprised I figured it out.”

My jaw dropped. “I didn’t think you’d find out,” is only one step removed from the Shaggy defense of “It wasn’t me” in terms of cheating excuses. 

“Yeah… and then the prick asked her if she wanted to join them.”

Now my jaw really hit the floor, “His response to you walking in on him cheating on you was to call you dumb then ask if you wanted a threeway?”

Isis nodded and gave a little snicker at the absurdity of how I phrased it, “Yeah… pretty much.”

“See, Ben. Like I said… an ass.”

“Sounds like it,” I said as I took another bite. “We’ve told you over and over that you can do better.”

“But how? It’s not like I haven’t tried. It’s just this never ending string of asshole losers.” She said vehemently. Isis didn’t show anger very often and it was nice to see her getting pissed off finally. “You know what the worst part is?”

“What’s that?” I said, taking a sip of my own wine. Merlot goes great with chicken parm.

“I’d have done the threesome if he’d asked me before cheating on me,” she said. Merlot does not go great with a white table cloth.

“Shit… I’m sorry,” I said as I looked around for something to wipe up the red drops from my barely contained spit take. Thankfully, I’d managed to chock it back and not spray the girls. Unfortunately, it had dribbled out of my choking mouth and dripped through my hands onto the table cloth. 

Isis got up and grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen along with some detergent. She quickly and efficiently cleaned it up while I wiped my face and hands. “Don’t worry… I probably should have waited for you to swallow before saying that, I guess.”

“Yeah… you can’t tell a guy you’re down for a threesome while he’s got a mouthful of liquid,” Ellen said with a smirk. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, “Smooth move, lover.” Her voice was husky and willowy as she whispered into my ear. I could almost feel the desire oozing off of her and I was already counting the seconds until I could take her back to our place and fuck her senseless.

We managed to finish the dinner without further incident and moved over to the living room. Ellen and Isis split the last bit of the bottle of wine and I got some water since I knew I would be driving home. Ellen gets horny, vocal and kind of slutty when she gets tipsy and I knew I wanted to be alert and ready for all of that. “So what are you going to do now?” Ellen asked Isis while we sat on the couch. Ellen’s feet rested across my lap as she gently grazed my hard cock. She looked at me with the most impish look I’d seen in awhile as she knowingly teased me. 

“I’m swearing off guys for awhile, I think.”

“Going lesbo huh?” I said jokingly.

“What? No… I like boys too much.”

“You like cock too much,” Ellen said and Isis looked scandalized. “Oh don’t try to protest. We’re all friends. We know what you like.” Isis blushed again and Ellen looked over at me. “Even Ben knows what you like.”

“What? What has she told you?” Isis asked. I looked at Ellen, surprised at how loose lipped she was getting. Her heel grinding more firmly on my cock told me she knew exactly what she was doing.

I decided to play along for a bit at least, “Don’t worry… not too much,” I said.

“Oh… good,” Isis said looking relieved.

I politely waited until she finished her sip of wine before saying, “Just that you are a little submissive in bed and like it when the guy is a little rough.”

“Ellen!” Isis protested as she threw a pillow at her friend. Ellen just laughed and ducked as the objective nearly caused her to spill her wine.

“What? Sometimes Ben likes to hear a little story when we fool around!”

“You guys use me as foreplay?” Isis asked incredulously.

“Not often,” I said, “Maybe once a week.”

Ellen giggled and Isis looked at me, “Once a week?”

“He’s kidding… once a month tops… and usually only after he’s seen you wearing something skimpy and sexy like a wet, thin t-shirt and tiny shorts.”

Isis looked down at her clothes and then at me, “You think this is sexy?” she asked. Her tone was serious. “You think I’m sexy?”

I looked at Ellen who gave me a little nod. Isis needed some self esteem build up. “Of course I do. You’re objectively sexy, Isis.”

“But I know you think Ellen is hot and we look nothing alike,” she said. 

I laughed, “Neither of you looks anything like Scarlett Johannson. And she doesn’t look anything like Anna Kendrick. Both of them are super hot. Guys like different stuff but trust me… you’re super hot.”

“You really can’t tell right now though,” Ellen said, “Take off your shirt, babe. Give him a good show so you can get an honest opinion.”

“Ellen, I…”

“Relax dummy, she’s got a sports bra on underneath,” Ellen said then gestured for Isis to continue. The blonde girl did as she was instructed and I felt my cock stir as Ellen sat up and scooted next to me. She whispered very quietly in my ear, “submissive… remember.”

I swallowed hard and watched as Isis pulled her shirt off, revealing her smooth stomach and, despite the sports bra, her large breasts. “Take off the shorts too,” Ellen said. 

“But…” I managed but was instantly silenced by the daggers Ellen shot me.

“Relax, stud. She’s not some no-panty wearing slut, I’m sure.” Ellen gave me a crooked smile as she knew exactly where my mind would go. When we first got married, Ellen had asked me about a fantasy and I’d told her that I always thought it was hot when girls didn’t wear underwear. She’d responded that she always felt a little slutty when she didn’t wear underwear to which I’d responded, “that’s the best part.” Since that day, she’d only worn panties when absolutely required. 

Isis didn’t protest at all and simply shimmied out of the loose shorts she’d been wearing. She was indeed wearing underwear but it was pretty… uhmm… minimalist. A skimpy little white thong that left very little to the imagination. For example, I now knew that she shaved. There was silence in the room as I stared at Isis who was standing awkwardly in front of me. Her blush was now a fully body one that I could see in its entirety.

“Well?” Ellen prompted.

“Uhmm… yeah… uhmm.. She’s hot.”

“You don’t sound very sure. Are you saying guys see her and want to fuck her?”

“Definitely,” I said more emphatically.

“Do YOU want to fuck her?”

I looked Ellen in the eyes, realizing that she was up to something but not sure what. “Of course not…”

“See… I’m just cute but not really fuckable,” Isis said, dejected.

“You haven’t shown him those big ol’ tits yet though. Show him those and he’ll change his mind,” Ellen said.

“Ok,” Isis said like she was being asked to pour a glass of water. I didn’t even have a chance to respond. She simply pulled off her sports bra and let her big breasts flop loose. They were exquisite. Surprisingly perky with tiny pink areolas. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing out proudly as she stood there. “Now am I fuckable, Ben?”

“Uhmm… yeah,” I said taking a sip of my water in a vain attempt to cool myself off.

“So you’d fuck her then?” Ellen asked, now stroking my cock and making no attempt to hide it. Isis’s eyes flicked down to the shaft in Ellen’s hand and then over at Ellen.

“Can we make it that threesome I mentioned?”

This time I wasn’t able to hold it back. I sprayed water across the room and the girls laughed at me. Ellen gently took the glass from my hand and said, “Let me take that from you. Isis only wants to be sprayed with one thing tonight.”

“Ellen!” the blonde protested before blushing brighter red even then before.

“Oh.. yeah… sorry, Ben. Don’t let Isis know I told you but she loves it when guys give her facials.”

“Ellen, I’m not…”

Ellen kissed me and then whispered, “It’s cool, babe. Let’s have some fun and worry about the rest tomorrow. No strings. Just have fun tonight. Trust me.”

I looked at her, searching her eyes for something but saw no duplicity or ill intent. Just unbridled lust. I nodded slightly and my wife beamed at me. I stood up and walked over to Isis, taking her hand and Ellen’s I led them to the bedroom. “Are your walls thin?” I asked.

“Very,” Isis said.

“Too bad… I guess your neighbors are going to find out a lot about you tonight,” I said. I turned to Isis and grabbed her waist, flinging her to the bed where she landed with a surprised yelp. I then turned to Ellen and did something I’d always wanted to do. I grabbed her suit jacket and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere. Ellen gasped and practically swooned with arousal from the dramatic gesture. Then I grabbed her and flung her to the bed too. She landed next to Isis who grabbed her hand and stroked it. The two girls caught a breath and looked at each other. Ellen gave me an absolutely smolderingly wicked look before the two moved closer, lips gently brushing against each other. The kiss was soft and tender at first but the two eased into it very quickly. Ellen’s hands roamed across Isis’s body causing her to writhe in arousal at my wife’s teasing touch. 

“Don’t just stand there, let’s help this slut out. Show her just how much you want her, babe,” Ellen said. I leaned down and kissed my wife then moved over to look at Isis. She looked so small and timid as she stared up at me. I slowly lowered my face to hers and kissed her. 

Now I hadn’t had too many girlfriends at that point. Maybe five or six. I’d only slept with two of them and only kissed the others. So my experience wasn’t huge. But Isis’s kiss was amazing. Her tongue was soft and moist, wrestling intimately with my own as she and I explored each other. I broke the kiss and slowly worked my way down her chin, neck and onto her breasts. I quickly discovered that they were as sensitive as they were large. Her back arched up as she shoved her tit into my mouth. I teased it and nibbled at it, tonguing around the nipple and making her moan. I loved the sound of a woman moaning and Isis’s noises of pleasure were music to my ears. 

Not wanting to leave out my wife, I reached over and played with her nipple with my free hand. She sighed quietly and I snaked my hand down to her skirt. She pulled it up and spread her legs wantonly, revealing her naked, shaved pussy for the first time.

Isis noticed and said, “No panty wearing slut, huh? OH my God!” The last a result of my sucking on her nipple hard and gently biting the tip.

“Guilty,” Ellen admitted as my fingers found her hot, wet cunt. She moaned out in pleasure and bucked her hips up against mine. 

“Fuck his mouth feels good,” Isis said. It was funny hearing the quiet girl say ‘Fuck’ and it turned me on. I loved making otherwise good girls become foul mouthed little sluts. 

“I told you… His fingers are even better… and you’re gonna love his cock.”

“Oh God!” Isis screamed again as my left hand grabbed her breast and squeezed it. I gently worked on the nipple, lightly pinching and twisting. “Harder,” she begged and I obliged with a harder pinch. “Harder,” she demanded. She might be submissive but she knew what she wanted. I grabbed the nipple and squeezed between my thumb and knuckle. “Harder!” she screamed again, and I practically crushed it giving it a little twist and tug at the same time. She screamed loud, thrusting her hips into the air violently, “Yes, yes… fuck yes… fuck…” It was like she had a little mini-orgasm just from the touch. 

“Now give her a good fucking, Ben. Fuck her good and hard.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Ellen looked at me like I was an idiot, “She’s my best friend. She’s not going to steal you. I want to give you this. A night of fun. Think of it as a belated bachelor party for you to sew your wild oats at.”

I looked over at the writhing blonde. I was trying to be rational and considerate. But my cock was so hard and aching at that point that I don’t know if I’d have been able to deny them anything. I grabbed Isis and, remembering what she’d said earlier, flipped her forcefully over and pulled her to her knees.

“Is this what you want, Isis?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“You want me to fuck you and pound you?”

“Yes, please,” she said, this time rocking her hips back and pressing her wet pussy against my cock.

I positioned myself at her opening, enjoying the feel of the wet heat on the head of my cock. “Beg,” I told her.

“Please… please fuck me. Fuck me like you fuck Ellen. Like a fucking slut. Please!”

I rewarded her by slamming my cock into it’s temporary new home. She screamed out loudly, as I filled up her tight cunt. It felt amazing being inside someone. Similar to Ellen but not identical. Isis squeezed her cunt, clenching my cock like a vice as if it was the thing her body craved most in the world. “Please…” she whimpered as I pulled out.

I smacked her ass and she yelped but then tried to slam back into me to fill herself up again. “Please, Ben.”

“Be nice, Ben,” Ellen said.

“I thought she doesn’t like, nice.”

“Mmmm… nice is fine… dominant and nice is best though,” she cooed happily as I started sliding in and out of her.

“So what you really want,” I started as grabbed her tiny waist and took control of the motions, “Is to be pounded hard,” I said giving her a quick thrust that caused her to gasp, “and have me take you like I need to.” I gave her another hard shove.

“Yessss,” she said with the happy kind of voice you usually only hear from people high as a fucking kite.

“Okay,” I said simply and then started slamming into her over and over. I started fucking her hard and fast and without mercy. Ellen watched, one hand strumming her clit while her eyes tracked every movement. She was almost hypnotized with arousal at the sight of us fucking like we were. “You should help your friend. Get her off,” I said. I’m not sure what made me say it. As far as I knew, Ellen hadn’t gone through an experimental phase with girls and had shown no interest in other women. But I could tell something was happening tonight. 

Ellen reached under Isis but I stopped her, “Your tongue, slut.”

She smiled at me and nodded, “Yes, sir.” She ducked under the two of us and I quickly felt the tip of Ellen’s tongue grazing my cock then working it’s way up to Isis’s clit. Isis squealed out at the touch then went back to her whimpering, moaning, screaming, begging symphony.

I continued fucking her like that for several more minutes, enjoying the sounds she’d make as I’d change pace or angle. If I slowed down too much, the begging resumed. If I gave her hard, sharp thrusts, she whimpered. When I rammed her hard, fast and rapidly she screamed in ecstasy. She came twice on my cock thanks to Ellen’s expert tongue before I finally felt my own orgasm approach. Remembering the discussion from earlier, I grabbed her hair as I pulled out and spun her around. She knew what I wanted. She wanted it to. Her tongue was out as she looked up at me. The look on her eyes looked almost worshipful. “Please paint my face with your cum, Master. Make me a pretty slut for you.”

“You’re already pretty, Isis,” I said.

“But I want to be a pretty cum covered slut for you. Please?” she begged.

It was so hot and filthy I couldn’t hold back. I blasted all over her face, covering her with several thick ropes of pent up cum. Ellen kissed me as I caught my breath and squeezed the last drops out. Isis simply stood there and licked her lips, enjoying the feeling of my hot cum covering her face. 

We didn’t stay too long after that. Ellen was practically overwhelmed with arousal and needed her own release. Isis seemed a little embarrassed that she’d allowed that side of herself to come out so easily. I just needed time to process what had just happened. We headed out and I looked over, Isis was still lying on the bed looking happily sated. Her fingers gently played with herself. “Was that good?” I asked.

“Amazing,” she said. “I loved the way you just… mmm… took control.”

A thought occurred to me, “How many times can you cum in a night?”

“Usually three or so. Why? Want to go another round?” she asked, very excited about the prospect. 

“Nope… I have another slut to fuck tonight,” I said as I grabbed my wife around the waist and pulled her close. She giggled excitedly at the prospect. “I want you to enjoy the feel of my cum on your face while you make yourself cum three more times.”

“Really?” she said in surprise.

“That’s what your Master wants,” I said with a smirk.

“Oh God… I did call you that didn’t I?”

“Yup,” I said with a laugh.

“Fuck that’s hot,” she said as she sank her fingers into her gaping cunt.

“Remember, no cleanup until you’ve had three more orgasms.”

“Yes…. Master,” she said. I looked at Ellen who shrugged and mouthed, ‘I love you’. 

“Now… let’s get you home so I can take care of you my naughty, scheming little minx,” I said as I smacked Ellen’s ass. She hopped a little and gave a cute squeak but didn’t complain one bit. “Hopefully I have enough to give you what you obviously need.”

We climbed in the car and she reached into her purse and pulled out a scrunchy for her hair. She put it deftly into a ponytail and reached for my zipper. “I’ll worry about getting you ready, you worry about how you’re going to fuck your slutty wife.”

And so she did. And so I did.