Date Night - Part 6

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"Which of these colors would you pick?"

You looked up from your phone to see your wife holding three tubes of lipstick in her hand. One was a dark shade of red, another was a brighter shade of red, and the third was a dark shade of pink.

"The pink," you replied, eliciting a smile. "Wait, why? What's this for?"

"It's date night," she said, "and I want to pick out the perfect lipstick."

Your wife turned and walked away. It wasn't until then that you noticed she was wearing a pair of exceedingly alluring lace boyshort panties that clung to her ass in the most perfect manner imaginable. You stared as she walked away and only when she'd rounded the corner did it dawn on you that you needed to find out why she needed the perfect lipstick.

You got up and rushed to the bedroom. Your wife was bent over the bathroom counter and her ass somehow looked even hotter as you approached. She was busy applying the pink lipstick and you couldn't help but think that you'd made the right choice, as it looked fantastic on her.

"Why do you need the perfect lipstick?" you asked.

She stood up, gently blotted the edges of her mouth to smooth out the lipstick, smiled at you in the mirror, and said, "Because I'll be sucking cock tonight."

Despite all that had happened since your date nights had taken a turn for the naughty, it still astonished you when your wife talked like that, so for a few moments you felt like you were in the bathroom with an entirely different woman than the one you'd married.

"Does the lipstick look good?" she asked as you stared.

It took a few seconds for the question to register before you nodded. "Yes, it looks perfect."

"Do you think my lips will look good wrapped around his big cock?" your wife asked.

Again you were astounded. "Wait, whose cock are you talking about?"

She put the cap on the tube of lipstick, set it on the counter, and walked right past you. You stared at her ass as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. A few moments later she turned the phone towards you and said, "This cock."

You stepped closer to get a better view and saw that your wife had indeed pulled up a picture of a guy holding his rather large cock. "Whose cock is that?" you asked.

"A guy I met on Tinder," she said.

You were dumbfounded. "Wait, what? You're on Tinder? How long have you been on Tinder?"

"A few weeks," your wife replied. "I took a few selfies and put up a profile. I said I was looking for casual fun, that I'm married, and that my husband wanted to watch."

In the blink of an eye you went from being dumbfounded and a touch frustrated to intrigued and more than a little turned on. "Wait, really?"

She smiled and nodded. "I'm not wrong, am I? You do want to watch, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," you admitted.

She held up her phone and said, "Well, tonight you get to watch me suck this cock. If it goes well and he's not an asshole, next week you'll get to watch my pussy cum all over this cock."

You stared at the cock in the picture and imagined your wife's lips wrapped around it. Arousal flooded your body - and your dick - and just like that you were nursing an erection. "Holy shit," you said. "This is amazing. You're amazing."

"I'm glad you think so," she replied. "We need to be there pretty soon, though, so I need to get dressed. I was thinking something slutty again. I mean, I'm not going over for dinner. I'm not even going over for sex. I'm going over there to suck his dick and swallow his cum while my husband watches."

Your legs wobbled a little at your wife's mention of swallowing another man's cum. She'd done it before, of course, but hearing her state it as her goal for the evening was so fucking hot.

"I love you," she said.

You looked up to see the biggest, brightest smile on her face. "I love you too."

"Eric said he'd be cool with you masturbating while you watched, though he also said he'd prefer you not get any cum on his furniture. I think I'd prefer it if you didn't cum, either, mostly because I'd like you to cum in my pussy when we get home," your wife explained. "Will that be okay with you?"

"Fuck yes," you replied.

She stepped closer, gave your cock a few strokes through your pants, and leaned in like she was going to kiss you. She moaned softly as her lips approached and you wanted nothing more than to feel them against yours, but instead she walked away and headed for the closet, leaving you stiff and desperate.

You weren't sure if you were going to masturbate while you watched, but you changed into a fresh pair of underwear and threw on a fresh t-shirt for good measure. After putting on deodorant you stepped back into the bedroom to find your wife looking at herself in the mirror.

She looked astonishing in a skintight, low cut, cropped top that she'd clearly paired with a push-up bra to make her breasts look especially good. She'd paired it with a short, pleated skirt and a pair of thigh high, high-heeled, shiny black boots. She looked slutty in the best way possible.

"God damn you look good," you said.

"I know," she replied. "It's crazy, but I like dressing up for nights like this. It's kind of like getting into costume. Depending on what I wear I feel like an entirely different woman."

"You look like an entirely different woman," you said.

"Do I look like the kind of woman that would suck a relative stranger's cock while her husband watches?" she asked.

"Honestly? Yes, you do," you replied. "And it's so fucking hot."

She looked gleeful. "I know, right?" She glanced at the nightstand clock and added, "Let's go. We don't want to be late."

You grabbed your wallet and keys, headed for the garage, and drove your wife to another man's house. She played with your cock intermittently on the way over and she had you in a state of wild desire by the time you pulled into the driveway of a nice-looking house.

"Are you ready for this?" she asked.

You nodded.

"Let's go then," she replied.

You both got out of the car and your heart pounded as you approached the front door. Your wife rang the bell and just a few seconds later the door opened.

The guy standing on the other side of the door looked at least five years younger than you. He was well-dressed and well-kept, though, and he couldn't stop smiling as he looked your wife up and down.

"Wow. You look even better than in your pictures," he said. "I mean, wow. You are so hot."

Your wife gestured to you and replied, "He said the same thing."

"Well, he's right," Eric said. "He is really, really fucking right. Come in. Come in."

He stepped aside and you and your beautiful wife stepped into his house.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked.

"Sure," your wife said. "I'll take a glass of wine or a beer, or a cocktail, actually. I'm not picky."

"Same for me," you added.

Eric smiled. "Great. Right this way."

He led you into the kitchen, grabbed a trio of glasses from the cabinet, and quickly whipped up a trio of cocktails, taking as many opportunities as he could to stare at your wife as he did.

"You know, you look good too," your wife said to him. "You're actually a little more muscular than I thought you'd be based on your pictures." She stepped closer and ran her fingers over his arm, making him smile. "I like that, though. There's something exciting about getting on my knees for a strong man with a big cock."

She was putting on a show and it was exceptionally hot. The bulge in Eric's pants was absolute proof that he found it alluring and you sported one too.

Eric glanced at you and for a moment there was a sense of awkwardness in the kitchen.

"You don't have to be worried about him," your wife reassured him. "He won't be weird, I promise. He's into this. Really into it. He's watched from afar before, but I wanted to give him the chance to watch from a lot closer. It's the least he deserves given his willingness to let me play with other men."

Eric finished the drinks and handed one to you and your wife before raising his glass, looking at your wife, and saying, "Well then, a toast to you, an absolute goddess of a woman. I honestly figured you wouldn't show up, that you were catfishing me or scamming me or something, and I couldn't be happier that you're here."

You all sipped from your drinks and then Eric took your wife's hand and led her out of the kitchen. She flashed a playful smile at you and followed him into the living room. They sat on the bigger of the two couches and your wife quickly cuddled up right next to him. You sat on the smaller couch, which afforded you a perfect view of everything that you hoped was about to unfold.

"So, you've watched from afar?" Eric asked.

You nodded as your wife sipped her drink and caressed his thigh. "One of the first times we did this, she went down on a guy in his car. I watched in the parking lot. I was pretty far away and I couldn't see much. Just her head bobbing up and down." The memory of that night came rushing back and with it came a flood of arousal. "It was...honestly, it was so hot."

Eric smiled and your wife leaned in and kissed his neck. "It was hot for me too," she said softly. "So much hotter than I thought it would be, honestly. Before that night I'd never done anything like that with a man. I think a handjob in the car - with my husband - was the wildest thing I'd ever really done. Something just...I don't know, something changed in me. It's like I unlocked this part of me that just wants to go wild, to be...well, to be kind of slutty, if I'm being honest."

Eric's hand found her thigh and his fingers moved in slow circles. Your wife moaned softly as he turned to her. She leaned in and their lips met for a kiss. That was all it took to get your cock hard, though all the teasing on the drive over certainly had you in a place of fairly intense arousal.

"You're a good kisser," Eric said.

"You too," she replied as her hand moved up and down the bulge that now ran down one of his pant legs. "And I have to say, your dick seems like it might be even bigger than it looked in the picture."

"Is that okay?" he asked.

Your wife nodded. "Every woman likes a big dick, Eric, though I'm sure you know that by now."

His lips curled into a knowing smile and he glanced at you as your wife leaned in and kissed his neck while stroking him over his pants with a bit more vigor.

"She's incredible, man," Eric said.

"I know," you replied.

"And you're really, truly into this?" he asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," you answered.

Your wife looked at you, smiled, and threw back the rest of her drink. Her eyes were alive with lust and you watched Eric's hand creep up her thigh, move under her skirt, and press against her panties. She spread her legs a little wider, giving him access and making it clear she was more than happy to let him have a little fun.

"Fuck, you're wet," Eric said.

"I know," she answered with a smile. "As it turns out, I really like the idea of sucking cock in front of my husband. Two months ago the notion would have horrified me, and now I'm soaked."

Your wife was soaked and you were hard as a rock. Your life - or your sex life, really - had changed with remarkable speed but you weren't the slightest bit disturbed by it. You were all in.

"I need to see it," you said.

She smiled. "Yeah? You need to see me suck his cock?"

"Yes. I do. I really do," you replied.

Your wife set her glass on the coffee table, turned to Eric, and kissed him with remarkable passion. His free hand found its way to her tits and he massaged them through her skimpy, low cut top before pushing his fingers into her bra. She moaned into his mouth while skillfully unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down to his knees. She had his underwear down a moment later and just like that her fingers were wrapped around another man's impressively large cock.

"You're so hard for me," she said.

"You're so fucking hot," Eric replied. "How could I not be hard?"

Your wife smiled. "Plus, you know you're about to get your dick sucked."

"There's that too," he said with a laugh.

Your wife slid off the couch and dropped to her knees in front of him. She took off her top and her bra, freeing her tits. Eric leaned down and played with them as they kissed. She stroked his dick the entire time, luring him into a deeper state of arousal as their tongues mingled.

"I need to feel your cock in my mouth," she said softly. Your dick throbbed at her words.

Eric sat back and your wife pulled his pants and underwear all the way off, spread his legs, and crawled closer. She looked up at him, leaned in, and kissed the head of his cock before smiling. She extended her tongue and licked his shaft like she was working a popsicle, only one that filled her with intense arousal.

Then your wife took another man's cock in her mouth. She moaned and swallowed a few inches of his thick shaft. He closed his eyes, rolled his head towards the ceiling, and moaned like a man lost in utter bliss.

She flipped up the back of her skirt, showing off her ass in those incredible boyshort panties. You stared at them for a few seconds as you listened to the sounds of a blowjob. Your wife seemed to be making an effort to make it a wet, semi-sloppy blowjob, perhaps because she wanted to put on a show for you. Whatever the reason, it sounded incredible and when you pulled your attention from her ass to watch the cocksucking, it looked breathtaking.

"Fuck...that's so fucking good," Eric said before taking a long sip of his drink.

There was something so hot about your wife servicing him, about him enjoying a drink while she greedily slurped on his cock. She was there to pleasure him and she was doing so because it turned her on. She was, after all, soaking wet. She was trying to turn you on too, of course, but this wasn't just for you and that was just so fucking hot.

She pulled her mouth from his cock and stroked the spit-soaked shaft as her attention turned towards you. "Is watching me suck cock as hot as you hoped for?" she asked.

"It's better," you replied.

"You can masturbate if you want," she said. "In fact, I'd find it kind of hot if you did."

You finished your drink, set the glass on the coffee table, and unbuttoned your pants. You freed your stiff cock, wrapped your fingers around it, and stroked slowly as your wife smiled.

She turned back to Eric, looked up at him, and then kissed her way down his shaft before taking his balls in her mouth. She moaned while licking and sucking on them and she slowly stroked the head, doing everything she could to offer him pleasure.

"This is so fucking hot," Eric said. "I wasn't sure I'd like you being here and watching, man, but I fucking do. It's just so fucking hot that you're watching your wife suck my dick."

Your wife moaned with his balls in her mouth and then licked her way up his shaft and took the head in her mouth once more. Her hand moved in concert with her lips as she sucked and stroked. Eric moaned louder and you saw the telltale look of pleasure on his face. You were suddenly quite certain that he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Holy shit," he said. "That feels so fucking good."

Your wife reached back and pulled her panties down to her knees. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and you heard the wetness. You could see it, too. You could see her glistening pussy and you loved that it was absolute proof of how much she enjoyed sucking cock while you watched.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, Eric," she said. "I want to swallow your load while my husband watches."

She took him in her mouth once more and you saw Eric's legs tremble with pleasure. He was close. You were desperate to cum, too, as you were watching the hottest thing you'd ever seen. You chose not to, though. You chose to hold off. Your dick still throbbed, though, as you watched your wife suck and stroke another man's dick in the hope that he would flood her mouth with a hot load she could swallow.

It happened just a few seconds later. Eric's deep, guttural moans filled his living room. Your wife moaned as she slowed her sucking and stroking and sealed her lips around the head of his pulsing dick.

His orgasm went on for what seemed like an extraordinarily long time, and when he'd finished Eric wore the biggest smile you'd ever seen. Your wife pulled off his cock, kissed the head softly, and swallowed.

"That was a huge load," she said.

Eric laughed. "That was a great blowjob. A truly great blowjob. One of the best I've ever had. I swear. You're incredible. You're amazing. You're...fuck...that was just amazing."

Your wife looked at you with a bright, beautiful, giddy smile. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

"More than I imagined possible," you answered.

She turned back to Eric, kissed the head of his cock once more, and then stood, pulled her panties up, and put her bra and shirt back on. "That was lovely, Eric, and if you're up for it I'd love for you to fuck me next Saturday. As long as my husband can watch."

"Oh, I'm up for it," Eric replied. "I'm up for anything you want."

"We'll be back next week, then," she said.

You put your cock back in your pants, stood, and walked out of Eric's house with your wife as he remained on the couch with a dazed look on his face.

"Was that really good for you?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, absolutely," you replied. "You?"

She stopped a few feet short of your car, took your hand, and guided your fingers into her panties. You found her pussy a few moments later and slipped inside her with ease. She was beyond wet. She was drenched. It had been exceptionally good for her.

"I need you to fuck me right now," she said. "In the car. I can't wait to get home. I need it right now."

You unlocked the car and climbed into the back seat. Your wife took off her panties, tossed them inside, and joined you. She freed your cock from your pants, straddled you, and took you inside her.

Her lips found yours and you shared desperate, passionate kisses as she rode you hard and fast. You thought of her sucking his dick, of him cumming in her mouth. You thought of the lips pressed against yours being wrapped around another man's dick. You thought of the tongue in your mouth being covered in his cum. Just like after the car blowjob, those thoughts filled you with the most intense desire.

"Baby, I'm close," you said. "That was all so fucking hot that I'm already close."

"Me too," she replied. "Me too!"

She rode you faster. Her breathless, wild, wondrous moans filled the car. She kissed your cheeks and neck. She nibbled on your earlobe. She worked you hard and fast with her exceedingly slick pussy.

Then you came inside her. You had a thunderous, deeply pleasurable orgasm while buried in your wife's utterly perfect pussy. She came too. Moments after you unleashed your orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure.

"Wow," she said.

"I know," you replied. "You're amazing. This whole thing...this was amazing. Thank you."

She kissed you softly. "No, thank you. Really. The fact that you're on board with all of this, that's amazing."

You wrapped your arms around her and pulled your wife close. "I love you. I love you madly."

She smiled. "I love you too."

"Oh, and I can't wait for next week," you added.

Her smile got bigger and brighter. "Me neither. Did you see how big he was? I can't wait to have that inside me."

You couldn't wait to watch.