Shy Wife To Hot Wife Ch. 01 by WolfyLikes
Lucy was the one, the girl I wanted to share my life with. My only issue was that I wanted to share her with others too but she didn’t know that yet,
Lucy was beautiful, but the kind of strict upbringing she’d had she didn’t think so, she didn’t like how she looked. An only child, she’d been bought up wrapped up in cotton wool by her parents and didn’t have much self-confidence. I knew she was a virgin when we met at nineteen years old, and it took me three months to convince her to even go for a drink with me.
Her parents being strict meant sex before marriage was out of the question, something that had been drilled into Lucy that she fully believed it too, and they weren’t about to give their daughter up easily. I knew Lucy had started to have more trust in me when I convinced her to let me finger her, and then her giving me a hand job while her parents were out. I’d promised her I wouldn’t rush her into anything she didn’t want to do, and after a while, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to do anything, she admitted that the feeling when she came was like a euphoria she’d never felt before. It was hoping her parents didn’t find out.
It took a while to convince her she didn’t have to hide under the bedsheets when she was naked, I even stood her in front of a full-length mirror to look at herself, while I showed her random pictures on my phone and showed her how good her body was compared to most. Once comfortable with that, the mirror became a staple use in our sex life, with Lucy watching herself while I fingered her, then watching herself while she sucked on my cock.
Two years after we’d first met and now Lucy loves watching herself in the mirror, watching her mouth envelope my cock, and then loving how my cum splatters her face or perfect 34B tits. She still covers up when we go out anywhere, she still doesn’t like the thought of anyone watching her and judging her though.
It took a while to win her parents around, but with them thinking I’d stuck around for two long years and their daughter was still pristine, in their minds anyway, they’d agreed to us getting married.
The wedding was quite lavish, with them leaving no stone unturned to make sure their only child got the day she deserved. We made our excuses later and went back to the bridal suite.
“I’ve bought you a special wedding present,” I laughed, “one you couldn’t open with the others.”
I handed her the bag and watched her eyes as she pulled it out. She looked at me and pulled a mock shocked face.
“A dildo, really?” she asked, “it looks real, it looks just like yours.”
“Yes, it can be our next thing to try together, after we get tonight out of the way obviously,” I told her.
We fucked, me letting Lucy get on top and ride me as slowly as she wanted, with it being her first time. The look on her face when she orgasmed for the first time with my cock inside her pussy will stay with me forever. Finally at 4 am, after the fifth fuck of the night, Lucy finally rolled over and lay flat on the bed, and fell asleep shortly after.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Now Lucy had lost her virginity she was full of questions and eager to try new positions. I’d encouraged her to use the dildo while I watched her, and she asked me to use it on her also. In the bedroom she was like a different person, outside of it she was still the same timid mouse. I had an idea about that.
“Hey. Let’s go swimming at the weekend,” I told her.
She pulled a face, knowing there’d be people there staring at her. I saw her grimace.
“It will be fun, we don’t have to stay too long if you don’t want to?” I said.
“Okay, but I’m not wearing a tiny bikini,” Lucy answered.
Even on the journey there, I knew she was still sceptical about being there. We had to change in the separate changing rooms, and walking into the large pool I saw her sitting on a bench on the side, her towel clamped around her. I took her hand and pushed the towel from her shoulders.
“People are watching,” she scolded.
“Get in the water and then they can only see your face,” I instructed.
She pulled a face but slid down into the water, looking all around her. I told her to relax, if they were looking it was because she was the most beautiful girl in there. I pointed out a very large plump woman, saying that nobody was looking at her and why not? Because she wasn’t pretty enough to be worthy of being looked at. There wasn’t anything wrong with her, she just wasn’t as attractive as others.
It took a while but Lucy started to get a lot more comfortable, swimming about and even lifting herself out of the water and sitting on the side with her legs draped down. I could her nipples poking a little at the material of her swimsuit but said nothing. Her long blonde hair hung wet and over one shoulder, cascading down the front of her body.
“Hey Danny, fancy seeing you here,” I heard a voice say, “and who’s this lovely lady with you?”
I turned to see John from work standing behind me, a huge smile on his face.
“Hey John, this is my wife, Lucy,” I told him, “Lucy, this is John, one of my work colleagues,” I turned to Lucy to say.
I saw her face drop and a look of slight fear came over her. John reached up and took her hand.
“Fucking hell Danny you’d done very well for yourself, she’s fucking stunning,” he exclaimed, kissing Lucy’s hand as he did so.
Lucy blushed, then looked at me and told me she needed the toilet and was going to get changed. I smiled and nodded. She turned and knelt before standing, and walked over and wrapped the towel around herself before walking off towards the female changing rooms.
“Great body as well as great looking, well done you,” John laughed, playfully punching me on the shoulder.
“Well It was good to see you but I’d better go and get changed too, don’t want to keep the lovely lady waiting,” I laughed.
Nothing was mentioned while we drove home, and I decided to let things lie, I knew how apprehensive Lucy got in public at times. We were sitting watching TV that evening when Lucy looked over at me.
“How long have you worked with John then?” she asked, “he seems nice enough.”
“Around a year now, he’s a good guy,” I answered.
“He’s never been around here,” Lucy continued.
“No, I know what you’re like with people so I don’t ask people to come to our house. This is your safe space,” I told her.
“Oh Danny, you don’t have to not invite people because of me,” she frowned, “anyway, John seemed quite nice, I quite liked him, I wasn’t as nervous around him as I normally am.”
“He liked you too, looks and body,” I laughed, then stopped.
Maybe that should have been kept in my head. Lucy went quiet, and then a few seconds later she turned to me again.
“You think he fancies me, doesn’t that bother you?” she asked.
“No, it shows me, and you, that other people think you’re beautiful too,” I answered diplomatically.
“He had really nice broad shoulders and a tight chest,” Lucy giggled.
She ran off upstairs and I carried on watching TV, then Lucy reappeared with the dildo in hand. She had a devilish look on her face. She walked over and stood right in front of me, then stuck the dildo to the coffee table. She quickly stripped and then got me to undress too. She lowered onto the dildo, then pulled me to her and sucked my cock until I came all over her face. Laying in bed later she told me it had felt weird having two cocks inside her. Weird, but very nice. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
She’d used the dildo a few times previously, but after that night for the next week, it was all the time. If I fucked her she had the dildo in her mouth, if she was giving me a blowjob the dildo was stuffed into her pussy. The mirror got a special view as she rode the dildo while blowing me, watching herself in the glass as she did so.
I wasn’t complaining, but I wondered to myself if she was thinking about John. This double penetration thing seemed to have started since we’d met John. I told myself it couldn’t be, we were happily married, and she didn’t know about the thoughts in the back of my head about sharing her. Later, while I watched her pushing the dildo into herself I found myself imagining it was John’s cock and not the dildo. The idea intrigued me. That was the moment I wondered if I could get my shy timid mouse-like wife to sleep with another man. I didn’t dare mention it to her though, it would have to take some serious planning. Planning that Lucy herself helped with by accident.
“I’m going to my parents after work on Friday, dad will drop me off later too, so why don’t you invite John around?” Lucy told me.
“Well if you’re not here then I could do that, let me know what time you’ll be back and I’ll get him to leave before then?” I asked.
“No, it’s fine. It might be better if he’s still here, if I’m not comfortable I’ll just go upstairs and leave you to it,” Lucy offered.
We’d had a few beers and had been laughing a lot throughout the night when Lucy arrived home on that Friday night. She had loose-fitting jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a cardigan over the top of it, despite it being quite warm outside for the time of year. She paused and looked at John sitting on the other sofa from me, and blushed a little.
I patted the sofa next to me and she came and sat down, glancing at John again. I hadn’t taken much notice myself, but now I saw his top was a little tighter than I’d noticed, his chest muscles showing through. Lucy snuggled next to me, kissing me on the cheek before glancing at John again. She seemed oblivious at first, but then upon hearing a noise, she looked up at the TV.
“Oh god, what are you watching?” Lucy whispered quietly to me but John heard her too.
“We can turn it off if you want, but there isn’t long left of the film, I didn’t think you’d be back just yet,” I told her.
Lucy glanced up at the screen again where the porn film that John had bought over was playing. I heard her gasp as the screen showed a girl dropping her dress to reveal her lingerie underneath, then unzipping the guy on screen and then a close-up of her taking his cock into her mouth. Lucy gasped again, and then her hand rested in my lap.
“Your erection feels harder than ever,” Lucy whispered into my ear.
She glanced over at John, who was rubbing his hand across the front of his jeans. The bulge was obvious, his jeans almost as tight as his top was. His eyes locked with Lucy’s and he smiled. Lucy watched him for a few seconds, her hand still caressing my cock. She looked over at John again, who was now watching her more than the film itself.
“I think I’m going to go upstairs and leave you to it, I need the toilet anyway and I have to pop to work in the morning,” Lucy said.
“I can turn it off if you want?” I offered again.
Lucy squeezed my cock again and told me to carry on watching it, smiling at me as she did so. She looked over at John and told him she was pleased to meet him again, she just wished she wasn’t so tired. When I went to bed later Lucy was asleep, but the dildo was out and resting on the bedside table.
Lucy wasn’t at work long the following morning, I hadn’t been awake too long myself when she came home. She rushed towards me and gave me a big kiss. Someone was overly happy after being out I thought.
“Did you masturbate last night? I was asleep when you came to bed wasn’t I?” she asked.
“No, I didn’t, but did you? I saw the dildo was out of the drawer,” I replied.
Lucy blushed, then playfully punched my arm.
“I was watching myself give it a blowjob in the mirror, I think that film was in my head, I kept thinking about the girl in it,” she whispered.
“Did you notice what the scene was about then? I didn’t think you’d seen the first part,” I asked.
Lucy shrugged and asked me to explain.
“Her partner was sitting watching, the guy she was with was a stranger,” I said, studying her face for expression changes.
“What, he just let her give a stranger a blowjob in front of him, didn’t it bother him?” Lucy gasped.
“He’d invited him around, but don’t worry he joined in later too,” I laughed.
Lucy didn’t say much else, but I did know she was thinking about it through the day. Now and again I’d ask her something and I’d need to repeat myself as she was deep in thought. I smiled, wondering if she was pondering the film’s consequences. I partly got my answer later.
We ate our evening meal and then Lucy asked if there was anything specific to watch. I told her the latest episode of our favourite drama was on, but not much later on. She asked if we could watch a film then, which I agreed to. We watched the new episode but I could tell Lucy wasn’t as enthralled by it as normal. When it had finished I made some drinks and then asked what film she wanted to watch. She blushed before answering.
“I thought maybe we could watch that porn film together?” she asked.
“I can find porn to watch if that’s what you really want,” I told her.
“No, I want to watch that same film, I want to see what the rest was like,” Lucy smiled.
I found the film on the internet and then cast it so we could watch it on the TV. Lucy snuggled against me, writhing and gasping as we watched through the film. She recognised who the stranger was as he was always watching the couple, even watching them have sex at one point. Her hand wandered down and finding my erection, she kissed my neck undid my jeans and pushed them down, I lifted my legs a little to push them past my knees. As the girl on the screen started to undress, Lucy knelt on the floor.
She turned side on so she could still see the screen, then mimicked the actions of the porn girl. I stood over her as she knelt, sucking my cock and alternating between looking up into my eyes and looking at the screen. I stooped a little to pick up my phone and took a picture of her.
“What are you doing?” Lucy quizzed, “That’s not to show to anyone is it?”
I’d paused the film, then took it back a few seconds, then paused it again. I turned my phone towards Lucy so she could see both screens at the same time.
“Relax, it was for you, so you can compare yourself to the girl in the film,” I told her, “to show you that you’re as good as she is, that you’re as beautiful as she is.”
Lucy looked at the phone screen, then at the TV. She smiled, then frowned up at me.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel good aren’t you?” she asked.
“No, look at your body compared to yours, it’s almost the same, except you have a better arse. I’ll delete the picture if you want me to,” I replied.
She looked up at me and made me promise nobody else would see it. Once I’d promised, and told her that I’d send it to her and then delete it from my phone, she smiled. She looked back at the screen, then I saw her face light up.
“Don’t press play just yet, I’m going to the toilet first,” she told me.
I watched and then heard her leave the room and run upstairs. I heard her footsteps coming back downstairs and the door was pushed open. She came back in and stood by me. She reached behind herself and pulled her dress from her shoulders.
“These will have to do, they’re not quite as sexy as the ones she’s wearing though,” Lucy said as she let the dress slide down her body.
She wore a black bra that pushed her tits up to make them appear bigger than normal, and a pair of black knickers to match. She turned and giggled, showing me she’d bunched the knickers into her buttocks making them appear like a thong. She smiled again and placed the dildo on the coffee table.
“Press play then,” she said excitedly.
I stood over her again, but she waved me away and made me sit back on the sofa. She knelt, holding the dildo in front of her, again mirroring the girl on the screen who sucked the stranger. Lucy gagged a couple of times trying to take as much of the dildo in as the girl did with his cock. The scene changed with the partner now coming to join in. Lucy waved me up, then placed the dildo on the sofa and reaching behind herself, pulled her knickers to one side. As I fucked her, she sucked and slobbered on the dildo until she collapsed in a heap on the floor as she orgasmed.
We lay on the sofa together, the film had finished and the room in dark except for the table lamps we had switched on. I picked up my phone and sent Lucy the picture I’d taken earlier, plus a few more I’d taken since. She frowned at me, then smiled as I deleted them from my phone.
“We should watch porn more often,” Lucy laughed.
“Or we could make our own,” I smiled, “like if I video instead of pictures perhaps.”
Lucy didn’t answer but slapped my chest softly and laughed at my suggestion. For the rest of the night, I knew she was thinking about it as she was in a world of her own again.
Two nights later I came home from work and she wasn’t about. I called out to no answer, and then my phone pinged.
“Just gone to the shops with Sarah from work, will be back shortly,” the message read.
She came back with a couple of bags and went straight upstairs, then came down and helped me finish cooking our food. I asked what she’d bought and she said just a couple of tops, Sarah wanted her opinion on some dresses she wanted to buy. She said she wouldn’t have gone without Sarah. I knew what she meant, she didn’t like shopping at all, but she’d worked with Sarah for a couple of years and I knew she was the closest she had to a friend. While we watching TV later, she asked if John was coming around again any time. I told her that we hadn’t planned anything.
“I need to be honest with you, there’s a reason I haven’t asked him back yet,” I told her, “he admitted he’s watched that porn film back a few times and he imagined the girl was you.”
Lucy looked at me pensively, I could see her thinking.
“He’s been watching that film, imagining it’s me,” she said, “I assume he’s been masturbating while doing so?”
“I would have thought so,” I said cautiously, “that’s why I haven’t asked him, I didn’t want him staring and freaking you out.”
She sat quietly for a while, and I left the subject there. She needed to know, and I’d been intrigued to see her reaction. When she told me later to ask him to come around the following week I was a little surprised. She said she might go to Sarah’s, or failing that to her parent’s again.
A couple of nights later while I was sitting on the sofa she lay along it, head in my lap, feeling my cock start to grow as she started to rub her hand across my crotch. Just as my cock became fully erect, she ran upstairs giggling. I heard her enter the room again, and she called out for me not to look around. The main light went off, now the room was illuminated by the TV screen and the two table lamps. She walked around the sofa and I gasped. She stood in front of me wearing a black lacy bra and a matching thong. Her legs were encased in black nylon hold-up stockings. She reached down and picked up her phone, handing it to me.
“Let’s make a porn film then,” she giggled.
We fucked in different positions, Lucy taking more charge than normal. We swapped the phone around so each of us filmed depending on the position we were in. The dildo stuck to the coffee table, Lucy rode it hard while sucking on my cock. Feeling it pulse she pulled it from her mouth and wanked me hard.
“Cover my face in your cum John!” she cried out, just as I started to shoot.
Her legs shook as she came too, squirting over the coffee table as she came hard. I finished cumming and slumped back onto the sofa, then looked at Lucy as she looked a little embarrassed looking at the puddle on the table.
“Fuck, I’ve never cum like that before, it must have been because…” she said, then stopped in mid-sentence.
I didn’t ask, but I had a feeling she was imagining the dildo being a different person, like the stranger in the film. I didn’t let on that I’d heard her call out John’s name. I smiled to myself at the thought.
The next week seemed to be forever, and a few times I’d noticed Lucy watching the video we’d made. When John came around, Lucy went to Sarah’s straight from work. We’d had a couple of beers, then started watching a porn film that John just so happened to have bought with him again, when Lucy came home. She looked a little scared and sat next to me on the sofa. She said they’d been at Sarah’s when some of her friends turned up and persuaded them both to go to the pub. Lucy hated it, so made her excuses and got a taxi home.
John stood and said that he’d leave, but Lucy told him she didn’t want to spoil our night as it was still quite early. She looked at the TV screen and then looked at me.
“Are you watching porn again?” she laughed, “and without me too.”
John laughed, then told her he’d chosen this film as it was the same girl as the last film, the one that looked like Lucy. Lucy blushed but said if we’d started watching it then we’d better finish it. I waited for her to get up and go upstairs, but she picked up a bottle of beer and leaned against me while it played. I could feel her body tremble at certain points and noticed she kept glancing over at John. He had a noticeable bulge in his jeans again.
“It’s a pity John is here, I want to act this one out too,” Lucy whispered into my ear.
She fidgeted about a bit, I could feel her nipples poking through the top she wore. She rubbed her hand across my crotch.
“I’m surprised John isn’t masturbating over the pretend you on the screen,” I whispered to her.
John looked over at us, asking if I’d said something to him.
“Danny said he’s surprised you’re not wanking over me,” Lucy giggled, pointing at the screen.
I looked at her saying it so brazenly, then looked at the three empty beer bottles she’d already drunk since she arrived home. I guessed they’d help loosen her inhibitions a little.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” John asked, laughing out loud as he said it.
Lucy picked her phone up and pointed it towards him.
“Only if I can film you,” Lucy laughed.
She stopped laughing as John stood up and undid his belt and then undid his zip. He looked at me for approval first, then pulled his erection out into the open. Lucy gasped as he did so. His cock was around the same length as mine, eight inches long, but not quite as fat. Lucy held my hand while she filmed with her phone in the other. John stroked slowly, looking down at Lucy as he did so.
“Oh boy, look how hard it is, and how the veins stick out,” Lucy exclaimed.
She gasped and looked up into John’s eyes, then back to me, then to John again.
“She hasn’t seen another cock apart from mine,” I told John.
Lucy bit her lip, watching as he stroked, adjusting the phone to film from different angles. She kept looking back at me for assurance but quickly averted her gaze back to his cock. She giggled and asked if it had suddenly gone very hot in here.
“He could probably do with some help,” I told her.
She looked at me puzzled, then I mimed her taking her top off.
She handed me the phone, then sat on the coffee table and undid the top two buttons on her top. As she sat there, her legs spread a little and I could see her stocking tops. I moved around and filmed from below her, showing up her skirt. She bit her lip as I encouraged her to lean a little closer to him.
“Do you want to touch it for me?” John asked her.
Lucy shook her head to say no, then looked at me again. I smiled and told her that was fine, she didn’t need to, but John would need a little more encouragement. She frowned, then realised when I reached over and undid the next couple of buttons.
“You said you were warm,” I told her, smiling as I said it.
I could see her squirming as she sat there, she’d stop looking back at me now and was fixated on his cock, the trails of pre-cum now making his cock shine in the light. She took a deep breath and undid the last button, letting the top fall open. I smiled seeing her black lacy bra come into view, John made a wow sound upon seeing her pert tits in the lacy cups. Lucy smiled and looked up into his eyes.
“You like them then?” she asked.
John nodded, and Lucy reached back and undid the clasp, then playfully removed the bra and dropped it to the floor. She giggled as John stroked a little quicker, then gasped loudly as she pinched at her nipples. She stared at his cock while he stared down at her pretty pert tits.
“Fuck, I’m so turned on right now,” she groaned.
She twisted on the table a little more, angling her body towards John, his cock closer to her face. She parted her legs, showing her stockings off, and slid a hand between her legs. It slid into her black lace thong as she cried out as her fingers found her clit. She paused a little and raised her arse enough to pull her skirt off. Now had she sat back she leaned back a little and pulled the thong tight between her labia while she stared at his throbbing cock once more. For the last five minutes or so she hadn’t once looked at me to judge my reaction.
“Oh fuck I’m so wet,” she groaned as her hand slid into the thong once more, “are you as turned on watching?” she asked me.
I nodded and told her she’d probably be better if she removed the top and her thong too. She gasped, then giggled as she took them off.
“Fuck, this is so fucking naughty,” she cried out.
Her eyes started rolling as she rubbed quicker, three fingers sliding rapidly into her pussy, the other working her clit. She cried out she came, her body slumping back so she lay on the coffee table. John moved to be standing above her, his cock right above her face. He held his hand out to her. He pulled her hand up and left it hovering close to his cock, and he moved his own hands away.
She looked over at me, then called me to her. I stood opposite John while Lucy reached up and undid my zip, pulling my trousers down. She reached up and grabbed my cock while I filmed her doing so. As she stroked my cock, I smiled and nodded toward John. She twisted her head back to look at him, standing with his hands behind his cock, and reached up and stroked his cock too. She stroked both cocks in unison, getting quicker and quicker, pulling us both closer until we were inches from her face.
She smiled, then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She watched each cock in turn, biting her lip, then when she felt John’s cock start to pulse she loosened her grip on mine and used both hands to wank John until he came on her tits. Splash after splash flooded out, Lucy wanking him and rubbing his cock across her tits, teasing the end with her nipples, squeezing every last drop out of him.
“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” she cried out.
Immediately she grabbed my cock and wanked me hard. The sight of another man’s cum all over my wife’s tits was enough for me, and my load was added to his soon after. She lay back on the table again, wiping cum from her tits and licking the mixed load into her mouth from her fingers. She turned to look at the TV and laughed that the film had finished and we hadn’t watched it after all.
When John had left, after kissing Lucy on the cheek and thanking her for a lovely evening, Lucy slumped down onto the sofa and told me she wanted to watch the phone video back.
She wanked my cock while watching it, then as it finished she smiled up at me.
“So, when is John coming around again?” she laughed.