Husband Shares Wife by ScottGreen,ScottGreen

Author’s disclaimer: I realize that the size of this story may dissuade potential readers from starting it. And to be fair, if you’re looking for a quick dive into some action, this story may not be for you. There’s just as much focus on the setups and seductions as there is on the payoffs themselves. On the other hand, if you’re into that sort of thing, I suspect you’re in for a treat.

All of that said, the story is broken into three distinct parts that make it more manageable. You don’t have to make it to the end for the good stuff to begin; each part has its own setup & climax. I debated posting each part separately, but I ultimately preferred to leave it as one coherent story.

And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.

PART 1

My wife Emmie and I had been married about 20 years when the following events took place. By all accounts, our marriage was a great one–sure, we had small disagreements, but on all the major points we were aligned. Some may find that surprising, given the story below, but if anything, I think it may have been the foundation for it.

Emmie is forty and still very attractive in a mom-next-door type of way. She has dark brown hair, pale skin with blue eyes, and a killer smile that is both innocent and mesmerizing. Plus, she has a body type that I describe as “casually hot”: no singularly stunning feature, but her curves were well-proportioned and fit her size well. But what really drew me to Emmie was her sense of humor. I found that her wit acted as a foil to my own–we could make a joke out of almost anything. I credited a good part of the success of our relationship to this; disagreements seem smaller if you can laugh at them together.

We had just one kid, Noah, who was just over halfway through his freshman year at college. Technically, that made us empty-nesters, I suppose, but I never felt like it applied to us. Our life seemed full even with Noah living dorm-life an hour away. Emmie was back to working full time as an RN at a level 2 trauma center, while I was still climbing the corporate ladder at a medical insurance company.

Our sex life was average. We’d been hot and heavy when we were younger, but both of our drives had cooled a bit after Noah. We still had sex, but it sometimes seemed like we were going through the motions more than anything. I don’t think either of us really minded, but after Noah left the house, I’d made more of an effort to rekindle our spark. I could tell Emmie seemed hesitant, though, and after a few discussions, she admitted her self-confidence had taken a bit of a dive over the years.

Obviously, I’m biased, but I still thought Emmie was very attractive, especially for her age. She’d been a dancer in her younger years, and although she had some extra cushion now, you could still see her athletic core underneath. I did my best to help build her confidence, but she never seemed to put much stock in my compliments (“you’re my husband, of course you have to tell me I’m pretty” etc.).

I could have kept pushing or suggested therapy, but after years of marriage, you get better at telling what’s worth fighting for and what isn’t. Even with boring sex, I was still very happy with Emmie. Besides, I’m more than capable of taking care of my own needs–thanks, Internet!

In the midst of my porn searches, I began to encounter different stories and videos involving hot-wives. At first, I was skeptical. I couldn’t understand what the hell was wrong with husbands who would be okay with their wives sleeping around with other men. To me, that just sounded like either the husbands liked being dominated indirectly or they were just looking for their own justification to sleep with other women. And maybe that’s true for some hot-wife husbands.

Eventually, though, I came to see a new side to hot-wives. It didn’t have to be about the husband at all. I realized it could be more about stoking a wife’s lust to the point that it overcame her own reluctance–which is basically the point of any sexual taboo. And unlike with cheating, there wasn’t the messiness of betrayal to worry about.

For a while, it was just a fantasy that I had. Hot-wife porn was a great way to indulge, but eventually I began to wonder if I would ever be able to experience it in my own life. Would I even want to? Would Emmie? I wasn’t sure, but I did know that I had now moved from hot-wife-as-fantasy to thinking about my own wife as a potential hot-wife. I never brought it up to Emmie, but the more I thought about it, the hornier it made me. I knew eventually I would need a release.

As luck would have it, I had my first chance sooner than I expected.

Emmie worked with another RN named Tyler, and they had formed a close bond over the previous year. Their friendship never bothered me, even when Tyler became newly single (his wife Shannon came out as a lesbian and left him). Tyler seemed like a real stand-up guy, but more importantly, he and Emmie never hung out together outside of work without me. Maybe that made me naïve, but I think even if Tyler wanted to try something, Emmie would have shot it down.

Tyler had a son, David, who was getting married, and he had invited the two of us to the wedding. We didn’t know anyone else there, but Emmie wanted to support her friend, and I was happy to tag along, for the open bar if nothing else. But I had another reason too.

Weddings are inherently horny affairs. The ceremony itself may be formal and proper, but the reception shows what the day is really about. Between the dancing, the liquor, and the loud music, it’s a recipe for lowered inhibitions. I had bottled up my hot-wife fantasy for so long that I was now seeing opportunities everywhere, and I told myself if there was a way to make something happen at the wedding, I was going for it; consequences be damned.

I saw my first chance soon after we had eaten dinner. The DJ had opened up the dance floor, and there was now a large group of wedding guests letting loose to the music. Emmie was tipsy by this point, wine glass still in hand, when Tyler walked over to our table.

“Thanks for coming guys, I really appreciate it,” he said, giving us both hugs. “It’s been a good night–I’m so excited for David and Kate. Not even Shannon and her girlfriend can bring me down.”

Emmie had told me how hard Shannon’s newfound sexuality had been affecting Tyler, and I could tell that despite the happy occasion, he was feeling lonely.

“Yeah, David and Kate make a great couple!” Emmie said cheerfully, slight slur in her words. I nodded my agreement.

Tyler looked at us both with a big smile that didn’t quite cover the sadness in his eyes. “Well, I hope you enjoy yourselves tonight. Be sure and have a dance for me. I’ve got some more people to greet, but I need some liquid courage from the bar first.”

As Tyler walked away, I was struck by an idea. I’d thought of a way to get Emmie feeling frisky… but I also needed a guy who could take advantage of it. Who better than someone she already liked, especially now that he was newly single?

“Poor guy,” I said, squeezing Emmie’s free hand as she drained the rest of her wine.

“Yeah, he really got a raw deal with Shannon. You’d think maybe you wouldn’t get married to a man if you weren’t attracted to them… but apparently not.”

“You should have a dance with him. See if you could cheer him up.” I said, feeling bold.

Emmie laughed. “You’re just trying to get out of dancing with me. Nice try, but it’s not gonna work.”

“I’m serious. Poor guy looks like he needs a confidence boost. Dancing with you would give any guy one.”

Emmie rolled her eyes. “Okay, now you’re just being silly. Besides, I’m not dancing with Tyler. That would just be weird.”

Well, so much for that, I thought. I needed another approach.

“Seems kinda mean to not throw a guy a lifeline when he needs it… but if you’re not up for dancing with Tyler, I guess I’ll volunteer. Would you dance with me, Emmie?”

Emmie kissed me on the lips. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, as she pulled me towards the dance floor.

We danced together through a few songs; some fast, some slow. With each song, Emmie seemed to be more uninhibited, whether due to the wine or her dancing brain taking over. As she became increasingly animated, I could tell her inner fire was being stoked. At the moment, she only had eyes for me, but if there was a way to change that…

I darted glances looking around for Tyler, but it looked like he was deep in conversation with relatives. Damn it, Tyler, I thought. You’re not making this easy for me.

While I was thinking of how to pry Tyler free, the current slow song ended. Rather than start a new song, the DJ announced that it was line-dance time. I’m not a fan of line dances, but Emmie loves them. I told her I was going to swing by the bar and walk around the venue until it was over. Secretly, I thought maybe it would buy me some time to get Tyler involved.

Once there were enough people on the dance floor, the DJ started one of the classic wedding line dances just as I picked up a beer. I was planning on making my way over to Tyler and steal him away, but in the minute I had turned my back, he had vanished. Well shit. Now what?

I made my way back across the reception hall, tossing a quick wave to Emmie who was now looking very sexy as she rhythmically moved across the floor. I even caught a few of the young groomsmen shooting glances at her. I felt my frustration growing that this might be the best chance I ever had to test my fantasy, and yet my one lead had disappeared. Maybe this was a sign that it wasn’t meant to happen.

In order to distract myself, rather than return to my seat, I went to the back of the venue and sat down next to a middle-aged guy who was also alone, beer in hand.

“Not feeling the line dance either, huh?” I asked. “I’m Scott.”

“Matt,” he said, offering a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Matt. You here for the bride or the groom?”

“Bride. Kate’s my niece. Honestly, ever since my divorce, I’ve thought weddings were a waste of time and money, but I couldn’t turn down her invite without looking like a jackass.”

“You came alone? Brave man,” I said sympathetically, but my brain was processing this new information. Just because Tyler wasn’t working out, didn’t mean my plan was totally a bust. This guy was only a bit older than me, and he was in remarkably good shape…

Matt chuckled in response to my comment. “Nah, not brave, just supportive. Besides, the view is nice,” he said, gesturing towards the line dancers, many of whom were women putting on their best show.

“Amen to that, friend,” I said clapping him on the back. I could now see another way for my plan to play out, and I decided to go for it.

“You see the woman in the middle row, towards our left? Black hair, blue dress?” Emmie was rocking her hips sensuously, moving like a woman half her age.

Matt’s eyes followed my directions. “Oh yeah, she’s hot. She definitely knows what she’s doing up there.”

“Yeah, she does,” I agreed. “Her name’s Emmie. She’s a former dancer. She’s my wife.”

“Oh shit. Sorry, man, I meant no offense,” Matt said hurriedly. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s all good. I mean, you’re right; she is hot.” I shrugged. “Can’t blame men for looking.”

“No, but some men would be bothered anyway. You’re a cool guy,” Matt said, sipping his beer.

I could tell that I was reaching a crossroads in the conversation. Was I going to keep pushing forward or end it and wait for another chance? After a swig of my beer, I decided to take the plunge. Who knew when I might get a better opportunity. Might as well see what happens.

“So, I’m gonna be super honest with you right now, Matt. Are you cool with that?”

“Uh, sure,” he said, uncertain of where I was going.

“Emmie’s in her element right now, but when she’s not dancing, her self-esteem isn’t as good as it used to be. I’m looking for a man who can help remind her of what she’s got.”

Matt looked at me suspiciously. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’ve tried for months now to convince her that she’s still attractive, but she just writes if off as me being husbandly. I need someone who’s not her husband to convince her.”

“Convince her? What, like tell her she’s hot?”

This was it. The moment of truth.

I leaned in, conspiratorially. “As a start, maybe. She needs to feel wanted by someone who she doesn’t think is obligated to want her. I told her I was leaving to take a walk and she’s had a few drinks. This is a chance for someone to get up and step in for a dance or two.”

“You want me to dance with her? Why didn’t you just say that from the get-go?”

“I don’t want you to JUST dance with her. I want you to dance with her… and then see how far you can go…” I trailed off, letting my words sink in.

Matt was silent for a second, and then laughed. “You’re crazy, man. You’re putting me on, aren’t you?”

I shook my head. “I’m dead serious. You have my permission to go as far as she’ll let you. Maybe she turns you down right away, maybe you get lucky, and you get a few dances, or maybe if things go well, you can find a quiet place to wander off to. You’re an attractive man. Who knows what might happen?”

Matt stared through me, no doubt still trying to decide if he believed me or not. After a moment, he appeared to have made up his mind. “Look, man, I still think you’re crazy. But if this is really what you want, I’m up for playing your game. Sounds more fun than drinking back here, at least. More than likely, she shoots me down right away… but if she doesn’t, you sure you’re not gonna regret it? She is your wife after all. I’m not looking to cause any bad feelings.”

“Not a chance,” I said emphatically. My blood was already racing. “I’ve been waiting for a chance like this for months.”

“Suit yourself,” Matt said, finishing his beer. He stood up and smoothed out his shirt. “Wish me luck, I guess.”

“Good luck,” I said, and I meant it. “I’ll be here.”

As Matt made his way to the dance floor, the line dance was finishing. An upbeat song started, and I could see Emmie turning around, looking for me. I quickly ducked behind a nearby pillar but peeked around so I could watch Matt’s attempt.

To Matt’s credit, he showed no hesitation walking directly to Emmie, who was still on the floor as the music began to pump again. I could see him gesture and talk to Emmie, who gave a dismissive handwave in return, as she began to walk away. Damn it.

As Emmie began to move past Matt, he turned to say something in her ear. Emmie paused as Matt whispered, and then she laughed. Surprising me, she turned back to Matt, shrugged in a what-the-hell gesture, and returned to the dance floor with him.

I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t seen Emmie accept a dance from another guy since before we were married, and although I’d hoped Matt would pull it off, I realized that I didn’t expect him to succeed.

As the song continued, Emmie kept her dancing mostly playful and much tamer than her line dancing had been. Matt–who I could tell was also a confident dancer–matched her energy, at least at first. He slowly began working in more body-rhythm movements into his initial dad-style dances, but not enough to come off as overly flirty.

Emmie must have been feeling competitive, because she began dancing more seriously too, and focused more of her attention on Matt, rather than in her own space. They began to develop a rhythm of their own–Matt would do a move, and Emmie would respond in kind. They weren’t touching, but the distance between them had lessened.

Before I knew it, though, the song had finished. That may have been the end of things, but as the DJ began the next song, Emmie shouted with excitement–the song was one of her favorites from high school. She had used it in some of her dance routines back in the day, and despite the years, she clearly hadn’t forgotten her moves. She went all-in, rocking and bouncing to the beat, apparently oblivious to everyone around her.

Matt, on the other hand, was not so oblivious. His gaze was focused solely on Emmie, and I could tell he was becoming as infatuated with her as I did the first time I saw Emmie dance. He slowly danced his way closer to Emmie, trying to match her style. Emmie kept her flow but adjusted it slightly to incorporate her new partner’s dance too. Soon, their dances had merged into one.

I couldn’t believe how well this was going. Their eyes were locked on each other as they responded to each other’s movements. And with each movement, they drew closer and closer together until only inches separated them. They weren’t grinding on each other, but they weren’t far from it. Despite myself, I could feel an erection stirring.

Then the song was over. I felt my anticipation rising. How much longer was Matt’s luck going to hold?

A slow romantic song came on, and Emmie seemed to come back to herself. She glanced back to my (still empty) seat, but before she could contemplate leaving the floor, Matt took her hand. Emmie looked back at him with surprise, as he leaned in once again to whisper in her ear. He spoke for several seconds–Emmie first looked confused, but then she smiled and nodded. She allowed Matt to pull her towards him, as they began slowly rotating together in time to the music.

This was incredible! Apparently, I’d made a great call with Matt–the man had game. I pondered what he could have said to Emmie to get her to go against her natural instincts, but I quickly became re-fixated on watching them.

Matt and Emmie had joined in the traditional wedding slow-dance position. They held hands on one side, while Matt had one arm wrapped around Emmie’s lower back on the other. Emmie had her free arm gently pressed against Matt chest. At first, she passively followed Matt’s lead while casually scanning the venue. I made sure to pop back behind my pillar as her gaze passed over where I was hiding–was she looking for me? Or just taking in the view?

Matt said something to Emmie that made her laugh as she refocused her gaze on him. They stared into each other’s eyes as they continued their turning. Having been on the receiving end of Emmie’s blue-eyed stare, I know it’s enough to make any man’s heart race. I’d no doubts that Matt was now just as invested in this ploy as I was.

As if confirming my thoughts, Matt dropped Emmie’s hand and pulled her in next to him. Emmie allowed herself to be enveloped by Matt’s arms as she dropped her head onto his chest. They spun like that, fully pressed together, until the song ended.

I didn’t even notice my erection as I mentally willed Matt to take the next step–If he wanted to keep things going, this was his chance.

Unfortunately, as the song ended, Emmie separated herself from Matt. I could tell she was flustered… and then, to my dismay, she immediately darted off the floor. She made her way back to our table, where she sat and drained a glass of water.

Matt was still on the dance floor, looking unsure of what to do next. He must have decided his luck had finally run out, because he made his way back to me.

I stepped from behind my pillar, eager to get the details from Matt.

“Wow, your wife is one hot lady. You’re a lucky man,” he said, cheeks still slightly red.

“You don’t have to tell me. I can’t believe you managed to pull that off–how did you get Emmie to slow dance with you?”

Matt grinned. “Easy. Same way I got her to dance with me in the first place. I told her my ex was here and rubbing her eye candy in my face; I asked her if she wouldn’t mind helping me get a bit of revenge.”

“Well, it worked,” I said, impressed at his quick thinking.

At that moment, my cell phone buzzed–it was Emmie. Guess I was being missed after all. Still, Matt had gotten far enough to give me plenty of future fantasy material.

“It’s her,” I told Matt. “She’s probably wondering where the hell I went to.”

“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Matt shrugged.

“It may not be over just yet,” I said, as I answered the phone. I had another idea.

“Scott?” Emmie sounded slightly breathless. “Where are you?”

Time to see if I could keep the game going. “Hey, babe. I’m… actually in the bathroom. I must have eaten something that didn’t agree with me, because I’m slightly dying right now. Sorry I didn’t let you know sooner–I was hoping I wouldn’t be this long.”

“Are you okay?” I could hear the worry in her voice. “Do we need to leave?”

“No, I’m fine. Or at least, I will be. I’m not sure I could make it home like this though, so I’ll just stay here for the moment. Don’t worry about me–you enjoy yourself and I’ll let you know when I’m through the worst of it.”

“You sure? You need me to get you anything?”

“No, I just need to ride this out. I’ve got water in here with me, plus my phone. I’ll be fine. Go meet some people and have fun. I don’t want to ruin your evening.”

“Well, you let me know the second you need something, okay?”

“Okay, will do. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she said, as she hung up.

“What was that about?” Matt said, eyeing me inquisitively.

“Just bought you another chance, my friend,” I said. “Told Emmie I was stuck in the bathroom, and she should enjoy herself while I was unavailable.”

“You really are crazy,” Matt said, but I could tell he was impressed. “So, you want me to go dance with her some more now?”

“Actually, I was thinking about something else. I think we can take this further… if you’re still up for it?”

“Oh, fuck yeah I am,” Matt said. “What did you have in mind?”

I mentally drew a map of the venue. The reception itself was taking place exclusively in this building, but it was located in an old factory district surrounded by empty alleys and buildings. Lots of dark, hidden places to find. The trick was to find somewhere private… that I could still view without being seen. I thought I knew just the location–I’d noticed it earlier while hunting for the bathroom.

I shared my plan with Matt, who nodded approvingly.

“The biggest hurdle I think you’ll have is convincing Emmie to go with you. But if you can do that, I think you might get pretty far.”

“You really still comfortable with this?” Matt asked. “Your wife’s pretty fucking hot–I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop if we reach a certain point.”

“You can do anything with her that she lets you do,” I said firmly. “Just bring your A-game.”

“I will do my best, I can guarantee that.” Matt laughed. “I’m not sure who wants this more now, you or me.”

I laughed too. “Hopefully, we’ll both get lucky tonight.”

Matt took a deep sigh and turned back around. “Okay, here goes.”

As planned, Matt returned to the center of the venue and made his way over to where Emmie was seated. This was going to be the critical point–would Emmie go along?

I retreated behind my pillar again as I watched Matt engage Emmie in conversation. Emmie seemed friendly enough, but all signs of flirting were gone, I was disappointed to see. Matt must have realized this was going to take a bit of work, because he pulled up the chair next to her and sat down.

They talked for several minutes, and I could tell that Emmie was gradually becoming re-engaged. In a subtle move, Matt placed his arm on the back of Emmie’s chair, but she seemed not to notice. Their conversation continued, and Emmie began to laugh more and more frequently. She even playfully pushed Matt’s leg at one point. Very good sign.

And then Matt stood up. He had a smile on his face as he said something to Emmie and gestured to the door. Emmie looked unsure for a brief second, but then she did a fuck-it gesture and stood up too. Matt made his way out one of the venue’s side doors, holding it open for Emmie, who was right behind him.

Holy shit! Was this really happening? Was my wife really wandering off with a stranger?

I quickly left my position from behind the pillar and made my way out the same door they had just left, not worrying about hiding myself anymore. The door led into one of the alleyways between the venue and an abandoned building. I’d remembered seeing a semi-hidden alcove tucked behind the venue itself, which seemed isolated, but there was a window in the neighboring building that looked down upon it. It was this building–fortunately unlocked–that I now entered. Using my phone’s flashlight, I found the stairs that led to the second floor and used my mental map to locate the window I’d noticed earlier. Once I found it, I turned off the phone light and crept slowly to the pane. Sure enough, Matt and Emmie were just below me in plain view. Hopefully, they didn’t look up.

They were both reclined against the side of the building, facing each other, only a foot or so apart. Matt was speaking, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I decided to take a chance and push the window up slightly. Fortunately, it went up without a sound.

“Rachel’s gonna be so mad at me, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” Matt’s words were coming in clear now.

“Always happy to participate in a revenge plot,” Emmie laughed. “Especially against a toxic ex.”

“Oh, Rachel deserves it all right,” Matt said. “But seriously, though. You’re great. Your husband is a lucky man to have someone like you–hot, good sense of humor, not to mention one hell of a sexy dancer.”

“Thanks,” Emmie blushed. “But don’t sell yourself short, you seem like you’d be a great catch for the right woman. Rachel must have been out of her mind to let you go.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so, at least,” Matt said. He stared at Emmie for a moment, before he slowly inclined his head and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Thanks–for everything,” he said softly.

As he started to draw back from Emmie, he turned his face towards hers, as if trying to steal her gaze. Emmie tilted her face towards his as they locked eyes. They stayed in that position for a couple seconds, faces inches apart, staring at each other… and then Matt leaned in.

Their kiss was delicate at first, but it quickly picked up steam. One kiss turned into two, which turned into several. Matt pushed his body against Emmie’s as she sunk against him. A light moan escaped Emmie’s mouth. Matt’s hands moved from his sides to grasp Emmie’s face as he began to make out with her. Emmie’s own hands wrapped around Matt’s body, pulling him in.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My wife of twenty years was giving herself to a stranger, a man she literally met just minutes ago–and it was hotter than I’d ever imagined it would be. My erection was rock hard as I pulled it out and began to stroke, eyes fixated on the scene below me.

Matt shifted his weight slightly, gently pushing his leg between Emmie’s. He kept kissing her as his hands began to explore her body; first her back, then her ass, then back up again. Emmie began her own exploration, running her hands along Matt’s stomach and chest.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Matt whispered between kisses. As he pulled back slightly, I could see his cock straining against his pants.

Emmie just moaned quietly in response. Her dress had pulled up slightly, trapped against Matt’s leg. Matt took the opportunity to use one hand to begin rubbing the exposed thigh, as he began kissing down Emmie’s cheek and neck. Emmie tilted her head back, eyes closed, face locked in pleasure. She moaned again.

Matt made his way down to her chest, stopping just above where her dress began. I thought Matt was about to tear it off, but instead he used his free hand to gently fondle Emmie’s breasts through the fabric before returning to kissing her on the lips.

Having explored Emmie’s top half, though, Matt turned his attention to her bottom. He pushed his leg further between Emmie’s, drawing up her dress even more. He used both hands to caress her thighs, alternating rubbing and kneading them. Emmie responded by grabbing the back of his head and kissing him even more forcefully.

I could see Matt was slowly working his way closer and closer to her center–a place that hadn’t been touched in decades by any man but me. When Matt reached the very top of Emmie’s leg, he used one hand to lift her dress up completely, revealing her black lacy underwear. His other hand must have kept moving, because Emmie gasped.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Matt said, as he readjusted his body again. I don’t know if he did it for my benefit, but he switched out his legs from underneath Emmie’s body, allowing me full view of what his hand was doing.

Matt was rubbing Emmie’s mound through her panties, slowly and gently, as Emmie continued to press against him. Emmie still had her eyes closed, but her mouth was now slightly open as she responded to Matt’s touch.

Matt took his time, continuing to rub without changing his pace. I could hear Emmie’s breathing becoming heavier, when Matt decided to take it to the next level. He pushed the bottoms of Emmie’s panties to the side, exposing her pussy to his fingers. I almost blew my load then, but with great mental effort, I drew myself back from the brink. I wasn’t ready to be done yet.

Emmie’s breath was now becoming ragged as Matt’s fingers were now directly rubbing her womanhood. While maintaining that motion, he slipped first one finger inside her–and then two more. I could see Emmie begin to shiver as Matt finger-fucked my wife.

“Oh fuck,” Emmie moaned as her legs began to tremble. “Oh fuckkkkkkkkk.”

One of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever seen overtook Emmie as she pressed herself against Matt’s hand, his fingers still moving inside her. She spasmed for several seconds as Matt finished her off.

Emmie’s eyes opened, and she stared at Matt breathlessly. “Holy fuck that was intense!”

“Fun’s not done yet,” Matt grinned. He stepped back from Emmie as he reached down for his pants zipper. Pulling it down, he adjusted his pants slightly, allowing his fully erect cock to spring free. He then stepped towards Emmie and pulled her dress back up. Her underwear had slid back into place, but it was all that separated Matt’s cock from her pussy. As he pushed his hips in towards hers, it was obvious what he was trying to make happen.

“Sorry, I can’t,” Emmie said, shaking her head slightly.

“Sure, you can,” Matt said as he rubbed the head of his cock against her panties.

I almost came again right there but somehow managed to keep it together.

“No,” Emmie said, this time pushing Matt back away from her. “I have something else first.”

Matt seemed disappointed (as was I!) but he didn’t argue. Maybe he was afraid of pushing his luck with me. Or maybe he thought Emmie was aiming to extend their session a bit longer. Either way, he complied.

Emmie reached behind her back and pulled down on her dress’s zipper partway, exposing the top of her chest. She pulled her shoulders out of the dress straps, then reached back behind her and undid her bra clasp. It snapped open, and she pulled her breasts free. Matt stood there watching intently as he slowly stroked his cock.

Emmie then walked forward until she was just in front of Matt and tossed her bra onto the pavement between their feet. I momentarily wondered what she was doing–but was immediately distracted when she reached out to grasp Matt’s cock. Matt stopped stroking and allowed Emmie to take over.

Emmie’s touch was gentle and curious; for several seconds she simply stared at Matt’s cock as she used her fingertips to trace up and down its length. With her other hand, I saw her pull up her dress and reach towards her panties. At first, I thought she was going to masturbate, but then I realized she was lubricating her fingers with her own juices. Once they were saturated, she grabbed Matt’s cock with that hand too, sliding her juices along it.

It was Matt’s turn to moan as Emmie began to pump her hands on his cock, slowly but firmly. She masturbated him for just a short moment, before slowing to a stop. I felt blue balls on Matt’s behalf, but Emmie wasn’t done. She switched her gaze from Matt’s cock to his eyes as she gently lowered to her knees, resting them on the bra she had dropped earlier. His cock was now directly in front of her face. She glanced up at him, letting the moment sink in.

After a pause, Emmie slowly reached out and took Matt’s cock in her hands. Still staring into Matt’s eyes, Emmie opened her mouth and used the tip of her tongue to lick the end of Matt’s cock. It was almost playful, but the intensity of her blue-eyed stare made it incredibly hot. She then swirled her tongue on his cock’s head before taking the tip of it into her mouth. She formed a seal with her lips around his girth, and I knew from experience that she was still teasing the head with her tongue.

Matt gasped as Emmie began her work. Her hands slowly began to stroke the base of his cock while she used her mouth to focus on its tip. Emmie alternated between staring into Matt’s eyes and staring at his manhood as it seemed to swell against her lips. The pace of her hands stroking increased, as did her noises of enthusiasm as she sucked more and more vigorously. Matt’s hips began to pump as he tried to force his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Emmie obliged, and soon she was almost taking his entire length as it pistoned in and out of her mouth. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with each push.

“Holy fuck you’re good at that,” Matt gasped.

“Mmmmmm”, Emmie acknowledged, moaning onto his cock. She stared up at Matt with her innocent blue eyes, breasts bouncing, lips still fully wrapped around him. I’d no doubts he’d be remembering that sight for years to come.

They maintained their intensity; Emmie rapidly stroked the base of Matt’s cock with her hands as Matt continued to face-fuck her. I was once again reaching completion, when I saw Matt stiffen.

“I’m gonna cum!” he hissed. He started to pull free from her mouth, but Emmie pulled him back towards her, keeping her lips locked around the head of his cock. Even from above, I saw his cock jump as it pumped his seed into her mouth. Emmie made gagging sounds as she used her hands to help work the cum down his shaft, taking it all. I allowed myself to climax as well, shooting my load onto the floor.

After several seconds, Matt finally finished, and Emmie released his cock with a gasp. A small amount of semen leaked from her mouth, but she had swallowed most of it. She stood up slowly as she began to redress herself.

Matt stood there, his cock falling limp against his pants. He regained his breath silently for a few moments, before whispering, “that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.”

Emmie just smiled as she pulled her bra and dress back into place. She smoothed out her hair and asked Matt, “how do I look?”

“Like a goddess,” he replied.

“No need for flattery now!” Emmie said teasingly, “You already got your dick sucked!”

“Yeah, no shit. But it’s not just flattery, it’s true.” Matt said, earnestly.

“Well, thank you for saying so,” Emmie said, as she walked up to Matt and kissed him on the cheek. “And thanks for giving me a fun night.”

“It was my pleasure,” Matt said, as he watched Emmie head back towards the venue.

I waited until I heard the door close, and then I spoke through the open window.

“Well, Matt, did you enjoy yourself?”

Matt jumped, before looking towards the sound of my voice. “You got to see all of that then?”

“Oh yes,” I confirmed. “And it was even hotter than I imagined. Thanks for partnering up with me; I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Matt said emphatically. “That was incredible.”

“Yes, it was,” I agreed. “But it’s probably time for me to track her down. I’m sure she’s wondering why she still hasn’t heard from me.”

“Yeah, you’re right. And I think it’s time for me to leave too–doubt anything else is going to top this tonight.” Matt paused. “So, no regrets?”

“Absolutely not. Enjoy your night, friend,” I said, as I closed the window.

I made my way back to the venue, but rather than go inside, I took the long way around to the men’s room. The reception still sounded like it was going strong, but I didn’t want to risk running into Emmie en route. As it was, I was worried enough that she would be posted outside the bathroom waiting for me, but fortunately that wasn’t the case. I made my way to a urinal, relieved myself, and then called Emmie.

She answered on the first ring. “Hey, honey!” she said happily, no sign of anything unusual in her voice.

“Hey, I think I might finally be in the clear. Sorry I had to abandon you. You ready to leave soon?”

“Yeah! I’ll meet you at our seat?”

“Be there in a minute.” I couldn’t resist adding, “Did you have fun while I was occupied?”

Emmie paused for just a fraction of a second before responding, “Eh, not really. Haven’t seen Tyler in a while, and I don’t know anyone else here. You know how I feel about interacting with strangers.”

Not as well as I had thought, apparently.

“Fair enough. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I made my way back to our seat, and if I hadn’t known better, I would have assumed Emmie had never even left the table. We picked up our party favors, wished the bride and groom a hearty congratulations, and returned to our car. Once I had started it up, Emmie said that she must have been more tired than she had thought because she was going to nap on the way home.

As she predicted, Emmie slept the 30-minute. Driving silently, I began to think about what had just happened, and what it might mean for us moving forward. I still thought it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, but now we had to deal with the aftermath. I’d hoped I didn’t come to regret my part in making it happen.

The rest of the night was uneventful. When we arrived home, we both went through the motions of getting ready for bed. Neither of us talked much; no doubt we were both reliving that night’s events. I just hoped Emmie took my quietness for exhaustion–the result of my alleged time stuck in the bathroom. We wished each other goodnight, said our I-love-yous, and went to sleep. Surprisingly, I was out quick.

The next morning, the fallout began.

I was cooking our traditional Sunday breakfast (eggs, bacon, etc.) when Emmie came up behind me and gave me a deep hug. When I turned around, tears were streaming down her face. My heart sank.

“I think I did something bad,” she dribbled out in a wet gasp.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I said, putting down my spatula as I pulled her into a tight hug.

We just sat there for a few minutes; me holding Emmie as she sobbed.

Eventually, Emmie shared her “infidelity”, although it came in bits and pieces. She did confess the highlights of what had happened, although understandably she left out many of the details, including how close they had come to going all the way. But this was my mess just as much as hers; I needed to make it right.

“Emmie, listen to me.” I said gently, but firmly enough to interrupt her crying. “It doesn’t bother me in the slightest that you did this. Do you understand? Not in the slightest. I know you love me, and I love you. You were just having fun with someone who you don’t even know. It doesn’t mean anything, right? We’re the only ones who matter.”

Emmie looked like she couldn’t believe my words. “I mean, maybe, but that still doesn’t make it right! How could you not be bothered by this? I feel like such a slut! I’m a married woman and a mom, not some twenty-year-old discovering her sexuality for the first time!”

“Did you feel attractive?”

“I don’t see why me feeling attractive or not matters at all,” she said, exasperated.

“It matters because that’s all I want for you. You’re my wife and nothing will change that. None of this other stuff means anything unless we make it mean something. And the only thing I want it to mean is that you realize that you are sexy and deserve to feel sexy. I’ve been telling you this for years–if getting to third base with a stranger is what it takes for you to believe me, then so be it.”

Emmie sighed and sat back against the kitchen island. “I don’t know how you can be so okay with this. I’ve been beating myself up about it all morning.” Emmie suddenly looked at me accusingly. “Wait, you haven’t been involved with another woman, have you?”

“You’re the only woman I could ever want,” I responded truthfully. I stepped forward and kissed the top of her head. “And if I’m being honest, the more I think about it, it’s actually making me kind of hot what you and that random guy were up to. If you’re a slut, what does that make me?”

“That’s messed up,” Emmie said, but she gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Most guys would be ready to track the bastard down.”

“I’m not most guys,” I shrugged, as I kissed her again.

“No, you’re not,” Emmie agreed, “but that’s why I married you.”

A part of me felt bad about not confessing my part in the night, but I also could sense that if I rocked the boat any more, it might capsize, right after I’d worked so hard to stabilize it. So, I kept quiet.

PART TWO

~~TWO MONTHS LATER~~

After the wedding, Emmie was like a woman reborn, at least in terms of sex. We made love more frequently, more passionately, and with more creativity, than we had in a long time. We even began to role-play a bit, with me being a stranger and Emmie being the unavailable woman I was committed to seduce. We didn’t talk about the wedding night again, but I thought our role play sessions spoke for themselves. They often led to our most intense climaxes.

Even though my hot-wife fantasy had been fulfilled, and our sex life was the best it had ever been, a part of me wanted more. Unlike at the wedding, I didn’t actively try to push Emmie into an encounter with another man, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t creating small opportunities. When we needed a plumber at the house, I made sure to schedule it when Emmie was there alone. I eagerly watched our home cameras when he arrived, but nothing untoward happened. Another time, I “accidentally” scheduled a pizza delivery during Emmie’s evening shower time–and then left for an urgent item at the store. When the pizza guy rang the doorbell, Emmie did answer in a towel… but the pizza guy was apologetic and embarrassed rather than aroused. And I got fussed at when I returned.

Still, life was good. We found out that Tyler’s son David and his new wife Kate were expecting–“I’m so happy for Tyler. He needs the boost,” Emmie had said. I got promoted at work. Noah was acing his classes. I had no complaints. And yet…

Noah had two high-school friends, Chris and Loren, that he kept in regular contact with, despite the fact they went to trade school rather than follow him along to college. They were an unlikely trio–Noah was the nerdy friend while Chris and Loren were football stars. Despite their differences though, they had a lot in common. All three shared a similar sense of humor, all three loved video games, and maybe most importantly–none of them really fit into traditional cliques. Noah was nerdy, yes, but he was also confident and did well with the girls in his class. Chris and Loren were athletes, but they were also intelligent and interested in traditionally uncool hobbies. They managed to find each other in middle school, and they’d had many gatherings and sleepovers at our house in the years since. Emmie and I were the “cool parents” as Chris and Loren frequently told us, to Noah’s embarrassment.

The fact that we lived in an HOA neighborhood with pool-access was also a plus for them. Even with Noah at college, for the past month, Chris and Loren had been pestering me with texts to make sure I let them know as soon as it opened. I reminded them that as outsiders to the neighborhood, they weren’t entitled access–that earned me several eyeroll emojis.

When the temperatures did finally rise enough for the pool to open, Chris and Loren announced they’d be dropping by that very weekend. Emmie and I didn’t have plans, so I told them it was fine–which is how I found myself hanging out with two nineteen-year-old boys on a Saturday afternoon.

“Have we mentioned that you guys are the best?” Chris said, clapping me on the back as I went to retrieve the pool gate key.

“Maybe just once or twice,” Emmie laughed.

“When you want something,” I added.

“You hurt me,” Chris said, miming heart break with his hands.

“Hey, don’t lump me in with him,” Loren told us defensively. “I’m always polite.”

“Yes, you are,” Emmie said. “Maybe you can teach Chris sometime.”

“Suck up,” Chris said under his breath, but he was grinning. He then pointed at Emmie and me. “You guys should come with us. I don’t want to hang out alone with this loser.”

“Oh no,” Emmie said, putting up her hands. “I don’t swim. Scott can go.”

“Oh c’mon. I’m not hanging out with these guys by myself. They’ll gang up on me!” I said, feigning horror. “Besides, both of us need to be there in case one of us has to leave for the bathroom.”

“Why would both of us need to be there for that?” Emmie asked.

“Well, you know Ms. Wright likes to cause trouble for anyone she doesn’t recognize when they’re using ‘her’ pool. That way, we can make sure at least one of us can always vouch for the boys.”

Emmie stood with hands on hips, considering. “Fine…” she eventually relented.

“Yeah, Mrs. Green!” Chris yelled. “Now, you guys hurry up and change–we’ve been waiting weeks for this.”

“Pushy, pushy,” I said wagging my finger. “Give us fifteen minutes.”

Emmie and I climbed the stairs to our room and began pulling off our clothes. I whistled at Emmie once she was naked. “Damn, when did you turn twenty-five again?” Emmie just rolled her eyes and threw her shirt at me. “You’re ridiculous.” But she smiled.

I threw on some of my old swimming trunks and a shirt and went to grab some sunscreen. I’m mostly sun-resistant, but Emmie’s pale skin is particularly sensitive. When outside, she normally tries to hide under the shade, but we’d been together long enough that I knew to be prepared.

When I came back to the room, Emmie was still naked with several suits laid in front of her on the bed.

“I don’t think you can wear all of those,” I said.

“Oh, shut up,” Emmie responded. “You know picking swimsuits is harder for women than men.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” I retorted. “You can always pick one at random.”

“That’s not how it works. I have to decide how I’m feeling today. Do I want to wade around in the water? Do I want some sun? Do I want to hide my cellulite? Am I feeling sexy?”

“You’re always sexy.” I encouraged. “Here, why don’t you use this one?” I pointed to the dark blue bikini set. It was my personal favorite–it emphasized Emmie’s curves but still covered enough to be considered neighborhood-appropriate.

Emmie studied it. “I don’t think I’ve worn this in five or ten years now. I’m not crazy about how it exposes my mom belly.”

“Your mom belly is hot,” I said. “Besides, you’re just gonna put on clothes over it anyway–I know how this works.”

Emmie laughed. “You know me so well. Fine, I’ll wear it. But no complaining when people at the pool ask how a stud like you ended up with a frumpy mom like me.”

“I think if anything they’ll wonder how drunk you had to have been to say yes to me.”

With that settled, Emmie put on the bikini, then pulled a semi-sheer cover-up over it. We gathered our things and made our way back downstairs.

“About time you love birds finished making out,” Chris said. “Now let’s hurry up!”

The pool was decently crowded, but we managed to find a table and two shaded lounge chairs that were free. Emmie and I claimed those as Chris and Loren slipped off their shoes next to us. They then pulled off their shirts, leaving them with just their swim trunks on. I noticed Emmie checking them out, and I had to admit, they were in great shape. They made a striking pair standing next to each other–Chris’s white skin verses Loren’s black–only helped by the fact that they were built like Greek gods.

“C’mon bro, you’re slower than molasses,” Chris ribbed Loren, as they made their way to the pool steps.

“Well, they’re having fun,” I said. “Guess it’s time for us to relax too.” In agreement, Emmie put on her sunglasses and pulled out her book.

We sat there for some time, the boys swimming in the pool while I played on my phone and Emmie read. I caught Emmie occasionally looking up to watch the boys in the water, their muscled bodies glistening in the sunlight. Despite myself, the cogs in my brain began to turn again. Obviously, Emmie found Chris and Loren physically attractive… but there was a big difference between physical attraction and willingness to act on it. The fact that the boys had been a part of our lives since they were kids was a significant barrier… not to mention that they were our son’s best friends. But still…

Chris and Loren had found a couple of girls their age, and they were now chatting it up. I could tell the banter was flirty, and it brought me back to my own younger days. No doubt they were both running on hormones and little else.

For some reason, one of the girls pulled herself out of the pool and left, leaving Chris and Loren alone with her friend. She seemed to only be interested in Chris though. Loren eventually stopped even trying to engage in the conversation. He excused himself and exited the pool, making his way back to us. I saw Emmie track his approach.

“Done already?” I asked, putting down my phone.

“For now,” he said, as he sat down on the ground next to me. He sounded annoyed, no doubt because of being relegated to third-wheel.

I took note of our surroundings and saw that the sun had shifted so that Emmie was no longer fully in the shade. She must have been feeling the heat too, because she stood and removed her cover-up, leaving her curve-accenting bikini on full display.

I instinctively glanced at Loren, who was checking her out when he noticed my stare. He quickly glanced away and pretended to be playing with his phone. I leaned in towards him and too quietly for Emmie to hear, I whispered “not bad for forty, huh?”

Loren nervously chuckled, “I guess not.”

“It’s okay to look, I don’t mind.”

Loren’s face worked as if he was trying to figure out how to respond to that.

“Would you like to touch her?”

Loren was stammering now. “Uh, Mr. Green… I’m not sure…”

“Oh, it’s fine. I’d love for you to. Here. Let me help,” I said, as I turned back in my chair to Emmie.

“Hey dear, I think you might need a little extra sun protection,” I said, as I pulled out the sunscreen I’d brought.

Emmie looked down at herself and saw that, indeed, her entire body was now in the sun. “Shit. Pass that over.”

“Actually, you look like you’re pretty deep into your book. I can apply it for you if you’d like?” I said with just a hint of mischievousness.

Emmie stared at me and shook her head slowly, but with a smile. I’m sure she thought I was just asking for an excuse to feel her up. “Fine, but don’t get any sunscreen on my bikini.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

I moved over to Emmie’s chair and began pouring the sunscreen on her body. I started with her legs first, slowly working it in, and gradually moved higher and higher until I was near her bottoms. She spread her legs slightly for me to reach the inside of her thighs, more than was probably necessary.

I continued my way up, working to her arms next, and then her stomach and chest. Once I finished, I motioned for her to flip over. She did so, bringing her book with her. She laid facing away from me, chin resting on the chair, eyes looking forward as she continued to read.

I knew what I was about to do was risky, but I thought even if I got caught, I could handle it.

I beckoned for Loren to move closer, and he did so, although uncertainly. I squirted some sunscreen on Emmie’s calves as I made eye contact with Loren. I made the finger-to-lips “shhh” gesture and mimed a rubbing motion over her legs. I then jabbed my finger toward him, emphasizing that I wanted him to do it.

Loren looked at Emmie, then back at me, hesitation plain on his face. I repeated my rubbing motion again and shot a “what the hell are you waiting for” stare.

I half-expected Loren to sit back down, but instead, he stepped in and reached for the sunscreen glob on Emmie’s leg. Slowly at first, but then more confidently, he began to rub it into her skin. He looked up at me again, as if for reassurance, and I gave him a thumbs up. Emmie kept reading, oblivious that it was no longer me who was touching her.

The sight of Loren’s young, black hands caressing my wife’s pale skin instantly triggered my desire. If I wasn’t in the middle of a semi-public pool, I would have started jacking it right then. But I kept my cool, despite the fire that had started within me. Loren continued rubbing downwards, working the white cream into her calves and ankles, first on one leg, then the other. He’d used up most of the sunscreen at this point, so I passed him the bottle and motioned for him to keep going.

Loren squeezed more sunscreen onto Emmie’s legs, this time a bit higher, above her knees. He handed me the bottle back and then returned to rubbing. This time, he worked his way upwards rather than downwards, although he was careful to keep to the outside and middle of her legs. Emmie must have been anticipating the next place to be covered, because she spread her legs, allowing enough room for Loren’s hands.

Loren looked up me again as if to make sure I wanted him to continue, so I impatiently gave a “keep going” gesture. I think even then he may have hesitated, but I suspect his fear of getting caught by Emmie outweighed his sense of decency. He started working his hands in the inside of Emmie’s legs, but I could tell he was being careful to avoid reaching too close to Emmie’s private area. Still, as he reached higher and higher, I heard Emmie softly whisper, “mmmmm that feels good, babe.” I wondered if Loren was enjoying this as much as I was.

Loren must have felt he’d risked enough, though, because he finished with Emmie’s legs and moved to her back. Unfortunately for me, there weren’t as many exciting areas for him to reach, although I did still enjoy watching. Loren quickly covered the remaining skin, passed the sunscreen bottle to me, and quietly stepped back to his spot by the table.

“All done!” I exclaimed. “You should be good to go.”

“Thanks, babe,” Emmie said, as she slowly flipped back over and moved to sit at the end of the chair. She appeared to have no idea what I had just pulled off.

The rest of our time at the pool was uneventful. Loren and I soaked in the sun while we played on our phones (although I was hardly paying attention; I kept envisioning Loren’s black hands rubbing the inside of my wife’s white thighs); Emmie kept reading, and eventually Chris left his new girl friend in the pool to rejoin us (“all that time talking and she didn’t even want to give me her number”, he groused).

After about another hour, we decided to return home. Chris and Loren thanked us for the pool access and asked if they could shower off before returning home. I gathered towels and toiletries they might need and pointed them in the direction of the guest suite. Emmie and I went upstairs to the master bath, telling them we’d meet them downstairs to say goodbye.

Almost as soon as we had our bedroom door closed, Emmie pressed herself firmly against me. She started kissing me passionately, rubbing her bikini body against mine. Caught off guard, I pushed her back gently, saying “wow, someone’s excited.”

“Hmm, what can I say?” Emmie asked seductively. “That time at the pool’s got me all wound up.”

“I see that,” I said, looking appreciatively at Emmie’s body.

“Think you could help me with that?” Emmie asked, as she grabbed a string from her bikini bottom and slowly pulled on it. It released and her bottoms dropped to the floor.

“With Chris and Loren here?” I asked somewhat surprised.

“They won’t know have any idea. We’ll just have to be fast,” Emmie said, as she reached for the strings of her top, letting it fall as well.

I could tell Emmie was in the deep into her lust, which normally I would have taken advantage of in a heartbeat… but now I had another idea of how I could use that lust.

“I’m super tempted, babe, make no mistake. But I’m not sure I could trust myself to keep quiet with you. And I don’t want to have to explain to Noah why his best friends don’t want to visit our house any more. Cool yourself down with a shower, and once they leave, we’ll pick this back up again.”

Emmie seemed disappointed, although she accepted my answer. “Promise?”

“I promise. Now go. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

As Emmie turned on the shower, I quickly changed from my trunks to house clothes. As I made my way back down to the ground floor, I could hear muffled whispering coming from the guest room. Something told me I wasn’t meant to hear what was being discussed, so of course I silently crept up to the closed door to listen in. Loren and Chris were talking animatedly, though hushed.

“I’m telling you, dude, the Greens must be on some freaky shit. Yes, I know how straight-edge Noah is, but do you have another explanation? It’s the only thing that makes sense! Why else would he want you to feel up his wife?” I could tell that was Chris speaking, even with the closed door muffling his voice.

“I don’t know, man,” Loren responded. “But like, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this now?”

“Keep it going, dude! This might be your chance to get some!”

“There’s nothing to keep going! Sure, touching Mrs. Green was hot–although weird–but she didn’t even know I was doing it!”

There was silence for a second before Chris spoke again. “I don’t know man,” he said. “I just feel like you’re missing an opportunity here. Mrs. Green is a mega-MILF–I feel like you need to at least try something. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

I’d heard enough. I yanked open the door, scaring the shit out of the boys, and strode into the room.

“Mega-MILF, huh?” I said, watching them closely. They were still in their swimsuits and obviously hadn’t showered yet.

“Jesus Christ, Mr. Green. You just gave me a heart attack!” Chris said, eyes wide. “How long have you been out there?”

“Long enough,” I said sternly.

Chris and Loren exchanged glances before hanging their heads in shame. “We’re sorry,” Loren eventually mumbled. “We didn’t know you were there.”

I stared at them for a second or two, letting the tension build, before I finally shrugged. “No worries at all, boys. Besides, you’re right–on both counts. Emmie IS a mega-MILF… and we ARE on some ‘freaky shit’… or at least I am.”

Both Chris and Loren looked at me like I had just grown an extra head.

“Truth is, boys, I like to see Emmie being admired. Being wanted. Being explored… If there was a way for you to see a side of Emmie you’ve never seen before… would you be up for it?

“Mr. Green, you’re just messing with us now, aren’t you?” Chris asked, suddenly skeptical. “Did Noah put you up to this?”

“This is all my idea, and I’m dead serious. I remember what it was like being young, fantasizing about my friend’s moms. I would have given anything for the offer I’m now giving you boys. And make no mistake–I am offering it. The only question left is, are you boys man enough to accept?”

I could see the cogs turn in Chris’s head. On the one hand, there’s no way I could actually be serious… but on the other hand, if I wasn’t joking…

“If you’re really serious… count me in. I’ve fantasized about Mrs. Green for years, no offense” Chris said, maybe a little too eagerly.

Loren still looked uncertain. “Are you sure about this? Mrs. Green just seems so, I dunno, proper. I can’t see her doing like what you’re suggesting.”

I thought about how to address this. I didn’t want Loren to agree to my plan if he was going to second-guess everything. “Loren, I won’t lie to you. She has no idea that I’m here talking to you boys about this. But something you’ll learn about people is that their public lives and their private lives don’t always line up 100%. Yes, my wife is the perfect lady outside of the house… but she can be pretty wild inside. And where do you think we are now?”

“Yeah, c’mon, man,” Chris said, elbowing Loren in the side. “Don’t sabotage us here. Don’t you know how lucky we are right now? Mr. Green is offering us a chance to get personal with Mrs. Green! Don’t pretend like you haven’t fantasized about her too–I know you have.”

Loren gave a sheepish half-smile. “Chris is right. I’m in.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear!” I said, happy that my own fantasy was starting to come together. “Now, do the two of you have any experience with women?”

Chris nodded very self-assuredly. “I don’t want to brag, but I’ve got a fair amount of experience.”

I admired Chris’s confidence, even if it may have been not entirely justified. “Well, experience means something much different at your age than it does at ours. No doubt you’ve done very well for yourself with teenage girls, but Emmie will need a more refined approach to get her on board. Unlike what porn might have taught you, she’s not gonna drop her panties just because you pull your cock out, understand? Now, what about you, Loren?”

“He’s a virgin,” Chris said before Loren could answer.

“Not a total virgin!” Loren said defensively. “I’ve been to third base before. Once.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with being a virgin,” I said. “We’ve all been one at some point. I just needed to get an idea of what I was working with.”

I didn’t think it was possible for me to get even hotter, but the idea of my wife taking the virginity of one of our son’s friends was almost too much for me to bear. I just HAD to make this work.

“So, this is what we’re gonna do,” I continued. “You guys are gonna finish your showers as fast as you can and then rejoin us. You’re going to beg and plead to keep hanging out with us until Emmie agrees. As I mentioned, Emmie may take some convincing to let you two act out your fantasies… but you’ve got a few things working in your favor. First, you guys are in great shape, and I’ve already seen her checking you both out today. Second, she is super horny right now, and I’ve already turned down her offer of sex once this afternoon… so her desire is going to be crazy high. Third, she’s already done something like this before, so it’s not impossible. And most importantly, you have me to help you guys out. I just need you to follow my lead, and I’ll do everything I can to make this happen. Sound good?”

Both boys nodded solemnly, as if finally realizing that I was dead-serious.

“Good. Now hurry up,” I said, as I started to walk out the door.

“Wait, Mr. Green,” Loren spoke up. “What do you mean Mrs. Green’s already done something like this before?”

I grinned slyly at Loren. “Let’s just say when Emmie gets horny enough, she’s not above sticking a stranger’s cock in her mouth”. I then exited the room, leaving the boys speechless.

Adrenaline was racing through my veins as I returned to the kitchen and began gathering drinks. Wine for Emmie, a beer for me… and two beers for my new conspirators. And then I waited.

Emmie came down first. She had changed into a loose-fitting T-shirt and a thin set of pajama bottoms that did nothing to hide the curves of her ass. I was surprised to see she wasn’t wearing a bra either–the swell of her breasts was clearly visible despite her shirt’s looseness.

“Damn babe,” I said. “You know we still have company, right?”

“Oh, the boys will be leaving soon anyway. Besides, it’s not like they’re gonna pay much attention to what a middle-aged mom is wearing. They have plenty of girls their own age to ogle. And I wanted to give you a bit of an appetizer,” Emmie said coyly.

Internally, I thought that Emmie clearly had no idea how the mind of a 19-year-old boy worked–curves were curves–but I wasn’t going to argue something that worked to my advantage.

“Well, consider yourself appetized.” I said, handing her some wine.

The boys came out soon afterwards, fully clothed again, looking slightly flustered but determined.

“Hey, Mr. & Mrs. Green?” Chris spoke up tentatively. “Loren and I have been talking, and, uh, we decided we’d rather keep hanging out with you, if that’s all right?”

Emmie shot me a glance, no doubt trying to remind me about our imminent fuck-session. I pretended I didn’t notice.

“That’s fine by me. We don’t have anything planned, right, Emmie?”

Emmie stared hard at me, trying to figure out what the hell I was doing.

With obvious reluctance, she eventually responded, “Yeah, I guess that’s fine with me. Although I don’t know why you two would want to hang out with us boring old people on a Saturday. Don’t you two have better things to do?”

“Nah, you guys aren’t boring,” Chris said politely. “You’re the cool parents, remember?”

Emmie just rolled her eyes as I picked up the conversation. “Well, since you guys are staying, you want some of these beers I pulled out?”

“Heck yeah, Mr. Green!” Chris said, as he grabbed them from my hands and passed one to Loren. “I told you that you guys were cool!”

“So, what did you boys have in mind? We could watch some TV, play some video games, or…” I paused briefly and gave Chris a pointed stare “we could play some poker? Emmie likes card games.”

“Uh, poker. Poker sounds good. We like poker too,” Chris said. Damn it, Chris, I thought. You’re gonna have to be a bit smoother than that.

“Good. I’ll go grab our set from upstairs. Meet you at the dining room table?”

I began to head upstairs, and Emmie surprised me by following. When we were out of earshot, she jabbed me in the arm. “What the hell are you doing? I thought we were gonna send the boys home and screw each other’s brains out!”

“We were. But when they asked to stay, I didn’t have the heart to say no. Besides, I thought this would help us keep building the tension. It’ll be like when we first started seeing each other. Remember us having to sneak around your parents? Tease each other a bit when they weren’t looking? You can’t tell me that’s not hot.”

Emmie considered this. “Fine. I hate to admit it, but you have a point. But you better be ready to give me the fucking of a lifetime later tonight.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get one,” I said. I thought to myself that Emmie had no idea what fuck-of-a-lifetime I was really aiming for.

We grabbed the playing cards and poker chips and returned downstairs. Emmie smacked me on my ass once on the way down–clearly she was leaning into the whole teasing thing.

We all took our chairs at the dining table–Emmie and I on one side, with the boys on the opposite–as I passed out the chips and cards. “So, we all know how to play 5-card stud?” I asked.

Everyone nodded, so after a brief review of the rules and explanation of the chip values, we began. Despite its simple appearance, there is a fair amount of skill involved with poker, between card probabilities and the intricacies of bluffing. I wasn’t a bad player, but Emmie was a pro by comparison. It quickly became apparent that the boys were utter novices, and it wasn’t long before their chips were being split between Emmie and me.

As the game progressed, I caught the boys staring at Emmie’s chest multiple times–the outline of her breasts still filling out her shirt–although she pretended not to notice. For her part, she became very touchy with me, even grabbing my cock under the table at one point. I returned the favor by briefly rubbing between her legs, and later I noticed her nipples were tenting out through her shirt. I hoped Chris and Loren were appreciating the view. We all continued sipping on our drinks, and I could tell the alcohol was beginning to have an effect as we all became louder and more animated.

It turned out Chris was the first to lose all his chips, after a very misguided all-in play. Emmie smiled as she swept the chip pile towards her side, her breasts dragging along the table. “Whelp, looks like I’ve got my first victim of the evening. Better luck next time, friend!” she said, satisfactorily. “One down, two to go!”

Chris began to protest, and I came to his rescue. “It’s true that Chris is out of chips… but you know how much it sucks to be out of the game, just sitting there and watching everyone else play. Why don’t we let him buy back in? Not for free though…” I turned to Chris, “I’ll give you some of my chips in exchange for your shirt.”

I saw understanding dawn on this face. “Fine,” Chris said, feigning annoyance. “I was getting hot anyway.” He pulled his shirt off and handed it to me.

Emmie broke in, “Nuh uh. That’s not how poker works. Once you’re out, you’re out!”

“Maybe regular poker. But maybe we’re not playing regular poker, maybe we’re playing strip poker.” I said playfully.

“Well, if we’re playing strip poker, I’m out,” she said, throwing in her cards. “You guys will just have to continue without me.”

Damn it, I thought. I really thought I had been clever setting this up.

“Oh c’mon, Mrs. Green!” Chris said, obviously as disappointed as me. “It’ll be fun!”

“Oh hell no. Even as good as I am, I’m not leaving my dignity up to a poker game. Besides, you two boys shouldn’t want to see my old body anyway.”

It was Loren’s turn to chime in. “Don’t say that, Mrs. Green. You’ve done a great job taking care of yourself.”

I could tell Emmie was truly flattered. “Well, thank you for the compliment, Loren. But regardless, I’m not playing. I’d be happy to sit here and watch, though.”

I could tell that now was not the time to push her further. So, I improvised.

“You know, boys, she has a point. It actually works better if it’s just the three of us playing. Makes it more of a true punishment, if the only revealed skin you’ll get to see is on a man, you know? Let’s keep going.”

Chris looked at me like I was crazy, but I think Loren suspected what I was doing. I gave Emmie’s free chips to Chris, and then handed Chris’s shirt to Emmie. “Here, since you’re not playing, you can at least be in charge of the clothing collateral.”

“Works for me!” Emmie said cheerfully, as she put Chris’s shirt on the floor next to her.

The boys and I continued our poker game. Whether due to the alcohol’s false confidence, or just a sense that the tension was rising, all three of us became more reckless with our bids. I lost my shirt next, followed by one of Chris’s socks, then his other, then Loren’s shirt, all passed to Emmie, who was gathering quite the collection. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Emmie admiring the now-shirtless boys’ chests.

Our betting became increasingly desperate as fewer and fewer articles of clothing remained to us. Somewhat surprisingly, I was the first one to lose my pants. As I stood up to remove them, I realized I was at half-mast, although I hoped only Emmie could tell.

“Well, boys, it looks like you have me on the run, but don’t count me out yet. Emmie, what’s the current clothing-place status?”

“You’re currently in last place, with just your underwear. Chris is next, with underwear and pants both left, and Loren is in first, with underwear, pants, and one sock!”

Loren gave an exaggerated half-bow, while Chris scoffed. “Oh, I’m gonna win. You better watch out, friends.”

“Big talk from someone in second place,” Loren responded. He was clearly enjoying himself.

The last few hands were played very quickly as the tension reached a peak. Who was going to be the first one to get naked?

After some incredibly good luck on my part, (and bad judgment on his) it turned out to be Chris.

“Oh, it’s real punishment time now!” I said gleefully. “I believe you owe Emmie something?”

“Yeah, Chris. Time to pay up,” Emmie echoed, clapping her hands. “Strip poker doesn’t seem so fun now, does it?”

With a huge sigh, Chris stood up from his chair, and began to slide down his boxers. After he’d pulled it just below his thighs, his cock sprung out, fully erect. He had a healthy member–it looked easily seven inches with respectable girth.

Emmie’s eyes widened, as if realizing for the first time that Chris wasn’t just a boy anymore. I would have given anything to know what she was thinking right then.

“Uh, Chris, I think you may be enjoying poker too much,” I said, breaking the ice as everyone laughed.

“Oh, shut up Mr. Green. It’s just the adrenaline.” Chris said as he sat back down. But I could tell he noticed Emmie’s appraising glance.

“Well, Loren, I guess it’s just me and you now.”

“Guess so, Mr. Green. You wanna quit while you’re ahead? I’d hate to embarrass you in front of Mrs. Green.”

Damn, so Loren did have some backbone after all.

“We’ll see who’s getting embarrassed.”

My luck held strong as we made it through a few more hands. Loren lost each time, leaving us both with just boxers left.

As we drew our last hand, I went all-in on a pair of threes. Loren stared at me for a moment… and then threw in his cards.

“I fold,” he said, shaking his head.

No doubt he was just looking for an excuse to pull his own boxers down, because that was a dumb decision, even for a rookie player. Still, a win is a win.

“Yes!!” I exclaimed dramatically. “I’m the First-Annual Green Family Poker Championnnnnn!”

“Yeah, now it’s Loren’s turn to pay up!” Chris said, poking him in the shoulder.

Loren stood up and pulled his boxers down with zero hesitation. Unlike Chris, he wasn’t fully erect, but he was at least partially hard. I noted his cock was shorter than Chris’s but he definitely made up for it in girth–it was almost as big as my wrist. I glanced at Emmie, who despite herself, was openly admiring the view. Her nipples were still hard.

“Way to go, babe!” she said, regaining her composure. She kicked the pile of clothes to the side as she climbed out of her chair and plopped in my lap. “My champion!” She kissed me and gave a small wiggle onto my semi-erection.

“Well, what now?” Chris asked. I think he was hoping I had a plan to get Emmie undressed next, but he didn’t understand that sometimes you had to go backwards to find your way forwards.

“‘What now’ is you get your clothes back on. You boys have been punished enough for one night, I think” I said, hoping Chris got the hint.

Loren made his way to the clothing pile first, separating his clothes out from the rest and pulling them on. Chris stood up soon after, making no effort to hide his still full erection as he made his own way over. He smirked, “you just don’t like me making you insecure in front of Mrs. Green.” He wiggled his cock at us to emphasize his point. Emmie giggled, whether due to Chris’s confidence or his immaturity, I wasn’t sure.

“Oh, I’m plenty secure,” I retorted. “Plus, I have the technique and experience to go with it. Now put your dick away–we have a lady present, remember?” Out of the boys’ view, I gently squeezed Emmie’s ass cheek, which she responded to by gently squeezing the base of my cock.

Loren had fully re-dressed by this point, and Chris began putting on his own clothes. He saved his pants and boxers for last, leaving his cock in the open for as long as possible. I appreciated Chris’s boldness, but I knew if he wasn’t careful, he was going to overplay it. He clearly didn’t heed my advice that most women need more than just seeing a dick to want it.

“Well, are you boys hungry? I know I am,” I said, trying to keep the evening’s momentum going. “I can order some pizza for us all? If you’re not too embarrassed yet, that is.”

“Sounds great, Mr. Green,” Loren said. Chris murmured his agreement. I suspected he was suffering from major blue balls.

“Cool. I’ll take care of it if you boys go find something good on TV for us to watch.” I briefly considered offering to drive to the pizza place myself, leaving Emmie alone with the boys, but I was afraid they were just as likely to sabotage their own chances as they were to successfully make a move. So, instead, I asked Emmie to accompany me.

As Emmie and I headed to the garage, I suddenly excused myself and doubled-back to the living room. Safely out of Emmie’s earshot, I told the boys that they shouldn’t give up yet–I had another idea. They just needed to be patient and trust me. I’m sure they were frustrated, but they agreed. They probably knew I was still the best chance for their fantasies.

On the drive to the pizza place, Emmie and I flirted as we laughed about the poker game.

“That was the most fun game of strip-poker I’ve ever been a part of,” Emmie said laughing. “Those poor boys won’t be able to look us in the eye anymore, knowing what we’ve seen.”

“They’re definitely not just boys anymore,” I said, trying to feel out Emmie’s mood.

She looked thoughtful for a second. “No, I guess they’re not, although I think a part of me will always see them as the little kids that Noah brought home one day.”

“That’s fair,” I agreed. “But with bodies like theirs and as well-equipped as they are, I think they’re probably doing plenty of adult things now.”

“Oh, you ARE jealous aren’t you! Well, you don’t have any reason to be,” she said, as she lovingly squeezed my cock through my pants.

“I’m not jealous, just stating facts. You have to admit, if you were their age, you’d be drooling over them.”

Emmie blushed. “They have grown to be pretty good-looking,” she admitted. “But as we both know, I’m not their age. My tastes are a bit more refined these days.”

“Lucky me,” I grinned, as I began rubbing her thigh.

We flirted the rest of the way to the restaurant, but I was careful not to take it too far. I wanted to keep Emmie’s fire burning, but I wasn’t ready for it to blaze out of control just yet.

I went in alone for the pizzas since Emmie was still wearing her same barely-decent outfit from the house. On the return drive, I spent my time focusing on my next steps. I thought I had a good plan–but time would tell.

When we made it home, we divvied up the pizzas and brought them to the living room, where Chris and Loren were watching standup comedy. They had taken the available space on out our couch, so I sat in the nearby rocking chair and invited Emmie to sit on my lap.

“No making out, you two,” Chris teased, although I’m sure that was the opposite of what he really wanted.

“Don’t worry, we’ll save that for when it’s past your boys’ bedtimes.” I shot back.

Dinner was uneventful; we made it through our pizzas while continuing to watch the standup special on the TV. There was a specific opportunity I was waiting for, but unfortunately, it didn’t arise. When we’d all finished eating, Emmie disposed of our dishes for us before returning to the living room. As she sat on the floor next to me, I knew if I didn’t make a move soon, our chances would be gone.

But then it happened.

One of the comedians was riffing about dating in this modern age, specifically the concept of dick-pics. It was a funny routine, but when it had ended, I stood and beckoned Chris for the remote. Pausing the TV, I turned to the boys.

“You boys do understand why dick-pics are problematic, right? As a father, I need to make sure you know.”

“Of course,” Chris said. “Never take pictures of something you don’t want to be seen by everyone on the Internet.”

“That’s true…” I responded. “But there’s more to it. What else you got?”

“Uhhh… you might accidentally send it to the wrong number?” Chris said uncertainly.

“Also true, but you’re missing the most important part.”

Loren spoke up. “Consent.”

“Yes, exactly!” I said, giving him a congratulatory smile. “Dick-pics are almost always sent to poor girls without their consent. Obviously, it’s not as bad as rubbing your dick on them without asking first, but it’s in the same ballpark. I know as a horny teenager, you may think your dick is God’s gift to women, but I promise women are much more likely to be disgusted than impressed. Do you understand?”

Chris and Loren nodded obediently.

“Good,” I said firmly. “I know no teenager wants love advice from their friend’s dad, but I’d like to teach you boys some things about women that I wish I’d been taught at your age. But are you gonna listen to me? Or is it gonna be in-one-ear, out-the-other?”

The boys perked up. I think they knew what I was doing. “We’re listening.”

“Okay, good. Emmie, mind if I borrow you for a second?” Emmie stood and accepted my outstretched hand.

“So, imagine that I am one of you boys. And this is an attractive nineteen-year-old woman who you’ve been flirting with,” I said, gesturing to Emmie.

“Oh please,” Emmie said, as she playfully pushed me.

“You’ve just returned home from a great date, but you’re not sure if she’s ready to go to the next level or not. How can you tell? If you guess wrong, you might lose any chance you had. But if you don’t make a move at all, you’ll never get a chance either. What do you do?”

Before giving them a chance to guess, I continued. “Truth is, women are people just like we are. And just like us men, every woman is different. There IS no secret formula, despite what you may hear. But there are a couple tips you can use.”

“Emmie, stand there and pretend that you don’t like what you’re hearing me say.”

Emmie smiled, thinking she understood the game I was playing. If only she knew.

“Of course, dear.” Emmie crossed her arms against her chest and tilted her body off-center to me. She then hung her head and stared at the floor, acting like she very unimpressed with me.

“Don’t judge just by what a woman says. Body language and eye contact is the key.” I said to the boys. “See how she’s closed herself off from me? A woman could be giving all the right words, but if this is how she looks, she’s not interested.”

The boys nodded.

“Now, Emmie, show me what you’d look like if you were very into me.”

Emmie once again transformed, bringing up one hand to twirl her hair as she faced me fully, exaggerated smile on her face. She made full eye contact and cocked her hip to one side.

“See the difference? Bonus points if she touches you,” I said, as Emmie obligingly touched my shoulder with her free hand. “Unlike the last girl, this one is VERY into me.”

“Okay, Mr. Green, that’s fair and all, but most women don’t act like either of those,” Chris protested.

I smiled. “You’re right, Chris. Most interactions aren’t so obvious. This is where experience comes in. How to make an educated guess. You may still guess wrong, but the more you do it, the better you’ll get.”

“Okay, Emmie,” I continued. “Pretend that now you are interested in me, but you don’t want to make it obvious you’re interested in me. After all, if I’m not interested in you, you don’t want to embarrass yourself. You want me to make a move, but you don’t want to openly invite it.”

Emmie thought for a second, before entering what seemed like a neutral pose, all obvious flirtatious signs gone.

“Okay boys, in fact I do want to make a move, but I can’t tell what Emmie wants yet. If I go all out, it could blow up in my face. So, here’s what I do. I start by making small approaches, physical or verbal or both, that suggest that I want things to progress.”

I turned to Emmie. “Thanks for the date tonight. I had a great time,” I said, acting out my role. I gently gripped her shoulder before withdrawing it.

I turned back to the boys. “Now, if she wasn’t interested, chances are either she doesn’t respond at all –or she responds negatively. Emmie, can you show what I mean by that?”

I reenacted the scene, allowing Emmie to illustrate both a neutral and a negative response.

“When it comes to romance, just remember if you’re not positive the girl is giving you a yes–she’s giving you a no. It’s not foolproof, but it works pretty well. Now, Emmie, show me a yes.”

I once again repeated the scene, but this time when I touched her shoulder, Emmie tilted her face towards mine, staring deep into my eyes. I had no doubts that she was enjoying our role play, even if she didn’t realize it wasn’t just for our benefit.

Keeping my hand on her shoulder this time, I faced the boys. “See how she’s formed a connection between us with her eyes? That’s my sign to keep moving in. I still don’t want to rush too fast–I don’t want to overwhelm her–but I can keep going now. Watch what I do, and how I keep an eye out that she keeps giving me yesses.”

I turned back to Emmie as I slowly closed my eyes and went in for the kiss. Emmie closed her own eyes, and soon our faces were locked. After a solid smooch, I broke free.

“Now, if at any point, I sensed resistance from her, I would have stopped. It sucks sometimes thinking you’re gonna get to a certain point, just to find out that your partner isn’t ready, but that’s life. You better learn some patience. If you can master that–and learn to read your yesses and nos–then you’re gonna be way ahead of any other guys your age. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” the boys said in unison.

Now, I’d reached the critical moment. I still wasn’t sure if Emmie would continue to play along or not… but I knew I was too hot to stop myself now. I had to try.

“Now, ideally, you’d get to practice this for yourself now, rather than just watch me do it. Of course, I could ask Emmie to let you practice with her, but I know there’s no way she’d agree to that. She’s too much of a prude, even if it is just an innocent educational experience.”

Emmie put her hands on her hips indignantly. “Hey now! Who are you calling a prude? I’m all for education, but I don’t think volunteering your wife to be a role-play partner with our son’s friends counts as educational.”

“Sure, it does. I wish someone had let me practice this stuff when I was their age,” I said calmly. “but instead I had to go through lots of embarrassment and mistakes. I think it would be a great idea for you to teach them, so they don’t have to go through what I did. But we both know you won’t–after all, you were the only one who chickened out of our strip poker game.”

I knew Emmie was trying to decide why I was encouraging this… she had to realize the game I was playing now, but the question was, would she go along?

“I don’t know what you’re pretending,” she shot back. “We both know you’re the real prude. You may be showing off in front of the boys now, talking a big game, but the second I was kissing another man in front of you, you’d put a stop to it.”

“Guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” I said, not backing down.

Emmie stared at me for a second before she sighed. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m sure the boys want a practice-partner their own age. Not their gross friend’s mom who’s over twice that.”

“You’re not gross, Mrs. Green. You’re hot!” Chris said, a bit too boldly.

“Yeah, Mrs. Green. You’d be the perfect partner for us,” Loren added. “I know you’d be a great teacher.”

I could see the war going on inside Emmie’s head. I knew that a part of her was saying that this was wrong, that she should shut this down now, before it went any further. But I also knew there was another side of her that desperately needed release. I decided to offer a small push.

“See, Emmie? We’re all on board, but like I said, we know you’re chicken. And that’s okay, just accept it and move on.”

“We’ll see who’s chicken,” Emmie said defiantly. She turned to the boys. “Who’s up first?”

To this day, I don’t know if it was me challenging Emmie or her own horniness that pushed her over the edge… but either way, over she went.

Chris leapt off the couch first, taking my former place across from Emmie. I knew full well where we were heading, but I still needed to manage the situation just a bit more before momentum took over.

“Okay, Chris. Same situation as me. You just had a lovely date with this woman, and now you’ve taken her back to her place. You’re at the door. You’re not sure if she wants a goodnight kiss or not. What do you do?”

“Got it,” Chris said, as he faced my wife.

“I had a great time tonight. You’re very beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Emmie responded, “You’re very handsome yourself.” She smiled at Chris.

Chris reached out to brush the side of Emmie’s hair. “I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now,” he said, as he ran his fingers through her dark strands.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Emmie responded, her blue eyes still staring into Chris’s.

Chris slowly leaned in as Emmie pursed her lips to meet his. They made contact, and although they were still standing awkwardly apart, they began to kiss multiple times.

I was on fire in that instant. Seeing Emmie with Matt at the wedding was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life–and this was topping that. My beautiful wife was making out with a boy half her age right in front of me, and we were just getting started.

As they continued to kiss, Chris began to get a bit handsy, and I knew that if I didn’t stop him soon, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“Great job, Chris,” I said, pulling him gently back by the shoulder. He and Emmie were both flushed. “But I think it’s Loren’s turn now.”

Chris reluctantly stood back, allowing Loren to replace him next to Emmie. “Okay Loren, same situation, Let’s go.”

Loren smiled at Emmie. Speaking softly, he said “I had a really nice time tonight. I knew you were pretty, but I didn’t realize just how beautiful you were until I got to spend some time with you. You’re… captivating.”

Damn, Loren. I thought. Man had a way with words.

“Is it all right if I touch you?” he asked gently.

Emmie nodded innocently–as if she truly was a teenage girl again.

Loren reached a hand to her cheek, and Emmie sunk into it, her pale face resting against his blackness. He then leaned in and kissed her forehead, before pulling back and looking into her eyes. They stared at one another for just a moment, before Loren went for her lips. They kissed quietly for a few seconds, and then Loren pulled back. Emmie let out a small breath as he did so. Loren looked at me, expectantly. I knew he wasn’t going to go further unless I led him there.

“Okay, Loren, it looks like things are going well for you two. It’s time to take it to the next level. Keep it up.” I said, barely able to keep it together myself.

Loren nodded, and then turned back to Emmie. He began kissing her once more, this time with more passion. Emmie began working her tongue into their kisses, and soon both their tongues were dueling as they pressed in on each other.

Holy fuck this was hot. I shot a glance at Chris who appeared equally enthralled.

Loren began to run his hands down Emmie’s body, as Emmie began exploring is. I saw her grab Loren’s ass and pull him in tightly while Loren returned the favor.

“You’re doing a fantastic job guys. Loren, your partner is clearly very much enjoying your touch, but I think she’s feeling a bit restricted by her shirt. Want to help her out with that?”

Loren didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled back just enough to lift Emmie’s shirt above her head. Emmie raised her arms, allowing it to be removed. Her breasts dropped free into the open air.. Loren stared at them appreciatively, as he tenderly reached out to fondle them.

“Be gentle,” I whispered. “They’re sensitive.”

Emmie moaned with pleasure as Loren took them in his hands, gently caressing them. He occasionally rubbed her nipples, before leaning in to kiss them. Inexperienced or not, Loren had good instincts. He continued exploring Emmie’s chest with both his mouth and hands. Emmie tilted her head back, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the young man’s attention.

When Loren had finished covering Emmie’s chest, he took her head in his hands, and brought her forward into a kiss once more. Loren then looked at me, as if needing further direction.

Chris used the break to chime in. “Hey, isn’t it my turn again?”

“Loren, you did great. You can step back now. And Chris, yes, I think you’re up. But before you start, I should let you know that usually by this point, the men are at least as undressed as the women. You wouldn’t want your poor woman to be the only one exposed, right?”

Loren and Chris showed no hesitation as they pulled off their clothes off in a blink of an eye. Both were fully erect now, as was I–although my cock was still trapped inside my pants.

“I think we’re ready for more advanced techniques,” I said, my voice beginning to shake uncontrollably with lust. “Emmie, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to remove your own pants and lie down on the couch for me.”

Emmie did so wordlessly, pulling down her underwear and pants with a single motion, and then stepped lightly to the couch, where she sat, legs crossed. Both the boys and Emmie were totally naked now.

“Now boys, every woman has different desires and needs. Usually, you’d have to figure them out on your own, either by experimenting or talking about it. For example, receiving oral sex: some women think it’s gross when a man goes down on them. For others, it can be a huge turn on, so it never hurts to be prepared. Fortunately for you boys, I know that Emmie loves being eaten out… so now’s a great chance to practice your technique. Chris, if you’ll join her on the couch for me?”

Chris walked over, his cock swinging freely with his stride. He plopped down directly next to Emmie so that their legs were touching. He reached over and began to grope her breasts, before I interrupted.

“Focus, Chris. We’re learning, remember?”

“Sorry, Mr. Green. Sorry. I’m focused,” Chris said, dropping his hands and returning his attention to me.

“That’s better. Now, Chris, I know you’re eager to learn, but could you give Emmie some space please?”

Chris obligingly scooted to the opposite end of the couch.

“Emmie, now I’d like you to turn towards Chris, and spread your legs for him. We’re going to give him some tips on a woman’s physiology. And Loren, I’d like you to come closer so you can learn too.”

I could tell the rational side of my wife was fully subsumed into her lust as she rotated her body towards Chris, pointing her legs at him. Then she pulled her knees towards her shoulders, opening her legs and bringing her pussy into full view. Her wetness was clearly visible in the light.

“Thanks, Emmie. Now you see boys, you can tell by the wetness around her vagina that she is very aroused. A word of warning, physical arousal doesn’t always mean a woman is interested in sex, but in this case, I think it’s safe to say it does. Chris, have you ever eaten a woman out before?”

“A couple of times,” Chris said, still fully focused on Emmie’s exposed pussy. No doubt he was trying to process that this was real and it was happening.

“Good, let’s see what you’ve learned,” I said, motioning for him to approach.

Chris moved in, first grabbing Emmie’s outstretched legs for balance, and then sinking between them. He lowered himself downwards, leaving his face just inches away from my wife’s pussy. I stepped next to the couch behind Emmie’s head for a better view, just as Chris’s tongue made contact.

“Mmmm…” Emmie gently moaned.

Chris began to explore my wife’s womanhood with his tongue. As he licked around her vaginal area, he used a hand to press her pussy lips open, revealing her clit and vaginal opening. He flicked his tongue playfully off her clit a few times, before he lowered and gently pushed the tip of his tongue into her opening. He licked up and down, tracing the inside of her walls.

“Mrs. Green, you taste fantastic.” Chris said appreciatively.

Emmie responded by grabbing his hair with her hands and pushing him gently in towards her.

“80% of good technique is showing enthusiasm,” I said approvingly. “You’re doing great, Chris. Don’t forget eye contact, though. That can really take you to the next level.”

I saw Chris look up at Emmie as he continued to work his tongue. Emmie met his gaze, watching him pleasure her. They held their eye contact for several seconds, before Emmie tilted back to look at me.

“He’s getting me so wet, Scott.” she said, with a strained voice.

I just smiled and said, “You’re doing a great job, Chris. But don’t forget that for most women, their clit is their most sensitive spot. Playing around with other areas is fine, but generally you want your focus to be on the clit itself. Don’t be rough… but be firm.”

“Mmm, got it Mr. Green,” Chris said with a slight lisp, as he moved his tongue back up to her clit once more. He began to flit it back and forth with a slow and steady motion.

Emmie lowered her gaze again, watching Chris play with her highly sensitive gland. Chris alternated meeting her eyes and looking down at her mound. Both began to breathe heavily.

“You getting all of this, Loren?” I said, taking my eyes from Chris and Emmie for the first time.

“Oh yes, Mr. Green,” he said. He was slowly stroking his cock, which made me realize I was the only one with clothes still on. I removed them quietly, which now left all four of us fully naked. I began to stroke my own erection.

Chris was now moving his tongue faster along Emmie’s clit, and I could tell she was nearing a climax. I decided to help it along.

“Chris, keep doing what you’re doing, but see if you can stick a finger or two inside Emmie for me.”

Without pausing his tongue, Chris tilted his head forward over Emmie’s pelvis, making extra room beneath. He removed his right hand from Emmie’s thigh and placed it in front of her opening. He inserted his middle finger to the second knuckle, before flipping his hand and curling his finger. He then began pulsing his hand gently against Emmie’s vagina. It looked like he’d done this before.

Emmie began to breathe faster, and I saw the telltale signs of her body beginning to tense.

“Oh my god, Chris, don’t stop,” she moaned, as she began to squeeze her legs in around his head. “Don’t stop!”

Chris didn’t stop. Seconds later, Emmie gasped, and her abdominal muscles spasmed.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk,” Emmie shuddered through clenched teeth, as her legs forced Chris’s head against her body. He was no longer able to keep licking her, but I noted with approval that he kept his hand moving inside Emmie as she orgasmed against him.

Emmie’s orgasm lasted for several seconds before her legs fell open again. Taking the opportunity, Chris pulled himself up for air. Emmie grasped his hair affectionately. “Oh, Chris, that was great,” she said, still out of breath. “I would have never thought you’d be so good at that.”

“I’ve fantasized about you for years, Mrs. Green,” Chris said. “You’re hot as fuck.”

Before I had a chance to say anything, Chris pulled himself forward onto Emmie, keeping himself between her legs and aligning their bodies. His erection lay pressed against her stomach, as he began to passionately kiss her. Emmie let him, although I could tell she was still recovering from her orgasm. Chris began to work his body into each kiss, making small pockets of space appear and disappear between them. I saw Chris’s cock moving slowly but surely along Emmie’s stomach with each kiss, and I realized what he was doing.

Sure enough, Chris eventually worked the bottom of his shaft between Emmie’s pussy lips, but it was too long for him to slip the head inside. He kept kissing Emmie, as he began pumping his hips, sliding his cock back and forth along her slit.

After a few moments of this, Chris raised himself up on his arms and pulled his hips back in the air. This created enough room to allow the head of his cock to fall directly in front of Emmie’s opening. He grabbed it and began to move it in small circles, his penis teasing her entrance.

“Chris, what are you doing?” Emmie said, breaking free from his kisses.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he said, as he finally pushed the tip of his penis inside.

“Ohhh,” Emmie involuntarily gasped as Chris penetrated her.

Chris let his hips fall slowly downwards as he worked more and more of his length into her pussy.

“Oh, Scott, he’s inside me!” Emmie said, looking at me with an almost-panicked look. No doubt she was afraid they had crossed a line.

She needn’t have worried. My cock may have been the only one for her since we married… but I was about ready to cum just from the sight of seeing this virile nineteen-year-old’s dick inside my wife.

“He sure is,” I said reassuringly. “You should show him what it’s like to fuck a woman with experience.”

“Ohhh!” Emmie gasped again, as Chris’s cock bottomed out. He was almost completely inside her.

“Oh, Mrs. Green, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he said, eyes closed with pleasure.

“Chris, you don’t need to be polite. Your dick is inside her. I think we’re past the point of pleasantries,” I said, getting further turned on by how this boy was talking to my wife.

“Huh?” Chris asked, confused.

“Her name’s Emmie, not Mrs. Green,” I said. “But keep up the dirty talk, she loves it.”

“Oh,” Chris said, understanding what I meant. “Emmie, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he repeated, trying out her first name.

“Oh Chris…” Emmie said, clearly getting hot again, as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Chris began to slowly rock back and forth against her, making small movements as he fell into a rhythm. Emmie used her legs to help guide him. Their bodies moved in unison as she reached out and began to run a hand along his firm abs. “You have a very nice body,” she said approvingly.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Chris said. “I’ve masturbated to you for so long, Emmie.”

I could tell Chris was getting turned on more, hearing himself use her first name.

“Mmmmm…” Emmie replied, as she watched Chris slide his cock in and out of her pussy. She began rubbing her clit with her free hand, as she caressed Chris’s chest with the other.

I spared a glance for Loren. “You doing okay, man? You’re being very patient.”

“I’m okay Mr. Green,” he said quietly, never taking his eyes from Chris and Emmie. He was still stroking his cock gently.

Emmie must have forgotten about Loren, but now she looked up at him lustfully. “Don’t worry Loren, I’m not done teaching yet…. oh fuck me!”

Chris had shifted his stance slightly, and apparently was hitting a good spot somewhere inside Emmie. He had increased his pace so that he was now withdrawing almost his entire length before plunging it back inside again. Emmie’s boobs bounced freely in rhythm with Chris’s motions, making a smacking sound each time Chris pushed forward. She was rubbing her clit vigorously. I could tell they were both close.

“Oh Emmie… fuck!” Chris gasped. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum! Fuckkkkkk!”

Chris let out a moan as he yanked his cock out and let it fall just beneath Emmie’s breasts. No sooner than it landed did his cock began pumping out streams of semen onto Emmie’s chest. Emmie took Chris’s cock in her hands as she helped milk the remaining cum onto her. She then playfully scooped some up with her finger and brought it into her mouth, where she sucked it dry, savoring it. “You don’t taste too bad yourself, Chris,” she said seductively.

“Holy fuck, Emmie. You’re the hottest fucking MILF there is,” Chris said, as he fell backwards onto the couch. He stood unsteadily as his cock deflated against him–I could tell he was saving a mental picture of Emmie covered in his cum.

For my part, somehow, I’d avoided blowing my own load. I came close as Emmie gave Chris the fucking of a lifetime, but I knew I didn’t want to finish prematurely. The night wasn’t done yet.

“Hey, Loren. There’s a hand towel in the kitchen. Would you mind grabbing it for us?”

As if coming out of a trance, Loren looked at me and then nodded. He obediently found it, and returned, his cock still at full attention.

“I think Emmie could use a hand cleaning up. Mind to help out?” I said, still standing directly behind Emmie’s head. I gestured to Chris’s cum that was splattered all over Emmie’s boobs.

“Not at all.” Loren said calmly–but the horniness in his voice was still very evident.

Loren began wiping up the white globs with the towel, as Emmie reached a hand gently towards Loren’s erect cock. Unlike Chris, she didn’t climax during their fuck, so she was obviously still feeling plenty hot.

Loren gasped as Emmie wrapped her pale fingers around his black penis, momentarily stopping his cleaning.

“Oh Loren, you’ve got such a big cock for being such a quiet boy,” she said approvingly.

“Oh, Mrs. Green,” Loren said almost melting into her hand. “Your hand feels so good.”

“I bet it does,” my wife responded. “But don’t forget, I’m Emmie now.”

“Emmie.” Loren tested. “Emmie, you look so beautiful right now.”

“That’s better,” Emmie said with an approving smile. She stood up from the couch, as she took the towel from Loren and wiped the rest of herself down. Once clean, she threw the towel on the ground, and leaned her face in towards Loren’s.

Loren took her into his arms as they began to kiss, slowly but passionately. Emmie ran a hand down the front of Loren’s body, paying special attention to his abs and pelvic area. She seemed especially fascinated by the muscled lines that ran from his hips down toward his penis.

As she continued to explore, Emmie started to rub her breasts against Loren’s chest, dragging her nipples across his body. Meanwhile, Loren traced his fingers along her spine–before reaching her ass and caressing her hips. Once again, I found myself aroused by the sight of Loren’s black hands against my wife’s pale body.

Emmie continued to stroke Loren’s cock, although she was barely able to wrap her fingers around his impressive girth. They stood like that for some time, feeling and rubbing on each other, before I realized that Loren must not have been sure what to do next. His inexperience was starting to show.

I spoke up, “Emmie, I think Loren might be more comfortable if you sat back down on the couch.”

Emmie broke off their kiss and smoothly lowered herself onto it. She never broke eye contact with Loren as she smoothly reclined backwards against the couch’s arm rest next to me.

“Don’t be afraid, Loren,” I encouraged. “Join her.”

Loren did, as Emmie spread her legs open to make room for him. Unlike Chris, Loren didn’t press his body down on her, but instead kneeled in front of her, his hefty black cock pointing itself towards her pussy. He pushed Emmie’s legs together in front of him and rested them on his broad shoulders. He then pushed slightly forward, gently forcing Emmie’s legs back towards her face, as he brought his cock right up to her pussy lips.

“Emmie, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said as his cock reached her.

“Loren…” Emmie pleaded, “I need you inside me.”

Remembering Loren’s earlier admission that he was still a virgin, I reached the verge of climax as he slowly entered my wife. He allowed Emmie’s vagina to accommodate his size, before pushing deeper and deeper. He stopped only when he was totally inside her, his pelvic muscles now resting against her pussy lips. I could see a mix of discomfort and pleasure wash over Emmie’s face, as her pussy was being stretched further than any cock had stretched it before.

And just like that, my wife had taken Loren’s virginity.

I quickly grabbed the hand towel as my long-postponed climax finally arrived. I didn’t want to interrupt the scene in front of me, so I discretely released myself into the towel, a massive wave of endorphins rushing through my head. I orgasmed for several seconds before finally returning to earth.

“Oh, Loren,” Emmie gasped. “Your cock feels amazing.”

“Mmmm,” Loren moaned in response. His eyes were closed in pleasure as he enjoyed the sensation of my wife’s pussy wrapped tightly around him. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and stared into Emmie’s.

He reached around Emmie’s legs as he began to push himself further over her. He settled into a push-up pose, with his hands on either side of Emmie’s head, supporting his weight. Loren still had Emmie’s legs resting against his shoulders, but they had been forced back almost all the way to her head. Loren was now directly on her, having folded her almost in half, cock still fully inside. I was impressed. I didn’t realize Emmie was still this flexible.

Loren began to rock his hips against Emmie’s. He didn’t even really withdraw so much as just move his cock up and down inside her, his pelvis grinding on hers. Emmie reached out for his hips, helping guide his movements.

“Emmie, I’m so glad you’re my first,” Loren said, voice full of lust.

“What?” Emmie said, momentarily snapping out of her pleasure.

“I’m a virgin,” Loren gasped, as he continued pressing into Emmie.

“Oh, Loren…” Emmie moaned. I couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or turned on. “I shouldn’t be your first. You should have saved it for someone special.”

“You are someone special,” Loren said, as he now began more of a traditional thrusting motion.

“Oh fuck, Loren,” Emmie said, as she let her hands fall back to her sides. She was giving Loren full control.

Loren continued plunging his thick cock into Emmie, slowly picking up speed. Emmie propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs to the sides and tilting forward so that she was close enough to reach Loren’s face with hers. Loren took advantage, and they joined in an open-mouth kiss. Emmie passionately made out with Loren for several seconds–moaning into his mouth–before falling back down.

“I need you to fuck me, Loren.” Emmie said, staring deep into Loren’s eyes. “Fuck me with that thick cock.”

Loren responded, picking up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. He kept his eyes locked onto Emmie’s as he began to pound against her pussy more aggressively. Soon, he was plunging his entire length in and out of her, his hips moving smoothly and rhythmically.

“That’s right! Fuck me!” Emmie shouted in pleasure. Loren grunted in response as he kept up his frantic pace. I stood in awe as I watched his black cock pound repeatedly into my wife’s pussy.

“Ohhhh I’m almost there, don’t stop!” Emmie begged, as she grasped the couch cushion tightly with her hands. “Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk,” she screamed as she approached her second orgasm of the night.

I could tell her words were having an effect on Loren, whose breathing was quickly becoming more ragged.

“Oh, Emmie…” he gasped, clearly about to climax. “I’m gonna….!”

But Emmie was too far gone to care. She was in the throes of her own orgasm when Loren thrust as far as he could into Emmie, moaning as he released his sperm deep inside my wife. After a few seconds, he collapsed down on top of her, dick deflating, but still inside Emmie.

“Holy shit,” Chris finally broke the silence. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Me neither,” I echoed, trying to process it.

With some effort, Loren pushed himself off Emmie. His now-soft cock slipped out of her, still dripping in cum. I handed him the now thoroughly-used towel, as he wiped off his penis. He then reached between Emmie’s still open legs as he wiped the semen that had begun to leak out of her.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Green,” he apologized. “I lost myself there for a moment.”

Emmie sat up, reaching for her pussy with her hand. As she returned it to her face, she stared at her fingers, mesmerized by the cum that was dripping down them.

“Don’t apologize, Loren,” she said in a daze. “I’m on the pill.”

“Ah, okay. Good,” Loren said uncertainly, as he stood up.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that we’ve worn ourselves out for the night,” I said, as I found my discarded clothes and began pulling them back on. “Boys, help yourself to anything you might need in the house–but I think Emmie and I need to head to bed. There’s clean sheets in the guest room; you’re welcome to stay the night… if you don’t need to get back to your parents, that is.”

“Nah, we’ll just tell them we’re crashing here for the night. It’ll be fine,” Chris said distractedly. Loren murmured his agreement. Both were still staring at Emmie’s naked body like they couldn’t believe what they’d just done. I understood how they were feeling–I felt the same way.

“C’mon, Emmie, let’s get you to bed.” I said, helping Emmie to her feet. I grabbed her clothes for her and led her to the stairs. “We’ll see you boys in the morning,” I said, as we made our way up.

Once we made it to our room, I closed the door behind us. “Well, how do you feel?”

Emmie snapped out of her trance as she met my gaze. “Like I just had the shit fucked out of me by two nineteen-year-olds,” she laughed. But then she went silent. After a moment, she spoke up quietly. “Scott, what did we just do?”

“Had the fuck of a lifetime,” I said, “just like I promised earlier this afternoon.” I knew I needed to help Emmie frame this in a positive light or risk her spiraling into shame and regret.

Emmie gave a half-hearted chuckle. “You did promise. But what we did with them… they’re just teenagers! Not to mention our son’s best friends! I don’t blame them at all… but we’re the adults. We should know better.”

“Know better than what? Teaching them the ropes of sex? Better trusted adults than what the Internet might teach them, right?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Emmie stood quietly. “I just don’t know how I can look at them in the eye again. How am I supposed to pretend they’re just Noah’s friends after they’ve had their dicks inside me?”

“You can’t,” I acknowledged. “But that’s okay. The simple fact is that Chris and Loren aren’t kids anymore. They’re men. And there’s nothing wrong with your relationship changing to reflect that. Just think of them as young men who’ve seen a special side of you–a side that will improve their own love lives.”

“But that’s just it. They shouldn’t get to see that side of me. I’m your wife–only you should get to see it.” Emmie countered. She paused for a second before sighing. “I know you said you were cool with what I did with the guy at the wedding. But that was one thing. This is another. This wasn’t just an in-the-moment fling. We MADE this happen. We CHOSE this.”

I picked my next words carefully. “I think that because we ARE married that we’re only ones who get to decide what we share with others and what we don’t. I’m just speaking for myself, of course, but I find it incredibly hot to see you sharing yourself with another man. Or two.”

“But isn’t that just cheating?”

“Not at all. It’s not cheating because you’re not going behind my back. You’re doing it with my blessing.” I explained my view of hot-wives to Emmie.

“Okay, I hear you,” she said with a deep breath. “But that seems so one-sided. How is it fair that I get to be with other people and you don’t?”

“Because I get just as much pleasure from it as you do.” I immediately replied. “I’m not looking to get with other women, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

Emmie didn’t have an answer for that. She changed the subject. “So how does the guy at the wedding fit into this? You didn’t get to experience that.”

“Actually, I did,” I admitted. I confessed how I had started the events that led to her getting intimate with Matt, and how I had watched them the entire time. I ended by saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I wasn’t sure how you would take it at the time.”

Emmie was silent for a moment. “I wish you had told me that night. I thought you were going to divorce me.”

“I could never divorce you,” I said truthfully. “You’re the light of my life.” I hugged her close.

Emmie snuggled her head against my chest, and we stood silently like that for a while.

Eventually Emmie asked softly, “What if Noah finds out I fucked his friends? He’ll never speak to me again.”

“He won’t find out,” I assured her. “And even if he does, he’s our son. Nothing’s gonna change that. Besides, he’s gotta realize at some point that we aren’t just his parents; we have lives of our own.”

“Hmmm,” Emmie said. I could tell she had a lot to think about.

“We can worry about everything later, but at the very least, don’t worry about us, babe. We’re rock solid.”

“I love you,” she said, lifting her head enough to look me in the eyes.

“I love you too,” I responded. “Now, let’s shower and get some sleep.”

We did just that.

The next morning, I awoke to a silent house. Emmie appeared to still be asleep, and I couldn’t hear anything from the boys downstairs. I debated about staying in bed, but eventually I decided I was too restless and got up. I went to the bathroom and changed into a set of pajamas that Emmie had bought for me a while back. I started to head out the bedroom door, when Emmie spoke.

“Scott?” she said, sitting up in bed. “Wait, don’t leave yet.”

“What’s up, babe?” I said, closing the door again and walking to her side of the bed.

Emmie sighed. “I feel better about last night. You’re right. We’re all adults who just had some adult fun, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“But…?” I probed gently.

“But… I feel like we need to have a conversation with the boys before they leave. Go over certain expectations.”

“Okay, fair enough,” I said. “What did you have in mind?”

“I want them to know we don’t regret what happened, but that at the end of the day, we’re still their friend’s parents. Yes, I know we’re more than that now, but for Noah’s sake we need to pretend otherwise. That means what happened last night can’t happen again–and we shouldn’t even talk about it, except in private.”

“That seems reasonable to me,” I said. “I can be the one to lead the conversation if you’d like?”

“That’s fine, but I want to be there too. Show a united front.”

“Done. Anything else on your mind?”

“No, that was it,” Emmie said sinking back under the covers. “For now, at least. Go enjoy your breakfast.”

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for omelets and starting the coffee pot. Soon the smell of eggs and coffee were wafting through the house. The boys must have been awake, because they soon joined me in the kitchen. They wore boxers and nothing else–likely figuring they had no more need of modesty.

“Hey, Mr. Green,” Chris said. “Those look great.” He eyed the stack of omelets I’d been building.

“Help yourself,” I said, handing him a free plate.

“Thanks!” Chris started to leave my side, but then he paused and turned back to me. “And, uh, thanks for last night. I know you’re the only reason we got to, well, you know…”

“Yeah, thanks Mr. Green.” Loren chimed in. “I know it takes a confident man to do what you did for us. I want you to know that I took your lessons to heart. I’m not going to let them go to waste.”

“You’re welcome, boys. I enjoyed it as much as you,” I said truthfully. “But don’t make more of it than what it was. Emmie and I talked, and we wanted to go over what happened before you leave this morning. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Far from it. But we still need to talk. Understand?”

“Understood,” they said. I had the feeling they expected this.

“Good. Now let’s get some breakfast while we wait for Emmie.”

By the time Emmie did finally come down, we’d finished our plates. She was wearing a morning robe that was relatively modest, but she’d only loosely tied it together. If she leaned over, her breasts would be clearly visible. So much for not enticing the boys this morning, I thought.