When Our Life Changed Part I
“Our” youngest son D (although my name is on their birth certificates, both our son and youngest daughter have been fathered by one of my wife’s earlier “boyfriends” - due to my inability to get the “job done”), is away with his football team. Our youngest daughter whose initial is also D is away at university.
In about an hour, my wife’s boyfriend of just over three years, Brad, will be turning up to have a meal with us and spend the evening to take care of “our” needs, by giving my wife of 22 years what she needs and deserves in thoroughly rogering her, through the evening and also no doubt through the night.
My wife and I have food ready for the Wok as dinner is to be served at 8pm, so now is the time to relax before the evening begins and takes the course that Brad dictates after his arrival.
When Brad turns up, he becomes the “man of house” and sleeps in the master bedroom and in “our” marital bed.
J our eldest daughter is also away at university (she too was fathered by a lover of my wife’s), so I was somewhat shocked when she bounded through door, with a big grin on her face, coming straight to me and giving me a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Hi Mom”… J proceeded to kiss and hug her Mom, who was already dressed for the evening events also.
My stunning mid fifties wife, was not dressed like a woman in her mid fifties, rather dressed for the evening’s entertainment and as the evening’s entertainment.
Brad always gives my wife instructions before he arrives how she is to “present” herself.
Tonight she is wearing a cream see through vest top (that barely touches her ass) and a pair of cream high heels.
Her shaven bald pussy is on display and whilst there is clearly no bra, what is clear is the chain that goes around her neck, crosses in her cleavage before attaching to each nipple.
“Wow, Mom, I love the look, that jewellery - you are as hot as fuck, but I guess that is the point!”
The irony is not lost on me.
“Dad, doesn’t your wife look fuckable?”
Did my daughter just tease me. She knows full well that I haven’t fucked my hot wife for years and that her Mom, my wife has me permanently securely locked 🔒 in a very small dicklet cage?
“Brad is clearly not here yet then?
“No he will be here in just under an hour” my already aroused wife retorted.
“Great, that gives me time to take my bags upstairs, have a shower and get changed. I can see and smell Mom that you are ready for him…”
My wife blushed a little.
With that J disappeared, but she was right, my wife’s pussy was glistening and her smell was in the air.
“I’ll explain everything later, but for now go and change the sheets on the bed in your room and in the master bedroom please, whilst I have another wine”.
I kissed my sexy wife passionately and disappeared to carry out my instructions.
I should point out, that there have been some changes in our house. Just over three weeks ago, my son was preparing to go on tour with his football team for two weeks, as an aside, it looks like he going to be an even better player than I was, which makes me proud. I can’t claim any genes for his talent, but I can maybe claim some coaching glory.
With my son soon to be away for two whole weeks and both daughters at Uni, my hot wife suggested that we went out for a date. I love dates with me wife, we talk and laugh and do everything that a normal couple in love does - accept fuck when we return.
This date was different. It was very clear from the start of the evening that my wife had something to say. We ordered food, the waiter left.
“So we have to face the reality that we will have an empty house, sooner rather than later. The girls are at Uni, J is serious about Ian, although there are some things to work out there..”
I wasn’t sure what my wife was referring to and didn’t ask. Ian had been dating J for a couple of years and frequently stayed with her in our home. My wife continued…
“So with an empty house, I will be able to have Brad stay more often and even have other lovers stay, you know, with no kids around…”
Wow my wife was way ahead of me, I hadn’t thought of life after kids, I always presumed that my wife’s fucking around would abate as we grew older. I was lost for words.
“So tomorrow, I want you to move out of the master bedroom, move your clothes into the guest room and make that your room. I also want you to put a privacy lock on the door to my new room”.
“Instead of accessing the en-suite you will have to use the main bathroom”. My wife continued.
“Of course, when the kids are home, you will sleep with me in my bed”.
‘My new room’, ‘my bed’. What was mine, was ours, was marital, had just been removed.
“But…” there was concern and upset written all over my face.
“Look whilst D is away for two weeks - playing football, Brad will be sleeping with me, so it will be better all round, you will need access to your clothes and you know better than to interrupt us… especially when he is going at me”.
Should I have put my foot down and said “no” or would it be better for my wife to have what she needs?
Brad living with us, after all would ensure plenty of intimacy for “us” as she always involved me in her sexing. I was upset, but… the following day I moved into the guest room.
That night D, my son was at home, but I found the bedroom door to my wife’s room locked.
Whilst attempting to sleep alone, my wife came in totally naked, without saying a word, she climbed onto my face, I knew what was expected. As she rode my face furiously, and as I was tonguing her she came hard. She was facing my locked dicklette, whilst still sitting on my face she was playing with my balls as she came down from her high. Then suddenly she unlocked me.
I have no idea where the key came from but I was free..
“Enjoy your night. Wank as hard as you want for as long as you want, go for it, make yourself sore. Two conditions, you eat your ALL your cummies and you are to be locked back up when you come to use my shower in the morning and bring me the key.”
“Yes Ma’am” I heard myself say (my wife prefers when I address her ‘correctly’. With that my wife left, I heard the privacy lock turn as she closed her bedroom door behind her.
I hadn’t been unlocked for weeks, I didn’t get much sleep diddling with my limp dicklette. I produced puddles four times that night, consuming all my slime as instructed.
In the morning I took my wife coffee, her bedroom door was unlocked.
“How many cummies did you produce?”
“I ate my cummies, Ma’am”
As the reward I was allowed to shower and kiss her, to wash her, eat her and get her off. She had rewarded me, but not before making me brush my teeth.
“I am not kissing you with cum breath”.
So things have changed recently. The arrival of J tonight implies to me that there are going to be more changes to come.
Brad did stay for two weeks, that is another story, he was also provided with a key to our house, by my wife, so he can now come and go as he chooses.
Tonight, Brad let himself in, at little after 7:30pm, hung his jacket up in the hall, boldly walked into the living room where we were awaiting him. He shook my hand, went to my wife, kissed her passionately and reaching between her legs stuck a digit into her sopping cunt. My wife’s eyes went wide and she gasped. He removed his middle finger and brought it to my wife’s mouth, she sucked it clean, without being asked…
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