 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
7 weeks ago
|
Michael sat across from Suzie at their worn-in kitchen table, the one that creaked when they fucked on it years ago. The silence between them was louder than the hum of the fridge. He swirled his whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim afternoon light filtering through the blinds. "We’ve been together twenty years," he started, voice rough with something between nostalgia and raw need. "And I love you more than ever, but... I’m not getting any younger, and neither are you. Our sex life’s gone from wildfire to pilot light."
Suzie’s fingers tightened around her wineglass. "You’re saying we need to... what? Get a roommate?" She arched a brow, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity? Fear?—in her dark eyes.
"Not exactly." He leaned forward, his knee brushing hers under the table. "I’m talking about bringing someone else into the mix. Not to replace us, but to... reignite the spark. You remember how good it used to be, Suze. We could have that again."
She exhaled sharply, her mind racing. The idea was filthy, forbidden, but the way her pussy clenched at the thought? That wasn’t nothing. "You’re serious?"
"Dead serious." He reached for her hand, his thumb tracing circles over her knuckles. "We could try swinging first. See how it feels. If we like it, we branch out. Threesomes, maybe even separate play. I’ve seen the way you look at those young gym instructors, and I know damn well they’ve noticed you too."
Suzie’s breath hitched. She *had* caught the eye of a few of them, the way their gazes lingered when she bent over to grab a weight, the way their hands brushed a little too long when they ‘helped’ her adjust her form. "And what if we don’t like it?"
Michael smirked, a slow, wicked grin that made her thighs press together. "Then we stop. But we won’t. Because you’re a fucking gorgeous woman, and I know you’ve missed the thrill of being wanted. And Suze?" His voice dropped, rough with promise. "I want to watch you get used to that again."
---
The first time they swung, it was with another couple at a secluded cabin in the woods. Suzie wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves, the kind that made Michael’s cock throb just looking at her. When the other woman—Lisa, a busty redhead with a laugh like a purr—dropped to her knees and took Suzie’s nipple into her mouth, Suzie gasped, her back arching. Michael groaned, stroking himself through his pants as he watched Lisa’s tongue swirl around Suzie’s hardened peak before trailing lower, dipping into the valley between her thighs.
"Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you’re turned on," Michael growled, joining them on the couch. He cupped Suzie’s cheek, kissing her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth as Lisa’s fingers slipped under her dress, teasing her soaked panties aside. Suzie moaned into his kiss, her hips rocking against Lisa’s touch.
By the end of the night, Suzie was on her back, Michael pounding into her from behind while Lisa rode her face, Suzie’s tongue flicking over Lisa’s clit as Michael’s cock stretched her wide. She came so hard she saw stars, her body trembling as Michael filled her with his cum, his groan rough against her ear.
---
Swinging led to more. Threesomes with strangers, Suzie riding cocks that weren’t Michael’s, her moans filling hotel rooms as Michael watched, his hand working his own dick while another man took her from behind. But it wasn’t enough.
One night, after a particularly rough session with a married couple where Suzie had taken both their cocks at once, she came home buzzing with need. Michael found her in the shower, her fingers working between her legs as she imagined more, harder, faster.
"You want more, don’t you?" he murmured, stepping into the shower with her, his cock already hard.
She nodded, biting her lip. "I want to be used."
Michael’s eyes darkened. "You want a crowd?"
Her breath hitched. "Yes."
---
The first time it happened, it was at a private party in a penthouse downtown. Five men, all in their twenties, all hung like fucking horses. Suzie wore a barely-there dress, her tits spilling out, her pussy already dripping as she walked in. The men didn’t waste time. They stripped her, pushed her onto the bed, and took turns fucking her—some in her pussy, some in her ass, one even fucking her throat until she gagged.
Michael watched from the corner, his cock in his hand, but this time, he wasn’t just watching. He joined in, fucking her mouth while another man took her from behind, his fingers digging into her hips as she took every inch they gave her. She came so many times she lost count, her body trembling, her throat raw from screaming.
When they were done, Suzie lay in the middle of the bed, covered in cum, her legs spread, her pussy glistening. One of the guys knelt between her thighs and went down on her, licking her clean before pushing two fingers inside her and making her come again.
Michael pulled her into his arms later, kissing her forehead. "You’re incredible," he murmured.
Suzie smirked, her voice hoarse. "And you’re not so bad yourself."
---
Months later, Michael walked into the gym, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on a young yoga instructor bending over to pick up a mat. His cock twitched. He hadn’t been with anyone new in a while—not since Suzie had started exploring her own desires—but he knew damn well she wouldn’t mind.
He approached the instructor, flashing her a grin. "You free after your shift?"
She bit her lip, her eyes raking over him. "Depends. You looking for a workout?…” |
