Reader Prompt Season 3 - Ep #2 - John Elliot
Is My Wife Okay?
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Season Three Prompts: 1
Prompt by John Elliot in bold.
Prompt at the bottom to avoid giving away the plot.
I watched her carefully, knowing something was wrong because Jasmine never bit her nails. She also didn’t drum her fingers on the table, but this morning, she did both while staring out of a distant window.
I ate eggs benedict and drank the mug of tea our chef had prepared, occasionally catching my wife’s eye while she avoided her overnight-soaked oats. Jasmine was deep in thought and lost to me for that time.
I coughed politely, and her head snapped to face me. She flashed me a loving smile by way of an apology that she had momentarily gone. I returned her smile with a measure of mischief and a question.
“Are you okay, Jas?”
“Of course, honey. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I saw you working on your laptop in the early hours of the morning.”
“Sorry. I was reviewing a website.”
“You seem very tense this morning, sweetheart.”
“Do I?’
“Don’t you?”
Our eyes were locked in a loving tryst, but somewhere deep in her soul, Jasmine missed something, possibly a feature of her old life in England.
I worried about her a lot. My English-rose wife hadn’t assimilated well to New York life despite a three-year settling-in period. After we married, she’d relocated from a small country cottage in a Buckinghamshire village to my City penthouse overlooking one of our country’s busiest spaces.
A luxury car with a chauffeur, a chef onsite, two maids, and all modern conveniences hadn’t made a jot of difference. My wife was disconcerted, and it was my job to unwind the cause of her unease.
She was no shrinking violet and knew I was onto something, so Jasmine stared at me, smiled inquisitively, and began a romantic, seductive game of chess she loved playing so much, first reaching her hand to caress mine.
“What’s going on, Harry? Why do you think something is wrong?”
“I worry about you, darling.”
“I’m fine. I promise. Maybe I am a little restless, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
“There is no need to hide feelings from me.”
“Sometimes a private space in one’s mind is a healthy lover.”
“And when you go there, what do you get up to, Jas?”
“A lady cannot tell, honey. I promise you… I am fine.”
I knew my wife was anything but fine, and a flutter of sexual frustration rippled across her face to prove it. She stood, gave me a loving but unusually seductive look, and then strolled across our white marble floor like a beautiful goddess, avoiding several luxurious fur rugs until she reached our floor-to-ceiling windows.
While Jasmine stared out into the void, I followed her meandering path and wrapped my arms around her midriff.
“Please tell me.”
“I cannot.”
“Are you aroused, Jasmine?”
“Frequently, darling, but you satisfy those urges in me.”
“Then what troubles you, sweetheart?”
“I have no agency here, Harry. I can’t even make breakfast for you without standing on the chef’s toes.”
“I want you to enjoy life. Perhaps I took it too far.”
“I’m bored and irrelevant. At least back home, I had a garden, flowers, and herbs for cooking and hobbies.”
“Ahh. Well, today might be different, sweetheart.”
“Different, how?”
“Sam and George are coming over to say hi this morning.”
“They are welcome, but that won’t help me. They are your best friends, after all.”
I planted soft kisses across my wife’s alabaster skin, and she trembled delightfully, gasping and twitching, then wriggling vigorously when I gripped both of her ass cheeks with powerful fingers.
“I want you, Jasmine.”
“I want you too, Harry. I always did. You may have me any time, husband.”
She relaxed, and I gently prised her ass cheeks wide apart, as far as her thin cotton floral design skirt would allow me to. Jasmine wore lace brief panties, and I knew that her gusset would seat itself deep into the glorious cleft of her perfectly shaped backside, hugging a dampening pussy.
“Is your pussy wet, Jasmine?”
“What are you doing to me, Harry?”
“Enjoying a moment with you, sweetheart.”
“You’re teasing me. I feel so fucking aroused right now, and you can’t follow through. It’s so unfair.”
“How do you know I won’t take you into the bedroom and fuck you like a naughty slut?”
“I’m not a slut, though.”
Jasmine’s face denied her words, and I watched some secret dilemma transform her expression from innocent wife to something not so well-behaved.
“Are you hiding a slut somewhere deep inside you, Jasmine?”
“Maybe.”
“Have I met her yet?”
“No.”
“Do you know that I love every possible version of you, darling?”
“I believe you, Harry, but-.”
“But?”
“Just, but… sorry, honey.”
“You’ll tell me when ready, I am sure.”
Jasmine smiled, comforted by our love and my gentle touch. I vaguely felt her shiver, a sign from my wife’s core that she craved our closeness.
I cupped both of Jasmine’s breasts in my palms, kneading them gently while studying her reflection. I enjoyed how my wife pulled her bottom lip shyly, then frowned with an opposite leaning into her hidden, sleazy slut, both expressing her deep desires in a medley of delicious contradiction.
Jasmine was turned on, and, like a tightly wound rosebud, she was gradually relaxing her petals and starting to bloom. When she caught my reflection in the window, she seemed fleetingly worried, not realizing hers was evident throughout our exchange.
“I was staring into the distance. I never realized you saw my face, Harry.”
“I saw your truth, darling.”
“Oh dear.”
“Does the naughty slut wish to play?”
“Yes, bu-.”
“How about if I dove in and dragged that naughty little girl out?”
“The staff are here, honey.”
“They left ten minutes ago, and our chef has gone for good, per your wishes. He leaves happy, with a gratuity and a new job. The kitchen is yours.”
Jasmine spun into my arms, placed both palms on my chest, smiled, and glanced in all directions, checking we were alone. She seemed overjoyed that I had done something nice for her.
“If you want to fuck me, you’d better get on with it, Harry. Perhaps a quickie in our bedroom. I can easily get on all fours for you to fill me up.”
“What about you, honey?”
“I can wait. Sometimes, it’s nice just to carry your semen in my belly. Your friends will arrive soon.”
“They are your friends too, Jas.”
Jasmine shook her head, and I knew this was her essential problem. Despite her best efforts, my wife hadn’t connected with my friends beyond them being passing acquaintances. I was determined that would change. Hence, I invited my two best friends to spend Saturday with us.
“Inserting myself into your oldest friendships is not easy, husband. I’m not as acclimated at socializing in a New York style as you are.”
“Just remember that everyone is permanently busy, and you must socialize aggressively through a chain of organized events in coffee shops, at home, and in restaurants. It’s hectic but fun.”
“It’s too fast-paced. I prefer deep, meaningful, lifelong friendships. You were my-.”
“I was your first love. I know, honey, and I am eternally honored.”
“I am also lucky in love, Harry. I can wait until your friends leave to make love.”
My phone pinged, and I checked messages, scowling at the phone and then grinning at my wife. She lingered at the window, enjoying our tender repose against the backdrop of a vibrant city.
“Okay. I think they’re arriving now. Shall I let security usher them to the elevator?”
“Yes, please. I am ready. Making our coffee or a snack later will make a nice change.”
“I don’t think you are ready for what’s about to happen, honey, but let’s see.”
I felt overjoyed that my leading comment surprised Jasmine, but she wasn’t entirely shocked. When I turned her around and forced my wife’s palms onto the glass. She leaned in, grunting a feeble protest that I ignored. When I slid my leg between both of hers and shimmied her ankles wide apart with my foot, she squealed, shocked, pleasing me immensely.
“What are you doing, Harry?”
“Taking what is mine, honey.”
“But you said-.”
“Quiet, please, Jas. I won’t insult the love of my life with a quickie.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Can you be a good girl for me today, please?”
“I want to be a good girl for you all of the time, Harry.”
Jasmine gasped aloud when I lifted the front hem of her skirt and gently stuffed it inside her mouth. It was a temporary solution to silence her protestations while providing me with better access to her damp pussy and the tight pink anal whorl that intrigued me.
Jasmine cried out in an incoherent, muffled, endearing squeak, frowning and nodding excitedly, but she wasn’t close to putting up any serious resistance to my ministrations. I slipped out sharp tailor’s scissors from my pants pocket and slid their cold steel back edge between her waist and the elasticated band of her panties.
When I snipped, Jasmine gasped, choked slightly, and dropped her skirt hem.
“What the fuck is going on, Harry?”
“Shhh. Be a good girl, sweetheart.”
“But Sam and George are-.”
“Don’t worry about them. Just concentrate on being a good girl.”
With another snip of my scissors, Jasmine’s emerald green lace panties slipped from her ass cheeks, held onto her pussy only by a drenched gusset that seemed unwilling to let go. I kneeled behind my wife of three years, smelled her arousal with my rampant dragon-like flared nostrils, and knew I’d been right about her needs all along.
“You are very aroused, sweetheart. You smell like a bedroom after an orgy.”
“I’m disgusting.”
“You are not disgusting, sweetheart.”
“Sorry… I feel-.”
“Naughty and disgraceful?”
“Yes. That’s it, exactly. I want to be taken right now bu-.”
“Let me worry about the buts.”
I simultaneously pulled the flapping front and seat of my wife’s panties down, enjoying when Jasmine’s scant gusset sucked her saturated, swollen pussy lips. Her wetness had completely soaked through the fabric, offering me a voyeur’s tawdry pleasure of a dark puddle of joy on the light fabric background.
I tugged several times with increasing determination, and eventually, the wet, sticky fabric pared away from her flesh like an orange peeled. An overwhelming waft of Jasmine’s hormones flared my nostrils, and I felt aflame while she trembled uncontrollably, with both knees visibly close to giving way.
“You are disgracing me, Harry.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I stop now that George and Sam have arrived?”
“Please don’t stop.”
Her hoarse voice sounded pleading, but my wife panicked, trying to flee when our private elevator door pinged before opening wide. I held her steady, wrapping an arm around one knee, propping Jasmine upright while placing a palm across both ass cheeks to prevent her from falling back or running away.
Her tawdry gusset clung resolutely to the last few tendrils of her creamy stickiness.
“Steady on there, Jasmine. Be a good girl.”
“I’m afraid.”
“Remember what you’ve been doing on the internet, sweetheart.”
“What? Oh god, you know about that?”
“Of course.”
“But George… and Sam - For fuck’s sake, Harry. They are right here.”
“Yes, they are here, and it is time to expand your friendship in the comfort of your home and with plenty of free time.”
She repeatedly tapped her head gently against the glass, frowning out of sexual frustration and utter shame while whimpering. I peeled away Jasmine’s panties, held them between my teeth, unzipped my wife’s skirt, and allowed it to fall into a puddle of floral beauty on the floor.
I turned and smiled at my friends, nodding at Jasmine’s nakedness.
“Come on over and take a look, you two.”
“Is Jasmine ready?”
“Yes, Sam, my wife is very ready.”
“Can I go first, please?”
I handed a lifelong best friend my wife’s panties while she stood at Jasmine’s ear, whispering.
“I’m certain you’ve always wanted to eat my pussy, Jas. Today is your chance.”
“Sam?”
“Of course, Sam. Who better than me to give you your first taste of lesbian love.”
I saw Jasmine’s reflection screw beautifully into a tawdry mess of conflicting emotions. When I dipped my fingers between her legs, the tips collected a delightful stickiness coating her upper thighs. Samantha sniffed my wife’s pussy juices from a heavily cream-coated gusset, grinning like a cartoon cat spying a delicious morsel running in plain sight.
Sam gripped my wrist and moved me aside.
“Let me teach her, Harry… Do you want me, Jasmine?”
“Oh god… I ahh, oh my-.”
“Do you want me, Jasmine? Yes, or no?”
“Yes, oh fuck… yes, I do.”
“Then do as I say, sweetheart, and we’ll have fun. Harry tells me you want to be a good girl. Is that true?”
“Yes, yes, it is. I ahh-.”
“Then turn around and undress yourself, please.”
Jasmine turned, took one look at Sam’s nakedness, and instantly tore her blouse and bra off, revealing two enormous solid bright red nipples in a room with no chills. My wife’s eyes were on fire, her demeanor explosive, and she quivered like a leaf being pulled from its bough by a strong wind.
Samantha looked stunning, towering a couple of inches above my wife, with straw blonde hair vintage tied by leather strap into a tight ponytail. It reached the indigo color Chinese tattooed writing across the small of her back. Her shapely legs, tight ass, and slender curves with perfectly sized breasts were all the rage on New York’s catwalk, where she modeled Givenchy and other brands I couldn’t remember.
Sam leaned her naked body close to Jasmine’s, and they were like two satin sheets gliding across one another on a heavenly plane of existence.
“What shall I do, Sam?”
“Ask Harry for his permission to fuck me, sweetie.”
My wife glanced at me and smiled demurely, biting her bottom lip. An innocent scarlet speckled flush raced across her cheeks and looked spectacularly authentic, arousing me, growing a cock that had already pressed hard against my pants.
“May I fuck Samantha, please, husband?”
“On one condition, Jasmine. You must promise never to hide your desires, and anything you see on the Kinky4U website is to be shared between us.”
“Of course, Harry. I solemnly swear. I’m so sorry for keeping this from you. Now… may I indulge, please?”
“Yes, you may.”
I retreated with George and sat back on a sofa, bathing in a frisson of excitement, watching my wife’s first lesbian kiss, knowing that Sam was her first girl. In fact, she was the first anyone aside from me. The women stared into each other’s eyes, and I saw their passion and desire for one another that pleased me without feeling jealous.
“Kissing me isn’t like doing it with Harry, Jas. I’m much more patient and softer.”
“I’ve seen it done on the internet.”
“Do you like girls then?”
“I think so, but we are about to discover that for sure.”
When their lips touched, forming a kiss, it seemed like two mists combining, such was the softness. A tender moment between the pair, as they stroked one another gently, was suddenly lost in an explosive maelstrom of passion in which Jasmine’s moan of deep satisfaction validated my choices while confirming her needs.
Sam gripped Jasmine’s ass cheeks with clawing fingers, splaying them wide open, pushing her hard against the glass, undoubtedly giving dozens of New Yorkers a fabulous view of my wife’s dripping wet slit and the tight pink anal whorl I hoped to fuck one day.
When their first kiss subsided from sparks to embers, my wife glanced down submissively and then looked up excitedly at her lover because something had occurred to her.
“What about George?”
“My sister is going to suck your husband’s beautiful ebony morning wood while we make love, honey.”
“Love?”
“More than friendship, less than you and Harry enjoy.”
“Somewhere in the middle.”
“A place you need to go, Jasmine.”
“I really must.”
“I understand sweetheart and so does your husband. Harry planned all of this because he loves you.”
“We are a great couple.”
“You really are.”
I slipped out of my clothes and settled in to watch, enjoying when Sam’s twin, also naked, sat beside me, gripping my long, thick precum-soaked cock. I grinned at my best friend.
“Hi, Georgina.”
“I’ve wanted to suck your cock for such a long time, Harry. I’m so pleased Jasmine and Sam are finally hooking up.”
“My naughty wife has been watching lesbian movies nonstop on the internet while she thinks I am asleep.”
“I’m sure Sam can do better than that online staged crap, and if there is anything left over after she fucks your wife, we can enjoy that tasty morsel later together.”
My wife stared in utter disbelief when Georgina’s lips slid over my cut cock head, taking her place fellating me. When my lover’s cheeks concaved and her dimples deepened, I felt a vacuum seal form tightly around the sharp ridge of my glans; then, a warm tongue gently removed the silky, sticky veneer that had seeped liberally from my tiny slit while I watched my wife being seduced by a best friend.
Georgina’s twin sister led my wife to an enormous bear fur rug, where she lay down, beckoning Jasmine to join her.
“Which way around, Sam?”
“Let’s kiss for a while. That way, you can glance occasionally at Georgina satisfying your husband.”
“I’m such a disgraceful slut.”
“You are a beautiful English rose about to be plucked and fucked by another girl.”
Georgina’s lips clenched around my shaft tightly like a hydraulic seal, and she drove them down my shaft, cramming a swollen cock head down her throat, expertly using her crushing gag reflex to pile on the pressure.
I roared like a lion, lay my head on the sofa back, and stared at the ceiling, spreading my knees wider, trembling all over while Georgine deep-throated me. When I glanced at the lesbian lovers cavorting on our rug, I noticed my wife glance over and smile, clearly enjoying watching another woman give me head.
Jasmine rolled quickly into Sam’s arms and kissed her passionately, with greater urgently and more confidently. She mounted her lover’s midriff, allowing her long, jet-black hair to envelope the girl lying underneath, giggling.
“I can’t wait to taste your pussy, Sam.”
“We can go there right away if you’d like.”
“Fuck yes. Eating pussy is all I can think of these days. It’s driving me to distraction.”
“Lie back, honey, and I will feed you.”
I enjoyed the desperate, lewd expression etched on my wife’s face when she dismounted Sam and rolled onto her back. Jasmine frequently glanced from my incredible blowjob to the model, who planted a foot on either side of her face, squatting slowly down to feed her.
Sam’s pussy was freshly shaven, and I got turned on by the fleshy, glistening petals that descended gradually into my wife’s wide-open, greedy mouth.
The satisfied sound of a woman slurping delicious pussy confirmed my wife’s bisexuality, and I knew then a steady flow of ladies would frequent our bed for years to come.
The power in Sam’s legs was immense, and she squatted low, planting her palms on her knees for stability, maintaining a perfect seated position queening her swollen pussy lips in my wife’s mouth.
Georgina cupped my balls and squeezed gently until I lifted my ass in ecstatic pleasure. She deep throating the last three inches of my ebony, blue-veined cock, slurping and squelching while choking and grabbing an occasional breath, expertly satisfying me.
“Will you stop sucking my cock for a moment, please, Georgie?”
I tapped Georgina’s head lightly, and she slid my cock out of her mouth, drooling saliva in a long slick tendril attached to my cock. She wanked me gently while smiling up affectionately. I had never fucked the twins before, but when they met Jasmine, both fell in love with her perfection in mind, body, and soul.
They had refrained from seducing Jasmine for three years, desperately wanting to fuck her, eagerly agreeing when I suggested it. My oldest friends were willing to swap and indulge in a long-term four-person tryst, and according to my wife’s browser history, so was she.
My new lover straddled my lap, twisting her head to eyeball me while gripping my cock at its base before sliding her tight pussy all the way down it. I moaned lasciviously and writhed in ecstasy while my cock was crushed by a tight fuck hole, always watching my wife lick her lover.
Jasmine frowned when she saw us, but then, as quickly as her glance caught us, she returned to gently sucking and pulling Samantha’s oversized, sticky pink clitoris.
I focused on Sam’s face while her twin fucked me. My wife’s new lover rolled in ecstasy before shimmering in pre-orgasmic bliss as though wrapped in love’s delicate cling film. She gently rocked back and forth, feeding Jasmine her pussy juices, while my wife sucked on swollen, dripping wet labia before plowing her flattened tongue up and down the tight pink slit between.
Both women moaned and shook uncontrollably, scenting the air with their love, filling our room’s ambiance with a profound friendship I wanted to last forever.
Being fucked by one beautiful twin while watching the other enjoy cunnilingus from my wife was the most erotic moment of my life. When I shot my semen deep inside Georgina, she rode the wave of a tumultuous orgasm, squeezing the seed out of my morning wood. I hoped the expression of joy writ large on her face reflected well on my ability to satisfy her.
Georgina calmed in a trembling mass of pleasure and pointed at Jasmine, grinning.
“Let’s swap over, sis. I’ll feed Jas her husband’s cum.”
“Yes, let’s do it.”
I hadn’t expected we could break any more taboos, but my state of shock was nothing compared with the rippling pleasure coursing through my body when Georgina dismounted my cock, clamping her legs shut while shuffling awkwardly to my wife.
Sam kneeled in front of me, gripped my semi-flaccid cock, and cleaned my semen off a still gently twitching shaft. I immediately felt resurgent in my mind and wanted to go again but couldn’t until the flesh grew strong.
Watching my semen dribble from Georgina’s gaping wide pussy into my wife’s open mouth was an immense thrill that drove life into my cock. Jasmine swallowed my cum eagerly, moaning noisily, like a craven whore, while gripping her lover’s ass cheeks and cleaving them wide apart to drink my seed.
I whimpered, stuck halfway between a rejuvenated erection and the exhaustion of a fantastic orgasm. Watching my wife eat cum, sluicing as a stream of white nectar from the pussy of a woman who just fucked and milked me, was cathartic.
Sam grinned and raked her fingernails tantalizingly up and down my torso, tweaking both nipples hard while devouring every drop of the cream slathering my cock. I was solid again and back in the game, albeit with a sore cock head.
I heard Jasmine scream with joy when Georgina rolled forward out of a squatting position, spreading her knees wide and lining a semen-drenched slit with my wife’s mouth feeding her.
George and Jasmine rolled through varying degrees of ecstasy, evident from their joyous, sleazy expressions, deep throated, passionate growling and a lascivious moaning that accompanied each lover’s head while moving along the other’s slit.
When my wife orgasmed, it looked like a shuddering, squirting mess, and I was in awe. Georgina clawed Jasmine’s pussy lips aside with powerful fingers, puckering her lips to suck jets of unicorn pee from a bloated urethra that I had never enjoyed sampling from.
Sam stared up and cupped a hand over her mouth. I saw a playfulness in her eyes that excited me.
“Has Jasmine never squirted in your mouth before, honey?”
“No, it’s a first time for her.”
“Would you like to sample that pleasure from me?”
“Yes, please.”
I lay beside my wife on the warm, comfortable rug. Jasmine cuddled Georgina in a post-lovemaking ocean of pleasure much the way she did me after we made love, and that felt good.
Sam towered over me, planting a foot on either side of my head, staring down. That was the moment I knew the four of us would become more than best friends.
“I’ll feed you my pussy Harry. It’s called queening when done properly because I keep control. When I tap your head lightly, it means I’m going to cum.”
“What shall I do?”
“I want you to pucker your lips into a tight kiss, find my pee hole, and create a vacuum around it.”
“Then what?”
“You’ll suck hard, swallow, and I’ll squirt In uncontrollable bursts, honey.”
Prompt - Husband discovers his vanilla sex wife is a frequent visitor to a website called ‘Kinky4u.’
Next Prompt:
Tricky again, Sam and George. Made us not think of female lovers. Well done, Kate. Thank you for an entertaining, loving tail. Well done.
I hope working in the midst of family sorrow helps relieve some of the pressure.
I never know what to expect from your stories Kate, especially from our reader prompts. The only thing I know for certain is that the result will be extremely well written, seriously tawdry and exciting, always with delightful twists. Thanks you for a wonderful story. I am glad and honoured that writing to my prompt may have helped you through a difficult day. My thoughts are with you.