Kelly had a beautiful body so it was impossible to pretend I didn't love having it for a couple of days each month. It went a long way when it came to understanding each other’s feelings.
Also, the sex was unreal.
I couldn’t believe how much fun it was to have boobs and would almost always wear skimpy outfits around the house to tease my temporarily male wife.
She argued that flaunting her own boobs at her wouldn’t get to her, but that was quickly disproven by the shortest handjob I’ve ever given my cock.
This weekend, she laid out some lingerie I’d never seen her wear and told to “suit up.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. I loved the feeling of slipping into something sexy. It was only a bra, thong, some thigh-high stockings, and some heels, but goddamnit I felt like a goddess.
The only thing that felt better was the fucking Kelly gave me while wearing them.
I emerged from the closet ready for a pounding.
“Perfect,” Kelly said. “He’s going to love this.”
“Who is?”
“Remember how I said that I haven’t been DP’d since college?” She asked with a “please don’t get mad” look on her face. I recalled it very well. One drunken night, she told me how her college boyfriend convinced her to try it out. Normally I wasn’t a fan of thinking about her with her exes, but I hung on her every word.
By the time she finished telling me how amazing it felt to be impaled by two cocks I once, I was rock hard. I sometimes find myself fantasizing about it while jerking off.
“Yeah...” I replied trying to pretend I didn’t know where this was heading.
“Well, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”
Kelly had invited our mutual friend Doug over for some drinks and other activities. They briefly dated long before her and I got together and we had nothing but love for one another. Doug was a great guy but they knew they didn’t have a future together and amicably ended things. He was more than happy to see Kelly’s gorgeous scantily-clad body once again and even more pleased to learn that I was occupying it.
I knew there was no getting out of what Kelly had planned and played the obedient wife as I did so many times before.
Kelly and Doug dropped their pants and my mouth began to water. I never appreciated Kelly’s love for giving head until felt what it was like to suck cock.
I dropped to my knees and hungrily gobbled up the two delicious cocks demanding my attention. Kelly’s lack of a gag reflex was one of the countless reasons I loved her. It was my first time sucking a cock that wasn’t my own and servicing another man in front of my wife made me soak through the thin material of my panties.
Once they were both substantially lubed up with my saliva, I mounted Kelly and prepared myself for Doug to join the party. After a lot of lube and some gentle thrusting, Kelly’s asshole accommodated his entire cock. Kelly lay still as Doug began pumping into me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. Kelly had never been more right in her life. The only thing that could’ve made things better was another dick to muffle my moans.
There’s always next time...