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The Transformation of Vicki
Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: AlexForemen, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
it.” That’s all I needed to hear. Within seconds, and for the first time ever, I shot my load in a pussy that wasn’t my wife’s, while my wife encouraged me to pump as much cum into her as I could. While I was coming, Amber had a series of orgasms, not gusher’s like my wife has, but intense, no less. She shook and moaned as she continued to ride my cock, lustfully accepting my seeds as I shot them deep inside of her. After we both came, Amber collapsed on to me, and Vicki stood up to watch the two of us as we kissed. Amber and I laid on the floor for several more minutes. Finally, she got up to grab some towels for us to clean up with. When we were ready to check out, Amber said, “Vicki, take the tops as a gift from Ginny. She told me if you and Alex should happen to come in when she wasn’t here to take good care of you two. How did I do?” My wife and I smiled at Amber, and then Vicki kissed her, and said, “Perfect, just perfect.” Then, to my surprise, my wife reaches into her purse, and then hands Amber a pair of her panties. “Amber, when you see Ginny, give her these, and tell her to call me when she wants to get in them again,” and with that we left. It was 2:30 now, and my wife and I headed for our car. As we walked to our car, Vicki explained to me that was the dirty pair of panties that she gushed in when she had sex with Ginny. After she told me that, I was speechless. On our drive home from the mall we again talked about sex. I asked my wife how she felt watching me ... fuck Amber. “Alex, I owed you one,” she said, and then adds, “You really have no idea how shitty I feel for not telling you about Ginny when it happened.” “Okay,” I said, “But Vicki, is it your guilt that makes it all right, or did it turn you on to watch me fuck her? Vicki, if it’s your guilt, that’s a problem.” Well, my wife began to cry her eyes out. I quickly pulled the car into a parking lot, and then I hugged her. Finally after a few minutes she stopped crying, and she said, “Alex, you had a sex dream, I had sex and I didn’t tell you about it. Big difference!” Then she started to cry again, and with her tears rolling down her cheeks, she said, “I’m afraid you’ll divorce me for what I did.” “Holy shit,” I thought as I hugged her. In reality, my bizarre sex dream may have saved our marriage. I’m sure if she told me about her trysts any other time, I may have freaked out and been on the phone with my attorney. “Vicki,” I said, “I love you. Sometimes things work the way they do for a reason, and I believe this is one of those times. You just have to ask yourself, do you want to be a swinger, or not? It’s that simple. I can live with either decision.” We sat in the car for a few minutes, and when she finally composed herself, I drove away. After I did, neither of us spoke a word for about ten minutes. Finally my wife said, “Alex, it did get me hot to see you screw Amber, and I can’t wait to see you screw Ginny. Do you think you’d be okay watching me screw another guy?” “Ohoo, ...