A Party to Remember
My wife, Lacy, and I went to a birthday party for my friend, Steve. Lacy was reluctant to go; she dreaded being around Steve’s wife (and my ex), Stacy. It also didn’t help that we would be sleeping at their house, as the celebration was expected to last late into the evening. But Steve is one of my best buds. I’d have hated to let him down.
And while Stacy can be a pain, let me be clear that Lacy has NOTHING to be afraid of when it comes to her—I am with the wife of my dreams, as I believe was God’s plan for us, and I tell her so frequently. But Stacy knows she can get to Lacy with her “innocent” comments about our past, and she does flirt with me more than she should, even though I don’t respond in kind. I feel embarrassed for Steve sometimes when she acts like that, but I won’t let it come between my friend and me. And I ask Lacy not to let someone else’s behavior come between her and me, either.
That night, Lacy’s response to Stacy’s remarks involved a few too many glasses of wine. The evening wore on until it was very late and only we and one other couple, Mike and Anna, remained at Steve and Stacy’s place. Stacy made a dig that proved to be the last straw for Lacy; they both started screaming at one another. Lacy soon stormed off toward the stairs in a very tipsy and emotional state, so of course, I followed her.
As Lacy stomped up the stairs, she grumbled angrily. Apparently, she was mad at me, probably for asking her to come there in the first place. But when she stumbled to her hands and knees and her skirt rode up, I could only stare at the glimpse of her sexy bare ass it afforded me.
Lacy looked back and saw me grinning at her predicament. She quickly tugged her hem over her ass, mumbling that I wasn’t getting it or anything else that night. She wobbled again when she reached the top of the stairs, and I nabbed her before she could tumble back down them.
“Oh, my hero!” Lacy said in her best sarcastic, Stacy-mocking voice.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her into our bedroom. Lacy was more of a firecracker that night than I’d never seen her before. She pummeled my shoulders the whole way until I put her down in the guest bedroom. Then, when I turned to leave, she snapped, “What, you’re just going to leave me here and go find that whore again?”
At that, I knew she was way beyond reasoning. So rather than argue in our hosts’ home, I opened the door and stepped out to let her cool down or maybe sleep it off. When I got downstairs, Stacy apologized (under duress, I suspect), then went off with Anna while the guys and I had another beer.
After about thirty minutes, I went back to check on Lacy. She rose from the bed when I entered, seemingly calmer and steadier—and somewhat embarrassed.
“I’m sorry for letting her get to me,” she said. “If you want to stay, I’ll be a good girl now.” Then Lacy gave me a bashful little smile as she dropped her skirt to show me her shaven pussy with a heart-shaped landing strip on top. “You like my smooth pussy? I shaved it just for you, baby.”
I was astonished! Lacy would never shave before; she thought it made her look too young. She was also against it because Stacy once told her that I made her shave smooth for me. (The woman really has no tact.) This surprise showed clearly that Lacy had planned for a better ending to our night than an argument.
“Mmmm, you do like it, don’t you, baby?” Lacy said, rubbing her mound. Her glistening lips peeked out as they swelled with hopeful excitement. She took a step or two backward and perched on the edge of a small writing desk, rubbing and fingering as I slowly moved to stand between her open legs and watch her work her hairless pussy over.
When Lacy reached to grab at my cock, I pushed her hand aside and shook my head no. I didn’t want the distraction from the show in front of me: Lacy panted and moaned loudly, her hand slapping against her pussy.
“Ooooh, I’m cumming…” she cried.
Moments later, I took her slowing hand and sucked her cummy fingers, making her moan. Then she tried to press her pussy against my bulging cock, begging wordlessly—so dang hot and sexy!
I collected Lacy’s other hand with the first in one of my palms, stretched them over her head, and pinned them to the wall. With my free hand, I then unfastened my pants and pulled out my aching cock. Lacy’s eyes fixed on it for a long moment before rising to mine, shimmering with wanton lust.
Slowly, I lowered my mouth closer to hers. Just as our lips were about to meet, I thrust hard and fully into her soaked pussy, making her cry out. Then I began to pull out slowly and push back in hard. Lacy gasped against my open mouth in time with each bang of the desk against the wall, and a groan accompanied each withdrawal. Soon. Lacy’s body and pussy spasmed again, and hot juice gushed with each thrust.
Letting go of Lacy’s hands, I scooped her legs up with my forearms, and Lacy’s hands against the desk as I lifted her ass off the surface and continued to drive hard and deep. Still shaking and squeezing my shaft inside her, she begged me to cum.
But I was nowhere near orgasm yet, so I turned to the bed and dropped Lacy onto the mattress. My body followed hers forward, and my arms, still under her knees, braced against the bedspread so I didn’t crush her beneath me. They forced her legs back, and as I resumed the pounding strokes, I watched her tits bounce between her thighs.
Lacy moaned, her eyes glassing over in ecstasy. As her pussy spasmed again, I pulled out and felt her fluids fountain against my belly. I smiled down at her, then rolled her face down, running my fingers through her wild tresses and down her back before pulling her hips upward to set her on her knees. As I plunged into her again, she reached back with both hands, and I grasped them with my own to pull her upper body off the bed. Now the underside of my cock ran firmly along her pubic ridge, and I felt my orgasm build. Moaning and thrusting full force, I let my cock powerfully release into my gorgeous, sexy, perfect-for-me lover.
As weakness flooded over me, I let go of Lacy’s arms. She fell forward to the bed, trembling as my cum dripped from her well-used pussy. When I climbed on the bed and lay on my back beside her, she rose to her elbows and rubbed my cummy cock with her lips, looking up at me with that finally-I’m-satisfied smile. Then she opened her mouth, took my soft member in her mouth, and cleaned it with her tongue and a suction just gentle enough for my over-sensitive cock. I stroked her hair as she ministered to me, hoping it conveyed to her how very much I love and appreciate all she does for—and with—me.
Nice!
Nothing like make up sex, right?
Nice Story. I love parties.
It is sad to read about your ex being mean to your wife. But I liked that your story is so real. Life & marriage relationships can have challenges but those challenges can be overcome.
Like CP said,”There’s nothing like makeup sex!” And I loved the phrase “perfect for me lover!”
So the sad and upsetting was truly eclipsed by your love and mutual passion between you and your wife!
I have read stories on this site for quite a few years, but this story is one of the few that has affected me so strongly that I felt compelled to make a profile in order to comment.
I am so glad that you make it clear that you love your wife and that she has nothing to worry about with regard to your previous relationship with your friend's wife. It is also wonderful that you and your wife have such a vibrant sex life.
However, it absolutely breaks my heart that your friendship with your ex's husband is so important to you that you would put your wife in the position of being hurt by that woman. Because of the whole shaving thing, it seems pretty obvious that it not only hurts your wife for your ex to continually remind her of your past sexual relationship, but your wife also seems to feel that she has to try to compete with the experiences you had with ex. Hearing this made me want to cry.
It seems pretty clear that your ex still has a thing for you and wants to make your wife feel that she can't measure up to what the ex shared with you. And I agree with you that this is a very sad situation for your friend also to be reminded of how fondly his wife remembers her sexual relationship with you. 😥
I have been married for over 30 years, and my husband and I were both virgins when we married. So I haven't experienced anything like what your wife is experiencing. But I am an empathetic person, and I can imagine how I would feel if I was in your wife's shoes and my husband was insisting that I spend time around someone who was constantly reminding me that she enjoyed my husband's body before he married me. It would crush me. That is at least in part why I believe that it is God's ideal for us not to have sexual relations with people to whom we are not married.
You obviously cannot undo the relationship you had with your ex. But you can take steps to protect your wife from the abuse this woman is heaping on her. From this story and at least one other story you have written, it seems pretty obvious that your wife has some insecurity issues. Allowing your wife to be put in situations where your ex can abuse her is not helping your wife deal with these issues. It's just hurting her. I can literally feel her pain and she's not even the one telling the story.
Luckily for you, your wife did not have much if any sexual experience before you married her. But imagine that your wife had sexual partners before you. Maybe you are an extremely secure person and this wouldn't bother you. But how would you feel if your wife wanted you to spend time around her former lover and he was constantly saying things to you about how much he enjoyed having sex with her. Would you really think it is okay for her to insist that you should just ignore his words that are clearly intended to hurt you and make you doubt?
Because I am empathetic, I also feel the pain that you would experience if you were to back away from your friend. However, for the sake of your wife and your marriage, I would encourage you to change the dynamic of your relationship with him. Maybe you could spend time with him and other guys in the group without wives present, and you and your wife could seek out new friends with whom you do not have a past to enjoy time with as couples.
I can see that you genuinely love your wife and you are very attracted to her, but that does not mean that she won't be hurt by continued interaction with that cruel woman. It's your job to protect her. Your wife is the most important person in your life. God commands husbands to leave even their families in order to have complete union with their wives. Leaving a friend, if absolutely necessary to protect your wife, should not even be a question.
Please forgive me if any of my comments came out sounding hurtful. My purpose really was not to hurt you in any way.
While I stand by my previous comment that you should change the dynamic of your relationship with your friend so that your wife no longer has to be subjected to your ex's abuse, your amazing wife showed how strong she is. You are a lucky man that you have that memory of excellent lovemaking in spite of the circumstances. I have to admit that, in your wife's shoes, I almost certainly would not have been as generous towards my husband – not because I was trying to punish my husband but because I would just be so hurt that my husband allowed someone to hurt me like that. But because your wife chose to take advantage of the fact that you are now hers alone, she may have gotten the best last word ever! It seems possible, if not likely, that the other people in the house may have heard your vigorous lovemaking. So it may have been your wife's best idea to show your ex how thoroughly you both enjoy your physical relationship. Kudos to her!