Ch. 04.1 - Wife Plays with Two Men

A big shoutout and thank you to all the readers who have followed my series thus far. I hope you are enjoying it as much as it was for me to write about them. And I hoped it provided a sensational mind-blowing session for you too.

For readers new to my series--I want to tell an erotic story deep with emotions, conversations and some character development. They are long, lots of exchanges and small details with added twists but they only make my story more compelling. At least I hope they did. So if you're here just for the wham bam, fuck and action--sorry, that's not my style.

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The truth is, I would never have imagined she had such a high body count in the past. Is that a bad thing? Did I mind? Absolutely not. From the moment I met her, I knew she was my goddess. And nothing is going to change that.

But I was very much intrigued.

"Well, it looks like you're more than ok to explore a little more now, aren't you?" I asked her, with some anticipation after her unplanned encounter with the pizza delivery boy last Saturday.

She finished her last mouthful of food before smiling at me. "If that's what you want me to do."

"I...," knowing that she pushed that decision right back at me, it is now the chance to take a step forward. "Yes, that's what I want."

She arched an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on me with a curious, questioning look. "Ok, I wasn't expecting you to agree so quickly, but I guess... Are you sure?"

"Yes, I can't be surer than sure," I affirmed confidently, my tone unwavering.

"Oh, really?" she replied, her lips curving into a sly smile. "And what do you have in mind for a start, since you're so sure about it? I'm curious," She added, her eyes glinting with playful intrigue.

"I.. haven't really thought through that yet, but I guess at every opportunity we get we could try flashing your sexy body for a start?" I responded without a real plan in mind.

She laughed, clearly amused at how I had unwittingly cornered myself with my own request. It hit me then--she was toying with me, enjoying every moment of it. Before I knew it, we were caught up in a playful pillow fight in the middle of our living room.

Laughter echoed through the space as we joked and teased each other. Eventually, the teasing softened, replaced by an intense gaze that lingered for just a moment before we melted into each other's arms. Hugging passionately, the playful atmosphere transformed into something far more intimate as we made love right there on the living room floor, lost in the magic of the moment.

"I know I've said this a thousand times now, but sweetie, you're the best gift I've had in my entire life. I mean it," I spoke the words, pouring every ounce of love and warmth I could into them.

She giggled softly, blushing at my heartfelt confession. "I know, honey. And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me too," she said, her eyes shining with affection. Then, with a mischievous grin, she added, "And that's saying a lot, considering... how many guys I've already slept with."

Her playful wink made me chuckle, and I responded by gently stroking her hair, letting my fingers trail through its softness. Without a word, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, one that spoke all the love I couldn't put into words.

Ding...!

She reached out for her phone to check the new message. "Oh babe, it's confirmed! I've got my own private trainer now it seems." She said excitedly.

"And... that's.. new how?" I didn't catch her drift at that. She had been hitting the gym regularly with Alvin as her trainer since the beginning, is she getting a new one?

"Oh, sorry I forgot to mention it. You know I said I was interested in picking up boxing? I went to one of them the other day after my gym session, just a street further down. But apparently, there is a queue due to overwhelming requests. So I had to wait. That message just confirmed I had one now and I can start training next week!"

"Oh that's great! But... err... looks like I'm gonna lose all the fights now then," We both burst into laughter, and she playfully collapsed onto me, her warm, familiar body a comforting embrace as our laughter slowly subsided.

"You know," she whispered softly, her voice low and sultry as her lips brushed against my ear, "even if you lose every single time, I would still be obeying your every command. Because I'm yours--forever yours to command."

Her words were a tantalizing mix of sweetness and raw eroticism. I wasn't sure which to focus on--the emotional depth of her confession or the electric sensation of her soft tits pressed firmly against my chest and her warm, enticing pussy rubbing against my growing arousal.

"You're feeling it, aren't you?" she teased, her voice dripping with seduction as she continued to grind against me, her movements slow and deliberate. The look in her eyes was a smoldering invitation, and at that moment, all my resolve crumbled.

"God... this feels good. My weekend is... perfect!" I yelled out loud, feeling exhausted after round two.

"Glad you enjoyed it, babe. Come on, let's clean up. We gotta run for groceries before I'm late for my dinner date," she jumped and went straight up for a shower. I thought for a moment and recalled she had a dinner date with Alvin--one that he had patiently waited for months to get that chance. I quickly cleared the area and joined her soon after.

Alvin has been her gym trainer for slightly more than five months now. She hired him to help her with a tailored workout routine focused on specific areas of her body, aiming to further tone and maintain her curves before the wedding. Over time, she grew comfortable with him, and their professional relationship naturally evolved.

I've met Alvin a few times myself. He wasn't shy about exchanging playful banter and harmless flirts with Jen, which doesn't bother me in the slightest. He was clearly sexually attracted to her but knew the boundaries. Or perhaps, he's just waiting for a sign from her to make a move. I haven't spent much time hanging out with him, but we get along well enough. More importantly, I can tell Jen feels comfortable around him--maybe even attracted. With his muscular build and charm, it's easy to see why.

As she stepped out of the shower room, droplets of water clung to her skin, her body glistening in the light like a work of art. I couldn't help but admire how flawlessly she maintained her figure. "Hon, why don't you put on something loose for the grocery trip later?" I suggested, my tone playful. "You know, show off that hot body of yours a little."

She paused, turning to face me, her gaze traveling from my face to my crotch with a knowing smirk, as though deciding which head was doing the thinking. "Just a little? That's reasonable," she teased. "I thought you'd ask me to show off a lot more."

"Is that... an option?" I asked sheepishly, unable to hide the playful glint in my eyes. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Her smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with mischief. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. "How much more are we talking about?"

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We parked the car and hurried inside, the pressure of time making us move swiftly. As soon as we entered, the cold air hit us, and I noticed how the chill made her more aware of her surroundings.

"Geez... If I'd known it was this cold, I wouldn't have agreed to dress like this," she muttered as she rubbed her arms, indicating the chill air she felt.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I replied, feeling guilty. "I definitely wouldn't have let you go out like this if I'd known." Without hesitation, I quickly reached for my outerwear. "Here, take this. I don't want you catching a cold."

"It's fine. It's cold but not freezing, I can deal with it," she smiled back, acknowledging my sweet gesture. But there was something in her tone--an underlying excitement, a subtle spark of anticipation. I couldn't quite place it, but it felt like... she was enjoying the thrill of the situation more than she was letting on.

Perhaps, she's starting to get more comfortable with stepping outside her usual boundaries. Maybe she's enjoying the adrenaline of doing something a little daring, a little more provocative than usual., I thought. The idea sent a wave of intrigue through me, and I couldn't help but wonder how far she was willing to push things.

All the staffs' eyes immediately flickered in her direction, unable to hide their interest. Her oversized white shirt fell just to her mid-thigh, flowing loosely yet revealing. The sleeveless fabric left little to the imagination, allowing anyone nearby to steal a glimpse of the curves she had. Beneath the fabric, she wore nothing but her thong and bra, the subtle outlines and colour sending an undeniable stir.

It's not unusual for people to dress more casually or loosely during this season, especially with the heat making everything feel a little more laid-back. But we took it to the next level--no shorts, just her shirt falling effortlessly, leaving her legs bare and exposed to the eyes of anyone who might dare to look. Her long wavy styled hair exudes a confident allure and the pair of elegant earrings hinted at her refined taste, complimenting the striking and attention-grabbing choice of attire.

I made sure to keep a respectful distance, as we had agreed, giving her enough space to move freely while still allowing the guys around us to get closer, hoping for a chance to peek or strike up a conversation. It was almost as if the space between us created an unspoken invitation for attention, the air around her charged with the kind of allure that made it impossible for anyone not to notice.

I carefully watched the subtle interactions, the way the eyes of others lingered just a little longer, drawn to her presence.

She stood near the vegetable shelves, casually inspecting the fresh produce, when an older man approached, pretending to browse through the items. But it was clear to anyone who was paying attention that he had no interest in picking out anything. His movements were too deliberate, too slow, as if he was intentionally taking his time in proximity to her, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

The odds of a man--especially one as rugged and out of place as him--actually picking vegetables in this section were slim to none. His worn clothes and grizzled features contrasted sharply with the elegant grace of my wife, but that didn't stop him from inching closer. His eyes carried a perverted gleam as he "accidentally" bumped into her, sweeping down her form as if he were inspecting every inch of her body.

The old man had clearly been sizing her up, and Jen knew very well where he was looking. Her instincts kicked in, and she could feel her heart racing, her body tensing with excitement and perversion at the thought of such a man ogling her publicly. The chill from the fridge seemed to only intensify her senses, the cold air cutting through her thin shirt, making her nipples hard.

Gosh, look at the stark contrast between them. Clearly out of his league while she stood there, youthful, elegant and effortlessly sexy. Would she take this further with the old man? I thought.

Should I..., she wondered too.

His gaze was unwavering, intensely fixed on her body as she tried to reach for a pack perched at the top of the shelf. The stretch of her body created a tantalizing gap, revealing the delicate pink lace of her bra, a treasure momentarily fully exposed. The older man's eyes darkened with desire, and he tilted his head ever so slightly, captivated, as if trying to drink in every enticing detail she unwittingly offered.

"Sorry sir, I can't quite reach this. Could you.. help me out?" She asked with polite grace, her tone carrying the refinement of someone far from this area. The old man looked up, meeting her gaze. It was in that moment that he truly noticed her beauty. His mouth slightly parted, eyes lingering on her pretty face, as he reached out to grab the pack she needed and handed it to her with a quiet nod.

Without making it too obvious, she tried balancing the packs in her hands, deliberately letting one slip as though she was struggling to manage them all.

"Oh shoot, look at my clumsiness," she murmured apologetically, her words directed to no one in particular. She quickly bent over to retrieve the pack from the floor and her oversized white shirt opened agape. The wide opening at the neckline, offered the old man yet again, an unobstructed view of her ample chest from above. He stared, eyes wide open as a hint of drool escaped from the corner of his mouth.

As she straightened up, she gave the old man a brief, playful smile. She muttered her thanks before gracefully walking away, leaving the air filled with the lingering scent of her perfume.

Wherever she wandered, a subtle parade of men seemed to follow in her wake, the old man among them. Though his presence felt slightly unsettling, he maintained a respectful distance, perhaps mindful of the nearby staff observing the scene. As she carefully selected items for the week ahead, various suitors approached--each one eager to offer assistance or make conversation, drawn in by her undeniable allure. The atmosphere buzzed with their attention, causing a little scene at a place where it usually steeped in quietness.

Turning into an aisle, she tried to reach for something atop the shelf once more. This time, her interest was genuine, and as she reached higher, the fabric of her shirt rode upwards against her skin. The shelf seemed to mock her height, forcing her to stretch and arch her back, a movement both alluring and sexy. The only gentleman in that aisle shifted his gaze in her direction and beheld a provocative sight of Jen, her bra completely revealed. Her shirt raised well above, the pink thong she wore was now visible, partially showing her firm ass to any curious onlookers passing by.

The gentleman approached, his presence radiating both confidence and desire. He offered to retrieve the item, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto hers with a charming smile that sent a spark.

"Hey gorgeous, here you go. Could've just asked me to get you anything. Someone looking as good as you are, can get anyone to do anything for her."

She giggled softly, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks at his charming compliment. "Thank you, but no," she replied with a modest smile. "I'm just an ordinary housewife. And I'm sure someone like you has no trouble finding plenty of gorgeous women out there." As she spoke, she raised her hand and playfully wiggled her fingers, drawing attention to her wedding ring.

"No way! There's no chance you'd pass as an ordinary housewife," he replied with a charming grin. "Pardon me for saying, but you're absolutely smoking hot--and dressed to kill," he added with a playful wink.

"Did I now? The heat is really awful and I just wanted to keep cool. Didn't know it would have that kind of effect," She said innocently while brushing strands of hair behind her ears. "It... seems to have caused a stir."

"Yes, I suppose you did. I must have done something truly good this week to be blessed with the privilege of witnessing your beauty."

"Aw, now you're flattering me and pushing it. But thanks," she said. "Though my husband must've built up a lifetime's worth of good deeds, then." She chuckled at her own remark, subtly reminding him that she is already attached.

He continued with a notable sigh. "Ahh... yes, your husband is indeed lucky."

She chuckled softly, offering her thanks again before starting to walk away. "Wait, may I... still have the honour of exchanging numbers with you?" He called out, his voice tinged with a small hope, making one last attempt before the opportunity slipped away forever.

She turned, gave a warming yet polite smile. "But I'm already married." Another point blank reminder.

Relentless in his pursuit, he hurried over and took out his phone. "Well, we can still be friends though."

She studied him for a moment and thought playfully. "Are you sure that's all you wanted?" She smiled knowingly at him, shaking her head with a mixture of amusement and flattery.

"I... err," he smiled nervously but decided to be honest with his intent. "You're... just too breathtaking, honestly. I simply couldn't just let this moment pass without trying." He shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly.

"You... didn't answer me," She murmured, leaning in closer between them. Her voice was soft but laced with an almost hypnotic allure. Staring deep into his eyes, her gaze deadly smoldering like a force disarming him.

He was breathless, and hoarsely replied with a weak, "Y.... yes..." as his voice faltered under the weight of her piercing gaze.

"Ah... Yes to all that you wanted--just friends?" She probed further with a dangerous playfulness in her expression.

"N... no... I... no," he managed to answer without completing his sentence. She straightened up, the moment of intensity dissolving and brushed her hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips, savoring the effect she had on him and took his phone over.

"Just friends. And no, I don't intend to meet you," She turned and began to walk away again, leaving him frozen in place, his heart pounding wildly. Before disappearing from his line of sight, she glanced back over her shoulder, eyes shimmering with mischief.

It was a look that promised she would linger in his mind far longer than he could have imagined.

She approached the same young staff who had been lingering near the crowd that seemed to follow her everywhere. With a polite yet commanding tone, she requested him to help carry a dozen beers to the counter for her. As she finalized her purchases, he eagerly assisted, his enthusiasm evident as he quickly offered to carry the heavy load to the vehicle for her. She said her thanks with a warm smile, her tone polite yet irresistibly charming.

She's beginning to embrace it now, I thought to myself as I watched her from a distance. Her natural ability to leave anyone spellbound by her charm, enchanting and seducing any man or woman she desires.

Her deadly gaze, equal parts allure and confidence, could bring even the most composed to their knees. It wasn't just about her beauty; it was the way she carried herself and the words, weaving a spell over anyone in her presence.

They made their way to my car and began loading the bags into the trunk. Each time she leaned forward to place an item, her oversized shirt shifted, lifting to reveal desirable glimpses of her body. The sides gaped open, exposing the curve of her waist up to her bra, while the hem flirted with rising just enough to make anyone nearby catch their breath.

The young staff's voice wavered, betraying his excitement of noticing her pink thong. "Hey, I... I... think you should shift the items further in to make space," his voice breaking, eyes darting between her and the trunk as if trying to mask his true intentions.

She paused for a moment, turning her head slightly to glance at him then his crotch, noticing a small tent. "Oh? You think so?" She asked with an amused smile. Then, without hesitation, she leaned further into the trunk, her movements deliberate yet seemingly natural.

Her loose shirt shifted even more, giving the young staff fleeting glimpses that made him flushed with a mixture of desire and undeniable fascination. She could barely suppress a mischievous grin threatening to form now.

"Oh my.. god... Geez..," the voice of the young staff was barely a whisper, yet loud enough for Jen to catch. She bit her lip, pretending not to notice. Reaching to the other side of the trunk, she stretched her arm, and this time, her loose shirt fell away to expose a large mound embraced by her delicate pink lacy bra.