After the Plague

My wife Sharon was coming up on her 50th birthday. In spite of the fact that we’ve been together for close to 30 years, she’s still a major pain in the ass to buy gifts for. And besides, at age 50, this was a landmark event. We’d paid off the mortgage. The kids were in college. We were both in a good place with jobs that we liked. A lot of that was due to plain, old teamwork. We backed each other up. Had no tolerance for bullshit and tried really hard to do things that kept each other happy. I thought she deserved something more than a Hallmark card and a box of chocolates.

Lately, with the kids out of the house and forced into remote work from the pandemic, we’d found ourselves alone together, much more than we ever had. At first it was a novelty to be able to squeeze in sex between Zoom meetings. If she was feeling particularly adventurous she might even be game to tease me with a blow job from under the table as I struggled to keep a straight face in front of the video camera. Except for a few extra beads of perspiration on my forehead I was pretty good at pretending it was business as usual even when she tipped me over the edge and had me cumming in her mouth as my boss jabbered on about some deadline.

She had a trademark evil laugh to go along with her accomplishment.

Of course I was happy to return the favor but I have to think she was less poker faced that I was. She tried to go through the motions of conducting business as usual but there was this extra lilt to her speech that didn’t quite sit right with everyone. Something about the pitch of her voice rising and falling that didn’t mesh with her reporting monthly sales projections. Her pussy would be progressively hotter and wetter and she’d lock her thighs around my head in a vain attempt to keep me under some control.

“Sharon, is everything OK?” one of her coworkers broke in to ask.

“I’m fine… I think it’s just this damned isolation that’s finally getting to me. ” even as I swirled my tongue around her clit and did lazy circles on her asshole with my index finger.

Two can play at this game, I thought.

As much fun as we were having, we agreed to call a time out for the time being. Jeffrey Toobin had just been busted for inadvertently exposing himself during a New Yorker staff meeting, a minor catastrophe that resulted from him mixing up his Zoom call with a scheduled video sex session. They got the poor bastard on video, complete with his hand on his cock and a box of Kleenex on his lap.

Vaccinations finally started in March and felt like a get out of jail free card. Sometime around April I was able to walk into a bar and for the first time in over a year and allow myself the simple pleasure of ordering a beer. There was a lot to be grateful for. We’d both stayed healthy, and even after months of forced isolation, managed to stay on pretty good terms. If I was honest with myself I had to admit that after years of good but basically safe sex, we’d managed to navigate to a place where being adventurous and trying new things was back on the table again.

I was somewhere into my third beer when a familiar voice said “Alan? Damn buddy, you look like you’ve just been let out of jail!”

Dan was my one of wife’s ex boyfriends… maybe one of the last serious relationships she’d had before we met. They were high school sweethearts and must have realized that at that age it was too soon for them to settle down. Drifted apart more than broke up. They were emotionally mature enough to remain friends and he’d managed to stay in our orbit as we dated, got married, had kids. I liked him well enough. He came to our wedding. We went to his. Unfortunately his marriage crashed and burned after a few years. Turned him into a confirmed bachelor who threw himself into his career and travelled every chance he got.

I wondered what life had been like for him over the last year. Sharon and I had been stranded at home but at least we had each other. He’d been forced into remote work with all of his human contact filtered through the screen of his laptop.

“So what did you do for a whole year, stuck at home by yourself?”

“Jerked off a lot. Not ashamed to admit it. I had no idea there were so many different ways for people to get off! I’ve missed actual people but damn, thank god for the Internet.”

I was feeling generous and maybe a bit sorry for him. Another round of beers and I talked him into crashing at my place. Called a cab and headed home.

“Look who the cat dragged in…” I said as we both stumbled through the door.

Dan said, “Sharon, you look amazing.” My wife looked like she’d just seen a ghost.

“Dan…! How the hell are you!” as she threw her arms around him while simultaneously giving me the evil eye. It’s not that she didn’t want to see him as much as she wasn’t wearing any makeup and still in her hang out clothes. I should have known better. She gave me a wide eyed scowl as I mouthed the words I’m sorry!

“I ran into Dan at the bar. Just spent the last few hours catching up.”

He had to pee and left me with alone with Sharon. I was drunk enough to say what was on my mind.

“Want to have some fun tonight?”

“With the way I look… are you crazy?”

Still, she looked at me in a way to suggest that it wasn’t completely out of the question.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know. Just wanted to see if you were open to letting things happen. No surprises but I did want to get your OK before anything got too far.”

She’d told me about some of the adventures she’d had with Dan when they were dating. Before him her life had been relatively innocent, making out at the movies or some random groping in the park. He was a pretty free spirit and proud about not being constrained by convention. Dan was her first real lover, taught her about blow jobs, introduced her to cunnilingus and anal sex, even shared her with his college room mate. He was bi when the stigma about anything same sex was still overwhelming. By the time I got to know her, she knew her way around a bedroom and an absolutely great fuck. I always thought I owed him something for that.

I’d had enough beer. The three of us sat on the couch as I lit up a joint and passed it to Dan. Weed was legal now and this was hi test stuff I’d picked up from the local dispensary. Sharon was a light weight… a few tokes and she was stoned. Dan and me continued to light up but somehow it was Sharon who was laughing hysterically, for absolutely no reason in particular.

Her random, out of control laughter was infectious. Within a few minutes, the three of us were blissfully silly adults. Stoned as we were it felt like the couch was trying to devour us. Sharon struggled to get up to get some snacks from the kitchen but it took a few tries before she could finally get the kinetic energy to break free… the two of us pushing her butt to help launch her into the living room.

There was something kind of sweet about this. After all the months of isolation to finally have another living, breathing human being in the same room.

“Sharon looks awesome by the way. Whatever you’re doing, keep it up.”

“Yeah, quarantine sucks but it’s been fun playing house with her. Her birthday’s coming up and I don’t have a clue what to get her.”

I noticed myself inadvertently glancing at his crotch… “You got any ideas?”

Something told me that Sharon and I were ready to stretch out into some new experiences but in my whole life, it had never occurred to me to come on to another guy. I had no idea how the process even worked. Marijuana, alcohol and a years worth of quarantine seemed to have changed that equation. For inspiration I had all the pizza boys and cable guys and horny uncles that seem to effortlessly fall into threesomes in porn. Cue the bad 70’s soul music.

Sharon and I had developed this dirty habit of jerking off to porn together as a safe way to add some variety into our lives. In particular we’d both become fascinated with bi cuckold porn. She loved the way cocks looked as they’re being sucked on by a couple. I usually did some research to find stuff that was raw and nasty enough to be fun but not so far past her limits that it would shut her down. That was tricky in the beginning but as time went on, her tolerance and outright appreciation for depravity seemed to grow. Her highest compliment would be to demurely ask me to play back a particular scene again… sometimes over and over. In particular she seemed to like cum shots, especially guys jerking off on each other’s faces. During some scenes, she just seemed to orgasm spontaneously as the action played out on the screen.

Sharon floated back into the room carrying a tray of snacks. She’d also taken the opportunity to change out of her sweat pants and into her night gown. Modest but still cut low with spaghetti straps and with a slit sliced high on the sides, it barely kept her breasts contained and was translucent enough to be almost see through.

“What are you boys up to? Something dirty I hope…”

She put the tray down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch between the two of us, the cream colored silk from her gown glowing in the dark.

Was that change of outfits a green light to go ahead and have some fun? The three of us squeezed on that couch were almost uncomfortably close. Her nipples were hard and obvious through the sheer silk of her gown. She and Dan were making small talk reminiscing about old times but the scent of perfume mixed with her perspiration were making me flush and my cock hard.

I slipped a hand through the slit on the side of her gown and started to rub the inside of her thigh, Sharon pausing only briefly in the story she was telling. She opened her legs a bit to give me better access and covered my hand with her own. I thought I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as my hand massaged her leg.

All this wasn’t lost on Dan. “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?”

He didn’t need much prompting. He started rubbing her pussy as she spread her legs for both of us, her arms wrapped around our shoulders and pulling us in close to nuzzle her neck.

“Uh, I hope you guys know what you’re doing. You really don’t want to get a lady all worked up and then leave her flat.”

For anyone who hasn’t been married let me introduce you to the concept of “until death do you part.” There was a time when people got married in their teens and died in their 40’s or 50’s. So “forever”basically lasted about two decades.

Now people can be together for 60 years or more. If your relationship model is perfect monogamy, I’d suggest the world is divided by the people who know they can’t meet that standard and the ones that lose their minds trying.

One night, Sharon and I did some calculations to try and figure out how many times we’d fucked over the last 30 years. Including quickies and hand jobs we settled on somewhere around 25,000. We loved every, single, time but we were still young and healthy… it wasn’t a stretch to admit to each other that we wanted something more and different. Having Dan there changed the dynamic. I didn’t want to fuck her as much as I wanted to nudge her into a higher level of depravity. I wanted to watch her suck his cock. Spread her legs and revel in the experience of being a slut. Watching two people fuck is actually pretty boring. Throw a husband into the mix to and it suddenly jumps off the scale.

Her cheeks were starting to glow shades of red as Dan showed her off and rubbed her pussy in front of me. She locked eyes with mine… maybe as a last minute sanity check.

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

I doubled down. “You should go down on him.” I really wanted to tell her to suck his cock but that seemed too crude at the moment.

Dan looked like he was in heaven. Sharon closed her eyes and proceeded to wrap her big soft lips around his cock. The last time she did this to him she was in her teens and barely had a clue about what she was doing. Now at almost 50 she had a lifetime of experience to draw from and the added dimension of being watched by her loving husband. That was making her crazy. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and started to jerk him off into her mouth. There’s no word in the English language to describe a situation where everyone is doing exactly what they want and completely happy at the same time… but there really should be.

I could tell Dan wasn’t going to last long. In just a minute I felt his cock start to throb and started to jerk him off faster. Sharon licked his balls then slurped her tongue the length of his prick until she was able to wrap her mouth around the head and swallow it all over again. He was making some indescribable sounds as he started to spurt stream after stream of hot, white semen into her mouth, overflowing and dripping onto my hand. In the old days we’d be done at this point but we’d learned that if you were clever with timing and pressure, you still had the best part to come. She licked the cum off the sides, off my fingers. Gave him a few seconds to recover, then sucked his cum engorged cock all over again. Gently at first but harder and harder until he was wet and pristine and her lips were covered with whatever semen was left over.

“Holy fuck, where’d you learn to do that?”

I was still rock hard and aching to cum. Sharon surrounded my cock with her cum filled mouth. Dan wrapped his hand around it, rubbing it against her lips like an oversized tube of lipstick. The two of them were having fun bringing me close to the edge then backing off just enough to keep me from erupting full force. In a few minutes I’d had all the teasing I could stand and started to fuck her mouth, hard enough that I had to stop for a moment and see if this was actually too rough for her. I needn’t have worried. She was furiously rubbing herself to an orgasm as I came all over her gorgeous face.

“You guys are really gracious hosts. Do you do this for all your guests?”

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Dan was over every night that week as we pushed our limits and boundaries. Sharon decided she loved to jerk off at the sight of us sucking each others cocks then lick up the mess when we were done.

I discovered fucklicking. I loved feeling the full weight of Sharon lying on top of me in a 69 as Dan fucked her from behind and fed his cock into my mouth between strokes. At first I had to move fast as he orgasmed, panicked at the thought of any of his cum dripping into my mouth. But after a while, the sight of her pussy, plump and full of slowly dripping cum was just too glorious to ignore. Sharon grinding her cum filled cunt into my face as she whispered, I love you baby became so hot I still jerk off to it now.

Her birthday finally rolled around. She insisted she didn’t want a big party.

“I think I’d be happiest with just you two guys.” she said.

I’d racked my brain about what to get her and finally came across a string of pearls. That appealed to me because they’d look great on her with clothes or even better, with absolutely nothing on at all. I got her a couple of gag gifts and finally, one small black box with a big red bow.

“Save that one for last…” I said when she when was done blowing out the candles.

She was intrigued. Held up the box and shook it back and forth… heard a rattle and must have thought, more jewelry? A bracelet?

Dan was in on the secret. In fact it was his idea and while I thought it was crazy at first, I came around to see his point of view.

She lifted the lid to pull out a chain link leash with a leather collar.

“We’re getting a dog!!!?”

“Uhh, not quite. Read the name on the collar…”

In big, embossed letters, it said “Whore”.

For a minute, she hovered on that razor’s edge that suggested this might be a good idea but had to wait a while until the reasons why might become apparent. More than anything else, she was had no idea what to make of it.

“So we’re NOT getting a dog?” I was trying to decide if she was horrified or just confused.

Thank god for Dan.

“Think of it as a communications device. For the last few weeks we’ve had a ball trying everything under the sun but for everything we do, there’s always this thing about permission and consent. Really great sex happens at your limits or maybe, just a little bit past them. When you wear this thing you’re giving us permission to take you places you might be afraid to go but it also means you have enough faith in us to let us take you there.”

“So wait, is this a present for you guys or for me?”

“It’s really for all of us. Surrendering… submitting to someone can be the gift of a lifetime but in the end, it only works if it lets you do what you really want.

I had this whole speech thought out, some wordy thing, paragraphs long with boilerplate passages about kink that I’d scraped off the Internet. I was just about to launch into it when she unsnapped the collar and wrapped it around her neck.

“I’m your whore. Please tell me what you want me to do.”

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I could fill volumes with what went on for the next few weeks. For some reason she LOVED the collar. Without actually meaning to, we’d tapped into some deep seated need that none of us knew she had. She never took it off… even during her Zoom calls she wore a turtleneck to discretely keep it hidden, a dark secret known only to the three of us.

She seemed to completely embrace the idea of being our whore.

“You and Dan have been the two big loves of my life. Shouldn’t be surprising that I’d be inclined to do whatever I could to make you both happy. Besides whatever I do for you seems to echo back to me… that’s a nice loop to be in.”

“Yeah, but you really seem to love that thing.”

“It’s funny, but the second I put that collar on it sort of took my mind to this really peaceful place. Any given day I’ve got a dozen things on my mind. Work stuff. Finances. Are my friends pissed at me? Am I gaining weight? Do I make you happy? All of a sudden, I’m a whore. None of that matters.”

“You could do that with a few shots of vodka…”

“The bigger picture is that I’m turning 50. The best parts of my life are probably over and as free as you might think I am, there are parts of me… everyone probably, that I’ve had to keep under wraps. You probably didn’t realize it at the time but the two of you gave me permission to try every dark fantasy I’ve ever had. Maybe for the first time in my life, I don’t have to hide anything.”

That night of her birthday, after she put on the collar, I told her we were both going to fuck her. No discussion or argument… just a statement of what we were going to do. Sometime after coffee and dessert, I bent her over the table, her face resting on her forearms a few inches away from her birthday cake. Pulled down her panties and buried my tongue in her asshole. I wanted her slick and soaking wet to be ready for Dan’s cock to fill her up.

After I peeled off her clothes I adjusted the collar so that it was a good fit, picked her up and carried her over to the couch where he was waiting, jerking off at the sight, stroking his cock to get it hard and stiff for her.

We slowly lowered her onto him, her asshole stretching around the head of his cock and then let gravity do the work of letting her slowly drop until he filled her up, the full length of his cock buried in her ass.

He told her, “You’re such a beautiful whore, you know that? As she started to rock her hips, letting his cock slide in and out, grinding her ass deeper with each stroke.

I swept her hair back into a ponytail and held it in a closed fist to keep her eyes locked with mine.

“Are you going to fuck me too?” she said in a tiny voice that was almost too sweet for words.

“Of course… but I want him to cum in you first. You’re going to spread your ass apart and be proud to show me all of his cum dripping out of your asshole.”