LULU: FANTASY WITH THE WIFE

LULU: FANTASY WITH THE WIFE

We had planned it for literally months. Bought the costume, thought up a role-play, even gotten 

me a little stuffed cactus to use as a prop, and now my hubby was convinced that it was 

basically ruined. There I was, dressed as slutty as could be as his favorite video game MILF, Lulu 

from FFX, and just when we were about to get going, we hear the front door of the house bang 

open, and several, very loud, male voices entered with laughter and teenage energy. 

My Son, 18 going on 19, was meant to be at a concert that night with friends. But their friend's 

car broke down, then they ran for the bus, but missed it, and when they calculated cab fare they 

realized that they could just barely afford to get back home, but getting to the concert was 

beyond their financial means. So, they’d done there best to laugh about it instead of bitching 

about it. Then, basically all stuck, my Son had invited them to crash at our house, in his room, 

until they could get rides the following day. 

At least, that was what I heard. I will still dressed like a gothic super-slut with my tits proudly up 

and on display in a shoulderless, fur frilled top, that left little to the imagination and showcased 

just how big my tits really were.  So, hubby had left me hanging, had harsh words with the boys, 

but eventually caved when he heard what they were dealing with, and how well they had actually 

managed to deal with it. He came back to the room looking like a kicked puppy, convinced that I 

would be changing into flannel sweats and baking pies or some such non-nonsense. I, on the 

other hand, had other plans. 

See, my hubby and I loved to role-play, and engage in naughty sex acts; this was true. But I’d 

been his fantasy woman since we were 16, for almost 20 years now, and I knew quite a bit more 

about him than that. For example, I knew that when we went to sex clubs, the only thing he liked 

more than having sex with me, was getting to watch someone else have sex with me. He always 

described it as, he can’t see me getting fucked while he was fucking me, and there was 

something about watching the whole show that just, fucking did it for him. 

After learning that, I quickly learned just how far it all went, and, trust me when I tell you that the 

only thing that could salvage a ruined date night was me telling the hubby that while he’d been 

held up at work, I’d not only gone on the date without him, but I’d gotten lucky.  So, as he sat 

down on the bed looking dejected and sad, I decided that I knew just what would cheer him up. 

I decided to tease him, make a game of it, and give him a naughty little story. He was talking 

about how the night was a wash, and I took that moment to cut in with, “It doesn’t have to be you 

know…” I purred the words, and raised my eyebrows just a touch as I said it. If nothing else, my 

shift in tone stopped him dead in his tracks. Then I pouted and told him that we had, “All those 

strong, handsome, capable young men, just down the hall… And here I am dressed like a slut. 

Why, however will I solve my problem of needing some hard cock to suck?” 

Then, as my husband's frown began to form into a smile, and I saw him shifting his seat to 

adjust his newfound erection, I continued the game. “Oh wait!” I teased. Then I looked at him with 

a wicked smile, and suggestively purred, “I know where I could find some willing cocks…” 

It was working perfectly. My hubby looked like he could barely breathe, he was so turned on. I 

was about to start towards him so I could give him a lovely little hand job as I continued, but 

before I could, he took it out himself and said, “I want you to tell me about it baby. I want to hear 

every detail.” He was so serious. He was gritting his teeth like he was overcome with lust. Gently, 

I chided him, “Well, that is the plan honey.” But before I could take another step, he said the first 

thing that had surprised me in god knows how long. I mean, we were pretty damn kinky! But then 

he said, “No, not now. I mean after, like we did in the club that time.”

It… it took me a second. Then, vaguely at first, I got the reference. A few weeks back, he’d 

wanted me to be with two guys at once, but wasn’t sure how he felt about seeing that. So I’d 

taken them into a private room, and later on, he and I had some fun of our own, while I told him 

all about it. But… did he mean that I should ACTUALLY go down the hall and suck off our Son’s 

18 year old buddies? 

I didn’t want to break character, or ruin the game, so I kept playing along. Just in case I’d 

misunderstood. But, thing was, I hadn’t. He started talking it about, about how hot, and nasty, and 

slutty it was. How I’d have hard young cocks in me, and be a total MILF, and how they’d have 

such stamina, and… the longer he talked, the more I squirmed. 

It sounded like a terrible idea at first! But, the longer he told me how wicked, and slutty, and dirty 

he thought it was, the more I started to agree with him. Besides, the weirdest part was how I 

could never have imagined talking him into something like this, and yet, here he was trying to talk 

me into it. It sort of felt like a trap.

I reached for the door and asked him if he was serious. I opened it, and stepped into the hallway, 

dressed like a naughty gothic milf fantasy, and asked if he was sure. I told him that I would 

seriously do it if he thought he could handle it, and in reply, he moaned the word “please!”

So I smiled, shot him a sexy little wink, and closed the door. 

Much later, I knocked on the door, and asked if I could come in. He gave me a very awake 

sounding yes, and I entered to find him still hard, and still playing with himself. The lights were off 

except for a little lamp by his side of the bed, and I could see his confused frown as he realized I 

was still wearing my outfit. Then I told him that I wanted him to come over and sit in the chair in 

front of me, and, his spirits starting to lift, he ran over to do as I asked. 

After he was seated, I turned the light on, and watched the awe, wonder, and sexual excitement 

play across his face. 

“How’s Mommy look, baby?” He groaned in pleasure, and stopped touching himself for fear that 

he would finish too soon as he took in the sight of me. Oh, I was still wearing my outfit. Of 

course, I was also wearing several, yes, SEVERAL, loads of cum. It was all over my big tits, and 

running into my cleavage. And, if he looked closely at the sheer black fabric that was draped over 

my stomach, he would have seen the trickles that were already through my cleavage, and 

running down the front of me. Then, because he was so fixed on my tits, I tilted my head up and 

asked, “How’s my smile look hubby?” Which, of course, drew his attention to the cum running 

out of the corner of my mouth, and dripping towards my chin. 

Even at the club, I’d cleaned up before he saw me. Now he was looking at me, his wife, the 

object of his every lustful desire, covered in the cum of multiple teenaged studs. The fact that I 

was dressed like his another major object of his lust, and that I sucked off those boys right down 

the hall from our bedroom probably didn’t hurt either. Or, at least judging from the way he was 

squirming, it did hurt, but he kind of liked it. 

He stared for several minutes, and I was all too happy to pose for him as he worked up the 

courage to touch himself again. After a few more minutes, he found enough bravery to ask what I 

knew he’d been dying to ask since the moment I got back. “How much cum is that?” 

His phrasing was cute, and made me grin. Personally, I wasn’t going for cute. I was going for 

depraved whore. So I told him the truth, which just so happened to be what he wanted to hear. 

“All three of them, of course”. I smiled when I said it, and before he could recover from that 

knowledge, I hit him with more, adding; “I had to take turns with them, of course. I couldn’t fit all 

three in my mouth at once. So I ended up with one in each hand, and one in my mouth. Then just 

I just, bobbed, and stroked, and sucked, and slurped for all I was worth. Oh, and of course, I 

could NOT stop moaning the entire time. But... I managed to suck all three of them off, switching 

back and forth constantly, until they all begged me to let them cum on my tits… Oh hubby. Forget 

a MILF. Those boys saw your wife be an absolute WHORE for them tonight.”

He was gritting his teeth, and he’d stopped stroking again. He was struggling so hard not to cum, 

and I was loving every second of it. Mercifully, I let him catch his breath. After all, he wasn’t the 

only one having fun with this! 

After several, long minutes, he managed to gulp, and try for another question. Of all the things he 

could have asked me, I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting what he actually said. At least, not until 

after he’d cum. Of course, that he asked me right in that moment, so close to the edge, so 

wrapped up in a fantasy come to life; told me everything I needed to know about how much of his 

initial reaction had been because I’d used the word “Mommy” when I first came in. 

He asked me, if I was sucking and slurping, and being a loud, naughty little whore for all those 

teenagers… then how did I keep our Son from catching on?

In response, I grinned wickedly, and let him stew in silence. I left him hanging in the wind,  

wondering what the grin meant. After several, agonizingly long moments, I said, “I never said that 

I kept him from catching on.” 

I swear, I could hear his heart start beating faster the moment I said it. I was right! He’d been 

hiding this fantasy from me this whole time! I started to walk slowly towards the bed; a sexual 

swing to my hips as I went. As I walked from him, he stuttered, but you said that…” and, already 

knowing where he was going, I cut him off there. 

“I said,” I began, already having reached the bed. “That the cum on my chest, and my mouth, 

was from all three of his friends… yes.” I dropped parts of my outfit to the floor then. It dropped 

away into a sluttier, more dominant, more lingerie-like set up. Then I crawled up on the bed, and 

started to make my way across it on my hands and knees. But I hadn’t gotten very far when I 

stopped, looked at him over my shoulder, and spread my legs wide. 

“It really is a shame that we were in the basement, and on the other side of the house sweetie”, I 

said. My smile almost as big as the look of shock on his pure red face. I’d never seen him blush 

that badly before. But then, he’d never seen me with another man’s cum dripping out of my 

pussy and running down my thigh before. 

He was furiously jerking himself towards orgasm before I even got to finish my thought. But I 

finished it anyway, and, judging from how hard he came as I did, I’m pretty sure he liked what I 

had to say.

“A damn shame… Because if you think I look like a whore now… Well, you should have heard all 

the depraved, utterly slutty things that I began screaming when our Son mounted me, and 

pounded his Whore-Mother’s tight little cunt, while 3 of his horny little friends watched!”

Much later that night, after we had both showered, and made out, and done all the things that 

horny husbands and wives do; there was definitely a moment of “wow”. At least one of us said, 

out loud, “I can’t believe tonight actually happened”. But, of course, it had. My relationship with my 

Son was forever changed. That was both exciting and scary. My relationship with, at least 3 of 

my Son’s friends, had changed too, and that was, well, that was just exciting. But the hubby and I 

had crossed some new lines too, and, it was a lot of, “wow”.

 

I asked him that night how he felt about it all, and the gist of what he had to say was that it was 

amazing and awesome and he loved it, but it also hadn’t hit him fully that it was real yet. We had 

played this as a game so many times, and now it wasn’t a game. So, once again, I wanted to be 

the good little hotwife that I was, and bring my husband some peace of mind. So, I asked him 

two questions that I thought might help him feel better, and clear some things up for him. 

First, I reminded him that the boys would still be there when we got up and I made breakfast the 

next day. Which he seemed to take as both good and bad. Then I told him that, I had no doubt 

that my “Mom-powers” would have them acting normally, despite what had happened the night 

before, but… And I walked one hand across his chest as I let it hang in the air. 

Eventually, I heard his smile, and that first twinkling of excitement as he asked me to go on. So, 

with my own smile now in place, I did. 

I told him that getting a bj from your friends hot Mom was one thing, but getting to do… more than 

that, was something else entirely. “So,” I started. “My first question for you is, would you like it if, 

oh so casually of course, I asked them while I was handing out the bacon and eggs, if any of 

them knew what a gangbang was?” He groaned, a very pleased groan, and shifted in the dark. 

After a few minutes, he said, “I… I think that maybe I WOULD like that”. 

I had hoped so. But as he lay facing away from me in the darkness, I said, “Okay… second 

question... I couldn’t help but notice how much you liked… certain aspects of what happened 

tonight. Things that we haven’t talked about before. So… knowing that you are tired, and worn 

out, and ready for sleep. Knowing that you are looking forward to tomorrow now, I think this might 

be the best time to test out a theory, and ask my last question.” 

I waited for him to say okay, and acknowledge it. Then I scooted up to his back, pressed my 

naked tits into him, and brought my lips right up to his earlobe. With my breath hot on skin, I 

dropped my voice a low, sultry purr. And with a Mother’s confidence, I reached around him, and 

began to run my hand along his inner thigh, as if I was trying not to brush his balls, and just 

accidentally failing; as I said, “Do you want Mommy to take care of this cock for you?”

A moment later, I reached for him, and, in case you didn’t know, a man my husband's age getting 

rock hard for the third time in the same 6 hour period was all the answer I needed. So the last 

thing I said before slipping under the sheets, and “kissing him goodnight” was, “Well then. It looks 

like Mommy is going to be taking care of both her boys from now on. Isn’t she?” And then I 

couldn’t say anything else. Because I was too good a Mom to set a bad example; by talking while my 

mouth was full.