My friends and I, all in our 30s, gave DnD a try starting about a year and a half ago. I'm sure by some standards that's not a very long campaign, but by ours (new to the game) it felt like ages. We only get together once every 2 weeks at best, but whatever, it's a lot of fun. I'm the only one who's married, but two of my friends date a little, and the other two really don't at all (all males). Even the ones who date say it's hell out there, so it's still pretty rare for them to be seeing anyone. I was lucky enough to meet my wife in college, so yea, we got super lucky.
My wife is gorgeous. Way hotter than me, but I treat her really well and we are best friends. I hit the jackpot to be honest. She knew all about the DnD campaign from me droning on about it during walks or over dinner, so she was well aware that my character was a warlock that summons demons, one of which is supposed to be a sexy succubus that feeds on male horniness basically and then turns that into an extra eldritch blast for me some turns. (We kinda make a lot of our own rules so please, DnD purists, don't torch me too hard)
When it was finally time for (what I thought was) the final battle of our campaign, my wife offered to come with me. She joked that she could dress up as my succubus, but it was one of those jokes that came out as if she's rehearsed it in her head 1,000 times first. I've known her long enough and I could tell she kind of wanted to see my friends gawk. I certainly didn't mind.
"What would you wear?" I asked.
She laughed, "Are you serious? I don't know."
"Well, just humor me then."
She thought for a moment, but again, it was clear she'd already thought about it, because she suddenly had a specific outfit in mind, "My black lace bodysuit, my Maleficent horns from halloween two years ago, dark makeup, black and red nails, combat boots, and since the bodysuit is see through up top, I guess that ripped metallica crop I have somewhere."
"Nothing to cover your ass?"
"I thought I was supposed to feed on horniness?"
"Do you actually want to? I'm not gonna lie, I'm getting hard thinking about my friends seeing you like that."
She laughed, "I mean... I wasn't really being serious, but do you really want me to?"
"Yea, just stay covered up when you're not summoned."
She laughed again, "Wait, why does that sound kinda fun though?"
"Because it is fun."
"You don't think they'll mind?"
"No, I really don't think they'll mind. I think it'll make the game more fun."
"Alright. Let's do it then. I'll wear a big sweatshirt and shorts over everything and keep my horns in a bag!"
The game was the next day, and as I was getting ready to leave, my wife stepped into view wearing her outfit.
"Well? Do I look like a succubus?"
My jaw dropped. I see my wife naked everyday. That's marriage. But in all honesty, it never stops being cool. Seeing her dressed like a slut though, knowing where we were going and what was going to happen, I could hardly form words.
"I- uh,"
"Seems I'm a natural. I can already feel your energy draining," she made an evil face and curled her fingers like claws.
"Oh you're perfect," I said through a dumb grin.
The ride over there was charged and tense. She had her sweatshirt on, and a pair of baggy gym shorts over the lace thong portion of her bodysuit as well. We were listening to like hardcore EDM on the ride over just to really get hyped and because it's fun, but as we pulled into the driveway, my wife told me, "Oh my god, I'm like wet-wet, jesus christ."
I looked over at her and realized she had slid a finger inside herself and was now holding it up, showing me how slick it was. I immediately leaned forward and sucked her finger down to the knuckle.
"Delicious," I said. "Come on, this will be fun."
I really resisted the urge to summon her immediately when we started playing. I wanted it to be a reveal. My friends were suspicious, not because she was there, it wasn't the first time she'd hung out while we played, but her look was unusual. She almost always has leggings and a t shirt on, her tight body, thick ass, and perky tits on display a different way, but this time, it *looked* like she was hiding something.
The first time I really had no way to put it off, was during a conversation that I suspect my GM shoe horned in on the fly. We needed to charm a lonely old man, and my succubus was my party's best chance at doing so.
So I summoned her. My wife looked at me like, *now?* and I just nodded my head.
She started by taking off her sweatshirt, revealing the distressed "And justice for all" crop top she had on over the bodysuit, though as she lifted the baggy adidas crew neck over her head, it pulled the shirt up just enough to show her nipples through the lace for just a moment. If it wasn't already clear enough what was happening, she put on her horns next. We all stared, not daring to say a word as she stood and then slid her gym shorts down over her boots with her bent over ass facing the game.
"I am here, master," she spoke in a deep voice for some reason, then laughed, "Wait, that wasn't very sexy," she added.
The warrior in our group (known him since kindergarten) just said, "Disagree. I think you did great."
She stayed standing, swinging her hips back and forth, really leaning into the role.
"I need you to charm this old man," I said, somewhat commandingly.
"Of course," she used her deep voice again, now just committing to the bit.
I handed her the dice she was supposed to roll, and what she did next was in my eyes, one of the coolest DnD rolls ever. She dropped the dice to her side and hip checked them onto the table with her bare ass. The roll succeeded by plenty and we all cheered more than we ever would for such a routine throw.
"Will that be all, master?" she asked, eyeing the boys who were now realizing what would happen if I desummoned her.
"Perhaps you can fetch the wine we brought, and fill everyone's cup first, *servant."* I winked at her.
She made a playfully evil face before replying, "Yes, of course. Anything else?" turning to the other boys.
They didn't know what to say, but our mage struggled through the words, "Uh, is there anything I, uh, we can get for you?"
She smiled and laughed. She turned to me, "Does that mean you can take his turn or something?"
Our GM chimed in, "Oh! Good idea. For being visibly horny and flustered, Feznar loses his bonus action to Gaxly next combat turn, as the power of Gaxly's succubus' aura has drained his energy for her master."
My wife riased her eyebrows, as if impressed with our GM's candidness as well as his ability to adapt. She shook her hips as she left the room, walking with a playful strut.
My friends turned to me and whispered, but it was the type of pacicked hush that was still audible across the room, "Dude! Is this, uh...?"
"Guys, just be cool. Nothing's happening except a show. It's just for fun, so enjoy it. Don't be weird. Your characters don't fall apart when my succubus is summoned usually, so no need for you to either."
They all nodded and smiled, looking almost relieved that I wasn't expecting them to fuck my wife. I laughed to myself, thinking about how porn-brained they were and how confusing this would be.
My wife returned shortly with the open wine and poured it into everyone's cup. She made a show of it, so when she got to me, I grabbed a handful of her ass. My GM then said, "Gaxly, forgetting the power of his own summon, loses his extra bonus action to his succubus' hunger."
I froze and turned to him. I dropped my hand from her ass and smiled, "Fair enough," I said with a grin. My life looked thrilled with the power she now had.
I desummoned her, to the dissapointment of everyone, including my wife, but I knew it was best to use her sparingly, lest the whole game devolve into a peep show. Once the anticipation returned, she put her hand on my back and began to massage my muscles, signaling she agreed.
I summoned her a few times more whenever we'd make camp and take a break for bathroom, snacks, etc. She'd walk around chatting with everyone, still in character, and in effect keeping us all in character too. Our GM (best man at our wedding) paid careful attention to anyone acting too horny, and docked them in some way whenever they did. It was a brilliant way to keep the game alive.
It wasn't then until the final fights that I really needed her again. She'd grown much more comfortable at this point, so this time when I summoned her, she took her metallica crop top off with the sweatshirt. Her perky tits were on display now through the sheer black lace of her bodysuit. Her nipples were hard, and she massaged her tits for a moment, getting into character as my succubus again.
"You all better focus or you're going to lose a whole turn," she said, pointing down at the table.
We all shook it off and nodded to each other. In the fight, I used her to stun a few ads, which she nailed basically everytime. The rolls were falling in our favor. She was having fun, and I was swimming in eldritch blasts. At the end of the fight, when we'd finally won, our GM revealed a hidden chapter, a big bad that was still at large. The campaign wasn't over, but we'd earned a handsome reward.
We all cheered with huge smiles on our faces. My wife celebrated with us, letting everyone have one free butt smack, but gave me an additional kiss.
She then said, "Everyone over there, one group photo for the mems!"
My friends all looked overjoyed, but then immeidately let down when my wife took the camera and positioned us all without joining the shot. She took two or three, but then smirked wildly, "Oh, why not! Just one though!"
She set the self timer and then ran to the middle of the group and held up two horns of rock and stuck out her tongue. Everyone got a copy of the picture, and that was that. Given that the campaign is continuing, I wonder if she'll want to join again...
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