I had fucked her exactly four times before he watched us.
It was a simple arrangement, and it worked for me, but when she suggested it might be fun for her husband to be included, I couldn’t find a reason to argue. While it might be a bit kinky to fuck another man’s wife, having him watch you do it is a different animal. There’s tension, there’s jealousy, and often real conflict.
Fantasy is rarely the same as reality.
The two of them decided on the scene beforehand, and I was as game as could be. Sex with her was always fun, and I enjoyed the afternoons when she came over and rode my cock on the couch during my lunch break. But this time, we were going to their house. In their bedroom. On their bed.
I arrived around six and Jessica met me at the door with a martini. I kissed her on the mouth as she shut the door behind me and we laughed as we made our way upstairs. He was due in a half hour or so, which gave us enough time to negotiate, get ourselves ready, and revel in the tension of our new situation.
“Has he ever watched you before?”
“Not once. I’ve sent him photos. Of me sucking cock at least, but not much more than that. I’m not sure he realizes how intense it’s going to be.”
“I can be gentle,” I teased, slapping her on the ass.
“You better not,” she said, climbing on top of me. “But there are a few other things he wants. And personally, the thought of them has been driving me crazy all week.”
I said nothing as I kissed her neck and space between her breasts. I was all ears.
“He’s going to catch us, you know that much. Just kissing like this. After a moment of horror, which may or may not be real, I’m going to tell him this is how it is now. And then…”
She whispered the details in my ear, and I was hard halfway through. Our sex was fun, but this was going to be a different thing altogether. I kissed her again, polished off my drink, and then grabbed her ass under her dress with both hands. Just when I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders I heard the front door slam.
And then steps on the stairs.
“What the fuck?”
He stood in the door, this man I had never met, with his mouth open. I had a momentary urge to make sure he was alright, but I thankfully resisted.
“What does it look like,” Jessica said, letting her dress slide down further until her breasts were free.
“Jessica, this is ridiculous. Who is this guy?”
“This is the guy who’s been fucking me twice a week for the last month. Don’t act so surprised. You’ve been telling me for a year how hot you think it would be for me to have an affair. What did you expect?”
“It’s just not… It’s not how I imagined it.”
His face was red, and his fists clenched, but he stepped into the room and closed the door. If he was angry, she sure as heck wasn’t going to do anything about it.
“Well, it’s up to you darling. You can stay and help, or you can go downstairs and get dinner started while I finish up. What’s it gonna be?”
He stuttered and stammered for a moment, and I began to kiss her breasts as I squeezed her ass tighter. I was so hard I could barely think.
“What do I have to do?” He asked, falling to his knees on the floor.
“Come here,” she whispered, sliding off the bed until she knelt in front of me. Her deft fingers had me out and in her hand a moment later as her husband crawled to us, his mouth watering.
“It’s so big,” he mumbled.
“I told you that’s how I like them. But tell me. Were you serious? Do you really want to watch me get fucked? Do you want to see this big cock inside of me?”
All he could do was nod. Emphatically. I guess that answered that question!
“Well then, you better get him nice and wet for me. It takes some work with a cock that big.”
He looked up at me before blushing and turning away. It would have been cute if I wasn’t so damn ready for what was to come next. Ever so slowly, he moved in, reached out a hand, touched me gently, and then licked his lips.
“Here, I’ll show you,” his wife said, opening her mouth on me as her hand slid up and down my cock. “Just like that.”
He was on me a moment later, and I wondered how long he had fantasized about just this. His lips were soft and warm as he took me into his mouth, struggling not to gag as he sucked on me. Jessica sat back and watched, her mouth open as she stared at him until she finally remembered what was next and took off her dress.
As he continued blowing me, she climbed onto the bed next to me and I pulled her in for a kiss. He felt good, but I was ready.
“Is he nice and hard for me? Did you do a good job?” She asked as she straddled me, her back to her husband who still knelt on the floor with my dick in his hand.
“He’s so hard. So big and so hard. But aren’t you going to… You know. Put a condom on?”
“I have some in my bag,” I offered, the routine now familiar. We had been safe every time.
“Is that what you want?” Jessica asked, turning to look over her shoulder as she took me in hand and rubbed me against her pussy as if for the first time. “Because I think I want it like this.”
“Please no,” he begged, watching as she let me enter her just a bit.
“It will feel so much better,” she cooed, now looking down into my eyes. “Don’t you want to fuck me like this?”
“You’re such a dirty woman. Of course, I do,” I said, pulling her down even further until I was buried halfway inside her. Her husband whined and moaned as he watched, but he still held me tightly around the base.
“It’s so hot,” he mumbled over and over again. “Please do it. Please fuck my wife. I need to see it.”
“Just like this?” She asked again.
“Yes!” He cried as I pulled her to me, filling her with my bare cock for the very first time.
It was his fantasy she told me, so why not? Both of us had been tested, and while we had been good, we had teased each other about it. But now that he was there, begging for me to fill her, it didn’t matter. She felt better than I had ever imagined and nothing was going to stop me.
When she sat up for a moment I felt his mouth on me again, tasting his wife’s pussy, and then I was back inside her, ready for more. After a minute or two of letting her ride me, it was my turn, and I tossed her onto her back in an instant.
“If we’re going to fuck like this, I’m going to fuck you hard,” I growled, thrusting into her as I pinned her arms about her head. “You like to be fucked hard, don’t you?”
“Yes, please, don’t stop.”
Her husband moved onto the bed next to us, watching with rapt attention as I thrust into his wife again and again. I squeezed her wrists together and for a while I nearly forgot he was there as I lost myself in the sensation of skin touching skin.
“Whatever you do, please don’t come inside her,” he begged, jerking off fiercely as he gawked at us.
“Oh fuck,” I said, burying myself within her. I moved faster and faster, knowing just what I was going to do.
“Please,” she moaned, and I’m not sure if he thought she was listening to him or to me, but maybe it didn’t matter. Because two seconds later, I cried out as I thrust into her and began to let go, flooding her cunt with my very being.
“I can feel it,” she said, turning to face him. “I can feel him coming inside me!”
“Fuck!” Her husband cried, erupting on his hand as I continued to fill his wife. I came and I came, kissing her mouth as we consummated our desire so fully for the first time. Again and again, I felt myself let go, until all I could do was collapse onto her sweaty body while he stared at us with tears in his eyes.
When I finally rolled off her, he took her hand and kissed her fingers.
“Are you okay?” She asked, real worry in her eyes. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and then smiled.
“I’m so much better than okay,” he said, parting her thighs with one hand. “It was better than I could ever have hoped for.”
And then, as I lay back and watched, he dove between his wife’s legs, his mouth open and eager as he attacked her with a fury I suspected he had never shown before. With his tongue inside her, he looked up at me and smiled. Reaching out a hand, I met his, and he squeezed me gently and warmly even as he continued to clean up the mess I had left behind.
As I lay back, her golden hair splayed on the bed, I wondered at how simple it all was. How beautiful I had come and how even now, with her dear husband between her thighs, Jessica was coming as well, knowing that she was loved and desired beyond even her youthful expectations.
And how beautiful it was. How sweet and how tender.
How incredibly perfect.