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Sweat dripped down my brow as Amy and I fucked. Our louse of a landlord had promised to replace our air conditioner unit but never seemed to find the time. Now my wife and I were forced to fuck in a bedroom that could double as a sauna.
Amy had already cum, but despite being turned on beyond words, I was struggling to finish.
“Talk dirty to me. Tell me about one of your fantasies,” I begged.
With a glint in her eyes, Amy breathlessly said, “I’m picturing you me as I suck off another guy.”
Amy had never shared a fantasy like that, and I needed to know more.
“Go on,” I urged her.
She smiled at me. Amy loved feeling in control in the bedroom, and she could tell the power her words had over me.
“I want to feel his cock throb in my mouth as I get him ready to ride my drenched cunt. I’d have you switch places, forcing you to watch as this strange man thrusts his bare cock over and over again into my needy cunt” she purred.
I was on the precipice of cumming, but I needed to hear more, uncertain if she would ever be willing to share such a naughty fantasy again.
“More,” I pleaded.
Amy kneaded her slick chest, pulling and twisting at her nipples the harder I pounded her. We were both on the verge of cumming, for her a second time.
“I’d beg him to cum in my cunt. I’d want him to load me with his creamy seed so you could fuck it deeper into me. I want you to give me your sloppy seconds, baby. Cum in me just like our stud did. Fill my cunt!” Amy screamed as an orgasm washed over her.
My body spasmed as spurt after spurt of my cum covered my wife’s vaginal walls. Out of breath and spent, I collapsed next to her.
Amy nuzzled into the crick of my arm, silently nestling against me. I held her tight, letting my warm embrace remind her of my love. While Amy and I enjoyed having dirty , reconnecting afterward was vital for our relationship.
I lay there aglow in the aftermath of my orgasm, wondering how much of what Amy shared was something she wanted to act out.
Before I could even say anything, Amy pushed herself up using my chest as leverage and looked me in the eyes.
“Yes, I would like to try that out in real life,” she said.
“What? I didn’t say anything,” I laughed.
“We’ve been together for fifteen years. You don’t think I know when you’re wondering something,” Amy teased.
Sleep soon came from us, only to be woken up to the blaring sound of our alarm clock. I shuffled to the kitchen to make my coffee. The strong aroma wafted into my nostrils, providing me the jolt I needed to start the day. As I sipped my coffee in the tranquil quiet of my living room, I began to think about the possibilities that Amy’s fantasy could bring.
Unfortunately, the hectic rush to get the kids ready for camp derailed me from my morning reverie. Eventually, I settled into my day, working from my home office. The familiar bing of an email alerted me to a new message from an online buddy.
For months now, I had been chatting with a fellow member of a porn site’s message board. It wasn’t something I shared with anyone, but the secret thrill of it did wonders for my jerkoff sessions.
As I traded pics with this digital stranger, I contemplated sharing what happened last night. Multiple times, I typed out what Amy had told me, only to delete it. I worried what would happen if I hit enter. This was something for Amy and me, yet the possibility of letting someone into our intimate dreams made it feel like we were one step closer to making them real.
With a bit of trepidation, I finally hit send. Minutes passed without any response. I worried that I misread the nature of our encounters and almost signed off. Suddenly, my computer pinged again.
“Wow. Your wife sounds amazing. I can’t believe how hard I am from just reading that,” the message read.
I quickly responded. The loud tapping of the keyboard echoed in my tiny office as I furiously typed what I hoped would make him even hornier for my wife.
“I would love to dress her up in some latex and have her seduce you at a club. She looks absolutely divine when she gets all sweaty from dancing,” I replied.
Seconds passed, and he messaged me again.
“I’m jerking off to your messages. I would love to share your wife,” he said.
I didn’t know why, but making this stranger hard was turning me on beyond words. I pictured him jerkingoff, watching Amy masturbate in one of her latex numbers. I shared my fantasies, hoping that would bring him over the edge.
“That was amazing. I came so hard. Thanks. Speak again,” I soon read.
Horny and with a throbbing cock, I went on with my day. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. We had dinner as a family and then watched television once the kids were in bed.
All I wanted to do was tell my wife about my chat sessions from this morning, but I worried about her reaction. My heart pounded in my chest as my wife laid her head on my shoulder. I feared she would find me sharing her secrets with a stranger online to be a complete betrayal, yet I couldn’t help but be excited to see her reaction.
I took a long, deep breath before telling her.
“You what? What did you tell them?” She responded.
While Amy wasn’t upset, she was revved up.
I explained what happened. The expression on Amy’s face shifted. Gone was any sense of annoyance. It was replaced by a look of lust I was very familiar with. Amy pulled off her sleep shirt, revealing her hardening nipples to me. With a naughty look in her eyes, she twirled her fingers around her rosecolored nubs before pinching them between two of her fingers.
“Tell me more. Tell me what you would want me to do to him,” Amy sighed with ual enthusiasm.
I knew it was now or never.
“I want you to make him yours. Show him how a real woman fucks. I want to watch you ride him in your latex skirt, letting the skirt rustle loudly as you moaned around my cock, as he fucked you hard,” I told her.
Amy continued to play with her tits while we talked. While I never expected things to take this path, I wondered how far we could push it.
“Show me how wet you are,” I commanded.
Despite Amy’s dominant energy, she enjoyed the occasional moment when I took the reins. She slipped off her pants, revealing her smooth pussy to me. Her labia were shimmering as she spread her lips open. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. Amy ran two fingers up and down her slit, making herself feel good.
“Tell me more,” she moaned.
“I want you to beg for his cream as you moan his name loudly. In my dreams, I would be you in the ass as you rode the two of us at the same time. Sweat would be dripping down your tits as you beg to be filled,” I described.
I could tell she was close. I whipped out my phone and began recording her masturbating. She smiled and played up her moaning for the camera. We had never recorded each other while having , but the addition of the camera increased the allure of the moment.
“I’m cumming,” she yelled.
I worried the kids might hear her, but at that point, all I wanted was to see my beautiful wife get off.
As she came down from her orgasm, she looked at me lovingly. I sat beside her, holding her close, waiting to see what she would say.
“Maybe it is time for you to introduce me to your friend,” she whispered.
There was apprehension in her voice, but I could tell she was sincere in her desire.
“I will message him now and see if we can find a time to FaceTime this weekend since the kids will be away at your parents’,” I informed her.
All she said was, “Great,” before getting dressed again.
The rest of the week was uneventful. Mike, the man from online, gleefully replied that he would love to chat with Amy and me. Having never done something like this before, I was terrified. As Saturday approached, I wondered whether we should back out. It was one thing for Amy and me to talk dirty to each other about this, but to actually share her with another man left me feeling uncertain.
“We can back out,” Amy said as she tapped my arm.
My wife could sense my unease, but once I saw what she was wearing, all my worries slipped away.
While I hadn’t expected Amy to dress up for our call, she went all out.
Amy twirled around, showing off her goods. While she usually wore her hair down, her raven locks were slicked back, with two strands hanging around her youthful face.
But it wasn’t just her hair that was different. Amy wore a tight white crop top that was practically seethrough. Beneath it was a black PVC bra that clung to her tits, making it hard to look away. Something about the black and white combination added to the allure.
My eyes trailed down, taking in the rest of her outfit. Not to be outdone by her top, Amy had squeezed into her tight black latex leggings. The leggings hugged every curve of her legs and hips, making her look taller than she was. The latex molded to my wife like a second skin. With every step, the polished fabric caught the light and crackled loudly, bringing attention to her amazing body.
I swallowed hard, uncertain of what to say. “You. Wow,” was all I managed to say.
Amy walked towards me, swaying her hips, ensuring the latex made as loud a noise as possible. As she reached me, she bent forward, grinning widely before asking, “Too much?”
We both cackled loudly, basking in the absurdity of what we were doing.
“You look hotter than words could express. Mike is about to lose his mind,” I exclaimed.
I opened my laptop, searching through my messages for Mike’s number. Dialing his phone, we nervously waited for him to answer.
“Hi,” a deep voice answered on the other side.
“Hey. Great to finally talk to you,” I said.
“And you must be Amy,” Mike said, a big smile flashing across his face.
It was clear that he was happy with how she looked. While we exchanged pictures, seeing each other live alleviated all of our concerns.
We made small talk, allowing ourselves time to get comfortable with one another. We talked about life and our jobs, yet there was ual energy always beneath the surface of everything we said.
“I can’t believe Justin has been hiding such a beautiful wife,” Mike remarked.
I laughed loudly at his comment.
“Who would have thought she would want to talk with the guy I exchanged porn with?” I commented.
“Well, when they are as cute as Mike here, of course I would,” Amy teased.
As the conversation progressed, Amy seemed to revel in pushing Mike’s buttons. I first noticed it as she found every reason to reach upward, forcing her crop top to lift and allowing her PVC bra to show. With every appearance, Mike shifted in his seat, clearly trying to adjust his growing hardon.
After a while, Amy was no longer interested in teasing.
“I want to see what you’re packing,” Amy lewdly said.
While shocked to see her talk so dirty to another man, I loved how powerful she felt doing so. Amy turned her head, shooting me a smile, bringing me along on her conquest.
Mike stood up and unzipped his pants. His thick cock popped into frame. We watched Mike stroke his dick, making it grow even bigger.
“That looks good enough to eat,” Amy chimed.
Mike swallowed hard before replying with a simple thanks. My wife had this poor stranger on the edge. He tried to keep his cool, but the way his voice cracked with every word demonstrated his difficulty maintaining his composure.
“You have nothing to worry about. Just watch me,” Amy softly laughed.
Amy swung her legs over the chair, drawing attention to her leggings. With both of her hands, she drew her fingers along the inside of her thighs, making her latex leggings glimmer under the light.
“These leggings were a bit of a struggle to get into, but I think they were worth it, don’t you?” She giggled.
“You look amazing,” Mike croaked.
Amy slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs, stretching them out, giving Mike a full view of her latex leggings. The latex creaked as she ran her hands over the leggings before pressing the glossy fabric between her pussy lips, giving Mike a peak at her camel toe.
My cock throbbed in my pants as I watched my wife seduce this man from a thousand miles away.
Amy bit her lip as she leaned forward towards the camera, letting Mike peer down her shirt and catch a better glimpse of her PVC bra. Licking her lips, Amy cupped her breast, rubbing the bra into her nipples, and moaned in delight.
“I want you to jerk off for me, Mike. God, my tits feel so good in my hands. They fill my palms so nicely. I bet you would love to feel them,” Amy purred.
Amy gestured for me to come closer. As I moved into view, Amy unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. While looking straight into the camera, Amy licked around my purpleheaded mushroom, all the while massaging her latex legging into her wet snatch.
“So hot!” Mike repeatedly said.
I could hear his hand stroking his spitcovered cock loudly over my computer speakers as Amy sucked my dick between her glosscovered lips. The high pitched squeaking of her latex leggings reverberated throughout our apartment as Amy feverishly rubbed the smooth material against her clit.
Amy’s moans pulsated over my engorged cock, as she dragged her lips and tongue over its length. Despite wanting to put on a show for Mike, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Fuck!” We heard Mike yell over the speaker.
Spurts of cum erupted out of Mike’s dick, covering his hand and stomach. Seeing our strange new friend cum, was the final straw. Amy’s body tensed as her orgasm ripped through her. She continued rubbing the latex over her clit, attempting to draw out cumming as long as possible.
I couldn’t handle it. My eyes met my wife’s as I let loose, filling her mouth with my cream. Amy slurped my seed down her throat, making a show of it for Mike.
With her mouth full of cum, she turned toward the camera and opened her mouth before swallowing the rest of my load. Mike’s eyes widen, shocked by my wife’s slutty act.
We soon said our goodbyes and that we hoped to meet soon in real life.
“I want to go through with it,” Amy announced while packing school lunches the next evening.
“What to go through with what?” I asked, confused.
“I think we should go down to Miami and meet Mike. I know it’s crazy, but it’s all I have been able to think about all day. I even spoke to my mother, and she said she would take the kids for a long weekend so that you and I could reconnect,” Amy explained.
I was shocked, to say the least. While I had long fantasized about having group with my wife, I never imagined things progressing so quickly. Part of me wanted to put the brakes on this whole thing, but I could sense my wife’s excitement to try out her newly vocalized dream.
“Let’s do this then. I’ll reach out to Mike and confirm that he would want to meet in person,” I told her.
Amy packed the kid’s sandwiches into their backpacks before looking up at me with an eager smile.
“Great,” she simply said before leaning over and pecking me on the lips.
I rushed to my computer before any nerves kicked in. There was no template I knew of to ask another man to join us in bed, so I cut straight to the chase.
“Amy and I had a ton of fun last night. I know this may come as a surprise, but we would love to fly down for a weekend and take things from the virtual realm into the bedroom. Let me know what you think!” I hastily typed out.
With a deep breath, I hit send and went on with the rest of my evening. Soon, Amy and I went to bed, both of us astonished by our newfound adventurous streak. While Amy passed out the moment she hit the pillow, I tossed and turned unable to shut off my brain.
Images of Amy sucking off another man while she rode my cock flashed before me at a mile a minute. I couldn’t stop picturing what it would be like to see my wife and partner of fifteen years with another man. Sultry visions of Amy dripping in sweat dressed up in latex made my heart race. The fact that she was another man just added to the allure of the whole setup. I couldn’t believe that such a dream could soon become a reality.
Eventually, I gave up on sleeping, slipped into the bathroom, and jerked out to thoughts of my wife.
“Suck his cock, babydoll. You look so y dressed in your catsuit. I love how your hair is slicked back and messy, sweat dripping down the opening of your latex, making your tits shimmer while the two of us pleasure you,” I whispered to myself as I ran my hand up and down my throbbing dick.
After ten minutes, I finally came. Satiated and exhausted, I finally fell asleep.
We arrived in Miami a week later, excited to see if we would let our dream become a reality. From the second we stepped off the plane, the humidity hit us like a brick. My beautiful wife glistened in the intense August Miami sun, making me want her even more.
“Let’s hit the beach after we check in,” Amy said.
I vehemently agreed, looking forward to seeing my wife in a bikini. We quickly dealt with the front desk and made our way up to our room. Thanks to a hookup from my wife’s company, we were able to afford a suite that overlooked the ocean.
As I looked around the suite, all I could think about was the various places we could fuck. I was beyond horny, and I knew laying by the beach wasn’t going to help my burgeoning hardon.
Amy shot me a look as if she could read my thoughts.
“Chill. Down boy. We have all weekend,” she giggled.
Her sweet laughter was a salve that warmed my heart and reminded me that no matter what happened over the weekend, I was lucky to have married my best friend. We took our time unpacking, settling into our new home for the weekend.
“I’m going to change in the bathroom. Be ready when I get out,” Amy said.
I grabbed a pair of swimming trunks and slipped them on. I finished the look off with a white linen shirt and a straw hat. Looking in the mirror, I was happy with what I saw reflected back at me. While I was in my forties, all my running left me in good shape. I knew we were here to live out our dream of Amy being with two men, but I hoped to attract some younger women at the beach.
All those thoughts floated away the second Amy returned to the living room. Amy whistled at me before leaning against the doorframe, calling for my attention. I nearly choked on my drink as I saw my wife standing there in her new bikini. It was white and, was damn well, the smallest bathing suit I had ever seen her in. The thin strings of her top barely did their jobs, making me wonder if her tits would pop out at any moment. Each cup consisted of a narrow triangle of fabric, showing way more of Amy’s chest than she ever seemed comfortable showing in public.
As I gave her the onceover, I noticed the bottoms were just as flimsy as the top. A slim strip of fabric in the front barely connected to an impossibly small string that acted as floss between Amy’s tight ass cheeks and rode up her hips. The bikini left nothing to the imagination. While I had seen Amy in her share of bikinis over the years, I had never even pictured her in a bikini as naughty as the one she had practically painted onto her trim figure.
“Looks like someone likes what he sees,” Amy teased.
I tried to find the words to express how hot I thought she looked, but no matter how hard I tried, the words wouldn’t come. My mind was racing. Amy looked like a goddess, yet for a moment, I forgot how to speak to tell her how y I thought she looked.
“Wow,” I finally muttered.
Amy cackled, unabashedly enjoying my inability to talk. She sauntered over to me, swinging her hips with every step. She put one finger on my nose and her other hand on my chest.
“Just wow?” She teased.
With confidence I had rarely seen in her, Amy closed the distance between us, thrusting her hips into mine. Amy’s bikini stretched taut over her chest, allowing her erect nipples to poke through the thin cup.
“Uhhuh,” I gulped.
Amy pulled back and turned around, allowing me a full glimpse of her bare ass. With every step, the thin string seemed to dig deeper between her cheeks, leaving even less to the imagination. Finally, my wife turned and faced me again. Unsurprisingly, the narrow fabric that covered her mound had created a camel toe, allowing me a full view of her smooth lips.
“I had a feeling you’d like it,” Amy said, grabbing her beach bag and heading toward the door.
I stood there frozen.
“You coming?” She said while reaching out her hand.
I quickly followed, excited to see what the rest of the day would bring.
Walking hand in hand, we strolled through the lobby to the beach. The beach was full of college kids enjoying their summer. Their energy was infectious. You could almost smell the pheromones in the air as the students attempted to get laid.
Seeing all the young men and women flirting gave me an idea. With a devious smile, I pulled Amy closer and whispered in her ear.
“How about I sit over here and see what happens if you sunbathe alone?” I asked.
With a glint in her eye, Amy handed me a towel before walking about a hundred feet away from me without saying a word. The sun was still high, leaving us plenty of time to bake in the sun. I watched her settle down and get comfortable on the beach.
From a few feet away, I watched Amy with a smile on my face as she rubbed tanning oil across her body. Amy took her time applying the oil, careful not to miss an inch of skin. She looked absolutely radiant in her white bikini, with her skin glistening in the sun.
My wife’s hands finally came upon her breasts. With gentle strokes, Amy outlined her bosom, making her tits shimmer. Amy shot me a smile before sliding her hands beneath the tiny cups that barely held her tits in place. Even from a few feet away, I could hear the audible gasps that escaped her lips the longer she massaged the oil onto her taut nipples.
Amy’s fingers danced across her body, putting on a show for all of those lucky enough to sit by her. She seemed completely in her element, basking in the looks everyone was giving her. Finally, she settled down, put her earbuds in, and slipped on her sunglasses.
We both lay there for about thirty minutes before we noticed a young man in his midtwenties approaching Amy. He was tall and muscular, the typical frat bro looking guy. I tensed as this young man approached Amy. While this is what I had hoped for, seeing it actually happen caused a lump in my throat.
I watched intently while this man eyed my wife, taking in her slick body, before eventually saying something.
“Hi. It looks like you could use some company,” he suggested.
Amy looked up, bemused. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears and smiled.
“Did you say something?” she flirtatiously asked.
He bent down and leaned in closer to her. His muscular physique made Amy look tiny in comparison, yet despite their size differences, I could tell that Amy held all the power.
“A woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t be out here all by her lonesome,” he stated.
His eyes roamed over my wife’s figure while trying not to stare too much.
Amy propped herself up on her elbows, moving closer to him.
“Aren’t you sweetheart? I’m Amy,” she playfully said.
“Jake. Nice to meet you, Amy,” he replied.
He hovered over my wife, moving closer with every passing second. My pulse quickened, uncertain of what was about to happen. This young man seemed eager to make my wife his, and I had no idea what Amy was willing to let him get away with. The two of them laughed softly as Amy flipped over and passed him the bottle of tanning oil. I could no longer hear what they were saying, but I eagerly watched him spray oil across my wife’s back.
I was in awe as Amy entangled Jake in her web, letting him rub the oil across her back. Amy looked over at me with a widening smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she loved it.
Jake pressed his body into hers while kneading the muscles in her back. He was taking his time, rubbing the oil slowly across Amy’s skin. She let out a soft hum, letting him know she was enjoying his touch.
“Your hands feel wonderful. You must get all the girls,” Amy said, making sure she spoke loud enough for me to hear.
My cock tented in my trunks, begging for relief. I watched on as Jake grew bolder, letting the back of his hands graze the sides of my wife’s tits. Without any pushback, the stranger grew ever cheekier. He cupped Amy’s bare ass, massaging her meaty butt with his strong hands.
Amy moaned in delight before looking over her shoulder and grinning at Jake.
“I think that’s enough, young man. Thanks,” she said dismissively.
Jake looked defeated but gracefully said his goodbyes.
Once out of eyeshot, Amy ran over to me with all her stuff.
“I need you to take me back to our room and fuck me,” she told me.
We burst through the door, ripping each other’s clothes off. We didn’t care that we were dragging sand all over the room. All we had in mind was the lust we felt for one another.
“Shower?” she asked.
“Shower!” I emphatically replied.
The stall shower was larger than our home shower, but the two of us held each other close as we turned on the faucet. The shower head burst out a stream of water, drenching us and washing away the excess sand from our bodies. As the water cascaded down our bodies, steam filled the room.
Amy snaked her right hand down my torso until she found my raging hardon. Using the water as a lubricant, Amy ran her hand up and down my engorged cock coating her fingers in precum. I returned the favor, slipping a finger between her labia, wetting it in her juices, before circling her clit.
Our tongues and lips battled each other as the two of us moaned loudly into each other’s mouths. Without a word, Amy pulled away and slunk down to the shower floor. Now eye to eye with my cock, she lifted it up and ran her tongue along the veiny bottom. My knees buckled slightly as my muscles tensed. I entangled my fingers into Amy’s wet locks, watching her as she dragged her lips along my cock. Amy’s talented tongue danced along the length of my dick while her lips created an enormous amount of suction.
Amy looked up, her doe eyes meeting mine. We watched each other’s reactions, connecting while the desire between us grew. My cock throbbed like an electric current was shooting through it. Gobs of precum drizzled out of me and coated my wife’s throat. Amy gripped my cock with one of her hands and twisted it gently, moving it in tandem with her lips.
I couldn’t take much more of it.
“If you want me to fuck you, you better stop,” I groaned.
Amy let go, stood up, and leaned against the shower wall. Pushing her hips back, she presented me her flowering coochie. I lined my dick up to her entrance and slowly pushed my hips forward.
“Fuck! That feels so good,” Amy yelped.
I rested my hands on her hips, and thrust forward. Without a worry in the world, Amy pushed back, meeting my every movement. Our bodies moved in perfect synch. The loud sloshing of water against our bodies added to the appeal of the moment. Amy was soaked head to toe in water, making her body shine, and our skin slid easily against one another.
Amy’s breathing grew more rapid, and despite not being able to see her face, I could tell it was flush. That was often a sign that she was close. I leaned over, reaching my hand around her hips, until I found her clit. I carefully rubbed it while maintaining my tempo.
“Yes. Like that. Perfect,” Amy yelled over the water.
It didn’t take long for her to drench my cock in her juices. Her wetness engulfed my dick while the muscles of her vagina gripped my cock. I continued to fuck her through her orgasm, enjoying the new explosion of wetness around my dick.
I reached forward, taking one of her tits in each of my hands, and increased the speed of my thrusting. I was so close, and knowing that my wife had already cum, I could no longer hold back. Slamming my cock harder into Amy, she moaned in delight.
“Fuck. It got you so hot seeing that young guy touch me, didn’t it? I bet you wish he was here right now so I could suck him off while you came deep in my tight pussy. I bet you would love for me to swallow his load while you filled me up,” she goaded me.
Amy’s description was too much. With an outsized grunt, I exploded inside my wife, filling her pussy to the brim. Slowly, I pulled out, letting Amy stand back up. She turned around and faced me. She was beaming. I wrapped my arms around her, savoring the sensation of her wet body against mine.
“I love you,” I gushed.
“I love you, too. That was amazing,” Amy replied before giving me a sweet kiss.
We quickly got out of the shower before we got cold, and went on with the rest of our day. After an early dinner, we walked around the boardwalk, enjoying the child free time we had. It wasn’t often we got a weekend away with just the two of us, so we spent the time reconnecting.
The following day, we took it easy. We were meeting Mike later that night, and decided to spend a few hours on the beach, before going to see a movie.
Mike suggested we meet at a club he likes. We thought dancing together would be the perfect way for us to get comfortable with each other and eagerly agreed.
When it finally came time to prepare for the night, Amy wanted me to get ready first. I hastily showered and got dressed to provide her with adequate time.
I sat on the bed watching TV, eagerly waiting for my wife’s reemergence from the vanity area. As the door swung open, my mouth dropped. Amy looked like the embodiment of . While I always thought she was beautiful, tonight, she made herself look like a goddess. The clicketyclack of her boots reverberated throughout the room as she walked towards me.
“You think Mike will like how I look?” She wondered.
“He would have to be dead not to,” I laughed.
After an hour on the line, we were finally granted access to the club. The room was cavernous, full of some of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb, yet Amy looked like she fit right at home.
She was impossible to look away from. Even at fortyfive years old, she demanded attention. While only five feet tall, the way she walked made her seem like a giant. Her black PVC boots came up midthigh, almost reaching the hem of her impossibly short latex miniskirt. The skirt hugged her like a second skin, showing off her well developed booty.
Amy moved through the crowd, letting her sheer pink cropped top ride up, showing off more of her toned abs. The shirt looked like it was barely hanging on. The more we moved into the crowd, the hotter the room became. Sweat coated Amy’s torso glistened from the stroking lights, attracting looks.
As we pushed through the crowds, I watched her perfectly slicked back pony, bounce up and down. Amy had thought of every last detail of her look tonight. I struggled to take my eyes off of her, but I knew I needed to keep an eye out for Mike. We had FaceTimed before flying down, so I knew what he looked like. We agreed to meet by the bar, yet with how crowded the club was, I worried that we would never find him.
Amy was the first to spot him.
“Over there,” she pointed.
There was a devilish glint in my wife’s eye I had never seen before. She was clearly as excited about tonight as I was. While we had talked about adding a third to our life in the past, I couldn’t believe we were about to go through with it.
“Mike?” Amy asked as she tapped the handsome stranger on the arm.
“Hi,” Mike yelled over the music, giving Amy an overjoyous hug.
Amy shoved her tits into Mike while pecking him on the cheek.
“I’m excited for tonight,” she whispered into his ear.
Eventually, the two of them separated, and Mike and I said our hellos. We had been chatting online for months, teasing each other and providing jerkoff fantasies, dreaming that something like tonight would become a reality.
We ordered three shots of tequila. Tequila always made Amy friskier and I knew we both needed a bit of liquid courage to go through with things tonight.
“To making fantasies a reality!” Amy cheered.
We downed our drinks, letting the warm liquid coat our throats. I took Amy by the hand and led her to the dance floor. John took Amy’s other hand, following closely behind us. The music blared at an almost deafening level. Speaking wasn’t possible, and I wasn’t sure there was even anything else to say.
The three of us started swaying to the music, letting the bass rip through us. Every time the crowd shifted, Mike and I were pushed closer into my wife. Amy didn’t seem to mind and, in fact, seemed to welcome the contact.
Amy let the music take over. She raised her arms above her head and rocked to the beat. Sweat glistened on Amy’s skin, making her shimmer as she moved. Despite wearing highheeled boots, Amy danced gracefully, shaking her body against the two of us.
The way Amy gyrated was mesmerizing. She rolled her hips against us, showing off how well she moved her body. I caught Mike licking his lips, clearly imagining Amy rolling her hips like that while riding his cock.
Amy grew sweatier by the minute. Beads of perspiration dripped down her boobs and neck, soaking her top. Her sheer shirt clung increasingly tighter to her skin, making the whole thing practically transparent and leaving nothing to the imagination. Amy had forgone wearing a bra tonight, and the wetter her top became, the more apparent her nipples were.
Yet, Amy didn’t seem to care who saw her almost naked tits. She seemed to revel in the excitement of letting a room full of strangers watch her jiggling breasts.
While I knew we were leaving life as parents behind this weekend, it was impossible to believe just fortyeight hours ago, the woman before me was taking our children to school. Amy was a woman reborn, moving with a confidence and freedom that attracted everyone around her.
The longer we danced, the more I yearned for Mike to make a move. His eyes occasionally caught mine as he watched Amy with awe and disbelief. I mouthed for him to touch her. I could sense his reluctance. He had never been with a couple and was nervous.
I nudged Amy closer to Mike, hoping that would incentivize him. Amy turned back and smiled at me. Her once neat pony now had sweat soaked strands framing her face. She looked like she was in heaven, enjoying being worshipped by Mike and me.
“I love you,” she mouthed to me.
“I love you, too,” I mouthed back.
It was the last bit of reassurance she needed before pushing herself into our new friend. Mike seemed surprised but didn’t pull away. Their bodies molded together, the heat between them becoming more palpable by the second. Amy intensified her moves, grinding against Mike’s thigh while wrapping her arms around his neck.
Mike met Amy’s rhythm, moving his body in synch with hers, almost as if they had been doing this forever. Every shift of Amy’s weight caused her latex mini dress to ride up higher, revealing even more of her thigh. I watched as my wife danced seductively with another man. My cock grew harder, pressing against my jeans, begging to be released.
Amy moved effortlessly against Mike’s as the air between them grew more charged. The heat radiated out from them, encircling me in their lust filled energy.
Every twist of Amy’s glistening figure seemed deliberate as if she knew how much power she had over us. Mike’s hands hovered over Amy’s lower hips, grazing the top of her latex miniskirt. Every indication told Mike to make a move, yet he seemed reluctant.
In desperate need of some male attention, Amy turned her head again, wrapped her hands around my neck, and kissed me. Her lips tasted salty from sweat. I savored her taste, taking in her strong aroma, letting it waft into my nostrils as we made out.
Amy pulled away and resumed dancing close to Mike. Seeing Amy and I kiss provided Mike with the last bit of courage he needed. He gripped Amy’s smooth latex mini skirt, firmly placing his hands on her ass. Amy responded by spreading her legs slightly and riding his thigh, letting him feel her wetness. She wanted him to know how much she wanted this.
My wife ground into him with a newfound intensity. Their fingers dug into each other’s flesh as they moved closer together. Amy’s chest heaved as her breathing became increasingly ragged. They were locked in their own world. Their sweat drenched bodies fused together, relishing in the forbidden nature of their act.
I pushed my hard cock into Amy’s ass as she continued to ride Mike’s thigh.
Leaning forward, I spoke loud enough for them to both hear me.
“Kiss him,” I said
Amy didn’t hesitant. She brought her lips to this strange man’s face and ran her tongue over his mouth. While I could sense the nerves coming off of him, Mike kissed my wife back. This was the first time Amy had kissed another man in over fifteen years, and she reveled in the opportunity. Amy and Mike pawed at each other, as they tongued and nibbled at each other for several minutes.
They finally pulled away to catch their breath.
“Wow,” they both said in unison.
I slid my hands around Amy’s neck, appreciating the feel of her sweaty skin, before spinning her around and kissing her. It was strange, but I could taste Mike on her lips. We kissed like new lovers, rediscovering something we hadn’t even realized that we had lost.
For the next hour, we danced while taking turns making out with each other. It was the wildest thing that Amy and I had ever done. While I hoped to take things back to the hotel, I let Amy take the lead.
Eventually, Amy grabbed Mike and me by the hands and pulled us towards the exit.
“Do you want to come back to our hotel?” Amy confidently asked Mike.
Mike looked at me for permission before answering with a resounding “Yes.”
We squeezed into a cab for the short ride. Amy sat between us as Mike and I ran our hands over her shiny boots.
I expected us to have a nightcap when we returned to our room, but the second we entered the suite, Amy shoved Mike against the door before dropping to her knees and undoing his pants.
Mike and I looked at each other, shocked, but it was clear Amy knew what she wanted. Mike’s cock flung in her face as soon as she pulled his boxers down around his ankles. My wife didn’t hesitate. She licked the palm of her hand and gripped Mike’s cock firmly. Lifting it towards the ceiling, Amy ran her tongue along the underside of Mike’s veiny cock. I had seen Mike’s cock on FaceTime previously, but in person, it was even more impressive. Precum leaked from his tip, making Amy’s mouth water.
“Oh god,” Mike groaned as Amy slid her lips over his dick.
Amy drew her lips up and down his cock, covering it with her spit. With each pass, I could hear Amy taking deep breaths through her nose while attempting to take him deeper down her throat. The sight of it was too much. I quickly undressed and stood beside them, presenting my cock to my wife.
Amy’s eyes widened as she saw how hard I was. She reached out, feeling my cock throb in her hand. Amy pumped my cock, using my precum as lube while never stopping her tongue bathing Mike’s dick.
“You look so hot sucking another man’s cock. Don’t stop, baby girl,” I egged her on.
My wife groaned around Mike’s cock, while her latex skirt crackled with every movement. With one deft motion, Amy gripped my cock before leaning over and taking me into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, making my cock pulse with excitement. I ran my hands through Amy’s damp hair, guiding her head up and down my dick.
“Your wife is such a good cock sucker,” Mike exclaimed as he watched her suck me deeper down her throat.
Amy took turns sucking and jerking us both off. Finally, she stopped.
“This shirt is too confining,” she shouted.
Mike and I eyed my wife as she struggled out of her sweatsoaked top. Once off, Amy settled on the floor, her tits jiggling before us. With a come hither gesture, she beckoned us to the bed. Mike and I kicked off our pants and quickly unbuttoned our shirts. Now both naked, we laid on either side of her. Amy cupped her breasts, presenting them to us.
We took the hint and bent down, each of us taking a nipple in between our lips. I ran my tongue around Amy’s dark, hard nub, circling it while dragging my teeth gently across them. While I normally closed my eyes while sucking on Amy’s tits, I looked up and watched Mike, this stranger, twirling his tongue around my wife’s nipple. My cock jumped as I watched him make my wife moan in delight.
“That feels so good. Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined having both my tits played with at the same time could feel this amazing,” Amy squealed.
Taking her words as encouragement, I wiggled my hands down her torso until I came upon her latex skirt. Hiking it up around her waist as best as I could, I revealed her wet panties to Mike and me.
Mike’s face lit up. Slowly, he pulled off Amy’s boob as a string of saliva connected him to my wife’s tete. I tugged the crotch of Amy’s thong to the side, revealing her smooth pussy to his wanton eyes.
Amy pushed up on her elbows, looking down at the two of us, before expressing her needs.
“Mike, I want you to go down on me. Get my pussy ready for your big dick,” she purred.
Cautiously, Mike lay on his stomach between my wife’s legs. Once again, he looked at me for approval.
“We both want this. Make Amy feel good. Let me see you pleasure, my wife,” I told him.
“My pussy is so wet, Mike. Show me that you deserve to fuck my pussy,” Amy commanded.
That was all he needed to hear. He interlocked his arms with Amy’s thighs and dragged her to his drooling lips. With every flick of his tongue, Amy moaned louder. I kneeled by her head, presenting my leaking dick to her. Amy took my hint and brought my throbbing cock to her lips. Her moans sent shivers through my body as she jerked and thrashed around.
Mike ravished Amy’s pussy, spreading her lips wide with his tongue while flicking her clit with every pass. Amy grabbed his head, pressing it into her cunt, and holding it still. Mike curled his tongue around Amy’s engorged button, sucking it between his lips.
“Just like that. You are doing so well. Mike is such a good boy,” Amy whimpered.
I was enthralled. Seeing another man go down on my wife was something I had only dreamed of, and now I could feel every groan my wife was making through my cock.
“I need to see you fuck her,” I said.
Amy let my cock plop from her mouth, echoing my sentiment.
“This is all I have wanted. Fuck me. Fuck me while I suck my husband off. Do it. Take me,” Amy begged.
There was a need in Amy’s voice I had never heard. Desperate for Mike’s cock, she lifted her legs up and pulled off her thong, tossing it to the ground. Still, in her latex mini skirt, she spread her legs wide, inviting Mike in. Each move seemed deliberate, intended to turn Mike and me on even more.
Mike ran his purple cock between Amy’s lips before lining it up with her entrance. His inflamed cockhead pushed against Amy’s lips as he slowly eased his way inside her.
“Wow, you are filling me so good. It has been so long since I’ve had another man inside me. I forgot…,” Amy trailed off.
Our guest looked down at Amy, reveling in the sight of his cock inside my wife. We had chatted about this so many times, and now it’s finally happened.
“Your pussy is gripping my cock, Amy. It seems like you really like it,” Mike teased her.
Amy let out a soft cry. “Show me you know how to use that thing,” Amy squealed.
Mike gripped Amy’s hips and began pumping his cock in and out of my wife. The unmistakable sound of flesh slapping together rang in my ears. I watched Mike withdraw his cock before ramming back inside Amy’s tight pussy, over and over again. The length of his dick was slick with Amy’s sweet nectar, making his cock glisten. The two of them looked like they were in heaven.
“That’s it. Fuck the shit out of me. Make my dreams come true. Harder,” Amy shouted.
My cock was in my hands, leaking more precum than I ever imagined possible. I stroked myself, edging along while enjoying the show Amy and Mike were putting on.
Amy noticed what I was doing and reached out her hand, replacing mine. She did her best stroking me while continuing her dirty talk.
“You see how good Mike is me, Justin. My juices are splashing all over him. He has me so wet. God, I love being fucked by another man while you watch,” Amy exclaimed.
I ran my hand threw her disheveled hair and pushed my cock in her face.
“Take my cock in your mouth. Suck me off while another man fucks your slutty hole, like a whore. Do it! This is what you have dreamed about,” I grunted.
Her lips engulfed my cock, taking the length of it down her throat. I could tell she was struggling to concentrate on sucking me off while getting fucked, yet her warm, wet mouth still felt phenomenal. Gently I fucked her face, doing some of the work for her.
“Justin, your wife fucks so good. The way her hips move, damn. You are one lucky guy,” Mike said while breathing heavily.
“Show my wife how much you love her body. Fill her with your seed,” I told him.
Amy and I had long discussed this, and she told me how badly he wanted this strange man to cum inside her.
With a loud plop, Amy let my dick fall out of her mouth.
“Do it. Cum in me. I need your cream to cover my walls. I want it. You need to fill me,” Amy grunted with pure desperation in her voice.
Mike increased the tempo of her thrusts, slamming his cock hard into her.
“Cum in her. I want to see your seed leak out of her,” I instructed.
Amy gripped the sheets, her body tensing up as an orgasm ripped through her. Her sweatcovered body curled while she wrapped her legs around Mike, pulling him tighter inside her tight hole.
“Fuck!” Mike yelled, his body freezing up as his head flew back.
Mike’s hips thrashed forward a few more times as he let out a few shallow moans before slowly withdrawing his cock from Amy’s pussy. Gobs of cum oozed out, dripping down into her asshole like a stream of white lava.
Amy reached down, scooping up Mike’s cum with two fingers, showing them to me, and then sucked them into between her lips. My wife was making a show of sucking clean her cum covered fingers. She slurped loudly while running her tongue up and down her slim digits, savoring the taste of Mike’s jizz mixed with her juices.
“Wow,” I whispered under my breath.
We had really done it. Everything we dreamed of really just came true. I took in the scene before me. Mike was sitting on the bed, catching his breath as Amy lay next to me, her body slick with sweat and beet red. There was a peaceful serenity to how Amy rested beside me, with a look of satisfaction splashed across her brow.
Yet, my cock was still screaming for relief.
“It looks like someone needs some attention. Lay on your back. I want to ride you,” Amy said.
She squatted above my dick, lining herself up with my throbbing cock.
“Watch Mike. I want you to see your creamy man juices drip down all over my husband’s dick while I fuck him,” Amy ordered.
Gingerly, Amy lowered herself onto my pulsing manhood. Mike’s warm cum coated my dick, along with Amy’s wetness. It was a strange feeling, one I slightly recoiled from, yet when I glimpsed the pure joy on Amy’s face, I joined her in her exuberance. This was by far the naughtiest thing either of us had ever done, and while I had my reservations, I focused on connecting with my wife.
“Do you hear his cum sloshing as I fuck you? Fuck that cum into me, Justin,” Amy hissed.
Amy’s tits bounced as she bucked up and down on my cock. I held the sides of her hips, helping stabilize her, enthralled by her sultriness.
I needed more. I wanted to feel Amy’s body against mine. I sat up while pressing my groin into Amy.
“Fuck,” she yelped.
Amy wrapped her arms around my neck and spread her legs behind me on the bed. I pumped into her as she rocked her hips back and forth.
“Do it, baby. Cum in me. I want you to reclaim my pussy. My cunt was made for your seed. I need it,” she loudly growled.
Her sweat soaked body melded with mine. It was too much. While I wanted to prolong our , I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m cumming,” I shouted.
Dropping my head down into her bosom, I released streams of cum into my wife’s already cream filled pussy. Amy continued to pump her hips, ensuring that she pulled every last drop of cum out of me that she could. Then, carefully, she slid off me, dipped two fingers into her hole, and scooped up the cum mixture. Her cum covered digits glimmered as she brought them to her lips. I couldn’t believe my demure wife was slurping up the cum of three different people, yet I savored the sight, uncertain if I would ever get a chance to experience this again.
“That is delicious. You sure you guys don’t want a try?” She asked, her eyes wide with lust.
Mike just sat there, satisfied with his first threesome experience. Yet the longer I looked at my wife and the gob of cum on her fingers, I realized I wasn’t done.
I wiggled my way down the bed and laid before my wife. Cum oozed out of her, slithering down to her asscrack. My wife’s crotch was a sloppy mess. Amy looked down at me, shocked. While she had offered me a taste, she never imagined I would dare take her up on it. I gripped her thighs, pressed my fingers into her flesh, and pulled her closer to me. The pungent aroma coming from her was intense. She reeked of and sweat.
With one deep breath, I stuck out my tongue, tasting my first morsel of another man’s seed. The salty creaminess, mixed with Amy’s tangy wetness, was potent, but I continued to lap at her cunt. Soon, I couldn’t get enough. I licked up and down her slit, and even down to the small barrier between her pussy and ass, drinking as much of the cum mixture as I could.
“Oh, baby. I didn’t think you would Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum if you keep this up,” Amy howled.
Bringing my cum covered tongue to her clit, I circled the tip over her nervefilled nub. Amy thrashed and shook, pressing her crotch into my face while holding my smooth, bald head in place.
I let my tongue do all the work. My chin became increasingly soddened in her juices, along with Mike’s and my cum remnants. Amy gripped the sheets while indescribable noises burrowed from deep within her. Finally, she collapsed. I moved beside her, wiping the sweat from her face, and held her close.
When she came to, we said our goodbyes to Mike and expressed our hope to do this again. As we lay there, holding each other close, I reassured Amy of my love.
“I love you. Thank you for making my dream a reality,” she softly breathed.
As we sat on the plane ride home the next day, Amy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “So what dreams can I make a reality for you next time?”
My mind flooded with fantasies. I sat up straight, looked at Amy, and gave her a shiteating grin. I couldn’t wait to see what this next phase of our relationship would bring.
