I turned forty today, and the elevator ride up to the Grand Meridian’s penthouse felt like a countdown to the most daring birthday present I’d ever received. My pulse throbbed in my ears, each floor lighting up in slow succession. Melanie stood beside me, meeting my gaze with a small, secretive smile that made my stomach twist with anticipation.
When the doors finally slid open, I caught a glimpse of the suite’s soft glow spilling into the hallway. Inside, everything looked quietly opulent—a spacious living area with plush furniture, its focal point a bouquet of red roses in a crystal vase on a marble-topped table, a subtle nod to both Valentine’s Day and my milestone birthday. Melanie took the lead, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she entered, and I followed, inhaling the faint scent of roses that mingled with the crisp, conditioned air.
She let her overnight bag slide off her shoulder onto one of the sleek club chairs near the window. She wore a fitted burgundy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, a hint of lace visible at the neckline. I’d opted for a blazer over a crisp white button-down, trying to look cool and collected even though my heart still felt like it was tap-dancing inside my chest.
She ran her fingers along the edge of her dress, teasing the lace trim lower, as if offering me a preview of the night’s indulgences. Her voice was soft, but I caught the tremor of excitement in it. “Adam… this is your big night.” She paused, taking a slow breath. “I want you to have exactly what you’ve always fantasized about.”
Those words sent a jolt through my body. Even though I’d known for weeks—ever since she told me “yes” for the first time—that she’d arranged for a male escort to join us, the reality still made my pulse race. I’d never pressed the issue too hard in the past, but the thought of watching her with another man had always ignited something in me. A mixture of jealousy, lust, and undeniable thrill—like hovering at the edge of a cliff, savoring the drop before it happens.
She rested her hand lightly on my chest. “You’ve been talking about this for years,” she reminded me, her gaze steady. “And I know how much you want to watch—without getting in the way.” There was no judgment in her eyes, just anticipation. It was her gift to me, an unconventional but deeply intimate present for my fortieth birthday.
My throat went dry. “Are you sure?” I asked, even though I already knew her answer. She wouldn’t have brought us to this penthouse if she wasn’t. But the question still hovered, a whisper of concern that maybe we were crossing a line we couldn’t return from.
Melanie tilted her head, letting a soft, amused smile curl her lips. “Positive,” she said. Then she glanced at her phone, the screen reflecting in her eyes. “He should be here soon.”
A ripple of tension and excitement tightened my gut. We were really doing this. I wanted to savor every second of the anticipation, let it build like the first slow climb of a roller coaster. And underneath it all, I felt that heady mix of exhilaration and nerves, the sense that tonight would change something fundamental between us—but in the best possible way.
I took her hand, interlacing our fingers. “I love you, Mel.”
She pressed closer, the supple fabric of her dress brushing my trousers. “I love you too, birthday boy,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Now, let’s give you that show you’ve been dreaming about.”
A soft chime echoed through the suite—a subtle but insistent reminder that our guest had arrived. My heart gave a quick, hard beat. Melanie’s gaze flicked to mine, a wordless exchange passing between us. Without speaking, I moved toward the door, each step feeling heavier than the last.
A low, ambient glow bathed the private elevator bay. As the doors slid open, Theo Grant stepped forward. He looked every bit as confident as Melanie had described: tall, lean, and dressed in a tailored navy suit that hinted at the athletic body beneath. He styled his black hair to appear tousled, and for a moment, his direct, assessing gaze met mine—calm, professional, but with a spark that showed he knew exactly why he was here.
“Adam?” he asked, voice smooth and low. He extended his hand, a polite greeting that belied the intimate nature of this meeting.
“That’s me,” I said, shaking his hand. My grip felt a little clammy against his practiced cool, but I forced a small smile. “Come on in.”
He nodded and stepped into the suite, slipping out of the hush of the elevator and into our private world. The discreet scent of aftershave clung to him—something musky but not overpowering. I caught a faint whiff of it as he walked by.
The penthouse lights were dimmed, leaving the floor-to-ceiling windows to dominate the space. Outside, the city sparkled in shades of gold, silver, and neon, casting shimmering reflections across the glossy floor. Melanie stood by the window, an elegant silhouette framed by distant skyscraper lights.
The dress she wore was just tight enough to highlight the gentle curve of her waist and the flare of her hips; the cityscape behind her seemed to outline each dip and contour of her body. Even from across the room, I could sense her quickening pulse. Her anticipation mirrored my own.
Theo paused, taking in Melanie with a polite nod. “Melanie,” he greeted, his tone as courteous as it was suggestive. A subtle flicker of appreciation played across his features—nothing predatory, but I saw the way his gaze lingered on the cut of her dress.
She offered a small, inviting smile. “Theo,” she replied, her voice calm, though I knew her well enough to hear the thrill threading beneath. She crossed the room with measured steps, each one clicking on the polished floor. When she was close to him, she stopped, letting the muted tension in the air speak for itself.
My mouth felt oddly dry, but I managed to say, “Thanks for coming tonight.” It sounded too formal, almost businesslike, but I couldn’t think of a better way to greet the man who was about to fulfill my long-held fantasy and fuck my wife.
He flicked his gaze back to me and nodded. “No problem. I’m here to make your evening exactly what you want it to be.”
Something in the back of my mind whispered a final warning—Was this really happening?—but Melanie took a step closer to Theo, her hand lifting to brush a stray thread of his suit lapel. The image of them together, just inches apart, set my nerves alight. I could almost feel the electricity from where I stood.
I closed the door behind me, the soft click of the latch echoing in the hush of the suite. That sound marked a turning point. We were in this now, committed. And even though my stomach still fluttered with anxiety, a heady surge of excitement pushed me forward. The stage was ready.
I stood rooted to the spot, unable to breathe, as I watched Theo move and slip his hand around Melanie’s waist. His movements were smooth, confident, and I could almost feel the heat radiating off them both. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between a spike of jealousy and a surge of desire that left me lightheaded.
Mel tilted her face up to him, her lips parting in invitation. In an instant, his mouth met hers. Their kiss was slow at first, a testing of the waters—but it flared hot so fast that my pulse quickened. Theo’s other hand journeyed along her hip, curving around the swell of her backside and pulling her flush against him. The way her dress clung to her body only made the moment more intense. From where I stood, I could see the subtle rise and fall of her chest against his, each breath hitching in her throat.
A soft moan escaped her lips when she broke the kiss just long enough to gasp for air. “God, that feels good,” she murmured, her voice already thick with lust. She didn’t spare a glance my way, but I noticed the faint tremor in her hand as it slid up to cup Theo’s jaw.
I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to step in or move closer. This was the moment I’d fantasized about for years—but now that it was happening right in front of me, my head swam with conflicting emotions. Jealousy, sure, but also an undeniable, throbbing arousal that I couldn’t ignore. I could feel my cock stiffen against my trousers, the surge of blood making it throb with every rapid heartbeat. A tight pulse of desire fluttered in my stomach, urging me to stay right where I was, to keep watching.
Theo’s fingers dug into Mel’s curves, exploring the shape of her hips, the generous roundness of her ass that I’d always cherished. He pressed her against his lean frame, and I couldn’t help noticing how perfectly she fit there, how natural it looked.
“Relax, baby,” Theo breathed against her mouth, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in my chest as well. “You’re gorgeous. Let me take care of you tonight.”
Melanie’s eyes fluttered closed, and she arched her back just enough to deepen their kiss. Every time she inhaled, her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her dress; the lace trim barely contained what lay beneath. I felt my breathing turn ragged, a current of heat pooling in my lower abdomen.
I cleared my throat, unsure why. Maybe it was a reflex to remind myself I was still here, still part of this. I feared I would break the spell, but neither of them stopped. If anything, Mel seemed emboldened by the knowledge that I was watching. I could see her hand tangling in Theo’s dark hair, guiding his mouth against hers for another deep, wet kiss.
This was exactly what I’d wanted—but now that it was no longer just a fantasy, it struck me how real it all felt: the slick sounds of their kissing, the rustle of fabric under wandering hands, the flush climbing Mel’s cheeks. My body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with a raw, unfamiliar energy.
She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her lips parted and swollen from the kiss. Her gaze flicked in my direction, and I saw the gleam of excitement in her eyes.
“Adam,” Mel said, finally turning her head slightly, though her eyes remained locked on his. Her voice was teasing, warm, as if she could sense the swirl of emotions inside me. Her expression said it all: she wanted me to enjoy every second of the show. She wanted me to see her like this—caught up in someone else’s embrace—because it was my fantasy.
I watched, riveted, as Theo’s powerful hands moved over her body, his fingertips gliding along the curve of her waist. Then it hit me: I was genuinely turned on. Not just in theory, but in a bone-deep, pulsating kind of way that hammered through my bloodstream.
I heard my voice before I realized I was speaking. “Keep going,” I said, my tone rough with pent-up desire. “I… want to see.”
A tremor ran through me—equal parts envy and awe. How could I feel so possessive of her and yet so enthralled by another man’s caress on her at the same time?
Melanie’s eyes flicked to mine—briefly, sweetly—and in that moment, I understood she was giving me a gift. She was stepping over a line for me, because on some level, she’d discovered she wanted it, too. And from the way her body melted under his touch, I could tell she was all in.
Theo’s gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat—an almost polite acknowledgement that I was there—before he turned his full attention back to my wife. With that same effortless confidence, he guided Mel until she stood just in front of him. I watched as he leaned in, pressing his lips to the curve where her neck met her shoulder. A soft gasp escaped her, and I could practically feel the shiver that ran through her body.
His mouth moved slowly, tracing a path along her collarbone while his hands slid down to her hips. The dress clung to her, and from where I stood, I saw her thighs tremble slightly as Theo’s fingers teased the hem higher.
“Adam,” Mel said, turning her head just enough so she could glance my way, her voice breathy. “Go… sit. Relax. I want you to see this.”
My throat felt tight, but I managed a nod. My legs were like lead, yet somehow I forced them into motion until I dropped onto the butter-soft leather couch. The distance was close enough that I could see every shift of Melanie’s expression—the way her pupils dilated, the flush on her cheeks deepening by the second.
Theo’s hands found the zipper at the back of her dress. I held my breath as the metallic sound cut through the hush of the penthouse. Inch by inch, he slid it down, revealing the smooth line of her spine. I could smell her subtle perfume—warm and floral—mixing with the musky scent of his aftershave. My heart thudded so hard I was sure they could hear it.
Mel tilted her head to the side, granting him better access to her neck. “Mmm,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed when he kissed the sensitive spot below her ear. I noticed the slight arch of her back, the gentle press of her body against his. Then, with one graceful motion, he coaxed the dress off her shoulders. The fabric slipped down, bunching briefly at her waist before pooling around her feet.
She stood there in a lacy black bra and matching thong, and I couldn’t help the low groan that escaped my throat. Even in the dim light, I could see the way her skin pebbled with goosebumps. She glanced my way again, lips parted, almost as if she wanted to make sure I was still there—still watching.
Theo’s hand splayed across her stomach, pinning her against his chest. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispered near her ear, and I watched as a tremor of pleasure rippled through her at the compliment.
I sank deeper into the cushions, pulse racing, my body responding with an intensity I hadn’t expected. The press of my arousal was impossible to ignore, each throb synchronized with the quickening pace of my breathing. A thousand conflicting emotions swept through me—exhilaration, jealousy, possessiveness, but most of all, a raw, pulsing desire that made it impossible to look away.
Mel let her head fall back onto Theo’s shoulder, her eyes drifting shut. In that moment, I realized she wasn’t just doing this for me anymore; she was allowing herself to enjoy it, to surrender to the sensations coursing through her. And that realization made me even more turned on, completely getting rid of any doubts.
She wanted this. We all did.
Theo’s fingers worked deftly at the clasp of Mel’s lacy bra, and in a matter of seconds, it was slipping down her arms. I felt a rush of heat flood my body the moment her breasts came into full view—round, a perfect handful for me, with a gentle slope at the top that tapered into darker, erect nipples. They were pebbled so tightly that I could almost sense how sensitive they must feel beneath Theo’s touch.
With a soft groan, he tossed the bra aside. His palms cupped her breasts, molding them to his hands as though he were appreciating every curve. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled her hard tips between his thumbs and forefingers. Mel’s lips parted, and a quiet moan escaped her, a sound that shot straight to my groin. My cock pulsed in response, straining against my pants with an almost painful need.
“God, you feel incredible,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips over the spot just below her ear. The golden city lights framed them both, highlighting the arch in Mel’s back as she pressed into his touch. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip—a gesture I knew meant she was completely lost in the sensation.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Every small shift of her hips, each quiver that rippled through her, fueled the throbbing insistence at my center. My fingers twitched, itching to do something—anything—but I stayed rooted, letting the intoxicating sight wash over me.
Theo’s hand trailed downward from her rib cage, following the curve of her waist until he reached the waistband of her thong. My breath caught when he slipped his hand under the lace, exploring the soft skin underneath. I saw his lips curl into a smug, sensual smile as he pressed his fingers further, right between her legs. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, his voice a husky rumble that set my nerves on fire.
He directed his words at Mel, but I knew he wanted me to hear them. He wanted me to know exactly how much she was enjoying this. A hot coil of jealousy and raw lust twisted inside me. I’d said those very words to her myself countless times but hearing them come from his mouth sharpened my arousal in a way I’d never expected. The knowledge hit me like a rush of adrenaline, and my cock kicked against my slacks, desperate for relief.
Melanie’s head fell back against his shoulder, her throat exposed, making her look vulnerable and undeniably aroused. I watched, entranced, as her lips formed a soundless gasp when his fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes. Her skin glowed in the dim light, every inch of her taut with anticipation.
It was a sight I’d imagined a thousand times but seeing it for real—watching her body respond to another man’s touch—was almost too much to bear. My heart pounded, and a bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck. But I never even considered looking away. This was the moment we’d both chosen, and I wanted to savor every second.
Theo’s fingers stroked in and out of Mel’s slick folds, his movements unhurried but deliberate enough to draw soft moans from deep in her throat. My gaze locked on her parted lips—she looked completely given over to the pleasure sparking through her body. Each time he pressed forward, her hips rolled in response, like she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into his touch.
The wet sounds of his fingers gliding against her sex filled the quiet room. My cock responded in kind, a near-painful tightness building behind the zipper of my pants. I shifted, trying to ease the pressure while keeping my eyes glued to the sight before me.
“Mmm,” Mel moaned. He planted a gentle kiss on her temple, then slowly slid his fingers from her warmth. Her breathing hitched, a slight whimper of protest at the sudden emptiness.
Without missing a beat, he brought his glistening fingers up to her lips. “Taste yourself,” he murmured, low enough that I had to strain to hear him. But he angled his head so that I wouldn’t miss a thing. As she slid his fingers into her mouth, her eyes flicked open, zeroing in on me with a look that sent a white-hot surge through my core. The deliberate, slow way she licked and sucked her own essence off his fingertips felt like an invitation—like she was showing me how far she was willing to take this.
I gripped the couch cushions, knuckles whitening, trying to keep my breathing steady. My heart was pounding hard enough to make my ribs ache.
She turned to face Theo again, this time placing her hands on his chest. Her slender fingers moved with purpose, unbuckling his belt and pulling it free in one smooth, practiced motion. The slow, metallic hiss of the zipper filled the hush that had fallen over us. My pulse throbbed in my ears as I watched her reach into his boxers, her lips parting in anticipation.
When she pulled out his cock—thick but still firming to its full length—she glanced over her shoulder at me, making sure I had an unobstructed view. My erection jerked in response. My pants felt impossibly restrictive. I swallowed hard, arousal pulsing through every nerve as I drank in the scene.
Theo groaned softly, his hand finding the back of Melanie’s head in a gentle, guiding gesture. She sank to her knees with deliberate grace, never breaking eye contact with me until the last second, when she redirected her attention to him. A ribbon of tension coiled in my stomach—jealousy, possession, hunger, all tangling together—but it only heightened my arousal. This was what I wanted to see.
Mel tossed one last glance my way before leaning in, her warm breath ghosting over the head of Theo’s cock. I held my breath, riveted by the anticipation of what would happen next. And as she tipped her chin to press the first slow kiss to his length, I could hardly believe how intensely alive I felt, nerves lit up like electricity coursed through me.
Mel parted her lips, cradling the thick tip of his shaft between them. Even from my seat, I could see the flick of her tongue as she swirled it over him in a deliberate, leisurely motion. A muffled hum of appreciation escaped her throat—soft, needy—and Theo let out a quiet groan in response. The sound reverberated through me, making my chest tighten and my manhood throb more insistently.
She worked her way down his length, her hand gripping the base as she guided him deeper. I watched her cheeks hollow when she sucked, a sensual display of her mouth learning each contour of him. My breath caught when she swirled her tongue just beneath the ridge, teasing the sensitive spot there. Theo’s hands settled lightly on her head—not pushing, only resting, as if savoring the sight of her lips wrapped around him.
A faint sheen of saliva glinted on his shaft when she pulled back for air, her eyes fluttering open. She glanced over at me—an electric moment of connection—before returning her attention to him. This time, she gripped his shaft tighter, stroking in time with the bob of her head. The wet sounds mingled with the muted hum of the penthouse’s ventilation, underscoring the intensity of the scene.
Theo threw his head back, his breathing ragged. “Oh, that’s good,” he managed, voice roughened by pleasure. He didn’t release all control; instead, he let her set the pace. My wife—on her knees, her mouth wrapped around another man—took to it with a slow, sensual rhythm that made the pit of my stomach clench with searing arousal.
I couldn’t keep my hands from straying any longer. My fingers pressed against the front of my pants, seeking even a hint of relief from the stiff ache there. Every shift and tilt of her head sent a renewed pulse through me. I could almost imagine the slide of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth—something I’d experienced countless times but never witnessed like this.
Mel paused, breath coming in soft pants. A thin line of moisture connected her lips to his tip before she dipped down again, taking him deeper this time. The taste and texture of him must have been driving her wild, because I heard the faintest moan escape her. Even though I couldn’t feel it myself, her reaction was enough to push me closer to the edge than I’d ever expected just from watching.
Theo’s arms flexed, and for a moment, it looked like he might lose himself in that rush. But he held back, clearly wanting this to go on. He gritted his teeth, and I saw the muscles in his thighs tense. Then, after a few more lingering, wet strokes, he raised Mel’s chin, pulling her mouth from him with a soft pop.
Their eyes locked, and I could see the electricity crackling between them. Meanwhile, my heart hammered in my ears, my entire body alight with a blend of jealousy and erotic thrill that I wouldn’t have traded for anything in the world.
In that split second, I glimpsed the same spark in her eyes I’d seen years ago, back when we first danced together in our cramped apartment. Even now, while she gave herself over to another man’s touch, I knew a part of her belonged only to me.
Theo slipped his hands under Mel’s arms and guided her to her feet with an easy strength that made her look almost weightless. She leaned against him, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling with excitement. I could see the flush of arousal brightening her cheeks, the slight tremor in her legs as she found her balance.
Their bodies pressed together in front of me—so close I could’ve reached out and touched them if I’d wanted. Theo gripped her hips, drawing her closer until their bodies met. His erection nudged at the thin lace of her thong, and Mel let out a breathy sigh as she looped her arms around his neck.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice quivering with need.
A brief flash of possessiveness sparked in my chest. I’d been the one to coax those pleas from her before; now, watching her say them to another man sent my pulse skyrocketing.
Theo responded by hooking his thumbs into the sides of her thong and tugging it down over her thighs, letting it drop around her ankles. She stepped out of it in one graceful motion, and in the dim light, I could see just how slick and ready she was. The faint scent of her arousal reached me—a heady, musky smell that mingled with the cool cleanliness of the suite.
He aligned himself with her, and even though his cock was still slick from her mouth, he guided the tip through her folds, teasing just at the entrance. Mel’s lips parted in anticipation, a tremor running through her. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he sank into her. A low moan tore from her throat, and Theo groaned as her body enveloped him. My mouth went dry at the sight, my shaft throbbing so hard I had to resist the urge to reach down and touch myself.
They moved together in front of me, the slow rhythm at first more of a tease than a driving pace. Each time he pushed forward, Mel’s back would arch, her breasts swaying. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The soft, wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the space between us, punctuated by muted gasps and hushed curses.
Somehow, mere minutes felt like hours. Each moan and thrust suspended me in a feverish bubble where nothing existed but the three of us. I smelled the faint tang of sweat as it beaded at Mel’s temples, and Theo’s low growl vibrated through the room.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured near her ear, sliding one hand up her back to brace her. She only answered with another moan, nails digging into his shoulder.
My stomach knotted at his husky compliment. I felt both pride in how she responded to him and a fierce ache that it wasn’t me inside her at that moment.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink. My entire focus was on the way Mel’s hips tilted to meet his thrusts, how her body seemed to cling to his. Each second felt stretched thin with tension, my mind racing to process the reality of the fantasy I’d craved for so long.
Before the urgency could crest, Theo pulled out, leaving Mel gasping. He guided her toward a plush armchair near the large windows.
Without a word, he stripped away the last of his clothes, revealing every chiseled contour of his body. His cock—still glistening with Mel’s wetness—jutted forward, impossibly hard, as the soft light from the city skyline highlighted the definition in his arms, chest, and abdomen.
Once she sat down, he knelt between her spread legs, kissed her inner thigh, and then gripped her hips to move her closer to the edge. My heart pounded as he pushed into her again, this time lifting her so that her calves rested on his shoulders. The angle gave me a perfect view of their joined bodies.
Mel let her head fall back against the chair, her eyes briefly rolling shut. “Oh god … yes,” she breathed, the city lights reflecting in the thin sheen of sweat across her collarbone. Theo thrust deeper, his expression shifting between concentration and lustful delight.
The wet sounds of their coupling, the subtle squeak of the leather armchair, and Mel’s ragged moans formed a hypnotic symphony. The heady aroma of sex filled the air, overpowering any remaining scent of roses.
After a few more intensely sensual moments, Theo slowed again, withdrawing in a fluid motion that made Mel bite back a groan. He hauled her to her feet, and together they stumbled the short distance to the couch, catching their breath in quick, heated bursts. I slid aside, making room, and in my peripheral vision, I saw the feral hunger in Theo’s eyes—an almost predatory gleam of lust matched by the open eagerness on my wife’s face.
She braced herself against the armrest, glancing at me with hooded eyes that seemed to say, Watch closely. Theo positioned himself behind her, one hand gripping the curve of her hip as he guided himself back inside her. Mel’s mouth fell open, a trembling gasp escaping her as he filled her again. The pace he set this time was deeper, more insistent.
I sat just inches away, a front-row seat to the way her spine bowed, how her ass pressed back against him, and how her breaths came out in strangled whimpers. Each thrust pushed the couch a fraction, the soft leather squeaking beneath them. I caught another wave of her scent—a potent mix of sex and sweat that sent a fresh rush of blood pulsing through my cock.
“God, Mel,” Theo grunted, his free hand sliding around to find her clit. From my angle, I could see how her knuckles whitened against the armrest when his fingers made contact.
She groaned, a desperate sound that teetered between pleasure and near-overload. “Yes… yes,” she whimpered, her voice cracking. “Oh, god, don’t stop…”
My ragged breathing seared my lungs with each inhale. Both were close—her body quivering with each thrust, his grip tightening on her waist, every sinew in his arms straining. They were near the edge but holding on, prolonging the moment.
I was painfully hard, each throb a reminder of how badly I wanted to touch myself, but I couldn’t break away from watching—every sense laser-focused on this collision of flesh and raw desire unfolding mere inches from me.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before they reached that crashing moment, and a shiver of anticipation raced through me, my own release hovering in the background, waiting for the right time. The air felt thick with lust, the suite’s low hum of heat and city lights a backdrop for the urgent chorus of labored breathing and wet, rhythmic sound.
Theo shifted his grip on Mel’s hips, pulling out of her with a slick, wet sound that echoed in the hush of the suite. They both breathed heavily, skin glistening in the soft glow of the lights. With a gentle nudge to guide her, Mel turned and lay back along the couch, her long hair spilling onto the cushion. Her head rested in my lap; our eyes met—a silent acknowledgment that this was for me as much as it was for her.
Theo slid his hands down to her ankles, lifting and spreading her legs to completely expose her to me. I watched, mesmerized, as Mel reached between her own thighs, grabbing the thick length of his cock and guiding it back to her swollen folds. There was no hesitation in her touch, just an urgency that reflected the pulse of desire burning through all of us.
He pressed forward, slowly at first, his expression tightening with the sheer effort of restraint. My view was unobstructed; I saw his shaft disappear into her inch by inch, the slick glide punctuated by her sharp intake of breath. Even with Theo buried inside her, I felt Mel’s hand tighten on my arm for the barest moment—one small, silent reminder that she was still connected to me.
The stretch and slide of his manhood made her body quiver under him, and her moan vibrated against my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine. My erection strained beneath her, a constant, maddening pressure that I didn’t dare relieve with my hands. I wanted my focus on them—on every twitch of her muscles, every thrust of his hips.
Theo began thrusting harder, the rhythmic slap of their bodies meeting filling the air. Mel’s head rocked against my lap, and I could feel the soft mass of her hair brushing over my aching cock each time he drove into her. Every wet, urgent sound sharpened my senses further, the aroma of sex and sweat saturating the air. Her whimpers escalated into broken cries, and I watched transfixed as her breasts bounced with each impact.
“Oh, God—Theo, yes,” she gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders. The raw edge in her voice gripped me by the throat. I’d heard her that desperate before, but this time, it was aimed at someone else—and I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on.
A sheen of perspiration coated both of them, testament to the intense pleasure drawing them to the brink. I could see the muscles in Theo’s arms flexing as he braced himself, driving into her with smooth, relentless strokes. Mel’s body tensed, her toes curling, her thighs squeezing his waist as she climbed higher.
She suddenly stiffened beneath him, a strangled cry escaping her throat. Her eyes flew open, glazed with ecstasy, and I felt the quiver roll through her from the inside out. Her orgasm struck hard, arching her back off the couch, her fingers digging into his arms as if to anchor herself. The guttural sound that tore from her lips sent goosebumps racing down my body.
Theo groaned, teetering on the brink himself. He pulled out in a swift motion, his cock glistening with her arousal. One hand clamped around his length, stroking urgently. I saw his stomach clench, his jaw tighten, and then a sudden flood of white spurted across her breasts. Thick ropes of cum splattered over her flushed skin, coating the smooth plane of her stomach as well. He growled through clenched teeth, milking every drop, his eyes never leaving her face.
For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing. My heart pounded so loudly that I could barely hear anything else. Mel lay there, panting, her body still trembling in the wake of that intense release. That sight of her—covered in sweat, her nipples tight, streaks of cum painting her skin—burned itself into my mind like a living, breathing masterpiece of lust.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I just stared, chest heavy, with a heady mix of satisfaction, envy, and overwhelming hunger for the woman I loved—and the fantasy she’d just made come true.
Mel lay sprawled across the couch, breasts heaving as she descended from the dizzying high of her orgasm. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, accentuating the thick streaks of Theo’s cum that painted her breasts and abdomen. For a moment, she seemed almost dazed, until her gaze dropped to the mess coating her body. I saw the corners of her mouth tug up into a sexy smirk—she looked pleased, even thrilled, at how far she’d pushed her limits tonight.
Her eyes flicked to mine, and in a gentle, beckoning gesture, she ran her fingers through my hair. She tugged me down so our faces were close, and the instant our mouths met, I tasted the salt on her lips—sweat, the faint tang of sex. The kiss started soft, affectionate, and in that moment I remembered how deeply I loved this woman who’d just let me witness her ultimate surrender to another man. We both sighed into the kiss, a quiet reaffirmation of our bond.
In the periphery, I saw Theo picking up his clothes. His movements were unhurried but businesslike now, as though he sensed his part in this show had ended. I stole a glance his way—our eyes met for a split second—and he offered the smallest nod of acknowledgment, then slipped back into his suit.
Mel broke the kiss, turning her head to watch as he headed for the door. “Thank you,” she whispered, an unspoken thread of gratitude passing between them. Theo answered with a warm smile but said nothing else.
Then her attention snapped back to me. She slid off the couch with languid grace, somehow still exuding confidence despite the sticky evidence of their encounter streaking her skin and tangling her hair. She sank to her knees right in front of where I sat, and my breath caught at the sight of her in such a sensual, undone state. The stray strands of hair that clung to her cheeks only highlighted the slight flush still warming them.
Her eyes drifted down to the large, damp patch on the front of my pants. “Mmm,” she purred, that teasing smile tugging at her lips, “looks like you’ve been enjoying the show.”
My mouth felt too dry to speak, so I just stared, heart still racing. With deliberate care, she reached for my zipper and pulled it down. Her nimble fingers slipped inside, and I gasped when she curled her hand around my cock. It was slick with the pre-cum that had been leaking out while I watched her with Theo.
Mel’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “The party’s not over yet, birthday boy.”
My heart thundered in my chest. Even after everything I’d just witnessed, I still craved her touch more than I ever had in my life. I heard the muted ding of the elevator in the background, then Theo’s voice calling out, “Happy birthday,” before the doors slid shut. A split second later, the suite was ours again—just me and my wife, tangled in this shared secret that had changed us both forever.
I gazed down at her, taking in the lingering flush on her cheeks, the streaks of semen glistening on her breasts, and the unspoken promise burning in her eyes. Despite the deep ache of my own need, a wave of gratitude rolled through me. I was awestruck by the lengths she had gone to make this night everything I had fantasized about, and more.
As I let my fingers stroke her hair, I realized this was a birthday I’d never forget. And from the look on her face—mischievous, loving, a touch proud—I knew it was only the beginning of what we’d explore together.
