It was our tenth wedding anniversary, a milestone that I had been eagerly looking forward to. My wife, Jessica, and I had planned a romantic dinner at home to celebrate the occasion. I was going to cook her favorite meal and we would enjoy some quality time together.
However, my plans were completely turned upside down when Jessica dropped a bombshell on me just hours before our anniversary dinner.
“Hey honey,” she said casually as she walked into the living room where I was relaxing on the couch. “I have something important to tell you.”
I sat up and looked at her with curiosity. “What is it?” I asked.
“I invited someone to join us for our anniversary dinner,” she revealed.
I frowned in confusion. “You did? Who?”
She smiled mischievously. “Remember Mark, the guy from my yoga class that I told you about?”
I nodded slowly, remembering how Jessica had mentioned him a few times recently. She had said that he was attractive and charming, but I hadn’t thought much of it at the time.
“Well,” she continued, “we’ve become really good friends and he’s helped me out a lot with my yoga practice. So, I thought it would be nice to invite him over for dinner as a way of saying thank you.”
I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of another man joining us for our special evening. However, I didn’t want to appear insecure or possessive so I tried to keep my emotions in check.
“That’s… um… great,” I replied awkwardly. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gesture.”
Jessica grinned at me and then dropped another bombshell. “Oh, by the way, Mark and I are also dating now.”
My jaw dropped open in shock as her words sank in. Not only had she invited another man to join us for our anniversary dinner but she was also now dating him! It felt like my whole world was crumbling around me.
“Oh, and there’s one more thing,” Jessica added casually. “I should probably mention that Mark is going to be our guest of honor tonight in more ways than one.”
I looked at her with confusion, not understanding what she meant. She then clarified her statement, causing my heart to sink even further.
“I’ve also invited Mark to be my alpha bull for the evening,” she explained. “So, you’ll need to serve us while you watch him please me.”
I felt a mixture of shock, jealousy, and humiliation at her words. My own wife was inviting another man to have sex with her on our anniversary while I was forced to watch! It was like something out of a nightmare.
However, despite all of the emotions swirling inside me, I knew that I couldn’t object or protest. I had agreed long ago to let Jessica explore her sexuality with other men and this was simply an extension of that arrangement.
“Okay,” I said quietly, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. “If that’s what you want.”
Jessica smiled at me and walked over to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being so understanding,” she said appreciatively. “I knew you would be okay with it.”
As she walked away, leaving me alone on the couch with my thoughts, I couldn’t help but wonder if I really was okay with it. Deep down inside, I knew that this was what Jessica wanted and I didn’t want to stand in the way of her happiness.
But as the minutes ticked by and our anniversary dinner drew closer, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that washed over me. I wasn’t sure if our marriage would ever be the same after tonight.
I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself as Mark arrived for our anniversary dinner. He was dressed casually but looked incredibly handsome, his confident smile making me feel even more uneasy.
“Hey, good to see you again,” he said warmly as he walked into our living room. He brought a bottle of wine as a gift and handed it to Jessica, who hugged him in gratitude.
Jessica took the wine and placed it on the counter before turning to me with a smile. “Would you do the honors and pour some wine for our guest?”
I nodded, my heart thumping loudly in my chest, as I moved to the kitchen to pour the wine. I couldn’t help but listen to the lighthearted conversation between Jessica and Mark as I stood at the counter.
They were talking and laughing as if I wasn’t even there. I knew that this was supposed to be a special night for Jessica, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being the odd one out.
I finished pouring the wine and carried the glasses into the living room, trying to gather my courage as I handed them out. As we all clinked our glasses together, I wondered how I had gotten to this point in my marriage.
Mark and Jessica seemed to be getting along so well, their conversation flowing effortlessly. They were even flirting with each other, both of them obviously attracted to one another.
The sense of jealousy and unease in my stomach intensified as I watched them interact. I felt like I was losing my wife right before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it.
As I served the dinner that I had spent hours preparing, I found myself becoming increasingly quiet. I didn’t want to interrupt their conversation or draw any attention to my insecurities.
Instead, I focused on eating my own meal, trying to ignore the increasingly flirtatious and sexual undertones in their conversation. My heart ached as they openly discussed their intimacy and desires.
Jessica, in particular, seemed to be relishing in the attention. She talked about how long it had been since I had passionately fucked her, comparing it to the incredible sex she had been having with Mark.
I felt a rush of arousal at her words, combined with my own jealousy. It was an odd mix of emotions, but I couldn’t deny the desire that was building in my groin as I listened to her explicit descriptions.
“I bet you’ll fuck me better than him,” she said teasingly, looking at me with a wicked grin. “Maybe one day you’ll get to join in on our fun.”
I blushed at her suggestion, my cock throbbing at the thought of being able to participate. However, I knew that it wasn’t my place, and I was resigned to the role of serving and watching.
As the night progressed, tension and desire filled the air. I could tell that both Mark and Jessica were growing increasingly impatient for the actual sex to begin. They subtly flirted with each other, their touches and glances becoming more intimate.
Finally, Jessica looked at me with a knowing smile before standing up from the table. “Shall we move to the bedroom?” she asked Mark seductively.
He nodded eagerly, his hungry gaze fixed on Jessica’s gorgeous body. She took his hand and led him down the hall to our bedroom, leaving me alone to clean up the dinner mess.
I moved through the tasks mechanically, the sound of their giggles and gentle touches drifting down the hall to where I was working. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of arousal and pain at the intimacy they were sharing.
Once I had finished cleaning up, I slowly made my way down the hall, finding the bedroom door ajar. I paused outside, listening to the sounds coming from inside, my cock hardening with every moan and gasp.
They were fully engaged in their pleasure, their inhibitions stripped away. I could hear the wet sounds of kissing and the slap of flesh against flesh as they fucked each other. The sounds of their passion were intoxicating.
Unable to resist any longer, I pushed the door open and stepped silently into the room. The sight before me was breathtaking. Jessica was sprawled out on the bed, naked and completely open for Mark.
His body was muscular and chiseled, his cock thick and hard as he thrust it into Jessica’s pussy. She was gasping and moaning, her eyes locked with his as he fucked her relentlessly.
I could see the lust and ecstasy in their eyes, their connection intense and undeniable. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal along with my jealousy. It was the most incredibly erotic thing I had ever witnessed.
I moved closer to the side of the bed, my cock throbbing with the need to touch myself. Jessica noticed my presence and smiled at me, her body writhing in pleasure as Mark continued to fuck her.
“Look how he’s making me cum,” she groaned, lifting her hips to take him even deeper. “Don’t you wish you could fuck me like this?”
I groaned at her words, my hand instinctively wrapping around my thick shaft. I started to stroke myself, my eyes locked with Jessica’s as Mark pounded into her.
“Fuck, baby,” Mark grunted, his body tensing. “I’m gonna cum.”
I watched as he pulled out and sprayed his hot load all over Jessica’s stomach and tits. She moaned and writhed underneath him, her own orgasm washing over her.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, my own orgasm approaching rapidly. I stroked myself furiously, my gaze locked on Jessica’s cum-covered body as she rode out her climax.
“Fuck, I need you both,” she gasped, her eyes pleading with mine. “I need you inside me.”
I bit my lip and groaned, my cock twitching at the thought of plunging into her wet heat. I moved to the bed, positioning myself between Jessica’s legs. Her pussy was still dripping with Mark’s cum, the sight of it making me even harder.
She spread her legs wider, inviting me in. I lowered myself down and slid my cock into her, the sensation of her tightness surrounding me. She was so wet and hot from her intense orgasm, and I groaned at the feeling.
Mark watched us, his hand moving to his cock again as he stroked himself. I could see the desire burning in his eyes as he watched me fuck Jessica. It was as if he was living out his ultimate fantasy.
We settled into a rhythm, the three of us lost in our own pleasure. I thrust into Jessica, relishing in the feeling of her body enveloping me. She moaned and writhed underneath me, her hands roaming over my back.
Mark moved closer on the bed, his hand reaching out to stroke Jessica’s tits. He squeezed them, rubbing his cum into her skin. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back and thrusting her tits higher.
I watched Mark touch her, his need for her obvious. I knew that he wanted to fuck her again, to reclaim her body that was covered in his cum. I slowed my movements, pulling out of her and allowing him to take over.
He positioned himself between Jessica’s legs, his cock hard and glistening with his arousal. I watched as he slid into her, his thick shaft stretching her pussy. She groaned and gasped as he filled her completely, their connection reignited.
My own cock throbbed with desire as I watched them fuck. The jealousy was still there, but it was overshadowed by my own intense arousal. The idea of sharing my wife with Mark, of experiencing her with another man, was almost overwhelming.
I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself as I watched Mark thrust into Jessica. I reached down and gripped my shaft, pumping my hand up and down. I was surrounded by the sounds of their pleasure, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh and the moans and gasps.
Mark fucked Jessica with abandon, his body crashing into hers with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go deeper. The intensity between them was undeniable, and I knew we were all getting close to our breaking points.
“I’m gonna cum,” Mark grunted, his pace quickening. “I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum.”
Jessica cried out in response, her body tensing as she reached her own climax. I watched the two of them unravel, their pleasure rippling through them. I could feel my own orgasm approaching and stroked myself faster, wanting to cum with them.
They were lost in their ecstasy, locked in their own world. I groaned and pumped my cock harder, my climax sweeping through me. I could feel the intense pleasure surging from my core and spreading throughout my body.
I came hard, spraying my cum all over Jessica’s naked body. It splattered across her tits and stomach, mixing with Mark’s load. The sight of her covered in our cum was almost too much to bear. It was the ultimate degradation and yet felt incredibly erotic.
We all took a moment to catch our breath, our bodies sated and exhausted. I looked at my wife, her body covered in our combined arousal. She looked so beautiful and sexual, and I couldn’t deny the conflict of emotions that swirled within me.
We had crossed boundaries that I never thought we would, and I didn’t know where it would lead. But in that moment, we were all connected by our intense desire and the pleasure we shared.
