My husband and I have always thrived in our open marriage, but nothing quite hits like the nights we invite his lover into our bed. This past Saturday, the three of us went out—dinner, drinks, laughter that crackled with anticipation. Crystal is exactly the kind of woman who turns heads: a petite blonde with perky, full tits that strain against any top she wears and a heart-shaped ass that sways like it was made for sin. My husband had fucked her a handful of times before, and every time he came home smelling like her, I’d ride him harder than usual just to taste the evidence.
By the time we got back to the house, the air between us was thick with heat. We didn’t even bother with the lights downstairs. We went straight to our bedroom, the big king-sized bed I share with him every night. I kicked off my heels and settled into the plush armchair in the corner, legs crossed, heart already pounding. “You two start without me,” I said softly, my voice husky. “I want to watch.”
They didn’t need telling twice.
My husband pulled Crystal against him and kissed her like he was starving. Deep, filthy kisses—tongues sliding, lips smacking—while his hands roamed over that perfect ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth. She peeled his shirt off, nails dragging down his chest. He spun her around, yanked her shorts and soaked panties down her thighs in one rough motion, and pushed her back onto the bed—right on my side, where I normally sleep.
He dropped to his knees between her spread legs like a man on a mission. The second his tongue touched her pussy, Crystal’s back arched off the mattress. God, he’s incredible at this. Slow, teasing circles on her clit, then long, flat licks that made her thighs tremble. He sucked her swollen lips into his mouth, fucked her with his tongue, and hummed against her like he was savoring the best meal of his life. Her moans turned into desperate little cries. Within minutes, she was grinding against his face, fingers twisted in his hair, and then she shattered—loud, shaking, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks as the orgasm ripped through her.
I couldn’t stay still. My shorts were already unbuttoned, my hand shoved inside my panties, fingers slick and circling my own clit while I watched my husband devour another woman in our marriage bed.
He stood up, eyes dark with lust, and stripped. Crystal shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, her tits bouncing as she lay back and spread her legs wider, glistening and ready.
I watched, heart hammering, as my husband crawled over Crystal on our bed. As a good wife, I let him fuck her raw—no condom, no barriers, just his bare cock sliding into another woman right where I normally slept. I wanted him to feel every slick inch of her, to claim her completely. But when the fat, glistening head of his thick cock nudged between her swollen, pink pussy lips, a sharp ping of jealousy stabbed through me. He was mine… yet here he was, about to bury himself bare inside her while I watched from my chair, fingers buried in my own dripping cunt.
He rubbed his veiny shaft up and down her slit, coating himself in her creamy juices, the fat head parting her puffy outer lips and teasing her swollen clit until she whimpered and bucked her hips. “Please…” she begged. Then he pushed forward—slow at first, letting me see everything in the bright bedroom lights. Her tight entrance stretched obscenely around his girth, the delicate pink lips gripping and yielding as the bulbous crown sank inside her. Inch after thick inch disappeared into her wet heat, her inner walls visibly clenching and fluttering around his bare skin. No latex. Just raw, skin-on-skin friction. He didn’t stop until his heavy balls were pressed flush against her ass, every veiny inch of him buried to the hilt inside her married-lover pussy.
Crystal’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders. My husband groaned low and guttural—the deep, possessive sound he only ever made when a cunt felt that impossibly good. “Fuck, Crystal… your bare pussy is so hot and tight. Gripping me like it was made for my cock.”
He started to move—long, deliberate strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out so I could see her stretched lips clinging to his glistening shaft, then slamming back in with a wet, filthy smack. The pace quickly turned savage. The headboard started slamming against the wall in a steady, rhythmic thump-thump-thump that matched every powerful thrust.
“Take it, baby,” he growled, voice rough with lust as sweat began to bead across his broad back. “I’m fucking you raw in my wife’s bed. Gonna fill this greedy little cunt. You want me to breed you? Want me to pump you so full of my cum you might get knocked up?”
Crystal’s legs locked tighter around his waist, heels digging into his ass as she moaned louder. “Yes—yes, breed me! Fill me up! I want your baby batter deep inside me while your wife watches!”
Sweat was pouring off both of them now. His back glistened under the lights, droplets running down the curve of his spine and dripping onto her bouncing tits. Crystal’s skin flushed deep pink, her own sweat mixing with his as their bodies slapped together louder and wetter. The sheets underneath them were already damp with her earlier orgasm and now soaked with their combined sweat. He fucked her harder, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust.
“Look at that,” he panted, glancing over at me for a second with a wicked grin before driving back into her. “My good little wife is playing with her pussy while I breed my side piece. You feel how deep I am, Crystal? Gonna flood your womb. Gonna knock you up right here on her pillow.”
Crystal was losing it, moaning and babbling, “Breed me—please—cum in me—make me yours!” Her tits jiggled wildly, nipples hard as diamonds, her whole body shiny and slick with sweat now. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick cock plunging in and out of her creamy pussy filled the room. I rubbed my clit faster, biting my lip as another pang of jealous heat twisted in my stomach—watching him claim her so completely, bare and reckless.
She came first, screaming, her pussy visibly pulsing and milking his cock as her orgasm ripped through her. That pushed him over the edge. He buried himself to the balls one last time and roared, hips jerking as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her. I could see the base of his cock throbbing, pumping load after load into her unprotected womb while sweat dripped from his forehead onto her heaving chest.
They stayed locked together, panting, bodies shining with sweat, his cock still buried inside her as the first creamy trickle of his cum started to leak out around him. Only then did he slowly pull out with a wet, obscene sound, leaving her pussy gaping and overflowing.
After a few moments, he got off her, and Crystal rolled to one side of the bed. I stood up, stripped slowly, and climbed into bed on his other side. I pressed my body against his—hot, sweaty, smelling like sex and her—and draped one leg over his thigh. We kissed slow and deep while he caught his breath, my fingers tracing the slick mess on his softening cock.
A few minutes later, I felt him twitch back to life against my palm. I smiled against his mouth. “My turn.”
I slid down his body, kissing every inch of sweat-damp skin until I reached his cock. It was still glistening with Crystal’s juices and his own cum. I looked up at him, locked eyes, and took him into my mouth in one smooth glide. The taste hit me instantly—sweet, salty, musky, her and him mixed together on my tongue. I moaned around him, sucking harder, swirling my tongue, taking him deep until my nose pressed against his pelvis. He groaned, hand gently fisting my hair.
“That’s it, baby… clean my cock. Taste how good she felt.”
I did. I sucked him like I was claiming him back, sloppy and eager, until his hips started bucking and he spilled down my throat in hot pulses. I swallowed every drop, then licked him clean before crawling back up to cuddle against his chest.
Crystal snuggled into his other side. The three of us tangled together—warm skin, racing heartbeats, the scent of sex heavy in the air. My husband kissed the top of my head, then hers, and we drifted off like that, wrapped in each other, already dreaming about the next time.
