Lying flat on my back, I extended my tongue and licked Louisa’s clit to the best of my ability. My wife’s pussy was just above my face, as was the eight-inch cock thrusting in and out of her at that very moment. It was difficult to maintain my concentration, for I was transfixed by the sight. Not only could I see the fervent coupling, but I could also hear and smell it.
“Ken!” Louisa cried out to me. “Keep doing that with your tongue!”
Louisa and I were celebrating our fifteenth wedding anniversary at a luxury resort. As I now lifted my head and tried to home in on my wife’s swollen pearl, I had to admit this was a hell of a strange way to honor the occasion. Fifteen years of uninterrupted monogamy, and of swearing our devotion to only each other, and yet we both found the idea of me sharing her with another man wildly exciting.
So tonight, we decided to act on our mutual fantasy. While in the resort’s bar a little earlier, we were sipping our drinks and checking out the other guests. Of course, the decision would ultimately be Louisa’s. I had to smile as I watched her evaluate each possible candidate. Couples wouldn’t work, nor would women drinking alone. Louisa tucked a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear, trying to appear furtive. I still considered her to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. Her blue eyes now held a brightness that conveyed her excitement over our plan. With her graceful curves and understated elegance, Louisa could have her pick of men.
Even after all our years together, I marveled that she’d chosen to marry me. At forty, I was in decent enough shape; I tried to keep myself fit so she would be proud to be seen on my arm. But with middle age came a gradual decrease in stamina. It was something that occasionally gnawed at my confidence, especially since Louisa seemed to be hitting her sexual prime. So as we lingered in the bar, I wasn’t surprised when my wife discreetly nodded toward a man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties.
“Him,” she murmured.
As I regarded the stranger, I couldn’t help but make comparisons between us. The guy was dressed nicely, his outfit doing a spectacular job of accentuating his muscular build. Unlike me, he was clean shaven, and while his hair was almost as dark as mine, it was cut a bit shorter.
I sensed Louisa waiting for my reaction. Trying to keep my face neutral, I said, “Good choice.”
She sent a drink over to him, and when the server nodded in our direction, the man’s face revealed his obvious surprise. Yet he wore a huge smile while lifting the glass in a gesture of thanks.
Louisa watched intently as he approached. I liked that the guy didn’t swagger on his way toward us. No, he was almost tentative, as though afraid he’d misread the entire situation. Again, he thanked us before introducing himself as Ryder.
I almost choked on my own drink at that. Ryder? Holy shit, this was too good to be true!
“I’m Louisa, and this is my husband, Ken.” My wife was practically gushing, her cheeks flushed pink. “Won’t you join us?”
Ryder looked at me, his brown eyes questioning. I merely smiled and nodded.
It didn’t take long for him to grow comfortable with us, and he explained that he was here for a friend’s wedding, which would take place the following day.
“Tomorrow’s our anniversary,” I told him. “Fifteen years.”
“Congratulations!” Ryder’s gaze lingered on Louisa a moment. “But how can that be? You don’t look a day over thirty.”
Though she scoffed at his flattery, I could tell how much she enjoyed it. “I’ll have you know, I’m almost forty. And while Ken and I have had a wonderful marriage, we thought we’d try something different for this anniversary.”
Ryder lifted his eyebrows expectantly, prompting Louisa to bring her lips close to his ear. I couldn’t make out everything she whispered, but I caught certain phrases, such as another man, and our room.
As Ryder listened, his expression underwent a subtle change. Before, he’d been relaxed and unassuming, but he now seemed intensely alert to every word Louisa spoke. His stare took on an unmistakable heat; I was certain he would require no persuading to accompany us back to our suite.
And I was right. Once I’d settled the tab and the three of us were in the elevator, Louisa slipped her arms around Ryder’s neck. Again, he looked at me, and again, I nodded. That simple gesture served to chase away his inhibitions. As he lowered his lips to Louisa’s, I heard her faint moan. I watched another man slide his hands along her back. My dick hardened at the sight of him squeezing her ass. Her white dress was of a modest length, yet she didn’t protest when Ryder lifted it higher, flashing her thighs.
The elevator doors opened, and Ryder reluctantly allowed Louisa to slip from his embrace. I gestured for her to step out before us, then rested a hand on Ryder’s arm. Though he inclined his head toward me, his gaze was fixed on Louisa while she sauntered ahead.
“I want you to give her a good fucking,” I said in a low voice. “Make sure she’s satisfied. And then I want you to fill her pussy with your cum.”
Ryder’s sharp intake of breath was clearly audible, but he quickly recovered enough to reply, “Yes, sir.”
In our suite, Ryder had rushed to remove his clothes. I noticed Louisa staring at him with such hunger that she appeared more like a stranger than my wife.
To be fair, Ryder brought a lot to the game. His sizable cock had an impressive girth; it was much thicker than my own. As soon as Ryder got a glimpse of Louisa in her sheer white bra and panties, his dick pulsed. I had to grin at his body’s response, and my delight didn’t fade in the least as the two of them again embraced, sharing a deep kiss. Ryder slipped a hand between Louisa’s thighs, playing with her pussy through the fabric of her underwear. She stroked him in return, her caress drawing a moan from his throat.
Finally breaking the kiss, Louisa turned to me. “Finish undressing and lie down on the bed, Ken,” she demanded before stripping naked.
And that was how I found myself witnessing such a taboo act, that of another man fucking my wife. Ryder took my instructions to heart, pacing himself in order to last. At one point, he withdrew almost all the way from Louisa’s pussy, and I could see her natural lubrication coating his dick. My God, she was dripping wet! All that juice allowed her to take him effortlessly, though she’d grown accustomed to my smaller cock over the past fifteen years.
“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, fuck yeah, give me that big dick!”
I tried to match their rhythm, my tongue constantly seeking Louisa’s clit. I was able to provide enough stimulation to please her, for her guttural moans increased in intensity. My erection remained neglected, forgotten by my wife while she was in the throes of ecstasy. But I didn’t require her touch to stay hard; simply watching Ryder thrusting like a sex machine kept me fully aroused.
I heard Louisa breathing so fast that I worried she was close to hyperventilating. My tongue worked even harder to push her over the edge, and I was finally rewarded by the tell-tale shudder that coursed through her body. I was intimately familiar with that sign: she was about to surrender to a fierce orgasm.
The moment she did, Ryder released a grunt. I feared he’d lose control and empty his balls inside her, but he proved to have the stamina I often lacked. When Louisa’s knees buckled, threatening to send her toppling onto the bed, Ryder seized hold of her hips.
“Where you going, baby?” he murmured through a grin. “We’re just getting started.”
Pulling out, he guided her downward until she lay on her back. Turning my head, I watched him take his place between Louisa’s thighs. His dick looked larger than ever. My gaze followed the network of veins under his skin.
Ryder had obviously grown more comfortable in taking charge. Instead of thrusting back into Louisa, he teased her well-fucked pussy with his tip. I had to admire the way he gave her a chance to recover from her first orgasm while simultaneously ratcheting up her need.
“Please!” she eventually whimpered. While Ryder had barely broken into a sweat, my wife was flushed.
Lifting an eyebrow, he said, “You sound like you want something from me, Louisa.”
Louisa’s stare met mine. In response, I sat up and moved to kneel at her side. My fingers sought out her clit. “Tell Ryder what you want,” I urged.
Between moans, she said to him, “I want your cock inside me again!”
“Ah, that’s a good girl.” Ryder slid into her with a powerful thrust. Keeping a grasp on her legs, which were held aloft, he resumed giving her the fuck she’d been craving.
I couldn’t resist tenderly stroking Louisa’s cheek. She loved me; I never once doubted that. But a woman did have needs. I slid my hand lower, grazing her nipple with my fingertips. Lowering my head, I took that stiff peak between my lips and sucked hard. I dared to tug at her flesh with my teeth, and then soothe the ache with my tongue.
“Fuck!’ she shrieked. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come again!”
I showed no mercy while rubbing Louisa’s clit. Though she squirmed beneath my touch, I was relentless. I heard Ryder’s laughter as I delivered such delicious torment.
The second climax overwhelmed her seemingly without warning. Her wail was suddenly silenced, and her eyes actually rolled back in her head. Never had I seen my wife in the grip of a full-body orgasm, but that was clearly what was happening now. The most powerful vibrator we’d played with couldn’t compete with Ryder’s dick.
Though Louisa’s eyes remained a little glassy, her voice was firm as she demanded, “Come inside me!”
My eyes locked with Ryder’s. Again, he flashed that confident smile before winking at me.
“You want me to fill that sweet pussy with my cum?” he growled.
Louisa stared up at him, her expression beseeching. “Yes! Ah, fuck!”
I brought my lips close to her ear. “You love spreading your legs like a slut, don’t you?” Despite my words, my tone was gentle, for I knew such talk excited her. Louisa nodded, again breathing fast. Her tits rose and fell at a frantic pace.
Looking back to Ryder, I issued a single command: “Make a mess of her cunt.”
He rutted away even more fervently. Through his own heavy breathing, I heard him issue another growl. His face took on that raw look that signaled an impending release.
Finally, he let go. His groans mingled with Louisa’s as he flooded her pussy with his semen. I imagined her muscles desperately trying to drain him dry. The thought of her body drawing his seed deeper inside made my cock pulse.
“Holy shit!” Ryder let his head fall back. “Oh, that was so good!” When he regarded me again, a sly smile formed on his lips. “Ready for sloppy seconds?”
Louisa rested her hand on my thigh. I was surprised to see such heat in her stare when she said, “Fuck me, Ken.”
By that point, I was so excited that I didn’t have a chance in hell of lasting anywhere near as long as Ryder had. But I couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted.
And what I wanted.
Once Ryder was stretched out on his back, Louisa got on her hands and knees, with her face close to his still-hard cock, and her ass lifted in the air. I succumbed to the filthy desire to spread her farther apart, to see another man’s cum seeping out of her opening.
“My dick’s a little sensitive right now,” Ryder told my wife, “but I’d love it if you licked my balls.”
He made the request so casually, and my wife just as readily agreed to it. Meanwhile, I brought my tip to her entrance. Hearing Louisa’s encouraging moan, I slid inside. I was both squeamish and intensely aroused by the sensation of Ryder’s jizz coating my dick. Louisa’s pussy was noticeably stretched from his substantial size, and she felt even less tight due to being filled with his semen.
I found myself gripped by the sudden urge to thrust hard and fast. Our fucking produced a lewd squelching sound, which might have embarrassed my wife before. But now? She was intently focused on Ryder’s balls.
He stroked her tousled hair, grinning up at me. “That’s it; try to get them both in your gorgeous mouth.”
His instruction to Louisa spurred me on until I was jackhammering her tender cunt. With her mouth obviously full, she released a muffled squeal. All the while, I never lost sight of the fact that I was pounding Ryder’s seed into her.
“Oh, does that turn you on?” I panted. “Getting fucked like a whore?”
She made an enthusiastic sound from low in her throat. Tucking an arm behind his head, Ryder lounged back against the pillow, enjoying every moment of my wife’s attention.
My modest dick couldn’t provide the same bliss to Louisa, and my load wasn’t nearly as large. Strangely enough, I basked in my inadequacy. Whatever I lacked, I made sure someone else provided for her.
It was then that I noticed Ryder studying me. It was as if the young man could read my thoughts, for he murmured, “How are you liking those seconds, Ken? You happy with the way I wrecked your wife’s pussy?”
A helpless groan escaped my lips. My balls tightened even more, and I shook from the desperate need to come. Glancing downward, I watched as my dick pumped in and out of Louisa’s cunt. My skin was covered with her viscous lubrication, as well as his semen.
That obscene sight brought about my climax. I shouted from the force of it, my cock pulsing deep within Louisa. She lifted her head to cry out again, though I hadn’t managed to bring her to orgasm.
When I was completely spent, I withdrew and collapsed on the bed. Slowly, Ryder sat up, and I watched him give Louisa a deep kiss with lots of tongue. “Now kiss your husband,” he whispered to her.
My wife quickly moved to lie next to me. I welcomed that kiss, and her tongue between my lips. The tongue that had just been inside Ryder’s mouth. I could sense her profound satisfaction, and in the smile she offered me, I easily discerned her love.
“You two make a great couple,” Ryder commented as he dressed.
Holding Louisa in my arms, I felt a swell of pride. She’d been fucked senseless by a much younger man, but she remained mine.
Ryder leaned forward to give Louisa’s knee a squeeze. “Thanks for inviting me to join you tonight. I’ll see myself out.”
“You were fantastic,” Louisa called after him.
Before leaving the suite, Ryder again smiled and said, “Happy anniversary.”
Once he was gone, my wife and I looked at each other, still in disbelief at what had taken place. When she let out a peal of laughter, I joined in.
“Did we really just…” Louisa’s voice trailed off as she searched my face.
“We did.” After drawing her to me for another kiss, I added, “And we can do it again if you want.”
Her smile was deceptively innocent. “Well, since tomorrow is our actual anniversary, I think we still have more celebrating to do.”
“I agree. Now lie back and spread your legs.”
She lifted her eyebrows, her gaze playful. “Why?”
My own smile was downright wicked. “Because I want to get another look at your pussy.”
Wonderful wife that Louisa was, she readily indulged me.
