My husband, Sal, was having none of it. “Beth, forget it. It was a long time ago, and I’m over it.”

“But Jaelin was the one who got away, wasn’t she?”

“I’m glad she got away. I’m glad I married you.”

I had unexpectedly met Sal’s old flame at a company event. She was a striking, raven — haired woman, one who stirred my own desires. We’d both been shocked to discover we had my husband, Sal, in common. She’d been seriously involved with him a year before I’d met him. Sal had told me about her, and I’d always sensed a wistfulness there.

“Don’t you still want her?” I asked. “Even just to settle an old score?” I grabbed him, pulling his face toward mine. “As long as you let me watch, you can fuck her.” I gave him a ferocious kiss.

Our marriage was a happy one, but we’d done some crazy shit as wife and husband, including fooling around with others with permission and dragging sweet things like Jaelin into bed with us.

“Why is this important to you?” Sal asked. He was a rugged man, with a fine build.

“Because Jaelin meant something to you — not just sexually but emotionally. Seeing you two make love would be like watching you with me. I think it would be… beautiful.”

He smiled gently. “Okay, Beth. Let’s try to make it happen.”

Jaelin and I had hit it off nicely. I got together with her at a café a few days later. She wore a top that hugged her luscious — looking breasts. She had a model’s high cheekbones. Over some wine I asked her a few questions about Sal. She was uncomfortable at first, but I made it clear I was fine with their past.

Finally, she admitted, “Well, he was the one that got away. Not that I’m sorry he ended up with you. I get the feeling you make him very happy.”

“Every chance I get.” I grinned. “I know something that would make him really happy.”

Jaelin waited, looking puzzled. I laid out my proposal and held my breath. I so wanted to see this gorgeous woman making love with my husband. The thought made my pussy buzz with desire.

She downed the rest of her wine. Solemnly, she said, “I… I’m sorry, Beth. I can’t.” Disappointment crushed me. She went on, “Not unless you come and join us after you’ve had a chance to watch.”

I practically dove over the table to hug and kiss her.

We set up our liaison for the following night. Anticipation was turning me inside out. Jaelin would come over to our house, where there was a one — way mirror in our bedroom for situations just like this. Many times I’d watched from the adjacent room while Sal screwed some hot woman silly. He’d done the same when I took some stud to bed or wanted to lezz up some sweet babe.

I heard Jaelin’s car in the driveway. I hurried upstairs. I sat and waited in the little chamber, my flesh rippling with expectation. Downstairs, the two of them were talking and laughing.

The wait was agonizing, but eventually they climbed the stairs. I gasped when they entered the bedroom. Jaelin wore a clingy red dress and pumps, her dark hair spread across her creamy shoulders. Her eyes were alight with desire. Sal was his usual robustly handsome self. He led her in by the hand.

They stopped at the foot of our bed, and he drew her into his arms. My heart pounded as their lips met. The kiss was soft, tender, loving. It was like watching a great romantic movie and seeing the lovers finally connect.

But the action quickly went from PG — 13 to R and then to points north. Sal groped her tits through the dress while she grabbed his firm ass, sinking her fingers in. They kissed harder, wild tongues at play.

He raked the red dress off her shoulders, baring those gorgeous breasts. He bent and flicked the stiff nipple of one, then turned to hungrily suckle the other. Jaelin’s lovely face flushed with color. She wound her fingers into his thick hair and jammed more of her tit into his mouth.

In my little room, with the perfect view, my excitement rose. She pulled at his shirt, tore at the fly of his slacks. Sal got her out of that dress, leaving her in stockings and those fuck — me pumps. My pussy flowed at the sight. Sal’s yearning cock sprang into view, and she jerked it in her fist. He moaned.

Up onto the bed they went. I peeled off my shirt and closed my hands over my own breasts, kneading them, which sent shivers of hot pleasure through me. Sal was fingering Jaelin’s scrumptious — looking pussy, and she was writhing underneath his knowing digits. He worked her diligently, gauging her reactions before bringing her quickly and expertly toward her peak.

I wondered how well he remembered her particular responses from their time together. I knew how easily he could get me off with just a couple fingers in my snatch. It was mesmerizing to watch him pleasure this woman. Oh, I’d seen Sal do lots more to lots of other ladies, but I observed the special care he took with Jaelin. I knew he wasn’t still actively in love in her, but the echo of their deep shared emotions remained. It was beautiful to see.

When she cried out, I shimmied out of my pants and slipped a finger up into my slippery slot. New excitement radiated outward across my flesh.

Jaelin instantly recovered from the throes of her orgasm and moved down to drop her mouth unceremoniously onto Sal’s cock. His whole body jumped at the sudden contact. She swallowed him right down to his base in one plunge, impressing the hell out of me with her fearless cock — sucking talent. No doubt she remembered the taste of his delectable meat from the old days.

Through the one — way glass I watched her dick — filled face contort with ecstasy. Sal groaned louder as her mouth rose and fell on him. She cupped his balls in her hand, just how he liked it, and sucked with rapturous abandon.

“She swallowed him right down, impressing me with her fearless cock — sucking talent.”

I added a second finger to my pussy, reaming out my hole now. I flicked my swollen clit with my thumb, ringing the bell of my pleasure.

Sal was headed toward an orgasm. I knew all the signs. I wondered if he was going to blast off in her mouth, which was something I was sure Jaelin would have welcomed. Instead, he pulled her off him — an act of splendid self — control — and laid her on her back before clambering between her legs. She grinned wildly, spit rolling down her chin. When he slammed his cock home into her gleaming pussy, she yowled with joy.

I watched my husband pound her. Every flex of his muscles, every throb of his tendons, were familiar to me. He was a veritable fuck — machine, repeatedly burying his lovely shaft in her. Her legs flew into the air, those red shoes kicking. Her head rolled from side to side, raven hair whipping across the sheets.

My pussy clenched around my fingers and a breathtaking orgasm consumed me as Jaelin howled her way through another climax. This time, though, Sal was with her. He pulled out just as his pearly juice started to fly. He laid his hot stripes across her stockinged legs. Then he fell back onto the bed.

I knew my cue. On shaky feet I entered the bedroom. Jaelin looked at me, wide — eyed. I wondered if she’d momentarily forgotten I was observing all this. But her beautiful face split with a grin, and she held a hand out toward me.

I hurried onto the bed, giving Sal time to recover, pausing only to dot his lips with a quick kiss. Then I was in Jaelin’s arms. Our tits pressed together, erect nipples meeting. I smelled Sal’s scent on her and felt his gooey load on my thigh as I pushed it between her legs. She rubbed her pussy on me. I jammed mine on hers, fresh molten joys awakening within me.

We kissed, our tongues entwining. This woman radiated a strong, carnal energy. She whirred with desire in my arms. I probed her mouth deeply with my tongue. When we came up for breath, I said, “Let’s go pussy on pussy, okay?” She was already maneuvering into her half of the scissor pose.

We slotted our legs together in that special womanly way. Jaelin had been significant in Sal’s life. I could see something of myself in her. I knew Sal could have ended up marrying her — they’d talked about it — but I felt no jealousy. She was a road not taken, but I was glad to be here while Sal enjoyed a nostalgic jaunt down that what — if pathway.

But, honestly, I was more interested that moment in humping my cunt as hard as I could against her squelching groove. Sal had slickened her up nicely, and our pussy lips slipped and slid against each other, our folds smearing together and our clits grazing and sparking with the sweet electrical contact.

“She rode my fingers while Sal stroked into me. Pleasure slapped across my body.”

She worked her hips as hard as me, grunting with the happy effort. I was aware of Sal rolling over to watch us. I looked and saw his cock rising anew, the old blaze of lust coming to his eyes. Jaelin and I fucked all the more vigorously for his entertainment — and ours. I couldn’t remember the last female I’d been with who was this agile and enthusiastic.

We banged pussies until I seized one of her come — smeared stockings and pulled on it till it tore. She let out a mutual cry as my climax rocked me.

When I rolled onto my back, Sal swooped in over me. He wasted no time in plugging his cock into my waiting hole. Jaelin knelt alongside, watching avidly and tracing a finger up and down her dripping cleft. I waved her closer and slotted two of my fingers up into her, loving the feel of her silken interior.

She rode my fingers while Sal stroked into me. Pleasure slapped across my body like high — tide waves. I jounced under his quickening thrusts. I felt and heard the smack of his balls. In the seconds before his climax, he turned and kissed Jaelin who rammed her tongue into his mouth while she came on my fingers.

Sal’s come sprayed inside me, touching off another scalding climax. We all fell together in a heap. The past and the present had merged. Drowsing happily with flesh pressing me on all sides, I didn’t know where I began or ended. And it didn’t matter.

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