When Charlene and I first got together, I confessed that my number-one fantasy was to watch my girlfriend fuck another man.

I didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with her, but I also didn’t want to waste my time or hers. I’d reached an age in which I felt that I should be open about my fetishes.

Still, it took a bit of nerve for me to sit her down and confess this turn-on.

She turned my fantasy into a reality by the weekend. She invited her coworker Todd home, ostensibly so that he could ask me a few questions about my hot rod. He was refurbishing one of his own, and he said he could use some advice. When Charlene brought us each a beer, she did so wearing a little nothing of a sundress. Todd’s eyes roamed over her body, and he flushed when I caught him staring.

“Jason doesn’t mind when you look,” Charlene explained. “In fact, if you’re up for it, he’d like to watch you do much more than look.”

That night was memorable. I sat on the floral loveseat in our bedroom and gazed on as Todd plowed my wife doggy-style, then flipped her over and 69ed with her until she creamed all over his tongue.

When we got married, I don’t know why I assumed our sex life would grow tamer. To my delight, the exact opposite happened. On our first weekend as man and wife, Charlene said, “You remember when you told me your fantasy?”

“To watch you fuck someone else?” I asked.

“You were so shy,” she said. “You weren’t sure how I’d react. I found that disarming. It made bringing home Todd even more exciting. I knew how thrilled you’d be.”

I thought of that night again, and the many other nights I’d gotten to watch Todd take my mate. Each experience had been more of a turn-on than the one before. I’d watched the duo fuck in the shower. I’d driven them in the car, so they could do it in the backseat and I would catch flashes of their skin show in the rearview mirror.

“Guess what, Jason. Now, you get to watch your wife fuck another man.”

That thought hadn’t occurred to me, but the way she said the words made me hard in a heartbeat.

“You like that,” she continued. “I can tell.” She waved her left hand in front of me, dancing her bejeweled fingers before my face. “I’m your wife now, Jason. Not your girlfriend. And now I’m going to have another man put his dick inside me. What do you think about that?”

“Do you have a man in mind?” I asked her.

“Men,” she said. “I have men in mind.”

That began the steady stream of strangers through our marital bed. Charlene had grasped a concept that hadn’t occurred to me. Her naturally kinky mind understood that watching her hold on to a man’s dick with her diamond ring flashing would twist something inside me in a whole new way. The first man she brought home was a single neighbor from down the street. She’d first spotted him mowing his lawn one Sunday morning, and the muscles on display in his white tank top did her in. She came home wet at the thought of inviting Raymond over. I got hard when she took off her panties and held them in front of my face. “This is only from imagining how he’ll do me,” she sighed. I fucked her against the kitchen table as she told me her plan. When we were finished, she put her idea into immediate effect. She wooed him to our house by saying our mower was broken and asking if we might borrow his.

“Fuck me, Ray,” she beckoned. “Fuck me while my husband watches.”

Then she repaid him by giving him a blowjob in our kitchen, while I sat in our breakfast nook mere feet away and watched her deep-throat the lucky fellow. He was lucky, indeed. Charlene has a mouth like a pro. She swallowed Raymond to the root, her hand cupping his balls while she tongued him to heaven and back. He closed his eyes at first, and I sensed he was a little nervous about the fact that I was so close by, watching. But at some point, perhaps when she ducked between his legs to bathe that special spot between his balls and his asshole, he met my eyes.

Yes, I thought, that’s my wife tonguing your taint. How’s that feel, Ray? You like that?

His eyes told me he did. She moved behind him next, and she told him to face the kitchen window, to hold on to the counter. Then she spread his ass cheeks and rimmed him. I was thankful to be sitting. My legs would have gone weak if I’d been standing. Raymond’s legs were definitely trembling. I’m sure when Charlene asked him over, he’d never imagined winning a treat like this one. Charlene plunged her tongue into his rear entrance, and Raymond groaned and began to fuck air, thrusting his cock forward over and over as she played naughty games behind him.

My cock was a steel rod in my pants. I didn’t touch myself, for fear I’d go off right then. That wouldn’t be useful to anyone. Charlene loves when I take her after she fucks another man. That is the best part to her, when I put my dick in her honeypot, still warm with another man’s seed.

Knowing he was reaching his limits, Charlene stood and got between Ray and the counter. She pulled her flirty, swirling sundress to her hips, revealing her naked haunches beneath. “Fuck me, Ray,” she beckoned. “Fuck me while my husband watches.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He plunged his ready cock into her pussy, and I sighed right along with her as he plumbed her luscious depths. “You’re so big and thick,” she moaned. “Just like Jason. I love the way your big dick feels inside me.”

I don’t know if Raymond had been expecting her filthy mouth. I was. Charlene can talk sexy even when she’s on the cusp of a mind-bending orgasm. She kept up a steady stream of dirty talk as Raymond gripped her around the waist and anchored her for the rest of the ride. I could tell by the tight look in the muscles of his jaw that he was approaching his release. He had taken all he could — her warm mouth on his dick, her sweet tongue in his ass, and now this, the prize, the pinnacle, the tight, wet wonder of her spectacular pussy.

Charlene arched and ground her hips backward to meet his thrust. I could tell when she came. Her whole body seemed to tremble, to shoot off electric sparks. Ray followed a beat later, and then we were in that hurry-up-and-leave mode. He put his jeans back on, nodded his gratitude to us, and stumbled out of the house in a happy daze. I was on Charlene in a flash, spreading her out on our cool kitchen tile, taking her missionary-style with her hair spread out all around her heart-shaped face, her eyes boring into mine as my dick met Raymond’s load.

It was as perfect as fucking gets — close-up watching and an immediate reward. I was lost in the pleasure and then found as Charlene wrapped her strong thighs around me and pulled me in for the fireworks. Her second climax of the day was on my dick, and that brought me to my own powerful release. I added my seed to her font, and then remained sealed to her — connected and sticky, dreamy and creamy.

Charlene sighed and brushed my hair from my eyes. Then she said, “You know, Joe across the street? He has a power washer that we can borrow to do the deck…”

With a wife like Charlene, every day is an adventure, and every night is a fantasy-come-true.

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