My sweet, sexy, wonderful wife, Tabby, was poised to become famous. There was really no other way to put it. After several years of inconsequential parts, she was on the verge of getting her big break. She’d secured a plum audition and felt she’d nailed it. If she managed to get that gig, her life — and mine — would change completely.

Tabby deserved whatever success she could garner. She was a terrific actress. I’d helped her rehearse her bit roles, seeing how much time and devotion she’d put into even the most insignificant parts. She loved her craft and had always wanted the chance to truly shine.

I was sure she was going to have success and fame. Fans would worship her. The prospective job was on a kind of zeitgeist show, one that would inspire cult-like adoration from fanboys and fangirls alike.

“I’m so grateful to you, Richard,” she said after the audition. “You’ve stood by me all these years.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be, darling,” I told her.

I held her, feeling her tremble — with relief, with happiness, with shock. When your dreams are about to come true, how exactly are you supposed to react?

Tabby’s reaction was, apparently, to start squirming in my arms and pressing her lips to my neck. A gleam of unmistakable lust shone in her eyes.

She ground against me, and I met her familiar movements. Tabby and I work very well together. I’d kept the household afloat with my accounting job. My actuarial tables weren’t glamorous, but fortunately my wife thinks I’m hot stuff.

We kissed, and she started rubbing her hand over my swelling crotch. Heat rose within me. We were standing in the living room, and the bedroom seemed far away. Too far for impatient Tabby.

She clawed at my clothes, losing herself in her excitement. I helped by undressing her, as well. Tangled up together, our naked bodies went spilling onto the nearby couch.

Tabby’s body has always been a wonder to me. Her proportions are like mathematical certainties — every curve, every lean muscle, every shapely limb is just right for her.

Her features are much the same, a lovely expression resting on a bewitching face. Sweet lips. Eyes you can lose yourself in. I was delighted people in showbiz finally seemed to be realizing how perfect she was for the camera.

But at that moment, she wasn’t famous. She was just my wife — my eager, willing, supersexed wife.

We kissed ravenously, and she wriggled and thrust her tongue deeper into my mouth. I put my palm to her breast and squeezed it. She snaked a hand between us and seized my hard cock, making me gasp.

Her thumb slid across my crown, smearing the ooze of pre-come there and putting a shiver into my bones. I felt the heat coming off her, smelled the ready scent of her aroused cunt. Her nipples stood stiff, and I plucked at them, making her moan with pleasure.

We made the most of our limited space on the couch, rolling about and groping one another with abandon. There was little that was off-limits between us. We had a formidable mutual sexual history between us.

In fact, before we’d married we had done some truly outrageous stuff. Exhibitionistic forays. Threeways. I’d watched her fuck other guys; she’d seen me screw other women. After our wedding vows, however, we got a bit self-conscious about such activities. If we were married, shouldn’t we act married? So went our thinking, I guess.

Mind you, sex between the two of us was as fantastic as ever. Neither of us was squeamish or averse to adventure — as we were busy proving at that moment.

I found myself on my back with Tabby hurriedly wiggling her way down between my legs. A moment later, my thighs were nestled against her shoulders and she had a hand on my balls with my cock aimed toward her mouth.

Her breath tickled my knob, which eagerly dribbled more pre-come. Her hand delicately massaged my balls, delivering sparks of pleasure.

I gazed down at her as her tongue swirled around my cockhead, swiping up that milky drizzle and making me growl. Her lips slipped over me, surrounding me with a sealing suction as she descended to the base of my shaft. Her tongue was fluttering against my staff as her mouth plunged to the base of me. I felt my cockhead throb in her throat, and she held me with total control.

A drawn-out groan slid past my lips as she bobbed her head up and down on me. Spit ran out of a corner of her mouth, but her suction stayed firm. Her tongue was slithering like an eel. Pleasure built and built inside me until I was afraid of shooting off before she’d gotten hers.

But she knew my responses and pulled off well short of my crisis. She sat up and clambered onto me, at first straddling my chest before moving further up. Grinning, I saw what she had in mind and was ready and willing when she lowered her wet pussy onto my face.

I let her spear herself on my upthrust tongue. Her juices wet my chin and rolled over my lips. She pressed herself flat against my mouth. That let me delve deep up into her. I cupped the swells of her ass and ate her hard.

Her clit waited, vulnerable and needy. I had at it, stroking and batting it lovingly with my tongue’s tip. She squirmed and squealed, and when she came, her juices streamed into my mouth. It was very gratifying.

Just for fun, I flicked my tongue over her asshole as well. She sighed with pleasure. By then, I seriously wanted to jam my cock into her. Once again, she was right with me.

She climbed off me. As she knelt on one of the cushions and thrust her ass out, I scrambled to my feet and hurried in behind her with my glistening cock leading the way.

Anticipation soared within me. I savored that glorious instant before plunging into Tabby’s pussy — the intense expectation, the sighing wait for that ultimate connectivity.

I thrust into her, slamming all the way home. Her pussy clenched me, and I lay my hands on the globes of her gorgeous ass and planted my feet.

As I started stroking into her, her groans filled the air. Her head whipped from side to side. I pounded her harder and harder as she shouted encouragements.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me!” she chanted as my balls thwacked her clit.

She was going to be a famous person one day. The thought echoed in my head, detached from the carnal moment I was engaged in. People on the street would recognize her. They’d come up to her in restaurants, begging for autographs and wanting to take pictures with their phones.

Her anonymity was going to end, I was sure of it. It would be an adjustment for us. But until then, I was just fucking my hot wife.

She got ahead of me and shuddered through a climax. For fun again, I decided to give her ass some more attention. I slipped my juice-slick cock out of her pussy and — once she gave her OK — slid it into the gripping canal of her ass.

She groaned with unmistakable pleasure. I fucked her ass in a fever, delivering no more than two dozen wild strokes before bliss overtook me and I jetted my jizz.

Afterward, we nestled on the couch and I asked her, “Are you intimidated by the idea of becoming famous?”

“A little.”

Something occurred to me. Maybe I’d thought of it in a back-brain way while fucking her ass.

“Hey,” I murmured. “You’ve still got the cloak of anonymity. Want to do something crazy? Like in the old days?”

I was thinking of our premarital adventures, those wild sexcapades we once enjoyed so much.

A grin slowly spread across her pretty face before she asked, “What’d you have in mind?”

I suggested we go to a club and see what kind of mischief we could get into. Or, more accurately, what kind of mischief could get into her!

We hadn’t been there long when Tabby snagged a guy off the dance floor. His name was Oscar, and he looked confused when she introduced me to him as her husband. I was sitting at the bar, nursing a cocktail.

“Oh,” Oscar said, with his eyes flashing back to Tabby. He was a handsome specimen, I had to admit. “I thought...”

“Thought I wanted to take you home with me?” Tabby asked brightly.

Their moves on the dance floor had gotten very provocative. She had practically been grinding on him.

Oscar shot me a nervous look, so I said, “That’s the idea. Come home with us.”

“Uh,” Oscar said. “I’m, um, not really into guys.”

I chuckled and assured him, “We won’t be fucking. I’ll just be watching the two of you screw.”

This really was like the old days — me and Tabby out cooking up sexual mayhem. I felt loose and happy.

Ultimately, Oscar agreed to the arrangement. He couldn’t pass up Tabby. She was just some random hot woman to him, not anybody on the cusp of fame. He wanted her strictly on the merits of her undeniably good looks. Tabby, after I’d proposed that night’s adventure, had said she wanted to find out if she still had it. She definitely did.

Once we were all gathered in our bedroom, I took a seat in the corner. The bed beckoned. Tabby was grinning at Oscar, who still looked a bit nervous.

I felt some of that tension, too, but in a good way. Of all the sexual shenanigans Tabby and I used to get up to — sex in a park or in front of a curtain-free hotel window or ménaging the fuck out of an à trois — watching her screw another man was always something special to me.

It resists analysis. I honestly can’t fully explain the turn-on. There’s no immediate physical payoff for me. I’m purely a spectator. I don’t even jerk off while they’re doing it. So where’s the joy?

Nonetheless, seeing a strange dude paw her and excite her and touch her and lick her, and finally fuck her — well, it sends me into a state of carnal overdrive. The images burn in my head, and my whole being blazes with the erotic wonder of the event.

So I watched, with keen anticipation and kindling excitation, as Tabby pulled Oscar into her embrace. Standing beside the bed, she stroked his cheek, gave him a reassuring smile, and then mashed her mouth against his.

Oscar appeared aroused but still somewhat shocked. Maybe he was waiting for some hostile response from me. Little did he know that my cock was getting furiously hard as I sat there, silently cheering for him to kiss her back, to kiss her hard.

For another second or two, he stood there frozen. Then his own excitement must have overcome him, and he ground his mouth against hers. They kissed wildly; I saw tongues flashing. Tabby pressed herself tightly to him, and he closed his arms around her. It was on!

Their hands started to roam, Tabby’s first as she groped his ass. He stiffened briefly, then he did the same to her, kneading her succulent rear globes. She did a bump and grind with her hips, jamming her crotch against his. His dick had to be getting hard, and I knew her juices must’ve been flowing.

Their moving hands tugged at clothing, fingers going for buttons and zippers. I watched as Tabby’s beautiful body was made bare. Her pussy lips gleamed; her nipples stood out stiffly.

Oscar, halfway out of his clothes, paused to gape at her naked splendor. But Tabby was impatient again and stripped him before grabbing his arm and fairly yanking him up onto the bed.

They lay together. All that exposed flesh. Oscar’s cock stood erect. I could almost see it throbbing from where I sat. I quietly sucked air between my teeth as Tabby’s hand boldly grasped his shaft. Her elbow moved as she began to pump him. He let out a tentative moan, then a louder groan of pleasure. I knew her touch, knew she could jack a guy like she was one.

Oscar started to reach a hand between her outspread legs. He hesitated and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I decided to break protocol. Tabby’s new friend needed to understand how much I was enjoying their show.

I unzipped, pulled out my cock and started pumping myself, grinning at Oscar the whole time.

He grinned back, then slotted two fingers into my wife’s waiting pussy. Tabby gave a joyful squeal, rolling her hips as he plunged his fingers deeper.

I knew her responses. When she heaved on the bed, I knew Oscar was working her clit. Familiar waves of pleasure hit her, one by rapid one. Within a minute, she was wailing with orgasmic ecstasy.

I continued pulling on my cock, just as Tabby kept up her jerking rhythm with Oscar. Pleasure was zipping throughout my body, and I wondered why I hadn’t made a habit of jacking my meat in situations like this before.

Tabby shifted on the bed, wordlessly encouraging Oscar to lie back. He got the idea when she pushed his legs open and slid her body between them, moving her head into place.

I watched her tongue unfurl past her lips and perform a pirouette on his cockhead. The moment she made contact, Oscar’s whole body jumped. Tabby lifted her face, and for a second, her tongue was connected to his knob by a thin, gleaming string of saliva.

Then she dropped her mouth on him, sucking him down to his nuts in one fearless plunge. She cupped his sac in her hand. I saw her fingers moving gently. She was playing with his balls while she sucked him, and I knew how good all that felt.

Tabby was poetry in sexual motion as her head bobbed up and down. Her body flexed, the whole sensual length of her. She was on her knees with her ass in the air and her upper body bent forward like in some yoga pose — one I’d call Cocksucking Hottie.

Oscar, for his part, basked in the glory of my wife’s gobbling mouth. His face wore a mask of absolute pleasure, and he compulsively ran a hand through his own hair. I wondered if Tabby was aware of how close he was to giving her a mouthful of hot, sticky cream.

But, of course, she was. Her head came up suddenly, and her hand slid off his balls and gripped the base of his cock. That clearly held him in check, and I saw him get his breath back.

She started to lie back, probably expecting some reciprocal oral loving from him. But Oscar moved decisively, maneuvering Tabby so she was facing away, on her knees again. She went with it, so it obviously agreed with her, but I thought it a little quick to cut straight to him fucking her.

Oscar had other plans, though. With her ass pointed high in the air once again, he hunkered behind her and started licking her pussy from behind. A loud groan filled the bedroom. I realized both Tabby and I were making the same sound — she because Oscar apparently had a talented tongue, and me because watching him eat my wife like that was seriously exciting.

So much so, in fact, I felt like I was burning up in my clothes. I decided to go all the way and strip. Twenty seconds later I was sitting nude in my chair, jacking my cock, while Oscar snuffled in my wife’s pussy. I had a perfect view of his tongue working in and out of her.

The pitch of Tabby’s moans changed, climbing higher, and I saw with a start that Oscar had shifted his attentions. He was now tonguing her asshole. Early that day I’d given her a few playful flicks, but he was seriously drilling her.

Tabby’s ass swayed back and forth. She dug her fingers into the bed as Oscar continued to tongue-fuck her asshole.

Her climax moved through her body in slow motion. It appeared to start at her toes and course upward. Her flesh rippled, her limbs shook, her head whipped from side to side — and she let out a howl.

Oscar sat back, letting her recover briefly. At that moment, I wanted him to fuck her! I all but shouted it at him. Evidently, he also thought the time was ripe. He got in close behind her, on his knees, with his cock tantalizingly poised at her pussy.

“Yes!” Tabby cried, turning to look over her shoulder with eyes ablaze. “Yeah, fuck me!”

Oscar thrust forcefully inside her cunt, burying his shaft in her willing snatch. Still working my own cock, I nearly shot my load. My every muscle was taut, and there was a delicious shivering deep in my bones.

Oscar began to stroke into Tabby, not hurrying at first. His gaze roamed over her undulating body, feasting on the ass he’d recently devoured. He probably couldn’t believe he was fucking someone so gorgeous.

Rocking on her knees, Tabby thrust back as he drove into her. She was soon clawing at the mattress again. This time, the orgasm barreling toward her was a major one. I noticed all the signs.

Oscar started fucking her harder, and I knew he was passing the point of no return. I went with him, with her — separate from the carnal proceedings on the bed but still very much a part of the climactic moment. As if to acknowledge that, Tabby turned her eyes on me and mouthed, “I love you,” and I said it back to her.

She came in a thrashing frenzy as Oscar hung on for dear life. He was already coming when his cock popped free of her pussy. He shot his pearly jets of cream all over her ass and back.

At the same time, I spewed my spunk across the carpet in a zenith of pleasure.

Afterward, we tidied ourselves up and put Oscar in a cab. There was no telling if Tabby would ever truly become a household name. But to me, she was always the star of the show.