Kandi and I are both 42 years old and have been married for 18 years.

Our sex life is good, but I have always had this urge to watch her have sex with other guys. We’ve talked about it a number of times, and she has always said she would be open to it if I could handle it. Nothing ever came of it, until about six months ago.

Kandi is still very beautiful, with a great body, and works out several times a week. One day after a workout, she told me there was a young guy, Byron, who worked out at the same gym. She said that they’d been flirting with each other for a couple of weeks, and she was very attracted to him. I knew one of her favorite fantasies was to be fucked by a young stud. She already knew how I felt about it, and needed little encouragement from me.

Kandi invited him over to our house the following weekend, and for the next several days I was both nervous and excited, anticipating his arrival. Kandi said she was looking forward to the evening, but would call it off if I changed my mind. I knew I wouldn’t. She told me Byron had been surprised when she suggested it, but he admitted that he had wanted to fuck her for a long time. Having me watch him fuck my wife would only make it more exciting.

Byron arrived with flowers for Kandi, kissed her lightly on the lips, then shook my hand as she introduced us. He was very personable, but I was nevertheless surprised that she was attracted to him. With an earring in each ear, he was not her usual type. We talked for a while on the sofa. They held hands and every once in a while kissed lightly. I guess Kandi was getting antsy that things were moving slowly because she said she was going up to change. I thought she was already very hot-looking in a short skirt with a slit high up her thigh, and a sheer white blouse with a very lacy bra. She came back downstairs wearing nothing but a sheer nightie barely down to her pussy; her firm nipples were clearly visible.

She sat on Byron’s lap facing me and pushed her tongue into his mouth, giving him a big wet kiss. Byron was a fast mover, and before long their tongues were engaged in some hot French kissing. I got a raging hard-on as I watched Byron and my wife embrace each other. His hands were under her nightie, squeezing her tits and roaming all over her body. Neither seemed to know or care that I was there, stroking myself through my pants.

Suddenly Kandi got up and took off her nightie. Naked before him, she moved his mouth to her nipple. Sucking one nipple and playing with the other, he had her moaning and saying, “Oh yes, Byron. Oh yes.” His finger then moved toward Kandi’s pussy and began sliding in and out of her cunt. She closed her eyes and leaned against him for support as she had her first orgasm.

When she recovered she began to pull off his clothes until the two of them were fully naked. By that time my rock-hard cock was in my hand. Kandi began kissing her way down his body. She got on her knees and began licking his balls, rubbing his cock against her cheek, and kissing the head. Now it was his turn to moan. As she sucked and pumped his cock with one hand, she reached between his legs with the other and put her finger up his ass. When he said he was coming she held his cock to her open mouth so we could both see the spurts of his cream as she tried to catch every drop. The sight of his come on her tongue pushed me over the edge and I too came, making a bit of a mess on the carpet and my pants.

Kandi gave him another long, wet kiss, told him he tasted wonderful, and said she wanted him to fuck her in the bedroom. Completely ignoring me, they went to the bedroom. I followed. She fell on the bed with her legs spread open, offering him her wet cunt. Byron moved right in, licking and sucking until Kandi grunted and bucked against his face in another orgasm. After a short rest, he pulled away and pivoted around until they were in the sixty-nine position. Kandi was on the bottom, sucking on his cock and balls and tonguing his ass hole for all she was worth. They both acted as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Then he turned so they were head to head and easily slid his cock into her hot pussy, pounding her much harder than I ever did. She started yelling, “Fuck me harder, Byron! Fuck me good!” until finally they both got off together.

I was hard again, a testament to the heat and excitement of the moment. She held his cock inside her and he remained on top. They continued kissing, talking, and smiling.

Byron and Kandi’s fling continued for almost three months, often without me being there to observe. Eventually the excitement wore off for both of them and they just stopped. Since she was unlikely to dump me for someone half her age, I never felt threatened. She said she really enjoyed the sex and enjoyed living out her fantasies. I think it improved our sex lives. So my suggestion to the male readers of this magazine is to let your wife fuck someone as different from you as possible. It will be more exciting for her, but when the thrill is gone she will want to go back to the way things were.