For most of our married life (more than 30 years now, both of us being in our 50s),

My wife had a resentment toward her cousin Susan, who seemed to lord it over her that she and her husband were so much better off than us financially. Not that there was anything so wrong with our lifestyle — we managed just fine, thanks. And really, we had very little contact with Susan and Curt. It just rankled Gretchen.

A few years ago she got a call from Curt saying he was in town, and since she’s always liked him, she invited him to dinner. After drinks and a steak dinner, he said he had something to discuss. He said his company was expanding its business in our area, and he wondered if my law firm might want to handle some of their legal business.

Well, of course we would! And it turned out great for all concerned. It meant a huge bump in my firm’s business, and a huge increase in my earnings — it paid for a new house, for new cars for both Gretchen and me, and for our kids’ education.

Not long ago Curt was at our house and we were celebrating another big deal we had completed. We’d been hitting the martinis hard, with Gretchen keeping right up with Curt and me. When he got to bringing us up to date on Susan and their kids, he mentioned that he hadn’t been home in almost a month. Gretchen kidded him about missing his wife and Curt said he sure did. He said he would especially miss her that night, since it was his 60th birthday.

We felt terrible about not realizing. We sang “Happy Birthday” and asked what we could get Curt for his birthday on such short notice. But he insisted he already had everything a man could want. Gretchen kept saying how grateful we were for all he’d done for us, and wasn’t there something he’d like? Anything at all?

Maybe it was the drinks, but finally Curt said shyly that he really missed his wife. I knew instantly what he was getting at. And indeed, when Gret pressed on, he said he had often wondered what her breasts looked like.

Slightly taken aback, Gret said that wasn’t what she’d expected to hear, but given all that he’d done for us, she could certainly do that much for him. Barely looking at me, she lifted her sweater over her head and displayed her black lace bra, nearly bursting with her big boobs.

With a trembling voice Gretchen told Curt he could undo the hooks if he wanted. He glanced at me as he stood up, but I just smiled. He went to her and reached around and undid her bra, baring her beautiful breasts. He feasted his eyes on them and licked his lips. Feeling kind of overwhelmed, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, where I splashed water on my face and took several deep breaths while I wrestled with my emotions.

When I returned several minutes later, the sight I saw didn’t make me feel more comfortable. Curt’s mouth was fastened to one of my wife’s breasts and he had a hand under her skirt, and she was clutching him like she was crazy with excitement. While I stood silent in the hallway, he lowered her panties and she stepped out of them; then together they undid his pants, which fell to the floor along with his underwear. He took to sucking her boobs alternately while cupping her round butt.

With their moans filling the room, Gret groped for Curt’s cock. He lowered her onto the sofa and spread her knees apart. I watched as he got on top of her, and as she moaned louder still, he began to work his big cock into her. They were both out of their minds with lust, and my own cock was as hard as a rock as I saw my wife willingly take a cock other than mine.

Gretchen’s moaning grew louder as Curt seemed to struggle to enter her. A long, low moan told me he’d finally penetrated her fully. Then I watched his ass pumping up and down between her spread thighs. The urgency of their fucking increased, and when Gretchen cried out, I knew she was coming. Curt gave a cry of his own, and I knew he was emptying his semen in my wife.

By then I’d already come in my pants — without even touching myself! But I was still hard, so I finally went in the living room and sat in a chair as Curt and Gretchen separated. When they did, I got up and approached her, and she looked at me with glazed eyes as I dropped my pants. I got on top of her and slid into her warm, wet depths. It felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced or imagined and thrilled me beyond my wildest fantasies.

Gretchen started humping her hips to match mine, and it only took a minute until we climaxed together. Once I’d gotten off of her, we all sat in awkward silence for a while. Finally Gretchen spoke. She said I shouldn’t be mad at Curt, that it was all on her. He wouldn’t look at me at all. I said calmly that I wasn’t mad, that this was one of the most exciting experiences I had ever had.

We all had another drink, and then Gretchen went to the bathroom. While she was in there, Curt said that he hoped the events of the evening didn’t change our business relationship, and I told him absolutely not. Then he asked softly if it was okay if he had Gretchen one more time. I nodded, and on her return he stood and went to her, then got her down on her hands and knees, got behind her and entered her doggie-style. The look of total lust on her face blew me away, and I sat stroking my cock while I watched my wife being fucked. Curt held her breasts as he drove in and out of her until they had another mutual climax.

Afterward, I helped Gretchen to bed, where she slept soundly until late morning, well after Curt left. The night was such a thrill that I look forward to many more such nights. I’m sure Gretchen and Curt would agree.