My wife, Heather, loves to take pictures with her phone.

In fact, she does it constantly, which is why I wasn’t surprised when the device ran out of memory.

Rather than just deleting the memory-hogging shots, she downloaded the lot of them and spent a week’s worth of mornings going through them at a leisurely pace on her laptop.

On one of those mornings I passed by, bleary eyed, on my way to the coffee pot, but what I saw on her screen jolted me awake. It was a selfie of her in the arms of a good-looking guy, clearly from before we met because she had really long hair. (She’s had a short pixie cut since I’ve known her.) She had a dreamy look on her face, and I guessed from her smile she was reliving some wonderful memories.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“Oh, some guy I kinda dated,” she said, clicking through to the next shot — which was one of God-knows-how-many photos of a random lunch. “His name’s Mitch. It was super-short fling.”

Heather and I had been married for about three months and had only dated about that long. We fell for each other hard and quick but had no qualms about getting married right away. Obviously, I assumed she’d had sex with other men before she met me, but I’d never dwelled on the thought. But that picture of her reclining in Mitch’s arms lingered in my mind for weeks. When I was alone, I found myself imagining them kissing. I imagined him stripping her and tonguing her tiny pink nipples until she begged to be fucked. But I wanted more than that fantasy. I wanted to see the real thing.

I love my wife, and I was shocked that the thought of watching her fucking another guy was turning me on. But I also couldn’t stop thinking about it. One afternoon after we’d had some awesome sex, I revealed my obsession to Heather. I confessed that I kept fantasizing about watching her and Mitch screw.

“I don’t expect you to — ” I stuttered. “I know it sounds crazy — ”

“Well,” she said with a shy smile, “he was a really hot fuck.”

My eyes grew wide, and my heart pounded. My cock swelled yet again as my fevered brain concocted newer X-rated images. I rolled over on top of her, slotting my revived cock between her slippery cunt lips and fucked her hard and fast from the get-go. My excitement made me feral and wild — something I’d never felt before. Heather groaned loudly and raised her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust and seeming to be as aroused as I was.

“Would you really do that for me?” I asked my beautiful bride.

“I’d love to,” she sighed, closing her eyes and rocking her body toward mine with even more ferocity. I told her how I couldn’t wait to see Mitch’s hard cock pounding her pussy, and her happy moans filled my ears as her cunt spasmed around my dick. In minutes, we both succumbed to body-shaking climaxes.

When I returned home from work the next night, Heather was smiling coyly. I knew right away that something was up. She told me she’d called Mitch — and they were going to meet for lunch the very next day! She promised me if she still felt a spark, she would proposition him.

I knew she would, and not once did I think he’d refuse her. My wife is hot!

Still, I was a wreck the next day at work while I waited for Heather’s phone call, which finally came late in the afternoon.

“He said yes!” she announced, her voice shaking. My mind was reeling as Heather excitedly told me Mitch was coming over Friday night for dinner — and whatever else we all might want afterward!

The night of our date, Heather insisted I pick out her clothes. I chose my favorite dress of hers, a clingy, low-cut blue number that was sexy without being trashy, and a white satin bra-and-panty set. It was extremely arousing for me to slip her delicate panties up her thighs, knowing that later in the evening another man would be stripping them off of her.

Heather took her time styling her hair and fixing her makeup, and when she walked down the stairs into the living room, she looked absolutely breathtaking. I’d just handed her a glass of wine when the doorbell rang. I nodded toward her, encouraging her to greet our guest. She kissed Mitch on the lips, and as his hand lingered on the small of her back, my cock swelled appreciatively in my pants.

Heather quickly introduced me, and Mitch shook my hand. He was indeed as good-looking as his photograph, but he seemed like a great guy and we hit it off right away.

As they chatted, I stepped away for a moment with the excuse of checking on dinner, but I really wanted to give them some time alone. Leaving the door ajar, I was able to spy on them, watching eagerly as Mitch gently lifted her face toward his and kissed her on the lips again, this time more sensuously. As they parted, she stared into his eyes with slightly open lips and flushed cheeks. My semi-hard cock instantly blossomed into a full-fledged erection. By the time I called them to eat, they’d already broken their embrace but their sexual connection was palpable.

As difficult as it was for Heather to wait as we enjoyed our meal, I appreciated the opportunity to get to know Mitch better. I was convinced he was the perfect man to fulfill our fantasy. Dinner turned into an hour-long flirtation, and I could only imagine how wet my wife’s pussy was as she squirmed in her chair.

After dessert, I left the two of them snuggling on the couch while I straightened up the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I heard my wife release a long moan. Peeking out the door again, I saw Mitch with his face buried in Heather’s neck. She gasped as he groped her breast through her dress. I quietly reentered the living room, waiting patiently until they noticed my presence. 

When Mitch finally came up for air, I suggested, “Let’s go upstairs.”

Heather nodded and took Mitch by the hand, leading him to our bedroom. 

They’d barely crossed the threshold when Mitch lifted her dress up and over her head. She stood before him in her white lingerie and black spiked heels, looking both sweet and sexy. I sat in a chair in the corner of the room, close enough to see all of the action, but far enough that I was out of their way.

As their lips met in another intense kiss, Mitch slid his hand down Heather’s back and flicked open the clasp of her bra with one hand. As the garment fell to the floor, he dove down to suck on her nipples. My wife held the back of his head and moaned. Mitch then continued his downward journey until he was kneeling in front of her. Heather’s knees buckled slightly when he first nuzzled her panty-clad crotch.

Mitch slipped his fingers underneath the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her hips. My breath caught in my throat when her blonde pubic hair came into view. Mitch tossed the panties aside and brought his face back to her naked pussy. Her eyes met mine for a moment, and I blew her a kiss as Mitch’s tongue skidded along her slit. Heather gasped while he continued to lavish her with licks and kisses. She looked so beautiful, quivering in her high heels while Mitch lapped at her pussy.

I couldn’t believe it. I was watching a live sex show right in my own home — and the star was none other than my wife! Not taking my eyes off the action, I slowly unzipped my pants and took out my cock. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, using the lightest touch possible. I was so turned on I was afraid I’d come too soon.

Mitch slipped one and then two fingers inside my wife. Heather let out little whimpers as he stroked his digits in and out of her cunt. He continued to suck on her clit while working a third finger inside of her. My wife was wriggling around like crazy, but Mitch did his best to stay on target. He finger-fucked her at a steady pace, and soon she was grinding her pussy against his face. Her eyes were shut tight, and her head was thrown back as she began to moan loudly. Mitch knew how close she was to coming and never let up. He kept thrusting his fingers into her and lapping at her clit until she screamed out loud, shaking with pleasure. The sight of another man making my wife come made my cock lurch. I had to quickly squeeze the base of my shaft to keep myself from spurting all over. 

When Heather finally caught her breath, she looked at her lover and uttered the words I had been longing to hear: “Please fuck me, Mitch.”

His smiling face was glistening with my wife’s juice. They kissed, and I stroked myself more rapidly as I watched Heather tasting herself on his lips. Not wasting another moment, he laid her down on the bed. My wife spread her legs wide in invitation. Mitch’s cock was hard and ready. He took it in his hand and traced the head up and down her slit, making her moan. Heather’s hips bounced against the mattress impatiently, and I knew she was wiggling around to try to force his cockhead inside her. After swirling his cock over and around her sensitive clit, Mitch placed it at her slick entrance and gradually slid inside. My wife’s eyes closed briefly as she savored every inch of his cock filling her cunt. He pulled out slowly, and in the dim light of the room I saw the delicious shine of pussy juice on his shaft. I somehow had a feeling that Mitch was fucking her slowly for my benefit — and believe me, I appreciated it. I loved every second of the incredible scene that was unfolding before me.

Before long, though, Mitch could no longer hold out. He picked up his pace, fucking her harder and faster. Heather’s moans were ringing in my ears, spurring me on while I jerked my cock in time to match their furious fucking. When I saw Heather shiver and finally heard that sharp cry I recognized as her release, a wave of ecstasy coursed through me, sparking my own orgasm. My cock pulsed in my hand, and suddenly I was shooting my load into the air as my groans mingled with Mitch’s. He was still rapidly pumping his hips, wanting to prolong those last glorious moments of their coupling. But in seconds, his entire body tensed and he thrust his hips forward in one last brutal lunge, no doubt filling my wife with cream. When he was finally spent, he collapsed atop her and gave her an affectionate kiss on the forehead.

As Mitch’s cock softened inside my wife, she turned to look at me. I whispered, “Thank you,” and she smiled.

Shortly afterward, Mitch left for the evening and I made love to my beautiful wife, imagining all of the sexy adventures that lay ahead of us.

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