There’s a tradition in some cultures where if someone compliments something of yours three times, you’re obligated to give said item to that person.

Hayley certainly wasn’t mine to give away. Fifteen years of marriage allowed for a lot between husband and wife, but we’d never become each other’s possessions.

Still, I was excited by the attention Stewart was giving my spouse. His eyes had been tracking her all night at the party. Now and then, almost like he was only half-aware, he would murmur some laudatory comment about her.

Stewart was at the age I had been when Hayley and I got married. He and I both worked at the same firm, and this fancy gala we were all attending was to benefit a worthwhile charity our company supported. Hayley, as usual, was mingling with effortless grace, turning the heads of many of the men there — and a few of the women.

Hayley was beautiful. Her years gave her an alluring worldliness that discerning eyes couldn’t fail to notice. I loved her with every fiber of my being. But we had certain unusual needs and had adjusted our marriage accordingly over the years. Now we had it down to a system.

“She makes me think of something out of mythology,” Stewart said, a glaze on his eyes as he watched Hayley across the crowded hall. “Like she’s some goddess come to earth.”

I hid a smile by taking a sip of champagne.

At the same instant Stewart appeared to finally catch himself in the act. His mouth tightened, and he looked at me with a startled expression. “Oh. Ah. Sorry.”

“What’s to be sorry about?” I asked. I stepped closer, adding in a hushed tone, “She is incredible. Look at how she fills out that gown. Those beautiful breasts, that toned yet supple figure. Her skin is like silk, you know. So smooth under your hand. And the scent of her is an aphrodisiac all its own. When you put your face down between her naked spread legs… ”

Sweat popped out visibly on his forehead. He was falling under the spell I was weaving. Suddenly, though, he caught himself again. “Mr. C!” He sounded scandalized, but with a raw edge of excitement in his voice. He was a fine, fit, healthy male. I knew the kind of men Hayley liked, and she’d like Stewart.

“I think you can call me Ray,” I said.

“But — ”

“But you want my wife. So, let’s see how she feels about it.”

Hayley, as she’d circumnavigated the room, had kept an eye on me. I gave her a nod, and she came gliding over. Her lovely face glowed with a seductive aura.

“This is Stewart,” I told her as a deep-seated anticipation stirred within me.

She looked him up and down, taking her time. Stewart squirmed, as if he were indeed under the gaze of a goddess. I saw his cheeks flush and noted that he was standing in such a way as to try to cover his burgeoning hard-on.

“Hello, Stewart,” Hayley said, a purr in her voice. It was obvious to me that she was interested in him.

But Stewart needed to know the whole deal before this went any further. I said, “You can fuck my wife. But I get to watch. That’s nonnegotiable.”

No one in the big reception hall had overheard any of this. We were like a tiny island of potential eroticism — population: three. I very much wanted to see this young stud screw Hayley. And she would get an extra thrill from having me watch. Stewart was the only unknown factor.

Huskily, he said, “I’d like that. So much.”

We made our farewells and slipped away, nobody at the event any the wiser as to what the three of us had planned. Stewart came back with us to our home.

Our bedroom was spacious and elegantly appointed. Stewart looked a little lost as Hayley led him in by the hand. I followed and quietly took the comfortable chair in the corner. There were two walls of mirrored glass. The bed was the size of a playground.

Hayley was still in her chic dress, Stewart in his natty suit. She guided him across the deep carpet to the foot of the bed. She rested her wrists on his shoulders and laced her fingers behind his neck. She gave him a smile full of desire and promise, then leaned slowly in to touch her lips to his.

I could tell he was still overly conscious of my presence in the room. But some of the tension went out of him as he kissed Hayley back. Their mouths smeared together, and I heard Hayley’s soft sigh as their tongues grazed one another. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

As the kiss deepened further, they started to grind their bodies together. Hayley’s breasts pushed against his chest; he pressed his crotch against hers. She answered with rhythmic jerks of her hips.

My cock was stiffening urgently in my slacks as a familiar beatific heat rose inside me. I loved sex with Hayley. I would never grow tired of it. But this activity was special between us. When she had discovered she liked me watching her fuck other men, it had given her a radiant confidence, like she’d finally found herself.

With suave, efficient moves, she got Stewart’s coat and shirt off. She pushed down his slacks, and his cock came into view, a robust length of sturdy manhood. Her eyes sparkled as she divested herself of her dress, somehow managing to remove it in one smooth motion. Stewart goggled at the sight of her creamy nakedness. Her tits were as firm as I’d promised, the nipples stiff, candy-colored points. Her shaven pussy gleamed with wetness.

She went to her knees before him, and I began to rub my cock through my slacks. Stewart looked down in wonder as she put out her tongue and gave his cockhead a swirl. She took his balls in her fingers, gently fondling. Her mouth closed over his knob.

It was a glorious sight. I knew the talents of my wife’s mouth. Her head moved forward in a fluid stroke, and she swallowed his cock, taking every inch of him. His reaction was palpable: His muscles tensed, and he let out a ragged cry.

By that point, he seemed to have gotten used to my presence — or had forgotten about me altogether. That was good. It was fun to watch him put his hands on Hayley’s head and start to match her plunging rhythm. He thrust his cock into her mouth as she bobbed on him. She deep-throated him each time.

Before she worked him too close to the brink, she stood and drew him up onto the bed. When she lay back, he moved immediately to reciprocate her oral favors. I smiled, rubbing myself harder. I liked Hayley to have considerate lovers.

The mirrors on the walls let me observe the scene from many angles at once. I watched Hayley spread her thighs. I saw Stewart lie down between them, his eyes bright. He had the scent of her now, and it was as intoxicating as I’d promised him.

Hayley put her hands to her breasts and languidly squeezed them as Stewart lapped at her glistening folds. He spread her lips with two fingers and slipped his tongue into her. She let out a moan of pleasure, now tweaking her hard nipples to add to the stimulation.

His head worked over her crotch. His body flexed, neck muscles straining. I could hear the wet sounds of his slurping mouth. As he ate her, he humped against the bed, no doubt eager to put his cock into her. But he didn’t rush anything. He let the joy build in her. Her hips rolled, and she jammed her pussy against his face.

A cry started low in her throat, then rose through the octaves. At the highest note, I saw the climax sweep my wife’s body. She was a human mechanism made to experience bliss. Pleasure rippled over her flesh and colored her lovely features. When Stewart finally came up panting, his face dripped with her juices.

“She impaled herself, and he groaned as he felt the clasp of her cunt.”

Hayley had him lay back. She positioned herself over him, taking hold of his spit-shiny cock and getting ready to lower her pussy onto it. Stewart’s eyes were wide with anticipation. I, at last, quietly unzipped and held my throbbing meat in my hand.

My wife fit my younger colleague’s cockhead against her pussy. That swollen knob disappeared as she dropped down onto him. A new wave of sexual exhilaration overtook her. She impaled herself completely on his staff, and he groaned with delight as he finally felt the sweet clasp of her luscious cunt.

Then she started to ride him, lifting and lowering her lithe body. He reached up to grope her tits. She planted a palm on his hard chest and bounced on him with increasing speed. He thrust up into her, and I watched it all, the sexy scene multiplying in the mirrors.

As I pumped my own cock, it struck me why I was always able to zero in on the basic male type that Hayley preferred for these sexual scenarios. I was in my 40s, just as she was, and like her I had kept myself in good physical condition. Yet I wasn’t so vain as to think I hadn’t aged a day in our 15 years of being married.

Stewart looked rather like I had a decade and a half ago, full of vitality and youthful exuberance. By procuring men like him, I was giving Hayley the chance to revisit our earliest days together, while also affording myself the opportunity to time travel back through my own erotic history. It was like watching my younger self fuck her.

And fuck her he did. Hayley was riding him crazily now. He was spearing up into her. A raw cry started tearing from her throat. This second climax of hers was electrifying the whole bedroom and crackling in the air around us.

Stewart made a move while she was still in the throes. He flipped her onto her back, keeping his cock inside her the entire time, and proceeded to pound her, slamming his cock into her again and again. Her voice rang out as she writhed with orgasmic joy underneath him.

I jerked my shaft, feeling my balls tighten. Just as I started unloading, Stewart — somehow timing it perfectly — pulled out of my wife and began laying stripes of hot white cream across her magnificent body. He sprayed her belly and heaving tits, and even shot a few spurts onto her face, which she immediately licked up.

My own spunk had spattered the carpet. I would have thought Stewart was oblivious to me by now, but he turned and looked directly my way and gave me a thankful wink for the loan.

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