Gazing at her phone, my wife exclaimed, “Holy fuck.” It took a lot to make Jeanette swear. She looked across our living room at me before announcing: “Marco’s in town.”

She went on to prod me further about the name, since I was probably just staring back blankly at her. But I knew exactly who she meant. I was just in shock.

Marco had gone to college with us. He and I had dormed together. He had dated Jeanette before she and I got together and eventually married.

Actually, saying Marco dated Jeanette was probably overstating it. They’d fucked a few times. But it was one time in particular that was seared permanently into my brain. It was one of the most exciting memories I had.

There’d been a party, but I’d left early and gone back to the dorm. Marco, for want of anywhere else to take Jeanette, also came to our dorm. I woke up almost immediately, though they didn’t turn on the lights and were trying to keep relatively quiet.

But it was obvious they were going to fuck. In the dimness I saw them undress and get on Marco’s bed. I already had a wicked crush on Jeanette, and it only intensified seeing her like this. She looked so beautiful naked.

They lay there kissing and groping. He licked her pussy, and she went down on his cock for a few minutes. I watched surreptitiously from under my covers. I had a raging boner, which I was slowly pumping.

It was weird. I didn’t feel jealous, even though I really wanted Jeanette for myself. When Marco put his cock into her and started stroking, it sent me into a state of excitement I’d never experienced before. It was almost an out-of-body thing, except that my body was tingling and shivering with pleasure.

They fucked as quietly as two people could. I wanted to time my masturbatory climax with their orgasms. But I was afraid to move too much under the covers and as a result didn’t shoot.

When he’d finished, Marco climbed off Jeanette and kissed her before falling asleep. I continued to watch them, still stunned.

After five minutes, I heard a whisper: “Hey, Bob. You awake?”

I froze, feeling like a voyeur who’d been caught. There was a soft rustle of sheets, and suddenly, impossibly, Jeanette had crossed the little dorm room and was climbing into bed with me.

“You want to do it with me?” she asked.

I could have wept with joy. We kissed and caressed, and it was everything I’d dreamed it would be with her. But there was an extra element to it, something unexpectedly arousing. Perhaps the smell was simply lingering in the room, but I thought I could detect Marco’s cologne on her. And when my hard cock entered her, I was definitely aware that Marco had already come inside her.

For some reason, it totally turned me on. I liked sloppy seconds. Really liked it.

“We should have dinner with him,” my wife suggested, bringing me back to the present. She was already texting Marco back. He was apparently in the city overnight on business.

It had been so hot, years ago, watching Marco fuck Jeanette, then my getting a go at her spent, sweaty body. My wife and I had never done anything like it since, but I’d replayed that memory a thousand times.

That evening we met up with Marco at a nice restaurant. He looked great and was plainly delighted to see us. When he hugged Jeanette and gave her a kiss on the cheek, a dormant thrill twanged all through my being.

We sat and ate a lavish meal, got caught up on our lives and began to reminisce about our college days. Then Marco said, “Hey, do you two remember that night in the dorm? When you and I, y’know” — he smiled at Jeanette — “and then the two of you did it.”

A shock went through me, and Jeanette’s jaw dropped.

“I thought you were asleep,” she sputtered.

Marco grinned and confessed: “Nope. Awake and watching you two. Man, that was hot.”

Not wanting the night to end, we invited Marco back to our place for drinks. I was still stunned by what he’d said. As we sat in our living room with glasses of wine, he admitted, “I think about that night. A lot.”

Jeanette blurted out, “I do, too! And now, knowing you were watching me and Bob… that’s so hot.”

There was a beautiful raw excitement on my wife’s face. I’d had no idea she cherished that memory as much as me.

I set down my wine and stood up as I said, “We should do it again. Right now. Marco, you do Jeanette while I watch. Then I’ll get seconds, and you can watch.”

It was all on the line, and I felt like I was baring my soul. Panic fluttered in me. What if Jeanette freaked out? What if Marco just gave me a disgusted look?

But they were both grinning at me, their faces radiant with desire.

We walked back to the bedroom. It was larger than our old tiny dorm, but the scenario was easy enough to recreate. I put a chair ten paces from the bed, stripped naked and sat in it. Then I gestured Jeanette and Marco toward the big bed.

There was a final instant of hesitation, like they couldn’t quite believe this. Then lust overwhelmed them, and they hurriedly stripped off their clothes. I watched them move onto the bed as my hardening cock crept up my bare thigh.

They lay down together and started kissing. It was a sensual sight. Their tongues wrestled, and their hands began to move. Marco’s cock was fully hard, and Jeanette’s nipples were stiff with excitement.

They didn’t look at me, which I really liked. It helped sustain the illusion I was once again watching them clandestinely. Only this time I was free to stroke my cock, which I did. I gripped my erect shaft and slowly pumped, causing pleasure to dance through me.

The two grappled earnestly now, their movements becoming more urgent. They rolled back and forth across the broad mattress, kissing deeply. Marco squeezed her lush tits, and Jeanette groped his muscular ass.

There was a nice rhythm between the two, like they’d fallen back into old habits. Again, I felt no jealousy, just sweet delight.

Marco nibbled on her hard nips, then kissed his way lower. My wife spread her legs, and soon Marco’s face was hovering over her glistening pussy. He proceeded to lick her, up and down, finally parting her lips and delving deep inside. Her hips rocked, and she moaned. He kept it up until Jeanette seized a handful of his hair. She humped his mouth hard and cried out with orgasmic zeal.

She then sucked on his cock for a good ten minutes. I watched her tongue swirl on his knob. She deep-throated him, and he groaned with pleasure. They still didn’t look my way. In my chair, the same distance away as had separated our dorm beds, I continued to jerk my meat.

When Marco got on top of Jeanette and jammed his cock into her pussy, I felt wicked joy rise within me. Fuck her, I thought. Fuck her hard!

He did just that. It was amazing to watch them undulate together, bodies in sexual motion. Jeanette’s fingers dug into his shoulders. She lifted her ass off the bed, meeting his hard downward thrusts. He was really pounding her, and the fleshy smacks of their coupling filled the room.

It went on and on as sweat began to shine on both of them. Marco showed remarkable control, his gleaming cock plunging into her repeatedly. She writhed through one orgasm, then built toward another. He hammered on until at last he let out a cry. Jeanette matched his with one of her own, and they locked like that for a moment, before they both collapsed.

As Marco rolled off her panting body, I stood up and started for the bed. He made to get up and go to the chair, but I said, “Just lay there and watch.” He grinned, scooting over to give us room.

I looked down at my wife, who was smiling dreamily. Her hair was a wreck, and she was glistening with sex sweat. This time, I could definitely smell Marco’s cologne faintly on her.

These were the sloppy seconds I’d dreamed of. But I wanted them to be the sloppiest. I was totally turned on, so I was going all the way this time.

Instead of lying down next to her to kiss her, I lay down right between her legs. My shoulders pushed apart her slick thighs, and I lowered my mouth to her pussy. The pussy that Marco had just shot his load into.

Jamming my tongue into her I tasted the immediate sting of Marco’s load, mixed with the familiar flavor of my wife’s juices. Jeanette gasped and a few feet away Marco whispered, “Fuck.”

I dove in fearlessly to lick Marco’s semen out of my wife’s recently used pussy, and Jeanette squirmed with pleasure. It wasn’t just the nimbleness of my tongue. She, too, was turned on by the whole sloppy second-ness of this act. We weren’t alone. I was aware of Marco starting to play with himself.

I lapped up and swallowed as much of Marco’s come as I could. Jeanette let out a helpless, ragged squeal as she grabbed my hair and climaxed, humping my mouth. I lifted my head, face sticky with pussy juice and Marco’s goo.

Jeanette looked delirious but very happy. I moved up, eager to put my cock into my wife while our old college friend watched and jerked off. Everything was happening, and it was all glorious.

I thought of the rest of Marco’s load in her as I worked my cock in. Strange pleasure coursed through me, and these two lovely people were there to share in the joy.

I fucked Jeanette. I fucked her hard. I plunged my cock deep into her come-slick pussy, knowing I was coming in second that night, and I was more than happy finishing in that position.

When I spewed my spunk into her, Jeanette writhed with pleasure. Lying beside us, watching, Marco jerked out a load. Afterward, we lay there, spent and sated, having gloriously brought the never-forgotten past back to life.