Fucking a perfect stranger is the top turn-on for Keira. Luckily for her, watching is her husband’s favorite form of foreplay.

When the music ended, the audience broke into raucous applause. There were also several wolf whistles from the more enthusiastic men among the rowdy crowd. The dancer exited the stage, reclaiming the few skimpy articles of clothing she’d peeled off during her striptease as the MC warmed up the room for the next act. My cock was hard even before my wife stepped through the heavy, red-velvet curtains.

There were more whistles and catcalls as my Keira shimmied and shook to her song, first discarding her large feathered fans, next her short skirt, and finally her merry widow. My eyes remained glued to her during the whole number, my dick pounding mercilessly, and I wondered if the other audience members were as turned on as I was. It seemed impossible that they weren’t as we watched her dance in nothing but a G-string and pasties, but then again, I’m certainly biased.

My dick swelled with pride as Keira completed her performance and strode backstage amid more thunderous applause. When she reemerged, she was wearing a short kimono and marabou slippers, making heads turn as she strolled past. I struggled not to make eye contact as she sashayed toward the back of the club, knowing that she was trying to attract someone else’s attention.

Whose attention, however, had not yet been determined. I saw her give a few men — and even one woman — second glances, but she didn’t stop until she reached the bar. That told me she had a bead on her prey, and then she went in for the kill. Tall and slender like me, the man had blond hair, and although I couldn’t tell for certain from my vantage point, I was willing to bet he had blue eyes. Keira loves men with blue eyes.

I grew more excited as my wife and the stranger started chatting. I hoped he’d accept her invitation. I shouldn’t have been worried. No one has ever turned down my wife — and neither did this guy. A few minutes later, she gave me a surreptitious thumbs-up as she walked back to the dressing room to grab her coat.

I waited a little while before following the couple to our house. When I got there, I discovered they hadn’t wasted any time; I could hear the sounds of kissing, punctuated by moans, the moment I walked through the door. I followed these sensual noises into the bedroom where I found the lovers on the mattress, albeit still fully clothed. In Keira’s case, that meant her brief kimono and G-string, though as I settled into an armchair, I saw that she was making an effort to catch her partner up.

Keira looked over at me and smiled. Her partner turned in my direction, and he had a slightly sheepish look on his face until I grinned at him. I guessed that Keira had filled him in on the ride over, that she’d told him all about the fact that my number-one fetish is watching her fuck other men.

Now, Keira was straddling him, trying to undo his shirt buttons with one hand while raking his hair with the fingers of the other. Both of his hands were on her asscheeks, kneading them as she ground atop him to rub her pussy against what I assumed was a very hard cock. I couldn’t gauge its size because they were pressed so tightly together, but I hoped it wouldn’t be long before I found out.

As soon as Keira had undone his buttons, she had him sit up just long enough to slide off his shirt. As he settled back onto the bed, she reached one hand between their bodies to massage the bulge in his pants. “Oh, Greg,” she murmured when she encountered his rock-hard dick, and I knew that saying his name in her sultriest voice was as much for my benefit as his.

She manipulated him until he started writhing, and then she popped open his fly and pulled out his erection. His cock was as stiff as I’d guessed; its size was the surprise. That thing was mammoth, both in length and girth, plus he had an exceptionally large crown. I could barely wait to see what Keira was going to do with it.

Greg wriggled out of his jeans and then helped my wife slip out of her kimono and juice-soaked thong. When he settled back on the mattress, his huge member now pointed straight up at the ceiling, a pearly drop of pre-come perched on the tip. My wife eyed it hungrily before nudging his legs apart so she could get between them. Then she lowered her head and opened her mouth wide. I was curious to see if she could take him all in. My bet was on Keira. The girl has an expert mouth.

Keira wrapped her lips around Greg’s cockhead and sucked it like a lollipop. She traveled downward, and her eyes opened wide as swallowed his prodigious member. When she was about halfway, she stopped, and I wondered if she’d reached her limit. However, when she resumed her journey, I guessed she’d paused to swipe her tongue back and forth across the underside of his shaft, a trick she’s used with me many times. Obviously eager for more, Greg bucked his hips. Keira held still and let him thrust the remainder of his length down her throat.

Greg fucked my wife’s face, and my dick pulsed so hard that I had to pull it out of my pants. As I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, I wondered if Keira was planning on sucking Greg to completion or if she would take a ride on that big prick. To my delight, she chose the latter. She raised her head, and I leaned closer, knowing this scene was about to go from excellent to even better.

Keira repositioned herself and slung one leg over Greg’s midriff so that her cunt hovered over his dick, which was streaked with her saliva. Then she grasped him firmly by the root and lowered herself so that his crown was nestled against her entrance. I moved from my spot beside to get a better view of the duo from behind, a vantage point that gave me a spectacular look at Greg cleaving Keira’s labia with his cockhead and then stretching her opening wide.

I held my breath as my wife released hers in a long, low moan. She continued to advance downward at a maddeningly languorous pace. My balls were throbbing, and I pumped my shaft leisurely, my eyes never leaving the couple.

Keira rose and fell over Greg’s pole-like member. Her labia hugged his sturdy shaft, and I almost wished she was bouncing on my dick. Of course, if I’d been in there instead of beside them, I would have missed this erotic performance, which I wouldn’t have traded for anything. I knew I’d get mine later. I kept my hand in motion, timing my movements to theirs as I witnessed his prick repeatedly piercing her cunt.

Pre-come leaked over my fingers as I watched my wife ride Greg as if he were a mechanical bull. Their grunts of pleasure were unmistakable, and though I couldn’t see the couple from the front, I’d been in Greg’s position so many times that I could picture Keira’s tits jiggling with her movements, the nipples hard like ripe berries. I considered moving to take in that view, but their configuration changed before I could do so.

Reaching up, Greg pulled Keira close to him, mashing her breasts against his chest. He held her tightly as he flipped them over, so that she was on her back while he mounted her. Without missing a beat, he took over, and I watched his ass muscles tense as he pumped in and out of her cunt.

My wife grasped at her lover’s back, her legs high in the air and her toes pointed toward the ceiling as his balls bounced against her buttocks. My fingers tightened around my prick, and I had to struggle to keep my movements slow and steady so that I wasn’t the first to come. At that point, it was going to be a race to the finish line for all of us.

Greg grabbed Keira’s feet and hooked her legs over his shoulders, which lengthened and deepened his strokes into her pussy. I could hear their bodies smack together every time he jammed his dick into her, though the sound of my heart beating heavily in my ears muted some of the noises they made. Witnessing the action unfold — and being this up close and personal — was making me so excited that I knew I’d be unleashing my load shortly.

I managed to hold out long enough to watch Greg bury his face in my wife’s breasts, giving me a stellar view of her expression. She was a woman in ecstasy — her eyes were glazed and her nostrils flared with each heavy breath. Then her mouth opened wide and she shouted, announcing that she’d reached her summit. My balls drew in at the sight of her climaxing. Greg continued pounding away as my shaft throbbed and released a stream of white-hot semen. My cream spewed over my hand and pooled in my pubic hair, but I endeavored to ignore my own orgasm so that I didn’t miss a second of theirs, though I still had no idea if Greg was ever going to come.

I was amazed by his stamina; Greg kept sliding in and out of her spasming chasm, driving her euphoria skyward. Her head was thrashing back and forth, and she gave a loud shriek each time her partner seemed to trigger another climax.

Eventually, Greg had no choice but to join her — no man can hold out forever. Since my orgasm was out of the way, I could really focus on watching his. I knew he was close to his peak because his next few thrusts into my wife were harder and faster than they’d been earlier. He reared all the way back before plunging his cock into Keira one last time, and though I couldn’t see it, I guessed from his growl that he was filling her with come.

My wife wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck and clutched him to her tightly as he shuddered through his climax. Her thighs were still trembling as he lowered her feet to the mattress and pulled his softening cock from her cunt. As he gave her one final kiss, I retreated to the bathroom so the two could say good-bye without too much awkwardness. After Greg had left, I rejoined my wife in bed to discuss the evening’s events. It had been a thrilling night, and we both agreed on a repeat at the next available opportunity.

The chance to see my wife in another man’s arms again came surprisingly — and happily — soon after that. Arriving home from work one day, I was about to call out to Keira, but I stopped myself when I heard noises coming from the bedroom. Quietly, I walked over to the door that was ajar and peeked through the crack. There I saw Keira on the bed with yet another perfect stranger.

They were already naked from the waist up, and when Keira saw me, she waved me in. That told me her partner had been informed about our understanding, and my cock was already rising as I took my usual seat. “Honey, this is Tony,” she said, introducing me to her new friend. He gave me a brief nod before returning his head to her tits to suckle one ripe nipple. As I watched, she unfastened his belt, worked open the button on his pants and pulled down his zipper. I did the same with my own fly, reaching in for my erection. As Keira finished undressing her lover, he focused on her other breast and tongued that nipple.

Only when he was naked did Tony look up from her tits, and that was just to strip off the rest of her clothes. Then he pushed her back on the bed and kissed his way down to her cunt. When he arrived there, Keira opened her legs wide to give him access to all of her. He dove in and and dragged his tongue over her folds. As he lapped at her sensitive flesh, she gasped and reached down to grab his head, ensuring that he didn’t go anywhere until she said he could.

I moved closer to the bed to get a better view of Tony’s mouth working my wife’s pussy. He licked and sucked her delicate petals until her fingers clamped on his scalp and she begged him for more. Complying, he honed in on her clit, and the contact set her body aquiver.

Tony gave her nub a good, hard suck until she squealed. Then he plastered his mouth to her sex, and I could hear him slurping away. Letting go of her partner’s head, she grabbed hold of the sheets beneath her and clapped her thighs against his ears. Though his noises were now muted, I could still hear her groans as he sent her arousal skyrocketing.

As always, it was a pleasure to watch my wife come. This time, she practically pulled the fitted sheet off the mattress as her toes curled and her body bucked. Tony was relentless in his assault on her pussy, even though she was writhing so hard he could barely keep ahold of her. He kept licking and sucking her until she grew so sensitive that she had to push his head away.

It was Tony’s turn. His erection had never flagged while he was eating out Keira, and he was ready for my wife to return the favor. She pulled him up to her, attaching her mouth to his, and I knew she was sucking her juices off his tongue as they kissed. Their bodies were now moving in unison, his erection rubbing up against her over-stimulated cunt.

She couldn’t wait any longer and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and rolled them both over. Tony was now on his back, and she crawled down until her mouth was inches from his cockhead, giving me a flashback to watching her with Greg a few nights earlier. Her tongue flicked off a bit of pre-come before she wrapped her lips around his crown and started sucking it. Then she slid her lips downward, but her partner had other ideas.

Lifting Keira off his prick, he pulled her back up to him. I thought I was going to get a reprise of the night when she’d ridden Greg, but that wasn’t Tony’s plan. Instead, he moved from beneath her and pulled her onto her hands and knees, facing me. She gave me a wink as he moved behind her, grasped his cock and lined it up with her pussy.

Keira pulled away before he could penetrate her. Tony looked disappointed, but I knew what she was doing. Making a half turn, she faced the headboard, not because she particularly wanted to look in that direction, but because it gave me a full view of the action. Now, I could really see how Tony’s fingers looked wrapped around his shaft as he aimed it at her hole again, and this time she stayed still.

Keira turned her head to face me as Tony pressed forward to impale her on his dick, and I didn’t know where to look. Should I watch as the stranger slid into my better half inch by inch? Or witness her front teeth sinking into her lower lip as a flush rose to her cheeks and her breasts swayed gently beneath? It was a tough decision, but I knew I couldn’t lose either way.

In the end, I watched her pussy swallow his prick. Slowly, he began rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, his length disappearing into her body over and over again. I squeezed my dick tighter as I pumped myself in time with the lovers’ rhythm. When they moved faster, I moved faster, too, until my fingers were flying over my shaft.

Tony held on to Keira’s hips as he fucked her, his thumbs sinking into into her fleshy asscheeks. He appeared to be quickly closing in on his climax. His grunts grew louder as he drove his cock into her so hard that the impact of his pelvis reddened my wife’s buttocks almost like she’d been spanked. Then, to my amazement, he really did draw back a hand before landing it sharply on her bottom. She squealed delightedly at the impact, so he did it again but a little harder, and then he kept going until her body was quaking from the blows ricocheting off her butt.

Keira loudly announced her orgasm as Tony continued to fuck and spank her. His breathing grew labored, sweat dripping from his face onto her back, as he raced toward his release. My shaft throbbed in my fist as Tony threw back his head and let out a long, low, guttural sound. Seconds later, I filled my palm with cream. My eyes shut tight at the apex of my release, but I managed to open them in time to see him pull out of Keira, grasp his cock and squeeze a few shots of semen onto her back. It wasn’t until he had unleashed his entire load, the last few drops landing on her flushed asscheeks, that he slumped over and nuzzled her neck from behind.

Keira turned around to face him, and I took my leave so they could say good-bye in privacy, not returning to my bride until I’d heard the front door click shut. When I reentered the bedroom, she beckoned me to her, and I shed my clothing as I approached the bed, my cock reawakening with every step. While it is always thrilling to watch another man fuck my wife, what I really love is that I’m the one who ends the night in her arms.