To call us predators would be to way overstate things. There’s an ugly sound to that. My wife and I didn’t hunt anybody. Our conquests were just...catches. That’s all.

What we did was look for playmates. We did it transparently, without any tricks. Suze liked her extramarital romps, and I liked to watch her romping. It was a deal we’d worked out long ago. Maybe our needs were a little strange to some, but if they didn’t like it, they didn’t have to go home with my wife and fuck her silly while I watched. See? No problems.

Our typical MO was to go to a club where there was a dance floor. Suze had been a gymnast in college, and she’s kept up a smoking hot physique — all beautiful muscle tone and limberness, while maintaining a decidedly feminine build. She never fails to stun me with her attractiveness.

And, man, can she move.

Part of how this started with us was that I couldn’t keep up with her on the dance floor. I would get so mesmerized by her sensual gyrations that I’d end up just standing there gawking at her. So these days she cuts loose on her own, a one-woman dance machine.

Recently, I stayed on the sidelines, nursing a drink as I watched and waited. There always were a lot of eyes on her when she did her thing.

That night was no different. Suze was out on the floor as the music thumped like a giant pulse. Her body flexed and undulated. Her feet moved in ways that would’ve tripped me up if I’d tried to copy her. She was wearing formfitting leggings and a tight top that she was already sweating through. The damp fabric molded itself to her luscious tits. I could see her sharp nipples poking insistently against the stretchy material, and so could everybody else in the club. There were a number of guys doing nothing but eye-fucking her. I secretly grinned. It looked like we’d have our choice of companions that night.

I scanned the candidates. Suze left this initial part of our sport up to me. I had a good eye, as our long practice had proved.

Drink in hand, I sidled up to one of the oglers. He looked fit and handsome, the way Suze liked them. I certainly didn’t want my wife fucking anybody who didn’t completely please her. And yes, I love Suze with all my heart and am still breathlessly turned on by her. We fuck plenty, just her and me, and the sex is always fantastic.

But fun and games, like what we were doing that night, keep the spark bright between us and satisfies both of our needs, and we play whenever the mood strikes.

“She’s something, isn’t she?” I said.

The man watching Suze took an extra second to notice me and replied, “Huh? Oh, yeah. Incredible.”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I’d make small talk for a minute or two, then intimate that I knew the woman he was staring at so lustfully. From there negotiations would commence.

But the young man surprised me by saying, “You’re married to her, right?”

I almost dropped my drink. “How’d you know that?”

He flashed a smile and said, “You’re wearing matching wedding rings.”

Wow, this guy was observant. He turned fully toward me and was looking me over. I wondered what other secrets he could perceive. The thought made me a little uneasy, but also filled me with strange excitement.

He said, “I bet you two have a great sex life.”

I was shocked by his blatant presumptuousness. But I caught myself, realizing I was being ridiculous. A minute ago I’d been prepared to proposition this guy with the possibility of sex with my wife. What he’d said could hardly be considered out of line.

Like we were having a perfectly common conversation, he continued, “I sure wouldn’t mind watching the two of you go at it.” He put out his hand. “I’m Kyle, by the way.”

“Lester.” A little numbly, I shook his hand. “Actually, Kyle, I had it in mind for you to come home with us and...and go at it with her. With Suze. My wife.” I’d never made the offer quite like that before. It was bizarre and kind of fun.

Kyle nodded and replied, “Yeah. We could do that. You’ll watch us, though, right?”

Amazing.

I collected Suze from the dance floor, introduced her to Kyle, and we all left the club together. The night felt cracklingly alive, and I was buzzing with anticipation.

Back at our place, Suze took Kyle’s hand and led him into the bedroom as I trailed behind them. Some of the guys we brought home would get hesitant at that point, but not Kyle. When Suze took him into her arms at the foot of the bed, he embraced her enthusiastically, pressing his body against hers. He rubbed his bulging crotch shamelessly on her. Suze ground back against him, a moan escaping her lovely lips.

There was chair in the corner, and I quietly seated myself. Suze started peeling off her sweaty clothing with Kyle’s help. But he wasn’t aggressive or hurried. As he pulled the clingy top off over her head, his eager eyes settled on Suze’s bare tits.

He studied them with a look of naked appreciation on his face. His gaze lingered on the perfect swells of her pillowy flesh and the stiff buds of her nipples. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily. There was a high heat in her face, and her eyes were blazing.

When Suze tore open Kyle’s pants, his prodigious cock sprang out, hard and ready. She immediately grasped it, pumping its length, and Kyle groaned with pleasure. My own cock was throbbing as I watched them in action.

Kyle stripped out of his clothes, and they tumbled onto our bed. I quietly gasped as their mouths came together in a tongue-flashing kiss. His hands moved on her, kneading one tit and stroking her smooth flank.

Suze reached around to squeeze his ass, then fondled his balls and worked his cock some more with her fist. He finally slipped a hand between her thighs and grazed her slit. She opened her legs wide, both to give him access and provide me with a good view. My wife is considerate that way.

I licked my lips as Kyle slipped two fingers into her pussy. Suze’s hips rocked as she squirmed against him, still jerking his meat. He was fingering her hard, really working his hand. I could almost feel the ghostly pulsing of her clit.

Before long, her body went stiff with orgasmic joy and cries echoed in the room. Kyle pulled his fingers out of her and put them in his mouth. The look on his face told me he was enjoying her taste.

Suze grabbed his wrist and yanked his fingers toward her, then dropped her own mouth on them, sucking off the last of her own flavor. Suze can be wonderfully nasty when a man seriously turns her on.

Her actions obviously further excited Kyle, who quickly shifted around on the bed and positioned Suze on her back with her legs wide. He put his face between her legs, his tongue lapping up and down her drenched pussy lips. I had a good angle on the action and realized Kyle had deliberately posed them so I could easily watch.

With my cock thumping to the beat of my racing heart, I devoured the sight. Kyle was eating my wife’s pussy with gusto, his tongue plunging in and out of her. Suze was bucking her hips and grabbed a handful of his hair as she humped against his mouth.

Her second climax hit her, and she cried out even louder than before. I knew Kyle’s mouth had to be awash with her delicious nectar.

After that, Suze had to get a taste of his cock. Kyle lay back, and she settled between his legs. Her tongue swirled around his cockhead, then her lips closed around his thick bulb before they dropped straight down to the base of his shaft.

He jackknifed involuntarily, driving his cock up into her mouth. Suze swallowed every inch of him fearlessly. She cradled his balls as she sucked, and I knew how good that felt. Her head bobbed up and down, and I loved the slurping sounds she made. He groaned uncontrollably, and it pleased me that Suze was giving him great head.

She seemed to be close to getting a mouthful of Kyle’s come. But showing amazing restraint, he gently pried her off him. He got her onto her back once more. Evidently, he wanted to shoot his load into her pussy. I was all for that, and apparently, so was Suze, who lifted her legs until her knees were almost at her shoulders. It again left me with the perfect view.

Kyle slipped his cock into her, and a wave of ultimate excitation overcame me as he started plowing her pussy.

I’ve never quite figured out why seeing another man fuck my wife thrills me so much. The concept resists analysis — for me, anyway. There is something primal about it, something that touches the deepest places of my own sexuality.

Suze, when we’ve talked about it, feels the same way. She only knows she loves doing the deed with me present.

At that moment, I let myself be utterly enthralled by the carnal spectacle before me. Kyle was stroking into her, and she was undulating under him. Her tits heaved again, and her mouth was open as rising cries came from her.

Kyle’s face twisted, then contorted some more. He was going at her hard. Their bodies smacked together. I watched his balls slapping her ass cheeks. Whenever he pulled his cock out, readying for a fresh plunge, his shaft glistened with her juices.

I realized my hand was rubbing my crotch. My cock was achingly hard, so I yanked it out and started jerking myself. I don’t usually do that when a guest is present, but couldn’t help myself.

Kyle pounded her with increasing intensity, and Suze went into a frenzy. She thrashed under him, and he let her fully enjoy her orgasm Then he whipped his cock out of her, gave a savage cry and unloaded his spunk all over her belly and tits.

To me, he said, “Now, I want to see you fuck her.”

Again, it was unusual. But I leapt out of my chair, stripped and flung myself onto Suze. She gasped and writhed as I fucked her like a madman. And Kyle watched the whole thing.