Revealing his deepest desires is the key to making all of his secret fantasies come true.

My wife, Donna, loves me more than anything. I have felt the warmth of her adoration for the past twelve years. This is why she fucked her coworker David last night. I’d finally confessed to my darling wife that more than anything else in the entire world, I wanted to see her screw another man.

I have to say, she took the news better than I would have expected.

We sat there in the living room, on our blush-pink sofa, and Donna simply smiled at me and said, “When?”

“What do you mean when?” I asked her, startled.

“When do you want to see me fuck another man?” she asked in her calm, matter-of-fact way.

“You mean you will?” I babbled. “Just like that?” My hand shook when I set my wineglass back on the coffee table. Donna caught the glass and laughed at my reaction. “Of course,” she said. “If that’s something you’d like to see, I’d be more than happy to make your fantasy a reality.”

I couldn’t believe it. I don’t know what I’d expected, honestly. I’d felt telling her was the important part, but I’d had no idea how she might react to my confession. This was such starling good news I could hardly fathom my luck. This was also beyond my expertise, actually. I had no clue how to answer her next question either which was simply: “Do you have someone in mind?”

“Well, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never gotten that far.”

Donna kissed me, and she stroked me through my slacks. I was dangerously erect. If she pulled out my cock and merely kissed the tip, I would have gone off on her lips. “Then leave it up to me,” she said. “You come home tomorrow right on time, and I’ll make your wickedest dreams come true.”

We fucked like porn stars after that. I had her every which way, never even making it to the bedroom. The whole time, I thought of who she might do, how she might look.

Needless to say, I hardly managed to get anything done at work the following day. I tried. I turned on my computer. I clicked on files. I even made a phone call or two. But all I could think about was Donna, my gorgeous dreamy wife, fucking someone else — someone of her choosing — someone while I watched.

When I got home, there was Donna’s little red convertible in the driveway, and a big pick-up truck was nestled right behind it, as if trying to fuck the bumper. I wracked my brain to remember if I’d ever seen that truck before. It looked familiar, but there are a lot of trucks in town. I walked to the door, and I could already hear Donna’s laughter before I slid my key in the lock. I entered but didn’t call out “hello” or say anything. Donna had given me no instructions, so I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be loud to announce my entrance or stealthy.

I followed the sighs and moans to the master bedroom. There was Donna, and with her was David, who I recognized immediately from office functions. He was in charge of the warehouse where Donna works, and he had the muscles of a man who knows how to move merchandise, even if he’s moved his way up to management. Now, he was moving Donna. They were both naked, and she was straddling him while he jostled her up and down, his big hands tight around her slim waist.

The couple was busy, but they looked up when I walked in.

“Hi, honey,” Donna said, as if every day of the week I walk in to catch her fucking a hunky stud.

“Hi Christopher,” said David, and he winked at me. Winked!

“I told David that you had this fantasy,” Donna purred, “and he was 100 percent down for helping you out. So have a seat.” She indicated the leather armchair near the bed. I sat down and stared. My cock was so hard; I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. I slowly started to stroke my dick through my pants while David returned to bouncing my wife.

All my fantasies put together paled in comparison to how sexy this couple looked. He was so well built that I could tell his hobby was working out. Donna fit well with him, her slender body moving up and down his formidable dick. Suddenly, I needed to see that part. I needed to see the place where they were joined. I quietly moved closer to the bed. The couple didn’t pay me any attention. I got into a position that allowed me to see his greasy cock sliding in and out of her wet hole.

That was the prettiest sight I’d ever seen: Donna’s shaved puss being speared by his massive manhood. They changed positions then, David deciding to go missionary with my wife. He spread her out on the bed, and then he began to thrust his cock deep inside her. Donna wrapped her long, lean legs around his body, pulling him into her. As she did, she started to talk. “Dave, you’re so big. Fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me harder.”

David seemed to take direction well. He kept slamming his body against Donna’s over and over, and then she changed tactics. She started talking to me instead of him. “When he comes, Christopher, then it will be your turn. I’ll have his warm, wet come deep inside me, and you’ll be able to feel his jism all over your dick.”

Donna had never talked like that in her life. At least, she hadn’t talked to me like that. I couldn’t believe the words she was saying. I thought I might rocket off right then in my pants, but thankfully the words seemed to have worked their magic on David who announced his orgasm with a mighty moan.

He pulled out and moved over on the bed, apparently in no need to rush out the door. I didn’t care. All that mattered to me at that moment was fucking Donna. I stripped out of my clothes faster than I ever had before, and I got onto the bed with my beauty. In the same position, I started to fuck her, and I made sure to toggle her clit while I worked her. I wanted us to get off together when we reached our limits.

I found that I actually liked being watched by David. That was surprising to me. I had only ever fantasized about watching my wife — I had never thought about being watched! Then he did something completely unexpected. He started talking.

“Fuck her hard, man,” David said. “Fuck her like the bad girl she is. And then you know what?” I looked over at him. He was leaning against our headboard, lazily stroking his massive meat. “Then we can take turns eating out her wet cunt.”

That sent Donna into the stratosphere. I felt her climax, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing me repeatedly. I came one beat later, filling her up the way David had. I looked at her to see if she was willing to do what her new lover had suggested. Donna kissed me and blushed, and I could tell that she was more than willing.

David surprised me by taking the first turn. He got between Donna’s legs and he licked and sucked her pussy. I knew he must be tasting my own semen mixed with her sweet nectar, but he didn’t seem to have a problem with that. When he made her come, he moved aside, and I knew it was my turn. I overlapped two fingers to create a corkscrew, and I finger fucked Donna while I slurped her pussy juices and tongued her swollen clit.

When Donna came on my tongue, I was so happy. I loved our new little triangle of pleasure, and as soon as we’d all caught our breath, I said so. David has promised to come over next Saturday, and this time he said he’ll take the first turn watching, and I’ll have the first turn licking out sweet Donna’s honeypot.

One thing I know for sure — our sex life will never be the same again.