A man eager to see his wife with other lovers presents his lady with temptations too great to resist.

I had to get positively Machiavellian in order to get my wife, Darla, into bed with Matthew, a guy from my job. More than that, I had to arrange their hookup so they thought it was actually their idea. I also had to make sure they believed I didn’t know anything about it — because I wanted to watch them fuck.

That last was the sweetest — and most selfish — part of it. I loved watching Darla have sex with other men. I had met her in college. One night, before we’d even dated, she came back to the dorm with my roommate. They were shushing each other and giggling. I was in bed, pretending to be asleep. I peeked out from the covers and watched the two of them screw.

It was a fantastic experience. Darla was — and is — a gorgeous dark-haired woman, with full breasts and smooth skin. I watched her with my roommate, who was a slender, tattooed guy. Darla was acrobatic, adventurous and inventive.

As they fucked and sucked on the other side of the room, I silently jerked off under my covers. It was an incredibly exciting episode, better than some of the actual sex I’d had at the time.

After that, I pursued Darla relentlessly. We dated, then started a serious relationship. We fell in love, and marriage followed a few years later. By then we both had good jobs and moved into a nice house.

I never told Darla about watching her that night in the dorm, but the images had never left me.

I wasn’t built anything like my wiry former roommate. I was more like a linebacker, with strong limbs and a thick solid musculature. Also, I didn’t have any tattoos — and never wanted any. But Darla loved me and certainly found me desirable. We’d had a great sex life our whole marriage. But in our earliest wedded years I began to realize she had a secret hankering for males with a body type completely different from mine — ones that were more like my former dorm-mate.

As I had already observed, Darla was sexually adventuresome. We would watch porn movies together occasionally, just to spice things up. I noticed she got especially hot whenever there was a skinny guy on screen, and if that dude had tattoos, she would blaze with excitement. She loved the look.

Afterward, she would fuck like a dynamo. I was sure she was playing images from the movie in her head, imagining herself screwing the lean, inked-up performer. I found I didn’t mind that at all. Jealousy is for teenagers, I’ve always thought.

So I got it into my head that I wanted to see her in action again. I just needed to find a guy who would get her so excited she wouldn’t be able to help herself.

I couldn’t just go to Darla and tell her all this. A few times over the years I had subtly tried to approach her with the notion of her having an extramarital lover. But she had backed off the idea immediately, seeming horrified. I’d had to pretend I was just kidding.

We were friends with most of our neighbors, and one night Gail, who lived next door, was throwing a pool party and invited us. Darla and I went, enjoying the festivities. Gail introduced us to her cousin Logan, who was visiting for a couple days. He was an electrician.

Logan was a handsome specimen, but more than that, I could see he was the kind of trim taut male that piqued Darla’s sexual interest. I caught the gleam in her eye as we all chatted. Later, Logan stripped down to swimming trunks and swam in the pool under the summer stars.

Darla stood at the edge of the water, fairly gawking at the slim, athletically built man whose body just happened to be rife with — you guessed it — tattoos. I hid a grin as Darla trembled visibly with desire.

Before we left the party, I pulled Logan aside. I had already mentally concocted my scheme. He told me he would be glad to come over to our place tomorrow afternoon to look at the wiring in the bedroom.

On our way home, I casually mentioned tomorrow’s appointment to Darla. I would be at work, and she wouldn’t. Would she mind letting Logan in?

The hardest part was sneaking back into the house the next day and hiding myself in the cramped closet. I felt almost like a burglar. It was a long wait, but the anticipation built in me. I could see out through the closed door’s tiny slats into our bedroom.

Logan came in with a toolbox, and Darla followed. Inside of ten minutes he’d fixed the minor outlet issue I’d caused myself that morning. Darla tried to pay him the fee I’d offered the previous night, but he smiled dismissively and shook his head, telling her it was nothing.

From my vantage I could see the lust on Darla’s lovely face. I could also see she was a bit torn about making a move on him, which I put down to her instincts toward fidelity. Although she was fiercely attracted to this man, she didn’t want to hurt me. I couldn’t explain to her that screwing him would be the opposite of causing me hurt!

Logan was subtly responding to her obvious interest, but he, too, was a little reluctant. I watched them circling each other for several minutes. I wanted them to get on with it so badly I could’ve screamed. But I bit my lip and stayed silent. I would be patient.

She asked him about his tattoos, and he started telling her about them. He rolled up a sleeve to show her one, then tugged the shirt off his shoulder to display another. Darla’s eyes got bigger and bigger. Suddenly, she lunged toward him and started pulling off the rest of his clothes.

Logan was startled, but he was too turned on to stop her. Darla stripped him naked. Her shivering hands touched his inked skin, caressing his slender physique. His cock stood out, bold and hard. Darla then dropped her clothes, as well.

They moved together onto the bed. She jerked his cock while he fingered her glistening pussy. Shuddering with excitement myself, I silently drew out my throbbing meat and started jacking.

I enjoyed the sight of the two of them kissing fiercely. Logan sucked on her luscious tits, then worked his way down until his face was between her legs. Darla groaned and growled as he ate her, rocking her hips and mashing her pussy against his mouth.

As she took his cock into her mouth, I worked my straining rod harder. Sweat flowed down my body beneath my clothes. Excitement of primeval strength thrummed in me. Darla sucked Logan’s cock down to his balls as he moaned with pleasure.

“Darla rode him wildly, impaling herself on his cock again and again.”

When they started fucking, I had to struggle to remain absolutely quiet.

Darla rode him wildly, impaling herself on his cock again and again, while he thrust up into her. Her hands continued to roam over his lean, tattoo-riddled flesh. Logan groped her tits, and Darla tossed back her head and cried out with orgasmic glee.

I almost shot my load right there, but I hung on long enough to watch Logan maneuver her onto her back, then pound into her madly. His skinny body flexed, and his staff plowed her deep. As she went into another climactic frenzy, he whipped his cock out of her pussy and sprayed his cream all over her gorgeous, heaving body.

That sight made me come like a fiend, pasting the inside of the closet door with my joyful jets of cream. Afterward, I wanted to collapse. But I had to delay my escape until the two of them left the bedroom, both looking contrite. I slipped out of the house and didn’t return until my usual time.

The next day Darla gave me a surprise gift. It was a coffee mug with “World’s Best Husband” on it. I kissed her, knowing why she’d gotten it for me — and also aware of just how great a husband I was, more so than my wife even knew.

Obviously, I couldn’t make arrangements like that very often. In fact, it had been several years now since Logan. I desperately wanted to make something like that happen again. But I faced the same old obstacles.

Then Matthew came to work in my office.

He had the right physique, slim without being scrawny. He looked like he played sports. On a casual Friday, I detected a hint of tattoo under his shirt collar. But I was his boss. I couldn’t just ask if he had tats, and if so, how many.

But I could ask him to racquetball. We played several rounds, then hit the showers. Bingo. He had some nice ink on him, the sort of stuff that would drive Darla crazy with lust. He also had a robust cock on him. He actually caught me looking at his junk in the showers. I shrugged, and he just chuckled.

A month-long campaign followed, where I brought Matthew into my and Darla’s personal life. Matthew was single but very friendly. He was also good at his job, so it wasn’t weird when I gave him important assignments.

I could see Darla growing enamored of him. One Saturday afternoon, I was building a barbecue pit in the backyard. Matthew came over and helped. We stripped to our waists in the heat. I saw Darla standing just inside the house, watching us. Well, watching him. She could see his tattoos. That night in bed she rode my cock like a woman possessed, but I knew where her thoughts were.

It had been ages since I’d even furtively suggested to Darla that she fuck another man. I had never said anything risqué about my wife to Matthew. I relied on Darla’s natural attractiveness to draw him in.

That seemed to be working as he continued to socialize with us. I had mastered the art of catching guys looking at Darla when they didn’t think I was aware. I saw the fraught glances from him, and the ones she returned. Soon their eyes met, and they started trading little smiles full of promise.

It was time to set this affair into serious motion.

I had a weekend-long business conference coming up. I made sure Darla knew about it well ahead of time. Naturally, Matthew was aware of it, too. He was actually going to be standing in for me at the office, keeping an eye on our division. I had high hopes he would be standing in for me in my bedroom, as well.

During this time I didn’t neglect Darla in any way. We went out to dinner, made love and enjoyed each other’s company in that comfortable married way. I cherished my moments with her. I certainly wasn’t trying to pre-guilt her with these activities ahead of what she and Matthew might do. I don’t behave that way. I just wanted to make sure she knew how much I cared about her. After all, I wasn’t trying to get her to leave me for Matthew. I just wanted her to fuck him.

And I wanted to watch her do it. Oh, how I wanted that.

But I meant to give myself an extra treat this time. With Logan, I had hidden in the closet. That had been very awkward, despite how exciting the event had been. I didn’t want to be crouching in there a second time, having to be absolutely silent, even while jerking myself off.

The company I worked for manufactured pricey electronics gear. I had access to lots of tiny high-tech cameras. Just before I was to fly out for the conference, I wired up our bedroom. I had angles on the whole scene. If they chose to fuck somewhere else, I was out of luck. Or they might decide not to fuck at all. I sincerely hoped neither of these scenarios would happen.

I flew out for the conference on Saturday morning. That afternoon, two states away, I did the business I needed to do for my company. In the evening, I retreated to my room. I’d been put up   in luxury.

Using the huge bed as a table, I spread out the equipment I’d brought along. I fired up my laptop’s screen. The pictures had hi-def clarity. I was linked by the internet to my bedroom back home. It felt strange to be peering into it from so remote a distance, but the stuff my company made was practically superspy gear.

“He whipped his cock out of her pussy and sprayed his cream all over her.”

I clicked back through the continuous recordings and saw that Darla hadn’t been in the room since the morning, except once to change. She had put on a sexy black dress and heels. That boded well, I thought with a smile.

Once again I waited. The anticipation was fraught with simmering erotic energy. I entered a Zen state of excitement. My cock swelled, and my flesh rippled with growing need.

Finally, she came into the room. She was alone. I beat my fist twice against my meaty thigh, then stopped abruptly as Matthew entered behind her.

I sat up sharply. In one hand I had the camera controls. I flicked from one view to the next, catching my wife and Matthew from all the angles I’d arranged. She was still in the black dress — but her lipstick was smeared! They’d kissed! Probably downstairs. Maybe they’d gone out somewhere beforehand. He looked a little skittish, but he was obviously excited. If I could see the bulge in his pants, so could Darla.

She turned toward him. With a sensual little shrug, she slipped the dress straps off her shoulders. The garment pooled at her feet, revealing the silky lingerie she wore underneath — and then she removed those enticing layers as well, only keeping on black high heels and thigh-high stockings. What a beauty!

Next it was Matthew’s turn. I had audio as well as visual. I heard him stammering — and Darla’s purring encouragements as she told him to take off his clothes.

I was wearing only a hotel robe at that point. Flinging the garment aside, I lay naked on the roomy bed. My cock was as hard as mahogany. I wrapped my free hand around it, feeling my shaft pulsing insistently.

Finally, Matthew shed his clothing. I zoomed in on Darla’s face as his tats were revealed. She lit up like a slot machine that’d hit the jackpot, her eyes bright, whirling and big. I checked out what she was looking at, the map of ink I’d already spied in the locker room. One difference from that day: This time Matthew was sporting a very healthy hard-on.

Instead of climbing onto the bed, Darla closed the distance between them. They kissed, sharing a tongue-wriggling lip-lock. Then she started smooching her way down his slim body, pausing to lay her lips on every tattoo. Soon she was on her knees, with that good-looking cock of his bobbing before her face.
I stroked myself slowly as she grasped his balls. She rolled his nutsac on her fingers for a moment while he moaned. Then her lipstick-smeared mouth moved toward his waiting cockhead. She licked up his drizzle of pre-come, made a savoring sound, then closed her lips around his knob and began sucking in his vein-lined shaft.

Darla is a champion cocksucker, so I knew all the eel-tongued, suctioning pleasures Matthew was experiencing. It was written on his face, too, as his eyes rolled up and his mouth went slack.

In one straight steady lunge, Darla swallowed his staff down to the hilt. His cockhead had to be throbbing in her throat by now. Darla played with his balls some more, then she lifted and dropped her mouth down on the rampant shaft.

“Yeah,” I said, pulling on my own meat. “Suck that cock, baby!”

It was such a gorgeous sight to me. The sucking ring of her lips rode up and down my coworker’s rod. Blindly, Matthew’s hands landed on her head. His fingers wound into her dark hair. As if helpless, his hips started to jerk. Darla encouraged it, taking a handful of his ass and pulling him toward her aggressively.

“Yes!” I said out loud in my empty room. “Fuck her face!”

I checked out the different views, appreciating the full beauty of the act. I even looked at a rear shot of Matthew’s taut, almost girlish ass as it bunched with his every forward thrust.

Darla pulled her mouth off him before he could shoot. Panting, she at last climbed onto the bed and spread her thighs. Her pussy gleamed with needy wetness. Matthew didn’t need to be told she required his mouth. He scampered right to it.

But I told him anyway: “Yeah, get in there and lick that sweet pussy! Put your tongue deep inside her!”

I clicked to the best close-up view. Her stocking-clad legs rubbed his ribs, which were visible against his skin. Then her knees clamped his sides as he drew his tongue up her dripping slit. I knew the nectar-like taste of my wife’s cunt and hoped he was enjoying it as much as I always had.

He sure looked like he was loving the flavor of her. The sophisticated audio caught his slurping sounds, as well as his grunts of pleasure. Darla’s moans and mewls came through crystal clear, too.

“I got a nicely framed shot of his staff sliding in and out of Darla’s pussy.”

Her lovely body flexed, and her hips pumped. She pushed her pussy against his face, smearing her wetness all over his chin and cheeks. I saw his tongue drilling her. Darla suddenly did a half-jackknife and grabbed hold of his hair. I knew he’d just homed in on her clit.

She humped his face hard as he continued to work her sensitive bud. I recognized her responses, and I watched a mighty climax overtake her. Her skin flushed, and a vein stood out on her forehead. She let loose a warrior’s cry of victory and flooded Matthew’s face with her juice, while I yanked harder on my cock.

He came up gasping from between my wife’s legs. He looked delirious with pleasure, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Darla wore a similar expression of joy. I was ecstatic for her.

She stayed on her back and motioned him up on top of her. He scrambled into place. Before slotting his cock into her welcoming body, Darla licked his glazed face. I loved it when she did that with me. Finally, she was ready to have her gangly, tattooed lover’s dick in her pussy.

When Matthew plunged his cock into her, I was again compelled to offer instruction. “Fuck her hard! Fuck her deep! Make her come again!” I said to the screen. I grinned, relishing the freedom this comfortable remote location gave me. And of course, my toys were recording these incredible moments, so I could watch them over and over again.

Matthew started off stroking into her slowly. I got a nicely framed shot of his staff sliding in and out of Darla’s flowing pussy. She called out for him to go faster, writhing underneath him. When he picked up the tempo, she wrapped her stockinged legs around his waist and linked her hands behind his neck. Her shoes dug into his back.

He fucked her harder still, their bodies bouncing on the bed. Once again I observed the bliss etched on my beautiful wife’s features. Her mouth opened on another piercing cry. She clung to him as her climax wracked her whole body.

After the wave of pleasure had released her, she collapsed back onto the mattress. Matthew paused to regroup, and Darla used the lull to flip over. She rested her weight on her elbows and thrust her ass high in the air.

Grinning, Matthew moved in for the doggy-style finale. I babbled more heartfelt obscenities at them, cheering them on from afar. He gripped her waist and fucked her pussy from behind. There was no slow stroking this time. He hammered into her. I heard every incredible slapping sound as their bodies repeatedly crashed together heard every grunt and groan.

Darla’s dark-haired head whipped from side to side. Her ass quivered as Matthew slammed into her again and again. As I jerked feverishly on my cock, I saw Matthew pass the point of no return. His teeth bared, and his tight muscles clenched as he surrendered to the inevitable. Darla cried out once more. At the last second he pulled out and rained his come all over her ass and back.

I geysered at the sight and let the sticky gobs of white spatter my stomach and thighs. It was one of the most fantastic sexual experiences of my life.

I hit a gift shop when the conference was over and picked up something for Darla. Hopefully, one day she would understand that she could fuck other men right in front of me.

Until then, she’s got the mug I gave her that says “World’s Best Wife.”

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