When I married Marge, I had no illusions. I am more than twice her age.

She married me for the lifestyle I could give her, and I married her because she’s a first-class beauty. But we do have an exciting sex life together. It’s just not what everyone might call their cup of tea.

On certain nights, usually once a week, Marge gets dressed to the nines and goes out clubbing. I sit at home and watch some TV, read a good book. Sooner or later I will get a text that tells me to get ready. I walk into our bedroom, where there is a large walk-in closet. Inside is a nice comfy chair that reclines slightly. I sit down, wearing only a robe, which is unsashed to allow me full access to my cock. The door has a mirror on it, which looks to the world like a run-of-the-mill floor-length mirror. But in reality is a two-way mirror, which allows me a complete view of the bed. Marge brings home her conquests and has wild sex with them while I watch.

I feel compelled to write this letter because last night was the best yet. Marge, with her looks, can get into any club. She was going to some opening night party and was wearing a slinky black dress which was cut almost down to her navel and backless, as well. Her hair is blonde, and she wore it in a bun, and when she moves she is as sleek as a panther. Before heading out on her hunt, she kissed me, and I set about reading the latest best-selling thriller.

“She fell to her knees and inhaled his manhood.”

At around midnight my phone’s text chime awoke me, as I had dozed off. It read: “I’ve got a live one. Be there in ten.” I quickly got myself ready, grabbing a bottle of lube and positioning myself in my pleasure den. My cock was already hard when I heard my wife and her lover at the front door.

Marge has to do some manipulation when she gets guys back to our place. She has to insist they do it in the bedroom, and on the bed. Some guys want to do it in the shower or are unwilling to get past the living room sofa, but my loving wife knows that I enjoy this as much as she does, so she coaxes and cajoles her lovers into giving us what we need. As part of her seduction, she also tells them that she likes it with the lights on — also a must for our extra-marital peep show.

I heard them talking downstairs. I waited patiently — she usually offers them a drink — and I bided my time. Eventually, I heard them coming up the stairs. Marge entered first, flipping on the light. Behind her came a stunningly gorgeous man. He had long hair and seemed to be quite built. As I didn’t — and still don’t — know his name, I dubbed him Adonis.

“Are you sure your husband is away?” he asked Marge.

“Positive. I talked him to earlier. He’s in Hong Kong, so unless they’ve invented a teleporter, he won’t be here tonight.”

That made Adonis smile, and he moved closer to her to snuggle her neck. She gave me a wink and then got down to business, sitting on the bed, crossing her impossibly long legs, and telling Adonis to take off his clothes.

He did as he was told, and when he removed his shirt I could see that Adonis was the right moniker, as he had six-pack abs. Marge licked her lips slightly. Adonis then pulled off his pants, then shucked off his boxers. His cock was huge and uncut. Marge didn’t waste any time. She made sure that he was positioned correctly, and then fell to her knees and inhaled his manhood.

Adonis leaned his head back and let out a sigh. He put his hands on her head while she sucked him, but she batted his hand away. He didn’t know that that was for my benefit, because I wanted to see his length slide in and out her ruby-red lips. She toyed with his balls and his knees started quaking. I think he was ready to collapse in a heap.

Marge stood and slipped out of her dress. She wasn’t wearing any underwear — she never does on these expeditions — and stood before him like a golden goddess. Adonis was so stunned he didn’t know quite what to do, probably a first for him. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a soul-searching kiss while pumping his erection, which was upright between their bodies.

Then Marge shoved him onto the bed, again so I had the optimum view. She resumed fellatio, but swung her legs around into a 69 position. She’s an expert at doing this; I had a three-quarter view, with her pussy and ass pointing in my direction, slightly obliquely, so that I could still see her working her mouth on his knob.

Adonis proved to be an adept cunt-licker, as Marge bucked and moaned, rubbing her wet pussy over his chin, mouth and nose. I could see the telltale signs of her impending orgasm; her thighs started quivering and her toes were curled. When she climaxed, I had to slow down my own stroking; I didn’t want to come too soon.

Marge recovered from her orgasm by continually sucking Adonis’s big cock. He insisted that he fuck her, and she was fine with that. Again, she knows how to put on a show. There are a couple of views that I especially like. One of them is cowgirl, both standard and reverse. She started with standard, riding his cock, her ass rising and falling. I had an unobstructed view, and it seemed like his mammoth erection was going to split her in two.

“I could read her lips, ‘he’s fucking me sooooo good.’”

After a while she swung around into a reverse cowgirl. This is a great position for us, because she can look right at me, and because his head is blocked, she can even blow me kisses or mouth words to me. On this occasion I could read her lips, “He’s fucking me sooooo good.” Again I had to take my hands off my cock, as blowing my load was imminent.

Eventually Adonis, he-man that he was, wanted to take my wife the old-fashioned way. This was fine with both of us. He put her on her back, but she was lying on the bed so her pussy was straight in my eyeline. She threw her legs apart, and he climbed aboard. She wrapped those gams around his waist, and he pumped vigorously, his heavy balls slapping against her cunt. I leaned forward, watching intently, and wished I could videotape it, but we decided that was pushing the ethics of such situations.

After a few minutes of action, Adonis gave a shout and filled my wife with his jism. Spent, he collapsed beside her. My wife pulled her legs up so her knees were against her chest, keeping her creamy treat inside her recently plowed snatch. She told Adonis he could use the shower but then he had to go. Sometimes the men want to stay for another round, but Marge knows that I can’t bear much more excitement.

Reluctantly, Adonis took his shower, looking glum when Marge announced she would take hers later. I’ve learned that Marge is such a beauty that men acquiesce to her wishes, no matter how odd. No one has ever guessed that she keeps a happy voyeur in the closet.

He dressed quickly, gave her a kiss, and then left, finding his own way out. She was still naked, and when I heard his car start, I threw open the closet door and joined my wife on the bed. She had kept her legs elevated and closed because my idea of dessert is to eat another man’s come out of her well-fucked pussy.

Marge opened her legs and ran her fingers through my hair as I began to eat her, sucking the semen out of her hot tunnel. I have no interest in sucking a man’s dick, but I get off on eating another man’s load out of my wife.

Adonis’s ejaculate trickled out of my wife, and I consumed every drop. This also gave Marge another orgasm, and her quivering thighs were just too much for me. I returned to my chair in the closet, and Marge hungrily eyed my cock and crawled toward me. She took my dick in her hands and stroked it. It didn’t take many pumps to make me pop, and when I did I went off like Old Faithful. She oohed and aahed while I came, and after I was done she licked me completely clean, making a big show of slurping my pearly-white liquid off her fingers.

The last thing we do on nights like this is take a shower together. I usually get another erection and she soaps my cock and gets me off again. You may wonder why I don’t prefer to fuck her and get a blowjob, but there’s something so tender about the handjobs she gives me that I’m quite all right with it, and that night was no different.

Clean and satisfied, we got to bed, lying naked together like spoons. She will never see Adonis again. Next weekend it will be another stud. And I will have a front-row seat.

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