My wife and I recently started trying to spice things up in the bedroom, and it escalated a little faster than we anticipated.

We had both thought about sharing our fantasies for years, but never worked up the courage. When we finally did blurt out a few drunken, harmless confessions, it was as though the floodgates had opened.

She told me that she had always wanted to be fucked by another man while I watched. I’m the luckiest guy on the planet because I just happen to have a cuckold fantasy. We had both been imagining the same thing in our minds, and now we could finally experiment with it.

We started slow. I would blindfold her, fuck her with toys, and pretend there was another man in the room. Hearing her moan as I knew she was imagining a stranger fucking her drove me wild. I watched the dildo penetrating her while I imagined a bigger cock than my own doing the same. My feelings of inadequacy and shame somehow made me horny as shit. I had never understood why it turned me on, but who was I to argue with it if she was into it, too?

Soon, the fantasy wasn’t enough for us, and we started talking about actually getting someone to do the deed. But who could we trust who also turned us both on? We went through an endless list of our friends and acquaintances. It became a hot game between us when we’d run into people we hadn’t seen in a while and we both knew the other was picturing what they would be like in bed.

In the end, it seemed to just happen naturally. We were in Los Angeles for a conference, and one night at the bar we started hanging out with a guy who, from the start, seemed to be able to read our minds. He was a little older than us, but in great shape. As I watched him laugh and flirt with my wife, I couldn’t help but feel inadequate in the best way. Better still, from the gleam in Michelle’s eyes and the way she kept touching him, I knew he was doing it for her, too.

We kept drinking and chatting until we felt the mood change. He stopped and looked me in the eye before leaning down and whispering something in Michelle’s ear. She giggled and blushed. I was mortified that they were brazenly flirting in front of me — and wildly turned-on.

With some kind of unspoken agreement, the three of us made our way back to our room. I walked a little behind, watching both helplessly and hopefully as this man fondled my wife. Were we finally going to make our fantasy a reality?

Once we were in the room, the man pointed to the chair in the corner and said, “Why don’t you have a seat, man? Michelle and I are going to get to know each other better.”

I sat silently and watched as he peeled each layer of clothing off my wife before taking off his own clothes.

Just like that. He wasn’t asking. He was telling. And like the pathetic excuse for a man I am, I obeyed.

I didn’t know then that Michelle had discussed the whole thing with him during my trips to the bathroom while we were at the bar, negotiating boundaries and telling him exactly what we both wanted him to do. To me, it just seemed like my every fantasy coming to life.

I sat silently and watched as he peeled each layer of clothing off my wife before taking off his own clothes. They kept whispering to each other and then looking in my direction and laughing. It was getting me so hard that I had to pull my dick out of my pants.

Before I knew it, they were naked and kissing, their bodies pressed together. His hands were everywhere, caressing her in places that I considered mine. She was more than willing, lying back on the bed and parting her legs in invitation. She opened them wider, making sure she was angled toward me, giving me just a glimpse of her glorious pussy before he blocked my view with his head.

I had always pictured her being fucked, but this new twist was hotter than I could have imagined. He worked his tongue against her clit, making her thrash and moan. When was the last time I had made her feel that good? Had I ever?

When she came, I thought he would finally fuck her, but he simply redoubled his efforts, adding fingers along with his tongue. I lost count of how many times she came, but she was shaking and moaning helplessly by the time he stood up.

He retrieved his pants from the floor and pulled a condom out of his wallet, giving Michelle and me a moment to look at one another as we anticipated what was about to happen. Was I really about to let another man fuck my wife?

She was clearly as desperate for it as I was, so why the hell not?

He stood between us again, and didn’t even hesitate before thrusting into her. When he was balls-deep, he looked back over his shoulder at me and said, “Fuck, man, your wife’s pussy feels so damn good!”

That was all it took to push me over the edge. I came as he started to fuck her, watching in a haze as she wrapped her thighs tightly around him. He didn’t last much longer than me, and in the aftermath we all just panted and smiled blissfully.

He didn’t stick around afterward. He got dressed, gave us a wave, and said, “Thanks for a great night!” as he slipped quietly out the door.

It wasn’t until he was gone that we realized we didn’t even catch his name. Usually the fantasy is better than the reality, but in this case it was everything we hoped it would be.

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