Watching his wife fuck another lover takes this husband to a brave new level of X-rated erotic excitement.

“What’s the matter, Lloyd?” my new boss asked me. We were up on a balcony of his palatial spread, drinking cocktails and taking in the scene.

I didn’t answer at first. I simply stared down below at the guests — specifically one guest — specifically my wife.

There was Dora. And there were men watching her, following her, lusting after her, as always. Wherever we went, Dora captivated the lustful attention of any hot-blooded male. On this evening, we were at a big outdoor party, a corporate event with catered food and live music, very festive. But all of my attention was on Dora as she strolled about, so beautiful, so poised, trailing horny guys everywhere she went.

I was supposed to be making a good impression on my boss, Harold. He had aggressively recruited me into the firm, and this was our first chance to mingle away from the office. But my attention went again and again to Dora, with her flowing dark hair and her supple body. It was no wonder I’d wanted to marry her, but this first year of our marriage had been something of an ordeal. I couldn’t quite get used to the fact that many men so obviously wanted to fuck her.

Jealousy, I told myself, was a stupid immature preoccupation. I knew that Dora loved me. I was also sure she would never cheat on me. Yet she was very open about enjoying the attention of all those guys, who seemed to turn up everywhere — in restaurants, in stores, on the street — trailing her like horny dogs.

I should have been making the most of this golden opportunity, so I apologized to my boss. “Sorry. I just — it’s just — ” I fumbled. Even now I was watching Dora below, laughing as two men fought over the privilege of getting her a fresh drink.

“She’s something, isn’t she?”

I looked at Harold. He, too, was admiring my pretty wife. Was he trying to deliberately rile me?

As if reading my mind, he put a hand on my shoulder. “Relax. Your wife is a lovely woman. Seeing other men interested in her, though — how does that make you feel?”

“She had some random stud with her, and she was spreading her legs for him.”

It seemed a strange and intrusive question, but Harold’s manner was friendly. Figuring I’d better answer, I admitted, “I get jealous.”

He nodded sympathetically and pulled me toward a door, into his spacious den. When he closed the balcony door, the noise of the party practically disappeared. We sat in leather chairs. This was a more intimate meeting than I could have hoped for, a chance to really secure my position in the top-rated firm. But I sensed Harold might have something else in mind.

“Lloyd, I’m older than you.” In his 40s, Harold was still a fit and handsome man. “I’ve had some time to work things out. You haven’t met my wife yet?”

I shook my head, wondering where this was going. I was feeling lost.

He chuckled. “Well, whichever men aren’t tailing your wife like hounds on the scent, I guarantee they’re sniffing around my gorgeous lady. Here, take a look.” Unexpectedly, he clicked a remote that appeared in his hand, lighting a flat-screen TV that dominated one wall of his private den.

The face of a ravishing 40-something female appeared. Her hair was icy-blonde, her features sculpted and delicate, and her stunning blue eyes were mesmerizing. I found myself staring.

“She’s something, too, wouldn’t you say?”

For a moment, I feared I was being set up. But Harold smiled, so I said, “Yes. An attractive woman.”

“You’d want to fuck her, right?”

This time I gaped at him. No way was I going there.

He laughed loudly. “I’m not offering you the services of Tonia, Lloyd. If you were to fuck her, I would feel jealousy. And if I were to watch you fuck my wife, I would go half out of my mind… but I would also enjoy it.” He gave me a weird, knowing grin.

I felt dizzy, with no idea how I’d gotten into this with my new employer. Then things got stranger. Harold flicked his remote control, and new images appeared on the screen. More of his wife, Tonia. She posed in a slinky dress, in a swimsuit, then, inevitably, she stood there naked. Hers was a sleek exquisite body. Her skin looked like cream. Her tits were full, capped with stiff, pink nipples. A triangular blonde fuzz framed her pussy lips. A back view showed me her luscious ass. She grinned at me from the wall, piercing me with those sensual blue eyes.

My cock surged in my slacks. My cocktail shook in my hand. I bit my lip.

“You don’t have to pretend she doesn’t turn you on, Lloyd. Hell, I can see you’ve got a raging hard-on. And that does make me jealous.”

“Harold, I don’t mean to — “

“I like this feeling!” His eyes were suddenly bright. “Jealousy is a powerful emotion. It’s a primal motivator. Think how much of human history has been shaped by it. It’s an energetic feeling. And if you can harness that passion, tweak it a little, you’ll find yourself with a mighty sexual stimulant.”

We had entered the realm of the bizarre. Instinct told me to bolt from the room, but I stayed in my seat, and I looked again at the images of Tonia’s flawless body. I did want to fuck her.

Harold drained his drink and took on a quieter air. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable, Lloyd. I sensed in you a kindred spirit. It’s one of the reasons I hired you. When I saw your wife today, saw how men responded to her, I realized we might have even more in common than business sensibilities.”

I finished off my cocktail as well, needing the burn of the alcohol to steady me. This was all so surreal.

“When he put his mouth on Dora’s pussy, her body bucked with pleasure.”

He continued, “If I hadn’t learned how to handle my wife’s appeal to other men, our marriage would’ve long since failed. Better than that, though, I found a way to make our sex life more spectacular than I could have ever imagined.” Still holding the remote, he clicked until another image lit up the screen.

Tonia, now on her knees before a naked muscled male, had her mouth on his hard cock. Suddenly, the scene was in motion, no longer a still image. Harold’s wife sucked the man with obvious enthusiasm. After a moment, he lifted her up and spread her out on a bed. She parted her thighs, and he climbed on top, thrusting into her pussy.

I looked sidelong at Harold. I saw an expression on his face I’d never seen on anybody’s before. His features displayed high emotion, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. He looked both distressed and excited. As he watched his wife getting plowed, his brow shone with sweat. He was shaking his head, as if denying what he saw, but at the same time I heard him whispering tightly, “Yes, yes. Fuck her. Fuck her hard. Yes, yes… ”

I looked back at the screen, wondering under what circumstances these images had been taken. For a few seconds, I tried to imagine that it was Dora up there, her dark hair fanned around her head, her breasts jouncing as she took the repeated thrusts of the muscular stud.

A strange fluttery feeling bloomed inside me, tickling my gut and closing around my heart. The fantasy made me immediately jealous, but in the same instant my cock throbbed crazily. I realized I was venturing into unexplored sexual territory, at least in the abstract. What if I made a bargain with Dora that she could follow through on her normal flirtatious behavior and take things to the limit with some strange man?

And what if she let me watch?

The very idea shook me at my deepest levels. Harold had one thing right. Jealousy was definitely a primal emotion.

My boss shut off the screen and wiped his face with a handkerchief. He looked steadily at me, trying to gauge my mood.

“I want the people who work for me to be happy, Lloyd, because I expect a lot from them. If I’ve been wrong about you and your wife, I apologize. If not, I can make arrangements that might benefit you both. I leave it up to you.”

Harold showed me his setup later. He’d had a special bedroom built like an interrogation room, with an adjacent chamber and a one-way mirror installed between. Here was where his wife, Tonia, brought her lovers. Harold took me into the viewing room, where there was a comfortable chair. It afforded a full sweep of any and all pornographic doings in the other room. I recognized the bed from the film he’d showed me earlier. I noticed also all the recording equipment.

“Imagine Dora on that bed,” he murmured in the dim room. “Think of you watching her.”

Suddenly, though, the setup seemed too artificial. Harold and Tonia scheduled these events. Sometimes the guest male was even in on their plan beforehand. I couldn’t see bringing Dora here and watching from this chair as if she were a performer. That was what Harold was explicitly offering me right now.

I backed off a step. “Let me consider it. Okay?”

He nodded with perfect understanding and ushered me back out to the party, which was still in full swing. I found Dora, sashaying about in the clingy dress that showed off her taut, tasty figure. Right on cue, three men came trailing after her, tongues practically hanging out. Dora offered just enough encouragement to keep them tagging along.

I felt an ember of jealousy come to glowing life in me. I felt something else, too, something new. I wanted the humiliation, the rush of arousal, the burn of desire, which would come from seeing one of those men take her to bed. This thought left me shivering all over.

But it would have to be on my and Dora’s terms, not something my kindly (and kinky) new boss would benevolently arrange for me.

The next night, I summoned the courage and tossed out the proposal to my wife. I loved her, and she me. We had an adventurous sex life, but this was something brand new for both of us.

“Would you really enjoy that, Lloyd?”

I sat with her on the end of our bed. She wore a silky negligee. “I… think so. Don’t you ever want to screw one of those flirty guys?”

Her dark eyes looked away. “Sometimes. But I wouldn’t. I never have, while we’ve been married. I swear.”

I took her hands. “I believe you. But if you wanted to, if you wanted to fuck some other man… ”

Her eyes lit up, and heat rushed through me. It was something more than excitement. I stripped and pulled that flimsy nightie off her. She parted her legs and drew me inside her. With our eyes locked in passion, I hammered her pussy until she writhed and moaned underneath me. The idea had definitely stirred us both. We came together with an intensity that I had never experienced before. And that was from the mere suggestion of what we might do in the future.

Afterward, I told her my plan. Her excitement and arousal matched my own. She kissed me lovingly.

We agreed there needed to be an element of spontaneity to this. Dora was capable of picking up a strange man any time she left the house. I worked odd hours at the firm, sometimes putting in a great deal of time on a single project. She didn’t always know exactly when I would come home.

It was a week of intriguing cat-and-mouse. Some part of me was always aware of what she might be up to. Even so, I stayed focused on my work. Harold and other corporate officers congratulated me on my accomplishments.

Then one evening I closed a deal early and headed home. There I found an unfamiliar car in the driveway. I parked out of sight and walked quietly up my drive, past the stranger’s auto, and headed along the side of our house. We knew our neighbors. Nobody was going to call the cops if they saw me going into my own side yard.

I crept along, around to the rear of the house. My heart was beating hard, and I was careful with my footsteps, not wanting to make any noise. A fence completely surrounded the backyard. Light spilled from our bedroom, onto the grass.

The car might have belonged to a friend of Dora’s, but somehow I knew otherwise. I knew my wife was being unfaithful. I knew she had brought a strange male into our home — and I hoped to hell I wasn’t too late to watch them fuck!

I edged up to the window. The curtains were parted so that I could comfortably see everything in the bedroom. Dora had been very considerate.

The man she had taken home was an athletic-looking guy with a mop of sun-bleached hair. Dora must have brought him into the bedroom only moments before. He was grinning. She laced her hands behind his neck and drew him down for a deep kiss. I saw their tongues flashing. He wore a sweatshirt and jogging shorts. Dora was in a tight blue dress and knee-high boots.

“Dora took his every inch without a flinch. His balls slapped against her.”

They ground against each other as they continued the kiss. She reached around and kneaded his firm-looking ass. He reciprocated by groping her tits. I imagined her nipples going stiff at his touch; then I didn’t have to imagine as he worked her right breast out of the top of the dress, flicking that swollen nip with his thumb.

I felt that same rushing heat as when I’d proposed this venture to Dora. But now it was far more intense. A baking warmth coated my entire body. Sweat sprung out at my hairline. My cock stirred frantically, and my come churned in my balls. I tore at my zipper, letting my rigid shaft spring out into the gentle evening air.

Dora’s lover was tugging the blue dress off her shoulders. I wasn’t surprised to find she’d worn no undergarments as the dress fell in a puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of it in her booted feet. I hoped she meant to keep those sexy boots on.

The man, meanwhile, had flung off his sweatshirt, and Dora peeled the jogging shorts down his toned legs. His cock bobbed before him. Dora, grinning, closed her hand around his shaft and started pumping him.

I did the same to myself, knowing how good it felt to be jerked off by her. I was careful not to let my breath fog the outside of the bedroom window. I shifted slightly as the couple moved toward the bed.

If I were peeking in some stranger’s window, would I feel this same burning excitement? The answer was an emphatic no. This wasn’t simple voyeurism. That was my wife in there! She had some random stud with her, and she was right now spreading her legs for him on our bed. She was cheating on me! How mortifying that was, how disgraceful. And how unbelievably arousing!

Part of me knew this was all a game, of course. But I could also buy into the scenario as reality. I was consumed with jealousy. I wanted to howl my shame into the night. Instead, I continued to jerk my cock and watch avidly through the crack in the curtains.

Dora’s lover shouldered in between her legs. I could see her pussy glistening with wetness. He kissed his way up her inner thigh, until his head hovered over those sweet damp lips. When he put his mouth on Dora’s pussy, her whole body bucked with pleasure. Her calves closed over his shoulders, the boot leather rubbing his flesh.

I bit down on a whimper. Heat still flowed over me. I was slick with perspiration. I undid my tie, unbuttoned my shirt. I let my pants drop to the ground. I pumped my cock steadily, with the night breeze sweeping over me.

The stranger ate her pussy like a starving man. Her hips lifted repeatedly off the bed. Her tits heaved as she cried out. I could hear her through the glass. She didn’t know I was out here. She couldn’t be sure, anyway. In a certain sense, she really was cheating on me! The thought blew a wave of molten delirium through my being. I cradled my balls with my other hand, squeezing gently as I kept jerking myself.

When he came up for air, his face was glossed with my wife’s pussy juice. She caught his upper arms and pulled him further up the bed. When he saw what she wanted, he eagerly complied, straddling her tits and presenting his hard cock to her mouth.

I know what a fabulous cocksucker she is. The look of instant ecstasy on the man’s face didn’t surprise me. Dora closed her hands over the spheres of his ass, forcing the full length of him into her mouth. He tilted forward, catching the headboard, then started fucking her open mouth. Dora took his every inch without even a flinch. His balls slapped against her chin. The perfect ring of her lips stayed sealed around his girth as that spit-gleaming shaft plowed away at her face.

Despite my efforts to remain silent, a moan escaped me. The sound was both excited and piteous. My marriage was being violated right before my eyes, and here I was watching helplessly, unable to do anything but pull on my cock as some nameless male fucked my bride’s mouth.

She pushed him off and onto his back before he could unload. Still in her boots, she climbed onto top of him. I watched her lower her pussy onto his staff. She whipped her head about as she took his dick, and his face clenched with bliss.

What a breathtaking sight she was, impaled upon her lover, leaving me out in the night like the cuckold I was. She started working herself eagerly up and down on him, bouncing her firm tits, which he reached up to maul with his hands.

As Harold had done in his den while we watched his wife being fucked, I found myself murmuring encouragements to my beautiful, cheating wife.

The man was thrusting up into her, using every bit of his strength to spear himself deep. Dora slammed down on him. She’d planted her heels on either side of him, and was bucking like a crazed cowgirl. Dark hair stuck in strands across her sweaty face. Her teeth were bared. They were reaching a frenzy in there.

Suddenly, she put her head back and yowled. From the look on the man’s face, he had to be jetting his come into her.

At the same instant, I sprayed the grass with my seed. It was as fierce a climax as I could remember having, almost as good as the very first time Dora and I had made love. The internal heat burst across my flesh. My knees went weak, and I knelt. I tumbled sideways onto the yard grass. I lay there, catching my breath.

I felt an incredible fulfillment. This was a need I had never been aware of before. Dora’s natural flirtatious nature wouldn’t be a problem for us ever again. I would always know what she was doing, always be a part of it — and I would always love my cheating wife.

It was several minutes more before I could get myself back together. By the time I came around again to the front of the house, the stranger’s car was gone and Dora was waiting to welcome me home in her warm and sticky embrace.

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