They say the older you get, the more you see patterns in life. I was just past my mid-20s, hardly a wise old man. But I was also definitely no longer a kid of any sort. I’d lived some. Gone places, done stuff. I felt like I was living a reasonably adventurous, fulfilling life.

But things had started to repeat. I recognized types of people. One personality was sometimes very much like another, so that a new acquaintance would remind me vividly of someone I’d already met. It gave me a kind of blueprint as to what kind of behavior I might expect.

This wasn’t always a bad thing, though it did give me clues as to the sorts of people I should avoid. On happy occasions, like when I met Lori, it was like a beacon in the darkness, lighting the way toward something wonderful.

Lori put me in mind of a woman I had known several years ago, somebody who’d stayed in my memory. Her name had been Sienna, and I’d pretty much fallen for her right away. She was a gorgeous thing, as sexy as hell, and when she responded to my half-hearted come-ons, I was pleasantly surprised.

It wasn’t that I was a loser, but Sienna seemed out of my league — too beautiful, too hot. She had to have her choice of guys, so why pay attention to me?

As it turned out, Sienna was a complicated woman. She had her own agenda, and if I wanted a piece of her — and I sure as fuck did — then I would have to play her game.

I asked her out, and we went to a Thai place for dinner. She was super flirty and actually played footsie with me under the table. I was starting to seriously think we were going to end up in bed before the night was through.

Just before the check came, she leaned toward me with a sultry smile and said, “I want this to happen between you and me.”

It was like something in a dream. I’d opened my mouth to say something witty that would lead us back to her place. I had a roommate situation, and having someone over would have been problematic.

But before I could speak she added, “But there’s a condition.”

I tossed money onto the plastic check tray and countered, “Condition?”

“If you’re not up for it,” she said, “then I’m afraid you and I can’t happen.”

I’d been ready to dash out of the restaurant with her. Now I sat frozen.

“What is the condition?” I asked, a little stiffly.

She was still smiling as she said, “My husband wants to watch us.”

Husband? What?

I think I was as shocked that she’d never mentioned him as I was that she was married at her age. Didn’t people get married when they were in their 30s, or even 40s, if they did at all?

Those nonsense thoughts rambled in my head as I avoided considering what she’d actually said. But she forced me to address the matter.

“Well, what do you think, Nate?”

It was one of those crux moments in life. I was facing an entirely new experience. I could shy away from it, or I could embrace it. I gazed at the woman sitting opposite me and felt such a strong surge of desire. A man watching us fuck? Her husband, no less? I wondered if I could perform under those circumstances.

But that’s when I realized my cock was already halfway hard, and that decided the matter.

Sienna and Richard, her husband, lived in a house — like a couple of married grownups. Again I was feeling outclassed, but my lust kept propelling me forward.

Introductions were made in the expansive living room. Richard was cordial, if not exactly friendly. I wondered what, exactly, this situation was. Had this been his idea or hers? Was Richard one of those guys who liked being humiliated by his wife?

I was nervous and mentally rambling again, but then it was time to go to the bedroom, which was just as fancy as the rest of the house. Richard brought a cocktail with him. He sipped at it, standing, as Sienna towed me toward the bed.

Without any preliminaries I found myself in her arms, her mouth gluing itself to mine. It took a few seconds for me to kiss her back. Her lips were soft. Then they parted, and I felt her tongue moving nimbly against mine.

I realized I was tonguing another man’s wife right in front of him. But I knew I’d better get used to that if we were going to go any further.

I pushed Richard out of my head. Sienna pressed her body against mine, and I jammed my swelling crotch against hers.

Richard wanted to watch? Fine. Watch this!

We peeled off our clothes. Her tits were heaving with her excited breaths. We scrambled onto the bed, our naked bodies intertwining. She was like an erotic angel, a sensual devil, as she writhed passionately with me.

Our hands went exploring. Every inch of her skin was smooth, her tits full, nipples engorged, her pussy slick. She played with my balls while she humped my thigh, bringing a moan from deep in her throat.

Finally, I was on my back, dazed with desire. She climbed onto me, putting my cockhead against her wet cleft, then she lowered herself onto my erect shaft. The grip of her cunt was lovely, and pleasure raced through me.

She rode me with an obvious rising joy. As I thrust up into her, she slammed down on me. When she let loose a cry, I felt a jolt of triumph.

I flipped her onto her back, got on top of her and fucked her hard and wild. I was speeding toward my own climax, getting ready to erupt.

Suddenly, I felt Richard’s eyes on me. I’d actually halfway forgotten about him. Now, I glanced back at him. He sipped his drink and quietly stared at us in an unnerving manner. If I hadn’t already been past the point of no return, I might’ve called the whole thing off.

But I was seconds away from shooting and pulling out would only mean jizzing all over his wife’s belly. So I gave her my last frenzied strokes and jetted like crazy inside her. It felt awesome, but Richard’s glowering presence was a bit of a downer for me.

I never went back there, but the experience stayed with me. It had almost been perfect. In retrospect, having someone watch seemed very exciting to me. But it had to be the right person, someone who genuinely wanted me to fuck his wife.

Well, does something like that happen twice in a lifetime? Maybe. But you have to look for the patterns.

So, there was Lori, another absolutely beautiful woman taking explicit interest in me. Maybe it was something in her manner, some subtle vibe she gave off. Maybe I just recognized some quirk I’d seen in Sienna long ago.

I had met Lori a week earlier and had asked her out, and before long, we were enjoying a light meal at a restaurant. All the while I had this weird prescience about where the topic of conversation was going to ultimately end up.

She’d been giving me sultry looks all through dinner, and I’d been flirting right back. But this time, I wanted to stay a step ahead of the situation.

“So,” I said, “you’re married, right?”

She was taken aback and replied, “How’d you know?” She waved her left hand. “Harry and I don’t wear rings.”

That answered my question.

“Tell me about Harry,” I said smoothly.

Again, my directness flustered her a little, but Lori started talking about her husband, who sounded like a genuinely nice guy. They seemed to have a loving marriage.

“I can’t believe I told you all that,” Lori finally said. “I...had a different conversation in mind.”

“Maybe a proposition?”

“Do you read minds?” she asked with a laugh.

I laughed, too. But I still wanted her to make the offer, if that was really where this was headed. I could be wrong about everything, after all.

But I wasn’t. Lori said she wanted to have sex with me — but only if Harry could watch us.

“I’d like to meet him first,” I told her.

She picked up her phone and arranged it. Harry turned out to be a good-looking man with an easy-going manner. He shook my hand warmly and seemed quite pleased with how up front I was. I told him I wouldn’t touch his wife if it wasn’t 100 percent OK with him. He not only had to be able to tolerate our encounter; he had to truly want it. In a sense, the sex was for him as well.

He nodded slowly, thoughtfully, and said, “Nate, it would be the thrill of a lifetime for me. And for Lori. We’ve tried this before, but never with the right guy.”

“Well, I think I’m your man.”

They weren’t as well-to-do as Sienna and Richard had been, but their apartment was nicely kept. Lori took my hand and kissed me on the cheek. I turned and looked into her eyes. Her loveliness and allure washed over me. I let myself give in to the natural excitement she aroused in me.

I put my lips to hers. She kissed me back, then with a mounting passion. Our lips parted, and our tongues met. We were still in the front room. Harry watched from the opposite sofa. When Lori tugged me to my feet and led me to the bedroom, her hubby followed at a polite distance.

In the bedroom, I was keenly aware of Harry’s presence, but I wasn’t wary — just a little cautious. This thing could still go south, I knew. But I was totally turned on by Lori, who’d put her arms around me and pressed her body to mine. My hard cock bulged in my pants, and she rubbed against it.

Lori unbuttoned my shirt, and I peeled off her top. Her breasts were gorgeous, straining against her black bra. She removed the bra, and I cupped those succulent tits, her nipples stiffening against my palms.

She shed her skirt and panties, and I shrugged off my shirt and kicked off my pants. She caught hold of my stiffening cock and used it to tug me up onto the bed.

Pleasure was zinging through me, and yet a corner of my consciousness remained alert to Harry. He was still dressed. He leaned against the wall and eyed us with his mouth hanging open, like we were the best porn show he’d ever seen.

Lori ground against me. She lifted a leg and jammed her pussy against my muscled thigh. I felt her sexy slipperiness and smelled her excitement. My cock oozed pre-come, and she scooped it up and put her finger in her mouth. I heard Harry let out an appreciative groan.

We were groping each other wildly. Her hands roamed over my chest and then she reached around to knead my ass. I played with her tits some more, then slid a hand between her silky-smooth thighs to trace the wetness of her furrow. She shivered, burying her face in my neck.

I grazed her pussy again and again until I finally slipped two fingers into her. I probed deeper, and her lush interior heat was tantalizing. Pulling back out, I easily zeroed in on her swollen clit. I teased her bud, feeling her squirm and wriggle. She hummed against my throat as her hips bucked.

I decided I had to have a taste of her. I eased her onto her back and scurried halfway down the bed. It occurred to me that I felt no self-consciousness about being naked in front of Harry. If anything, it added to the general excitement. That exposure, that true baring-it-all. I wasn’t turned on by him being a guy, but it was definitely fun knowing he was watching me as I shouldered apart his wife’s legs and set my mouth to her dripping pussy.

Her flavor was sweet and tangy, like I imagined nectar was supposed to taste in fairy tales. I licked her cleft, then parted her lips with my tongue. I shivered as I felt that silkiness on my tongue tip.

Again, I went at her clit, licking it and batting it. Lori’s hips went wild once more, bouncing her ass right off the bed. I kept my mouth faithfully on her, tonguing her frantically until she let out an orgasmic howl.

Her juice glossed my lips and wet my chin. I sat up, gasping happily. The room seemed to spin a little until I caught my breath.

Still leaning against his patch of wall, Harry was rubbing the flagrant outline of his hard cock through his pants. I was glad he was joining the festivities.

Lori had a hungry look on her face. She wasted no time shoving me onto my back and getting down between my legs. She started off sucking my balls, giving a delicate but urgent suction to each. My juice simmered, and my cock twitched like a divining rod going crazy.

When I began thrashing about, clawing at the bedcovers on either side of me, she finally showed mercy and dropped her mouth onto my throbbing cockhead.

Lovely heat and wetness enveloped me. Her tongue swirled around my knob, giving me the best kind of shivers. The tight circle of her lips slid down my shaft effortlessly, and I moaned softly.

Beyond the swells of her heart-shaped ass, I saw Harry unzipping and pulling out his cock. I grinned. I knew he wouldn’t hop on the bed with us. That wasn’t his thing. He literally just wanted to watch. But I was glad he was really going for it.

As her husband jerked himself, Lori sucked my cock. Her head bobbed up and down, the motions smooth. Her tongue continued to dance along my shaft, and she increased her suction power until her mouth felt like a fist around me.

She played with my spit-wet balls while she sucked, and that almost sent me over the top. I had the distinct feeling she wouldn’t have minded me blowing my load in her mouth, but I really wanted to fuck her.

Moreover, Harry had to want that, as well. He truly was a part of this thing, and that only made it more exciting for me. I was on display. I was performing! And this time, the watcher wasn’t glowering at me.

Lori pulled her mouth off me, as if sensing I was nearing the brink. Her wet lips spread in a grin as she clambered up onto me before I could make a move off my back. She wanted to ride me? Fine. Great. I answered her grin with one of my own as she lowered herself onto my dick.

My pole parted her pussy lips, then she was sliding down my staff. Again, the enclosing heat was fantastic. That carnal connectivity — cock to cunt — was like a live wire hooking us up. I felt her quivering excitement as if it were being transmitted straight into the center of my brain.

She planted her feet flat on the bed, braced her palms on my chest and started bouncing up and down on me. She moved with the same easy rhythm as when she’d been sucking me. As her gorgeous body flexed, I reached up to grope her firm tits, tweaking each swollen nipple in turn. She released soft, sighing sounds of pleasure.

Lori set the tempo, but I met her downward plunges with upward thrusts of my own. She came down harder and faster on me, and I stayed with her, feeling the energy build. It appeared to hum all through her — an undeniable sexual electricity. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see it shooting from her fingertips.

She soon went into a frenzy, riding me so wildly it was a wonder she stayed on top of me. Suddenly, she went stiff, her back arching, and she released a shattered cry.

I caught her when she started to fall limply to the side. She blinked lazily as I set her onto her back. I was poised over her, my cock at the ready. A new wave of anticipation appeared to overcome her. She spread her legs and beckoned me, but I didn’t need any encouragement.

I caught a flashing glimpse of Harry. He had stripped off his clothing and was pumping his hard cock in his fist with gleeful abandon. His eyes were ablaze as I mounted his wife — eager to deliver the ultimate finale and aching to shoot my pent-up load into another man’s woman.

Lori sighed as I slid my rod inside her. Her clasping pussy accepted and embraced me, and I stroked in and out of her at about the same slow starting speed she’d used on me. I wanted to build her up to another climax, if I could.

She writhed underneath me, her motions gentle at first. But a low growl climbed her throat as I went deep into her, driving to her core. She grunted with my every thrust. Her hips bucked, meeting my strokes. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, and I fucked her harder and faster. My flesh was tingling with pleasure, and my balls were buzzing.

As my own arousal escalated, I plowed her vigorously. But she was grinning the whole time, her face glowing with delight. I was right at the brink of an incredible orgasm.

Somehow I spared Harry a look. His face was as awash in bliss as his wife’s. A first spurt shot from his cock as his hand continued to move in a blur.

At the same instant, Lori’s pussy tightened around me, and she cried out. My own exclamation burst from my lips at full volume. Ecstasy took me, and the first jet of my come turned me inside out. I shot spurt after spurt as Lori quaked beneath me and Harry unloaded his own thick wad. The moment seemed to go on forever.

It didn’t, of course. Eventually Lori and I untangled ourselves, and then all three of us began talking about the encounter and how incredibly satisfying it had been for us. I knew then that we would be doing this again.