I’m a generous guy. If I care about you, I’ll share everything I’ve got with you — including my wife.

When I met Delia four years ago, she was waiting tables to work her way through college. I couldn’t have that. I spent 30 years building my fortune, and I wanted a woman by my side to enjoy my hard-earned retirement. Delia moved in with me after our first date. I watched her fuck my best friend two weeks later — right after our quickie wedding.

Loving a younger woman is invigorating. I love when she rides my cock, and anyone else’s for that matter. Seeing her cheeks flush and her tits bounce brings me immense joy. Whether I’m the one to bring her to orgasm or someone else does, the result for me is the same. Nothing makes me happier than for her to experience pleasure.

My pal Gil — who’s also my former business partner — is my wife’s favorite playmate. With shop talk off the table due to my retirement, there’s more time for us to focus on what matters: my wife. Gil stops by once a week to shoot the shit with me and shoot a load into Delia. Sometimes they use our bed while I lounge on the nearby chaise and watch. Other times they don’t even make it out of the living room. I don’t care where they land as long as I have a front-row seat.

Last night, we mixed things up a bit. After enjoying dinner and drinks on the patio, Delia led Gil to the canopy-covered daybed that overlooks the pool. Delia definitely has a thing for fucking outdoors. Hell, it’s why we bought the patio bed! Given that Delia and I had already christened the space, I was happy to see my buddy get to enjoy it, too.

While they got busy, I settled on a lounger perfectly situated to afford me a generous view of the bed. Everything about our outdoor design was thoughtful and functional. A security camera was also conveniently placed to record any activities that might go down on and around the daybed.

I swirled some whiskey in a cut crystal tumbler, listening to the melodic tinkle of the ice clinking against the glass, while Gil partially unfastened my wife’s bikini top. He’s always been a tit man, and Delia offers boobs in abundance. In fact, when I first introduced them I knew my pal would be hard-pressed to keep his eyes off her ample rack, and boy, did he prove me right!

Gil didn’t bother to untie the strings secured behind Delia’s back. Removing the band from around her neck was enough to expose her, and he swooped right in. He sucked one rosy-pink nipple into his mouth as he pinched the other.

“Oh!” Delia moaned.

She tilted her head back, extending her graceful, swanlike neck — another place Gil loves to nibble.

Meanwhile, my buddy’s free hand swooped around Delia’s ass and slipped inside her bathing suit bottom from behind. He was clearly seeking her pussy. The movements of Gil’s hand eventually loosened the suit’s tied strings at her hips. The bows came undone slowly, causing the tiny triangles of fabric which covered Delia’s lower half to slide down in a sort of erotic unveiling.

The moment Delia gasped, I knew Gil had penetrated her pussy. She gyrated her hips in the most alluring way, taking charge of her own pleasure.

Finally, Delia’s swimsuit bottom fell onto the mattress, providing me a clear view of Gil finger-fucking my wife. That gorgeous little nympho drives me wild, even when I take a backseat and act as a bystander.

“Oh, Gil. Yes! Fuck me!” she cried.

Her boobs jiggled as she writhed. God, I love her tits — maybe even more than Gil does!

I shifted forward in my seat, diligently ignoring the boner growing inside my pants. The night was about delayed gratification — mine, that is. I could have Delia all to myself anytime I wanted. But at that moment, I wanted to watch her get railed by my friend.

Once Gil had gotten his fill of her tits, he flipped Delia onto her back and licked a path from her cleavage down to her clit. He dipped his fingers back into her snatch. Her pretty pink folds were still on full display, and her crotch glistened with honey.

Gil took Delia’s clit between his lips. Her sultry moan sent a shiver up my spine. It was music to my ears, a sensuous ballad made richer by every discordant verse. Even after countless encounters — both as a participant and an observer — I still got giddy when my wife expressed her pleasure.

Gil was moved by her moans, as well. I heard him grunt in approval. The sound was muffled by Delia’s cunt flesh, but it was still audible — even from several feet away.

Judging by the way Delia’s legs flailed, I’d say she also got a jolt from the vibrations caused by his voice. She’s claimed that feeling a guy hum against her clit is better than any vibrator, and I believe her. Gil’s technique is definitely different from mine, but his guttural utterance would get the job done all the same.

Did I mention that Delia also loves having her tits lavished with attention? They’re deliciously sensitive. Even a simple finger flick against one of Delia’s nipples will make her moan with delight. If her partner’s mouth and hands are otherwise occupied, Delia is always happy to provide her own stimulation, and that night was no different. The second I saw her grip her tits and tweak her nipples, I knew she was already roaring toward her climax.

Gil’s head was buried deep between Delia’s legs, so he hadn’t yet noticed what her fingers were doing. It would become obvious soon enough when a sweet trickle of her orgasmic honey smeared his lips and flowed into his mouth.

Lucky bastard, I thought.

I took another sip of whiskey and reclined in my chair as I enjoyed the show.

Delia squeezed her tits again and then the dam broke.

“Gil! Gil! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted.

She may not be much of a linguist, but goddamn is my wife a looker. Her O-face is the most stunning I’ve ever seen, and her honey tastes as sweet as nectar.

Gil, the greedy bastard, kept his lips firmly sealed around Delia’s slit to drink up all her juices. His head bobbed as he lapped up all of the luscious liquid from her folds.

When Gil finally lifted his head, he turned to meet my gaze and deliberately licked his lips. His chin and cheeks gleamed like a glazed donut.

I raised my glass to salute his efforts, then waited for what was next.

Thanks to Delia, my wait wasn’t long. My lovely wife isn’t exactly known for her patience. Her dulcet voice broke through the quiet to order, “Fuck me, Gil! Fuck me now!”

Gil — God love him — immediately hopped to it. The man is great at taking direction. It’s what made him a good business partner, and now, an even better lover to my exacting wife.

He immediately whipped out his dick. According to Delia, Gil’s cock is awesome. It’s a bit shorter than mine, but it’s thicker. It provides the perfect change of pace for my wife’s insatiable sexual appetite.

Delia prefers riding bareback, so condoms never enter the equation. All Gil had to do was get to fucking. But Delia soon piped up again. She sat up on the bed and honed in on Gil’s crotch as she said, “Let’s get you slickened up.”

My insatiable girl swallowed Gil’s dick, making his stout shaft disappear down her throat. Once he was buried to the hilt, she eased back until her lips surrounded his crown, then she sucked him back into her mouth again.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered to myself.

Delia’s blowjobs are among the best I’ve ever received. I can’t say I know exactly what she does because while it’s happening my mind goes blank. It feels so good I just indulge myself and enjoy it! Although I wasn’t on the receiving end of her mouth at that moment, I swear I could almost feel her supple lips wrapped around my own rod.

When Delia decided Gil was lubed to her liking, she released his dick from her mouth, lay back on the bed and said, “Take me.”

It took Gil a moment to regain his bearings, but when he did, he got down to business. He climbed aboard my wife and said, “Let’s ride, sugar.”

Delia locked her ankles at the small of Gil’s back and pulled him close.

“Make me come, Gil,” she begged.

We all knew he would.

Gil pumped his hips faster and faster until the sound of skin slapping skin rang in my ears. He reached between their bucking bodies and placed his thumb atop Delia’s clit, rubbing the sensitive bud as his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy.

“Yes, Gil! Yes!” she cried out.

Delia flexed her legs to direct his pace. Her incessant wails told me she was close to climaxing again, and I couldn’t wait to watch it happen.

Seconds later, Delia’s back arched as she came undone. Her moan was long and loud. There is nothing better than seeing — and hearing — my wife thoroughly pleasured.

Gil was quick to follow. He came on a grunt and pumped his seed into my wife at a furious pace. When he finished, he took a moment to collect himself. Then he shook my hand and went on his way, leaving me to enjoy the scent of sex on my wife for the rest of the night.