My wife likes to make decisions for me. She’s selected all of my business suits and more than one pair of my dress shoes. And my last car? She picked that out, too. And every once in a while, Amy even chooses dates for us to enjoy.

We’d just notched our fifth wedding anniversary and were having a celebratory dinner at a swanky place by the harbor. Suddenly, she did a double take, and something about the way she cocked her head told me things were going to work out in my favor.

“What’s up?” I asked, before topping off my wineglass.

“Nothing.” But she let the word trail off, which meant she was not focused on me but on whatever, or whoever, she was eyeing.

“Uh-huh. Well, let me know when you want to share with the rest of the class.”

That brought a smirk to her pretty mouth, and I lost myself in the fantasy of her sucking my cock for a second. I wondered if we’d leave the restaurant, have a drink at our favorite bar on the waterfront, and then go home and fuck like crazy.

A perfect evening, by my measure.

“I’ll let you know when I have something to say,” she responded. Then she got up and headed toward the bar.

In a few moments she was back, grinning victoriously as she announced, “You have a date Friday night.”

“Pardon?”

“Becca is at the bar with her man. She’s an old friend. We kind of shared a boyfriend one year in college. I told her I wanted to give you an anniversary treat.”

My wife’s hand found my leg under the table, and she squeezed my thigh. The sensation went straight to my cock like a lightning strike.

“So, I have a date — and you?”

“I will hook up with her hunky boyfriend, if you don’t object.”

“I’d never deny you your fun,” I told her.

My tone was playful, but I really did mean what I said. Fair was fair, after all. If I was going to enjoy some extracurricular activities, Amy should, too.

When we got home, she pushed me onto the bed, stripped and then straddled my face. I ate her to three sharp, hard orgasms and then flipped her over and fucked her vigorously. She curled around me afterward and murmured, “Friday can’t get here fast enough.”

The appointed night eventually came, and when I got home from work, Amy jerked me off slowly, telling me it would make me last longer later. Just the fact that she said that made me come hard and fast. I took a shower and let Amy fuss over me. She picked out my outfit and chose my cologne. Finally, she gave me a long kiss and sent me on my way, so she could get ready for her new man.

I encouraged her to have fun, and she assured me she would.

I headed off to a bar in the city to meet Becca. I think Amy said she was meeting up with her friend’s guy at his place. Thinking about my wife screwing someone else made my dick hard, but I was equally excited about getting busy with her pal.

Becca was a petite blonde, the complete opposite of my tall dark-haired wife. As soon as she spotted me at the bar, she smiled and flirtatiously tongued her cocktail straw.

After I got my beer from the bartender, the sassy sexpot said, “Let’s finish these drinks and go back to my place. I’m ready to get busy.”

She was direct, like my wife. I liked her boldness.

I drained my beer and told her, “I’m ready, too.”

Becca’s place was small, bright and cheerful. Kinda like her. Once we crossed the threshold, she pulled down my zipper and asked, “Can I suck your cock?”

I almost laughed. Was I going to say no? Instead, I simply said, “Of course. I’d love that.”

She grabbed my waistband and tugged me further into her living room. She dropped her shapely ass onto the sofa and pulled down my jeans and briefs. Her hand was warm and strong on my shaft as she worked me to a full erection, and then she sucked my cockhead into her mouth. She rolled her tongue over its tip, and I shut my eyes and moaned softly.

“Watch,” she said softly. “I like it better when a guy watches.”

I had no argument for that. If me watching gave her a thrill, I’d do it. So I stared as she thrust her mouth onto my length, watched her gag a little as her lips touched the base of my cock and fixated on her mouth as she found a satisfying rhythm.

But I was soon at the edge of popping off, so I put my hand in her hair and held her head.

“No more,” I told her, even though I would have loved to thrust into her maw a few more times and coat her tongue with my cream. “I don’t want the night to end too soon.”

Becca sat back and wiped the side of her mouth daintily. I noticed she’d left red streaks of lipstick on my dick.

“Your turn,” I said.

“Well, if you insist.”

We both got totally naked, and she spread herself out on the sofa like a buffet. She was petite but her figure was lush. She parted her legs, and I buried my face between her thighs and licked her pussy. She smelled rich and spicy, and my tongue took a lazy tour of her folds. I found her clit and teased it until she jittered on the sofa. I pushed my fingers inside her and felt her warm walls flex as they allowed my entry. She rocked her body toward my penetrating fingers, and I worked my tongue over her clit faster.

She came with her fingers tugging on my hair until my eyes teared. Her pussy released a rush of juices, and a shiver ran through her as she rode out the final waves of her pleasure.

“Wow, Amy told me you were good at that, but I thought she was biased.”

“And?”

“Not biased.”

I grabbed her playfully, flipped her onto her belly and climbed on the sofa behind her. She pushed her ass back toward me, clearly eager to get to the fucking.

Her cunt was rosy, swollen and glistening with wetness. I pushed my fingers inside her pussy and thrust in deeply. I drove them in and out until she released a frustrated sound.

“Come on, give me your cock,” she said breathlessly.

Without delay, I eased the head of my dick into her warm wetness, gripped her hips and slid in a bit deeper. She tried to push back to rush me, but I was able to hold her steady.

“No hurry,” I said.

“Easy for you to say,” she scoffed.

But suddenly, it wasn’t. Her pussy seemed to ripple around my length, and I wanted to plow her vigorously. I wanted to grab ahold of her and fuck her until I came. I moved a bit faster, but managed to temper myself. Becca tossed back her head as I fucked her, and I grabbed her long hair and wrapped it around my fist.

I imagined explaining the whole scene to Amy, telling her the tale as she licked my cock and eventually settled atop my spike to ride us both to orgasm. The notion almost did me in, so I pushed the thought away and pressed a spit-slickened finger against the pink star of Becca’s asshole.

She made a soft appreciative noise that let me know I had the green light. I pushed my digit in deeper as I fucked her. I pressed my finger against that thin veil of flesh separating her passages. I felt my own cock thrusting into her as her pussy gripped my shaft like a hot, slick fist.

“Smack my ass,” she demanded.

Pulling back my hips, I rubbed my free hand over the swell of her ass, waiting to make her want it so bad she got restless — and she did. Her body seemed to bristle with longing, and that’s when I smacked her. It was a hard, sharp blow that made a loud noise.

“Again,” she hissed.

Once more I acquiesced, slamming my hand against the outer curve of her rear. Upon impact, I felt her ass clutch my finger. I slightly slid my digit out of her butt, then shoved it back in. When she gasped, I struck her again and she practically mewled.

I was running out of patience. I thrust deep inside her velvety snatch, and she reared her body back to force herself onto my rod. Over and over our bodies crashed into each another, and I gruffly announced, “I’m going to come.”

“Fuck me faster,” she demanded.

I knew I didn’t have much left in me, but I did my best to plow her pussy to her specifications. From the movements of her arm, it appeared she had worked her hand beneath her writhing body to finger her clit. Her hand and my cock seemed to be the perfect combination to send her over the edge.

Becca’s rhythmic cries rose in volume until she released a shrill shriek of joy. At the same time, her pussy spasmed wildly. Her contractions milked my cock, and the sensations were enough to trigger my orgasm. I exploded with pleasure, releasing my cream into her with rapid-fire bursts. I continued pummeling her sloppy snatch until the last waves of bliss faded.

I pulled out of her, and we eventually redressed. We chatted and shared a few more drinks until it was time for me to take my leave.

“Time to tell Amy about all of our shenanigans?”

“Yep.”

“Make me sound good,” she said.

“That will take no effort at all,” I assured her.

“I’m glad.” Then she added, “Let her know if she ever needs me — or my man — again. We’re always willing to come out and play.”

“I’ll tell her,” I said with a smile.

In the car, I checked my phone and saw a text from Amy. She’d just gotten in from her date and told me her pussy was still sticky with her lover’s load.

I texted her back to let her know I’d be home soon.

“Good,” she wrote. “I hope your dick still tastes like Becca’s pussy.”

God, I love my horny wife.