Frank had last watched me with another guy ages ago. That sort of activity had kind of slipped by the wayside for us. But when the chef at the newly opened restaurant came out from the kitchen to ask how our dinner was, I knew that had to change. Pronto.

Chef Matt was tall and handsome. His white teeth were just crooked enough in the front to make his smile interesting. He had dark hair and blue eyes and wore a traditional chef’s jacket and checkered pants.

We assured him the Gouda bacon sliders were to die for and the seafood nachos were just as good. And the recommended craft beer had complemented our meals perfectly.

As we spoke, Matt’s gaze lingered on my cleavage so intensely I could almost feel it, and I shifted in my seat. My pussy was growing wet with an appetite of its own.

Frank wasn’t oblivious. He saw Matt checking me out, and I saw him shift, too. Beneath the tiny table, he ran his leg up the inside of my calf. The sensation made me jump slightly, and I giggled, which made Matt smile.

“Maybe we can buy you a drink later,” I said. “To celebrate a successful opening and one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”

He agreed, said he’d meet us at the lounge down the block in two hours, and then he ducked back into the kitchen.

Frank leaned forward, and his hand found my knee underneath my skirt. Then it slid a bit higher up my thigh.

“You want to fuck him,” he said to me. It wasn’t a question.

I nodded. I’d been the one to invite Matt for a drink. I’d been the one looking him dead in the eye and then studying the steady thump of his pulse at the base of his throat. I’d checked him out thoroughly and liked what I’d seen. And though checkered pants can be deceiving, I was pretty certain I wouldn’t be disappointed in the cock department, either.

“I want him to fuck me, and I want you to watch the whole thing, baby. I want you to see him take me. I want you to see me suck his dick, and then ride it until I gush.”

Frank opened his mouth, but then closed it again before saying, “You always know how to leave me speechless.”

I grinned as I told him, “I just like to keep things interesting.”

“No worries in that department, babe.”

When it was time to meet Matt for that drink, my panties were practically soaked.

It wasn’t much work to ply him with booze, invite him home and promise him the fuck of his life — under the watchful eyes of my husband, of course.

Being a smart man, he instantly took me up on that offer and agreed to follow our car home.

During the entire journey, I kept checking the mirror on my sun visor, catching glimpses of Matt driving behind us each time. The sight made me beyond horny.

Frank reached over, pushed his hand under my skirt and into my panties. He fingered my pussy, dragging his drenched fingertip over my clit and making me gasp. I seized his hand and pushed it against my pussy. He sank two fingers inside me and pressed the heel of his hand against my clit. Raising my ass off the seat, I pumped my hips upward, fucking his fingers. The closer we got to the house, the wetter my cunt became.

As Frank guided the car into our driveway, I clutched his wrist and came with a cry and a shudder.

“Ready?” Frank asked.

“Yeah,” I told him. “That just took the edge off.”

I nodded, and Frank leaned over and kissed me. While our lips were locked, his hand strayed up to pinch my nipple through my blouse.

“He has no idea how lucky he is — or what he’s in for.”

That was true.

Once indoors, I didn’t give Matt much time to absorb the situation. I took off his jacket. His pecs were strong and his shoulders broad. I trailed a finger down the front of his white tee. The muscles of his stomach galloped as my finger slid over his belly, betraying his arousal.

My husband was nearby, leaning against a wall. I stepped closer to Matt, practically feeling Frank’s anticipation radiating behind me.

I kissed Matt roughly and popped the button on his pants. I tore down his zipper and pushed down his waistband, so his pants slid low on his lips. Matt’s cock strained against the front of his boxer briefs. I seized his hard-on and stroked it through the warm cotton of his undies as I whispered, “Are you glad you accepted our invitation?”

His gaze was back on my cleavage as he said, “Very much so, my dear.”

“Would you like to touch me?” I asked, popping his bare cock over the top of his waistband and swiping my thumb along the underside of his dickhead.

His eyes drifted shut, and he nodded and reached for me. But I dodged his hand and said, “You need to wait. I need to do something first.”

I dropped to my knees, clasping my hands behind my back. I did that for Frank. I knew it would make his rod hard to see that submissive gesture. Leaning in, I licked the tip of Matt’s cock. It bobbed eagerly, and I laughed softly to myself. Then I captured the head of his dick between my lips and pushed my mouth down the shaft as far as I could. I gulped him down, licking and sucking him.

Matt drove himself deep into my mouth and throat, and I sucked in air through my nose. I heard Frank sighing at the sight of me gobbling another man’s cock. When Matt was close to coming, I pulled away and sank back on my haunches. Looking up at him, I licked my lips and then stood.

“Now you can touch me,” I said, taking one of his hands and sliding it beneath my skirt.

Beneath my panties, Matt found me wet — just as my husband had. He pushed a finger between my folds and into my pussy, stroking me and petting me until I gasped.

As good as that felt, I nudged him away. Then I took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. Frank was right behind us, eagerly following along to continue watching the show.

I undressed slowly, letting both men watch me strip. Then I draped myself across the white comforter, spread my legs and said, “Touch me, Matt.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He dragged his palms along my flanks, making my skin erupt in goose bumps. His fingertips drifted over my nipples, circling them until they stood up in stiff peaks. Then he leaned in and licked each nub slowly, taking his time to savor them both.

Matt slid a hand between my legs once again, cupping my mound. His hand was hot and large. Then his fingers slid into me, and I heard his breath hitch. He flexed his digits, curling them against my wet walls, and when he seemed to have met the limit of his patience, he told me, “I can’t wait anymore.”

I understood that feeling. I tugged him upward, so his body covered mine. He pushed himself between my thighs, and his hard cock brushed against my pussy.

I made eye contact with my handsome husband. He leaned there against the wall, watching eagerly. His own hard-on was pressing against the front of his pants.

Later, Frank would take me and claim what was his. He’d make me come over and over again before finally sliding into me and filling me up with his cock. My heart leapt at the thought.

Then Matt slid into me on a single hard thrust, and my toes curled. I gasped, rocking my hips up to take him a bit deeper. Every thrust drove him further into my wetness, and his pelvic bone bumped my thrumming clit.

I held on to his broad shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin. He grunted, sliding his hands beneath my ass. His body was pressed against me then, his chest smashing my breasts flat. We were belly to belly as his teeth grazed my throat. He gave me a swift bite, and the sensation went straight to my cunt.

He delivered another bite. This one to my shoulder, and my pussy rippled with the force of my sudden orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as I came.

I stiff-armed him back and demanded, “Get on your back.”

Matt rolled onto his back. I glanced at Frank in time to see him give his cock a subtle stroke through his pants.

I straddled Matt and settled my aroused pussy right below his crotch. I took his cock in hand and started to stroke him, giving him squeezes here and there.

He bucked up, watching me intently.

I wiggled my ass, knowing what that would do to my husband. He claims my heart-shaped ass is his favorite part of my anatomy, and he loves staring at it.

“You want to come?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“I think I can help with that,” I said.

I moved up, letting him feel my soft heat, my wetness. I rubbed his cockhead along my slit. I pushed onto him, sinking down an inch at a time and moving so slowly I thought he’d lose his mind.

At the last moment, I jammed myself down quickly, taking his erection into my body all at once.

“There it is,” I said. “Fuck me, and I’ll fuck you.”

He seized my hips and thrust up from under me. I rocked my hips, working him in deeper. His cock brushed my G-spot, and I ground down on him to keep it there. I moved my hips from side to side as he squeezed me roughly. The bite of his fingers digging into the meat of my hips made me hot. It was possessive and bold. I clenched my pussy around him as hard as I could, and he gasped.

I heard Frank release an echoing gasp. He sounded like he was enjoying the show.

I leaned forward, moving eagerly and grinding my clit against his body. I was so close to coming, so fucking close.

Matt grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me down and kissed me. His tongue slid along mine as he jerked up from under me over and over again. He was on the edge, too.

“I’m going to come,” Matt said through gritted teeth.

I moved faster, squeezed harder and pressed against him, and then I exploded. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, and Matt moaned as my release triggered his.

He came with a groan, his hard body jittering beneath mine.

I fell to the side with my messy hair in my face and my heart beating wildly as I asked, “So, did everyone have fun? Because I sure did.”