Shortly after our wedding, I confused my wife by encouraging her to have sex with other men.

I honestly didn’t know why I was doing it. Some instinct had me pointing out guys to her at parties or on the street. I would make sly suggestive comments. Whenever she found another man attractive, it sent a boner-making thrill through me.

I didn’t understand it. After all, I loved Sandy with all my heart, and the sex we had was off-the-charts great. But some inexplicable impulse had me wanting to see her get fucked by strange guys.

One time at a social occasion, I quietly asked her if she thought a particular dark-haired man was hot. Sandy pulled me outside and said sharply, “What’s with you, Trav? I have never had a guy point out other guys to me! And just for the record, I do think that dude’s hot. Super-hot.”

“Do you want to fuck him?” I was shocked to hear myself ask.

Sandy looked stunned, too. But she answered truthfully. “I do. I want his cock inside me. But I’m married to you!”

Her saying she wanted to fuck that guy made my heart soar and my cock go rock-hard. I said, “You can fuck him if I can watch. Deal?”

We sealed that deal the same night. It took some awkward negotiating, but the dark-haired guy — Daniel — came to our place. He and Sandy fucked on our bed while I stood in the hall, watching through the cracked door. It was incredibly exciting. Seeing Sandy writhe on top of Daniel’s cock and watching her ass bounce as he plowed her doggy-style got me so worked up I shot off without touching myself. Sandy said she came like crazy knowing I was watching them.

That night we discovered our true natures. And it’s been a perfect marriage ever since.

One of the best times we had was when I was working at a porno theater. The place was nicknamed the Va-Va-Voom Room, and I ran the projector. It was kind of a retro thing, showing skin flicks to an actual live audience, but apparently the 30-seat theater turned a nice profit.

Sandy had a bartending job. One night, there was a gas leak in the building next to the bar and the whole block got evacuated. Sandy phoned and said she was coming by the theater.

“I’m stuck up in the projection booth,” I told her. “I won’t be able to see you.”

She laughed naughtily. “Oh, you’ll see me!”

I was trembling with anticipation as I played reels of fuck footage for the usual crowd of solitary men below my booth. It was hot up there, with the projector going. Sweat stuck my T-shirt to my back.

On the screen two porn-tastic women were making a big-dicked guy’s dreams come true. There wasn’t any flagrant jerking off going on in the audience. The men were pretty subtle about it. I counted 17 males in attendance.

Then a new person came up the aisle, and suddenly, it was 17 men — and one woman. Sandy!

She had dressed for tips at the bar with a black top that emphasized her perky tits and jeans that hugged her scrumptious ass. She sashayed along, slinky and predatory, and halted in the middle of the aisle. Women came to the shows sometimes, but always with dates.

Sandy looked around in the flickering dimness and grinned broadly. She slung her purse onto an empty seat and put her hands on her hips. Her eyes flicked up at the little window where I was eagerly watching.

Meanwhile, every other set of eyes — formerly watching the sex on the screen — were now fastened on my wife. Those eyes must have popped out of their skulls as Sandy, still grinning, ran her hands up her shapely body. As she sensuously closed them over her tits, she let out a sultry moan that rivaled those playing on the movie’s soundtrack.

My cock throbbed in my pants. I blinked sweat out of my eyes. My heart beat at a crazy speed.

Sandy kneaded her breasts for a long sensual moment. Her hard nipples stood out boldly against the snug top. Then she slipped her fingers under the shirt and drew it up her taut body, baring gym-toned abs. Even up where I was, I heard the crowd’s collective indrawn breath of excitement as her tits came into view. These guys couldn’t fucking believe what they were seeing!

“All eyes were on those trophy-worthy tits.”

She tossed aside the top. Sandy has unruly blonde hair, and it had come out of its tie when she’d removed her shirt. It spilled around her shoulders and framed her lovely face, but all eyes were on those trophy-worthy tits, tanned mounds topped with luscious pink nips.

Right then I could hardly believe I was the man who was married to this woman, who had the privilege of making love to that body over and over. But at the moment I wasn’t thinking about fucking Sandy. I was thinking about somebody else fucking her. Somebodies, in fact — a thing I’d never watched her do before.

Down in the aisle she was pinching her nipples and giving out more moans that sounded like growls. The men in the seats were sitting stock-still. I could only see the backs of their heads, but I imagined their stunned expressions and excited flushes.

The dazzling grin hadn’t left Sandy’s face. She unbuttoned her ass-hugging jeans and started to bump-and-grind them off her hips. Her trimmed blonde pubes came into view. As soon as that happened, one man stood up.

Sandy surveyed him up and down. I could see he was one of the Va-Va-Voom Room’s regulars, a handsome guy in his 30s. He was tall and well-muscled. When Sandy gave him a nod, he took off his jacket. She shimmied the jeans down her toned legs and stepped out of them.

The man removed his shirt as he approached her. Sandy reached out and grabbed him by the belt buckle, pulling him closer. She hooked her other arm around his neck and drew him down into an open-mouthed kiss.

She worked his fly as they Frenched. I watched her bring his hard cock into view. He shivered visibly as she handled him expertly, sliding her hand up and down his shaft. He squeezed her tits and put his other hand on her lush ass.

Up on the screen, forgotten, the movie had shifted to different performers. Now two horse-hung men were filling a cute redhead from both ends. But that surely seemed pale drama to this audience, who had the live thing right in front of them.

The tall man was fingering Sandy from behind. She was grinding back onto those digits, taking them deep into her pussy. With furious jerks she worked his cock.

After a minute of that, it was time for the real deal. I watched, my whole body tingling, as Sandy directed the man to lie down on the carpeted aisle. His cock stood straight up, which appeared to suit Sandy just fine as she straddled him and lowered herself onto the straining shaft. I saw that meat disappear up inside her, and it was like a switch being thrown in my brain. My already hard cock surged into a state of absolute rigidity.

Suddenly I had to get out of my clothes. I flung them into various corners of the projection booth, then returned to my spy window to watch my beautiful wife ride another man’s cock in front of an audience of strangers.

She’d planted her feet and was lifting and dropping on that shaft. The muscles of her legs flexed. Her hair swayed as her head swung from side to side. An expression of frantic lust contorted her face. The man reached up to maul her bouncing tits.

The other men in the theater all sat scattered throughout the seats. As Sandy impaled herself over and over on her new lover, the rest of the crowd stood and moved closer. I saw them gazing rapturously at my wife.

Sandy worked herself harder and faster on the man. I recognized all the signs of her approaching climax. My cock pulsed in sympathy. I knew how good it felt when she clenched down during climax.

She put back her head and let out a shriek that drowned the movie’s artificial crows of excitement. The man underneath her bucked and writhed, and I knew he was jetting up into her sweet pussy, filling her with cream.

I thought for a moment there that the eager onlookers were going to applaud. But as Sandy stood, staggering slightly, I saw her looking the other men over. Some were too shy to meet her gaze. They were plainly just there to watch, like me. A few bolder ones stared back at her, grinning.

Sandy stretched her tawny naked body, then turned and bent over one of the seats. She gripped the armrest and thrust up her succulently molded ass. Turning her head, she picked out a guy from the crowd. He had a fringe of beard. He stepped forward, fumbling at his clothes.

When he had stripped, he moved in behind Sandy. His cock was fully hard. As he spread Sandy’s ass cheeks and started working himself into her pussy from behind, I reached down and took my own meat in hand. I was as stiff as oak, throbbing with urgent need. As the bearded man began to stroke into Sandy, I slowly jerked myself.

Even though she knew I was up here watching, I could enjoy the illusion that I was secretly spying on her. That was part of the whole delicious thrill of this. It felt forbidden. Though Sandy and I had made many arrangements with men to participate in our particular brand of kink, I had never confided to any of my friends about the sex life she and I loved so desperately.

I savored it now, though, gazing down as the bearded guy fucked her from behind. He was stroking hard into her. I saw the ripple of her flesh with every lovely impact. She bucked back against him. Her head whipped back and forth, and her mouth opened in a howl of pleasure.

Some of the other men were overcoming their shyness, apparently. Several had taken out their dicks, probably unable to help themselves. They jerked themselves, glassy-eyed and breathless. I pumped my cock as well. Sweat streamed down my body, flowing in rivulets over my muscled torso, along my strong limbs.

The bearded fucker kept up a heavy steady rhythm. He grinned, obviously enjoying being on display as much as he was liking the wet grip of my wife’s pussy on his cock. Sandy’s backbone went suddenly stiff, and I watched another orgasm rip through her beautiful body.

Her climax seemed to set off the final throes for the man with the beard. He pounded her a few more frenzied times, then — I guess because this was a porno theater — he whipped his cock out of her cunt and sprayed his generous load over her ass and back.

“She bent forward, offering her exposed ass to the blond man.”

This time an appreciative cheer did go up from the audience. Sandy, still wearing that grin, sat down in the seat she’d been braced over. She beckoned to another of the males, one with his cock already in hand. This was a young sheepish-looking guy, but he came obediently forward.

Sandy boldly took hold of his staff. He jumped like he’d been hit with an electrical current. She tugged him even closer and turned in her seat. I groaned in my little booth as I watched her close her lips around his swollen cockhead. Sandy gives the best head I’ve ever known, so I knew how good her tongue felt as it wriggled over this man’s knob. She swallowed his shaft inch by inch. Her cheeks flattened in around him. She cradled his balls, kneading them softly.

She sucked him right down to the root, burying her nose in his dark curls. She held there a moment, fearlessly deep-throating the lucky bastard, then drew her mouth back up. His cock gleamed with her spit.

Ferociously, she fell into a perfect cock-sucking tempo. Her blonde head bobbed up and down on that pole. The other men leaned in to observe, but luckily nobody blocked my view. She blew the young guy like a pro. His hands tentatively touched her head. She must have grunted him some encouragement because he soon wound his fingers into her hair and started to fuck her face.

I knew how much she liked having her tonsils banged. I also knew that a big part of the thrill she had to be feeling right now was due to me watching her. From the very first night, with that guy Daniel, she had said how hot it was to have me seeing her fuck other men. It was a thrill so strange and potent she couldn’t even explain it to herself. It made her feel both vulnerable and cherished, she’d said.

The young guy was losing control. He was humping wildly at Sandy’s mouth, his whole body shaking. I pulled at my shank, ready to jet at any second. Right then, though, the tiny bell rang, which indicated it was time to change the reel on the film. I ignored it, of course. No one was watching the stupid movie anyway. But it distracted me enough that I held back my climax and just enjoyed watching the young man unload all over Sandy’s gorgeous face. She caught pearly strands of his release on her tongue. Several of the men watching shot off at the same time.

The Va-Va-Voom Room’s screen flickered with white blankness. Sandy arose from her seat, naked among all those men, lovely body glistening with sweat and semen. She adopted the same stance as when she’d made her entrance a short time ago. With her hands on her hips, she looked around triumphantly.

But I knew she wasn’t done. There was one last sweet hole to fill.

She turned in a slow circle. She had her choice of any of these horny studs. The only unavailable man was me, up in my booth.

The man she chose to fuck her in the ass was an Adonis type as blond as she was. This guy had a boxer’s physique, which everybody got a good look at when he peeled off his clothes. Veins lined his powerful arms and legs. He had firm pecs and abs. He also had a sizable cock, almost as big as mine.

He spat on his fingers and lubed up Sandy’s asshole, as she’d instructed him. Still in the middle of the aisle, she had two of the other men brace her arms as she bent forward, offering her exposed ass to the blond man. He stepped into place and slowly worked his fat cockhead into her cinching ring.

Sandy loves it when I ream her ass, and I love watching other men get in there as well. I’m proud to have a wife who can bring so much pleasure to the world.

The blond guy eased his way into my bride, until his balls were mashed up against her taut backside. Then he set his feet, gripped her hips, and started stroking in and out of her tight hole.

She had considerately angled the scene so I had the best possible view. I watched that big cock disappear repeatedly into her ass. I saw her wriggle and heard her cry out. I observed the other men who held her, wide-eyed, and the ones who came forward to fondle her tits or stroke her hair or back. It was like they were worshippers, gathering around a sex goddess.

Above, I moaned and pumped my cock. The blond man fucked her harder. Sandy ground back against his welcome intrusions. He sped up, the sounds of smacking flesh filling the little theater.

When she cried out a fierce high-pitched note, I saw the blond guy quivering and shaking, too. He was spunking inside her ass. At the same instant, I geysered my juice all over the projection booth’s walls and floor and window.

Dazed, I looked down on Sandy through those streaks of semen. We were so lucky to have met each other. I love being married to her.

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