My wife was a hot, young coed enjoying spring break with her friends at a seaside resort when I first met her. I was there celebrating a pal’s bachelor party. I am 20 years Andrea’s senior, but we quickly bonded over our love of fine wine, gourmet food, jazz and hot sex.

Our steamy affair led to a marriage that’s been going strong for five years. Recently, we decided to return to the resort to recharge and reconnect.

Truly, seeing my wife happy warms my heart and soothes my soul. Her youthful exuberance and zest for life is intoxicating. Perhaps that’s why I was so tickled to see her join in a game of chicken with two young men we’d met at the pool. They were having such a great time together, so I took it upon myself to invite Gregory and Max to join us later in our suite for a private dinner.

Of course, I had an ulterior motive. I saw the way the men were looking at my wife. Andrea saw it, too. She basked in the glow of their attention, practically preening under their gaze.

As we ate, the men sat on either side of her. They were close enough to touch, and eventually she did. As the meal wound down, my wife reached out and put one hand on each guy’s thigh. I could tell by the way she moved that her palms swept upward to cup their crotches.

“Now that dinner’s over,” she said. “I’m hungry for some dessert.”

The men looked at her, then over at me.

“It’s fine with me. Whatever makes my girl happy,” I told them.

“Getting fucked by two hot men would make me very happy,” Andrea replied.

Gregory was the first to untie his tongue and respond, “I’m down.” He looked at his friend, then back at my wife as he said, “But I want to get a taste of you first.”

I gestured toward Andrea and said, “Eat your fill, sir.”

Gregory stood, offered her his hand and led her to the couch as Max silently trailed close behind. Gregory gave her a nudge, sending her sinking back against the cushions, then he flipped up her sundress, revealing her pussy with its perfectly manicured landing strip.

Max took a seat next to Andrea and busied himself unbuttoning her dress and freeing her breasts, while Gregory dropped to his knees before my girl.

An overwhelming sense of pride enveloped me. Seeing two men covet my wife so openly was a heady experience. I loved knowing I’m in possession of someone so many men want. Sharing her felt like an act of extreme benevolence; they could borrow her body for the evening, but ultimately, her heart belongs to me.

I watched intently as Gregory went down on my wife, while Max massaged her breasts. Andrea just sighed, reveling in their attention. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head tilted back. The only sounds to be heard in the room were her light moans and my shallow breaths.

Andrea’s back arched as Gregory plunged his fingers deep into her pussy. From where I sat, I could see he’d shoved in four fingers at once, leaving only his thumb free. He kept that digit busy, too, I deduced. Judging by the way Andrea’s butt wiggled, I guessed Gregory’s thumb had found its way to her asshole.

All the while, Max kept playing with my wife’s beautiful breasts. They’re soft and plump — perfect for sucking and titty-fucking. I wondered if I would have the pleasure of watching one or both of the men get off by sliding his cock between her full boobs.

But of course, the scene wasn’t mine to direct. On that night, I was merely their audience, content to watch other men get my wife off.

The group certainly did keep me entertained. Gregory’s head bobbed between Andrea’s legs. He hummed a little tune that made the hair on my arms stand on end.

My wife clearly enjoyed the music, as well, and added her voice to the chorus. She let out a long, operatic moan before crying out, “Oh yes! Yes!”

Really getting into the action, she draped her legs over Gregory’s broad shoulders and locked her ankles behind his back. The new position lifted her ass off the couch slightly and pressed her pussy harder against Gregory’s face. As she writhed, he uttered an appreciative grunt.

By that point, Max was sucking Andrea’s tits. He cupped one breast in his hand, while he bathed the other with his tongue. She gasped when he closed his teeth around one turgid nipple and pulled, just a bit, before soothing it with a long, languid kiss.

“Oh God,” Andrea groaned.

She raked her fingers through Max’s hair and held his face tight to her chest.

I found myself wishing we’d invited a third man to dinner. That way I could have watched her having both breasts sucked at the same time her pussy was being eaten.

Andrea dug her heels into the space between Gregory’s shoulder blades, spurring him on. Her free hand dropped onto the couch cushion, her fingernails scraping against the upholstery.

I loved seeing Andrea so overcome. It didn’t matter to me who brought my wife pleasure as long as I was there to bear witness to her bliss. Seeing her happy and fulfilled is the most satisfying experience, one I will never tire of.

Gregory backed away from my wife just in time, so I could see a spurt of nectar eject from her pussy. Then he sealed his lips around her sloppy slit and sucked, slurping up the last bits of her juice. Gregory soon stood and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth.

“Fucking delicious,” he mumbled.

“I want a taste,” Max interjected.

He settled into the space Gregory had just vacated and swiped his tongue over my wife’s weeping sex.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Max concurred.

From my vantage point, I could tell both men’s cocks were tenting their shorts. It was well past time for them to seek their own pleasure, and I was more than ready to witness it all.

Seeming to have read my mind, Gregory reached into his back pocket and produced two condoms. He tossed one at Max and said, “Suit up, bro.”

Suddenly, my view of Andrea was obscured by a whirlwind of clothes. Shorts, T-shirts and boxer briefs flew in every direction, and when the dust settled, two naked studs stood over my nude wife — ready to screw her silly.

They each ripped into the foil condom wrappers and slid the rubbers onto their dicks, while Andrea watched them longingly. Her anticipation was evident in her sparkling eyes.

Just like before, Gregory extended his hand and helped my wife out of her seat, but this time, he towed her in my direction, stopping mere feet from where I sat.

“Wouldn’t want to hide her from your view,” he said, acknowledging my presence for the first time since dinner.

I nodded in agreement, then I watched as Gregory coaxed my wife onto all fours on the floor.

Gregory knelt before my wife’s rear, while Max moved around to her front. Gregory was the first to get his dick wet. Thanks to his earlier efforts, Andrea’s pussy was still soaked and perfectly primed for entry. He held her hips to keep her steady while he sank his shaft inside, then he wound her long, blonde locks around his wrist and tilted her head back until her mouth was level with his friend’s erection.

“Open wide,” Gregory growled.

Of course, my wife obliged. She dropped her jaw and angled her eyes upward, looking at the man whose dick hovered a hair’s breadth from her lips.

Without hesitation, Max drove his dick into my wife’s mouth until her lips reached its base. I know from experience that Andrea’s throat is a wide-open channel. You can fuck her mouth hard and fast, and she can take it.

The men high-fived when they were both balls-deep in my wife. The connection seemed to help them find their rhythm together.

My wife bounced between them. When Gregory withdrew, Max sank deeper. When Max retreated, Gregory was buried to the hilt. The pattern continued like this for a while. Back and forth they moved, making my wife rock like a pendulum.

The sounds of Andrea’s moans changed when her mouth was muffled by Max’s girth. Her vocals seemed to have the same effect on Max as Gregory’s humming did on her earlier. Max’s eyes were screwed so tight they crinkled at the edges. He gripped her head, holding her tight while he pounded his dick into her mouth.

I looked back at Gregory and found he was unraveling. He gritted his teeth, and his movements grew choppy. The fingers that rested on my wife’s ass flexed, digging into her pillow-soft flesh.

Within seconds, the sounds of both men’s grunts and groans echoed throughout the suite. Their movements slowed, and gradually they withdrew from my wife before collapsing in a heap on the floor.

I gave them all a moment to recover before I stood and collected my wife. I pulled her into my lap and stroked her back, while I buried my nose against her neck. Her familiar perfume was there, but so, too, was the scent of both men. I took a deep breath, soaking it all in, then I thanked them both.

“Anytime,” Gregory said as he collected his clothes. “Seriously.”

I held Andrea in my arms long after the guys left, silently plotting our next adventure. After all, there were many more men to be had at the resort, and my girl deserves the best.