Just like it’s fun to be a spectator supporting your favorite sports team, I find it extremely entertaining to sit back, relax and watch another man really plow my wife.

We don’t let the fact that we live in a small village deter us from meeting men locally. Why leave town when the wine bar down the block from our house is always teeming with adventurous horndogs? The risk of later running into one of Jenna’s conquests around town is part of the fun.

One night, we even brought the bartender home with us.

Ryan was very receptive to Jenna’s advances. It didn’t take long for the three of us to decide to move the party back to our place after his shift.

When we bring a guy home, we always head straight for the bedroom. Once he leaves, my wife and I crawl under the rumpled sheets together. Sometimes, the scent of the guy’s aftershave will linger on our bedding long after he’s gone.

That night was no different. Jenna escorted Ryan to the bedroom as I followed close behind. She took her time climbing onto the mattress, angling her body so both Ryan and I could see up her skirt. She wore no underwear, so the plush lips of her shaved pussy were visible. They peeked out seductively from beneath the thick curves of her ass cheeks.

While Jenna got comfortable, I settled into a chair facing the foot of the bed.

Watching Jenna take charge of a sexual situation was its own aphrodisiac. No one commands a room — or a man — like my Jenna.

She crooked her finger, beckoning Ryan to come closer. When his knees bumped up against the side of the bed, she pushed him back a step, stood before him and wrapped his tie around her wrist to pull him close to her.

“That’s right, baby. Go get him,” I muttered.

Jenna cocked her head to the side and said, “You hear that? My husband likes to watch me work.”

A saucy smile played at the corners of her lips. She gave the tie another tug.

“I hope you’ll tie me up tonight,” she said.

“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” Ryan replied.

Using his tie like a leash, Jenna yanked Ryan ever closer and told him, “The lady wants a kiss.”

As their lips met, her tongue darted into his mouth and Ryan’s hand dropped from her lower back to her ass.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Such a naughty boy.”

She leaned back and loosened the knot on his tie, clearly intent on stripping him.

She whipped off the tie and tossed it to the side before turning her attention to his shirt. One at a time, she popped open his buttons, slowly revealing a chiseled chest dusted with dark hair.

She ran her hands over the hard plane of his abdomen and up to his pecs and murmured, “Someone works out. I love a man who lifts.”

Right on cue, Ryan hooked his arm around Jenna’s waist, grabbing her and dipping her.

“Oh,” she giggled, kicking her feet playfully. “Henry, do you see how strong Ryan is?”

She ran her hands over his sculpted biceps to really drive the point home.

“I do, my dear,” I responded.

Jenna pulled her lips into a pretty little pout before saying, “Now, how does a strapping man like you find himself in a married woman’s bedroom. You’re not a bad boy, are you?”

Ryan smirked. “I can be.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” she said.

Ryan dropped her onto the mattress, and she moved to the top of the bed. She leaned back to lounge among the pillows and stretched her arms over

her head.

“Come and get me, bad boy.”

Ryan pounced on Jenna. He scrambled to grab his discarded tie, fumbling with the slippery silk as he worked to wind it around her wrists while she squirmed.

After successfully securing my wife to our brass headboard, Ryan leaned back to inspect his handiwork and growled, “You’re right where I want you.”

He flopped onto the mattress, caging Jenna’s body with his own when he

landed.

“Now it’s your turn to tell me about you. I bet a little housewife like you gets herself in all sorts of trouble.”

“Well,” she said in her breathiest damsel-in-distress voice, “it’s so hard to be satisfied with the same man in my bed every night. Sometimes a girl needs a young, handsome guy like yourself to” — she paused to bite her lower lip before continuing — “take care of things. Right now, I’m in need of a man who’s excellent at laying pipe. Are you…fit for the job?”

As Ryan tugged open the bow holding closed Jenna’s wrap dress, he said, “Let me show you my qualifications.”

He gyrated his hips, grazing Jenna’s pussy with his bulge. His hand skimmed over her torso, traveling through the valley between her breasts before opening the dress and exposing her beautiful body.

“Well, now I feel overdressed,” Ryan said.

Without further ado, he yanked off his unbuttoned shirt and tossed it over his shoulder before shucking his pants.

“Now where were we?” he mused.

Ryan rocked his hips against Jenna’s slit again, but this time, his thick, hard cock brushed over her naked skin.

“Oh, yes,” Jenna moaned. “More!”

Ryan rolled his hips again, applying a bit more pressure than before. His shaft parted her folds, which enveloped him.

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

Resting on his hands, he held himself up and shimmied down until his head was hovering over my wife’s pussy. She hummed with pleasure when he kissed her inner thigh. He turned his head to do the same on the other side, adding an extra nibble and a soothing kiss.

Jenna really liked that, kicking her legs and saying, “Oh, you dirty boy.”

Lost in lust, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, soaking it all in.

“You’re so fucking wet,” her murmured against her mound.

He lapped at her pussy, using his tongue to massage her soft, sensitive flesh. He traveled up one side of her gash to make a pit stop at her clit before heading down the other side.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yesss, oh, yes!”

He sucked on each of her pussy lips, causing her to release a wall-rattling moan.

“Now you’re ready for me,” Ryan said, brimming with confidence.

He propped his arms on either side of her torso and caressed her breast with his cheek. His nose bumped against her nipple. He opened his mouth and trapped it between his lips, giving it a good tug.

“Oh fuck,” Jenna groaned.

She raked her fingers through Ryan’s hair and arched her back, as if she was trying to shove her breast deeper into his mouth.

Her bound hands were balled into fists as she released little whimpers of frustration.

He finally stopped teasing her, grabbed his dick and took aim at her pussy hole.

“Yes! Fuck me, Ryan,” Jenna begged.

She wrapped her legs around the bartender’s hips and dug her heels into his ass as he pounded her relentlessly.

Ryan picked up speed. His muscles tensed from the exertion, making the dimples in his ass cheeks grow deeper. His hips hammered away at her, quickly pushing them both to the brink.

Jenna’s legs began to shake, which I knew was a telltale sign she was close to climaxing.

“Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes,” she cried.

She slammed her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips, meeting Ryan thrust for thrust. His hips kept moving as he growled savagely and pumped his seed into my wife.

Once they were spent, Ryan freed Jenna from her restraints, thanked us for an incredible evening and left.

Jenna sat up at the edge of the bed, facing the doorway. Her legs were parted and dangling over the side of the mattress. She slapped her hands on her knees and skated them up her thighs as she said, “Come on, Henry. Suck his come out of me.”

Thick, white goo l leaked from her pussy, giving her the look of a sweet, cream-filled doughnut.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and swiped my tongue over her slippery snatch. Once I was sure I’d swabbed all the spunk from her crotch, I zeroed in on her hole and sealed my lips around the edges.

“That’s right, baby, eat it all up,” she cooed encouragingly.

She ran her fingers through my hair, letting her hand rest just above the nape of my neck.

That’s when I started to suck. I slurped the cream out of her pussy and let it slide down my throat. When suction wasn’t enough to empty her out, I wiggled my tongue inside and scooped out every last drop.

After I’d finished, I looked at my wife with a huge smile on my face.

She leaned forward and used her thumb to wipe my chin clean.

“Missed a spot,” she said with a wink. “Now take off your clothes and get in bed with me.”

I got naked and clambered onto the bed with my hot wife. When I pulled the sheets over us, I caught a whiff of Ryan’s cologne. Perfect.

I threw my arm over Jenna, holding her close as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the memories of her fucking a different man.