Dolores is a firecracker. It’s why I love her. It’s why I married her. But that certainly doesn’t mean I need to keep her all to myself. She’s too good.

We each started having extracurricular date nights in the third year of our marriage. She sets up mine and sometimes comes along to shadow, quietly watching the festivities. I set up hers and more often than not like to be there.

It works wonders for both of us and our sex life. At the same time, it bonds us tightly together.

She’d recently made some remarks about wanting to submit to someone. So I set up a date with Kane, a guy I knew from a local bar. He’d told me about some of his recent conquests and what went down between the sheets. Kane liked dominating his dates, and Dolores was interested in submitting. So he was perfect.

I surprised her one night after dinner at home by handing her a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra.

“What are these for?” she asked in a curious voice. “A vacation? An overnight somewhere?”

“A date,” I said.

She looked immediately intrigued and begged, “Do tell.”

“It’s a date with a guy I know. He’s a good-looking guy, and he likes to… be in control.”

She gasped and grabbed my hand as she asked, “Will you be there to watch? To see me submit?”

“Of course.”

Seconds later, she was on her knees, tearing open my pants. Before I knew it, her warm mouth was surrounding my cock, sucking me feverishly.

Seconds before I blew my load, I pushed her back, stood and turned her to face the table. She planted her hands on the tabletop and wagged her ass at me. I yanked down her pants and her tiny blue undies. Then I jammed my cock into her cunt, fucking her in a frenzy.

She came first, and I followed soon afterward, both of us braced against the dinner table, breathing heavily.

I couldn’t wait for her date with Kane.

Before heading to the hotel room I’d rented for her tryst, the three of us hit the city’s winter festival. We wandered the cold streets, drinking mulled wine and wandering through the outdoor market.

It was easy to see Kane’s attraction to my wife, and it was easy to spot Dolores’s excitement about fucking Kane. Her gaze followed him wherever he wandered, and when she wasn’t watching him, he was watching her.

At one point, Dolores reached over and grazed the crotch of my jeans. My cock immediately stiffened. She kept flashing Kane sexy looks, which pushed me past my patience. I called it at nine o’clock and suggested we head to the hotel.

I’d reserved a room on the top floor. Its windows looked out over the harbor. I took off my jacket and settled in a wingback chair by the edge of the bed, which looked older than me.

“I think it’s well past time you two get at it,” I said. “You’ve been eye-fucking each other all night.”

Dolores clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.

But Kane didn’t look amused. Instead, he looked dead serious. He whipped off his sweater and dropped it on the floor, and he was out of his jeans and boxers before I could count to five. His cock was a rock-hard rod pointing toward my wife.

Dolores casually unwound her scarf from around her neck. I had to smile. She’s always been an expert in the art of seduction. She dropped the scarf on the bed, then took off her coat. She took her time stripping off her clothes and gradually revealed the pretty lingerie I’d given her. But she soon removed the bra and panties and was finally fully naked.

Kane released a little growl, and his reaction was not unlike mine the first time I’d seen Dolores nude. He tugged her forward by her wrist, and she approached him willingly — all smooth flesh, wondrous curves and flowing, dark hair.

She stood before him with her head slightly bowed. My cock twitched at the sight.

Kane grazed the bottom of her chin with a finger and ordered, “On your knees with your hands behind your back.”

She obeyed, and he grabbed his cock to trace its head along her lower lip. She extended her tongue and attempted to flick it against his crown, but he barked, “Stop.”

Dolores looked confused. But I could tell from the way she shifted her body that she was wet between her legs, absolutely horny and ready to fuck.

He stepped back until she settled down, then he moved in close again, dragging his erection over her pouty lip.

I could see the tension inside her. She wanted to take him into her mouth and suck him. She wanted it badly, but she knew she had to let him run the show.

My cock twitched, and my pulse picked up.

Finally, he gathered her long hair in his fist and held it as he pushed his rod into her pretty mouth.

She grunted and teetered on her knees, doing her best to take every thrust he delivered. He tugged her hair, and I could see tears sparkling at the corners of her eyes.

Dolores reached up her hand to steady herself, and he let go of her hair before stepping back.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands behind your back?”

She nodded, looking nervous.

Kane sat on the edge of the bed and demanded, “Crawl to me.”

I watched transfixed as she obeyed. Dolores sat at his feet awaiting his next instructions. Color was high in her cheeks and along her décolletage. I wanted so badly to reach out and stroke it, to trail my finger from her blushing cheeks, down between her full breasts, over her stomach, and finally between her luscious thighs. To find her heat and her puffy clit.

Instead, I watched as he guided her over his lap. Then he said softly, “Count to ten. That’s good for a beginner.”

He landed a blow on her ass, and it shook her. She shut her eyes and muttered a breathy, “One.” By the time Kane got to five, she was squirming. Her ass was a luscious strawberry red, and my cock was as hard as stone.

Pausing to push two fingers into her pussy, he worked her until she was making desperate noises. Then when she’d fully sunk into her pleasure, he resumed the blows.

“Six!” Dolores shouted.

He soothed her flushed skin with soft strokes of his hand before laying down blows seven and eight.

I found the display as sexy as fuck, and I couldn’t wait to get her home. Her pussy would be full of jizz and swollen from her orgasms — and I’d fuck her until we both were overcome by pleasure and fully spent.

Swats nine and ten came fast and hard, and by then, she was desperately trying not to move but failing. I saw a smile flash across Kane’s face.

He helped her up and then tugged her close. He picked up the long scarf she’d laid on the bed, wound it around her upper body — not too tightly — and bound her arms to her torso. He helped her straddle his lap and fully mount his rod.

“That’s a good girl. You earned this,” he crooned softly to her.

He wrapped his muscular arms around her and helped her slide up and down his hard length. She sighed, her head titled back, as she surrendered to him.

He thrust up from under her, fucking her in hard, even strokes.

Kane was holding my wife with his cock buried deep in her pussy. The sight made my balls ache.

I dragged my hand over my clothed erection, which was straining against my jeans. I imagined how it would feel to take her. I’d reclaim her hot, wet pussy and her soft, willing mouth.

Dolores rocked on his lap as he fucked her. When he leaned in and bit her slender neck, she cried out and arched her back. Her arms fought against her bonds as the full force of her orgasm hit her.

As she calmed down, he lifted her off his lap and brushed her hair back.

“On your knees,” he said.

He helped her keep her balance as she sank to the carpet.

Kane dragged his cock over her lips again, pushing it past them. He filled her willing mouth, again gripping her hair in his hand. He tugged her tresses just enough to make her shiver and groan.

He soon increased his pace, fucking her face much faster. Every thrust rocked her back slightly. With her arms bound, she tried so very hard to keep her balance. After a moment, she lost the battle, tipping to her side.

“Oh, baby,” Kane said. “You tried so hard.”

He rolled her onto her belly and smacked her rosy ass all over again. Six swift blows that had her wriggling like the prettiest little worm.

Kane moved behind her, unraveled the scarf and hiked her up onto her hands and knees. He held her hips, entered her swiftly and fucked her roughly.

She sighed, hanging her head and giving herself over to him. Her big eyes briefly found mine, and my cock twitched in my pants.

Kane tugged her hair and galloped toward the finish line. His face was that of a man losing control.

Dolores smiled for a split second and came all over again. The excitement of her submission and the fulfillment of her fantasy tipped her over the edge.

My wife’s beautiful body trembled, her tight pussy no doubt working his dick. It all got the best of him. Kane went rigid, his fingers biting into Dolores’s hips so intensely they blanched the flesh all around them.

When he was done with her, he sat back on his haunches and dropped a kiss on her ass. He praised her and stroked her and then helped her stand.

He said in her ear, “I think your husband has his own plans for you now.”

That was the truth; I certainly did.