I watched Milos as he hustled our food to the table.

We frequented the Greek restaurant as often as possible. The food was amazing, the service was great, the ambience was genuine, and the people were friendly. Missy had even managed to charm the recipe for their salad dressing out of the owner.

Milos sat our food down and stepped back, looking proud. “The chef gave you extra shrimp, Missy,” he said, winking.

I watched the way my wife shifted in her chair as her cheeks grew rosy.

“I won’t tell a soul — and thank him, please.”

“Only the best for our most beautiful customer.”

There she went, blushing again. I began to watch my wife watch Milos.

He poured out the remainder of our carafe of wine, gave us a short bow and hurried off.

Missy’s eyes lingered on him as he departed.

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?”

She dropped her fork into her salad and eyed me up, all faux innocence and trilling laughter. “Of course not.”

“Oh, Jesus, why would you pretend not to?” I said, sipping my wine and watching her. “You know I get off on it, too. Watching you with another guy. The right kind of guy, mind you. And Milos… is a fine specimen.”

She smiled at me and ran her fingernail up my forearm. “Hold on, mister. Who is it that wants me to fuck Milos? Me? Or you?”

I put my hand on her thigh beneath the table and ran it upward so the tips of my fingers brushed the “Y” of her pussy. She gave a little shiver, and I stroked her leg teasingly. “Maybe both of us. But hopefully,” I said, watching our waiter serve another table, “all three of us.”

When our meal was finished and our bill paid, I sent Missy out to start the car and waved Milos over.

“I wanted to ask you about something,” I said. Then I leaned close and explained how Missy and I worked when it came to other men. And what I liked and what she liked and that we’d like if he’d come join her for a night. With me in attendance,   of course.

I expected to be met with some confusion. It’s happened a few times. But he just smiled and shook my hand. “Love to,” he said.

I got into the car to find my wife practically vibrating with anticipation. Her hand slammed down on my forearm, and she squeezed. “Well?”

“He’s coming over Thursday night for dessert.”

“Dessert?”

“Yeah. You, sweet thing,” I said, laughing. I kissed her. “He’s more than on board. He’s very excited.”

“She moved her hips slowly, bumping herself against his seeking tongue.”

“Good, so am I.”

“Excellent. Then drive us home so I can fuck you senseless.”

At home, I grabbed her and turned her as we entered the kitchen. She put her hands to the tabletop, and I dragged her leggings and panties down.

“How’s my pretty little slut?” I asked, shoving my fingers between her legs and finding her cunt drenched. She moaned, and I smiled. My cock was as hard as a rock from picturing her with Milos. Thinking of him fucking her and going down on her and making her suck his cock made me unbelievably hot.

I pinned her tight and took her from behind — fast and hard, the way she liked. She beat me to a climax by several seconds, screaming my name as her cunt milked my cock with its orgasmic spasms.

When I was done, I patted her ass and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Day after tomorrow, we find out if Milos can make you scream.”

On the appointed evening, I answered the door, letting Milos in and offering him a beer. Missy was standing there in a pair of short-shorts and a tank top — but no bra. He turned down the brew as he looked at my wife and licked his lips.

I understood. Who the fuck would want a beer when they could have her instead?

I stepped back and gestured toward my wife. “She’s yours. Go for it.”

He looked at me a second time to make sure I was serious and then moved toward her. He kissed her like a man who’d been fantasizing about kissing her for a long time. He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her close. His lips traveled down her throat, his tongue sweeping along the curve of her neck and then across her collarbone. He nipped her shoulder, and she yelped and then sighed, melting into him.

His hands had moved up to her breasts. He cupped them at first, then squeezed before his fingers zeroed in on her nipples. He pinched them hard, the way I know she loves, and I watched them pebble beneath the thin cotton of her tank.

“Take her shorts off,” I insisted, my voice throaty with lust. Then I sat down in a nearby easy chair. Missy and I always conduct our fun in the living room — never our bedroom.

Milos popped the button on her shorts and pushed them down until she could kick them away. Beneath she was bare. Utterly. No panties and a neatly waxed pussy.

He groaned, and she smiled. Then she pulled her tank off, her teacup breasts beautifully exposed. He didn’t seem to know what to do. I could see the confusion on his face. Should he suck her nipples, pinch them or get on his knees and make her come?

I knew how he felt.

He finally sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit it gently, pinching the other one until she arched toward him and cradled his head. He sucked and nibbled and pinched until she was writhing in his arms. There was so much pressure in my cock I thought I’d die.

When he finally got on his knees and pressed his face between her thighs, I was breathing hard. She spread her legs a little and put her hands on top of his black hair. She moved her hips slowly, bumping herself against his seeking tongue. She shut her eyes and let loose a small sigh. I could see the flicker of his pink tongue and see how hard he was gripping her thighs as he ate her.

She shoved her pussy against his mouth, and he held her thighs even more tightly. I watched his tongue darting over her slick flesh.

“She stroked him slowly and finally leaned in and licked his cockhead.”

When she came, I had the urge to just jerk off until I shot my load. Instead, I sat up straighter, clenched my jaw and watched her move to the sofa. She motioned him over, and he stepped closer. She sat on the plump cushions and unbuckled his belt, yanking his pants down. His cock sprang free, and she took it in hand, giving it a few strokes. Milos let his head fall back. He made a sound I’ve made many times. It was one of great contentment and arousal.

She stroked him slowly and finally leaned in and licked his cockhead. He hissed, and she laughed before doing it again. She sucked his tip like a lollipop. I had to swallow hard to keep my own sounds contained.

She sucked him lazily, and I knew he was going insane on the inside. She can suck so well she makes me feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin from the pleasure.

Milos grunted, thrusting into her mouth and holding her head. His fingers threaded through her red hair as he fucked her mouth. When I thought he was going to come, he pulled free and stood there panting, trying to catch his breath.

She reclined and spread her legs, and I heard him grunt. Then he was moving toward her fast. He got between her legs, pressing her back into the sofa cushions. Missy wrapped her legs around his waist as he rubbed his cock against her pussy.

When he couldn’t wait anymore, he pulled back to position himself at her wet opening. He drove into her slowly, and she raised her body to meet him as her eyes drifted shut. She raised her hands above her head, and Milos held them down with one of his own. He gripped her tight and fucked her with fast, short strokes. Every time he thrust into her, she sighed. I watched her face grow intense and then euphoric. I found I was holding my breath as she grew closer and closer to climax. When she did come, I grabbed my dick through my shorts and gave it one good jerk. Then I released myself quickly before I lost control.

“Flip me over,” she said, her voice rough with desperate hunger. “Flip me over. Fuck me from behind. Take me. Fuck me like an animal.”

With that, both of us men groaned.

He flipped her over. She draped her upper body over the back of the sofa and pushed her ass back toward him, waggling it enticingly.

He grabbed her hips and plunged into her. They both moaned. He liked to pull almost free of her, teasing her with the tip of his cock at the very edge of her slit, before driving into her hard and deep. She bucked back to take him, and I watched her fingers curl against the sofa cushions as she struggled with the overwhelming ecstasy.

She brought her hand between her thighs to find her clit, and her breath began to come in fast bursts. I couldn’t see her face except in profile, but I guessed she was close to climaxing again.

“Yes, like that. Like that,” she said, angling herself just right so Milos hit the spot she needed it most. “Harder,” she demanded.

His rhythm increased, and his ass flexed as he fucked her more vigorously. I traced my finger down my cock and then drew a circle around the tip of it. But then I returned my hands to the armrests. I was determined to hold off my orgasm until I had Missy alone.

Milos put a hand on the small of her back and held her there. She tossed her head, and I knew she’d come at any moment. I was right. She sobbed when she climaxed, her body undulating sexily.

Poor Milos couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled free of her clasping pussy and splashed his come across the backs of her thighs.

Shortly afterward, I went about the business of seeing out our guest. He and I shook hands, and I told him we’d love to have him back.

When I locked the door and turned back to Missy, she was already on her knees. She licked her lips and beckoned me toward her.

“Did you like the show, honey?”

“Boy, did I!” I said, unzipping my pants. “Let me show you how much.”