Annie is my world. And since my world is beautiful and fierce, funny and smart, kind and also as hot as hell, I wanted the joy of experiencing her from the outside looking in. I wanted to covet her and admire her. As I attempted to explain my cravings, she cocked her head and played with her necklace.

“So, you want to see me like I’m not yours, but know deep down that I am,” she said to me.

I nodded. She’d more or less nailed it.

“Like having your cake but someone else eating it, too,” she said.

Another nod from me as I added, “Yes. I think so.”

Outside snow had coated everything in sight. A gentle whiteout of calm.

“When?” she asked, clearly interested.

“Soon?”

“Who?” She slid her foot over my lap as she pushed away her lunch plate, her turkey sandwich already forgotten.

“Sam at my job,” I told her. “He’s seen pictures of you. He just broke up with his girlfriend, and he always tells me what a — and I quote — ‘goddamn lucky man’ I am for having a hot wife like you.”

“A hot wife,” she said, smiling as if she were tasting the words.

“Yes, baby. A hot wife.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

I licked my lips nervously and said, “You will?”

“I will.”

Then she got up, straddled my lap and kissed me. I kissed her back, running my hands across her firm ass and along her lower back. When she pressed her warm, full tits against me, my cock jerked in my pants.

She popped the button at my waistband and drew down my zipper, and soon her cool hand was on my dick. My breath hitched, and I shuddered.

“What’s this?” I asked.

She kissed my mouth and my neck. Her sharp teeth nipped my earlobe, and I jumped.

“This is me stroking your cock. Is that OK?” I hummed my consent. “Good. Then how about this?”

She stood up and pushed down her leggings and panties. Abandoning them on the floor, she tugged down my jeans and boxers. Then she settled back on me. Perching on my lap, she dragged my cockhead along her wet slit.

Finally, she kissed me and said, “You want to see me fuck another guy?”

“Submit to another guy,” I clarified.

Her eyebrows went up, and she said, “Even better. Is he gonna spank me?”

She wriggled in my lap, and I moaned and said, “I hope so.”

Then she stopped her game and slid down onto my dick with great relish. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth as she rode me.

It didn’t take long for us to climax. We were both so excited that we came with great force — and quickly.

“I like this plan already,” she said.

I arranged for us to meet Sam at his place. He lived alone in his penthouse apartment, and somehow an unfamiliar locale felt right for our adventure.

Annie wore a clingy purple dress, thigh-high hose, black boots and nothing else. Her nipples were twin knots of flesh beneath her dress. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, her lips painted a blood red.

As we rode the elevator up to Sam’s place, she caught me staring at her.

“Are you picturing my lips wrapped around his cock?” she quizzed me.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Good.”

Sam let us in. Although his face revealed his anticipation, he also behaved a lot cooler than I’d expected. He didn’t seem nervous at all. Barefoot, he wore nothing but faded black jeans and a white cotton T-shirt. He appeared comfortable and in command in his own space.

“Annie, it’s nice to meet you in person,” he said.

They shook hands, and the moment they touched, my dick jumped.

“You want to have a seat over there by the fireplace?” Sam said to me. So I did, settling into a chair.

My wife and my coworker stood before a brown overstuffed sofa, staring at one another.

Finally, Sam said, “Annie, would you please get down on your knees for me?”

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper.

My wife got on her knees slowly, never looking away from him.

Then she was there — spine straight, knees pressed to the floor, arms down at her sides.

He put his hand on her forehead and titled her head back just a bit. Then he drew his cock — thick and rigid — along her lower lip. My whole body felt electrified, my brain alight. She parted her lips and sucked in his shaft, and I had to stifle a moan.

Sam cupped the back of her head, urging her forward. He fucked her mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. I watched, avid and hungry. This sort of scenario had been in my head for years. What took me so long to tell her?

He moved into her mouth faster. His dick is longer and thicker than mine, and she gagged. Her mascara ran, and she took a gasping breath.

“Shh,” he soothed. “Take it slow.”

My cock was like stone, and my heart beat at a brisk, galloping pace.

Sam held my wife’s head and slid his erection in and out of her mouth. It was mesmerizing, the way his rod disappeared within the ruby red circle of her painted lips.

When I thought I might come just from watching them, he pushed forward hard and she made a strangled sound. Pulling away from his cock, she sat back on her haunches, her dark boots a stark contrast to the white carpet.

“Oh, that’s a shame you couldn’t take that last one,” he said.

Sam held out his hand to help her up, and she stood. Then he led her to the sofa. He had her put her hands on the seat cushion and push her ass out.

“Stay that way,” he ordered.

He looked at me and asked, “Are you enjoying the show?”

I didn’t speak. I just nodded.

“Good.”

When Sam turned, he grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it up and over her ass. Beneath she was bare, and he grunted with approval. He smoothed a hand along her rear. He hooked a finger in one of her thigh-highs and gave it a tug. He didn’t pull it down but instead snapped the elastic band against her thigh. I could tell he liked the way they looked. I liked the way they looked. Her dress was bundled around her waist, and her ass was begging to be touched.

“I think a spanking is in order for not taking my cock the way you should have,” Sam said. I groaned before I could stop myself, and he laughed. “I think your hubby agrees.”

Sam trailed his fingers over her skin, and I watched goose bumps rise up along her body like magic. Then he urged her legs apart with a few slaps of his hand, and his fingers slid inside her pussy.

My dick jumped. I could hear how wet she was, even from across the room.

“That’s nice. I want to fuck you. But first things first.”

I heard the crack of his hand against her bottom before I realized he’d slapped her. His blows came fast and even. Very well timed. There was a cadence to them, and every stroke was accented by Annie’s startled sounds.

Before long, her ass glowed cherry red. She shifted from one foot to the other, giving us glimpses at her swollen pussy.

He spanked her until I heard a mighty sob fall from her lips, and then he gave her another, “Shh.” He let his fingers dance very gently over the skin he’d just abused. “I can make that better. Do you want me to make it better?”

She nodded, and I found myself reflexively nodding, too.

He stripped himself naked, and with his cock in hand, he moved in closer to my wife. He slid his dick along her wet pussy. He waited for her to move, to beg with her body — and then she did. Taking hold of her hips, he slipped his dick into her.

I bit my tongue to keep from making a sound. My own cock was ridiculously hard. I freed my erection and started to stroke myself. I was powerless not to react to the scene.

He pounded her, and I watched my wife push her ripe ass back to take every stroke. Her hand strayed down to play with her clit, and like a flash, he smacked her ass.

“Did I say you could do that?”

“No!” she blurted out.

“Then don’t.”

Pouting and petulant, she looked at him over her shoulder and nodded. He grabbed a handful of her lush dark hair and pulled it. Her head titled back, her face a mask of pleasure marked with pain, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I jerked off faster. It was no good. It would be over too soon. Way too soon for my taste.

Sam made a distressed sound, and I was pretty sure he was on the verge — just like me. My wife is amazing. Her body, her face, her presence.

He pulled free of her cunt and helped her stand. Then he pushed her back onto the sofa and got between her legs, spreading them wide so I could see everything. He held her right leg up as once again he slid into her pussy. His eyes locked on where his body penetrated hers.

I slid my fist up and down my shaft and exhaled because I realized I’d been holding my breath.

Annie moved her body up to meet him. Her leg flexed as she thrust up. Her head fell back as she gasped.

“I’m going to … I’m going to come,” she said. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she danced underneath him. He fucked her faster, his hips moving in a staccato beat.

When Annie cried out, I jumped. Even from my distance, I could see how wet her snatch was. Every time he withdrew, she seemed even more slick.

“Come on then,” he said. “I want to finish in you, and I want your husband to see. Up close and personal.”

He withdrew from Annie and walked her toward me. Her dress was still banded around her waist. He faced her toward me, stood closely behind her and roughly pulled down her bodice to expose her gorgeous tits.

Then he banded one arm around her chest above her breasts and the other around her waist. He pushed her toward me just a bit, and then thrust into her hard.

“There we go. Now he can see the expression on your face as my cock fucks your wet hole.”

She gasped, and I groaned.

His hips pistoned wildly. He bit the side of her neck and held her tighter as he promised, “I’m going to come. I’m going to shoot my load inside you, while your husband watches.”

She moaned, her eyes rolling back as an orgasm hit her. He kept his mouth pressed against her neck as he groaned and came, his whole body going taut as he climaxed.

I came all over my hand, creating a hot, wet mess that was brought on by a wonderful situation of my own creation.

It had been one of my best ideas ever.