I sat back on our sofa, watching them. Their kiss was so much more passionate than I ever might have imagined. I thought perhaps their lips would press together in sort of a kiss you might see in a high school production of Romeo and Juliet… or perhaps that’s what I had hoped. But it wasn’t the case. They seemed to meld into one another. Sarah’s tiny sweet lips were devoured by Antonio’s thick, full lips in a way that made me wonder if that was how it was supposed to be all along.
I shifted slightly, unable to sit still. The nervous energy coursing through my body and my cock was nearly too much to handle. I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down.
We wanted this.
She wanted this.
I wanted this, was really what I kept reminding myself.
We had talked about it at length… what it would be like to invite another person into our relationship. Sarah had her doubts when I first brought it up, but the more we talked about it, the more she warmed to the idea. She even went so far as to suggest that we invite a couple that we knew who were swingers over for dinner, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to watch her with another man, and not be distracted by anything else. I wanted to watch her every moment, her every breath as she kissed another man, and was touched by another man.
“I’d feel better if I could see that you’re enjoying yourself too,” she had said.
“I’m certain I’ll be enjoying everything just fine.”
“Then tell me you’ll pleasure yourself while this happens… for me?”
I had promised. I didn’t want to let Sarah down, or cause her to worry, or think that I'd suddenly grown jealous seeing her with another man. Still, talking and planning was one thing. Stroking my cock in front of a stranger as he undressed my wife was another thing entirely... but there was no turning back. Not now.
Antonio had moved Sarah over to the side of the couch closest to me, and had unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her bra and her stomach. I realized he had positioned Sarah purposefully so I could see what he was doing to my wife. I watched his large, powerful hands begin to knead Sarah’s breasts through her bra as they continued to kiss. There was no gentle caress, no teasing along her soft skin. If I had grabbed Sarah like that she would’ve pushed me away—clearly that wasn’t about to happen with Antonio.
I took another deep breath, and lightly squeezed my cock, feeling myself at nearly full hardness now. My nerves had disappeared. I felt a fire deep down in my groin that told me I had been right in our decision to finally make our fantasy a reality—my fantasy, Sarah had reminded me as we had made our final preparations and invited her athletic friend from her gym out to drinks and casually brought up the subject to see if he would be interested in such a thing.
Yes, it was my fantasy. Except I knew deep down it was hers as well.
I watched intently as Sarah wrapped her arms around Antonio’s neck, drawing him even more tightly against her body. They had yet to break from their initial kiss. Their lips remained locked as their hands explored one another. Sarah moaned in pleasure, her body rocking back and forth on the sofa as Antonio squeezed her flesh in his powerful hands. He pulled the top of her bra down, exposing her nipples. They were rock hard, and he wasted no time in pinching them firmly between his thumb and fingers, pulling them and twisting them with no concern if it brought her pleasure or pain. I watched in amazement as Sarah cried out against him, growing even more excited under his brusque touch.
Still, their mouths refused to part.
I shifted in my seat, reminding myself again to keep take deep breaths, and to relax.
We wanted this. She wanted this… I wanted this.
Finally, their lips parted. Antonio sat back in order to pull Sarah’s blouse from her shoulders, and down her arms. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor along with her blouse. Next was her skirt. It came off quickly, as did Antonio’s shirt, followed by his jeans. Sarah glanced over to me, the first time she had done so. Her eyes lowered to my pants. I quickly undid my belt and tugged my pants down my legs. I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall open as I took hold of my cock again through my boxers. Sarah licked her lips and gave me a tiny wink, her eyebrows raising in unison. I smiled. She was getting what she wanted. She could see that I was excited, which gave her the confirmation she needed to continue. I was okay with this. More than okay.
She turned and wrapped her arms back around Antonio’s broad frame. The sight of Sarah’s naked body crushed against another man caused another surge of adrenaline to rush through me. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her as she swung her thighs over Antonio’s legs and pushed herself onto his lap. She pushed her body against his, rising up slightly so that her breasts were even with his face. She placed her arms on the back of the sofa and arched her back as he took her nipples into his mouth.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Just like that. Suck on my fucking nipples.”
I gripped my cock. Sarah was occasionally a dirty talker, but generally never that loud. She reached down and pulled Antonio’s head to her breasts. “Yes, fuck yes—don’t fucking stop!”
Antonio continued to suck on Sarah’s nipples as his hands moved down her back, cupping her ass. He dipped his hands underneath her panties and again he squeezed her flesh in the same brusque manner as he had squeezed her breasts. Her hips gyrated in small circles in his lap. He took hold of the sides of her panties and slid them down her hips. She stood to help him, pushing them down her long, shapely legs then kicking them to the side. She stood in front of her new lover, completely naked. Slowly she turned back to me, nodding toward my crotch. I slid my boxers down my legs, my cock springing in front of me.
Satisfied, she turned to Antonio and reached for the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips slightly and helped her pull them down his legs. She sunk down on her knees and tossed her hair to the side. She looked back at me, giving me one more smile as she opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.
Antonio closed his eyes and sat back against the sofa as Sarah began to work his cock inside her mouth. He was big. I could easily see from a few feet away that he was larger than me by about an inch. Sarah couldn’t quite take all of him inside her at once. She worked her lips down the sides of his shaft, stroking him with her hand as she ran her tongue over his balls then back up his shaft. Antonio moaned above her, then reached down and placed his hands on the back of her head. He gathered her long brown hair in his hands then pushed her head back onto the top of his cock. Sarah opened her mouth and a moment later she was gagging on his cock.
I shifted slightly. Sarah was not one to ever deep throat me. She could give a good blowjob, but she generally stopped short of anything like she was doing right now. I watched as her head moved up and down on Antonio’s cock faster and faster, guided by his hand on the back of her head. I glanced up at Antonio and he caught my eye. He just smiled, then his eyes returned to his crotch.
Sarah placed her hands against Antonio’s thighs, pushing her body back up. It was no use. He kept pushing her head back down. Her gagging was louder now. I sat up a bit in my seat. I didn’t want to stop what was happening, but I knew Sarah had entrusted me with her safety. I was open to say something when her head raised off of Antonio’s cock. A long line of saliva trailed from her lips to his bulging tip. She took hold of his shaft and pumped him furiously as she leaned forward and kissed him.
“Are you going to fuck me with this thing, or what?”
Antonio grinned. He pulled Sarah up and she turned and straddled his thighs. She stared directly ahead at me as she lowered herself down onto his engorged member. She spread her legs wider, pushing her hips down as she sank down onto him.
“Oh, God—that’s so fucking huge.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Antonio’s powerful hands came around and grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them as he pulled her back into his torso. Sarah pushed her legs against the ground, her calves flexing as her hips began bucking up and down.
“Of fuck—just like that! That’s so fucking good!”
I stared across the room as Antonio’s cock shot in and out of my wife, over and over again. Sarah's body was quivering with pleasure. Her hands held onto his, grasping onto them for balance as he fucked. I wanted to step across the room. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her body as she took another man inside her for the first time in our marriage—except I couldn’t. That was part of the agreement.
Antonio took Sarah’s hand and guided her up to a standing position. They kissed again, then he twisted her around and pushed her down onto the soft. Her back arched as she leaned forward and placed her arms on the back of the sofa. He took hold of her hips. I her a gasp escape Sarah’s lips, followed by a sharp cry as Antonio thrust into her.
Sarah’s hands were gripping the sofa, holding on for all she had as he fucked her harder and harder. The sound of the slapping of his thighs against the back of her legs took over the room, and fought with the sound of her cries. He reached across and slapped her ass, and she cried out. He slapped her again, certainly hard enough to leave a mark. She moaned.
“Fuck yes—harder. Fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk!”
I gritted my teeth. There was nothing I could do, except watch.
Beads of sweat ran down their bodies. They had moved now so that Sarah was lying on the sofa, her legs up in the air as Antonio plunged his cock deep inside her. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, desperately clinging to him as he rode her as hard as she could take. Their hips bucked in a frantic rhythm. Their cries were coming as one now, faster and faster. I held my cock, squeezing with all my might, but not moving my hand. One pump and I would explode.
I had never been this aroused. Never been this consumed by passion. Never could I have imagined that watching Sarah with another man would have resulted in a feeling of lust that I had never known. Yes, we had fantasized about it. Yes, we had talked about it. Yes, we had fucked furiously ourselves as we imagined her lover taking her, just as Antonio was taking her now… but fantasy had no claim to the level of lust brought on by the real thing.
They were close. I could tell. Antonio was grunting. Sarah’s chest was heaving. She turned to me, catching my eye. She nodded.
I began pumping my cock. I knew it wouldn’t take much. I was right. I felt the wave of my orgasm rushing through me from deep within. I stared straight ahead as Antonio’s body suddenly went limp. He pushed himself up, his entire body flexed and shaking. Beneath him Sarah cried out, her body rocking against his solid mass as her climax overtook her. Her hips shot up and down, her breasts bounced as she shook
“Oh my fucking God! I’m coming! I’m coming so fucking hard!”
A moment later her body collapsed. Antonio immediately pulled out of her and with a few pumps his explosion tore through him as he came onto Sarah’s breasts. My own orgasm was seconds away. I held off as long as I possibly could, wanting Sarah to watch. Finally, she turned to me. She stared straight ahead as I gave my cock one final pump. A thick stream of come shot forth, exploding from my cock as I came.
A warm smile crossed over Sarah’s face. She turned up to Antonio.
“That was some great work. Maybe we’ll have you back some time.”
He grinned, then pushed himself off the couch and went to the bathroom to clean up. I stepped over to Sarah. She leaned up on her arm and I bent down to kiss her. I could feel her body was drained from the experienced, but she held nothing back as she kissed me deeply, different from the way she had kissed Antonio. I knew without a doubt nothing had changed between us.
We pulled back and stared at one another.
“Well, what did you think?” I finally asked.
She smiled. “That was fucking hot.”
“I’m glad we let you watch.”
I laughed. “Do you mean there was a chance you would do that without me?” I joked.
She smiled. “Who’s to say we haven’t already?”
I turned as Antonio came back into the room. He scooped up his pants and I watched him pull his jeans and shirt onto his muscled torso. He gave me a wink as he slipped on his shoes, then walked over and gave Sarah a small kiss on the cheek.
“See you in class on Monday.”
Antonio gave me a firm handshake then left.
I stared back at Sarah. She was sitting up, her shirt loosely pulled over her shoulders as the evening started. My mind raced back to their kiss. The intensity. The passion. Had she really been cheating on me with Antonio? Was this really not her first time? Was that why he so readily accepted our offer when we met him out for drinks and first told him our idea?
I stared at her. A tiny smile formed on her lips.
“You know, for a bright guy, sometimes you are pretty clueless.”
I let the breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding out.
“So you were just teasing me… I knew that.”
Sarah smiled again. “Maybe I was, but I couldn’t help but notice what that little suggestion just did to you.”
I glanced down. My cock was back at half-mast.
Sarah extended her index finger and beckoned me to her. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your wife good and hard? If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you watch us again.”
I smiled. We had wanted this.
She had wanted this.
I had wanted this, I kept reminding myself. There was no turning back now.
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