I watched my wife sleep with our renter during quarantine [MF]

So a little background about us, first. My name is Connor, 25, and my wife is Abbi; she just turned 25 years young. We live a pretty quiet life. We met in high school, stayed together through college and finally got married after 10 years already together. We’re fortunate enough to have help from our families so we bought our first home already and we’re basically living the millennial dream. I work in finance, my wife is a school teacher. We don’t make crazy money but not bad either.

Right before the pandemic hit, we decided to rent out the spare bedroom in our house to have an extra income stream, not really to make ends meet, just for play money, basically. We eventually rented the room to a man (for the purpose of the story I’ll call him J.D.) who was basically a friend of a friend, didn’t really know him that well. He keeps to himself, so we’ve never had a problem.

Of course, the pandemic hit and lockdowns started. J.D. got laid off from his job as a result and we of course were understanding of the situation- and like I said we could make ends meet anyway- so we didn’t bother him about the rent until he could get back on his feet.
Several months went by of us just cohabitating in the house, so I had more of a chance to get to know him better. Both me and Abbi switched to remote work so we could be home and isolated a lot of the time. J.D. used to go out most nights, I assumed clubbing or dating or something like that. He eventually confided in me that he’s a bull (and yes he had to explain to me what that meant).
Because of Covid, a lot of people weren’t actively doing it anymore, or it was much harder to find couples who would self-quarantine or they wanted a bunch of assurances from him about his health, etc. So his “dating life” had gotten more and more complicated and dried up. He only explained all this to me on the off chance that we’d be interested in doing it with him. He was very respectful about it, he didn’t pressure me at all, just like “offer’s on the table.”

Later that night I told Abbi what J.D. had told me and I cannot describe the look of shock on her face, but it wasn’t disgust or outrage. There was a hint of curiosity.

We had a long talk about it that night. Could I be into that? Could she go through with it? What do we do if we tell him no? Wouldn’t it be awkward living together after rejecting him like that? Wouldn’t it be even more awkward if we did do that with him? Too many questions to count.

So the next day, over coffee and breakfast, we discussed it with J.D. directly. I was surprised Abbi actually had more questions about it than I did. She drilled down to the specifics of what would happen if we did this, what he wanted, what she would want. The conversation clearly moved away from hypotheticals to actual planning.

We continued these conversations for a couple weeks, not always all three of us together, some conversations were just me and J.D. or just him and Abbi. I felt good about it, actually.

We finally decided to do it and set a date for it. We waited for a Saturday night so we had the day of and the day after off work to relax into it. I spent the whole work week with it on my mind: “oh my god this is really happening.”

The night of the big event, I watched Abbi do her hair and makeup while J.D. waited in the other room. She eventually asked me to pick out some lingerie for her. She owns a good bit of lingerie but rarely actually wears it, so I went digging through it and kept finding stuff I had never seen her wear, some even with the tags still on them. I picked out a black bustier/corset with lace straps- very sexy, never been worn. When I brought it to her she nodded like “oh, interesting choice” and put it on with a pair of black lace panties and thigh high stockings, no garter belt. A pretty sexy look on a curvy woman, in my opinion.

When she was ready, I went and got J.D. and brought him into our room. We had agonized over the decision of where to actually do it: in our marriage bed? Or in the spare room? I figured it’d be less emotional baggage to do it in the other room, but then again it would be hotter and more taboo in our own bed, so that’s what we landed on, and yes Abbi was the one who favored that location.
J.D. whistled when he saw Abbi in her makeup and lingerie. He quickly undressed and let’s say he was “ready to go.” I assumed he would be a well-endowed individual given this lifestyle but seeing was believing.

He encouraged me to have a seat and get comfortable, enjoy the show, so I did. I was in sweats, didn’t want to be butt naked yet.
I could tell Abbi was nervous when he came close to her, but she clearly got into it right away. He put his hands on her and I was immediately aroused by it. He caressed her sides, her hips, her legs as they kissed and got comfortable with each other. Abbi reached down for his penis and started stroking him without having to be asked to do it. He liked that. She eventually got down on her knees to give him a blowjob. She couldn’t help but gag on it, especially when he put a hand on the back of her head to push her down. But she smiled, she liked being a hotwife.

I dropped my pants at this point to start masturbating to it. What else can you do? The man said make yourself comfortable.
J.D. pulled down Abbi’s panties but kept the rest of her getup on before laying her down in the bed. He was on top of her and I heard her yelp when his massive cock pushed into her. It was surreal watching another man do that to her, something she had only ever done with me since we were 16. It was insane.

The sex was amazing to watch as they switched positions from doggy style to cowgirl back to doggy style. I heard her moan ways I had never heard before and every time she came she screamed that she was coming. I made a mess of myself from jerking off only minutes into their sex but I couldn’t stop watching.

J.D. rolled her back over onto her back and put her in what can only be described as a mating press, bearing all his weight onto her, slamming ever inch of his monster cock into her. She screamed in pleasure over and over until eventually he stopped, finally crawling off of her to reveal the mess he left behind. In the dim light I could see her pussy and her thick thighs glistening with how wet they were, and then I could see the thick white come leaking out of her vagina and down her butt crack as she lay there. I was blown away by it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ogugv5/i_watched_my_wife_sleep_with_our_renter_during