“He’s coming over tonight, and he’s planning on letting you watch. Is that okay?”
The question had come as something of a surprise to me. I was no stranger to my then fiancé having sex with other men. But this was the first time they would be coming to us rather than her going out or the both of us meeting them somewhere. When it came to the idea of them allowing me to watch, I was excited. I loved my fiancé more than anything. And the idea of sharing her excellent body with others made me go absolutely wild. Seeing others enjoy her the same way I did was a fantasy that she had fulfilled on multiple occasions up to this point. But this was the first time they’d be coming to us, and taking her in our very own home.
We had just moved in together, a small trailer we called our own that we shared with our animals. It wasn’t much, but for us it was more than enough. And in that very same bed, the first one we slept together as a couple living together, she would be pounded into the sheets by another man. The thought of it alone made me rock hard.
So, I replied. “Oh yeah, that’s fine. When is he gonna be here?” Was all I could ask. The shock of the question still lingering in my mind.
“Around 5:00.” Was all she could answer, looking down at her phone. Snapchat was open and she was messaging the guy.
Just as she had mentioned, around 5:00 we had made ourselves and our guest a small dinner. By the time the food was prepared, we could hear the tale tell signs of one of her lovers pulling into the driveway. The three dogs in the backyard barking their little heads off at the stranger. As he pulled in, my fiancé had me greet him. I said hello, and opened the gate. Making a little small talk as we entered the home and I offered him something to drink as my fiancé made him a plate. There had been casual feeling encounters between us and her partners before, but this was something else to me. This man who sat across from me talking about his own wife was about to be balls deep in mine. It became a bit hard to focus on the meal, looking between the two of them as they chatted away about what to expect coming up.
My wife very much was, and is, a brat. She makes that plenty well known during sex and simply enjoys riling me up in order to get me to retaliate. Her line is often that I can never hit her too hard, but even so I always found myself hesitating to spank her too much or to pull her hair a little too long. It was the main reason why she asked me one day out of the blue if she could have sex with someone else. Of course I was okay with it, it had been a fantasy for awhile, but it was also clear that being the dominant man she wanted me to be would have to be worked on. If it could have been fixed at all. But while I came into my own as a dominant worthy of her, watching others fulfill that role worked all the same.
Dinner ended quicker than I had expected. And it wasn’t long before she was leading him by the hand to our bedroom. The place we laid together now every night. She was about to fuck a complete stranger in our own bed. And I was loving every second of it. They had hopped up on the bed. Some nervous flirting between them. Probing hands and cautious questions flew as they became more comfortable with one another’s touch. I sat nearby, on the floor. Watching them as their urges took over. He leaned forward and pushed his lips against hers, and she reciprocated. They ended up making out as I rubbed myself through my pants. The sight exciting me beyond most things that we did together.
He tugged on her shirt and she obliged. Pulling back, and lifting her top over her head. Her black bra still sitting in the way of her supple breasts. She looked over at me, and asked with her eyes alone to help with the buckles in the back. I knew that she could have gotten them easily on her own. But I didn’t mind helping. As I stood, she leaned back into the man for another kiss. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched to two of them up close, wrapping their tongues around the other. I worked at my fiancé’s bra slow enough to get a good show from the both of them. And as it fell, the man leaned back some to take in the sight.
His hand found a way to one of her breasts and began to massage it slowly. She moaned and bit her lip, watching me as I went and sat back down on the floor to watch them at work. The angle was slightly off, but I could see his head descend on her chest. She let out some more delightful moans as she ran her fingers through his curly hair. He pulled back and asked about the toys we had. My fiancé looked a bit upset that he had stopped his work on her chest and huffed, looking to me. She explained some of the toys we had. Vibrators, nipple clamps, dildos, a paddle. He had her stop on the paddle and turned to me. “Get that one.” He commanded.
I could only nod, under such an order. I picked myself up and moved to our drawer that we kept our small collection of sex toys in. My fiancé protested. “No, you don’t need to grab that!”
The man however was confident when he said, “Oh, I know I will.” I could almost feel the tension in the air as the two argued about it. Fumbling around in there for a moment, I located the wooden paddle she had originally had me buy for her when she was first expecting to meet someone outside of our relationship for sex. While I had used it on her a few times, for the most part it was relegated to company.
I handed off the paddle as the man thanked me, my fiancé giving me a dirty glare. I simply laughed and sat back down as the man told her to take her pants off. She argued some, as the man began to count the number of spankings she’d receive if she did not obey him. A technique I thought I might steal for the next time my fiancé and I were alone. He held the paddle over his shoulder as she attempted to grab it. He only put his hand on her chest and held her back, simply counting up with each feeble attempt. After a minute or so, she huffed and stood. Unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs, grabbing her panties as she went too. Revealing her ass and a peek at her slit. I could tell she was wet, the way it glistened in the light.
Without missing a beat, the man ordered my fiancé to get on her hands and knees in front of him. She thought for a moment, standing there before him and I. I saw the look of something mischievous in her eyes. And she bolted for the door to the living room. I tried to stay in her way, to help our fine guest get what he came here for. Unfortunately she slipped past me and opened the door. The man had jumped up from his position to follow. He attempted a smack but the paddle whistled through the air, just missing its mark as my fiancé descended the three stairs to the rest of our trailer. He ran after her, their footsteps stomping along and shaking the whole house.
I got up, and followed as well. Greeted to the sight of my naked fiancé running away from our armed guest. They played a game of cat and mouse. He attempted to corner her, but she would manage to slip away, using the island in the middle of our kitchen as a way to keep the distance between them. That’s when the man turned his head to me, with a smirk. He pointed using his free hand to the other side where my fiancé lay ready to dash at a moment’s notice.
“Go that way, and corner her.” He ordered me. I nodded along, hopping down the steps as my fiancé hissed at us.
“Oh you fucking bitch!” She shouted, giggling as she tried to outmaneuver us both. But there was really no escape for her. As I moved to keep her from running past me, he descended on her. His arms wrapped around her and she fought back to try and push him off of her. He had set the paddle down to get a better hold on her and motioned for me to pick it up. I obliged as she was pulled kicking back up to our room and practically tossed onto our bed.
She landed on her side, and I could almost see her eyes grow wide as he pinned her down in that awkward position. I handed him the paddle which he properly thanked me for and heard as he began to count. The paddle came down on her ass and I heard her cry out. It didn’t take much from that paddle to really cause a good amount of pain. I should have known, as my fiancé was not shy about using it on me when she wanted to get a reaction. So I could only imagine what she was about to go through. The number of spankings went up, but not without a fight. As he brought the paddle down on her now red cheeks she squirmed under him. Slinging names and harsh words as he continued to paddle away at her. Each thwack of the wood bringing forth another shout or scream. Eventually, the number had reached what he had counted to before, and my fiancé was left on the bed with her red ass up in the air. God, she was beautiful like that.
The man took the time she was using to recover to undress himself. I’m bisexual, so this strip down was doing just as much for me as my fiancé’s had done. Once he was stripped bare, the cock that would be inches deep in my wife sprung to life. He slipped a condom on, much to my displeasure. He was a bit bigger than I was, and thick too. My fiancé was a bit of a mess after her punishment, she hardly even fought as he moved to turn her over onto her back. Her eyes had tears in them and she looked up into his eyes with disdain. “Fuck you.” She spat.
He could only smirk at that. “If you say so.” He laughed and lined his head up with her slit. I couldn’t help myself but move my body closer in order to get a better view of the action. His hands wrapped around and gripped her thighs, pulling her closer and causing the head of his cock to sink into her. He let out a satisfied moan and she returned it. As he pushed further, she reached a hand up to him, placing it on his stomach. Once he bottomed out in her, then he pulled back and thrust in. Causing the first of many gasps that he would give my fiancé that night. He drove into her soft and steady at first, before picking up his speed and pounding her into the bed. I had gotten right up next to them, my own nakedness having gone relatively unnoticed until I looked down at their debauchery, my own member hanging in my peripheral vision leaking precum onto the sheets.
I watched them locked in the heat of sex, the intensity picking up as he thrust harder and harder. Even so, it seemed as if they were only mildly enjoying themselves. Watching his cock slide in and out of her, I thought I had caught sight of the issue. It was the condom. Of course, it was keeping them from truly feeling one another, as lovers should. So I worked up an idea, and the courage to face my fiancé. Her face was distorted in pleasure. Her mouth hung agape as her hips bucked against him. Her eyes lazily looked over into mine. Once I knew I got her attention, I leaned in and asked. “Do you want him to take it off?”
She seemed to think for a moment, probably between the amazing sex she was having and the gravity of the question. She was on birth control, so there was no real risk of pregnancy if he did take it off. But it was still a small concern. It seemed that her horniness took over however, and as she bit her lip, she nodded at me. My hard on only stiffened as I got the confirmation. I turned my head to the man, his mouth also open as he groaned. My fiancé’s pussy was obviously doing its work for him, and I wanted it to bring him all the way. “Did you hear that?” I asked, leaning in some towards him, careful to keep my distance given he was straight. “She wants to feel you.” I purred.
Without hesitation, his cock slipped from her slit. He worked quickly to pull the condom off of himself, leaving his member bare. He grabbed her hips again, and thrust again into her depths. This caused my fiancé to squeal in delight, feeling his skin rub against her insides instead of the condom. It was obvious this was much more enjoyable to them, and I got the confirmation that it was a good choice when the man’s breath caught in his throat. I looked down, his cock throbbing inside of her. I wanted so desperately to see it. That moment when he would groan and explode in her, flooding her insides with his seed. Unfortunately that wouldn’t be the case, as he pulled back and jerked himself to completion. His load shooting out across my fiancé’s stomach. They sat there for a moment, both breathing heavy from the excellent time they both had. I could tell I had the dumbest grin on my face, feeling so validated in my question.
Coming down from the highs of his orgasm, the man promptly thanked my fiancé for the amazing fuck. He leaned in for a kiss to which she reciprocated. A small and sweet kiss on the lips before they broke their embrace. He had gotten dressed and made a little more small talk with my fiancé and I, talking about a potential next time. The both of us were happy to have him back, and with that he was off. I waved as he drove away, walking back inside to my still naked lover. The man’s cum draped across her stomach. She gave me a look that I couldn’t describe but made my member hard again. She hardly said anything as she walked back to the steps, her hand trailing the side of the wall as she swayed her hips seductively at me. A look back and a tilt of her head to the bedroom was all the hint I needed.
We fucked on that bed. The very same one she had just been taken by a stranger on, for a long time. The pent up feelings I had watching them let out all in one long sitting. The only thought on my mind when it was all over, and time to fall asleep was, “I can’t wait to do this again.”
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