Annie and I took the elevator up to our room. We were both turned on and riddled with anticipation. It had been a topic of conversation for several weeks now. We talked it over cautiously at first, but as the subject developed we began to feel more comfortable discussing it.
“How would you feel about fucking another guy in front of me?”
The thought had been swimming around in my head for weeks, growing and taking up more space in my head than I would have liked. It got to the point where I would think about it and I would almost instantly get hard. Annie fucking another guy. Annie being fucked by another guy. Some other guy’s dick inside my wife.
I may be biased, but I found my wife incredibly sexy. She was about 5’4, with black hair and seductive green eyes. She had the cutest face that belied her secret sluttiness. Her legs were of perfect proportions, not too tall and her thighs just thick enough to bite into. Her pearly, slim feet were incredibly sexy. She had round little toes and always looked amazing in sandals. She had an adorable, flawless butt that she fortunately never tried to hide. Her tits were round and full. Sometimes I would catch strangers staring at her tits. I enjoyed when the guy at the checkout counter would catch a quick glimpse of her cleavage. You could always see through her shirt that she had a nice rack.