Me, my wife and our new friend

I’m standing in a hotel suite with my wife and her lover, my heart racing. I can't believe we’re about to have cuckold sex. It’s always been a secret fantasy of mine and something I assumed I’d never get to experience — until now, that is.

I look at my wife and my eye catches on the long blonde hair cascading down her back as it always does, inviting me to look a little farther down — which is really quite appropriate since her body’s curves, luscious beyond words, are on full display in a tight black dress. She looks stunning and confident, and I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I watch her lover gawk at her. I’m also incredibly turned on. Knowing my wife is enjoying this just as much as I am, it's a feeling I can't quite describe.

In this scintillating yet can’t-put-into-words moment, I can't help but think about how it all started when we met her lover at a work party a few months earlier. I knew there was something between us right away; we flirted and teased each other all night. The sexual tension? It was there in spades and kept building as the hours passed. My wife noticed it too and couldn't help but join in the fun.

We exchanged numbers and started texting each other. As one might expect, the conversations got more and more flirtatious and it wasn't long before we were making plans to meet up. Now here we are, about to satisfy our once-secret desires.

My wife turns her attention to me, a mischievous glint in her eye, and asks: "Are you ready?" The excitement in her voice is palpable.

I nod, and my heart quickens. "More than ready," I say, unable to peel my eyes away from her.

She smiles and turns to the other man who’s now standing in front of her, his hands roaming her body and his eyes fiery. I know he wants her just as much as I do.

My wife leans in and whispers in his ear. He grins and nods just before they both turn to look at me, hinting that it's time to move to our next destination. We all make our way toward the bedroom, and the sexual tension reaches a fever pitch.

Exhilaration and arousal course through my veins as I anticipate an experience like no other. I can't wait to see where the night, and maybe even the early morning hours, take us.

We enter the bedroom, and my wife's lover wastes no time as he pulls her close to his body. There’s lust in their eyes, which undress each other piece by piece as the excruciating yet excitement-filled minutes of foreplay go by. Finally, they collapse onto the bed and begin to kiss in a way that’s more erotica than it is romance. Their bodies press and grind against each other, and I watch — awestruck — as their hands roam over each other but still avoid the most sensitive of spots. My desire is through the charts. Dammit, I’m horny as hell and can’t wait to get going.

After what seems like hours, my wife turns to me with a smile as sultry as it is eager. "It’s time… Come join us," she whispers, motioning for me to walk over to the bed.

Oh wow. I can't believe it’s actually happening and prepare myself to join in. Inching closer and sliding down next to them, I feel the heat radiating from their bodies — their passion all-consuming and my libido pulsating through my own.

My first instinct is to wrap my arms around my wife from behind and press against her as she continues to make out with the man she’s straddling. As soon as their lips part momentarily, I take the opportunity to kiss the silky-smooth skin of her neck. Moaning softly, she tilts her head to the side to give me better access to her eager mouth.

My hands, meanwhile, make their way over her body. I lightly dig my nails into her exposed skin while stroking every curve and become even more aroused as I watch her lover's hands do the same. Her moans get louder, and I can tell she’s already found ecstasy by the expression on her face: one that’s begging us to undress her by this point.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asks me suddenly, her voice dripping with desire in a way I’ve never heard before.

I nod, unable to form coherent words. This is beyond anything I could have ever imagined, and we haven’t even gotten naked yet. My most secret, once-shameful desires are finally being fulfilled right before my eyes, however, and I already know I never want it to end.

My wife turns to her lover with lust-filled eyes. "How ‘bout you? I want you both. How ‘bout we make that happen right now?" she says, her voice husky.

The man nods. Unable to contain himself any longer, he begins to pull off her dress to eventually reveal her naked body — unencumbered by a bra or panties and just, well, absolutely perfect. I can't help but stare. Looking at me and then back at her lover with a wicked grin, she knows she’s beautiful and oh-so tempting. It’s the very definition of seduction, that impeccable body of hers.

I know what she wants too, and yes, I’m more than willing to give it to her. As me and the other man both lie down beside her on the bed, we run our rough, impatient hands all over her; she responds with aching moans and a body that squirms in anticipation.

"Tell us what you want," her lover whispers in her ear, his hand sliding between her thighs.

She looks at me and blushes. "I want you both inside me." While I sense the slightest hint of hesitation in her voice, I look deep into her eyes and know it’s what she really wants. I can sense it. Taste it. Crave it.

And with that, the three of us make it happen. We get things going by kissing passionately and intensely, knowing we’re about to fulfill each other's deepest and darkest desires and that it’s a night we’ll never forget. Hell, it’ll only bring us closer together, that’s for damn sure.

My desire is reaching a breaking point by now. Our hands work up and down my wife’s body in waves of strokes and flicks, our fingers pressing against her most sensitive areas and making her wet. So wet. As for our lips, they meet each other’s in a perpetual series of heated kisses—our arousal growing by the second.

My wife moans and arches her back, pressing her body against mine as her lover's hands continue to roam and torment her. She wants us so bad, and I feel her wetness against my thigh as she moves even closer to me. It only makes me want her more, if that’s at all possible, and she gives me a lustful gaze as we lose ourselves in the moment: knowing what’s ahead.

Abandoning our hands for the moment, my wife’s lover and I use our mouths to explore every inch of her body — every freckle, mound, and crevice. She writhes beneath us, her pleasure undeniable, and I catch a quick glimpse of the other man’s rigid shaft. We’re both ready to take her. Have been for a while now.

She wants us both inside her and reclines on her side to invite us in. “I’m ready,” she tells us. While her lover positions himself behind her, I press myself against the front of her body and get even harder—feeling her plump breasts push up against my chest and taking a minute to slide down and flick my tongue against her nipples, driving her wild.

Finally, it happens: we both enter her, slowly and deliberately. I feel her walls clenching around me, and the three of us begin to rock back and forth. We quickly work into the perfect rhythm and are in sync, our bodies moving together as we send the woman between us into a state of euphoria. I know her, and I know her orgasm is building. Deciding to delay gratification a bit longer, though, I pull out and move my head down to tease her with my mouth—working my lips against the wet, soft area between her legs and pressing my tongue against her clit as her lover continues thrusting slowly from behind. Slowly but methodically.

Sensing we’re all getting closer to our release, I decide to enter her once again as she moans even more deeply. So hot, so visceral. She’s amazingly sexy, and I can barely wait any longer for her to climax — knowing I won’t be far behind. I’ve waited so long and find it incredibly difficult to hold back now.

As we continue to move in perfect harmony, our pace quickens, and the tension builds. I can feel my own orgasm coming on, persistent and strong, and know my wife and her lover are right there with me. We’re completely consumed by the pleasure and rhythmic thrusting that’s bringing us to the edge. 

It finally happens. Sweet relief. I feel my wife's body tense up, and she cries out as the ultimate pleasure takes over her soft, supple body and she succumbs to the moment. I feel her muscles clench and then pulsate around my hardness and can’t take it anymore. As I release myself inside her, my body shakes in response to the intensity of my orgasm: like nothing I’ve ever felt before and doubt I’ll ever feel again, though I’m desperate to already.

Her lover follows suit and lets out the same satisfied sigh I did a moment earlier. The three of us collapse next to each other onto the mattress, our bodies spent but our minds blissful. 

We catch our breath, and I start wondering about what will happen next. I feel so damn close to my wife and that our bond as a couple has only grown stronger now that we made it happen; but does she feel the same way? Where will our journey take us next? While I don’t know for sure, I know that I want to roll over and do it all again right now. Turns out she does too…