My wife's acquaintance

My wife and I have been in the swinger lifestyle for a few years now; we’ve tried everything: threesomes, swaps, controlled orgies. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared me for that night. A couple of years ago, we went to a private party in a huge house, with red lights and mattresses scattered on the floor. Between drinks, my wife froze when she recognized a guy coming over to say hello. He was an acquaintance of hers, a twenty-something she used to see at the gym—a skinny kid, but with a wolfish look. The age gap was abysmal: us hovering around forty, him fresh out of college, with that smooth skin and a youthful energy that reeked of danger.

The lust hit us like a wave of heat. Seeing my woman—a full-grown lady with firm legs and wide hips—devour with her eyes that kid who could be her nephew, got my cock rock hard and dripping inside my boxers. Without a word, the three of us slipped into a dark room. The door closed and the smell of sex, sweat, and lube hit us in the face. In the dim light, only ragged breathing could be heard.

He didn’t waste time. He pushed her against the wall, lifted her dress up to her waist, and yanked her panties down in one go. I grabbed her ass cheeks while he knelt down and buried his face in her pussy, sucking her clit with savage desperation. My wife squirmed, biting her lip to keep from screaming. She was dripping wet, and I could only jerk myself off watching that kid’s tongue play with her moist folds.

But the best part came after. He stood up, dropped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t the longest, but it was thick and hard as a rock, with a shiny tip glistening with precum. He looked at me with questioning eyes, asking for permission, and I nodded, needing to see that young dick pierce my woman. He shoved it in with a single thrust, no mercy. My wife let out a deep, hoarse moan. He started pounding her relentlessly, with a fast, beastly rhythm; his balls slapped against her ass with a wet, repetitive clap. She kept gasping: “Yes, yes, deeper, don’t stop.”

I couldn’t stand staying out of it. I put her on all fours on a mattress, her face pressed against the floor, and while he fucked her pussy, I positioned myself behind her and shoved my entire cock into her ass. I felt her hot vagina contract to the rhythm of the kid’s thrusts. We were synchronized, going in and out like a flesh machine. The three of us were sweating, skin sticking together, and the room echoed with our moans and the dirty words I whispered in her ear.

When I felt her coming, I sped up. He came first, filling her pussy with thick, warm cum. My wife trembled, and I, feeling her get even wetter, exploded inside her ass, emptying all my seed into her. She collapsed onto the mattress, trembling with pleasure, mouth open and legs spread, filled with both of our semen. That night was fucking crazy, a dirty secret we repeated several times a year, and even today, when I remember it, I get hard just thinking about it.