Watching her suck and fuck the gym guy

My wife is a hotwife. Which is to say, she has sex with (many) men besides me, and it is something I encourage and we both enjoy. I won’t digress into how this works in general, or how it came to be; that’s a topic for another time and one I could write about at length.

The story I’d like to tell today is one of my favorites that has come out of this particular part of our relationship, and one that is ongoing to this day. Prior to this, all of her encounters with other men occurred outside our home. If it was a prearranged thing, she would either meet them at a hotel or go to their place. If she (or we) met them out and neither a hotel nor their place was an option, she’d sometimes suck or fuck them out in public, which was always incredibly hot as we both also have a huge exhibitionist kink. Regardless of the circumstances, if I wasn’t present to enjoy the show, the only condition was and is that I get regular photo and video updates of the action. Otherwise, they can do whatever they want for as long as they want. But, as I said, prior to this occasion nothing had ever happened at our place. There wasn’t any explicit rule against it, it had just never happened.

Then, one weekend about 18 months ago, my wife met a guy at a workout class. He is a good-looking guy, about 180cm tall, well-built, with wavy, dark brown hair. They hit it off during that first class, and chatted for a while afterwards. My wife could tell right away that he was attracted to her, but neither of them said or did anything. Two weeks pass, they see each other at this class both weeks, chat a while, and again the attraction between them is evident. Finally, on the third week, he asks her for WhatsApp. She gives it to him and they beginning chatting over the next several days. She tells me about it immediately, and I’m intrigued to see what will come of it. The chatting ebbed and flowed, at times becoming pretty overtly flirty, but not outright sexual. Yet.

That next Friday, as they are chatting, he told her he has something to confess. My wife asked what it was, and he told her that he’s married. He went on to explain that the marriage has become stale and sexless, and that he’s been struggling with how to handle it. He apologized for coming on to her, but told her that he was very attracted to her and really felt invigorated chatting with her.

Now, obviously, my wife and I have a somewhat unconventional relationship and our views on sex in marriage aren’t necessarily the norm. When it comes to the guys she sees, our position is that anything they have going on beyond that is their business, we don’t judge and we don’t tell. We don’t try to impose any kind of moral code on anyone else, and expect the same in return. What other people do is their own business. So, in response to his confession, she tells him that she is married too. She went on to explain, in a roundabout way, the situation, and that her being married wasn’t an issue if something physical were to happen. Obviously, he was quite surprised by this, but the conversation continued, getting very flirty, and they each confirmed that they would both be at the class the following day.

The next day, they see each other at the class, and the sexual tension is off the charts. Afterwards, they went to a café for a drink and continued to talk for a while. The conversation went on for quite some time. They spoke about his relationship as well as ours and how this thing we have works. They then went for a walk, and things got pretty hot and heavy. Before he left to head home, they made out in a secluded part of a park, his hands hungrily exploring her body, desperate for more. After this, as he was leaving, they discussed things a bit more and made plans. Given the situation with his wife, going to his place or a hotel wouldn’t be possible. The only time he could reasonably meet was during the workday. So, they decided to rendezvous at our place later that next week. When she returned home, she told me all about this plan, and I was quite intrigued.

Now, my wife works 100% remotely, and I have the ability to at my discretion. But, I do still have some use for an office, so I go in occasionally throughout the week. The day they decided to meet was the following Tuesday, when I had already made plans to go in to the office. However, given the new guy and this new situation of having them over to our place, I really wanted to be there to see it in person. So, I adjusted my plans so I could be home in the afternoon when they had planned to meet. We were both quite excited by this new part of the dynamic, and the sex we had over the days prior to their meeting was incredible.

Tuesday morning arrived, and I went into the office as planned. However, I found it almost impossible to get anything done. My wife was messaging me throughout the morning, updating me on the plan. He was going to come over around noon, under the ruse of having a doctor’s appointment, they would do their thing, and he would head back to work when they were done. The sexual tension was off the charts, and I made plans to leave before noon so I could make it home in time to enjoy the show.

Unfortunately, as is often the case in my work, a meeting ran long, and my departure was delayed. It was excruciating. My wife told me that he was on his way, and she would try to delay things for as long as she could. My head was spinning as I tried to get things wrapped up and rush out the door. I hurried across town, arriving at our apartment about 45 minutes later than I had planned.

My heart was pounding as I reached our door. I opened it quietly and stepped inside, putting down my things in the hall. As I walked down the hall, I could hear some muffled noises coming from the living room. I turned the corner and froze.

The guy was sitting there, fully nude, on our sofa. His head was titled back with his hands clasped behind, his eyes closed with a satisfied look of pleasure and relief on his face. And there was my wife, on her knees before him. She was topless, and her perky pink nipples were hard with arousal. She was passionately sucking his cock, slowly bobbing her head up and down, her hands gripping his thighs. Her eyes were locked on his face, and the only sounds were their soft moans and the sloppy, wet sounds of her lips sliding up and down his rock-hard shaft, glistening with her saliva.

I stood there for a moment, feeling my own cock growing inside my jeans, until my presence was felt. Her eyes darted to meet mine, and she came up off his cock, grasping it with one hand as she turned towards me. He looked up, first at her, and then at me. I nodded at him and he started to say something before she interjected, smiling and saying “Hey love, sorry, we waited as long as we could.” I told them not to worry about it and to carry on, my cock throbbing as I took in the sight before me. She grinned knowingly and then turned back to him, locking eyes with him as she slowly drug her tongue along the underside of his cock, base to tip, teasing the head for a moment, and then slowly taking it all the way down her throat.

I stood there watching this for what felt like an eternity. My wife is a true master at sucking cock, and loves it more than just about anything. She will, and I’m not exaggerating here, suck as long as a guy will let her. She really put on a show, breaking out every technique she has. I watched in awe, doing everything I can to focus on what I was seeing and not on the aching in my groin. She sucked him hungrily, like he was the last she ever would, teasing him right up to the edge, and then backing off, letting his climax build. When she was finally ready for her reward, she wrapped her lips tight around his cock, sucking on it as hard as she could, her head bobbing up and down like a maniac until he let out a massive groan, his hips bucking, cock pulsing as he came. She took his throbbing cock all the way to the base, eyes fiery and locked on his face as he unloaded a massive load of cum down her throat. As he finished, she slowed, gently milked the rest of the cum out of his cock with her lips, her eyes never leaving his face. He let out a satisfied groan and looked up, eyes shifting between my wife and I as she continued to slowly suck, lick, and kiss his still throbbing cock for a few moments longer.

Then, she stood up, smiling as she came over and kissed me. I squeezed her tits, pinching her swollen nipples gently as we kissed, and I told her how that was to watch. She thanked me, and then went back over to our friend, reaching for his hand as he stood up. She asked if he had time to stay longer, to which he responded with an enthusiastic “Of course!” as he looked towards me. I nodded at him and told them to have fun, and that I had some work to take care of. She grinned and took him by the hand, leading him towards our bedroom. I went back to the front door, grabbed my things, and went to my office. I made my best effort to get back to work, and after a few minutes I began to hear sound coming from down the hall. I heard her moaning, him grunting, skin slapping skin, and the wet, dirty sounds sex as he fucked her. My cock was rock hard, straining against my jeans as I sat their listening, trying in vain to focus on my work.

After a few minutes, I quietly got up and pretended to go to the toilet next to our bedroom. I stood there for a few moments, stroking my cock to those same sounds emanating through the wall, edging myself. When I stepped out again, I peered around the door into our bedroom. There was my wife, bent over on all fours, getting roughly fucked doggystyle. He had one hand wrapped in her long, brown hair, pulling her back towards him as the other pinched her nipple, causing her to moan loudly with pleasure as he fucked her. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in, watching her get fucked by another guy, his balls slapping against her pussy lips as his cock slid in and out, soaked by her arousal.

They were lost in the moment and didn’t notice me, so I stood there for a while longer, watching, before heading back to attempt to work. However, I couldn’t focus on anything else, so I jerked off, trying everything I could not to cum too quickly. A few minutes later, I heard her moaning get louder and quicker, turning into cries and yelps of pleasure as he fucked her even harder. A moment later, I heard him grunting loudly as he came again. This pushed me over the edge, huge ropes of cum exploding from my cock as I envisioned his cock buried in my wife, pumping his load into her tight, aching pussy just down the hall.

The noises subsided as I sat there for a moment, my head spinning. Then I heard them shuffling about as he got dressed and left. My wife came to find me, still naked, skin flushed and sweaty, hair disheveled, pussy lips shining with the mix of her own wetness and his cum. We kissed passionately as she jerked my still aching cock and my hand made its way to her pussy, feeling the sticky wetness of his cum as I slid my fingers inside as she shivered with pleasure. We talked for a few moments about how hot that experience was, until we started to come down from the high. Then, she got dressed and we both got back to work, or at least whatever work we could manage, for the rest of the afternoon. That night, we again had our own incredible sex marathon, staying up until the wee hours of the morning fucking each other senseless.

Since that day, this guy has become one of my wife’s usual fuck buddies, and this experience has become a regular part of our week. He will come over once or twice a week and fuck her. Usually, I’ll try to be around so I can enjoy the show. Other times when I’m out, I’ll look at my watch, realizing the time and my imagination will run wild thinking about what they’re doing right then.

With our lifestyle, I’ve gotten to enjoy watching my wife get fucked by many different guys in many different situations. It’s always super hot no matter what the context is, but this arrangement we have with this guy is one of my favorites. Tuesday afternoons have never been more fun.