Lucy, my wife of seventeen years, is more beautiful now than when we first married. With long black hair and a creative mind, I was lucky she fell in love with me in high school. Despite being only eighteen, we married in the summer after high school. No one thought we'd make it, but we finished college and obtained great jobs. The problems started when our careers began taking off. The ability to take off on a road trip or to have extra energy at the end of the day slowly vanished. Schedules and obligations took over our lives. We became more like roommates than soulmates.
Everything changed late last year. Mike, a work colleague of Lucy's, became severely ill in the early summer. Lucy stepped in and worked even longer hours without additional pay. Shortly after Mike's illness, he asked Lucy if she'd be interested in hosting an exchange student for the upcoming university year. His foreign exchange student, Gabriel, needed another host family for his junior year. Mike was responsible for Lucy getting a better job; she felt honored and obligated to fulfill his request.
Although from Spain, Gabriel spoke perfect English, French, and Italian. After a lengthy discussion, Lucy and I decided to host Gabriel starting in August.
When Lucy asked for a raise, things got complicated since she performed Mike's job in his absence. To her shock, her employer told her that she was no longer needed. After thirteen years of dedicating herself to the company, she was out and jobless. Lucy enrolled in a master's program and decided to take at least a year off from work.
I had my doubts because she was ambitious and driven. Lucy took advantage of the summer and swam, walked, and ran daily. By the time Gabriel arrived, she was not only down to her weight when we married but also physically fit.
Because of schedule conflicts, Gabriel didn't arrive until the Monday before his junior year in college started. I still worked sixty-plus hours a week. Lucy was intelligent enough to arrange a mostly online and mentored master's program. It would mostly fall to her to keep Gabriel accommodated.
On the day of Gabriel's arrival, I worked eleven hours. When I arrived home, I parked the car, pulled the garbage container from the curb, and walked it over to the protected alcove next to the house. Hearing voices, I unlatched the side gate and entered the backyard. Probably because my arrival was unannounced, Lucy and Gabriel didn't note my entry. My wife was standing next to the patio table, pouring tea with her back to the pool. She wore a beautiful two-piece bathing suit that accentuated her ass. I took a second to admire her and hoped to be able to spend some private time with her. It had been quite a while.
Gabriel stood on the pool steps facing Lucy, ogling her. His hair was dark and curly. He's about five feet ten inches tall. He was more muscular than I expected. He wore tight swim shorts. It was apparent that he was a shower more than a grower. The bulge in his swim shorts jutted ridiculously from between his legs.
I froze, observing Gabriel stare at my wife. Lucy bent over to pick her towel off the floor. The view was revealing. Gabriel continued to stare. I couldn't blame him, as my wife was a stunner--more so due to her renewed fitness routine.
I cleared my throat and announced myself. "Hi, honey. I'm home."
Gabriel's head turned too quickly. He recovered his composure and smiled. "Hola, Señor Gavin. I'm Gabriel."
I walked over to the pool's edge and shook his outstretched hand. "Call me Brian, Gabriel. Nice to meet you." I studiously avoided looking down at his bulge.
Lucy turned and smiled. "Hi, honey. I'm glad you're home. Gabriel and I swam and lost track of time."
Though the glance was fleeting, I noticed Lucy took a longer-than-normal look at Gabriel. When her eyes met mine, they quickly moved away from my face. I trust my intuition, but I also know my wife. She's loyal. It was a matter of how awkward my arrival had been. I mentally shook off the unsettling way Gabriel had been appraising my wife.
We sat on the patio under the outdoor ceiling fans, talking. Gabriel showed no lack of confidence as he spoke about his plans for the year and expressed his gratitude for our accepting him as an exchange student. I tried to dispel the idea that Lucy was a little extra attentive to him when he spoke or looked in her direction. Gabriel was intelligent and articulate. With his darker skin and bright smile, I was sure he'd have his pick among the younger women at the university.
We ate dinner later than usual. By eleven thirty, Lucy and I were accustomed to going to bed earlier.
"I'll be up in a few minutes. Gabriel wants me to show him how to use the TV apps." Lucy gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she entered the living room, followed by Gabriel. Though he had worn shorts, he was still shirtless from earlier. Though slightly jealous, I reminded myself that Gabriel was a good-looking, well-built, strange man walking half-naked around my wife.
Around 1 a.m., I felt a hand on my midsection. It moved slowly down and circled my dick. It hardened immediately. Lucy pulled the cover away from my body. She moved her torso across me and guided her mouth onto me. It had been a very long time since she gave me a blowjob. Her fingers circled the base of my dick as she moved her head hard up and down.
I sighed and grunted. I'd almost forgotten how good it felt or how deliciously Lucy could suck my dick. I'm not sure when the idea popped into my head. As great as the blowjob felt, I was convinced Lucy was blowing me while imagining it was Gabriel's bigger dick in her mouth. I'm not a prude, and I recognize that fantasy is a part of most people's sex life.
After a few minutes, Lucy knelt to my right. She lowered her head to the tip of my dick. Her left hand squeezed and pulled at my balls. Her right hand began to pump me with enthusiasm. When we were first married, she discovered this was my favorite way to cum in her mouth. It had never failed. As Lucy bobbed her head and squeezed with a ferocity that surprised me, I felt my legs tense. Within seconds, I was shooting jet after jet of cum into her mouth. To my shock, she was attempting to swallow it. She stopped doing that years ago. Lucy pumped and squeezed me into her mouth until every drop leaked out.
Before I could go limp, Lucy threw her right leg over me, positioned me with my dick touching her pussy, and drove herself down on top of me.
I grunted first, followed by her. Lucy remained quiet. Not talking was unusual for her. More than ever, I was confident she was mentally fucking Gabriel. She pushed her feet flat on the bed on either side of me and began to fuck me. Her arms were back behind her, giving her stability. Getting in shape paid off for her - and for me. I laid still, with my legs tight so that she could continue to raise her hips off me. As her grunts intensified and she moved toward orgasm, the intrusive thoughts once again overcame me.
I imagined that in her head, she crawled into the sheets of Gabriel's bed downstairs. She was fucking him and using me as a surrogate. The idea excited me. I reached for her hips and pushed her to the side.
She grunted. "I was almost there, Brian!"
Ignoring her, I pushed her legs open and plunged into her. Lucy gasped as I began to thrust into her furiously. "You better finish quick. Because I'm going to."
Lucy responded by pushing her hips hard up and down to meet my wild thrusts. She came within seconds. " Hu! Hu! Oh my god."
I pumped even after her orgasm subsided. Going even harder, I felt myself release. Spurt after spurt of my cum shot inside her. I continued to relish the feeling of a savage orgasm with Lucy. It was the first time in years that I came more than once. I finally collapsed on top of her, my breath coming in gasps. As I drifted off, I again wondered how much Gabriel's arrival might have sparked Lucy's late-night lovemaking. For now, I was tired and satisfied that she'd broken the dry spell and made my head spin.
I might have thought otherwise if I had known what was to come.
...
I worked long hours for the remainder of the week. Each night, when I arrived home, Lucy told me about her day. Although her master's program didn't officially start for a couple of weeks, she spent time each day studying. Several of her classes allowed her to test out for competency.
I noted that she was more tan than she had been.
"Have you been swimming every day?" I asked her as she sat on the patio on Thursday evening.
She nodded. "Yes, Gabriel and I have been swimming either earlier in the morning or mid-afternoon. He's a great swimmer."
"Where is he now?"
"He's at a get-together as part of orientation for new students for the campus. No doubt he'll be in later. He's young and probably wants to socialize, especially with all the available ladies."
Something about the way she said it gave me pause. The idea of them swimming together during the day triggered a jealous reaction. Lucy's face didn't change as she spoke.
"He's probably got his eye on you, Lucy. You're great-looking, you know. Cooped up in this house, he can't help but notice you."
Lucy looked at me in surprise. "Me? I'm an old woman compared to the young women on campus. He doesn't give me a second look." Lucy shifted in her patio chair and quickly sipped her wine.
"They are quite as... experienced as you are, Lucy." I smiled at her.
"Maybe. But Gabriel doesn't know that. Are you jealous, Brian?"
I laughed nervously. "Honestly, yes. He's in great shape, and when I came home Monday evening, he checked you out when you weren't looking."
"I'm too old for him. You know that." Lucy could have sounded more convincing.
"Ha! That's not true. You look fantastic. Plus, you're available. Men find themselves attracted to who is around them." I almost regretted the words as soon as I said them. Thankfully, Lucy took another tangent that had nothing to do with my inadvertent admission.
"I am NOT available. There's no need for jealousy, Brian."
