I sat silently, in the corner of our bedroom, as I watched my wife snuggle up against her lover. He laid flat on his back, totally naked. She curled up against his muscled body and began to rub her long, slender fingers across his chest. His head turned towards her face. In response, his mouth was met by her awaiting lips. She moved her hand and placed it on his face and drew it closer so that their lips would meet without effort. I watched her tongue dart between his lips. Soon, they were in a deep, passionate kiss, totally oblivious to me and my growing erection. In the semi-darkness, I reached down between my legs and began to slowly rub my growing cock. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies. Hers, traced his muscled chest, while his cupped her lingerie covered, perky breasts. Things began to heat up, as I flashed back to how this all came to be.
This was becoming a new normal for me. Liz and I had known each other since we were babies. Like many close friends, our relationship had turned romantic as we hit our teen years. During high school, we dated on and off. No matter how often we broke up, we would soon find ourselves back together again. As college approached, we found ourselves at the same school. We became roommates and our relationship finally became permanent. After we graduated, we got married, but I our marriage had a secret arrangement.
While we were in high school, Liz had an insatiable sex drive. Quite honestly, I couldn't keep up. She would want to fuck before school, after school and even while I was at my after-school job. She was always up for the craziest and strangest sex. We did everything you can imagine. We tried anal, bondage, pissing on each other, threesomes, denial and at one point I wore a cock cage for a few weeks while she teased the shit out of me. I just couldn't keep up with her constant need for sex. This desperate need, caused many of our break ups. During our break ups, she would fuck as many guys as she could. This would always make me jealous and she knew it. I would always beg her to come back to me and the sex would return to where we left off. She finally professed her undying love for me and told me that she wanted to be with me forever. Her only complaint about our relationship was my sex drive did not match hers. She said she could get passed that, but I knew she could not. By the time we went to college, we had come to an arrangement we could both live with. I got to be with the absolutely hottest woman, that I adored, and she got to have a fuck buddy to fill her insatiable sexual desires, when I couldn't perform.
At first, our new arrangement seemed strange. We would fuck like rabbits for weeks, then my cock would just finally give up. She would take that as her sign to visit her fuck buddy and wear his cock out for a while. She knew that it usually took me a week or so to get my sex drive back. During that week, she would sleep with one of the guys that she met freshman year in her English class. He was a muscle-bound knuckle head with a big cock. He fancied himself a real ladies' man and wanted no commitment to any woman. It was all sex to him and not much more. This arrangement fit our needs perfectly. The funny thing is, he thought that Liz was cheating on me, with him. Every time he'd see me, he would just smile and shake his head as if to say he had stolen something from me. Little did he know, he was being used as a tool and nothing more.
Senior year of college, Liz and I got engaged and after graduation, got married. Before we tied the knot, we set some rules we could both live with. The first was, she was my wife and sex with each other trumped sex with others. Second, during my sexual down time, she could fuck anyone she wanted. Her fuck sessions needed to be at home, when I was at the house. I did not need to watch, I just needed to be there and know she was safe. She loved that and told me that she had always wanted me close by while she made love to her other partners. She said that she had always loved me and that looking into my eyes while she fucked someone was her ultimate fantasy. She shyly admitted that she would cum just thinking about looking at me while she fucked other guys. Her one demand was that her lovers could only fuck her bareback. She hated the feeling of condoms and loved the feeling of a mans warm cum flowing inside her. I reluctantly agreed and asked that she only fuck men she knew were clean and that she stayed on birth control. We both agreed to this and began our married life together.
Today was our third anniversary. As it turned out my sex drive was totally gone. For the last few weeks, we have been having sex almost twice a day. Most mornings, I'd wake up to Liz slipping my morning wood into her dripping pussy. It was a hell of a way to wake up and usually it didn't take long for me to pop one off, deep inside her. As I shoot my load into her, she usually grinds her clit as hard as she can, into me, until I feel her pussy grab my cock and pulse out a rocking orgasm. Before bed each evening, she teases me with her tight bubble butt and begs me to take her from behind. She loves when I pound her ass hard. We had spent weeks fucking like teenagers but now my balls were empty and my cock was sore.
A few days earlier, I told her that I was totally spent and doubted that I could to give her the fucking she so dearly wanted on our anniversary. When I told her this, I was met with a big pouty lip. She sadly said that she desperately wanted hot, hard, anniversary sex and that she had purchased some new lingerie for the occasion. I felt really stupid and bad. I told her that I was sorry. She seemed depressed and didn't say much the rest of the evening. Right before bed, she told me that she had asked her lover to fuck her on our anniversary and that I was going to watch. She said that this was my gift to her. She was going to have her hard sex on our anniversary, with or without me. My heart skipped a beat, but I agreed.
However, there was one catch. She insisted that I sit in the comfy chair, by the bed and watch. My heart almost beat from my chest. I had never seen my wife fuck her lovers before. I had always been close by, but never there in the room. To my surprise, my cock began to get hard. Liz put one hand on my chest and one down my pants as she kissed me. Her long fingers gripped my growing cock as the other hand acted like a human EKG. She pulled back and giggled and told me that she wasn't surprised I got excited at the thought. She said she had always thought that I had wanted to watch and even participate. She then said that she had a gift for me and that she would surprise me with it after her lover left. I was intrigued and anxious to see what she had gotten me.
The night of our anniversary, we went out for a nice dinner. All night, Liz teased me. She wore an amazingly tight dress, with some fuck me pumps that made her legs and ass really pop. At dinner, she slipped her foot out of her heel and rubber my cock with the sole of her foot, from beneath the table. The night was starting out pretty hot. As we returned home, she asked me if I was sure I didn't want to fuck her. I told her that I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I knew that I wasn't going to be able to go all the way, my cock just ached from overuse. She slyly smiled and grabbed her phone and sent a short text. She stripped out of her dress and revealed her new bra and panties. The bra was snow white in color, was totally seamless and very smooth. It looked like it was painted on her. Her panties were thong style and matched perfectly with her bra. She was a beautiful sight to behold.
As she strutted around in front of me, the doorbell rang. She turned to me and told me to go upstairs and get undressed. Liz then told me to put on a condom and then go sit in the chair and be totally quiet at all times. Just like a dog, I ran off and did as I was told. Almost immediately, I heard Liz open the front door. She greeted her guest and asked him if he wanted something to drink. He said he did and I heard them move off into the kitchen. I quickly threw my clothes off and fished in the nightstand for a condom. We never used them usually, so the package seemed old and brittle. I tore it open to find the little rubber disk waiting for me. I fiddled with it a bit as I tried to roll it down my semi-rigid shaft. Finally, it was on and I sat down in the chair and waited in the semi-darkness.
About ten minutes passed before a figure appeared in the door. It was him. Her lover had entered our bedroom. He did not acknowledge me and instead stripped off his clothes. He then pulled back the sheets and crawled into our bed. A moment later, Liz came in and made her way over the bed and climbed in next to him. It then struck me, my wife had just crawled into our marital bed with her lover. On our third anniversary, my wife was being taken by another man, while I watched, because I was unable to perform my husbandly duties.
As my mind came back to the scene unfolding in front of me, I focused on the two of them. After they passionately kissed each other, Liz climbed atop her lover and straddled his groin. She slowly stroked his impressive cock in an effort to make it rock hard. My wife then sat up as high as she could and pulled the thong to the side and began to rub the tip of his impressive tool on her wet pussy lips. Her lover moaned loudly. Liz smiled broadly and slowly impaled herself on his shaft. Again, he moaned in pleasure. She then placed her hands on her ankles and began to ride him, like a horse on a gentle trot. The room began to fill with the sound of her ass slapping down on his legs as she purred like a kitten. His strong hands grasped her tiny waist and he began to thrust himself upwards with each bounce. Liz threw her head back as she increased her rhythm. Her lover expressed how good she looked on his cock and how beautiful she was. This only encouraged her to ride him harder.
Her lover moved his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them tightly. My wife moaned with pleasure at his touch. Her left hand moved down behind her back and began to massage his balls as she rode his hard stick. Every once in a while, I caught a glimpse of her wedding ring, as the diamond caught the soft light from the hallway. The ring I had given her as a sign of my commitment and devotion to her, was now touching another man's balls. My heart raced at the thought. It seemed so very wrong, yet in some strange way, right. Liz was getting what she wanted, what she needed on our anniversary. Something that I knew I couldn't do to either of our satisfaction.
