Let's go back to 2013.
Anyone who's read anything I've written knows my wife and I are very open-marriage and prolific. We're both bi and we both have our own entire alternate universes of kinks.
We both keep regulars around. Depending on the person, either they know the Mrs and I completely divulge or they don't. Usually if they don't it's because it'll make them feel better...like if a guy knows I'm honest with my wife and he isn't with his, it'll make fun less enjoyable, less free.
Mel and I are in it for the fucking. If emotions or psychology gets involved, they done fucked up. Relationships getting involved...no goddam way.
We've been down the road of angry wives and husbands. You don't get to blame me for your husband sucking my cock, I just provided it. I'm not romancing him away.
I know it sounds kind of callous, but Mel and I are kind of jaded to other people's relationships. We know what honesty is about. You want to be dishonest with your spouse, that's on you.
We've screwed around enough that we start to know when things are going south. You texted your nude from your regular phone? Holy shit you're ghosted. You want to go to your place because "the husband is out of town". I'm laughing the whole way to ignoring you.
So one of Mel's fetishes is a domination thing. Not severe, mind you. More like heavily suggested things, lest there be reprisal.
We've done a few cuckold roleplay sessions, kinda fun but not a lifestyle thing. Like eating filet mignon, not often but still enjoyable.
However, Mel really, really enjoys me 'forcing' her to screw another woman or man. It's fun and is a bit more frequent than the other. Often, I'll have to wait until the third participant is gone to flex myself, but that's ok too.
The strange thing is that sometimes there's a meeting of the former dilemma and the latter delight.
In January of '13, Mel had been doing this guy on the side named Will. Younger guy (than me) at 30. Around 5'10", a bit on the heavier side. He'd started losing hair at a young age and decided to nip it in the bud, and really pulled a bare scalp off. Light blue eyes.
Figure...a young Liam Neeson, but bald.
How did I know all of this? He was Mel's coworker. We'd met at a picnic and Christmas party.
As far as Will knew, she was cheating on me. As far as Will's wife knew...unsure, but he thought he was going behind her back. Women are brighter than men give them credit for, so she probably knew.
Mel's take on his technique was that he was pretty confident. He used his average, uncut six inches with more than a little talent. Not bad with his mouth. He was experimental with positions, she said he'd cum like a horse if you had a finger on his prostate at the right time.
About ten months in, he started to get a little feeling of...ownership. This is usually the point that Mel breaks it off. But he was a coworker, which made it a bit more complicated.
(She's screwed around with coworkers since, but always with full disclosure)
So one Sunday afternoon we were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and chatting. My still-hard prick bouncing with my breath and pulse, her chest heaving.
We began to chat about recent adventures...which was what got us started and what would keep us going later. The topic of Will and his more urgent evolution came up. So we started to throw ideas around on how to deal with it.
As she rolled on top of me, we had figured out the plan. We were both completely there for it.
The following Friday just before four in the afternoon I was finishing up work, having gone in an hour early. A text message flashed across the phone, "We're on."
Sweatshirt on, I was out the door.
I literally felt myself flush as I rolled down the 30 minute interstate trip. The sensation of my erection through the microfiber and into my zipper was an intoxicating irritation.
His car was in the driveway, politely parked next to where I left mine. Considerate. I parked the car and got out, entering through the side door of the garage rather than the noisy roll-up.
The master suite is to the right, but the guest bedroom is to the left. We party to the left.
It was from that direction that I heard the unmistakable sounds of a guy clearly doing his thing. According to the driveway cameras, they'd been at it for five minutes at most. He still had stamina. He'd better.
He was standing at the foot of the bed. Mel was lying down on her back, legs in the air. Will had one of her ankles in each hand. His ass flexed with every slow, urgent thrust.
Just inside the door and to the left is a lounge chair. Some antique Mel had refinished. I made my way and sat down.
She glanced at me and half grinned, not enjoying herself so far beyond the scenario. Enjoying herself, definitely, but not lost in it.
Will, for his part, was completely oblivious. He was staring down at where his shaft slid between her utterly perfect lips. If I'd ever seen his cock personally I'd be able to picture it.
"I...I want you...want you in my mouth." She said, pulling away from him and rolling up to her knees, glancing my way with a wink.
Suddenly she sat up, fast enough her large tits bounced. "What...what are you doing here?!" She said in a nowhere near convincing manner. She's since worked on that.
Will bounced in a turn that almost made me slip the act. It reminded me of surprising a little dog. "Holy shit! Joe! Fuck! Uh...."
I just calmly raised my hand, "Oh no. Please continue. Don't stop on my account, clearly you started that way." Derisive. Insistent.
He moved back, looking for his clothes, "I..I uh..."
"No, I was serious, Will. Go back to it. I mean, it's the least you can do." I leaned on the side and put my chin in my hand, "Does Becky know?"
He didn't move an inch. A brief second of anger followed by sheer panic. You could see him blanching.
"Please, continue." I said, pointing to Mel, who was stifling a grin behind him. He turned back to her.
