Author's note: This is a story about a man who enjoys sharing his wife with other men, as told from the perspective of the "other man." If you find this situation offensive or distasteful, please don't read any further.
This can be read as a standalone story, although it is the second part of a trilogy. The first part is titled,
His Wife's Boyfriend.
Jake's body churned with adrenaline as he pulled into Matt and Laura's driveway promptly at the agreed-upon time. He practically jogged up their front walkway and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, his jaw dropped. Laura stood before him, completely naked from head to toe, with the exception of a pair of red high heels.
"You'd better come in before the neighbors see me," she said with a naughty smile.
He walked through the doorway and she shut the door behind him. Before he could say a word, she kissed him deeply, and furiously worked to unzip his pants. She dropped to her knees, forced his pants to his ankles and made his cock disappear inside her hungry mouth. She used her talented hands and mouth to bring him to full attention, and then removed his stiff cock with an audible pop. Without saying a word, she strutted into the dining room to their right.
"Are you coming?" she asked, playfully. "Or are you just going to stand there with your dick out?"
Jake quickly shed his shirt and stepped out of his shoes. By the time he removed his pants and shorts, Laura had positioned herself on top of the dining room table, lying on her back. He glanced around the house and couldn't help but wonder where Matt was hiding.
"I figure we can have an appetizer before dinner," she said with a sexy smile.
Jake grabbed one of her legs and kissed along the length of it, from her feet all the way up to her inner thighs. He then used his mouth, tongue and fingers on her slick, wet cunt and within no time brought her to a powerful orgasm.
"Goddamn you're good at that," she said, stroking his ego once more.
Jake reached into his pants on the floor. This time, he had remembered to bring a condom. When he rose to his feet, Laura was no longer lying on the table. Instead, she was walking into their living room. Once again, he followed her, preceded by his massive hard-on.
She dropped to the floor on her knees and bent face-first over a footstool in the middle of the room. Her perfectly sculptured ass looked delicious and inviting. Jake wore the condom and positioned himself behind her. In a single thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her, and she responded with a loud gasp.
He fucked her deep and hard, and the sound of his swollen cock pounding into her wet pussy, and his pelvis pounding into her fleshy ass, filled the room. He felt a tremendous wave of pleasure building within his groin, and he had quickly reached a point of no return.
"I'm going to cum," he announced.
To his surprise, Laura quickly spun around, yanked off his condom, and jerked him off onto her face. Wave after wave of cum covered her cheeks, mouth, nose and hair.
"Man, you are a heavy cummer!" she said with both incredulousness and delight.
Jake rose upon shaky knees, and Laura produced a towel and handed it to him. Oddly, she didn't use the towel on herself, but instead gingerly brushed away the excess fluid surrounding her eyes.
"I'm going to freshen up before dinner," she announced. "You make yourself at home. There's beer in the fridge."
With his cum still covering her face, Laura bounded up the stairs. Jake dressed, found a beer in the fridge, and took a seat at the bar. Moments later, Matt appeared. He greeted Jake with a handshake and took his usual spot behind the bar.
"So, I have to ask you," Jake began.
"How can I watch another man have sex with my wife?" Matt said, finishing Jake's sentence with a smile.
"Well, yeah," Jake laughed.
"It's difficult to understand, I know," Matt acknowledged, and took a swig of beer as he considered the answer. "Laura is the love of my life. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her -- as you can attest."
Jake nodded in agreement.
"She means the world to me, and I want her to be happy. This," he said, waving his hand in a circle, "makes her very happy. I love seeing the look on her face when she's with another guy. It's a look that I enjoyed myself when we first met. You know how hot the sex is when you first meet someone?"
Jake nodded once more.
"I can't be the new guy anymore. But you can. That rush that you feel when you meet someone new? That feeling fades after a while. Trust me, it will fade with you, too, eventually. I think that is one of the reasons why she stopped seeing the other boyfriends she's had. It gets old after a while, I guess, and becomes routine. You've been married before. You know how it goes with women."
Another nod.
"But don't you feel jealous seeing her with another guy?" Jake asked.
"I don't think 'jealous' is the right word, exactly. I trust her and love her so much that I don't worry about her leaving me for another man, if that's what you mean. But I do feel a great deal of...anxiety, I guess you could call it. Have you ever wondered why people ride roller coasters or jump out of airplanes or visit haunted houses? Even though they aren't putting themselves in any real danger their bodies react as if they are. And they get off on that adrenaline rush. That's basically how I feel when I watch Laura with another guy. It's a thrill. A rush. It's difficult to explain unless you've actually put yourself in my position."
"I guess that makes sense," Jake said after a pause. "Sort of."
"But you still think I'm crazy," Matt added.
"Bat-shit crazy, yeah," Jake said with a chuckle.
"That's okay. You don't need to understand why I do it. You just keep having sex with her, and I'll keep living vicariously through you. Everybody wins, right?"
Jake nodded, and there was a long pause, as he considered his next question. It was a question that had been at the back of his mind since their first meeting.
"So why me?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"There must be a thousand single guys on that web site in this area alone who would kill to be with her. How did I win that lottery?"
"Like I said when we first chatted, I liked what you had to say on your profile. You were honest about what you were looking for, and you could string a sentence together. You seemed like a normal, everyday, average guy. And you had enough class not to post any photos of your junk. Trust me, there aren't many single guys on that site who fit that profile. You also just happened to be online at the right moment."
"Okay," Jake said with a chuckle. "I was just curious."
"That," Matt continued, "and when you showed me your photos, I figured you were good-looking, but not
too
good-looking, if you know what I mean."
"Gee, thanks," Jake said with a laugh.
