Mie's 40th Birthday

"Hey Brad, it's Mike. Rachel mentioned... that she wants me to, uh, text you. I'm sorry, this is a bit awkward. She said you might be able to, ummm... help us out."

My heart raced as I hit send, Rachel's eyes burning into me. "God I love you. I'll leave it to you to arrange things with Brad, I'm sure you'll organize something 'speciall for your birthday."

I stared down at my phone, waiting for Brad to respond. My throat tightened with anticipation as I saw the three little dots appear on my phone.

"Ah, Mike, I was wondering when you were going to find the nerve to text me. Rachel's still an absolute babe, I'd love nothing more than to help you both out with this little fantasy of yours."

"Appreciate you being open to this Brad. Just know that it is a one-time thing"

"I know that, Mike. It was always purely sex with us no emotions, although I do sometimes miss how she used to come to my place late at night;l just desperately begging for my cock. I kind of like the idea of showing you how slutty Rachel can be for me."

The words hit me like a punch in the gut. What had I just started? Was I really going to allow Brad to have my wife? I couldn't deny how the feeling of excitement that had taken ahold of me, I could feel my pulse quicken in my throat.

"So, I was thinking maybe you could come over for dinner next Friday and see where things go from there. Is that okay?"

"That sounds nice and casual, but I have other plans in mind. I'm going to take Rachel on a date. Just the two of us. You'll make the reservation and pay of course. You know, just so we can get reacquainted. Make sure nothing is awkward before we come back and put on a little show for you. Okay?"

I gulped as I realized that I was going to have to give up control. "Yah, sure, um I guess." I responded nervously.

"Good boy, why don't you make a reservation at Mario's Kitchen downtown. Make sure it is a VIP booth. I'll swing by and pick up Rachel at 6. Oh and Mike, make sure she's wearing that sexy lingerie that you bought her."

"Okay, see you then." I replied nervously.

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I heard the knock at the door.

My heart raced as Rachel opened the front door as I watched from the shadows of our living room, fighting the urge to barge out and call this off before it was too late. But I couldn't move, I wanted this to happen too badly. I could feel my heart quicken as I watched Brad step through the front door, his muscular physique obvious under his fitted sports coat. I watched as Rachel smiled at her old fuck buddy, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. I could barely believe my eyes as Brad's lips met Rachel's in a passionate kiss. Watching Rachel lean into Brad, pressing herself against his chest as they shared a long, lingering embrace. I watched as Brad's hands crept slowly down Rachel's back, gripping the soft fabric of her black satin dress. The way it hugged Rachel's figure so tightly, emphasizing her curves in a way that drove me mad with desire every time I looked at her. Watching as Brad's hands grasped Rachel's ass, pulling her generous hips into him exposing a glimpse of Rachel's lacy lingerie beneath. The smell of Rachel's perfume, mingling with the woody scent of Brad's cologne drove me wild. As the moment stretched on, I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting us into.

Brad's lips finally parted from Rachel's, aand she was left gasping for breath while his hands hugged the curve of her hips. "Let's go," Brad demanded seductively, locking his eyes with me for just a brief moment before he turned towards the door. Rachel's cheeks were flushed with a deep shade of pink as she bit her bottom lip and looked back at me. I took a deep breath as I watched her grab her purse and walk out the door, turning to blow me a kiss before shutting the door firmly behind her. Each click of the door lock echoed like a gunshot, as I was left alone in the living room. As the silence grew thicker, I fantasized about what lay ahead and hoped that they would come home soon. The anticipation, the longing, and the jealously formed a confusing jumble of emotions that left me mad with arousal.

I nervously paced the rooms of our Upper East Side apartment, my eyes checking the clock for the hundredth time in the last hour. I knew that Brad wanted to have some alone time with Rachel to reconnect over dinner before coming back here and letting me watch as he fucked my wife. But imagining them alone together at dinner, the thought of my wife on a date with another man, Brad putting his hand on her thigh and whispering in her ear about what he was going to do with her drove me wild with both envy and desire. I kept replaying their passionate kiss as they left over and over again in my head. The anticipation was more than I could handle, I needed to know how the date was going, so I picked up my phone and sent Rachel a text message.

"Hey, just checking in. How is everything going? Are you guys still at the restaurant?"

I stared impatiently at my phone desperate for a response. The suspense was killing me as I imagined Rachel kissing Brad at dinner, laughing at his jokes, touching him arm, acting as his girlfriend in public. I tried to distract myself by doing some chores, burying myself in a mindless task of cleaning and tidying our apartment, but my thoughts kept drifting back to images of Rachel and Brad. I imagined Brad pinning Rachel against the wall in a quiet corner of the restaurant, his muscular body pushing against her as his hands explored Rachel's curves and she moaned quietly with pleasure. The thought made my cock twitch in my jeans, feeling waves of jealously wash over me.

I started to get nervous that I hadn't heard back from Rachel after texting her over an hour earlier. I started to worry and sent her another message.

"Hey babe, just making sure everything is okay? Update me please."

It torture, knowing that I was excluded from their intimate encounter. As I sat alone in our apartment, nervously staring at the blank screen on my phone, I started to wonder if I had made a terrible mistake. I had told Rachel that I wanted to pursue my deepest fantasy, but at what cost? The sound of my phone buzzing in my hands jolted me from my thoughts. Hoping it was a response from Rachel I was disappointed to see it was a text message from OpenTable about the dinner reservation.

"Hi Mike, we're sorry that you did not make it to your reservation tonight at 7:30 PM. If you would like to reschedule, please feel free to reach out. Thank you. Sincerely, the Staff of Mario's Kitchen."

As I read the text message a wave of unease washed over me. What were Rachel and Brad doing together? Why did they miss their dinner reservation? Why hasn't Rachel texted me back? Was everything okay?

I paced nervously around our apartment, my mind consumed by images of Rachel and Brad together. I didn't want to seem needy by sending a third unanswered text so I tried to distract myself with other activities - work, watching TV, even meditation - but my thoughts kept drifting back to Rachel. I wanted to know what was happening, but I didn't want to show that I didn't trust her, so I kept staring at my phone waiting for Rachel to text me back. The screen stayed frustratingly blank.

Finally, as I was about to break down and call Rachel, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw that Rachel was calling me on video chat. I answered the call and felt relieved to see Rachel's smiling face on the screen, her eyes wide and cheeks slightly flushed.

"Hey Mike," Rachel said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, desperate for an update. "The restaurant texted me half an hour ago saying you missed your reservation. I was starting to get worried, is everything okay?"

"Mhmm, I'm sorry babe, I didn't want you to worry - everything is going great here," Rachel said as she took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. She hesitated a moment, before saying, "Brad and I.... well we just got talking about old times and got carried away. One thing led to another, and well... we couldn't stop," she said, her voice shaking slightly as her cheeks flushed even redder.

"I'm glad everything is okay, how's the date going so far? I asked.

Rachel's lips parted as she let out a silent moan. "Mhmmmmmmm, uhmmm.. the date? It's going.... really... fantastic... Brad's so.. I mean.. it's really, really good!"

I relaxed slightly, relieved that the date was going so well. "Good, I'm happy it's going well so far. So where did you guys end up going for dinner? When do you think you'll be home?" I asked obliviously.

Rachel's brow was glistening with sweat as her breathing quickened. Her voice was raspy as she said, "Mhhhmmm, well... Oh god... we... fuck... ended up going to Brad's hotel room for a... drink." Rachel paused for a moment to emphasize drink. Rachel looked deeply into my eyes as if pleading me to ask my next question.

My heart raced as I took a deep breath. "And where is Brad now?" I asked, my voice timidly only above a whisper.

"I'm glad you asked," Rachel replied with a grin. "Well he kinda has his hands full at the moment."

My heart skipped a beat at her words.

Rachel flipped to the front camera and slowly panned down to show Brad's cocky, grinning face between her thigs. Brad's tongue and lips were sucking gently on Rachel's clit as he slid two fingers inside her pussy while Rachel ground her hips into him. My heart was caught in my throat as I stared at the screen, my eyes transfixed by what I saw. Brad was kneeling in front of Rachel, his lean frame wearing only tight fitted black boxer briefs, a smug smile playing across his lips.

Rachel's skin was glistening in the dim light of the room, her thighs trembling as Brad touched her. The black straps of Rachel's garter belt were around her waist, accentuating her neatly trimmed mound. Rachel's nipples were clearly visible and hard under her shear black lingerie.

Brad paused and looked up at the camera with a confident grin, "Hey buddy, sorry for the change of plans but I just couldn't wait to fuck Rachel any longer and she certainly was eager. God, you are a lucky man, your wife has an incredible ass. I forgot how sweet her pussy juices tasted."

I held back a moan as I watched Brad's jaw work methodically as he savored Rachel's pussy as her hips ground into him rhythmically. Rachel tugged lightly on Brad's hair while he traced circles around her sensitive clitoris with the tip of his tongue, enticing small whimpers of pleasure from Rachel.

I watched on in stunned silence, my heart pounding, absolutely entranced by the sight before me. "Holy shit babe," was all I could gasp as I could feel my cock straining in my pants. Jealously and desire warred within me as I watched another man bring my wife to the brink of an orgasm. I couldn't help myself as I started to stroke my cock, watching as Rachel moved her hips on Brad's fingers. I could see the curve of Rachel's breasts and the flush of her skin, as I watched her moan with pleasure for another man.

"Oh god, Mike, that is so fucking hot," Rachel cried out, her voice strained with pleasure. "Yes, yes, stroke your cock while you watch Brad make me cum. Good boy."

Brad looked up at the camera and winked at me, his mouth glistening with Rachel's juices. I groaned at the sight of him between my wife's legs, pleasuring her with such skill and intensity, it was almost too much for me to bare. My cock was rock-hard in my hand, slick with precum as I stroked myself faster, desperate for a release. Watching Brad pleasure Rachel like this, seeing how much she enjoyed it, was both maddening and arousing. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. My gaze was locked on the scene unfolding on camera in front of me, powerless to resist the primal urge of watching another man pleasure my wife.

I watched as Rachel's soft labia is stretched by Brad gently pulling them apart with his tongue, exposing the deep pink inner walls of her vagina. Tiny droplets of wetness peeked out of her pussy. Beads of moisture formed along the curve of her hips, as Brad skillfully pressed his tongue against her. Rachel's hands gripped the bedsheet tightly as she tried to hold the camera steady, her knuckles turning white while her moans grew louder.

Brad's fingers continued moving in and out of Rachel's pussy with increasing intensity, his tongue flicking against her slit with the perfect amount of pressure. Rachel's moans grew louder, and even as she looks at me on camera, she is so engrossed in the moment that she seemingly forgot that I was watching. She became consumed by her pleasure, her body writhing against the sheets.

"God dammit, Brad," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that!"

Brad slowed down his movements, teasing her, before picking up his pace once more. Rachel's hips moved in time with Brad's fingers, her body trembling with pleasure. She was close, so close to the edge.

"Come on baby, cum for me," Brad growled, her voice low and deep. "Cum all over my fingers, just like you used to." Rachel obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Rachel's pussy pulsed around Brad's fingers, her clit throbbing. Rachel cried out in pleasure, her body trembled with the force of her climax as I could feel my own release barreling towards me. I couldn't help but stroke myself faster as I watched Brad slide his fingers in and out of Rachel's soaked pussy, his tongue torturing her clit with expert precision. Suddenly, I could feel myself lose control, I let out a groan and exploded, sending wave of hot, sticky cum onto my stomach. As my orgasm finally subsided, I took a deep breath and I tried to come back down to earth.

I continued to watch Brad's every movement, the twitch of his lips as he savored the taste of Rachel's pussy, the dart of his tongue as he lapped up every drop of her release. "Mmm, Rachel, you taste so fucking good," Brad murmured, his voice husky with desire. Rachel moaned softly, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, as Brad continued to lavish his attention on her. I could see the sweat glistening on her skin, the curve of her breasts and the dark peaks of her nipples. I had never seen Rachel so turned on, so lost in pleasure. And although I knew I should have been jealous, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Fuck, that was hot babe," I growled.

Rachel's cheeks were flushed, as she turned her attention back to the camera. She locked eyes with me as she reached down to touch herself, bringing her wet fingers up close to the camera for me to see. "Did you like that, baby? Brad's tongue buried deep inside my pussy?" Rachel ran her fingers firmly over her clit, rubbing in slow circles as she studied me intently. "I see you enjoyed yourself," she said with a sly grin looking at me covered with my own cum, "I hope you're not finished, because we're just getting this show started."

Rachel turned to look at Brad, their eyes locking. "Brad, I want Mike to watch me suck your cock," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. Brad obviously didn't need any more encouragement as he lay back in the bed, his hard cock straining against his tight boxer briefs.

Rachel handed the phone to Brad so I could see her from his point-of-view; I watched her climb onto the bed positioning herself on fours in front of Brad. I watched Rachel slide her hands up Brad's thighs, rubbing her fingers softly against the outline of Brad's cock. "Look at how big he is Mike," Rachel purred into the phone, arching a provocative eyebrow in my direction. Rachel kissed the outline of Brad's cock through his briefs, wrapping her lips around the head. "Fuck, Rachel," Brad moaned, his chest heaving, "you're driving me crazy." Rachel smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I hope so," Rachel murmured as she slowly pulled his briefs down, springing Brad's thick, heavy cock free.

Rachel's supple fingers traced the thick vein jutting from the underside of Brad's shaft before wrapping her hands around his girth and sliding them down. "I missed your cock," Rachel moaned to Brad, sending a shiver down my spine at her teasing words. Rachel slid her tongue up the underside of Brad's throbbing cock as she said, "you know, you are still the biggest cock I've ever had," Rachel taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she looked me dead in the eyes and stroked Brad's big cock back and forth across her lips.

Heaving a deep sigh, Rachel looked up at me, staring into the camera with a sultry gaze. "If only your cock was as big as Brad's, darling. I love you, but there is something about having a really big cock in my mouth that kist makes my pussy drip." With a wink, she opened her lips and took Brad's cock into her mouth, opening wide as she struggled to take him, pushing his cock deeper in her mouth as her eyes watered. Rachel was shamelessly enjoying the sounds of pure ecstacy reverberating through room as her lips worked Brad's shaft. As though to torture me further, Rachel took her free hand and squeezed her full breasts, moving her hips in slow circles as she sucked Brad deeper with each deliberate stroke.

"Ahh, god, Rachel... I wish I was there with you." I moaned. An almost cruel smile graced Rachel's lips as she continued to swirl her tongue around the head of Brad's cock. "Baby, we both wish that," she replied, "but until then, just enjoy this, because I know I am about to."

Rachel reached down and took Brad's balls into her mouth, taking her tongue going over them as she looked up at me. Gently she started to suck on them, pulling them slightly while her tongue danced around them, flicking this way and that across the sensitive skin. Rachel's mouth was wet as she continued, her cheeks hollowing out she continued to pull gently on Brad's heavy balls. The sight of Rachel's tongue and lips on Brad was electric. Her tongue continued to trace Brad's every contour, as she working up her ridge, working her tongue up his shaft.

Taking Brad's cock softly into her mouth, I watched as Brad's cock glistened with Rachel's saliva. Rachel started to gently lick the head with her tongue, flicking it gently back and forth over the sensitive tip as she opened her lips around it. She took more of Brad in her mouth as his cock grew harder, using her lips to softly suck on it. As Rachel continued to suck Brad's cock, she moved her tongue around the shaft. She twirled around it as her lips were wrapped around him, flicking over the veins that ran along Brad's swollen member. Brad's hand grasped Rachel's hair, guiding her deeper and deeper onto his cock, groaning in pleasure.

As Rachel continued to take Brad's cock deep in the back of her throat, her tongue moved in a circular motion, swirling the base of his cock as she sucked harder and faster. Brad let out a low moan, his fingers tangling into Rachel's hair as she sucked him off. I watched, my cock growing hard again in my hand, as Rachel expertly worked Brad's cock, her head bobbing up and down as she struggled to take him deeper and deeper. Brad's moans grow louder, and I could tell he is getting close to the edge. Rachel increased her pace, moving her hand in tandem with her mouth as she stroked him and sucked him. I watched in awe as Brad firmly grabbed Rachel's hair, pushing her deeper as he fucked her mouth roughly with dominant thrusts. I was shocked to see Rachel become so turned on by Brad's dominance, knowing that she would never let me treat her like that. The sight of her submission to Brad drove me wild.

"Doesn't your wife look sexy with my cock in her mouth Mike?" Brad asked me teasingly.

I continued to stroke myself in pace with Rachel's movements, my breath coming faster as I watched Brad continue to use her mouth roughly. His moans got louder, his thrusts become more erratic, and I could tell Brad was close to the edge. Rachel slowed her pace, drawing out the blowjob and teasing Brad. "Fuck Rachel," Brad panted, his voice sounding strained. "You're killing me." Rachel continued to lick and suck Brad slowly, her eyes locked onto the camera. I could feel my own arousal growing stronger as I watched her, matching her pace with my hand on my cock.