The first time I ever watched Betty with another man, it wasn't planned. It was pure chance. I was supposed to hit a Knicks game after work with a sales rep, but he bailed last minute. He offered me the tickets, but by then, the office had cleared out and I couldn't get a hold of Betty so with no one to go with, I passed on the game. Honestly, I was feeling horny anyway and figured Betty must be on her way home too. I'd much rather spend the night buried inside her than stuck in the stands watching the Knicks lose.
Apparently, Betty had similar cravings--but she'd already found someone else to satisfy them.
We were living in a cramped studio apartment at the time. The whole space was visible from the front door--just a tiny kitchen off to the side and a narrow alcove that led to the bathroom. I remember walking from the elevator down the hallway and feeling this odd tension crawl up my spine. Something didn't sit right. I paused at our door, key in hand, heart kicking against my ribs.
And then I opened it.
There he was--some guy sprawled on our couch, pants around his ankles, cock standing tall. And Betty--my stunning, insatiable wife--was kneeling in front of him, her head rhythmically bobbing up and down on his cock. Her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowed, eyes half-closed like she was savoring every inch of him.
He jumped, fumbling for his pants. But Betty didn't flinch. She gripped his cock with authority, pushed him gently back down onto the couch, then turned her head and looked at me--completely calm.
"I thought you were going to a hockey game," she said.
"Basketball," I corrected, numbly.
She rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers now slowly stroking his cock like it was hers. "Whatever. Why aren't you there?"
"The rep cancelled. I didn't want to go alone. I called you--left a message. Didn't you get it?"
"I've been... busy."
I swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of the heat rising in my chest. "Yeah... I can see that."
She wasn't stopping. "Do you want me to stop?"
I hesitated. "No. Do you want me to leave?"
Betty shrugged, eyes still on me while her hand teased the slick head of his cock. "Up to you. Are you jealous?"
Before I could answer, she turned her attention back to him--her mouth sliding slowly over his shaft again, as if I weren't even there.
I stood there frozen. Part of me burning with rage--this wasn't the deal. She was supposed to tell me. We had rules. But another part of me... was melting in lust. Watching her worship another man's cock, so close I could hear her wet mouth working him--every fantasy I'd ever had was suddenly, vividly real.
My knees felt weak. My skin tingled. The fantasy had always been abstract--arousing in theory. But the reality? It was electric. Intoxicating. Maddening. I was insanely turned on!
I don't know how long I stood there before Betty paused, looked up at me again, and said with a hint of amusement, "Whatever you decide... can you at least close the door all the way before our neighbors get an eyeful?"
I closed the door and took a seat at our small dining table, just outside the kitchen and only a few feet from the couch where my wife was on her knees with her mouth wrapped around a stranger's cock.
I loosened my tie as I watched Betty work his cock. She was in full command, taking her time with him, alternating between teasing and licking the head, and then sliding down on the length of it, taking it all down her throat with a hungry rhythm, her head bobbing in smooth, practiced waves. I could see his cock glistening with my wife's saliva as she bobbed up and down on him in smooth, practiced waves, taking him out of her mouth and stroking him lazily for a moment, before plunging down on his full length again. She wasn't just giving him head--she was working him, playing him, expertly building him up only to back off just before the edge. She'd done the same to me hundreds of times.
It went on like that for ten minutes, maybe more. Then, without a word, she rose, took his hand, and led him toward the bed.
As she was helping him out of the rest of his clothes, she glanced back at me and said, her voice low and firm, "go sit on the couch and don't go anywhere, I have plans for you later."
As if I was going anywhere.
The room was small, just one open space, so even from the couch I had a front-row seat to everything that was about to happen. I sat down, my pulse steady but rising, and waited.
As I watched them help each other out of the rest of their clothes, I started to feel like I should be ashamed for letting some random mystery guy fuck my wife right in front of me! But I felt no shame. No humiliation. I felt nothing but extraordinary arousal. And to be honest, a little bit of pride that this objectively handsome guy with a big dick, who could probably get about any girl in the room, wanted to fuck my stunning, insatiable wife.
I was rock hard and wet with precum. I had to open my pants and release my erection, stroking it while my wife spread her legs and guided her new fuck toy's head down to her glistening pussy. She pressed his face into her, moaning low and full, her body arching with pleasure.
The more Betty moaned, and squirmed, the more aroused I became, stroking myself harder, feeling myself ready to explode, but holding off. I watched her hips rise to meet his tongue, her thighs locking around his head as she started to tremble. When she came--hard, her whole body shaking--I was throbbing in my hand, fighting the urge to come with her.
Betty pushed his head away and with a sultry laugh pushed him onto his back climbing on top and kissing him deeply, savoring her taste on his lips--something she loves to do with me. Then she slid down his body, sucked his cock for a few teasing strokes, and whispered with a raw hunger, "I want to ride that big cock of yours now, baby."
Then, she looked over at me--slow, deliberate--and reached for the nightstand, pointedly grabbing a condom from the drawer. She rolled the condom onto him with practiced ease, then mounted him cowgirl, her eyes locked on mine. Her tits bounced as she began to ride, slow and deep, moaning as she took him fully inside her. She played with herself, showing off, her cries growing louder as her pace increased. I realized now, she was performing for me.
