My wife's name is Anne, one of the things I haven't yet mentioned in this series. There is no reason I never included it up until this point, but as I recapped the events with Jorge, I realized I hadn't mentioned that earlier, which would make the remaining chapters in our saga a little more difficult to document. So now that that’s out of the way, let me get back to describing our brief transition into actual wife-watching.

The day arrived when I would finally get to watch Anne make love to another man, and I was a ball of nervous energy from the moment we woke up until we started our drive to the hotel. After getting our kids to her parents for the night, she had spent a lot of time making herself look extra sexy, which of course, I had no problem with. She had decided on a short, sleeveless black dress, with black fishnet stockings, and her black and white polka-dot high heels, which I had always found sexy. The dress and stockings were, hilariously, part of a Halloween costume from the prior year. It came as a packaged outfit called something like "Sexy Vampire" along with some other accouterments. My wife won "sexiest costume" at the party that year, in part because of the great job we did with her makeup. But I think the fact that her muscular, but ample butt wanted to break out of that dress, also had a lot of sway with the male judges.

Once my wife had squeezed herself into her outfit, we were ready to go. We were staying the night, but Chad had a brief window of opportunity to sneak out. My wife had chosen to ride to the "date" in her sexy attire because the hotel we had chosen was about an hour away, and we figured we would probably not run into anyone we knew. On the way to our "meeting," we tried to make normal husband and wife small talk, but eventually, the conversation came back to that night.

My wife said, "I have a question, and I want you to answer me honestly. Are you sure this is what you want?"

I had to keep my eyes on the road, but I replied, "Yes babe. I have fantasized about this for so long. Are you still sure that you want to do this?"

She quickly replied, "Yes. But I want you to understand something. The only person I love is you, and that won't change. But you need to believe that because this isn't going to be like watching some porn. Chad and I have a history, and I still enjoy being with him. And to be blunt, I love the way he makes love to me. So when we are in that hotel room, you need to be OK with the fact that we're going to kiss, I'm probably going to go down on him, and I might even just throw myself at him. You need to be OK with that."

I replied, "I know. And I am definitely good with everything."

She said, "Cool. I thought so but just wanted to be absolutely sure. Oh, and I wanted to ask one more thing – is it OK if Chad comes inside me? We know what really happened now, so I don't think we have anything to worry about with birth control. He and I have been together so many times...I just thought it would be weird. But if you want him to use protection, I'm OK."

I said, "Don't worry baby, he can go in bare. That was always how I had fantasized about it anyway. I have always gotten hard instantly thinking about watching another man pump his load into you. So tell him he's good to pump you full of as much cum as he wants." I laughed after this last bit.

She sighed and said, "Geez, I love it when you talk so romantically."

And then we both laughed.

When we pulled up to the remote motel, I realized that my wife had not been kidding when she said it was a little sketchy. It looked like it hadn't had a renovation since about 1975. I asked my wife if I should go in, given her current attire and makeup, and she laughed and agreed. I was pleased that they were at least up-to-date enough to use electronic entry cards and wifi, but the room was kind of a dump. Although, the lights were dimmable, which could be useful later on. That also made me wonder how uncommon our visit really was.

I had laughed as my wife was attempting to walk on the gravel parking lot in her heels and asked her why she didn't grab her flip-flops out of the bag. It was then that, hilariously, we realized we had forgotten the bag. Oops! This was worse for her since she would pretty much be dressed as a whore the rest of the time we were here, which I obviously found kind of titillating. Then my wife had an idea. She figured she could call Chad since he was closer, and if he hadn't left yet, he could bring some things.

"Hey babe - it's me", my wife spoke into her iPhone.

I was not prepared to hear her call another man "babe". It was kind of exciting in one way because it meant this was all really happening. But at the same time, it made me a little jealous, and whenever I got jealous, my back would sweat. And so, before a cock had even penetrated my wife's vagina, I was already sweaty. Still, I vowed to persevere, knowing that the pleasure of realizing my ultimate fantasy with my wife would be worth some awkward moments up front.

She continued.

"Yeah...mmm-hmmm. Ok cool. Could you like, grab a t-shirt or a sweatshirt, and maybe some shorts of sweatpants and some flip-flops or sandals? Ok thanks", she said.

I think she secretly wanted me to hear the next few things she said, but she let on to Chad as if she didn't. I think she was playing a little game with me, maybe testing me, to see if I could really go through with this.

While still on with Chad, she said, "I know, me too. Listen my husband's here, so..."

She looked at me expectantly and muted her phone. I said, "Do you need privacy? I mean, I know what's going to go on later, and I'm very much into it. But if there's something…"

She cut me off and said, "Oh no, it's nothing like that. It's just that I wasn’t sure if you'd be Ok with hearing me talk about tonight with him. He's already on his way, and on the verge of talking a little, um, dirty about what he wants to have happen. I am trying to get him off the phone, but I don't want to ruin his mood either. So you can stay, just don’t get too jealous. I'll get him off the phone in a minute."

I said, "It's fine. I am honestly turned on listening to you."

She blushed and unmuted her phone. "Sorry", she said. I could only hear her half of the conversation, but it was definitely going to be a hot night from what I could hear.

Then she looked at me as she said, "Yeah, I know. I want you too...wait, you want me to say what? You're going to have an accident...Ok, but then you need to hang up and focus, or you and your fat cock won't make it here, ha-ha-ha! And yes ok - I want your fat cock inside me. Badly. Ok, happy now? Mmm-hmmm. Ok, bye!"

And with that, she hung up. My dick was rock hard and burning up when she put down her phone.

I said, "He made you say that, didn't he? And you wanted me to hear it. It's ok, I'm good with it. In fact, I’m more than good."

My wife just nodded, but I decided to show her. I stood up, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my erect cock. My wife's eyebrows raised. I said, "As long as I get some action once you two have had your way with each other, I'm good. Honestly babe."

And then I kissed her, and we both waited for Chad to arrive.

About an hour later my wife's phone chirped, and she got up to go let Chad in. When he entered the room, I was surprised. I had seen pictures of him but from about fifteen years earlier. He was a few inches shorter than me, with short dark hair, and a thick, stocky build, with lots and lots of tattoos. I could tell that he probably lifted heavy at one time but has let himself go a little in recent years. Anyway, he entered the room, and it was a little awkward. My wife introduced us, and we shook hands. Then my wife turned to Chad and they kissed, on the lips, and hugged. I noticed him grabbing her ass a little, but given the dress that she was wearing, I couldn’t honestly blame him.

We had decided to go out for a drink, to talk through any potential awkwardness, and maybe to grab some food. The was a small bar and grill attached to the motel. On the walk over to the bar, my wife got between Chad and me, and held each of our hands. I think she was trying to set a tone, and I kind of liked the gesture. I was a little weirded out, but I went along with it. When we entered the bar, Chad said he had to run to the bathroom. While he was away, I told my wife that I thought it would be hot if she sat next to Chad in the booth where we were to be seated. She asked me if I was sure about that, and I said yes.

Over drinks and sandwiches, we made some small talk, and then my wife kind of got to the point. She was sitting next to Chad, grabbed his hand, and reached across the table, and grabbed mine.

She said, "Let's have fun tonight, ok? No jealousy, no pressure."

Then she looked at Chad, smiled, and said, "And you! You just need to have fun and let loose. But please, don't get serious, ok? This is just fun."

She looked at me, and then back at him, and said, "I love this guy very much, but I still have feelings for this guy (looking at Chad), especially this guy down here (grabbing his crotch)."

She laughed, still holding my hand, and Chad and I laughed too. Then he leaned in to kiss her. She didn't resist but grabbed my hand harder from across the tables. Chad had his tongue down my wife's throat for a second, until they both remembered where they were. She continued to squeeze my hand, and as he pulled away from her, she shot me a glance that seemed to say, "Remember, you wanted this."

As we finished dinner, we ordered some more drinks and laid down some expectations. Since I was the one who wanted to watch my wife and then get my turn with her, I wanted to make sure Chad was ok if I got naked along with them. He seemed to be cool with that. Then I asked him if he would be ok with me masturbating a little. I had gone over this with my wife and she was fine with it. My thinking was that this whole hookup would be most fun if I could dive right in after Chad finished his first round with my wife. If I could be nude and sort of fluffing myself, that would make that a lot more to our liking.

In response, Chad said, "Dude, I'm good with whatever. You're the one letting me fuck your wife. I should be thanking you!"

After a couple of rounds of drinks, we headed back over to the motel. Chad had to be home in a couple of hours, so I figured things would proceed pretty fast from here. My wife was very tipsy, which increased the likelihood of things starting almost immediately.

The walk back to our room was going to be a little awkward for my wife, given her "fuck me" heels and her buzzed state. Chad and I took turns carrying her across the parking lot. I held the door, and let Chad carry her into the room. Once in the room, things happened pretty quickly.

Chad laid my wife down on the bed and started kissing her, while I dimmed the lights a little. I watched as she kissed him back and reached up to try and simultaneously pull him onto her, while also pulling off his shirt. He was unbuttoning himself first, and then trying to unzip the tight costume dress, but I think because we had all drank a little too much, they were both fumbling a little. I asked both if I could help my wife out of the dress. Both mumbled their approval, as they did not seem keen, at that moment, on removing their tongues from each other's mouths. This was so hot! I expected to be a little jealous and turned on at the same time, but this was off the charts.

Anyway, my wife finally gasped for air and said, "Yeah babe, just get me out!"

I had already removed her heels, and I had non-verbally worked out with Chad, an arrangement to sit my wife up, and kind of pull it off over her head. Once off, Chad removed her bra, while I helped her out of her fishnets and panties. I managed to sneak in a quick feel of my wife's willing pussy. She was extremely wet, and I did find it a little unnerving that she was so wet for another man, who was now mere moments from entering her.

My wife noticed my little attempt at a feel and jokingly said, "Wait your turn!"

My wife had great tits for a woman in her early forties, and Chad seemed to notice now that they were exposed and bouncing as my wife tried to position herself at the edge of the bed. My erection could not get any bigger, but it wanted to, watching Chad caress and then manhandle my wife's breasts.

I laughed and then watched as my wife and Chad finished the process of getting him out of his pants. His fat, soda-can-like cock, and massive balls, essentially just plopped out of his briefs. My wife immediately moved in to take him in her mouth. I was amazed at his girth. While shorter than my own dong, his member was incredibly thick, in an almost vulgar way. I had begun moving away from the bed, to give them space, and to watch the show from a comfortable distance. I had also removed my clothes, and my erection stood proud in the damp and warm motel room.

It was surreal watching my now nude wife suck another man's cock, but that is the new level we had reached in our little game. Chad grabbed my wife's long brown hair and pulled her head back to push her onto the bed. As he did this, my wife grabbed his cock.

Chad said, "This is the Anne I remember. All business when it comes to dick! You want it, don't you? You wanna get fucked and be my little whore? Well, here it comes!"

And then Chad entered my wife. It was a little unsettling hearing another man talk to my wife that way but it was part of the fantasy, and I had learned over the past year, that my wife sometimes likes it rough. I couldn't actually see his cock go in, as I was at an angle and too far from the bed, but I could see him kneel between my wife's legs, and then thrust his way in. He grunted while my wife gave a quick little yelp, and then a deeper moan as his thickness entered her. They stayed in that position, him upright with her on her back, and her legs in the air, for about three or four minutes.

The sounds of thrusting and smacking became rhythmic, with my wife's moans and groans ringing out periodically. She begged him not to stop, which I knew from experience, meant that she was cumming. Her loud moans over the next ten seconds confirmed that and as Chad kept thrusting, about a minute later she bucked her hips up toward him and came again. I was so hot that I almost came at the same time.

Then, Chad finally leaned down and then onto my wife in a more classic missionary position, and briefly pumped even faster. From my angle, I could now see his huge balls slapping against my wife. But after a few seconds, his thrusting stopped, and he let out a loud, long groan. My wife grabbed his hairy ass and wrapped her legs around him and let out a cry of her own. While he was locked in between her legs, she asked him if he came. He simply grunted, causing my wife and me to both laugh a little. This was a pretty surreal moment for me, as I thought about the millions of Chad's sperm now swimming around in my wife's wet and willing womb. I was incredibly hot and randy, and my balls were aching. I got more and more turned on as I watched my wife and Chad kiss, as my wife begged him to stay inside her just a little bit longer. But finally, she relinquished her leg lock, and he withdrew himself.

Staring at his still somewhat large and glistening member was another titillating moment for me. He was covered in my wife's juices, as well as his own semen, and still seemed to be caught up in the intimacy he had just shared with my wife. I looked at my wife and her lewdly stretched labia, and I needed to be inside of her. There was a wet spot on the sheet, between her legs, and obvious evidence of Chad's cum already leaking out of her gaping vagina. My wife looked me in the eye and motioned me over to the bed.

At this point, I was rock-hard, and on the verge of cumming. I needed to cool things down, but then my wife reached for my cock, to guide me into her wanting cunt. When she did, she gave it a couple of lovely jerks as she guided me in - but her touch was too good! Unfortunately for her, I exploded all over her belly in a monumentally glorious orgasm! I couldn’t help it, as everything had gotten me so hot that her little tugs sent me over the edge. I was disappointed, but also in a state of immense pleasure simultaneously. While still cumming, I managed to thrust myself into my wife's filthy cunt for a couple of good thrusts. Her pussy felt loose and warm, really a perfect sloppy seconds experience. But it was over too fast, and I felt a little ashamed and embarrassed, like I had let her down. But she laughed and kissed me and told me it was ok.

We both got up to get cleaned up, as Chad was already in the motel shower. My wife found Chad's duffel bag, and then found that he had in fact brought a t-shirt. It was hilariously large on her, even though he was only a couple of inches taller than her. His overall thickness still resulted in a shirt than hung more like a dress, as my wife padded into the bathroom.

I was gradually coming out of my post-orgasmic lull as Chad showered. After a couple of minutes, my wife re-emerged, still wearing Chad's shirt. Seeing her in her lover's oversized t-shirt got my juices flowing again, at least a little. It was hot and caused me to reflect on how much of my fantasy I had realized tonight, and how thankful I was to have a wife that was willing to play along.

I came over to her, hugged her, and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Having fun so far?", I asked, although I regretted it because it seemed like a little off-tone.

But she was fine with my question, and said, "Yeah - how about you?"

I mentioned that I was a little disappointed in my performance, but that it was everything I had hoped otherwise. And I reminded her that Chad still could probably stick around for a while, if she wanted to play some more.

I said, "I know a sexy slut-wife who probably needs some more dick. So what do you think?"

She responded, "If you mean me, yeah, maybe."

Then she laughed and said, "I mean always." Then she sarcastically said, "I don't though, he does kind of have to get home. I suppose I might be able to seduce him one more time."

I laughed and slapped her ass, responding, "Might be? Babe, you know full well that ten minutes from now you'll be riding that fat dick!"

Then I laughed, and she said, "That sounds like a challenge. Ok, I accept."

Just then the bathroom door opened, and we looked at each other, and I motioned for her to go to him. I sat back in the lounge chair that was arranged near the wall that faced the foot of the bed. I couldn't see or hear them initially due to a large, old school, entertainment center, but I heard them talking, and then I heard the towel hit the floor. My slowly stiffening cock perked up a little more.

Now I heard laughing, and I watched them move to the bed, my wife guiding her now naked ex-boyfriend over the bed. She pushed him onto his back. She threw off the t-shirt, and then, with her beautiful, bubble-like butt facing me, she began to suck his cock lovingly. After a few minutes of this, as he was pumping and thrusting his hips, she pulled her head up, and mounted his cock in one fluid motion. I was now fully erect. Watching my wife's sexy ass move up and down was intoxicating, and my juices got flowing even more when Chad started grabbing and smacking her ass. My wife seemed to like this, as she was soon cumming. About a minute later I am pretty sure she could hear her soft moans and groans contrast with Chad's intense grunting. I think he was close to cumming when he essentially lifted my wife up and off him. For a second his outrageously fat cock and balls were there gleaming in the dim light of the room, slick with the juices of my wife's sweet pussy.

Before my wife knew what was coming next, Chad was behind her, inserting his fat cock doggy style. My wife uttered a little yelp, and then exclaimed some dirty talk that I couldn't fully understand. I could hear Chad calling her a slut, and my wife moaning louder in response. I moved to stand near the side of the bed, closer to the headboard. From there I could see my wife's face as she was being fucked. God was that ever sexy. Her normally pale face was bright red, which often happened to her when she was working out hard, and she was making a face that told me she was in a state of pure ecstasy.

Chad grunted loudly, and I actually heard Anne say, "Oh God baby. Cum in me! Oh God, cum in me!"

And with that, Chad obliged, letting out a war cry as he thrust his hips up against my wife's ass and stayed there, completely embedded in my wife's pussy. I could just imagine the fresh flood of sperm entering her wanting womb, once again. I was rock hard and on the verge of an explosion myself. This second session had been so hot. And apparently, my wife had passed the challenge!

Anyway, I almost lined up behind Chad, waiting for my turn to enter. Part of the challenge I didn’t mention earlier was that I got to go a second time too if Chad got his. And he had certainly gotten his. He withdrew his fat member from my wife's gaping cunt, and as he did, a nice big dollop of cum dripped out and onto the bedspread. I made a joke about tipping the motel maid, which caused Chad to laugh, and my wife to wonder what was so funny. But as soon as I had uttered my joke, my focus was one hundred percent on putting my cock between my wife's muscular glutes, and into her cum filled pussy. This was actually easy because she was so slimy, for lack of a better word. She felt warm and loose, and amazing, and I began thrusting my engorged cock in and out at a pretty fast clip. I smacked her ass hard, and then rolled onto my back, and pulled her on top of me. She rode me while I licked her breasts and grabbed her ass.

We both noticed Chad, now dressed, leaving. My wife motioned him over.

She said, "You're not going without a kiss goodbye!"

Chad came over, as I continued thrusting up from the bottom, and kissed my wife, even grabbing a breast, while she continued riding me. This was so hot, I just couldn't take it. As Chad finally turned to leave, I grabbed my wife's hips firmly and thrust my cock up as hard and far as I could. Now my wife was cumming, but I was about to as well. I tried to hold out as best I could, and I managed to make it through her orgasm.

She leaned down and said into my ear, "You liked that kiss as much as I did, didn't you? You like having a slut for a wife, don't you? And you like watching other men use me too, right?"

I answered each of her questions in the affirmative, and then I thrust my hips up one last time as a shattering, life-affirming orgasm washed over me. I flooded my wife's already soiled vagina with yet another helping of fresh semen. I held her ass cheeks tightly, and she clamped down on me and wouldn’t let me up.

We lay there in a tight embrace until we fell asleep. It's ironic that during this time I fully realized how much my wife and I were in love. It was pretty amazing, and I think that what was revealed in these moments, beyond the fucking and the dirty talk, are what has kept us together for so long.

More fun would follow...