I could tell Gin was nervous. My wife sat on the couch beside Jeremy, and while he readily admired her black dress with its sweetheart neckline, she stared down at her hands clasped in her lap.

Still, I saw a faint smile on her lips. She clearly enjoyed Jeremy's attention.

Jeremy had been my best man when I married Gin almost ten years ago. We'd been friends since college, but he felt more like a brother to me.

And tonight, we'd invited him over so that he could fuck my wife while I watched.

I had to admit it felt strange, even a little awkward, to be observing them from my spot in a chair near the window, but that was how I wanted it.

And this was about what I wanted, wasn't it?

Of course, Jeremy wanted it, too. And on some level, I sensed Gin's desire for this to happen. She'd never go along with it simply to make me happy.

It was a fantasy that both shamed and thrilled me. I'd tried and failed to ignore it throughout my marriage, but when it eventually became all-consuming, I realized I had to confess it to Gin. I also knew the risk I was taking by doing so. What if she was repulsed by my biggest turn-on? What if she decided she no longer wanted to be married to me?

She'd been so quiet as I attempted to explain what I wanted her to do. My nervousness made me trip over my words; I ended up floundering helplessly while trying to get them out. She finally took my hand. Her fingers caressed the gold band on my finger. "Let me think about it, Gus," was all she said.

I was perplexed that Gin hadn't seemed very surprised by my revelation. Had I, at some point, inadvertently given her a clue as to what excited me most? When we were first married, I used to ask her if she found this male friend or that male coworker attractive. I'd ask if she ever thought about fucking them. She merely assumed I was jealous and sought to assure me that I was the only one she wanted.

But maybe she'd sensed it wasn't jealousy motivating me to ask her about other men.

Gin thought about what I'd proposed for a week. During that time, we didn't discuss it. Then, last Saturday, she waited until we were lying in bed to say, "I'll do it."

Propping myself up on an arm, I searched her face. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "It's still hard for me to understand why you want this, but after looking into it online, I realize it's not an uncommon fantasy."

"I don't really understand it myself," I told her. "It's just that the thought of another man pleasing you while I watch..." I closed my eyes, fighting back a surge of arousal. "It excites me so much." Looking at Gin again, I dared to ask, "Does the idea excite you at all?"

She blushed, averting her gaze. "Maybe a little?"

I couldn't help but grin at my wife's admission. Lowering my mouth to hers, I gave her a tender kiss, then whispered, "Thank you so much, baby."

During the conversation that followed, we agreed we didn't want to invite some stranger into our bed, so that narrowed our options considerably.

"How about Jeremy?" I suggested, as if the idea had just occurred to me. As if I hadn't fantasized about him fucking Gin countless times before.

Though her eyes widened in surprise, she didn't refuse outright. "I guess he would be the logical choice. He's recently divorced, and we can trust him not to tell anyone else about this."

I figured that Jeremy being sexually frustrated would only work in my favor. He was still wounded by the end of his marriage, and though he'd gone on a couple of dates, they hadn't amounted to anything. By this point, the man had to be horny as hell. And Gin was beautiful, with long blonde hair and large blue eyes. While Jeremy and I looked every bit our age, she was often mistaken for a woman in her twenties.

"Are you attracted to Jeremy, though?" I asked her. "I want you to enjoy this as much as possible."

Her blush deepened, which let me know the answer to my question. I was okay-looking and in good shape for a guy nearing forty, but I wasn't muscular like Jeremy. At least my sandy blond hair was still full and thick. When Jeremy began losing his, he simply shaved his head. It was a look I never could have pulled off, but it actually suited him.

Finally, Gin smiled and said, "Jeremy's a great guy. It'll be fun, if he agrees to do it."

I had no doubt he would. Even if my friend found the situation bizarre, he wouldn't be able to resist taking part in it. It was only after Gin and I had a plan in place that a wave of uncertainty roiled in my belly. "Am I an idiot for wanting this?" I asked her. "What if you end up falling for him?"

Gin only rolled her eyes, as if I were being ridiculous. "Don't be silly. I can fuck Jeremy, but I could never love him."

"Why not?"

Her gaze was full of affection as she said, "Because he's not you."

My hunch about Jeremy's willingness to participate proved correct. When I broached the subject with him over beers at a bar, he'd been shocked at first, and more than a little uncertain. He didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. Still, he hadn't required too much convincing.

As I now watched Jeremy move closer to my wife on the couch, I tried to hide a pleased smile, for he regarded her with undisguised lust. I couldn't help but wonder how long he'd wanted Gin. He'd been a good friend, never revealing his attraction to her. But now that we'd invited him to indulge it, he wasn't holding back.

The three of us had lingered over our glasses of wine, and I was about to offer Jeremy another when he looked at me and said, "What do you think about me kissing Gin?"

My cock jumped at his question. Leaning forward, I replied, "Oh, I definitely think you should."

Gin was tense at first, but Jeremy quickly warmed her up. Slipping an arm around her, he drew her close. His smile was reassuring, as if to remind her that they already knew each other well.

Then, he pressed his lips to hers. He was smooth about it, far from overeager. And Gin soon melted into that kiss. I eagerly watched their tongues meet between their lips. Jeremy was obviously hungry for this, but he took it slow, simply caressing her cheek and shoulder. As his mouth traveled to her neck, her gaze met mine. Again, I smiled, giving her an encouraging nod.

She rewarded me by taking Jeremy's hand and placing it against her left breast. I heard his moan of pleasure. The sight of them made my blood run hotter; my cock was already hard. Rising from the chair, I moved toward the couch. Jeremy sat back, as if afraid he'd gone too far. The bulge in his pants was obvious.

I took Gin's hand and gently drew her to her feet. It was my privilege to help her out of that beautiful dress. I felt like I was unwrapping a priceless gift, for she was naked underneath the outfit.

Jeremy's stare was fixed on my wife as I unveiled more of her body to him. I got a little carried away tugging down the dress's bodice, and she gasped when I exposed her breasts. They were perfect C-cups, with rose-pink nipples. Jeremy released another moan, stroking himself through his pants.

"Look how much he wants you," I whispered in Gin's ear. "Are you ready?"

She was breathing faster. I knew if I placed my fingertips on the inside of her wrist, I would find her pulse racing. "Yes," she whispered back.

Finally, I removed the dress with a flourish. Gin now wore only her heels and thigh-highs. Jeremy's gaze traveled over my wife, lingering on her waxed pussy.

"My God, you're beautiful!" he murmured.

I stepped back, returning to my role as a spectator. "Show her how beautiful you think she is," I told Jeremy.

He quickly stood, his hands and mouth eager as he took my wife in his arms. Gin moaned at the feel of his fingers grazing her hard nipples. Silently, I urged Jeremy on, but it was Gin who grew braver. During another fierce kiss, she reached between his thighs to fondle his cock. My smile widened to a grin. Gin and I had originally planned to invite Jeremy into our bedroom, but at this rate, I knew we'd never make it out of the living room.

"Oh, that's nice, baby!" Jeremy said to her. "I'm already so hard for you."

Gin started to unbuckle his belt, while he worked at the buttons of his dress shirt. Like me, he'd dressed nicely; we both understood the significance of this occasion. My wife was still a little nervous, for she fumbled at unfastening Jeremy's pants. He was happy to take over the task, and when his dick finally sprang forth, my eyes widened. Gin actually let out a yelp of surprise at the sight of it.

I was about five and a half inches long when fully erect, but Jeremy had three inches on me. At least. And holy shit, he was thick!

"I've never..." Gin started, then quickly fell silent before looking over at me. My face burned with shame as I realized what she'd been about to say: I've never had a cock that large.

"You're really big," she finally told Jeremy.

His smile was full of pride while he stroked himself. "But you'd like to feel me in your mouth, wouldn't you, sweetheart? Just take the tip between those gorgeous lips."

I had a feeling Jeremy was skilled at coaxing women into the challenge of sucking his enormous dick. Gin's gaze was riveted on his erection. She looked simultaneously helpless and eager.

Then, she stepped out of her heels and sank to her knees before him. Seeing his cock just inches from her face made me fight back a moan. After shrugging out of his shirt, Jeremy pulled his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside. His broad, hairy chest exuded masculinity.

From where I stood, I noticed Gin trembling. Yet she didn't hesitate to reach for Jeremy's cock. His girth was so massive that she struggled to get her fingers all the way around his shaft. As soon as she began stroking, he let his head fall back. While he basked in her touch, his eyes drifted closed. His breathing grew heavy, and I saw his erection pulse in my wife's hand.

My own dick was straining against my pants, and I hurried to free it. Neither Gin nor Jeremy looked over at me; they were too lost in each other. Gin finally leaned forward and gave his cockhead a tentative lick. I loved her initial hesitance, but it soon gave way to lust. Drawing closer for a better view, I watched her take Jeremy in her mouth. When he finally focused his stare on me, his face was questioning: Is this okay? I nodded, making no effort to hide how turned on I was. I couldn't help but be relieved that he gave my cock only a passing glance, his expression revealing no judgment.

Gin had to open her mouth wide to accommodate Jeremy, but even then, he was stretching her lips. Not once did he try to force her to take more. Instead, he praised her technique. He seemed to especially enjoy the way she swirled her tongue over his tip, teasing the hole.

"Such a good girl!" he said in a guttural voice. A blatant naughtiness overtook my wife at that moment. She licked and stroked his cock, and then went crazy suckling his heavy balls. He rested a hand on her head as a loud groan emerged from his throat.

Again, he looked at me. This time, he appeared triumphant. "You never told me how amazing Gin is at sucking cock."

My wife moaned around his dick, obviously pleased by his compliment. 

"Oh, her mouth is amazing, all right. And just wait till you feel her pussy," I said.

My filthy words made Gin moan even louder. Soon, she was sliding her lips farther down Jeremy's shaft. She seemed to delight in the effort it took to suck his monster dick. It wasn't possible for her to accept every inch, the way she easily did while going down on me. But her hands worked to stroke the part of Jeremy's cock that her mouth couldn't reach.

At one point, my wife gagged herself on his length. Saliva leaked from her mouth, and as she pulled back to take a deep breath, I saw that her eyes were watering. All the while, she kept jerking him off, her gaze riveted to his veiny dick.

"You think your sweet little pussy will be able to take it all?" Jeremy asked, brushing Gin's hair back from her face.

She flashed him a devilish grin. "I want to find out. Right now."

They returned to the couch, sitting side by side. Jeremy lowered his mouth to Gin's tit, hungrily sucking her nipple. I took this opportunity to kneel on the floor in front of her. When our stares met, I noticed her eyes were bright with excitement, and her cheeks were flushed the same pink shade as her nipples. Spreading her legs apart, I slid a hand up her thigh, seeking out her pussy. Christ, she was sopping wet! She mewled with pleasure as I massaged her clit.

Yet my fingers were no match for what Jeremy could provide. Grabbing him by the chin, my wife lifted his head and told him, "I want to feel your huge cock inside me!"

My own dick pulsed fiercely at her words. I was ashamed to be so excited by this, but it was my deepest fantasy now coming true. Jeremy looked at me for a moment. Then his stare dropped to my erection. A knowing smile appeared on his lips. It was as if he could sense the turmoil inside me, that shame mixing with undeniable arousal.

He stood up from the couch to finish undressing. But before removing his pants, he leaned toward me. I was surprised at the feel of his firm hand on my head. Pushing me forward, he said, "Eat her pussy."

I immediately obeyed, my dick throbbing as Jeremy pressed my face harder between Gin's thighs. When he let me go, her hand replaced his. Gripping my hair, she cried, "Oh yes, just like that! Jeremy got my cunt nice and wet for you, Gus!"

Fuck, my dick was weeping precum by this point! I loved the way my wife held me so tight, demanding that I lick up the juices another man had summoned forth. It was only after he rejoined her on the couch that she released me. I sat back, licking my lips. Her fluids were all over my cheeks and chin. Jeremy gave Gin another kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth. I stared, transfixed by the sight of her yielding to him completely.

I was thankful Gin and I had splurged on a huge couch, for it enabled her and Jeremy to lie down on their sides, with her back nestled against his front. Both of them were facing me. Now that they'd comfortably settled into the spooning position, Jeremy lined himself up, cock in hand.

Gin reached behind her, resting a palm on his hip. "Will you go slow at first?" Her face and voice were submissive in a way she'd never been with me.

"Of course, baby," Jeremy promised.

Gin raised her right leg so that I'd have a clear view of their fucking from my place on the floor. I couldn't believe how flushed and swollen her pussy was. Had I ever succeeded in arousing her this much?

As wet and ready as Gin was, she still gasped when Jeremy began easing inside her. He took it slow, just like he said he would, but his size clearly overwhelmed her.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

She winced, biting her lower lip. Yet she told him, "Keep going."

I leaned forward, my tongue extended. As I licked Gin's clit, my face was so close to her entrance, and to Jeremy's cock, that I could easily witness him taking her inch by inch. My wife started moaning, and when I lifted my head to study her face, I saw that Jeremy had slipped an arm beneath her and was squeezing her tit. She appeared almost unrecognizable, with an expression full of abject need.

Breathing in, I smelled the heady scent of sex. Again focusing my attention on Gin's pussy, I watched Jeremy's cock stretch her flesh. It looked painful, the way his hardness made her body yield.

But when he dared to start thrusting, Gin's eyes actually rolled. "Oh my God, you're so big inside me!"

"And you're so tight around my cock!" He pumped his hips, maintaining a gentle rhythm.

"You're taking all of his dick, sweetheart!" I couldn't believe Jeremy was able to bury himself inside of my wife's cunt.

She seemed at a loss for words. Her lips were parted, as if she wanted to cry out, and her gaze was full of a kind of pleading. "He feels incredible!" she told me. "Oh, I'm so glad you wanted me to do this, Gus!"

Both Jeremy and I grinned at her helpless bliss. He began thrusting a little faster, making her tits bounce. When I lowered my head again, Gin reached out a hand to stroke my back.

"Keep licking my clit!" she urged me.

I didn't hesitate to obey, even if it meant I was only inches from Jeremy's dick thrusting in and out of her pussy. His flesh was coated with her juice; not even the initial pain had made her dry up. I flicked my tongue against her swollen pearl while jerking my cock. At first, I could hear the obscene sound of their fucking, but it was soon drowned out by Gin's shrieks and squeals.

"Yes, oh God, yes! Fuck me with that big dick!"

I felt utterly inadequate in the face of my wife's ecstasy, but that inadequacy only served to fuel my arousal. Though my dick was rock-hard, I doubted it could satisfy Gin now that Jeremy had stretched her pussy so wide. Thank God I wouldn't be doing any fucking tonight.

When Gin's thighs started quaking, Jeremy withdrew from her almost completely. "Look how my cock has her dripping!" he told me.

My face burned as I stared at the evidence of what he'd done to her. Meanwhile, Gin whined for more. "Fuck me!" she begged. "Make me come!"

"Oh, I will, you naughty little slut!" Jeremy thrust back into her, drawing a low scream from her throat. He began taking her hard, harder than I ever would have dared to. She clawed at the couch, her mouth open wide. Her face was a mask of pain and pleasure. I had to stop masturbating out of fear that I'd shoot my load too soon. This was hotter than I'd ever imagined, seeing my wife getting railed by a dick she could barely handle.

"I'm close!" she managed to choke out.

"I'll keep pounding your cunt till you come!" Jeremy's cock was relentless; it had to be fucking Gin raw. But she made no effort to hide how much she loved it.

I resumed stimulating her clit, my eyes fixed on Jeremy's dick moving faster and faster. He was practically jackhammering her now. I could smell the tang of their sweat. Again, she screamed, and I suddenly felt her flesh quiver beneath my tongue as she reached a powerful climax.

Jeremy kept rutting away, panting from his own lust. How was the man able to withstand the contractions seizing Gin's body?

"I'm gonna come inside you!" Though Jeremy made those words sound like a threat, he knew that was exactly what Gin and I wanted. My balls tightened at the thought of him filling her pussy with his seed.

"Gimme your cum!" she pleaded, still writhing in his arms.

"You hear that, Gus?" he asked me through his heavy breaths. "Your wife's begging for it!"

I could only whimper while growing painfully tense with anticipation. It seemed to take an eternity, but in fact, it only took seconds more for Jeremy to orgasm. He shouted, then groaned, as if bearing a heavy weight. I noticed his cock wasn't all that far inside Gin when he came, and I knew the reason for that.

Before he'd even finished, I turned to lean back against the couch. Still sitting on the floor, with my head now resting on the cushion, I stared up at the ceiling, my mouth wide open. My wife and Jeremy quickly moved so that she could plant a foot on either side of my head. I could see her well-fucked opening right above me. Her legs were still shaking, and Jeremy hurried to help support her.

And then I was rewarded with the sight of his cum oozing from her gaping hole. I furiously jerked my cock, right on edge. Shame stoked my lust as the first glob of semen escaped her pussy and landed on my waiting tongue. Hot and salty, bordering on acrid, it was a taste I craved. A needy groan sounded from low in my throat when more cum dripped on my lips and cheek.

"You like that, baby?" Gin purred.

In response, I swallowed hard and then held out my tongue for more. When it was slow in emerging, Gin reached between her thighs and scooped it up with her fingers. As soon as she worked those fingers into my mouth, I reached my own shuddering release. My semen, more watery than Jeremy's, shot forth to strike my belly and chest. I groaned louder while licking and sucking Gin's fingers.

"That's it, feed it to him, Gin!" Jeremy urged. "We know what makes him come hard, don't we?"

"We certainly do." Gin sounded utterly satisfied. "You've turned us both into sluts, Jeremy!"

As the two of them laughed, I closed my eyes. Both shame and elation surged through me. Gin finally withdrew her fingers from my mouth, then whispered, "I love you."

I beamed up at her, for I now understood where I belonged. My place was right here at my wife's feet, with the taste of my friend's cum still lingering on my tongue.