How could something make me sick and turn me on at the same time? 

That was the question I asked myself while watching Alistair touch my wife. Bianca knelt on the bed—our bed. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. Behind her, Alistair knelt as well, and his hands snaked around to squeeze her breasts. They were both naked, just as I was, but I was relegated to a chair beside the bed.

I still couldn't believe Bianca had chosen Alistair for this. Of course, I'd left the decision up to her, and she'd connected with Alistair online. He claimed to have plenty of experience as a bull. When she showed me his photo, my eyes widened in shock.

"Bianca, he's old enough to be your dad. Hell, maybe even your granddad!" 

The guy was thin, his skin bronzed from being out in the sun. In the picture, he wore only a pair of briefs, which did little to conceal the substantial size of his dick. His silver hair was combed back, worn a little long. I immediately didn't like him; his arrogance radiated through the phone's screen.

"I think he's sexy," Bianca protested. "Distinguished. And it's up to me, isn't it, Declan?"

Reluctantly, I nodded. "If that's who you want, then we'll do it."

And make no mistake, Bianca had her pick of practically anyone. With dark curls and equally dark eyes, she looked like an old-time movie star. Her body was petite and slender, her breasts small. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and I made a point to keep myself in excellent shape to please her. 

Her choice of Alistair made me wonder if I'd wasted my time working out so much at the gym, for he and I were total opposites. Aside from the fact that I was only a few months older than Bianca, I had a full head of brown hair, the hairline not yet receding. I was tall, my form sculpted. Alistair had reached that age where his skin had begun to loosen a little. What muscles he had looked sinewy. 

Bianca and I met him at a bar earlier this evening. I sat alone, a good distance away from them, and when she pointed me out to Alistair, he merely raised an eyebrow and nodded. My dislike for him only intensified.

But I had to admit the bastard seemed charming, at least in his behavior toward my wife. Numerous times, she threw her head back, laughing at some witty remark he'd made. Her lips, painted blood-red, often curved into a seductive smile as he leaned to whisper something in her ear. 

I told myself I was doing this to make her happy. Bianca and I had been married only a few years, and I wanted her to feel comfortable sharing her fantasies with me.

And wasn't I the one who persuaded her to watch some cuckold porn with me? Wasn't I the one who got so excited by the scene that I came in record time as Bianca stroked me off? 

And hadn't I been unbelievably excited when she'd recently started dominating me in bed? 

After the three of us left the bar, I had to drive home by myself, for Bianca wanted to ride with Alistair to our apartment. I wished she would have ridden back with me so we'd have one last chance to go over rules and boundaries, but I didn't want to make a scene in the parking lot.

In our apartment, Bianca made the three of us fresh drinks, but they were barely touched before Alistair descended on her. Helplessly, I watched them kiss. My wife looked like a wanton slut, extending her tongue so she could slide it against Alistair's. It was filthy, even infuriating, yet I couldn't resist rubbing my dick through my pants.

We soon ended up in the bedroom, and that was where Alistair truly stepped into his role. "Strip Bianca naked," he ordered me. "And do it slowly so I enjoy the show."

Like a humble servant, I removed my wife's black dress, and then her lacy black bra and panties. Kneeling before her, I noticed her smooth outer pussy lips already glistening with lubrication. Fuck, she was so aroused!

Gently, I removed her stiletto heels. I started to lower her black thigh-highs, but Alistair abruptly stopped me. "Leave those on."

He took his time removing his own clothing. Glancing in his direction, I noticed his cock now tented his briefs. Though the guy might have been in his sixties, he was ready for action. 

Bianca stroked my hair, and when I lifted my head to meet her gaze, she offered a sweet smile. Her pink nipples were already hard, and the thought of Alistair playing with those peaks made me flush hot until I felt almost ill. 

Finally, Alistair lowered his briefs to reveal a cock that had to be nine inches long. It bobbed in time with his heartbeat, as if making an attempt to mesmerize my wife. By the rapt expression on her face, I could tell she was utterly spellbound.

"Go on, Declan, take off your clothes," Alistair demanded in that same brusque tone.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off. Instead, I rose to my feet and started to undress. My own dick, just shy of six inches, seemed a paltry match for Alistair's, and I didn't look forward to it falling under his scrutiny. More than that, I didn't want Bianca making mental comparisons and deciding that I wasn't capable of fully satisfying her.

Alistair flashed a lecherous grin at her. "You like this, baby?" he asked. I blanched at the sight of him waggling his dick in invitation.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. "It's really big!"

I actually turned away from them while stepping out of my boxers. My own dick remained semi-flaccid, refusing to cooperate. In shame, I retreated to a chair and watched Alistair beckon my wife closer.

They shared another kiss before he guided Bianca down to her knees. A faint moan escaped me as she eagerly licked the entire length of his cock, covering it with her saliva. The man's balls were heavy, hanging low, and Bianca made a show of sucking each one into her mouth while her hand pleasured his erection.

For a moment, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see any more of this. I heard the wet sound of Bianca's willing mouth, sucking and slurping, followed by a gag as she choked on Alistair's cock. She never had that problem with me; usually, she managed to deepthroat my dick with little trouble.

"Look at Bianca being such a slut for me," Alistair taunted.

I forced myself to do what he said. As I watched her desperately try to swallow his dick, my own fully hardened in response. I was breathing fast, too fast, and I struggled to calm down. Why the hell did this drive me wild? What was wrong with me?

Tears filled Bianca's eyes; she gagged again, forced to pull off. Alistair gave her a chance to recover before he wove his fingers through her curls. Completely docile, she let him invade her mouth once more, and this time, he fucked her face with shallow thrusts. 

I heard her pitiful gulps, and I watched his eyes roll in pleasure. Bianca had a hand between her thighs, playing with her pussy. Full of self-loathing, I massaged my cockhead, coaxing forth some precum.

Alistair again focused his hard stare on me. "Does she let you fuck her pretty mouth like this?"

"N-no," I stammered, my face reddening. 

He regarded my erection with clear derision. "I can see why. I'm glad she found a real man to please her."

I felt as though I'd been struck; inwardly, I reeled at his cruel words. Yet my cock gave a fierce twitch, betraying me completely.

Alistair grinned, then looked down at Bianca. "Your husband's pathetic, getting off on this."

She merely moaned around his dick, her lips moving farther down his shaft.    

When the older man eventually withdrew, his tip was flushed a deep pink. Reaching for Bianca, he helped her to her feet. Again, he claimed her mouth, and again, she yielded, melting into his embrace.

Breaking the kiss, he led Bianca to me. He stood behind her, his lips close to her ear. "Show Declan your pussy."

Bianca appeared lost in her own desire. Obediently, she parted her pussy lips, displaying the swollen inner folds. Her clit had emerged from its hood. 

"That's all mine to enjoy tonight," Alistair told me. "I'm going to own your wife's sweet pussy, Declan, and all you can do is sit there and watch."

I was mute, my tongue leaden in my mouth. As I watched them climb onto our marriage bed, my stomach churned like a nauseating whirlpool.

As much as I wanted to avert my eyes, I refused to let my gaze move from them. Bianca writhed in Alistair's arms, clearly loving the way he twisted and pulled her nipples. 

"You ever had a cock as big as mine?" he murmured from behind her, loud enough for me to hear.

"Nooo," she sighed. "But I want to. I know you're gonna be so deep inside my pussy!"

I gaped at my wife in wounded disbelief. Though Bianca had always seemed plenty satisfied with our lovemaking, I couldn't help but grow painfully insecure upon hearing her words.

Still, my cock reached a hardness that was almost agonizing. I didn't dare give it more than a few idle strokes for fear I'd shoot my load and make more of a fool of myself than I already had.

With a firm grip, Alistair positioned Bianca on her hands and knees. Meeting my eyes, he said, "Pull your chair closer, Declan. I want you to have a perfect view while I slide balls deep into your wife's cunt."

And what did I do at that moment? 

Profusely sweating from both fury and lust, I did exactly what Alistair said. My erection flagged slightly under his judgmental stare, but it soon strengthened back to full mast when I found myself just a foot from the bedside. From this vantage point, and with their profiles facing me, I would easily be able to see the fucking about to take place.

"Look at her pussy," Alistair urged, spreading Bianca far apart. "So needy and deprived of a satisfying cock. But I'm about to give her what you can't, Declan." 

I looked from Bianca's dripping cunt to Alistair's face. I hated this man, and yet I was profoundly grateful. In giving her what she so obviously craved, he was, in some sick, perverted way, also freeing me.

"Fuck my wife," I told him, my voice pleading. 

Bianca gasped, looking over her shoulder at me. I couldn't hold her gaze. Instead, I continued watching Alistair.

His smile widened to a grin as he said, "I'm glad you now understand your place, Declan."