As Alistair slowly, tantalizingly, entered my wife, I watched, utterly riveted. The sight of Bianca's flesh stretching wider to accommodate his girth made me release a whimper.

She cried out, sounding like she was in pain, but then she resorted to begging, "More, Alistair! Deeper!"

He rested a possessive hand on her ass. "Patience, sweetheart. Your husband is enjoying the show."

Again, Bianca looked over her shoulder at me. I discerned her astonishment at my obvious arousal; my dick was harder than it had ever been, my balls aching. Licking my lips, I could barely meet my wife's stare. 

It was then that she flashed a smile both wicked and strangely angelic. I knew exactly what it meant: share this pleasure with me. Bianca understood just what turned me on, even if I was reluctant to admit it. 

Locking her eyes with mine, she moaned, "Fuck me with that big dick, Alistair!"

I flinched at the words but still leaned closer. The older man was buried inside her to the hilt, making me wonder how he could avoid her cervix. I'd never reached it with my own cock.

The thought of his tip striking that intimate place within her had me desperate to shoot my load. Though I was already dangerously close, I dared to give my erection a few strokes.

"None of that," Bianca suddenly told me, her eyebrow lifted and her voice stern. "You need to wait, baby."

My face burned with shame, but I obeyed her order. Alistair chuckled at this power dynamic, then rewarded Bianca with a powerful thrust. 

"Oh, fuck yesss!" she groaned. 

"Get on this bed, Declan," Alistair ordered. "I want you close enough to smell our fucking."

Shaking with barely controlled arousal, I climbed next to them on the bed. On my hands and knees, I positioned myself the way Alistair wanted. When he finally started driving his dick inside Bianca, I easily heard the sound of her wet pussy taking every inch. With my face near his dick, I saw it pumping in and out of Bianca's cunt, and I was indeed close enough to detect the scent of sex. 

My wife clawed at the bedsheet. Her curls bounced as she threw her head back and talked like a shameless whore. "Take my pussy!" she growled at Alistair. "Oh, you feel so fucking good!"

He abruptly withdrew, causing her to mewl in protest. His cock throbbed just inches from my face. Flipping my wife on her back, he spread her legs wide. "Lick her clit," he commanded me, "while I give her a fucking she'll never forget."

As I knelt by Bianca's side and leaned forward, my tongue extended, I knew I'd never forget this, either. I began pleasuring her swollen bud, basking in the sensation of her warm palm gliding over my skin.

I felt incredibly submissive, working my tongue into a frenzy as Alistair's dick thrust so close to my mouth. My own dick was drooling precum at this point, but Bianca did nothing to satisfy my need. Instead, she placed a firm hand on my head.

"Oh, that's a good boy!" she murmured. "You're putting that tongue to excellent use."

Their fucking was relentless. Though I told myself my oral skills contributed to Bianca's quickly approaching orgasm, I secretly feared she would have reached it just as easily without my help. I was lost in the sight and smell and sound of Bianca's pussy repeatedly yielding to Alistair's dick, and I relished the taste of her juices on my tongue.

It struck me then with startling clarity: I loved this. I loved being relegated to the sidelines while Alistair was given the ultimate prize. 

"My God, your pussy is so tight around me!" he told Bianca. "Come for me, sweetheart! Just let go and show your husband what a proper fucking can do to you."

Those words sent her into fierce spasms, her cries of pleasured suddenly choked off. Alistair fucked her right through the climax, showing no mercy. I knew her clit would soon be too sensitive, yet I continued licking, delivering my own sweet torment.

Finally, Bianca grabbed my hair and pulled hard. Lifting my head, I watched Alistair withdraw completely. His cock looked larger than ever; its length was coated with Bianca's ample fluids. She'd taken every inch of it without complaint. Clearly, it was what she'd craved.

When Alistair playfully tapped his cockhead against Bianca's tender clit, she let out a squeal. I tried to pull back, for his dick was uncomfortably close to my face, but Bianca held me firm. Even as he entered her again and started rutting away, I was confined to the same claustrophobic spot, watching this obscene coupling. 

"Tease my clit again, Declan," Bianca urged in a sweet voice. Readily, I resumed the oral stimulation. Alistair shifted position just as my tongue inched a little lower, and I inadvertently grazed his shaft. 

That fleeting, illicit contact drew a pleasured groan from his throat. "Bianca, dear, your husband can't resist getting a taste of my cock."

She gasped, as if stunned by this revelation.

"It was an accident!" I feebly protested. "Jesus, there's not much room down here."

"It's okay, baby," she soothed. "I don't mind if you lick Alistair's cock."

"But I don't—"

"You can give me a good cleaning," Alistair said through heavy breaths, "after I come in your wife's pussy."

I started to argue, then realized it was no use when Bianca shushed me. "You can't deny how hard and horny you are," she told me between moans. "You love seeing his cock pounding my pussy, don't you?"

If anything, Alistair gave it to her harder. She yelped and wailed, drowning out my mumbled, "Yes."

"Ah, she's coming hard again!" the older man informed me. 

Of course, I could see her entire body shuddering. She released her hold on my hair long enough for me to look up at her face. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I realized she was unrecognizable in that moment. I'd never seen her so overpowered by ecstasy. 

As her orgasm went on for what seemed an impossibly long time, she still managed to whimper, "Fuck me! Own my pussy!"

Alistair laughed low and soft. "Oh, I do own it, don't I? And I'm going to fill it with my cum."

I stared at Bianca, wide-eyed and frantic. She and I had agreed beforehand that she wouldn't let him come inside her. He could come on her face, her tits. But not inside her. Hadn't she made that clear to him?

Her gaze remained slightly unfocused as she came down from the climax, but it sharpened upon meeting mine. "I want him to come in my pussy, Declan." Her voice quavered from the force of Alistair's thrusts. "I know you want it, too."

I started to say, Please don't. I opened my mouth to tell my wife this was a step too far, and one I wasn't prepared for.

But then I looked up at Alistair, on the verge of his own release. My gaze drifted down to the cock which had so satisfied my wife, leaving her a quivering wreck on the bed. 

"I'm almost there!" he warned me.

And my reply? 

"Please."

Alistair grunted, his hips moving with a shallower rhythm. His lips pulled back from his teeth in an expression like a snarl, and then he gasped. A visible tremor overtook him just as he flooded Bianca's pussy with his semen.

Balanced on my knees, I watched my wife offer up another orgasm in response to Alistair's. When I imagined her contractions drawing his seed into her womb, I began furiously jerking my cock. I needed to come, or I would lose my mind. 

Yet Alistair didn't give me a chance. Instead, he pulled out of my wife and then beckoned me close. As if under his spell, I did as instructed. 

After drawing Bianca's legs upward until her feet were practically over her head, he placed his hand on the back of my neck and guided me downward. I moaned at the sight of her stretched entrance. Some of Alistair's cum had already leaked out to dampen the sheet below, but more lingered at Bianca's opening.

"Clean up her pussy," he said.

I let him push me even closer until my face was buried between her spread thighs. With my tongue, I probed her well-fucked hole, tasting the acrid salt of cum and the tang of her juice. My cock throbbed, and I succumbed to the urge to masturbate. 

"Oh, you like that?" Alistair teased. "You certainly know your place now!"

I made a sound of agreement, my tongue working eagerly. I hated myself for taking such pleasure in this. Bianca encouraged me with sweet coos and tender phrases. 

Once I'd left her pussy clean of cum, Alistair positioned his cock at my mouth. "Go on," he coaxed. "Show Bianca what a good boy you are."

God help me, I took him between my lips. And as I sucked and licked his tip, my own seed shot forth. My groans would have been embarrassingly loud if my mouth weren't full of Alistair's cock. 

"Perfect," he praised. After all his demeaning talk, I discovered I craved a compliment from him. His dick was almost flaccid but still substantial, and I slid my tongue along every inch. When my lips reached his balls, he pressed me firmly to him. Breathing in, I smelled musk and sex. My cock remained rock-hard, my previous ejaculation having been far from impressive.

Finally, he released me, and I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I watched Alistair draw Bianca into his arms and give her a lingering kiss. Post-nut clarity made me turn away; retreating from the bed, I hurried to dress.

Alistair and Bianca were more leisurely in gathering their clothes, talking and laughing like long-time lovers. I stayed quiet, trying to process everything that had just happened. 

Wearing her black dress and nothing underneath, Bianca approached to wrap her arms around my neck and whisper, "I love you."

I knew she did; I could see it in her eyes. I also knew she was far more satisfied than I'd ever managed to make her. 

"I love you, too," I whispered back, then planted a sweet kiss on her lips.

When we walked Alistair to the door, I was surprised by the good-natured hug he gave me. He treated me as if we'd just given an incredible performance. And I supposed we had. Still, it was slightly bewildering, since he'd spent most of the evening treating me as an adversary.

But maybe I'd needed that. It was weird, thinking he might understand me just as Bianca did, more than I understood myself. 

"It's been an absolute pleasure," Alistair told us. "I hope we can do this again soon."

A little later, Bianca and I curled up together in bed, exhausted but elated. She made me lie on Alistair's cum stain. 

"I'm so glad we decided to try that!" she said. "I don't think I've ever seen you so excited during sex, Declan."

"Me? You were the one having endless orgasms!"

"True," she admitted through her laughter. "His dick was something else."

I had to agree, especially after it had been in my mouth. Almost as an afterthought, my hand drifted to my cock under the covers. It felt shameful and thrilling to stroke while remembering the taste of cum and pussy on my tongue.

Bianca's hand found mine, but instead of helping me out, she merely circled her fingers around my wrist, stopping my self-pleasure altogether. "You've already come once tonight," she reminded me.

I had to snort at that. "There's a limit now?"

"Yes," she replied without hesitation. Her lips grazed mine before she added, "You'll come when I say. Do you understand?"

That firm, authoritative tone made me shiver. My neglected cock grew even harder. "I understand."

"Good." Affectionately, she ruffled my hair. "Because a cage will keep you honest if I find you're not obeying."

"Fuucck." The word was meant to be a mild complaint, yet it held a trace of excitement. "Are you serious, Bianca?"

My wife laughed while stroking my cheek. I laughed with her, realizing she must have been joking.

"Of course I'm serious." In the darkness, I couldn't see her smile, but I could hear it in her voice. "After all, I know what's best for you. Don't I?"

Considering her question for a long moment, I knew there was only one truthful answer: "Yes. You always do."