Our married sex life was forever altered after we’d arranged for my wife to cheat.

After I privately watched her screw her lover, I knew they’d be destined to repeat.

In the weeks that followed, they got together at least four more times – maybe even five.

The infidelity that should’ve destroyed our marriage, though, was actually making it more alive.

“I can’t believe you’re allowing me to have so much sex with Dan,” said my wife, impressed.

I responded, “I can’t believe how horny it makes me for you," while I jacked off on her breast.

My wife asked, “Should we tell him about our pact? Should we tell him that you know?”

I asked her back, “How might he react? Would he keep seeing you or would he go?”

My wife smiled slyly and fondled my softening cock. “I think he’s too addicted.”

“I think this is a win-win for everyone involved – even better than predicted.”

I smiled as I took in the sight of all of my wife’s assets, fully nude.

Nodding at her, I said, “What you have to offer would be persuasive to any dude.”

I was hiding in an adjacent room the next time Dan came to continue their affair.

Just before they started getting naked, my wife asked him, “Truth or dare?”

Dan hesitated for a little, likely puzzled by her ask. “Ummm … truth??”

My wife asked him, “How would you react if you knew that my husband had full proof?”

Even from the room next door, I could hear him loudly gasp, and his voice sounded aghast.

“Are you serious? He already found out? How did he discover our secret so fast?”

To my chagrin, my wife’s response was inaudible; she must’ve whispered low.

As I waited in uncertainty, time never seemed to move so slow.

Eventually, a knock on my door signaled it was time to face reality.

How had Dan responded to the revelation of our marital depravity?

It was my wife who’d knocked and was standing in the doorway … but without any clothes.

The way she was smiling and flaunting her nudity made for quite the alluring pose.

“Follow me,” she said, and I dutifully obeyed the double-minded temptress.

As we stepped into the bedroom, I discovered Dan in the same state of undress.

His manly cock was quite hard already, and I couldn’t help but do a double-take.

So this was the dick that had made my wife’s wedding vows something easy to forsake?

“Your wife informed me that you like to watch,” Dan addressed me without emotion.

I tried to be light-hearted and play dumb about it: “How did you ever get that notion?”

He pointed to a corner chair: “Sit down over there and watch your wife come blow me.”

I abruptly found that submitting to his demand was not something below me.

My wife knelt in front of him and sucked his cock while he gripped her blonde hair tight.

Being in the same room and watching them was a confusingly erotic sight.

One thing quickly led to another; once they started fucking, I took my own clothes off.

I stroked my own cock eagerly as Dan pounded my wife and got closer to liftoff.

As things came to a climax, I’m not quite sure who came first: me, him, or her.

With cries and moans echoing throughout the room, it was all pretty much a blur.

What I do recall, though, was Dan pulling out and asking if I wanted to taste sloppy seconds.

I rapidly stood up and climbed on the bed between her thighs, ready to commence.

Something happened, though, when I started licking the place that had just absorbed his pole.

As I ate her tender pussy and tasted his unfamiliar cum, I felt a finger touch my asshole.

Pulling back to peer over my shoulder, I found Dan standing there with a big grin.

The evil smirk upon his face seemed to indicate he was ready for a different sexual sin.

“Have you ever been fucked by a guy before?” Dan’s question was abrasively blunt.

As I started to say no, he pushed his finger halfway inside me, causing me to grunt.

My wife posed, “What’s better than one dick? Having two.” She answered her own riddle.

She clarified, “He said the only way he’d let you stay to play is if you ended up in the middle.”

Dan, who still had not removed his finger, instructed me to screw my wife.

“And while you do,” he added, “I’m gonna give you the pounding of your life.”

Limbs trembling with nervous anticipation, I moved up and laid on top of my bride.

My virgin ass, which was exposed, was apparently about to be taken for a ride.

As my wife spread her legs, I pushed my cock into her pussy, finding it to be extra wet.

After I’d fully disappeared inside of her, I looked into her face and our eyes met.

She looked genuinely concerned for me, but there was no time to gradually explore.

Dan immediately spread my cheeks apart, and then I felt something I’d never felt before.

It was firm, it was warm, it was coated with their sex, and it was perfectly tapered.

Dan had lined up his tip behind my puckered hole and started pushing in without a word.

“Ooohhh fuckkkk,” I groaned, uncontrollably, as I coerced my sphincter to relax.

Knowing that her lover was entering her husband made my wife stop in her tracks.

“Wow, that’s really hot,” my wife murmured, as my hands tightly gripped the pillow.

All that I could concentrate on was what was happening down below.

The feeling of being completely stuffed took my breath away.

Truth be told, I had at times secretly fantasized about this day.

There was no time to think about it now, though: I was the middle of their sandwich.

Dan behind me, my wife under me, they were the main event: I was just the bridge.

Fully lubed by his own cum and also by my wife’s, Dan easily impaled me deep.

The feeling of being fucked was so intense, I wasn’t sure whether to rejoice or weep.

It had another side effect, too – something that my wife appreciated.

Every time he thrusted, it pushed me deeper into her, making her more satiated.

We quickly became a hot and sweaty mess of animalistic grunts and slapping flesh.

The more intense the sex became, the more their words became quite fresh.

Dan called out, “How does it feel to know your wife loves the cock of another man?”

“How does it feel to have that cock inside you too – was that part of your plan?”

My wife cried out, her breasts heaving from our thrusting: “Baby, do you like it in your ass?”

“Do you like being caught in the middle, or would you rather give it a pass?”

Neither gave me any time to answer their questions, and Dan added some more.

“Does it turn you on to know that my cock is the one that your wife begs for?”

“The hard dick that’s buried inside your anus has ravaged every one of her sweet holes.”

“Your wife may not have told you yet, but fucking her ass achieved one of my goals.”

My wife had always refused to explore any anal play, whether hers or mine.

I was quite shocked at how easily Dan had persuaded her to cross that taboo line.

A visualization of her giving her ass to him became conscious in my mind.

And once I had that mental image, it was as if all the erotic stars aligned.

I cried out, to no one in particular, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum … I can’t hold back!”

Dan didn’t say anything out loud but simply increased the intensity of his attack.

My second eruption of the afternoon took place, deep inside my wife this time.

As my anal muscles rhythmically gripped Dan’s cock, all he could croak out was, “I’m …”

For the first time in my life, I felt a man’s warm cum squirt all the way inside me.

Knowing both men had blown their loads also induced my wife into orgasmic glee.

Once everyone’s climaxes had fully subsided, we slowly disconnected and detached.

The wildness of all that had just happened was – for our marriage – certainly unmatched.

Dan awkwardly stuck out his hand to me to offer a very overdue greeting.

“Hey, this was actually pretty awesome, I’m glad we all ended up meeting.”

It was an odd situation, lying there naked in between him and my unfaithful bride.

At the same time, it was undeniable that we were all feeling sexually satisfied.

Cum was leaking out of virtually every hole, except for any of his.

I voiced a question: “Now that it’s not a secret anymore, is this the extent of all this is?”

My wife’s eyebrows raised as she looked at me, curious: “Why, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking we should invite Dan over more often,” I responded, winking.

Caught in the middle between the two of them, I reached out both of my hands.

As one hand grabbed his cock, the other touched her pussy: “This is how our sex life expands.”