It’s always worse when she makes me do it. It doesn’t matter what it is: undo his jeans, take off her shirt so he can see, make her wet or him hard; I could go on and on.
She knows what it does to me. She understands how it simultaneously makes me incredibly turned on and insanely embarrassed and jealous. And she uses it with such skill that I can’t help but fall in love each time she does it.
Last night, I was a spectator. At least, that was how I felt when it began.
She brought her new friend over to our place, and while I mixed them drinks, I was otherwise an outsider. I sat and listened to them talk, watched as they kissed and laughed, and generally stuck to the shadows as they grew increasingly flirtatious while the night wore on.
She didn’t spare me a glance when he took her shirt off. And when she slid to the floor and pulled out his thick cock, it wasn’t about me. She didn’t ask me to suck him hard or take off her panties so he could see how wet she was.
Instead, they kissed and fumbled as they grew more frantic by the second. I watched in awe as they pawed at each other, and when she took him into her mouth, I had to hold back my applause at her skill.
My wife took his big cock down her throat like a champ, and I had nothing to do with it.
I grew hard as he stripped her naked in our living room. And when she climbed on top of him, I couldn’t look away. He tore open the condom wrapper, rolled it down the length of his cock, and then held her above him, teasing her as she begged him to fuck her.
Being left out felt complicated.
In some ways, it was fun to watch, but another part of me wondered if she had forgotten me entirely. Was this night about them and nothing else? Was I actually in the way?
They fucked harder and faster, never looking up, and the sounds that came from her mouth drove me wild. I managed to move closer without interrupting them, and I could see his fat cock stretching her open as he moved inside her.
I licked my lips, gripped my cock hard, and tried to let it be what it was.
And then he pulled out.
My wife was on her back, he was between her knees, and his cock was glistening from her excitement. At first, I thought he was toying with her, waiting for her to beg him to fuck her again.
But I saw her hands on his chest, holding him back. She opened her eyes wide as she held him there, and I could see words forming. Before I could even guess her plan, she waved me to them. I inched forward on my hands and knees until the scent of their sex was overwhelming. She reached down and touched my hair.
“Baby, I want it to feel better. He’s so big, and it’s incredible having him inside me, but I want more.”
My breath caught at her words, but I wasn’t sure what she was asking. I could hold her legs open and push on his ass while they fucked; I had done it before. I would happily lick her clit to make her come even harder or even let her suck my cock so she could lose herself entirely.
But her voice was small and needy. And that made it worse.
“Please, baby, you know how I like it.”
My mind flashed bright yellow as her words began to form into a coherent request. But right before any level of certainty came to me, she told me exactly what to do.
“Be a good boy and take the condom off. I want to feel his bare cock inside me. I need to be bred tonight like a good girl. Don’t I deserve it?”
I reeled at the suggestion even as I leaned forward, one hand outstretched as a matter of habit. Not once have I refused her, and I wasn’t about to start.
I barely knew this man who had fucked my wife for the better part of an hour. She barely knew him either, and for the last few months, she had stopped taking her birth control. Every other risk paled in comparison as I struggled to believe what she was asking.
Nevertheless, I did as she commanded, pulling the latex off his twitching cock as he looked down at my wife’s naked body.
“You sure?” he asked her. I might as well not have been there.
“Of course, handsome; it will feel so much better. Don’t I deserve your big bare cock inside me?”
“I can pull out,” he said, with a casual shrug as if it was all just a game.
“Just fuck me,” she begged as I watched him penetrate her again, this time without any protection. Inch by inch, he slid inside her, and she bit her lip as he filled her before pulling him down for a kiss as she started to come.
“Oh god, just like that, please fuck me!”
He didn’t need more convincing, and soon he was pounding my wife’s fertile pussy as she came around him, taking him deeper inside her than I had ever been. She scratched his back, he lifted her knees to her chest, and together the fucked like they were made for one another while I desperately tried to hold on.
“I’m getting close,” he said after nearly twenty minutes. “You feel so fucking tight, and I’m gonna come soon.”
My wife glanced at me, holding my gaze for a painful second before she turned back to her new lover.
“I want to feel you come in me; I don’t care what happens. I need it so badly!”
“Oh fuck, are you sure?” he asked, leaning over her as he slammed into her. “I’m gonna come so hard.”
“Yes, don’t stop! Come deep inside me, get me pregnant; I don’t care!”
I could feel tears on my cheeks as I sat back with my cock in hand, jerking off furiously as I watched my wife take another man’s cum in her fertile womb. He gripped her tightly and arched his back, and I knew right then it was happening: he was pumping his load inside her, and there was no going back.
“Breed me!” she cried as I started to come too, despite my agony and shame.
She came with him, legs wrapped around his back as if she could hold him forever, and it was done. He thrust into her five more times, his balls tight and arms taut. She kissed him as she came, nearly laughing with joy as she felt him fill her again and again.
“Fuck, that was good,” he said, finally sitting up.
It still didn’t feel real until I watched him pull out and squeeze his cock one last time. Two more drops of cum landed on the smooth lips of her pussy. She quickly rubbed them into her skin with a massive smile.
“It was so hot; God you felt good.”
“Are you really not on birth control?”
“Do you care? I have a handsome husband to take care of me.”
“Fuck it, I guess not,” he said with a laugh.
My wife looked at me and saw the mess I had made. Her voice was kind as she asked me to fetch a warm towel so all three of us might clean up. I stood on shaking knees and walked to the kitchen to follow her orders, and I wondered if I could do it.
If he knocked her up, could I raise his child?
When I returned, he was mostly dressed. I used the towel on her first, cleaning her thighs and lips before ensuring I hadn’t soiled the rug. He kissed her goodbye as I knelt there, my mind still reeling.
“It’s okay, baby,” she said, pulling my head between her thighs. “If you want, you can try to stop it. Come here, good boy. Do your best; maybe you can get it all out.”
And then I was on her, my mouth against her swollen cunt as I ate her with tears streaming down my face. No matter how much cum I managed to pull from within her, it wouldn’t matter. He had fucked her hard, finished inside her, and there was no going back.
And whatever else mattered, there was only one thing I knew for sure — I let it happen. I said yes, and I was the one who pulled the condom off.
And I’d be there for whatever came next.