I wonder how old you have to be to quit discovering disconcerting aspects of your personality. I’m discovering something right now at age twenty-five.

It started when I noticed my husband, Damon, looking at Lacey with a look I remembered from when we were dating: hunger and lust—I knew what it meant then, and I still do.

Damon wants to screw her.

My reaction shocked me; I expected anger, even fury. Instead, I pictured Lacey with half her clothes off and Damon's hands on her breasts. No, not her breasts; I pictured his hands on her tits. It wasn’t fury; it was confusion.

That night, Damon was insatiable with me for hours, and as we relaxed afterward, I kept picturing Lacey and Damon together, rather than us. Lacey, with Damon’s cock impaled in her pussy.

It took two weeks before I accepted it. I wanted him to do it, fuck her, and let me watch.

I’d read about cuckolds, men who submit to letting their wives fuck around. Men who don’t keep their wives faithful. Pitiful losers.

Women were better than that, I thought. Though maybe not always. A few days later, I realized his hesitation about actually trying to do Lacey meant something. He’s never strayed before.

The thought gave me a warm feeling that lasted a few days until the visions of Damon and Lacey returned. I knew they saw each other regularly because of work. I visited Damon’s work and caught that same look, even there. He hadn’t succeeded then. 

My problem with seeing Lacey was becoming an obsession. It kept occurring and becoming more vivid and frequent.

So, my dilemma continued. I have a faithful husband who lusts after Lacey, and I want to watch them fucking. So, is a faithful husband more important, or is my watching obsession?

Any clear-thinking person would say my faithful husband. Right?

Me, I couldn't decide.

I regularly see her at spin class, and suddenly, I invited her to meet for coffee afterward. I refused to think about why. It had happened before that I’d blurted things out without thinking about the consequences, and I did it again.

In the middle of a conversation about a book Lacey was reading, I dropped a bomb. “You know Damon wants to screw you, don’t you?”

Unsurprisingly, that stopped everything cold. After a long pause, she started to stand, but I held out my hand to stop her.

“W-what?” That was all she could get out.

“God, I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to tell you; it just came out. It’s true, though. We haven’t talked about it, but I can tell.”

“Damon wants…”

“Yes, he wants to, um, hell, I want to watch. He’s never—I've never…Lacey.” I stopped to regroup. My face was fiery, but I was shivering.

I started to get up, but this time Lacey stopped me.

“He wants to m-make love to me? Damon does?”

“Well, that’s one way to say it, I guess. So yes.”

She hesitated and said, “Let me think. I don’t know what to say.”

I sat there, terrified I’d messed everything up for Damon. I knew that’s what I should want to do, but I didn’t.

“So, what should we do about that then?” She paused for a minute and then continued, “You want to watch Damon and me making love?” She waved a hand and added, “Okay, fucking, is that right?”

Now it was my turn to pause and then say, “It’s become an obsession; I keep seeing you together in my mind. You and Damon together.”

“What…do you see? Holly, what do you see us doing?”

“Often it’s you two naked, and I can see his cock just pushing into your pussy. Other times, you're riding him and screaming that you’re coming. Sometimes I’m seeing his cum leaking out.”

I looked at her and said, “If I’m alone, I see the whole thing from his undressing you, you on the bed, eagerly waiting for him. Um, I see your expression as he enters you and starts moving. Hell, all the way to him coming inside you and both your faces as he finishes.”

I paused and added. “Usually I’m frigging myself and come too.”

“So, if I do…um, let him, um, seduce me?” She stopped, and her face flushed. “I’ll want him more than once, Holly. He…”

I interrupted, saying, “You’ve been thinking about him, haven’t you?”

“Um, he’s said things, but I thought he was just teasing, the way he does.”

I didn’t screw it up for him. She seems more than willing.

“It’s Damon’s birthday next Friday. I’d been thinking about giving him something special, extra special. Just trying to think, um, well.” 

Can I do this? Tell Lacey my idea. God.

I slowly said, “I’m wondering, I could give you to him for his birthday to fuck. And I could watch. To be his lover? Would you? Could you?”

Lacey looked at me, thinking, before she said, “Could I? Holly, um, maybe. But…”

“But? What?”

“I’d want it clear that it’s not just for the night. I want you to understand it’s going to last as long as we, Damon and I, want it to.” Lacey continued, “Holly, once I get his cock, I’ve wanted this for years, and…”

“Lacey, yes, I heard you. Please, I’ll do that, but in return, I want to watch, and I’ve got a way to make it happen. We need you to require me to put his cock in you. God, Lacey, it's hard to say, but it’s the only way I’ve come up with.”

There was silence when I said that. Dead silence.

Finally, she said, “You want me to tell him I want you to put his cock in me. What if he says that’s too disrespectful to make you do that?”

My answer was, “Insist! Tell him you need me to agree to it, and that’s how you’ll know I’m agreeing to it. I’ve even imagined myself helping play with you while he’s screwing you. Your tits, your clit. God. Please?”

I was trembling while we were talking. I wanted it so badly. We talked a bit more, but it turned out we both wanted the same thing. Damon wanted to fuck her. Lacey wanted to fuck him, and I wanted to watch it happening. Help it happen!

Friday, as we left for work, I told Damon to be home on time because I had a surprise for him.

When he got home, I had him shower and dress. When he was finally ready, he came out, and I introduced him to his present. 

“Damon, here is your present, Lacey. She’s wanted you to seduce her, and you wanted to. She wants to be your lover, and I agreed to let her.”

Damon stuttered a bit, “L-Lacey, you’ve w-wanted what?”

He stopped and turned to me. “H-how d-did you know?”

He stopped again, letting me interrupt. “She wants to make love to you tonight, but not just tonight, until it’s over.” 

I waited a moment before saying, “You’re going to dinner at Harmon’s and come home and make love. Um, or fuck if you prefer that.”

“Just the two of us for dinner? You’re not coming?” Damon questioned.

“Not unless both of you want me to. Um, I want to watch, though. I need to see it and help, Damon.”

Damon was still dazed, and instead of answering me, he looked at Lacey for an answer.

She looked at me, and I shook my head no. Lacey responded by saying, “Damon, tell her to stay home. I want some alone time with you. Please! She said she wants this, but it’s hard to believe.” 

She glanced at me, saying, “I want her to prove it to me. When we get back, she has to undress me for you, god. Then when you’re ready to fuck me, I want her to put your cock in my pussy.”

Yes, Damon, I want you to agree. Please. This is part of the pain I need. I want to watch, even help her fuck you, but the torment of letting you fuck her seems unending.

Lacey pulled his head down so they could kiss, pressing her boobs against him. When she finally pulled back, Damon had his hands on them. 

How the hell does something that hurts so much look so breathtaking? I can barely breathe. But it’s so erotic; it does.

When they left, I went into the bedroom and collapsed. 

When Damon brought Lacey back, he’d stopped to get a taste of kissing at least. I saw that her dress was wrinkled, her hair was messy, and she seemed jubilant.

Did they do more on their way back? I couldn’t be sure, but I was going to see what was next.

I led Lacey to our bedroom and slowly undressed her. That allowed Damon to kiss each piece of skin as I unveiled it for him. When I dropped her black push-up bra, he spent several minutes greeting her bare breasts. When I finally removed her panties, he licked her clit. 

It was everything I had hoped for. Sudden intakes of breath, moans, and gasps from them. The way Damon touched her and kissed her so reverently was affecting me, too. 

My tits were aching, missing his caresses; my pussy was leaking, and I felt my juices running down my leg. 

I wanted to undress and be part of it, but this was for them, not for me. I would enjoy it vicariously.

Lacey was basking in the sensations from Damon. Watching her respond to him was everything I’d hoped for. 

He had Lacey riding him when she reached out to me and said, “Holly, suck my tits.” I heard her, but it didn’t make any sense at first. “Don’t just sit there; suck my tits while Damon is fucking me.” I tentatively leaned over and touched them with my lips.

“Damon’s screwing me. Make it more intense. God, God, Holly don't play at it. Suck them hard. Damon, tell her you want her to.”

I didn’t expect myself to be involved, but I was eager to help. When I heard Damon say, “Holly, yes, Holly. Uh, can you touch her clit? Please touch her clit; I can’t.” I started sucking and biting the way I enjoyed myself. 

Lacey became more vocal, moaning, saying, “Yes, yes.” And writhing under our ministrations. I wasn’t getting any attention directly, but I could feel a climax building. All three of us were building toward a climax. Lacey was first, with Damon coming soon after. My climax was only moments later.

We all collapsed, but I recovered first and started to move away. 

Being able to see is what I’d wanted, but actually being able to help—it made me cum too. God, I must be sick getting so aroused watching Damon’s cock split open the pussy lips and enter her.

Lacey stirred and reached out to me and said, “Holly, that was breathtaking when you started on my tits too; I never expected…I want you again, next time too, please.”

Watching him fuck Lacey hurts, but somehow I love it. Now, I get to see it happening again and again.