“I’ll be home day after tomorrow,” I told Mary, my wife of over 20 years, holding the cell phone to my ear with my chin as I was putting on my socks.

“I’ll be wearing something sexy for you when you get home,” she said quietly.

“Sounds good, baby,” was my automatic reply. “See you then.”

Sigh. I love Mary dearly and always will. She has been an amazing wife. Her kindness, thoughtfulness, and easy-going personality were a great match with my own ways. As a mother to our two kids over these 20-plus years, I could not have asked for more. However, she is all talk and little action when it comes to sex in the last five years. Always seems like it is a chore for her to fuck me these days, like she is doing me a big favor. When we did have sex, it was vanilla and by the numbers, despite my efforts to spice things up with suggested role play, dirty talk, and toys. I had resigned myself to this sexual boredom and usually needed to take matters into my own hand while watching porn videos or reading erotic stories on my favorite site, Lush Stories. Little did I know that day how things would change.

Having just showered and after a long day of boring work meetings, I was ready for a drink at the hotel bar and headed downstairs. The bar was fairly busy as there was a convention in town, the low murmur of indistinct conversations and occasional loud laughter filling the air.

The stools around the bar were filled, but one spot remained, and lucky me, I would be sitting next to a very attractive woman. She had reddish hair, not overly large but what appeared to be perky tits, and was wearing a skirt which looked to be above the knee and showed off her dynamite legs. I saw she had an engagement ring and wedding band as well. I sat down, got the bartender's attention, and ordered an IPA.

“Wow, the place is bumping,” I said to the woman, hoping for some conversation. She didn’t disappoint.

“I know,” she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. “I love it, love the excitement. Hi, I’m Katy.” She held out her hand. I shook her hand gently and thought I felt her linger the touch a bit, but wrote it off to my overactive imagination.

“I’m John,” I replied and gave her my best smile.

Katy was exceptional at carrying on a conversation. She was witty, intelligent, flirty, and had a good sense of humor. We talked about a wide variety of topics, our kids, work, mild complaints about our spouses, and an occasional comment on a sexy topic, to which I swore her eyes twinkled even more. She would touch my arm when I made her laugh, which made me feel like I hadn’t felt in a long while with Mary. I felt my groin stirring more and more as the night and drinks kept moving along. When she would accidentally(?) bump her knee into mine, it made me feel alive and wanted.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. While at the urinal, my thoughts pivoted between pangs of guilt in flirting with this woman and excitement of, if nothing else, I had a really good visual of Katy to take care of myself in the room later while thinking of her.

Walking back to the bar, I noticed it was much quieter as it had gotten late, with only a small handful of people left. I saw Katy had turned in her stool so she was facing the direction I came from, and looked like she was finishing a text message on her phone. As she was finishing her text, again, maybe my overactive imagination and all the IPAs I drank, but it looked like her skirt had hiked up a bit, and I received a quick flash of her very neatly trimmed pussy. Just as quickly, it was gone as she turned back to the bar. I felt a big stir in my loins as I sat down.

We chatted for another twenty minutes or so, which again seemed effortless between us. I kept trying to steal glances at her skirt in hopes of getting another flash. I don’t think I succeeded in being sly about it, as it seemed she knew when to look at me.

As the bar was closing, she smiled and said, “It’s getting late, I really need some company in my room.” As she said that, she placed her hand on my thigh.

Wow! My thoughts were absolutely racing. Guilt, desire, and lust all combined into a singular, almost overwhelming feeling. I said something I never thought I would have spoken, but my sexual loneliness (and all the IPAs) won out.

“I would love to be that company,” I whispered in her ear and placed my hand on top of hers.

She gave a big smile, which nearly melted me, and said, “Perfect, let’s go,” as she grabbed my hand to lead me.

We only took a few steps from where we were at the bar when she stopped beside a table at which a man had been seated most of the night. I had noticed him earlier, he had quietly been drinking what appeared to be whiskey and kept to himself. I figured him for a business traveler like myself or a convention attendee. Boy, did I end up being wrong.

”Before we go upstairs, I want you to meet my husband, Jim. Jim, this is John,” she stated matter-of-factly. Jim stood.

To say I was dumbfounded would be an understatement. Was I about to get into a fist fight for flirting with his wife? Did she set me up?

She sensed my dismay and leaned close to my ear and said, “It’s ok. He loves to watch me get fucked.” She then gave my earlobe a quick bite. “Sit,” she said, “Let’s discuss.”

“Hi John, good to meet you,” he said as he held out his hand, which I shook. We then all sat.

“Don’t be worried, John, this is 100 percent what Katy just said. I do like to watch other men fuck my wife. From what Katy texted me, you seem to be a great fit for us,” Jim stated. Katy placed her hand on my thigh again, just an inch away from touching my rock-hard cock.

They both started explaining the hows and whys, why they preferred a married man, along, I think with some dos and don’ts if we were to proceed, but honestly, I was barely listening, my thoughts were racing. From barely having vanilla sex to this situation was quite the extreme.

“So what do you think, John?” Jim asked with a hopeful look.

A massive wave of guilt flooded over me thinking of Mary, but Katy’s hand nearly touching my manhood sent the reminder of my lack of sexual fulfillment for many years. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I said quietly and smiled.

“You won’t regret it,” Katy said, and finally moved her hand along my manhood, and then giving it a squeeze. Damn, that felt good.

To break the ice in the elevator, Katy said, “I’ve been waiting to do this all night,” as she leaned in and gave me the most passionate kiss, her tongue parting my lips and making its way into my mouth, our tongues swirling. I couldn’t help but to look over at Jim while kissing his wife, he just smiled and mouthed ‘Its ok’ to me.

Katy’s hand found its way to rubbing my rock-hard cock through my pants. “Ohhh,” Katy purred, “He is thick Jim and will stretch me out like you can’t.” While I am about average length, my cock does have a good girth to it. I looked over at Jim again, and he was smiling, directly looking at his wife’s hand rubbing up and down my cock. I couldn’t help but look, and it did seem he had a hard-on, but something seemed strange about it.

As we got into their room, I did have a thought that I was going to end up an urban legend and wake up in a bathtub full of ice with a kidney missing.

Jim, to what I thought was to get me at ease, stripped off his clothes so fast, you would have thought they fell off. That’s when I saw he was wearing a chastity cage. I had only seen one in photos from some stories I had read. He sat in the armchair, which was in the room.

Katy spoke up while I was staring at his cage, “That’s right, John, he doesn’t get off until you do.” I watched as she placed a small key on the nightstand and then as quickly as Jim, she got undressed. She was spectacular naked. Her tits were smallish but perky as I had envisioned. Her bush was very nearly trimmed, and as I remembered from the quick flash I had received.

I felt out of place and fumbled around getting my own clothes off. Bless her, Katy felt my awkwardness and came over to help me. I have never been naked in front of a third person before and it did cause my dick to go a bit soft.

Katy again to the rescue, reassured me and said, “It’s ok,” and smiled. She grabbed my hand and led me over to where her husband was sitting. We were only about a foot away. She got down in her knees and softly started stroking my cock.

“Watch how he gets hard in my mouth, Jim,” she cooed and began slowly licking the head of my cock in circles. I let out a moan which seemed to encourage her as she placed her mouth around my semi-hard dick, her tongue swirling about, one of her hands reached my balls and began massaging them. God, her mouth was amazing. I quickly got fully hard in her mouth as she predicted, my girth fully enlarged.

“Oh Jim, his cock is going to choke me like yours is incapable of,” she growled at him and with that she plunged her warm wet mouth onto my cock again but she didn’t stop and with only the slightest hesitation as it reached the back of her mouth, I felt it pop past the last roadblock and she took it all the way into her throat, her nose pressed against my neatly trimmed pubes. Another wave of guilt washed over me and what I was doing to Mary, but Katy throating my cock was the most electrified I felt in a very long time.

“Fuck, Katy, that is amazing,” I managed to croak while looking at Jim, who was intently watching his wife of many years take me all the way into her throat. I didn’t think I would, but found it oddly arousing that he was watching us.

Katy’s body heaved a bit as she finally started gagging, and she came up for air. “Fuck Jim, he just bruised my throat, and it’s ok to talk to him, John, he loves that, ” she growled as she stroked my cock and then took me all the way again. Fuck, it felt amazing. I could feel her contracting her throat in a practiced way to maximize what I was feeling.

The IPAs and the feeling of my manhood made me brazen as I was slowly getting into this new-to-me dynamic. “I’m going to fuck your wife’s face now, Jim.” I heard Katy moan her approval on my cock, so I grabbed her head with both hands and began thrusting, slowly at first, then picking up the pace until the only sounds in the room were Katy’s and my groans and the gack gack gack sound of my cock plunging in and of her sweet mouth and hitting her throat.

I felt the build, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in Katy’s mouth, Jim,” I managed to say. When she heard that, Katy went all the way down again, her nose pressed against me. I exploded, waves of my hot cum spurting down her throat. I got dizzy, my knees shook as I grunted. Katy took a number of spurts directly down her throat, but then came up a bit to take the last few into her mouth. I had to back away before I fell down and sat on the bed.

Katy looked at me and smiled with just her lips and that twinkle in her eye. She straddled her husband and kissed him deeply, sharing a good bit of my cum with him.

I was dazed and just watched the cum kiss in amazement. When she was done teasing him, she climbed onto the bed with me, positioned herself so she could watch her husband, and said, “He’s going to lick my pussy now Jim, until he makes me cum.”

At this point, I needed no further prodding and dove between her legs, which she opened up wide for me. Her pussy was wet and dripping already. I gave her a long lick from the bottom of her folds to her clit. I kept doing that for some time occasionally paying more attention to her clit before continuing as I had been. Katy was moaning and running her hands through my hair. I slid a finger into her sopping wetness and pumped it a few times before making a come here movement, looking for her G-spot. I was rewarded when she almost screamed.

“Fuck, Jim! John knows how to eat a pussy, and look at you in your little cage,” she teased, wriggling on the bed.

I began pumping my finger in and out of her, increasing the pace while licking all around my finger. After I thought she was good and ready, which I could tell by her quickening gasps, I hit her G-spot again with my finger and sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. I felt her body convulse as she grabbed my hair roughly with both hands and mashed my face into her snatch. I slide a second finger into her and could feel her pussy clenching my fingers as her orgasm washed over her.

I moved up next to her as we both recovered. She was lightly running her hand up and down my belly as the three of us talked for a while. It was amazing how at ease they made me feel in such a foreign situation to me. I had thought Jim would maybe try to join in or maybe try something with me, which I wasn’t looking forward to, but he just sat in his chair, his poor cock hindered by the cage, unable to feel any kind of release or touch.

After a while, my cock had gotten semi-erect again as she was turning me on with her gentle touch and occasional ear nibble.

“Oh, look, Jim,” she giggled. “I think he is ready to fuck me now.”

She slid down and took my manhood into her mouth again which almost instantly completed my erection. I was fully hard as she throated me again.

“Damn, Jim, Katy sure knows how to suck a dick,” I groaned, becoming more and more comfortable with my role in this situation. I heard and felt Katy moan her approval of my cock.

“Yes, she does,” I heard Jim answer.

Katy then came up and kissed me deeply as she straddled me, her back to her husband so he could watch my cock enter her. She reached around herself to tease Jim, no doubt, and grabbed my cock to slide it into herself, but not before rubbing it up and down her clit a few times first. She was already completely wet again. I felt her position my cock at her entrance and, while looking over her shoulder at her husband, quickly impaled herself all the way down on my dick. Fuck, her pussy felt amazing. She let out what I can only describe as an animalistic noise.

Katy began sliding up and down my cock, lifting herself up instead of just grinding on me, which I knew was for the benefit of Jim to see my cock fully sliding in and out of his wife.

“Oh my god, Jim, he is so much thicker than you and stretching my pussy,” she almost yelled, and quickened her pace as I began rolling her nipples between fingers in each hand. That drove her wild, and she was almost bouncing off the bed as she rode my dick.

I felt I was getting close again, as was Katy, when a thought struck me. I stopped her and moved her off of me. She looked at me quizzically and frustrated. I gently turned her around to face her husband on all fours.

“Jim needs to watch and see your face when I cum into your married pussy,” I growled.

Katy turned her head and looked at me with a wicked smile, enjoying me getting into this role.

“Fuck yeah. Stretch this married pussy and cum in me,” she demanded while looking at Jim.

I slid my cock deeply into her with one thrust, causing her to yelp. I started with a quick pace immediately, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Katy was howling as I rammed her. I gave her ass a slap. She yelped again. I looked over and saw Jim watching with his little cage, eyes glued to his wife’s face as pleasure was washing over her.

I spit on my thumb and teased Katy’s little pucker, to which she grunted in her absolute approval. I teased my thumb into her ass just a small bit, causing her to ram herself back into me.

“Oh fuck, Jim, I’m going to cum on his cock,” she yelled loud enough for the whole floor of the hotel to hear.

When she said that, I pushed my thumb more deeply into her ass as my other hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back, maybe a little too roughly, but I was gone at this point. She seemed to enjoy it as I felt her pussy tighten and spasm on my cock as her orgasm hit. That was too much for me, and I rammed deeply into her and held it there as my hot cum shot into her, spurt after spurt.

We both collapsed on the bed, both of us breathing heavily.

After some composure, I got up to use the bathroom. I heard them speaking softly to each other in a loving way, which I found tender.

“Thanks for a great night and an amazing fuck, John, but if you wouldn’t mind leaving soon, so Jim can reclaim what is his, we would appreciate it,” Katy quietly said. She had not moved from the bed, it was then that I realized she was saving my cum in her, for Jim.

“Yes, thank you. I haven’t seen her this satisfied in a long time,” Jim said just as quietly.

Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I quickly got dressed.

“Be a dear and hand Jim the key to his cage before you leave,” Katy stated. I could tell this was her last power play, before reclamation, having the man that just fucked his wife handing him the key of his own release.

I grabbed the key and then had a wicked thought. I moved over to Katy, who had a confused look and rubbed the key on her pussy, making sure my cum was all over it. She gave me that wicked grin again. And nodded slightly her approval.

“Here, Jim, lick this clean first before unlocking yourself. Your wife is an amazing fuck, thank you,” I said softly.

I didn’t wait to see if he would lick it clean or not, but I assumed by her grin that he would. I turned and bent over the bed and gave Katy a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks for a night I will never forget,” I said quietly and left.

Later in my room, as I was anguishing over my infidelity, I discovered a note in my pants pocket written on the hotel stationery.

John,

We had so much fun tonight. Please look us up the next time you are in town. We would love to play with you again.

XOXO Katy

It had a phone number. That certainly tempered my current feelings and put a smile on my face, recalling that amazing, nowhere near vanilla sex I just experienced. I put the number in my phone under ‘Jim.’

As I flew home the next day, I wondered if I would call them again or if this was just a one-time infidelity for me. I guess we’ll see.