The Gift

I heard them before I saw them—Sue’s girlish giggle in the corridor, followed by the muffled sound of a kiss that made my chest ache. My hands gripped the arms of the chair she’d told me to sit in, tucked neatly into the corner of the hotel room. I pulled the bathrobe tighter, knowing what I had on underneath.

The door opened. Sue stepped in first, flushed and radiant, Darren right behind her. They were still laughing when he caught sight of me. His smile faltered, and he glanced at Sue in surprise.

“Hold on,” he said gently. “Sue… what’s his part in this? Who is he? I’ll be honest, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with a threesome. At least not with another man.”

Sue touched his chest, reassuring him with a smile. “Relax, Darren. It’s not a threesome. I didn’t bring you here for my husband—I brought you here for me. He’s not part of the action. He just watches. That’s all.”

Darren studied me again, still cautious. “Just watches?”

Sue nodded, her grin widening. “Mmhmm. He doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t even touch me, unless I tell him to. Isn’t that right, Mike?”

“Yes,” I mumbled, my face burning.

“He’s no threat, just here to ensure I’m in safe hands, and of course to enjoy himself.” Sue turned toward me with a mock-sweet tilt of her head. “Stand up, darling. Show him.”

My hands trembled as I stood and loosened the tie of my bathrobe. It slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed in the pink satin frilly lace panties she’d chosen. A dark wet patch had already spread where my cock strained helplessly.

“Well, would you look at that,” Darren murmured, his tone half-amused, half-appreciative. “He’s already worked up—just from sitting there waiting for us.”

Sue giggled, running her hand slowly down Darren’s chest. “Of course he is. He’s been aching in those panties all evening, dreaming about this moment.”

Sue laughed lightly, leaning against Darren’s shoulder. “See? No threat. No guilt. Besides—” she flashed a playful smile “—it ain’t cheating if hubby’s beating, is it?”

Darren chuckled low in his chest, shaking his head. “You’re bad,” he said, grinning at her.

I couldn’t help laughing too—nervous, embarrassed, but caught up in their ease. “Guess I walked right into that one,” I said, my voice unsteady, though the warmth between them made it oddly easy to join in.

Her tone softened but stayed certain. “Before we start,” Sue said, looking between us, “there are two rules.”

She lifted a finger. “First rule—if anyone feels uncomfortable, we stop immediately. No questions, no hesitation. The safe word is banana. Anyone can say it, at any time, and that’s the end of it. Understood?”

Darren nodded right away. “Understood.”

Sue turned to me, her eyes steady but kind. “That goes for you too, love. This only works if we all feel completely comfortable.”

When I nodded, she went on. “Second rule—protection. You’ll wear a condom. Tonight is about me feeling a real man again, about experience—but I’m still a married woman.” She hesitated just a beat, her smile softening. “We’ll keep it safe.”

Darren’s response was immediate and respectful. “Of course. Whatever you say.”

He hesitated for a moment, his expression softening. “And this really is your first time trying something like this?”

Sue gave a small, nervous laugh. “It is—for both of us.”

Darren smiled reassuringly. “Alright then. We’ll take it slow. You’ll set the pace.”

Sue relaxed slightly, grateful. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

He looked from her to me, amusement glinting gently in his eyes. “You two are something else.”

Sue gave a small laugh. “We’re trying,” she said quietly. “Both of us are. Tonight’s about trust—seeing where it takes us.”

Darren nodded, tone calm but firm. “Be proud of yourselves. Not many couples could be this honest with each other. Just stay present and comfortable, and I’ll follow your lead.”

For a moment, the three of us were silent, the new rules settling between us like a vow. The quiet wasn’t tense—it was steady, full of unspoken understanding.

Sue exhaled softly. “Okay. That’s better. We all know the lines.”

Darren gave a small smile. “Boundaries make it real. They let everyone breathe.”

I nodded, feeling a surprising calm in my chest. “I think we needed that.”

Sue reached for my hand, giving it a quick, warm squeeze. “We did,” she said. “And remember, love—you don’t have to do anything tonight. There’s no pressure to perform or prove anything. This is about letting go, about seeing each other clearly.”

Her words sank in slowly, loosening something deep inside me. For the first time, the weight of expectation lifted. Darren would lead; Sue would be cared for physically. And for me—this was everything I had ever imagined. My pleasure would come from watching, from the world inside my own thoughts and the feelings running through me. Sue wasn’t just realising my fantasy—she was trying it for me, for us, a daring anniversary present we were gifting each other. My place was simply to watch her happiness unfold—to let myself feel it, to find quiet pleasure in it, and perhaps even to learn from it.

Darren nodded once, his voice calm and reassuring. “No pressure,” he said with an easy smile. “Just trust. A good night for us all—each of us finding our own kind of pleasure in this.”

The tension faded, replaced by something gentler: a fragile kind of peace. The evening ahead no longer felt like a test, but a shared act of discovery, held together by the boundaries we’d built and the trust we were all beginning to understand.

The Fuck

Sue slid her hands up Darren’s chest and kissed him again — slow at first, then hungry and wet. Their lips smacked, tongues tangling, her little moans of pleasure making my stomach twist. It wasn’t a simple kiss; it was sloppy and consuming, a kiss that belonged to us — and seeing it given to him made my chest ache with betrayal. Until now I had thought the worst sting would be seeing him inside her, hearing her gasp his name. But this… this was different. Kissing like this had always been ours, a private bond, a seal of love. Watching her surrender it to him cut me deeper than their coupling ever could. Darren’s big hands roamed confidently down her body, cupping her ass, pulling her tight against the thick bulge in his trousers — but it was the kiss that undid me.

When she finally broke the kiss, she glanced at me with a playful smile. “Sit back, darling. This is where your cuckold fantasies become real.”

Her eyes lingered on mine for a heartbeat longer, softening just enough to remind me that beneath the teasing was still the woman I loved. I lifted my hand and blew her a quiet kiss, mouthing the words I love you.

Her expression changed—something tender flickered through the mischief—then she returned the gesture with a small nod, as if to say she already knew. The air between us felt charged, balanced between affection and anticipation, both of us aware that what was about to happen would change us in ways we didn’t yet understand.

She turned to Darren, whispering something in his ear before easing the straps of her dress from her shoulders. The fabric slid to the floor, revealing a matching set of red lacy bra and knickers that hugged her ample curves perfectly. Darren’s eyes widened, admiration plain on his face.

“You’re lovely, a real woman,” he murmured, his tone almost reverent.

Sue blushed, biting her lip as she straightened a little, presenting herself to him with nervous pride. Darren’s eyes roamed appreciatively over her curves before settling on her chest. His hands came up to cup her through the bra, kneading gently until her breath caught.

“Mmm,” he murmured with a slow grin, “full and natural.”

With practiced ease, his fingers found the clasp at her back, flicking it open in a single motion. The straps slid from her shoulders, and he peeled the bra away, tossing it aside. Her breasts spilled free into his palms, nipples already hard and eager under his touch. Sue moaned, trembling as his thumbs brushed over her peaks, while her own hand drifted down between her thighs to rub the crotch of her knickers — a damp patch already spreading across the gusset, soaked through with her arousal.

Darren inhaled sharply, his cock stiffening visibly in his trousers. “God, Sue… you’re already so wet for me.”

Sue giggled, glancing back at me with a knowing smirk. “I couldn’t help it. Just thinking about finally feeling a real man again… it’s got me dripping.”

Darren’s voice was low, steady. “More than ready. You’re perfect.”

My cock throbbed helplessly inside my panties, the soft fabric clinging tighter as precum soaked through the front. I rubbed myself shamelessly, the slick satin sliding over me, humiliation and arousal burning together.

Darren dropped his trousers and briefs, his cock springing free — thick, heavy, hard. Sue gasped, her eyes widening.

“Oh, Darren…” she moaned. “You’re… more than I ever imagined.” Her hand curled around his shaft, stroking him slowly. “So thick… so hard… oh God, I can feel how good this is going to be already.”

She lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs and pulling aside her panties invitingly. “Come and take me.”

Darren reached for the condom, rolling it on carefully, but before he could settle between her legs, Sue leaned across to the nightstand. With a knowing smile, she pressed a small bottle of lube into his hand. “Here — you’ll need this. You’re so much bigger than I’m used to.”

He gave a low chuckle, squeezing some into his palm before positioning himself between her thighs. The thick head of his cock rubbed against her swollen lips, slick now with both her wetness and the lube, coating himself as he pressed into her heat.

Darren eased forward, his cock now slick with her wetness and the lube. The thick, bulbous head pressed firmly against Sue’s slit, parting her folds. She gasped, her body instinctively tightening, then cried out with a mix of shock and delight as he began to open her up.

“Oh god… Darren…” Sue’s voice was high, trembling. Her hands gripped the sheets as her thighs quivered. “You’re… you’re so big… I need to adjust.” She bit her lip, her hips shifting minutely as though to make room for him. “Go slow… please… let me get used to you.”

Darren chuckled low in his throat, his eyes fixed on the way her body struggled to take him. He teased her deliberately, popping his swollen head just inside, then sliding back out, again and again. Ten slow, deliberate thrusts of just his tip, stretching her lips, making her clutch at him, each entry pulling a louder moan from her.

“God…” she groaned, nails digging faint trails into his shoulders. “Even just your head… you’re stretching me so much… ohhh…”

From my chair in the corner, my chest tightened. My cock throbbed urgently inside my panties, desperate for touch. My fingers twitched at my thighs, aching to stroke myself — but I knew if I did I’d cum instantly. The need was unbearable, and yet the humiliation of losing it too quickly in front of them burned even hotter. I forced myself to grip the arms of the chair, knuckles white, straining to endure as their moans filled the room.

Then, finally, he began to push further. The ridge of his cock eased past her entrance, another inch sinking into her heat.

Sue cried out, clutching him harder. “Ohh… ohhh fuck… Darren… yes, yes… but slow… please…” Her hips writhed under him, torn between bracing against the stretch and pulling him deeper.

“That’s it…” Darren growled, kissing her throat as he held steady inside her. “Feel me. Open up for me. Take me inch by inch.”

Another thrust, another inch, her slick walls gripping him tighter as her body tried to adjust. Sue’s cries turned to whimpers, then back to moans, her voice trembling with raw pleasure as her body yielded to his size.

From my seat, I could no longer resist. My hand slipped down, trembling, inside my panties. Not stroking — not yet — just feeling the heat and swollen ache of my cock under my palm, shuddering at how close I was to disgrace.

Sue’s eyes flicked open and caught me. Even as she writhed under Darren’s steady push, she gave me a wicked, breathless smile. “Ohhh, look at you…” she moaned, her voice lilting with delight. “Good boy… go on, touch yourself. I want you to feel what I feel, while you watch him open me up.”

Darren pushed slowly into her, stretching her open. Sue cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into his arms.

“Ohhh yes… Darren… you’re filling me… oh God, I’ve never felt so full…”

“You’re so tight, Sue,” Darren groaned softly, easing deeper. “So wet and still so tight. You feel incredible.”

Her hand slid from Darren’s back to point at me, her nails curling with a teasing flourish. “Go on, baby… touch it. Stroke for me. I want you to imagine every inch he’s giving me and let it spill out of you. Show me how much it turns you on to watch me stretched by this thick cock.”

The words pierced me, shattering my resistance. My fingers curled around my cock inside the satin, and I began to stroke slowly, matching his rhythm, every inch he pushed into her mirrored by the desperate tug of my hand.

Her hips rocked up against him, taking more of his cock. “Yes… yes, Darren, don’t stop… oh God, you’re perfect…”

The sight of him sliding into her, my wife open and moaning for her first lover since our wedding, was too much. My breath broke, my hips bucked, and within two minutes I was cumming into my pink panties, spurting pathetically, soaking the fabric and my hand with sticky warmth.

Sue turned her head, catching me in the act. Her smile broke wide. “Oh, Mike… already? You couldn’t even last a few minutes watching us?”

“I-I’m sorry,” I gasped, shuddering in the chair, hot satin clinging wet and tight around my cock.

Her laugh was soft, affectionate, mocking. “Don’t be sorry, baby. We both know this is exactly what you wanted. Look at you — sat in your girlie pink panties, cumming like a naughty schoolboy while I love you with my heart, but give my body to him.”

Darren chuckled quietly, never slowing his rhythm as he thrust into her. “He really is into this, isn’t he?”

“Oh yes,” Sue moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. “This is exactly his place now. Isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, panting in the corner, still twitching in my hot wet panties.

Sue smiled up at Darren, then gasped as he drove deeper, her words dissolving into a moan. “Mmm… oh God, Darren… keep going. Show me what I’ve been missing…”

And Darren did — unbothered by my pathetic but oh-so-satisfying climax, focused entirely on Sue, his cock sliding in and out of her slick tight pussy while she writhed beneath him, her praises filling the room.

Sue’s body arched, a gasp tearing from her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. She clung to him, tilting her head back, lashes closing tight as she gave herself over completely — her focus no longer on me, but on him, his rhythm, his possession of her.

Carefully, shamefully, I pulled my hand free from my mess, absentmindedly bringing it up to my lips. My tongue darted out, licking at my fingers before I sucked them clean one by one, swallowing the salty taste of my own release.

I was just finishing, cheeks burning, when I saw Sue’s head tilted towards me, lips curve faintly into a smile. Her eyes were open just a sliver — not fully closed after all — and with that sly look she gave me the smallest, most deliberate wink before letting them drift shut again, moaning as Darren drove deeper inside her.

The message was unmistakable: she had seen everything.

Darren rolled his hips steadily, Sue moaning louder beneath him. Her nails scraped lightly down his back, her thighs clenching around his waist. For long minutes they moved together in every position—side, spooning, doggy, her riding him eagerly, her gasps filling the room. Her bra discarded, breast marked with his suckling, and her knickers were soaked from the juices leaking out of her love tunnel.

The Feel

But then Sue whimpered and pushed at his shoulders lightly. “Darren… wait.”

He paused, breathing hard, concern in his voice. “What’s wrong? Am I too rough?”

She shook her head quickly, smiling through her panting. “No… God, no. You feel amazing. It’s just…” She bit her lip, glancing at me in the corner before whispering to him. “The condom. It’s dulling everything. I want to feel you.”

Darren kissed her gently, murmuring against her lips. “I was thinking the same. You’re so wet, but I really want to feel your flesh on mine.” He looked over at me, his expression serious, respectful. “But it’s not my call. This is your marriage.”

Sue giggled breathlessly, looking straight at me, her eyes wicked. “Darling… what do you say? Should I feel him properly? Should I let Darren fuck me bareback?”

My cock twitched inside my sticky satin, a fresh ache flooding me. My voice cracked. “Y-yes, sure, if that’s what you want.” All the while thinking Oh yes please!

Sue’s smile spread wide. “Thank you.” She reached down, peeled the condom off Darren’s cock, and with a little laugh tossed it toward me, followed by her knickers. They landed on the carpet by the foot of the bed. “Fetch.”

Shame burned my face as I scrambled from the chair, crawling across the carpet to pick them up. The rubber was warm and slick in my hand from her love, and inside I could see his precum pooling in the teat. Her knickers were literally soaked.

“Stay there,” Sue ordered, her tone playful but firm. “Right at the end of the bed. That’s where you’ll watch from now. Closer.”

I knelt where she told me, clutching the discarded condom and knickers, my face only a few feet from where Darren’s cock slid against her glistening lips.

Sue looked up at Darren, her voice sultry. “New rule. You can fuck me raw now… but you have to pull out when you cum. Agreed?”

Darren nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Agreed.”

“Good.” She pulled him back down, guiding his cock to her entrance. When he slid inside her bare, Sue cried out, her whole body arching. “Ohhh! God, Darren… that’s it… that’s what I needed!”

He groaned against her neck, his voice thick. “You feel incredible, Sue. So hot, so tight around me now.”

Her eyes flicked to me, gleaming with triumph. “Hear that, darling? He feels me better without the barrier. I’m taking him properly now.”

I whimpered, soaked satin clinging to me, my cock twitching at every word.

Darren’s hips rocked deeper, Sue’s moans turning into near-screams as she wrapped herself around him.

“Oh God, Darren… yes… yes… this is perfect… you’re perfect.”

Sue’s moans grew higher, her body shuddering beneath Darren’s steady thrusts, before she turned her head towards me with a wicked grin. She beckoned with her finger. “Come here, sweetheart. Over here. I want you closer.”

I scrambled up, moving to the side of the bed and with a little giggle, she reached over, tugged at the lacy leg of my panties, and pulled my cock free. It sprang up, stiff and stinging, the sudden release making me groan.

Sue’s eyes lit with playful mockery. “Well, well… look at that. You’ve recovered already. That was quick, darling. Much quicker than when we have sex together.” She giggled, patting my cheek. “I wonder why that is?”

I flushed, humiliated, my cock twitching openly as she guided me into place beside her waist. I lowered myself onto my stomach across the bed. My face slid into place right beside her hip, so close I could see every detail — Darren’s thick cock glistening as it slid in and out of her swollen pussy, her lips wet and clinging, her juices leaking between them and soaking the sheet beneath.

The Spill

Sue stroked my hair tenderly, her voice a purr. “There… now you can really see what it’s like when a real man fucks me.”

I could. Every detail was right there, almost close enough to taste. Darren’s bare cock pumped steadily into reddening pink lips, stretching her open, glistening with her wetness. Each thrust made her pussy squelch obscenely, the sound filling my ears, the smell of their raw sex so heavy it was all-encompassing.

I knelt on the bed beside her hip, my cheek brushing the soft skin of her thigh as I gasped for breath. My cock throbbed angrily, trapped between the damp satin bunched around my thighs and the dry cotton sheet at the side of the mattress.

I was rutting helplessly, grinding into the seam where satin met cotton, my slick shaft sliding back and forth, leaving little streaks of cum and precum over the fabric. Each thrust of Darren’s cock into her body made my own hips jerk harder into the bed, as though my body was trying to keep pace with his, pathetic and useless beside them.

The contrast was unbearable: Darren’s cock disappearing into her, filling her with wet, heavy thrusts, while mine rubbed raw against fabric, desperate and aching for attention.

Sue’s moans rose, high and broken. Her nails raked down Darren’s back as she clung to him. “Ohhh Darren… yes… yes, give it to me… this is so good”

Darren groaned, his rhythm faltering, voice thick and low. “Sue… I’m close.”

She gasped wildly, holding him tight. “Yes… yes, Darren, cum for me…”

His body stiffened, muscles locked. The first hot spurt pumped deep inside her bare pussy. Sue cried out, her back arching, legs trembling.

He pulled free just in time for the second heavy rope to lash across her belly, streaking upward from her glistening slit to her navel. The sight made me moan into her thigh, my cock jerking violently as I rutted harder into the side of the mattress, humiliating myself, spilling more sticky trails of my mess into the sheets while I watched a real man mark my wife.

Then, with one fluid motion, she controlled us both: her left hand gripped the back of my head, pressing my cheek down into the sticky warmth across her stomach, smearing me through it before forcing me lower; her right hand hooked behind Darren’s neck, tugging him into a deep kiss.

Her pull brought him forward to her, his cock still jerking and spurting, the swollen head bumping against my lips and smearing hotly over my face.

I whimpered as Sue’s grip kept me pinned, her kiss with Darren wet and hungry above me. His cock pulsed again, and I opened my mouth, taking him inside. Another spurt splashed onto my tongue, the salty thickness almost choking me.

The shock of it broke me. My body lurched, hips rutting frantically against the mattress edge, cock grinding between damp satin and cotton. With a strangled moan, I came, spurting weakly, hot streaks dripping down the side of the bed as I writhed beneath them.

Sue moaned into Darren’s mouth, her voice muffled to my ears as her thigh pressed against my cheek. I could only hear fragments, blurred by their kiss: “…good boy… taste him… swallow…”

They kissed harder, whispering to each other between breaths and giggles, while I stayed trapped between them, my mouth full of Darren’s spent cock. He groaned low, shuddering as the last of his seed oozed into my mouth, his shaft beginning to slacken.

Humiliation burned hotter than ever. Taking him hard had been degrading enough — but now I lay helpless, his cock softening inside my mouth, their wet kisses and low, intimate murmurs above me shutting me out. Trapped between their bodies as they relaxed into one another, my sight was obscured, but my taste and smell were overwhelmed — his cum thick on my tongue, Sue’s musk heavy in the air — reducing me to nothing more than the place his cock was put away while they lay entwined in post-coital bliss.

The Aftermath

Eventually, Darren eased back, his soft cock slipping from my lips with a wet sound. He sighed, brushing Sue’s cheek tenderly. “I need to clean up.” He kissed her once more, then rose, padding towards the bathroom.

I pushed myself shakily to my feet, sticky satin clinging uncomfortably to me. My thighs trembled, and when I glanced down, I saw the evidence of my orgasm smeared across my stomach and dripping down my leg.

Sue’s eyes followed me, then widened in amused surprise. “Darling… you came again?” She giggled, shaking her head as though she couldn’t believe it. “Twice in such a short time. You never manage that with me.” Her hand stroked my cheek tenderly, though her eyes glittered with wicked delight. “So your little cuckold fantasies are real after all… and look at you — watching seems to be every bit as good, maybe even better, than you ever imagined.”

I swallowed hard, my face burning, but I whispered the truth. “Yes, my love… it’s better… it’s more than I ever dreamed.”

She lay back against the pillows, her body glowing, Darren’s seed still streaked across her skin. “He wants us to spend the night together,” she said softly. “But I suppose that depends on you.” She tilted her head, a playful lilt in her voice. “Where would you sleep, hmm? On the floor?”

My mouth went dry. “I… I don’t know.”

Sue smiled, mock-thoughtful. “Well, I could let you have the whole bed to yourself, darling… if I went to his room for the night. That way we’d both be comfortable.” She winked. “It’s your decision, isn’t it?”

Before I could answer, the bathroom door opened. Darren stepped out, having donned the second hotel bathrobe and then scooped up his clothes. He looked at us with a calm smile. “I’ll leave you two to discuss it. The offer stands. I’m just a few doors down.” He gave the room number, then added with a grin, “Don’t keep her waiting too long.”

With a polite nod, he left, closing the door quietly behind him.

The Choice

Sue watched him go, then turned back to me with a satisfied sigh. “Mmm… what a gentleman.” Her eyes drifted down to her belly, still glistening with his cum. “Now, I can’t really go to bed, any bed with this mess on me, you’d better clean me up, baby.”

I moved closer, lowering myself until my lips pressed against her stomach, licking obediently at the sticky trails of his seed, tracing each hot line upward with slow, trembling strokes of my tongue. The faint tremor of her belly under my mouth told me she was still sensitive, still fluttering from what he had done to her — and from the way she was likely playing back every thrust, every spurt, in her mind as I performed my meek little reclaim of her.

Her fingers idly combed through my hair as she looked down at me with a dreamy smile. “Sweetheart,” she murmured softly, “do you really like the taste of cum? Be honest with me.”

My face burned as I licked another sticky trail from her skin. My throat tightened, the words catching before they escaped. “Y-yes.” My voice cracked, faltering as I forced the admission. “I… I do. I can’t help it. I like it.”

She smiled down at me, still stroking my hair with tender affection. Then her eyes glinted and she tilted her head. “And tell me… does his taste differ from yours?”

I froze, lips still pressed to her belly. The question was too much. Heat surged through me, and shame clamped my throat shut. I swallowed hard, unable to answer, my silence betraying me more than words could.

Sue gave a soft, knowing laugh, kissing her fingertip before tapping it gently against my cheek. “Mmm… that’s an answer enough, my sweet.” Her eyes glinted as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Besides, I already saw you earlier — licking your own mess from your fingers. And you did get a good mouthful of his, didn’t you, baby?”

Her tone was teasing but gentle, as though she was both mocking me and praising me at once. The reminder made my stomach knot with humiliation. Below, my cock lay limp, shrivelled and useless— proof of how completely spent and emptied I was.

A soft laugh escaped her lips — rich and amused, pleased at my devotion. “That’s it, sweetheart… nice and slow,” she murmured, guiding my head with the lightest pressure of her fingertips while I continued to lick, the scent and taste of them filling my senses.

“Not there,” she said firmly when I edged towards her pussy. She tilted my head back up, keeping me focused on her belly. “That’s for the morning, when it’ll be full for you. Patience, my sweet.” And besides,” she giggled, brushing her fingers through my hair, “I want to keep his cum in me, so I’m ready for when that gorgeous thick, big cock enters me again — plunging in deep and stretching me wide so he can take me fully using his cum as lube.”

Sue lay back watching me lick the last streaks from her belly, her smile warm and wicked. When I sat back on my heels, she tilted her head. “So… that’s your answer then. You didn’t say no. I’ll take that as a yes.”

My chest tightened. “Sue…”

The Need

She put a finger to my lips, silencing me with a soft laugh. “Shhh. You want me to be happy. And I want to spend the night in Darren’s arms. It’s simple, my love.” Her smile softened, though her eyes glistened with something deeper. “Don’t you see? This is the last piece of the jigsaw. I love only you, but I’ve just realised tonight what I’ve been missing. I’ve suppressed it all through our married life — in truth, ever since we first met. I told myself I was satisfied, that I didn’t need more. But feeling him inside me… the way my body answered his… it woke something I can’t put back to sleep. In his arms, with his cock inside me, I’m sure I will finally cum the way I’ve secretly craved all along.”

Her thumb traced my cheek as her tone softened even more. “And it’s you who gave me this, sweetheart. You set it free in me. That’s why our lovemaking will always remain special — it’s about us, about our bond, our love. But I’ve realised I also need to be fucked. Hard, deep, without restraint. That doesn’t take away from us — it adds to us. It completes me.”

She kissed me then, tender at first, lips soft and lingering, before hunger edged in and her tongue pressed against mine. When she pulled back, her forehead rested gently against mine. “There can be no love stronger than two who share, knowing we will always return to each other. This makes us more, not less. We’re unbreakable, darling.”

Her eyes shone as she whispered, “Thank you for trusting and loving me enough to give me this.”

Sue’s smile softened, though her eyes still glinted wickedly. She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “I didn’t quite reach orgasm earlier. Darren said we both got distracted with you watching.” She giggled, brushing her lips over mine. “But he promised me I would, once I’m alone with him.”

With that, she rose from the bed, her skin still glowing from their passion. She slipped into a sheer gown, it hanging loosely at her waist. The scent of sex clung to her, heavy and intoxicating. She bent down, kissed my forehead tenderly, and whispered, “Be good and think of me.”

I sat frozen as she padded to the door, then she paused, turning back with her gown half-draped around her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes still glowing from Darren’s touch yet she saw the look of sheer abandonment in my face, and, possibly sensing me considering uttering banana, she came back and bent to kiss me softly on the lips, her gown falling open — a reminder, as if I needed one, of what I was both denying myself yet surrendering to another man tonight. She whispered with a girlish giggle, “Darling… this is the best anniversary present you’ve ever given me. Truly the best. I love you so much for this.”

Her smile softened, then turned sly. “It was all your idea, remember? Your fantasy. You wanted to see me with another man.” She cupped my cheek, her voice lowering. “And now I realise… it’s what I’ve been missing all our married life. You’ve given me a gift neither of us can ever take back — and I’m grateful.”

My throat was tight, but I managed to whisper: “All I ever wanted was for you to be happy… sexually fulfilled.” My voice trailed off.

The Exposure

“You have, my dear,” she purred. “More than you know. And after tonight, don’t you worry — I’m fully embracing the hotwife lifestyle. This is just the beginning. We’ll be enjoying plenty more cocks together… and you’ll always have the best seat in the house.” She giggled softly. “I’ll be your own personal porn star, live, right here in front of your eyes.”

Her words sent a shiver through me — terrifying, exhilarating, overwhelming. My throat was tight, my cock twitching helplessly. “God, Sue…” I whispered hoarsely, “sharing cocks with you… I can’t believe this is real. It’s everything I ever wanted — but I never thought I’d actually crave it. I feel… so exposed.”

Sue’s smile softened, her eyes glowing with warmth. She cupped my face in her hands, her touch gentle. “Shhh, sweetheart. That’s because you’ve also discovered something new about yourself tonight. You’re not just my cuckold — you’re opening up to your bi side. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She leaned closer, her forehead resting against mine. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be here with you, guiding you. We’ll explore this together, one step at a time, one cock at a time. And you know what?” She kissed me softly. “I’ll enjoy watching you just as much as you love watching me. We’ll share it, truly together.”

I trembled under her words, comforted yet undone, my heart pounding with both fear and a desperate, hungry anticipation.

I swallowed hard, trembling under her hands. My voice came out thin, almost a whisper. “Look… if it’s what you want… if it makes you happy… I’ll do it for you.” I lowered my eyes, ashamed. “Even if it scares me… even if I’m not sure… I’ll try it to please you.”

Inside, my chest was a furnace of shame and need. I could feel the truth pressing against the back of my being — that in my darkest, deepest hidden desires I didn’t just accept it; I craved it.

Sue tilted my chin up with a fingertip, her eyes searching mine. The playful glint softened to something knowing. “I can see it,” she whispered. “You say you’re doing this for me… but it’s written all over you, sweetie. Tonight I finally saw what you’ve been hiding from me all these years — your beautiful, submissive side.

Her eyes softened, glowing with certainty. “You’re also obviously bicurious — I can see it in your eyes. I want to see you on your knees, tasting me straight from another man. I want to watch you kiss and lick the very cock that’s just been inside me, your tongue worshipping it while I stroke your hair. I want you to clean him off with your tongue and mouth while I whisper what a good boy you are. And one day, when you’re ready, I want to watch you truly give yourself to him — not just tasting or cleaning, but offering your body the way you offered your eyes tonight. A complete surrender.”

She kissed me softly, her lips tender, her voice warm against my cheek. “And that’s not a bad thing. With time, you may find yourself becoming fully bisexual. Imagine that — not just tasting, but really sharing my lovers with me. Taking as much pleasure from them as I do, while I watch you both.”

I shook my head weakly, clinging to her words but still trying to retreat from the edge she’d placed me on. “I don’t want to be fully bisexual,” I whispered. My throat was tight, every word faltering. “I don’t want to be fully submissive to another man. Those fantasies… they’re just that. Things in my head. Not real. Not to ever be experienced.”

Her smile softened, her thumb brushing across my lips. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, her tone low and knowing, “you say that now… but I saw you tonight. You didn’t resist taking him in your mouth. Not once. You opened for him, you swallowed him, you took his cum like you’d been waiting for it.”

Heat shot to my face. My voice cracked as I stammered, “Y-yes… that’s true. That… that’s a bisexual fantasy I’ve harboured for a long time. I admit it. I always thought… maybe, one day, I could do that. Put a man in my mouth. Taste him. That felt possible.” My throat tightened further, shame thickening my voice. “But taking a man in my…” I broke off, unable to finish the thought, shaking my head, too overwhelmed by the image to say the words aloud.

Sue’s eyes glowed as she leaned close, her lips brushing my ear. “In your ass,” she finished softly, mercilessly. Her laugh was warm, not cruel. “That’s what you can’t say. But I can see it, pet. I can see how much the thought frightens you — and excites you.”

She kissed the side of my neck, then pulled back with a wicked smile. “Perhaps the same man could be the one to take my own anal virginity too. Imagine that — him moving between us, laughing as he swaps from your tight little ass to mine. Or maybe…” she let the thought hang, her grin widening, “maybe two men at once. You and me, side by side, both being taken together, their cocks driving into us until we can’t tell whose cries are whose.”

Her hand slid down over my chest, brushing against the lace trim still clinging to me. “And you in those pretty panties…” she purred. “Mmm, I think I’d like us dressed up for our lovers. You and I in matching lingerie, side by side, waiting together for the cocks we’re going to share. Stockings, suspenders, lacy panties…” She paused, eyes glinting as her hand toyed with the waistband. “And of course, I’d need to wear a matching bra to make the outfit complete.”

Her smile widened, her tone turning sing-song and teasing. “Which means you would too, panty boy. Yes… an A cup, just like my full D. I want you to feel every bit the sissy I see when you kneel in front of me. Imagine their faces when I show you off in a full set — blushing, embarrassed, frightened even, but ready.”

My stomach twisted with humiliation, my throat dry. The thought made me want to hide — and yet the burn of excitement in my chest betrayed me.

Sue kissed my cheek sweetly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Your embarrassment and humiliation will only make it sweeter. For me… and for them.”

Her words caught me completely off guard. For years, Sue had been the careful one — private, restrained, the voice of reason whenever my imagination ran ahead of reality. Hearing her speak now with such open curiosity left me speechless. I felt a rush of confusion and disbelief, as though the ground between us had quietly shifted.

She wasn’t teasing; there was real excitement in her eyes, an honesty that both startled and fascinated me. I realised, maybe for the first time, that she wasn’t just indulging my fantasies anymore — she was beginning to build her own. The thought unsettled me, but somewhere beneath the surprise was a faint spark of something else: the sense that our boundaries, once so firm, might no longer be limits but invitations to discover who we really were together.

She stroked my cheek gently, her eyes tender even as her words dripped filth. “Don’t worry, my love. We’ll go step by step. But now that we’ve opened this door, there’s no closing it. And I’ll be right there with you.”

Sue’s smile softened even more as she cupped my face. “I can see it, sweetie. You don’t have to hide it anymore. You’ll always be my husband, my love. And now you’ll also be my confidant, my safe place, the one who shares this side of me. You’re not diminished in my eyes, darling. You’re expanded. More open. More mine.”

Sue stroked my cheek gently, her eyes soft and steady.

“Darling,” she whispered, “your cock has only ever been mine. From the night I took your virginity, it became mine — and it always will be. It’s never belonged to anyone else, and it never will. That makes you so special to me — the most faithful husband a woman could ever hope for.”

Her thumb traced my lips, her voice lowering. “Because of that faithfulness, you’ve now given me the freedom to be who I am. I’ve realised that I need other men to fuck me the way I crave. And you… you may explore your submissive side with men, if your desires lead you there. But it will be with my guidance — my choice, my eyes on you. No other women, ever. Your cock is mine alone, only ever inside me. That’s what makes what we share and our lovemaking sacred and untouchable.”

She leaned closer, brushing a kiss across my mouth. “And hear me now — no matter how many cocks I take, and no matter how many you kneel for, I will always love you, always respect you as my husband. We will always return to each other. That’s the truth that binds us.”

Her lips lingered on mine, a tender promise wrapped in heat. “I love you more for this, not less. And it will remain ours — our secret, our dirty, beautiful kinky truth. Just for us.”

She kissed me again, tenderly, her eyes holding mine. “And just as you’ve loved watching me tonight, I’m going to love watching you discover yourself.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Because tonight I discovered something too.”

She took a slow breath, her thumb tracing my lips as she spoke. “When I agreed to this, I entered timidly. It was your fantasy — you wanted to watch me get fucked — and I thought I was only indulging you. Until tonight, all I really wanted was a simple, monogamous marriage with you. I thought this was a one-off adventure, just for your eyes.” She gave a small, shaky laugh. “But tonight… tonight I realised how much pleasure there is in it for me. Not just being with another man, but knowing you’re there, watching, trembling. It unlocked something I didn’t know I’d been missing all our married life.”

Her eyes glinted with warmth and excitement. “And I realised something else too — my craving for real orgasms has been rekindled. I love you, darling, but I can’t deny it anymore. If I want to feel those deep, shuddering climaxes again, it means taking others. And I want that now, fully, shamelessly.”

She brushed her lips over mine again. “So while you’ve discovered your submissive side tonight, I’ve discovered my hunger. I don’t only want to be taken; I want to lead you, guide you, shape you. I want to watch you open up, cross lines you’ve only dreamed about, and help you live the things you’ve kept hidden. It excites me as much as anything Darren did to me tonight.”

She kissed me one last time, soft and certain. “And now, I’m going to take what I need tonight. Darren promised me the orgasms I didn’t reach earlier, the ones I was too distracted to let go into with you watching. He’ll give himself and them to me — and in the morning, I’ll bring them back to you to savour.”

Sue pulled her gown tight, cheeks flushed, eyes alight with hunger and promise. She opened the door quietly, paused to glance back with a radiant, wicked smile, and whispered, “Sleep well, my love. This is only the beginning.”

Then she slipped out into the corridor, leaving me alone in the quiet room.

The Solitude

The silence was deafening. I turned back to the bed: the sheets wet with their sweat and sex, her knickers discarded on the floor, the used condom Darren had peeled off earlier lying limp near the foot of the bed.

My breath quickened. Shame burned through me, but arousal too, raw and insistent. I gathered them — her damp knickers soft and musky in my hand, the crumpled condom slick with his scent, the sheets heavy with their stains.

I pressed my face into the fabric, inhaling deeply, my cock twitching weakly in its sticky satin prison. Alone, abandoned, humiliated — but exactly where Sue wanted me.

The room smelled of them — sex, sweat, Darren’s seed still clinging to the sheets and my wife’s perfume lingering in the air. My hands trembled as I fondled the tokens.

Sue’s knickers were damp and musky, the gusset heavy with her arousal. I pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply, the scent dizzying, my cock twitching back to life.

The sheets were wet and stained, dark patches where her body had pressed and where their love juices had leaked. I spread myself over them, smearing myself against the soaked fabric, groaning into the knickers as I ground helplessly.

And then it hit me with cruel clarity — even tonight, even after all I had seen, I would not witness the one thing I longed for most: Sue’s orgasm. I would not see her toes curling, her back arching in wild release, her moans spilling into cries, her eyes shining with tears as wave after wave consumed her. I would not see her pussy giving itself to him — clenching, surrendering around his cock in the way I had once thought was mine to claim. Those moments of gushing admiration, the rawest truth of her pleasure, would be hidden from me, given to him alone in the dark. It would be his to hear, his to feel, his to hold — not mine.

Then my eyes fell to the condom. Limp, slick, glistening inside, it lay crumpled where I had fetched it earlier. I picked it up, my heart racing, fingers trembling as I held the slippery rubber open. Thick streaks of Darren’s precum still clung inside, glistening in the lamplight.

Shame and arousal tore through me. I slid the open end down over my cock, shuddering as the cool slickness coated me. His precum smeared along my shaft, making the condom sloppy, wet, and obscene.

I whimpered, thrusting into it, the squelch of Darren’s precum slicking my cock filling the silence. The rubber sagged and clung, humiliatingly loose, but I pumped into it all the same, rutting against his leftovers.

Sue’s knickers pressed to my face, the sheets bunched beneath me, Darren’s condom sloppy around my cock — I couldn’t hold back. My hips jerked and I spilled again, spurting into the wet rubber, my cum mixing with his precum, sloppy and leaking back down over me.

Panting, dizzy, humiliated, I slumped back against the headboard, the used condom sliding down my shaft, dripping onto the sheets. My cock twitched weakly, already softening in its sticky mess.

Even as I hovered on the edge of sleep, my mind raced with the night’s events. Almost without thought, my hand reached for the condom once more. It was as though I’d lost control: I held it above my face, licking at the slick rim, imagining Sue’s pussy settling down on me, her juices dripping onto my tongue. My shame deepened as I turned it over, pressed my fingers against the tip, and pushed, inverting it until it was inside out, heavy and sloppy. I brought it to my lips and sucked, filling my mouth just as Darren had when Sue guided him into me.

To my own disgrace, my mind drifted off like that, the rubber tang clinging to my tongue, the image of his cum-dripping cock in my mouth burned into my mind. And through the haze of exhaustion, I felt a surge of eager anticipation: tomorrow Sue would return, her pussy full of Darren’s seed — and I would be waiting, eager yet secretly hoping she’d play to my submissive side, not merely allowing me to lick her clean but climbing onto my face, pressing herself down and forcing me to taste him from her. I could already imagine her voice, breathless and triumphant, as she told me all about how great Darren had been — how his thick cock had finally pushed her over the edge, how she’d cum hard in his arms, over and over, the way she hadn’t with me in all these years.

And while she spoke, her wetness dripping into my mouth, my cock would be there between my thighs like a small, humiliating flag of surrender — hard and straining, a raised banner signalling my acceptance of what we’d become. Deep inside, I’d be hoping that once I’d reclaimed her with my tongue, she might in turn reclaim me — sliding down onto my cock for the sloppiest, thirds, fourths… letting me feel at last what a truly satisfied pussy feels like. I chuckled at myself, at the thought of whether she would be as loose as his discarded condom.

They wouldn’t be contemplating sleep right now. They would be fucking — eagerly, without distraction, giving everything to each other — and hopefully Sue, at last, achieving the orgasms she craved. The thought cut me to the quick, stinging and arousing in equal measure.

And then, when their frenzy was spent, they would prepare to drift into sleep together: Sue still flushed from her climaxes, curling into Darren’s chest, his arms holding her close, his cock soft but heavy against her thigh. Before sleep claimed them, I imagined them sharing another slow, lingering kiss — the same kind I had seen earlier, one that somehow struck me as more intimate, more tender, than even their wildest coupling.

Once more, I reverted back into myself, the way I always did when the bed was empty beside me — slipping into a fantasy of what I couldn’t see but could all too vividly imagine. My mind painted the scene for me in unbearable detail, cruel and intoxicating: her moans, his weight, their breath mingling as though the world outside their bed had ceased to exist.

I pictured her sighing contentedly into his mouth, then settling against him, whispering in the dark. I could almost hear it — her low voice confessing how good he felt inside her, how he gave her orgasms she had missed for years, how much she wanted him again. And then, almost conspiratorial, her lips brushing his ear as she asked the question I dreaded: “And what about him? Did it bother you when he took you in his mouth?”

In my mind I imagined Darren pausing, then murmuring something low, perhaps even a quiet chuckle. “Strange at first,” I thought I heard him say, “but he wanted it — needed it. He’s no threat to me, Sue. He’s just there on the edges, watching, while what you and I share is raw and real. If it makes you happy, I don’t mind. He can have his place, and we can have ours. But to really give you what you deserve — to really pleasure each other — we’ll need time alone. At least for now, until we can both fully cope with the… dynamic.”

Her soft laugh followed, warm and approving, the sound cutting through me like a blade wrapped in silk. And then, in the dark, I pictured her whispering back, lips brushing his ear: “Yes… he’s mine, and I’ll always return to him. But my body…” — a small sigh — “…my body is yours. And for you to give me everything, we need time just for us. No eyes on us, no distractions — at least for now. But maybe, with time, you’ll see what I see. The way he opened for you already… when he took you in his mouth. That other side of him. Perhaps one day, you’ll let him show it to you more.”

In my imagination, Darren went still for a moment, then gave a quiet, surprised laugh — not cruel, but edged with disbelief. He said nothing at first, and the silence seemed to stretch, weighted and thoughtful, as if he were considering it. Then, at last, I pictured his voice, low and rough: “Maybe. We’ll see.”

I lay alone in my room with that imagined exchange echoing in my head — a secret confession that somehow respected our marriage even as it stripped me bare, leaving me humiliated, aroused, and aching for her return.

My mind spun with it, seeing them tangled together while I lay alone in the cold, wet sheets — my only company her scent, his discarded condom, and the sticky ache of my own release. Even in my shame, my chest throbbed with longing — for her happiness, for the intensity of what I had witnessed, for the promise of what tomorrow might bring.

And with that swirl of humiliation and arousal in my head, my eyes closed. I drifted into uneasy sleep, haunted by the imagined rhythm of their bodies in the room just down the hall.