I know I’m a very lucky man. Years ago, when I met my wife-to-be I could see almost immediately she was the woman for me. Besides being very attractive, smart, funny and caring, I was able to fully trust her judgement (except the decision to take me on in a relationship). Neither of us have ever been jealous of each other. There is no need when you know where the other is going home at night. Again, I know… I am a very lucky man.

Starting at the very beginning of our relationship we would point out others that we found attractive or interesting. While I would point out men to my wife that I knew she’d find attractive, I could tell that the women she was pointing out she also found attractive. We talked about it one day and she agreed that she did find them attractive, but had no desire to take it beyond the looking.

On one trip out of town we were staying at a very nice hotel and decided to go down to the bar to have a night cap. The music was good, the drinks nice, and the people watching great. We had noticed one woman who was sitting a few stools down from us. She was about our age and quite attractive. By the clothing she wore you could tell she must be in town for some kind of formal business meeting. While the skirt and blazer were conservative, it did little to hide the curves that were screaming to come out. She fascinated me, and my wife was ribbing me quite badly about it. She even told me that I’d chicken out if the woman ever made an offer.

A short while later my wife excused herself to use the restroom. The lady of my fascination was already there. A short while both returned and walked up and sat on each side of me. The woman introduced herself as Rachel and said “I understand that you either have cold feet or a hot cock, which is it?”

I immediately looked at my wife, who had the grin of a Cheshire Cat. She winked at me and I turned back to Rachel. I told her that I didn’t know about either but was feeling set up. She reached inside of her blazer pocket and pulled out two pairs of panties and held them up to my nose. Anyone in the bar that happened to look over would clearly see them. My immediate response was to tell her that my feet were quite warm.

We bought a couple bottles of wine and headed up to Rachel’s suite.

When we entered the suite, my wife found a chair in the corner and sat down. Rachel gently pushed me backwards onto the living room couch and straddled my legs. She removed her blazer and I could see that under her sheer blouse she wore a very sexy lace bra. Her nipples were prominently pushing the lace forward. A hand went under my chin to raise my eyes to hers.

While looking into her eyes she said, “This is how things are going to happen tonight. While your wife sits and watches, you are going to fuck me like some whore. I expect to be left used and soiled! Are we clear?”

I glanced over at my wife. Her legs were splayed over the chair arms, her skirt raised up to her hips and a hand was probing her hole. Her eyes were totally glazed over as she stared at us.

I stood straight up and unceremoniously dropped Rachel onto the floor at my feet. Opening my slacks and pulling my stiff 8” cock out, I stared down and said, “Then suck this - whore.”

Without giving her much of a warning I pushed my cock forward and into her mouth. She quickly arranged her body under her as my cock snaked deeper and deeper into her mouth. I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of hair and began to violently fuck her mouth. I felt the back of her throat relax as the head slipped deeply inside.

Saliva ran down her face onto her blouse. I could feel my balls begin to tighten and knew this would end way too soon if I were to continue. I stood her up and ordered her to strip her clothes off, while I finished taking off what remained of my clothing. Once I was undressed, I sat back down and had her model herself before me. She turned this way and that and then bent over at her waist, revealing her swollen sex lips. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal. I pointed out how much of a whore she must be to be so wet and now proudly displayed. I heard a loud guttural moan escape from her throat.

I ordered her to mount my lap. She crawled up and knelt over the head of my cock. Her fingers sought out the bulbous head and rubbed it back and forth along her slit. Once the head was thoroughly lubed she began to drop her weight down onto my member. When the head popped inside she let out a loud gasp and her eyes widened. I took a firm hold of her hips. Without warning I lifted my cock straight up into her moist sheath, while pushing down with my hands. The air fully expelled out of her lungs and her eyes rolled back into her head. Giving her but a moment to adapt to the fullness I began to thrust up into her. Her hips started to undulate and meet my thrusts. The firm “C” cup sized breasts gave a slight jiggle. Her nipples were quite rigid and stuck out about a 1/2” inch. I lent forward and took one in my mouth to gently suck on. Her head had fallen back and a continual gurgle could be heard from deep within her chest. I could feel my balls getting wetter and wetter with her juices flowing over them.

Looking over at my wife, I could see her fingers working her pussy in a blur. She had slid further down into the chair spreading her legs out before her. She too had removed all of her clothing. Her chest was bright red and flushed. Her breathing quick and shallow. I had never seen her so aroused. She had a perfect view of Rachels ass and the point of juncture where my cock was impaled.

I pushed Rachel off of my cock onto the floor. A look of pleading written across her face. I grabbed a cushion off of the couch and laid it onto a coffee table next to my wife. I walked over to Rachel, as she laid there on the floor and I grabbed her by her hair. Lifting her up I walked her over to the small table and ordered her to lay down on her back before me. She quickly positioned herself and lewdly spread her thighs. Her pussy lips were red and angry looking. Copious amount of juices was flowing out of her hole down past the small winking rosebud. I lined my cock up and shoved it deeply into her hole. A loud scream reverberated off of the walls and I hoped someone did not call hotel security. I began to piston in and out of my whore before me.

I heard a stifled wail beside me and looking over I could see that my wife was in the throes of a very intense orgasm. Her body quaked and quivered. Her nostrils were flaring and eyelids fluttering. Then her body just slumped.

I began to thrust into Rachel for all I was worth. My balls were slapping loudly against her asshole each time I would bottom out. The head of my cock was continually bumping against her cervix trying to make way into her uterus.

Rachel’s eyes had glazed over and her head was rocking from side to side. Incoherent words were falling out of her pursed lips. Looking down at her sweet tits I could see them pointing straight at the ceiling, both firm and proud. Her chest and neck were flushed with a dark red hue.

I looked down at the point of our juncture and her pussy lips were very swollen and angry. They were spread wide to accommodate my thick cock and the inner lips were tightly sealed around me each time I’d momentarily withdraw. Her arousal had become almost a froth coating me. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer like this.

I pulled my cock out of her with a loud “plop” and demanded that she turn over onto her belly. In a daze she started to slowly drop her legs and roll over. Impatiently I grabbed a hold of her and roughly shoved her face down into the sofa cushion. I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, crossing the small of her back. Each hand grabbing the opposite elbow.

I grabbed her arms with one hand and squeezed them together while adding my weight and pinning her form to the cushion. Reaching down with my free hand I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back causing her to give out a loud gasp. As I lined my cock up to claim her sloppy hole I felt my wife’s hand guide it inside. Looking up at me, she said “Take her! Soil her for both of us.”

I shoved my cock straight into Rachel with everything I had. I felt like a rutting animal needing to breed its bitch. In and out I drove myself. I had Rachel firmly held under me and there was no escaping the onslaught my cock was giving her. Her body was continually shaking as she experienced one orgasm after another.

My wife was alongside of me, with her hand gently on my ass. She was feeling every thrust and guiding my hips. I could feel my muscles tighten in my back and shoulders. My hands tightened its grip on Rachels arms. Without warning I felt my wife’s fingernails scrap my tightened ball sac. While looking down into my wife’s eyes I saw her lips say “Claim her. Make her our bitch!”

My orgasm overtook me as I felt my seed jettison deeply into Rachels grasping hole. Again and again ropes of my semen fired off deeply into the womb before me. All I could think of was that I was breeding the bitch in heat under me. My hips continued to flex as her sheath milked me.

I fell exhausted into the chair my wife had previously been. As my ass hit the cushion I felt my cock immediately encased. My wife had swooped my deflating member into her mouth to clean it of my coupling with Rachel. She would alternate between gently sucking on it and lapping at it like a kitten at a milk bowl.

Rachel had fallen off into a gentle slumber while still laying onto the cushion. A content expression clearly on her face.

At the expense of my wife’s ministrations, my cock began to come alive. As it reached its full state, my wife went over to Rachels upturned bottom and looked at me. A mischievous look on her face, she said “Her brown eye was winking at you. I think it needs to be stabbed in the eye, don’t you?

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We have enjoyed these trysts now with about 15 different women over the last few years. My wife LOVES to watch.

By the way, it turns out Rachel lives only a short distance away and works as a lead attorney for a big law firm. While she has no time for relationships, she does stop by every 3-4 months to relieve some “stress”. We’re more than happy to help.

While my wife still has no desire for other women, she has helped/caused me to be one very luck man! What better “Wing-man…. Err woman” could you ever get?