Katie sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wearing one of my favorite silk robes—the deep red one that clung to her curves like it was made for temptation. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap, and even though the room was warm, she had goosebumps trailing down her thighs.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” I said gently, standing across the room, giving her space. “We stop the second you say so.”

She looked up at me with those stormy eyes, uncertain but burning. “I want to… I do. I just… I’ve never even thought about something like this before you brought it up.”

“I know,” I said, stepping closer. I touched her cheek, tilting her face up to mine. “That’s why it turns me on so much. The thought of sharing you, my beautiful, innocent Katie, with someone else, for the first time. Watching you give in. Trusting me to guide you through it.”

Her breath caught a little. I could see it then, the flicker of heat, just under the nerves. She wanted to be wanted. She wanted to be desired so much that it pushed past her doubts.

“When does he get here?” she asked softly, eyes locked on mine.

I smiled. “He’s already downstairs.”

She stiffened. “You invited him over already?”

“I told him we’d only call him up if you were ready. He’s waiting. If you want to meet him, we do it together. If not, I’ll send him home and we pretend it never happened.”

Katie stood slowly, walking over to me. Her robe fell open just enough to tease with a glimpse of lace underneath. “You’ll stay with me the whole time?”

“I won’t leave your side,” I said. “Unless you tell me to.”

She took a deep breath, and then nodded.

That was all I needed.

I kissed her deeply, slowly, grounding her in my touch. When I pulled away, her lips were already parted, her body softening against mine. I turned, went to the stairs, and called down, “She’s ready.”

Katie stood by the bed, eyes wide as the man stepped into the room. Tall, confident, early 40s; he carried himself like he knew exactly what this was, exactly what she needed. I’d told him everything: it was her first time, she was nervous, and this was about her.

“This is Jake,” I said, placing a hand gently on the small of her back. “Jake, this is my wife, Katie.”

“Hi,” she breathed, barely above a whisper.

Jake didn’t speak at first. He just smiled, slow and assured, eyes drinking her in. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

I felt her body react. Just a twitch. A small inhale. But it was there.

I stepped behind her, letting my hands slide around her waist as I whispered in her ear. “You’re allowed to want this. You’re allowed to let go.”

She leaned back into me slightly, her body warm and uncertain, but I could already feel the shift.

I untied the knot of her robe, letting it fall open. Jake’s eyes followed the silk as it slid off her shoulders and pooled to the floor. She stood there in a barely-there black lace bra and panties, her skin flushed.

Jake stepped forward slowly. “Can I touch you?” he asked.

She looked at me. I nodded, letting my hands trail down her sides. “Only if you say yes.”

“Yes,” she said quietly, eyes fixed on mine.

Jake’s fingers brushed her arm first. Light. Testing. When she didn’t pull away, his hand slid down to her hip. He took his time, tracing her waist, her stomach, and then up, cupping her breast gently through the lace.

Her lips parted, a small gasp escaping her.

I moved around to her front and kissed her softly, deeply. While I kissed her, Jake’s hands explored more freely, down her back and across her thighs, making her tremble with every new touch. My hand joined his on her body, the two of us now working in sync, slowly breaking down her hesitation with every stroke, every whisper.

“Lie down,” I said gently. She obeyed, lying back on the bed, her hair spilling across the pillows like a halo.

Jake knelt between her legs, spreading them slowly, reverently. “You’re soaked,” he murmured, a hint of surprise and satisfaction in his voice. “You do want this.”

She looked dazed, pupils wide. “Yes…”

I knelt beside her, kissing her neck, whispering in her ear as Jake slid her panties down. “Let him taste you, baby. Let him feel what I get to have all the time.”

Her breath hitched as Jake leaned in, tongue exploring her slowly, deliberately. She moaned, softly at first, then louder. Her hips began to move, her hands gripping the sheets, one foot pressing against my thigh.

I watched, hard as stone, as Jake made her come undone with his mouth. Her first orgasm hit fast, surprising her, making her cry out. Her body arched, trembling.

I kissed her deeply as she came down, stroking her hair. “You’re doing so good,” I murmured. “You want more?”

She nodded, a little shaky. “Yes. Please.”

Jake stood, unzipping, revealing himself, hard, thick, and ready. Katie’s eyes widened a bit at the sight. I held her close and whispered, “I’ll be right here. Just focus on the pleasure.”

She spread her legs again, willingly this time, and Jake positioned himself at her entrance. He eased in slowly, watching her face, letting her feel every inch.

Her mouth fell open. “Oh… god…”

I kissed her while he started moving—slowly at first, then deeper, more deliberate. Her hands gripped my arms, clinging to me as he filled her over and over, and I whispered encouragement between kisses: “You’re so sexy like this… letting me watch you be taken… letting go completely.”

Her second orgasm built fast and intense. She cried out my name as she came, her body trembling under both our hands. Jake kept moving, letting her ride the wave, until I saw her slip into that place of pure surrender.

Later, when I finally joined in with her between us, spent and glowing, I saw a new fire in her eyes.

She had given in. She had trusted. And she had loved it.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, soft and golden, warming the sheets where Katie should’ve been.

I reached out lazily, expecting to find her curled beside me, but my hand met nothing but empty space and cool linen. My brows furrowed. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and that’s when I heard it—soft, breathy moaning, coming from down the hall.

The spare room.

My pulse quickened. I slid out of bed, still naked from the night before, and padded quietly toward the door. The sound grew clearer—wet, rhythmic, unmistakably sexual. Katie’s voice, breathless and hungry. A low male groan in response.

I pushed the door open just a crack; and stopped.

There she was, on top of Jake, tangled in a perfect 69. Her thighs were straddled over his face, her hips rocking slowly while his tongue worked her folds. But it was what she was doing that made my cock twitch instantly.

Katie had his length in her mouth, lips wrapped around him, bobbing up and down in a slow, eager rhythm. Her hair was a mess of waves falling over his thighs, and every moan she made sent vibrations through him.

She didn’t know I was there.

Neither of them did.

I watched for a moment, mesmerized. My wife—shy, hesitant Katie—sucking another man’s cock like she’d been craving it all night. Her ass was up in the air, glistening, inviting. And the best part? She looked like she was loving every second of it.

I stepped in quietly, stroking myself as I approached.

When I knelt behind her and ran my hand along the curve of her ass, she gasped but didn’t stop.

“Katie,” I growled softly, my voice thick with lust. “You didn’t wait for me?”

She turned her head just slightly, eyes meeting mine, half-guilty, half-drunk on pleasure. “I… I woke up needy…”

I pressed the head of my cock against her tight, slick entrance, the one place I hadn’t taken the night before. She stiffened, surprised.

“You wanted more?” I murmured, leaning over her, teasing her rim. “You’re gonna get all of me now.”

And with that, I pushed in—slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch as I filled her ass. She moaned around Jake’s cock, her body stretching to take me. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, hot, perfect.

I gripped her hips and started to move, watching as she squirmed between us, caught in the middle of everything she’d once been scared to try. She was devouring Jake, her moans muffled by his cock, while I thrust deeper, harder, gripping her tighter with every movement.

She was ours now; lost in it, loving it.

And we weren’t going to stop until she was ruined all over again.