I woke up, at first confused as to why until I heard a loud moan from the spare bedroom. Eyes still closed, I reached over to where my wife normally sleeps next to me but found only a lingering warmth. A flash of jealousy spiked though me as my mind jolted awake, but the memory of the previous evening quickly returned, helping most of the jealousy subside. More moans followed, louder and louder, loud enough I wondered if they were meant to be heard.

My wife was with an old lover, clearly enjoying him I thought as I heard another loud moan and the bed squeaking. I wondered what they were doing. From the intensity of her moans, I guessed he was either licking her or fucking her just the right way. I imagined the scene in my head, wondering how she was positioned, how he was touching her, how she was touching him. I had never imagined myself lying in bed alone listening to my wife fuck another man. The road leading here was also one we hadn’t imagined, and by the time these opportunities came to be with others, we both were ready to jump at it. My chance when a missed connection showed up, and hers when an ex reached out to reconnect. This ex in fact.

I heard regular sounds now coming through the wall. "They must be fucking," I thought, imagining her on top of him sliding herself against him while he reached up and held her breast. His other hand sliding along her side, squeezing her waist and hip, pulling her onto him. His hand sliding down her stomach, his thumb reaching down to her clit. I began stroking myself as I imagined what they might be doing, trying to match my imagination to the sounds I was hearing. A cry rang out from the other room as she climaxed, followed very shortly by a loud moan from him as he followed her into his own release. My dick was fully hard, my hand clenched around it as I listened, the sounds going quiet, then moments later a few more squeaks as one of them climbed off the other. I'd obviously slept through much of the action I observed with a wry smile.

I kept lightly touching myself under the covers, and briefly wondered if I should get myself off or if she was coming back when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened and a small bit of light from the hall let us see each other, highlighting the silhouette of her wonderful shape against the warm glow. The glint of sweat on her neck and shoulders slightly visible. Our eyes met, and hers widened as if surprised I was awake to 'catch' her, then crinkled with mischief as her small smile was replaced by one more knowing and confident.

From the door she asked "Did you like hearing me getting off? Did you enjoy listening to us fuck and imagining what we were doing?” knowing exactly how I think, then she walked into the room and climbed into bed next to me. She stretched her body against mine, her hand moving from my chest, down my stomach and lower. "Oh yes you did" she confirmed as her hand wrapped around me.

I felt her lips on my shoulder and neck and turned my face to kiss her. Her mouth was warm and soft, her lips stretched and relaxed and I instantly knew she had his dick in her mouth not long before. "His dick felt so good in my mouth" she mumbled, reading my mind again. She then kissed me harder as her tongue pushed into my mouth insistently. We continued for a few minutes, her hand stroking me, our bodies pressed against each other as our lips and tongues expressed our desire without the need for words.

After a few moments she pushed away, rolling over with a very mischievous smile. "I'm so messy dear, before we take care of that,” squeezing me hard in her hand, “you'd better make me nice and clean." She then gave me one last squeeze before finally letting go of my dick that was dripping in anticipation. She pushed me down by my head and shoulders, guiding my head between her legs. Right before I could lick her, she grabbed my hair hard and stopped me. "You're going to have to clean up his mess too," then pushed my face into her, my mouth and willing tongue grinding against her pelvis. I adjusted her legs to be over my shoulders and pulled her hips towards my face, letting me drag my tongue flat and firm along the length of her lips to her clit, tasting and feeling both her and him on my tongue.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she started telling me as I licked her slowly. “I was pacing the living room when I heard him get up, so I slipped quietly down the hall and caught him leaving the bathroom naked.” As she continued talking in a low voice I explored her slowly, gently licking the sides of her lips, the cleft of her thighs and below her, tasting the product of her pleasure and his; coating her, dripping from her. “I didn’t even talk to him, I just dropped my robe and fell into his arms. I knew I should have waited for you in the morning, but his naked body looked so good, I had to feel it against mine.”

I moved back to lapping along the outside of her lips, my tongue just slightly parting them, feeling the warm and wet velvet between. “I pushed him against the wall and his hands slid around my waist and pulled us together. I could feel his dick pushing against me, so hard already and I remembered the first time I felt him, the first time I fucked him. It was such a turn on remembering the last time I enjoyed it. I led him right away to the spare room and sat him on the bed so I could kneel in front of him and take his beautiful hard dick in my mouth.”

I slid my tongue lower, tasting him stronger as his cum dripped out, I then dragged my tongue back up towards her clit slowly and firmly, then down again and back up along the length of her vulva. “After I enjoyed sucking on him, I climbed on top of him, rubbing his hard dripping head against me where you’re licking right now. Our kiss felt familiar and I needed to know if he felt as good as I remembered, so I slid him inside me inch by inch.”

I moaned at the thought of her taking him, and my tongue continued exploring between her lips; cleaning, kissing, enjoying her. “I started riding him, I tried to go slow and not make too much noise but I couldn’t stop myself. He grabbed my hips and guided me down onto him over and over again, faster until I couldn’t take it, and we came almost at the same time. He felt so hard and hot pumping himself into me. I could feel each clench and spasm as his filled me.”

The image of her grinding herself onto his hips as he pushed deeply into her and the combined taste of their juices elicited loud moans from me. The vibrations my mouth made against her caused her to grasp my hair and pull me against her harder. Her description trailed off as I continued grinding my tongue on her clit, that combined with my aroused sounds triggering another loud cry from her.

After a few moments and some more slow soft licks along her, I felt her pulling me up. "I think you've earned this," she said as she reached down and with her hand gently lined us up. I slid inside her with little resistance, the extra lubricant from her previous activities having well prepared her for me. Our lips met and our bodies curved together in sync, familiar yet wanting. One of her hands found the back of my head and buried my face into her neck as our hips moved together.

We heard a noise from the hall and she gave a small gasp, but she quickly grabbed my hip with her other hand and continued moving me in and out of her, only slower. I realized we had an audience and allowed her to set the pace, focusing on how good, how wet, how aroused she was. I felt her grinding her hips up into me at the end of each slow, long slide of our bodies together, and I knew she was remembering fucking him and bringing me into her pleasure. I complied, imagining her on top of him again, her body slowly losing control.

Her moans got louder, and I smiled knowing how much she likes being watched, another fun fantasy we've been exploring. Not long after that her body shuddered and tensed, pushing me away then pulling me against her as she rolled through an orgasm, or several, her moans now quiet and shaky, the waves almost impossible to tell when one ends and another starts, overwhelming her. Her clenching body sent me over the edge and I climaxed with her, driving my hips hard against her and emptying myself with a few strong convulsions.

We stayed like that for a few more moments, clinging to each other, then as I rolled off she said to her lingering lover in the hall, "Well since we're already sharing tonight you might as well join us, its a big bed." She moved into the middle, motioning to the other side with a smile. He walked in, still naked from their earlier encounter, glancing at me briefly with a questioning look on his face but after a nod and a welcoming smile from me he climbed in next to her. "I expect to be middle spoon,” she said as her last demand of the night, turning me away and pulling my hips against her. I felt her push harder against me as he snuggled himself against her back, and she gave a satisfied sigh. “This is nice," she mumbled as she quickly drifted off, enjoying the feel of him nestled in the curve of her ass, his hand on her hip gently pulling her back against him. Her hand on my hip pulling me back into her lap.