Rick had always known Carrie was the kind of woman who turned heads. At thirty-five, she still had the toned body of her college cheerleading days, with soft curves in all the right places; full breasts, a narrow waist, and an ass that looked incredible in anything tight. But it was her confidence that really did it: the way she walked, the playful glint in her brown eyes, the subtle smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing to the men around her.

Their marriage had been solid for twelve years, passionate in its own way, but over the last couple Rick had felt a growing hunger for something more. It started as fantasy whispered in the dark after sex; Carrie on her knees for another man while Rick watched, stroking himself, helpless and harder than he’d ever been. At first, when he told her, she’d laughed it off.  But curiosity turned to intrigue, and intrigue turned to late-night conversations that left them both breathless and fucking like newlyweds.

The turning point had happened six months earlier, in the parking lot of a quiet Italian restaurant after a date night. They’d had too much wine, and Carrie had slid over the console in the front seat of Rick’s SUV, unzipping him with a wicked grin. She’d taken him deep into her mouth right there under the dim streetlights, moaning softly around his cock while he gripped her hair. It was quick, intense, and when he came, she swallowed every drop, licking her lips like it was the best dessert she’d ever tasted.

What neither of them knew was that someone had been watching from a nearby truck.

They’d decided to make the fantasy real. Nothing crazy, just meeting a guy for drinks, flirting, seeing if the chemistry sparked. If it did, maybe invite him home. Oral only for the first time. Boundaries. Safety. But the idea alone had Rick waking up hard for weeks.

One Friday night, they dressed for the occasion. Carrie chose a sleeveless black dress that hugged her body and ended mid-thigh, sheer black nylons with a delicate seam up the back, a lacy garter belt, and matching black panties she deliberately put on over the garters, something with easy access, in case the right person was found.  Four-inch heels completed the look. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her makeup was subtle but sultry: red lips and smoky eyes. Rick wore dark jeans and a fitted button-down that showed off the gym work he’d been putting in. He felt electric just looking at her.

The bar was upscale but not pretentious, with low lighting, soft jazz in the background, and couples and small groups scattered around high-top tables. They found seats at the bar and ordered drinks, a whiskey neat for Rick and a cosmopolitan for Carrie. She crossed her legs, the hem of her dress riding just high enough to flash the lace tops of her stockings. Rick’s pulse quickened; she knew exactly what she was doing.

That’s when he noticed the guy two stools down.

Mid-thirties, tall, broad-shouldered, with a trimmed beard and dark hair just starting to gray at the temples. He wore a charcoal shirt open at the collar, revealing a hint of chest hair. Confident without being arrogant. He’d been glancing their way for a few minutes, and when Carrie laughed at something Rick said, the stranger’s eyes lingered on her legs.  Carrie noticed too. She leaned in close to Rick, her lips brushing his ear. “He’s checking me out.”

Rick’s cock twitched. “You like it?”

She bit her lip and nodded almost imperceptibly. “What do you think?”

Rick met the man’s gaze and gave a small nod. The stranger smiled and slid over one stool.

“Mind if I join you?” His voice was deep, warm. “I’m Joe.”

They introduced themselves, and conversation flowed effortlessly. Joe was semi-retired and had sold a tech consulting firm a few years earlier and now spent his time traveling, playing tennis, and enjoying the finer things. He had a dry wit and a way of listening that made you feel like the most interesting person in the room. His eyes kept drifting to Carrie’s legs, her smile, the way she toyed with the stem of her glass, but never in a crude way, instead it was more like a connoisseur admiring a beautiful work of art.

Carrie played along perfectly: leaning forward just enough to give him a view down her dress, recrossing her legs slowly so the nylon whispered against itself.

After the second round, Joe leaned in. “You two have incredible energy together. Married long?”

“Twelve years,” Rick said.

“And still looking at each other like that?” Joe grinned. “Lucky man.”

Carrie’s hand found Rick’s thigh under the bar. “We like to keep things… interesting.”

Joe’s eyes darkened slightly. “I can respect that.”

Rick felt the heat building in his chest. This was it, the moment of truth; was this the guy to potentially have a fun evening with? He glanced at Carrie; she gave the tiniest nod.

“We’re heading home soon,” Rick said casually. “Care to join us for one more drink?”

Joe didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that.”

The drive home was charged with silence. Joe followed in his truck. Carrie sat close to Rick, her hand resting high on his thigh, fingers tracing slow circles. “You okay?” she whispered.

“More than okay,” he said, voice rough. “You?”

She smiled, eyes bright. “I’m soaked already.”

They led Joe inside and poured whiskey in the living room. Carrie kicked off her heels but kept the nylons and dress on as she knew how much Rick loved the look. They sat on the couch: Rick in the armchair across from them, Carrie and Joe side by side.

Conversation slowed. Carrie turned toward Joe, tucking one leg beneath her, the dress riding higher. Joe’s gaze dropped to her thighs, then back to her eyes.

“You have beautiful legs,” he said quietly.

Carrie smiled. “Rick loves them in nylons.”

Joe glanced at Rick. “I can see why.”

Rick’s heart hammered. He nodded. “Go ahead.”

Joe didn’t need more encouragement. He reached out, resting a hand on Carrie’s knee. She inhaled softly as his fingers traced the smooth nylon, sliding slowly upward. Carrie’s eyes flicked to Rick, checking in and teasing, noticing him loving this.

Joe leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft at first, testing the waters. Carrie sighed into it, her lips parting. Joe deepened the kiss, his tongue now sliding against hers, and Carrie responded eagerly, one hand coming up to cup the back of his neck. Rick watched, transfixed, as their mouths moved together, the soft sounds of kissing filling the room. He felt his cock harden instantly, straining against his jeans.

Joe’s hand continued its journey up Carrie’s thigh, pushing under the hem of her dress. She shifted, spreading her legs slightly, inviting more of his touch. Joe’s other hand slid behind her back, pulling her closer. Carrie moaned quietly into his mouth.

Rick sat frozen, pulse racing, afraid to move and break the spell. This was really happening; his beautiful wife making out with another man on their couch while he watched.

Joe pulled back just enough to look at Rick, then at Carrie. She took his hand and placed it higher on her thigh, right at the lace edge of her stocking.

Joe’s voice was low, almost commanding the room. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

Rick nodded, throat dry. They stood, and he and Joe both offered hands to help Carrie up. She smiled, taking one in each of hers, and led the way.

Joe followed close behind her on the stairs, eyes fixed on the sway of her hips, the seam running up the back of her nylons. Halfway up, Carrie glanced back over her shoulder, caught Joe staring, and with a playful grin reached back and lifted the hem of her dress, flashing the lacy black panties and the garters framing her perfect ass.

Joe groaned softly. “Jesus.”

Rick’s cock throbbed. He could smell her arousal now, the faint but unmistakable scent, growing stronger with every step.

In the bedroom, soft lamplight cast warm shadows. Rick took the spot in the armchair beside the bed, the one they’d jokingly called “the watcher’s throne” during their fantasy talks and planning.

Joe turned to him. “Carry on?”

Rick swallowed hard and nodded. “Please.”

Joe pulled Carrie into his arms and kissed her again, deeper this time, more urgent. She melted against him, her hands eagerly roaming over his chest and back. Joe’s hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing through the thin fabric of her dress. Carrie pressed closer, and Rick could see the growing bulge in Joe’s pants pressing against her.

Joe’s fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. Slowly, and deliberately, he pulled it down; the sound was loud in the quiet room and almost echoed off the walls. Carrie’s breath hitched as he slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall in a soft puddle at her feet.

She stood there in just her black lace bra, garter belt, nylons, and her panties, which were visibly damp at the crotch. Joe stepped back to admire her, eyes raking over every inch.

“Goddamn,” he murmured. “You’re stunning.”

Carrie smiled, cheeks flushed, and glanced at Rick. He was already hard as steel, one hand unconsciously palming himself through his jeans. She bit her lip at the sight.

Joe turned her around slowly, rubbing his still-clothed cock against her ass as he unhooked her bra. Carrie let it fall, revealing full, firm breasts with stiff pink nipples. Joe’s hands came around to cup them, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks. She arched into his touch with a soft moan.

Rick’s mouth went dry. His wife, who was naked except for a garter, nylons, and those soaked panties, was being felt up by another man while he watched. It was better than any fantasy that he ever had.

Joe spun her back to face him and kissed her hard, her wide eyes from the spin shutting as she gave into the kiss. One of Joe’s hands slid down to cup her mound through the lace before Carrie gasped into his mouth, her hips rocking forward instinctively.

Then Joe looked at Rick again, eyes dark with lust. “She’s ready,” he said simply.

Carrie’s gaze locked on her husband. “Tell us what you want, baby.”

Rick’s voice came out hoarse. “Kiss him. Let him have you. This is what I want to see, Carrie. Be free with him.”

Joe grinned and guided her to the edge of the bed, sitting her down so her face was level with his belt.

Joe stood before Carrie, tall and unhurried, as she sat on the edge of the bed. The soft light from the lamp caught the silver in his neatly styled hair and the trimmed beard that framed a strong jaw. At fifty-six, he carried himself with the easy confidence of a man who had long ago stopped rushing anything worth enjoying.

He kicked off his leather loafers, then reached for the buttons of his charcoal shirt, undoing them one by one with deliberate slowness. Carrie watched, transfixed, her breath shallow with anticipation. When the shirt parted, she let out a quiet, appreciative hum, the taboo nature of an older man exciting her. His chest was broad, dusted with silvered hair that tapered down a still-firm stomach, the evidence of disciplined mornings on the tennis court and long runs along the lake. Deep laugh lines and the faint crow’s feet at his hazel eyes only made him more attractive, like a man who had lived well and knew it.

Carrie reached up, brushing his hands aside, and finished the last few buttons herself. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting her palms glide over warm skin and coarse hair. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his chest, tasting salt and a hint of expensive cologne. She kissed slowly across it, lingered at one flat nipple, then the other, grazing them gently with her teeth.

Carrie’s hands dropped to his belt. She unbuckled it slowly, eyes flicking up to meet him, then to Rick in the chair. Rick had his cock out now, stroking himself through the open zipper of his jeans; he was making slow, deliberate pulls with his eyes locked on his wife as she was worshipping another man’s body.

The belt came free. Carrie tugged the zipper down, and Joe’s cock sprang out, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. It brushed her cheek as it emerged, leaving a glistening trail. She let out a small, delighted laugh, then looked back at Rick again, half checking in and half teasing him with that wicked smile he loved.

Joe took a half-step closer. “Go on, please,” he murmured.

Carrie leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin as she inhaled his musky scent.  It was clean and masculine, with a hint of arousal that made her own pussy clench. She started slow, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the underside of his shaft, working her way from the base up to the swollen head. Her tongue darted out to trace the prominent vein that pulsed under her touch, savoring the salty tang of his skin.

When she reached the tip, a fresh bead of precum welled up. Carrie’s eyes locked onto Joe’s as she extended her tongue, flat and wide, and lapped it up in one deliberate swipe. The taste exploded on her tongue, slightly bitter but addictive. She hummed in appreciation, the vibration traveling straight through Joe’s cock, making him twitch in her grip.

“Fuck, Carrie…” Joe breathed as his fingers flexed in her hair.

Encouraged, she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling lazy circles around the ridge. She took him deeper inch by inch, relaxing her throat to accommodate his thickness. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed, setting a rhythm that had Joe’s hips rocking subtly forward. Saliva mixed with precum, making him slick and shiny as she pulled back, only to dive down again, taking him to the hilt until her nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base.

Rick watched every second, his own hand moving in sync with her motions.  He moved slowly when she teased, faster when she deepthroated. He’d always loved receiving Carrie’s blowjobs; she was enthusiastic, skilled, never just going through the motions. But seeing her like this, eyes watering slightly from the effort, lips stretched wide around another man’s cock was intoxicating. Her free hand cupped Joe’s smooth balls, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to draw a low growl from his throat.

She pulled off with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. “You taste so good,” she murmured, voice husky, before diving back in. This time, she focused on the head, sucking hard like it was a lollipop, while her hand stroked the shaft in twisting motions. Joe’s precum flowed freely now, coating her tongue, and she swallowed it down greedily, making sure Rick could see every swallow.

Joe let her play for another minute, his breathing ragged, before gently pulling her off. “My turn.”

He eased her back onto the bed, guiding her legs apart. The panties were soaked through, clinging to her lips. Joe hooked his fingers under the waistband and drew them down slowly, revealing her trimmed bush and glistening pink folds. He inhaled deeply, eyes closing for a second.

“Christ, you smell good.”

Carrie shivered as the cool air hit her. Joe tossed the panties aside and dropped to his knees between her thighs. He ran his hands up her nyloned legs, thumbs tracing the lace tops of her stockings, then higher. He pressed her thighs wider, draping her legs over his shoulders so the silky nylon brushed his skin.

Rick leaned forward in the chair, gripping his cock tightly to keep from coming too soon. He’d gone down on Carrie hundreds of times, but watching someone else do it, sitting and watching Joe’s bearded face lower toward her pussy, was something else entirely.

Joe started slowly, kissing along the crease where thigh met body, teasing her with soft licks along the edges of her lips. Carrie whimpered, hips lifting toward his mouth. He smiled against her skin, then finally dragged his tongue up her center in one long, deliberate stroke.

Carrie’s back arched. “Oh fuck…”

Joe groaned into her; the sound of his groan was muffled as he buried his face deeper. His tongue swirled around her clit, then dipped lower to fully taste her. Carrie’s hands flew to his head, and her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Rick watched, mesmerized, as Joe worked her expertly, seeing him flattening his tongue for broad strokes, then flicking just the tip against her swollen clit. Carrie’s moans grew louder and more desperate. Her eyes found Rick’s across the room, wide and glassy with pleasure.

“He’s… oh god, Rick… he’s so much better at this…”

The words hit Rick like a punch to the gut and a jolt straight to his cock at the same time. He stroked faster, biting his lip to stifle a groan.

Joe slid two long fingers inside her slowly yet easily, curling them upward. Carrie cried out, hips bucking as he found her G-spot immediately and expertly. He sucked her clit hard, fingers pumping steadily, and within seconds she was cumming hard, her thighs clamping around his head with her nylons sliding against his shoulders as she ground against his face.

Joe didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept fingering her through the first orgasm and straight into a second. Carrie’s cries turned into breathless sobs of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably. When she finally collapsed back, panting, Joe’s beard was soaked, his lips shiny with her.

He looked up at her, then at Rick. “She cums so beautifully.”

Carrie laughed weakly, still catching her breath. “More… please…”

Joe rose up on his knees, cock jutting out hard and wet from her mouth earlier. He rubbed the head along her slick folds, teasing her entrance. Carrie’s hips lifted instinctively, trying to take him in.

Rick’s heart slammed against his ribs as he saw her wanting more. They’d agreed on oral only this first time. But seeing her like this, desperate for it, made him desire her getting everything she craved.

Joe looked at Rick, waiting.

Carrie reached down, fingers circling Joe’s cock, guiding him closer. She looked at her husband, too, eyes pleading.

Rick opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Joe leaned down and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. When he pulled back, he said quietly, “Next time, beautiful. We’ll give him everything he wants to see.”

Carrie whimpered, but nodded, understanding.

Joe straightened up, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at her spread out before him; her body flushed from pleasure, trembling and still in those garters and nylons. “Open that pretty mouth again, Carrie.”

She did, eagerly. Joe fed his cock back between her lips, groaning as she sucked him deep. But this time, Carrie was determined to make it unforgettable. Fresh from her orgasms, her body buzzed with aftershocks, and she poured every ounce of pent-up desire into it.

She started again with long and slow strokes with her head bobbing rhythmically as she took him to the back of her throat.  She held him there, moaning softly around him to massage his length. Joe’s knees nearly buckled, his hands gripping her shoulders for support. “Holy shit… yeah, just like that.”

Carrie pulled back, gasping for air, and focused on the head of his cock again.  She began sucking hard, allowing her tongue to press flat against the underside of his shaft while she twisted her hand around the base. She alternated speeds: fast and shallow to build tension, then deep and slow to savor him. Her other hand returned to his balls, kneading them gently, feeling them tighten under her touch.

Spit drooled down her chin as she continued to suck on his cock, occasionally slurping it back into her mouth.  Her eyes stayed focused on Joe through it all, but she didn’t care how hungry she looked; if anything, it made her hotter, knowing Rick was seeing her messy and uninhibited while she was lost in this sexy act. She glanced at him sideways, her eyes locking onto his as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, the wet slurping sounds filling the room.

Rick was edging now, his strokes deliberate and teasing, matching her pace. The sight of Carrie’s red lips wrapped around Joe’s thicker cock, her auburn hair falling across her face as she worked him, and an occasional tucking of it behind her ear to give him a better view was pushing him to the brink.

Joe’s breathing turned ragged, his hips thrusting shallowly into her mouth. “Carrie… I’m close…”

She doubled down, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing fully now. One hand slid back further, her fingers teasing the skin behind his balls, applying just enough pressure to heighten everything. Joe groaned loudly and unrestrained, before his cock began swelling on her tongue.

Rick couldn’t hold back anymore. The sight of his wife sucking Joe, and Joe almost ready to erupt from it, was too much. His cock pulsed in his fist, and he came, allowing ropes of cum to splatter across his shirt and stomach, his eyes never leaving the bed.

Joe watched Rick come, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That’s it… look at him, Carrie. Look what you’re doing to your husband.”

Carrie moaned around Joe’s cock, her own fingers moving faster. She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Come in my mouth… please…” before diving back in, sucking with a renewed focus and energy.  Her head bobbing became faster and wetter while her hand began pumping the base in perfect sync.

Joe’s hips stuttered. He gripped her hair gently and thrust deeper twice and then held himself there as he came, groaning low and long. Thick spurts filled her mouth, coating her tongue.  Carrie swallowed greedily, her throat working around him, taking every drop without spilling a drop.

When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, a thin string of cum connected her lips to his softening cock for a moment before breaking. She licked her lips clean as she smiled up at Joe, savoring the taste before then looking over at Rick, who was still breathing hard, cum cooling on his skin.

Joe sat back on the bed, watching with lazy satisfaction. “Go clean him up, baby.”

Carrie slid off the bed on shaky legs and crossed to Rick. She knelt between his knees, her face still flushed, lips swollen. Without a word, she leaned in and began licking the cum from his shirt and even his chin where a drop had landed. Rick shuddered, oversensitive, as her warm tongue cleaned him thoroughly.

When she finished, she crawled up into his lap, kissing him deeply, letting him taste both Joe and himself on her tongue. Rick wrapped his arms around her in ecstasy, holding her close, his cock already stirring again against her thigh.

Joe watched them, still naked, his hand idly stroking himself as he took in the view of Carrie’s ass and soaked pussy from behind.

Both Carrie and Rick turned their heads toward him at the same moment and smiled.

Joe watched as he caught his breath, his eyes heavy but sharp as he watched Carrie finish licking the last traces of Rick’s release from his skin, and then both turned to smile at him. The room smelled thickly of sex, a mixture of Carrie’s arousal, Joe’s musk, and the faint salt of cum. The only sounds were soft breathing and the occasional creak of the chair as Carrie shifted in Rick’s lap.  He smiled as he continued to watch them both, taking steps toward them both, sitting there, wanting to get a closer look at Carrie in his post-sex mind.

Carrie nuzzled into Rick’s neck, her nylon-clad legs draped over his thighs.  Rick held her close, one hand stroking her back, the other resting possessively on the curve of her ass. His cock, half-hard again already, pressed against the damp heat between her legs. He could feel how swollen and slick she still was.

Joe broke the silence first, voice low and satisfied. “You two are something else.”

Carrie lifted her head, turning to look at him over her shoulder. A slow, sated smile spread across her swollen lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Rick chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Understatement of the night.”

Joe was now standing right beside them both, looking down at them, his gaze traveling along Carrie’s body, admiring the way the garter belt framed her hips, how the sheer black nylons were still held perfectly in place, and the faint red marks on her inner thighs where his beard had rubbed. He smiled before he murmured, “Next time… no limits, if you allow me.”

Carrie’s breath caught. She glanced at Rick, searching his face. They’d talked about this, but hearing it said out loud, after everything that had just happened, made it suddenly feel real.

Rick met her eyes. He could see the question there, the excitement, the tiny flicker of nerves. His own heart was pounding again, but not from jealousy but, rather, from anticipation.

Rick felt Carrie shudder in his arms, felt her hips rock forward involuntarily against his stirring cock. He groaned softly, kissing the side of her neck.

Carrie let out a shaky laugh. “God, you two are going to ruin me.”

“That’s the plan,” Joe said, winking at her.

They stayed like that for a while, talking quietly, trading soft touches and lingering kisses. Joe told them how he’d first noticed them months ago, how he’d watched Carrie blow Rick in the parking lot after dinner one night, hidden in the shadows of his truck. How he’d jerked off right there, coming hard against their car window without them ever knowing.

Rick’s eyes widened at the confession, but the shock only fueled the heat pooling in his gut again. Carrie laughed in delight, calling Joe a “naughty voyeur,” and admitted she’d wondered why the window had been streaked the next morning.

Eventually, clothes were gathered. Joe dressed slowly, stealing kisses from Carrie every time he passed her. Rick watched, content, his arm around his wife’s waist as she leaned into him, still in nothing but garter and nylons, with a satisfied glow on her face.

At the door, Joe pulled Carrie in for one last deep kiss, one that was slow, possessive, and a promise of more. Then he shook Rick’s hand firmly, their eyes meeting in mutual respect and shared hunger.

“Text me,” Joe said simply. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Carrie closed the door behind him and turned to Rick, her back against it. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the weight of what they’d done settling over them like a warm blanket.

Rick stepped forward, cupping her face. “You okay?”

She nodded, eyes shining. “More than okay. That was…” She searched for the word. “Perfect.”

He kissed her then, soft at first, then deeper, tasting Joe on her tongue and loving it. His mind, racing and causing arousal once more from the erotic thoughts of what would come.  When they broke apart, she rested her forehead against his.

“I want him again,” she whispered. “I want you to watch him fuck me. All of it.”

Rick’s cock twitched against her thigh. “Soon,” he promised, voice rough. “Very soon.”

They made their way back upstairs, leaving the lights low. Carrie peeled off the garters and nylons slowly, teasingly, while Rick watched from the bed. When she finally crawled in beside him, naked and warm, he pulled her close.

As they drifted toward sleep, tangled together, one thought echoed in both their minds:

Next time, there would be no holding back.