She Was Only Going to Flirt

You wanted to watch her flirt with another man. She wasn't anywhere near as certain as you were that she'd have a good time, but your wife agreed.

She put on a beautiful dress. She did her hair and makeup like it was date night. You took her to a classy bar. You went in first and found a seat. She came in a few minutes later, smiled as she walked by you, and sat at the bar.

It took a few minutes, but guys started coming over. After all, when a beautiful woman walks into a bar without a man to accompany her, guys assume she's there to be flirted with.

From the start, you could see that your wife was thrilled by the attention. You saw her smile at each guy that came over. You saw her smile even when she gently rejected the ones she wasn't really into.

You really saw her smile when a guy came over that your wife was clearly attracted to. You saw her accept his offer to buy her a drink. You saw her laugh at something he said. You saw her brush her hair behind her ear and smile at him. You saw her reach out and gently run her fingers over his arm.

Watching was everything you wanted it to be. Your pulse raced the entire time. Your loins tingled with a growing sense of desire. It felt like a world of possibility had opened up in front of you even if she had no plans to actually step into the world of hotwifing.

Then the bar started playing slow music. People trickled on the open space reserved for dancing. He slid off his stool and offered a hand to your wife. She took it. They danced to a slow song. Their bodies were pressed together. His hands slowly moved over her back as he inched towards your wife's ass, which looked flawless in the tight dress she'd put on for her big night out.

He grabbed her ass - gently, of course - and she looked up at him and smiled. She held his gaze until he leaned in. They shared a kiss while moving to the slow dance. They'd gone beyond flirting. He grabbed her ass a little harder as they kissed and you watched your wife's lips part. You watched his tongue invade her mouth. You watched her hand move to the back of his neck and up through his hair.

After the kiss, your wife whispered something into his ear. His gaze turned towards you. He smiled. Your wife spun around in his arms. She looked at you too. She raised her hand and waved. You waved back.

He gently brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck as his hands moved to her taut stomach. She looked at you for a few moments longer and then closed her eyes and parted her lips. She was moaning. She was moaning for him.

She took his hand and led him towards you. You felt a deep sense of discomfort for a few moments and considered leaving. There was no point in that, though. You'd started this. You'd encouraged your wife to flirt with another man.

"I want to go home with him," she said.

He looked at you, smiled, and then kissed your wife's neck once more. He grasped her waist and his hands moved to her stomach and then up under her breasts. She moaned, placed her hands over his, and moved them to her tits.

"He's okay with you watching," she said. "Do you want to come to his place and watch?"

You nodded.

Your wife took his hand and walked away. They left the bar and you hurried behind them. You followed them to his car and watched as he kissed her by the passenger door. He cupped her breast once more, this time with his tongue in her mouth. Her hand moved between his legs and you watched your wife caress another man's cock in the bar parking lot. You heard her moan, too, and your dick came alive as you took her moan to mean that she was impressed with his size.

"Are you sure you want to watch?" your wife asked in the car on the drive back to his place. "Because you could just wait in the living room."

She was making it perfectly clear there was no stopping what was going to happen. She was getting fucked no matter what happened. You simply had a choice of whether or not you wanted to watch her cuckold you.

"Yes, I want to watch," you replied.

He looked at you in the rearview mirror and smiled before stopping at a red light. Your wife leaned over, kissed his neck, and reached between his legs.

"My pussy is so wet," she whispered. "Wetter than it's been in years. Wet for you."

"I'm sure you can feel how eager I am to have you," he replied. "Even more so because I get to do so while your husband watches."

She looked back at you, smiled, and asked him, "Have you ever fucked a married woman in front of her husband?"

"No," he answered. "But I can't wait to show him how much better I am."

The look of lust on your wife's face made it perfectly clear she was eager for him to demonstrate his superiority. You weren't going to announce it, but you were too.

He pulled into the underground garage of a luxury apartment building, guided the car into his space, and hopped out to open the door for your wife and offer his hand. You followed as they walked to the elevator.

The doors opened and they stepped inside before he hit the button for the top floor. Your wife smiled - he was clearly a man of some wealth - and he pulled her into his arms for a desperately passionate kiss. Her hand drifted between his legs once more - you noticed a camera in the elevator and imagined a security guard enjoying the view - and she stroked his cock through his expensive slacks while their tongues mingled as he groped her perfect ass.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped back, smiled at your wife, and took her hand. They walked into the hallway together and you followed. He put his arm around your wife and pulled her a little closer before reaching into his pocket, pulling out his keys, and unlocking his door.

They stepped inside and your wife held the door open for you while offering a naughty smile. His apartment was unlike any you'd ever seen. It was massive - bigger than your house, actually - and featured a wall of windows looking out over the city. It was those windows that captured your wife's attention and she made sure to tell her soon-to-be lover how beautiful she found them.

He only had eyes for her, though, which she noticed when she turned her attention from the windows. She smiled at his desire, and when he approached, spun her around and unzipped her dress, your wife offered no resistance. He kissed her neck while gently pushing the straps off her shoulders. He took her dress off slowly, taking a brief break to play with her tits in the red lace bra that encased them and eliciting several moans in the process.

"You're exquisite," he said once your wife's dress hit the floor.

She smiled and posed with confidence as he stepped back to drink in every inch of her.

"Your wife is exquisite," he said to you.

"I know," you replied.

He turned back to and approached your wife. They kissed before he moved behind her. One hand slipped into her bra and the other into her panties. He kissed her neck and she closed her eyes and moaned as her body seemingly melted into his eyes.

"I'm not sure you understand just how exquisite she is," he said. "I'm not sure you'd have been so eager to share her if you understood how beautiful and sexy your wife is."

She looked at you, smiled, and said, "It feels good to be desired by a man like him. He's strong, gorgeous, and obviously successful. He could have almost anyone, and he wants me, baby. I think he might be right. I think you might not appreciate what you have in me."

"I do," you replied. "I do. I really do. I just..."

"You just want someone else to have me?" she asked.

Your heart pounded and your cock felt harder than it had in years as the night took an unexpected turn as both your wife and her would-be lover seemed to be challenging you.

"Yes, that's what I want," you replied. You could have tried to end it, to tell your wife that it was all a mistake, that you wanted to be the only man that fucked her, but it wasn't true. It wasn't what you wanted. It wasn't what you craved.

She spun around in his arms and kissed him while loosening his belt. She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and they fell to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and his pants followed as your wife vigorously rubbed his cock through a tight pair of boxer briefs that showed off just how long and thick he was.

"You're so hard for me," she said.

"You're irresistible," he replied. "I want you. I've wanted you from the moment you walked into the bar."

She looked over her shoulder, smiled at you, and lowered his underwear, freeing his big cock as she said, "He finds me irresistible." She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and moaned a little before adding, "And you find the idea of letting him take me irresistible."

She made no comment about what that said about you as a man, but it certainly felt as though she implied it, particularly since she held your gaze for a few seconds more before turning back to him and once again letting her tongue mingle with his for a lengthy kiss while he hastily pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.

"God, you're gorgeous," your wife said as she released his cock and ran her hands over his muscular chest and stomach.

He reached into her panties and she moaned. You could hear her wetness from across the room and you were certain she hadn't been that turned on in a long time.

"Fuck...I need you...I need you to take me...to fuck me...to fuck me in front of my husband."

He smiled, pulled his fingers from her pussy, and took your wife's hand. He walked out of the living room and you followed. He headed down the hallway and into a large bedroom that also had a wall of glass windows that overlooked the city.

Your wife walked to the windows, pressed her hands against them, and looked over her shoulder. "This apartment always seals the deal for you, doesn't it?"

He smiled and approached her. They kissed as his cock slipped between her thighs from behind. He cupped her breasts and gently played with them.

"The apartment doesn't hurt," he said.

"How many women have you fucked up against the windows?" she asked.

"A gentleman never tells," he replied with a smile. "Though I will say that it interests more women than I ever expected."

She pushed her ass against him and they kissed again. As you watched it seemed absolutely guaranteed that your wife would get fucked standing against those glass windows at some point. Your dick got a little bit harder just thinking about it.

He spun her around, picked her up, and set her in his bed. They kissed before his lips made their way down her body. He worked each of her nipples with his tongue, showered her stomach in kisses, and then peeled her delicate panties off and tossed them aside before settling between his legs.

"Oh, fuck," your wife said as he licked her slick pussy. "Fuck, that feels so good."

He slipped his fingers inside her while licking her clit. He reached up with his other hand to play with her breasts. He elicited a wild range of moans and groans from your beautiful wife, pushing her deeper into the intense arousal that had flowed through her all night.

"You can take your clothes off, baby," your wife said. "You might as well fully enjoy watching him take me. You can masturbate, too, though you'll probably ruin your good time if you cum before we're done."

You were reluctant to get naked - his body was far more impressive than yours - but you couldn't resist the allure of masturbating while you watched. So you stripped and stood there with your dick in your hand as another man ate your wife's pussy and turned her into a moaning mess of desire in the process.

"I need you inside me," she proclaimed after a lengthy oral session. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

He crawled across the bed, opened the nightstand, and pulled out a condom. He moved to tear it open but your wife grabbed it from him and smiled.

"Let me put it on you," she said.

She tore the wrapper open and gently rolled the condom down his cock while kissing his hard stomach. It struck you as a deeply intimate act and it spurred a genuine sense of jealousy. The fact that she didn't bother looking your way once while doing it only made that feeling worse, though your dick remained hard as a rock.

"Take me," your wife said as she laid on her back and spread her legs.

"With pleasure," he replied.

He moved between her legs and she looked at you. He rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips and she said, "This is your last chance to try and stop this," she said. "Once he's inside me, we're not stopping until we've both gotten what we need."

You were so turned on, and yet it seemed like your wife was testing you, like she wanted to see if you were man enough to try and stop her from forever changing your marriage by welcoming another man into her pussy.

"I want him to fuck you," you said.

"To take me?" she asked.

You nodded.

"Say it," she demanded.

She was getting more turned on. You didn't understand why and she probably didn't either, but something about demanding that you use those specific words was absolutely turning her on.

"I want him to take you," you said.

She reached between his legs, guided his cock into her slick pussy, and said, "Take me."

He filled her slowly as they kissed. His back muscles rippled as he adjusted his body to slide deeper inside her. Her hands moved up his biceps, over his shoulders, and down his back. She moaned, seemingly getting off on having a far more muscular man on top of her and inside her.

As they fucked, you moved to the foot of the bed to watch another man's cock slide in and out of her pussy. You watched her open up for him with every thrust. You watched her cling to him as he pulled out. You heard her wetness, too. You saw how she left his condom-wrapped shaft slick with her juices when he pulled out.

Jealousy and lust surged through you as you witnessed the beauty of your wife fucking another man, of her being taken, as she'd put it. He was giving her what a husband is supposed to give her. He was giving it to her right in front of you - her husband - and he was almost certainly doing so with even greater vigor because you were watching.

"Fuck…harder," your wife said.

He fucked her harder. His pelvis slammed into hers. She grunted and groaned and moaned and moved closer to an orgasm.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

She wrapped her legs around him. "Yes. It feels so good. You're fucking me so good."

She was close now. You could hear it in the way her voice wavered as she spoke. You could hear her desperation to climax. You could hear the need.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" she screamed.

He fucked her right through her orgasm. Her screams reverberated around his bedroom. Her satisfaction was obvious and overwhelming. Her orgasm seemed far better than any you'd given her in recent times.

They kissed as his thrusts slowed. Her hands moved down his back and grabbed his ass as he remained inside her. You moved out from the foot of the bed and saw the passion in their kiss.

Then she looked at you. She smiled at the sight of your stiff cock. "Did you enjoy watching?"

"Yes," you replied.

"You know that he fucked me better than you do, right?" she asked.

You looked down as it suddenly felt quite difficult to look at her. "Yes, I know."

"You know that this isn't the last time I'm going to fuck another man, right?"

"Yes, I do," you answered.

"You know that everything is different now, right?" she asked.

You looked at her and saw him looking at you too. "Yes, I know."

She smiled and turned her attention to him. "I'd really like it if you fucked me from behind up against those windows. I don't know why, but the thought of it makes my pussy wet."

He pulled out and sat back on his knees. "It would be my pleasure, and I sincerely hope this isn't the last time I get to fuck you while your husband watches."

She moved to her knees, crawled towards him, and they shared a kiss before she said, "Don't worry. You'll get to take me again, and again, and again if you want."

"I do," he said.

She crawled out of the bed, pressed her hands against the window, and looked over her shoulder while arching her back and shaking her ass at him. "Come and take me while he watches."

He moved behind your wife and ran his hands up her back. He leaned in and they kissed as she reached around to guide his cock into her pussy. He cupped her breasts and started fucking her once more. Fucking her from behind while she stood. Fucking her in a position you'd literally never fucked her in.

Everything had changed, but that didn't have to be a bad thing. After all, you'd never been so turned on. Your dick had never felt so hard.

Change can be a good thing, even if that change is another man fucking your wife better than you ever have.