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Some of you have been asking for more stories from our sex life, and I can not withstand sharing, especially with all the positive comments. As all the time, this story will involve plenty of buildup and be a bit on the longer side.

Let me set the scene for you. My wife has an old friend from her hometown, but they are now living on opposite sides of the country. It’s a good 12-hour drive between their cities. I’ve all the time known that they had a thing for each other and would occasionally flirt over messenger. However, I’ve all the time been a confident man and had no worries due to the distance between them, as well as the strong relationship I distribute with my wife.

Now, one day, my wife tells me that her friend has a company trip down south and that he and his company partner will be staying overnight at a hotel in our town. He wants to see both of us and treat us to dinner on the business’s tab. I’ve met him before and we got along well, so naturally, I happily accepted the invitation. Little did he know about our previous sexual encounters.

On the day of the meeting, I ended up getting away from work a bit later than expected. This meant that my wife had to wait in town for me. Just 15 minutes before I was due to arrive, she called me, asking if she could use the toilet in her friend’s hotel room. She gave me the hotel name and room number, and I agreed since I was already on my way.

As I made my way into the city center faster than anticipated, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something might happen between them. It was a mix of worry and arousal, but the idea of them not being able to withstand each other was starting to turn me on. I purposely walked slowly, letting all sorts of wild possibilities play out in my head. What if they didn’t open the door immediately? What if they took their time, trying to appear innocent? Numerous scenarios raced through my mind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I knocked on the hotel door. The wait was brief, only lasting about 10-15 seconds. Relief washed over me as my friend greeted me with a smile and welcomed me into the room. I immediately spotted my wife, who was fully clothed on the bed.

Playfully, I said to her, “Here you are, in another man’s bed,” giving her a smirk before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. She replied, “Yes, but nothing really happened. Well, we did share some kisses, and he couldn’t keep his hands off me outside my clothes. I could sense his growing hardness, but I stopped things there. I made it clear that I wouldn’t go any further without you, leaving the decision in your hands.” Grinning, she shared with me her excitement and how the wondered of it had made her incredibly horny.

We kissed again, deeply and passionately, not stopping until our friend emerged from the shower. As he walked out and saw us locked in this erotic embrace, with me caressing my wife’s gorgeous D-cup breasts, he couldn’t help but opinion on the sudden heat in the room. My wife paused momentarily to invite him closer with a seductive gesture, and as he approached, she kissed him again. The intensity was undeniable as they locked lips, marking the first time I witnessed her kissing another man. It was a truly erotic sight to behold.

Shortly after, my wife turned her attention back to me, engaging in another heated kiss. Our friend, clearly aroused by the sight before him, couldn’t withstand joining in. With only a towel around his waist, his heightened state was evident. We continued to kiss, each taking turns unbuttoning my wife’s blouse and fondling one of her enticing breasts as the passion intensified.

Eventually, my wife took control of the situation. Pushing our friend down onto the bed, she declared her need to see the hard cock she had felt earlier. She swiftly removed his towel and began stroking him. Meanwhile, I stood nearby, admiring the view for a moment before sensually lifting my wife’s skirt and sliding her underwear down. As my hand made its way from her luscious cheeks down to her dripping wet pussy, her previous words rang true. This was the wettest I had ever felt her. I expertly fingered and played with her clitoris, causing intense moans of pleasure to escape her lips.

In this heightened state of arousal, my wife’s desire became overwhelming. Unable to withstand any longer, she took him into her hot mouth, skillfully pleasuring him. I, too, couldn’t withstand the intoxicating taste of her wet pussy. With her blowing him passionately, I teased her with the tip of my hard cock. Unable to hold back, I pushed myself inside her, filling her completely with each thrust. I fucked her slowly, savoring the tightness as I unzipped her bra, exposing her perfect breasts to our friend, who eagerly played with them. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Damn, you are one lucky man to have a wife like this.”

Building up the momentum, I increased the pace of my thrusts. After a few minutes of intense pleasure, I could feel myself nearing the point of no return. Sensing this, I stopped and asked my wife if her married pussy wanted another man’s cock. Without hesitation, she exclaimed, “Fuck yes!”

Taking charge, she climbed on top of him, tightly gripping his cock as she looked into my eyes. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she begged me to kiss her. The indescribable sensation of kissing her while she fucked another man was beyond words. If you haven’t tried it as a couple, I encourage you to do so. You won’t have any regrets.

My wife, still riding our friend, broke the kiss and rode him with incredible fervor. It wasn’t long before she saw me standing nearby, stroking my own hard cock. As if it was exactly what she desired, she began blowing me while continuing to ride him. The intensity of the moment was too much for our friend to handle. He pulled my wife off him, unable to contain himself any longer, and came explosively, spraying his release across her cheeks and up her back. He apologized, admitting that he had dreamed of fucking my wife for so long that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

But my wife wasn’t finished. She asked me to lie down, and without hesitation, she straddled me, riding me like a woman possessed while our friend watched. After just a minute, she achieved a powerful orgasm, and I couldn’t hold back any longer either. I pulled out, instructing her to get on all fours and pleasure our friend with her mouth as I took her from behind, thrusting into her with fierce intensity. After just 40 seconds of this explosive rhythm, I reached my own climax. Pulling out, I stroked myself twice before releasing my hot load all over her back, mixing with our friend’s cum.

Our friend looked on, still in awe of what had just transpired, declaring that we were absolutely crazy but that it was the best experience he had ever had. My wife laughed playfully, asserting that he wasn’t too bad himself.

With a need to freshen up, he headed back into the shower while my wife and I stayed on the bed, kissing and reveling in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. Eventually, we made our way down to the hotel lobby, where his company partner had been patiently waiting for us for 30 minutes. We had to rush to the restaurant, and throughout the night, he never suspected a thing. Our only excuse was that we hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and time truly flies when you’re catching up.

That night remains one of the most erotically charged experiences for both my wife and me, even to this day.

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