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As John arrived at the party, he realized that he was the only man there who was not wearing a tuxedo. His wife, Sarah, had insisted on it, saying that it would be more appropriate for the occasion. He felt both embarrassed and aroused as he watched her talking to the other men, all of whom were much more successful and charismatic than he was.

John knew that Sarah had all the time been more sexually adventurous than he was. They had started experimenting with swinging a few years ago, but it had all the time been a shared experience. He had never felt jealous or left out until now. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch her with one of these men, to see her surrender to someone else’s desire.

He tried to put those thoughts out of his mind as he mingled with the guests, but he couldn’t help but feel like an outsider. He watched as Sarah laughed and flirted with the other men, her body language suggesting a familiarity that he didn’t distribute with her anymore.

As the night wore on, the party began to wind down. Sarah suggested they head home, but John knew that she wasn’t ready to call it a night just yet. She all the time needed more than he could give her, more than he was eager to give.

As they walked back to their car, John sensed that something was different. Sarah was quieter than usual, her eyes fixed on something just beyond his shoulder. He followed her gaze and saw a man walking towards them, his hand extended in greeting.

“Sarah, my dear, you look even more beautiful than I remembered,” the man said, taking her hand and kissing it.

John recognized him from the party, a successful businessman with a reputation for being a ladies’ man. He felt a surge of jealousy and arousal as he watched the man flirt with his wife, his confidence and charm making her blush.

“John, this is Mark. We went to college together,” Sarah said, introducing them.

Mark and John shook hands, but John could feel the tension between them. He didn’t trust the man, didn’t want him near his wife. But he also knew that Sarah was attracted to him, that she wanted him.

As they drove home, Sarah was quiet, lost in her own thoughts. John could sense her arousal, her anticipation of what might happen next. He knew that something had changed, that their relationship had shifted in some fundamental way that he couldn’t quite figure out.

When they got home, Sarah led him to the bedroom, her movements graceful and almost predatory. She undressed slowly, teasing him with glimpses of her body. John felt like a voyeur, like he was watching someone else’s fantasy play out in front of him.

Then she approached him, naked and gorgeous, her desire evident in her eyes. “I want you to watch, John. I want you to see what it’s like to share me with another man,” she said, her voice low and husky.

John felt a rush of erotic energy, his cock hardening in response to her words. He nodded, unable to speak, and watched as she went to the door and opened it.

Mark was waiting outside, his eyes fixed on Sarah’s body. He was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, his erection straining against the fabric. John felt like he was outside of his own body, watching as his wife surrendered to this man’s desire.

Sarah led Mark to the bed, her movements confident and sensual. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, and began to kiss him deeply. John saw the hunger in her eyes, the way she pressed her body against his.

As they kissed, Mark’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and ass. She moaned softly, her passion building with each passing moment.

Then she broke the kiss and looked at John, her eyes locked onto his. “I love you, John. Don’t ever forget that,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

John felt a mix of emotions wash over him – jealousy, desire, love, and humiliation all tangled up together. He couldn’t take his eyes off his wife as she began to grind against Mark’s cock, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

He watched as they fucked, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of lust. He felt like he was in a dream, one that he couldn’t wake up from. And yet, he couldn’t look away, couldn’t deny the intense pleasure he was feeling from watching his wife with another man.

Eventually, they both came, Sarah’s body convulsing with pleasure as Mark filled her with his seed. John watched as they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent.

As Mark got dressed and left, John was left alone with his wife. She held him tightly, her body warm and comforting. “I love you, John. That will never change,” she whispered into his ear.

John felt a sense of relief wash over him, but also a hint of sadness. He knew that this experience had changed them in methods that they couldn’t go back from. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but he did know that he loved his wife, more than anything in the world.

As they fell asleep together, he wondered about what had just happened. He had experienced an intense range of emotions – from jealousy and humiliation to surrender and pleasure. He didn’t know what it all meant, but he did know one thing – he couldn’t wait to see what his wife had in store for him next.
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