As my wife and I drove up the winding gravel road leading to the opulent estate of a wealthy stranger, I couldn’t help but feel the swirling of emotions inside me. Excitement warred with apprehension, lust with jealousy, and a little voice in the back of my head whispered that maybe this was all a mistake. But then, as I glanced over at my wife, her long brown hair fluttering in the breeze, her pink lips parted in a nervous smile, I knew I could not turn back now. Instead, I took her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and pulled up to the grand entrance.
The man who greeted us was impeccably dressed, with slicked back silver hair and piercing blue eyes. He introduced himself as William, the owner of the estate, and welcomed us inside. The interior was just as lavish as the outside, with marble floors, plush furnishings, and expensive paintings adorning the walls. William offered us a seat in the living room, but I could tell that my wife was too nervous to sit down, her eyes darting around the room, taking it all in.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable,” William said with a chuckle, his hand beckoning towards the couch. “I’m glad you could make it here tonight. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
“What… what do you mean?” I asked, the unease in my voice betraying my nerves.
William merely smiled enigmatically, his eyes glinting mischievously. “I assume you know why you’re here, yes?”
“We… we were invited by a mutual friend,” my wife spoke up tentatively, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. “He said you wanted to… to see me.”
“Yes, I did,” William said smoothly, his gaze never leaving my wife’s face. “I’ve heard so much about her beauty, her grace, her… sensuality. I simply had to meet her in person.”
I tensed at his words, feeling like a caged animal about to be let loose. My wife was the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on, but I had all the time been fiercely protective of her. The wondered of sharing her with anyone else made me feel sick to my stomach, and yet… and yet, the wondered of watching her be desired by another man, of seeing the pleasure on her face as she surrendered to someone new, stirred something deep within me.
Before I could voice any of these conflicting feelings, William interrupted my thoughts by crossing the room and standing in front of my wife. He reached out a hand and brushed it lightly over her cheek, causing her to shiver.
“You are even more exquisite than I imagined,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “I hope you don’t mind if I come closer?”
My wife hesitated for a moment, looking towards me uncertainly, but then she nodded. I watched in growing fascination as William leaned in and kissed her, his mouth hot and insistent as he explored hers. My wife’s eyes fluttered shut, and I could see the tension melting out of her body as she relaxed into his embrace. As I watched, they pulled aside, and William turned to me.
“And you? What about you? Will you join us?”
I felt a surge of panic. What did he mean by that? I wondered I had made it clear that I wasn’t interested in participating in anything like this. But then, as I looked into his eyes, I saw the challenge there, the dare, the invitation to do something wild and sinful. Against my better judgement, I found myself nodding.
William smiled approvingly, and then he kissed my wife again, more deeply this time, his hands sliding down to her waist. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched, but it was tempered by the sight of my wife’s pleasure, her moans of delight filling the room. William pulled away for a moment, his eyes gleaming.
“Undress her,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.
I opened my mouth to object, but then I saw the way my wife was looking at me. She wanted this, I realized, wanted to be taken and used by this stranger, wanted to experience something utterly forbidden and exciting. And if that was what she wanted, who was I to deny her?
With trembling fingers, I pulled at the hem of my wife’s dress, lifting it up over her head to reveal her soft, naked form. William’s eyes gleamed with appreciation as he looked her over, his hands tracing along the curves of her body as he explored her with his fingers and mouth. My wife was moaning now, her breathing heavy and ragged, and I could see the way her nipples were taut and peaked with desire.
And then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, William turned to me. “Take off your clothes,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.
I complied, my fingers shaking with nervous energy as I stripped down to nothing. William and my wife were now both naked as well, and I could see the way the two of them were looking at me, their eyes smouldering with desire.
“Now come here,” William commanded, gesturing towards the bed. I felt like I was floating, my body moving on autopilot as I obeyed his orders and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself next to my wife.
William was on her in an instant, his mouth devouring hers, his hands exploring every inch of her body as he aroused her to incredible heights of pleasure. I could feel my own arousal building inside me, my cock hard and throbbing as I watched my wife being pleasured by another man. She was moaning and gasping now, on the verge of orgasm, and I could see the way William was pushing her towards the brink, his fingers and tongue driving her wild with desire.
And then, just as my wife was about to reach her peak, William pulled back. “Get on all fours,” he said, addressing my wife.
At his command, my wife shifted her position, moving to all fours as William positioned himself behind her. Without any preamble, he plunged into her, his cock filling her completely as she gasped with pleasure. I could see the way her body was shuddering now, her hips thrusting back against William’s as he pounded her harder and harder.
And then, with a suddenness that took us all by surprise, William cried out, his voice thick with pleasure as he exploded inside my wife, filling her with his hot, sticky cum. My wife was still moaning, still shuddering with orgasmic bliss, as William pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her.
For a long moment, we were all silent, our breathing heavy and ragged as we processed what had just happened. My wife was still trembling, her skin slick with sweat, and I could see the way her body was still craving more, still hungering for something forbidden and exciting.
William looked over at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “And that, my friend,” he said, the low rumble of his voice sending shivers down my spine, “is only the beginning.”