My Hotwife Betty Ch 03 - Watching

The first time I ever watched Betty with another man, it wasn't planned. It was pure chance. I was supposed to hit a Knicks game after work with a sales rep, but he bailed last minute. He offered me the tickets, but by then, the office had cleared out and I couldn't get a hold of Betty so with no one to go with, I passed on the game. Honestly, I was feeling horny anyway and figured Betty must be on her way home too. I'd much rather spend the night buried inside her than stuck in the stands watching the Knicks lose.

Apparently, Betty had similar cravings--but she'd already found someone else to satisfy them.

We were living in a cramped studio apartment at the time. The whole space was visible from the front door--just a tiny kitchen off to the side and a narrow alcove that led to the bathroom. I remember walking from the elevator down the hallway and feeling this odd tension crawl up my spine. Something didn't sit right. I paused at our door, key in hand, heart kicking against my ribs.

And then I opened it.

There he was--some guy sprawled on our couch, pants around his ankles, cock standing tall. And Betty--my stunning, insatiable wife--was kneeling in front of him, her head rhythmically bobbing up and down on his cock. Her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowed, eyes half-closed like she was savoring every inch of him.

He jumped, fumbling for his pants. But Betty didn't flinch. She gripped his cock with authority, pushed him gently back down onto the couch, then turned her head and looked at me--completely calm.

"I thought you were going to a hockey game," she said.

"Basketball," I corrected, numbly.

She rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers now slowly stroking his cock like it was hers. "Whatever. Why aren't you there?"

"The rep cancelled. I didn't want to go alone. I called you--left a message. Didn't you get it?"

"I've been... busy."

I swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of the heat rising in my chest. "Yeah... I can see that."

She wasn't stopping. "Do you want me to stop?"

I hesitated. "No. Do you want me to leave?"

Betty shrugged, eyes still on me while her hand teased the slick head of his cock. "Up to you. Are you jealous?"

Before I could answer, she turned her attention back to him--her mouth sliding slowly over his shaft again, as if I weren't even there.

I stood there frozen. Part of me burning with rage--this wasn't the deal. She was supposed to tell me. We had rules. But another part of me... was melting in lust. Watching her worship another man's cock, so close I could hear her wet mouth working him--every fantasy I'd ever had was suddenly, vividly real.

My knees felt weak. My skin tingled. The fantasy had always been abstract--arousing in theory. But the reality? It was electric. Intoxicating. Maddening. I was insanely turned on!

I don't know how long I stood there before Betty paused, looked up at me again, and said with a hint of amusement, "Whatever you decide... can you at least close the door all the way before our neighbors get an eyeful?"

I closed the door and took a seat at our small dining table, just outside the kitchen and only a few feet from the couch where my wife was on her knees with her mouth wrapped around a stranger's cock.

I loosened my tie as I watched Betty work his cock. She was in full command, taking her time with him, alternating between teasing and licking the head, and then sliding down on the length of it, taking it all down her throat with a hungry rhythm, her head bobbing in smooth, practiced waves. I could see his cock glistening with my wife's saliva as she bobbed up and down on him in smooth, practiced waves, taking him out of her mouth and stroking him lazily for a moment, before plunging down on his full length again. She wasn't just giving him head--she was working him, playing him, expertly building him up only to back off just before the edge. She'd done the same to me hundreds of times.

It went on like that for ten minutes, maybe more. Then, without a word, she rose, took his hand, and led him toward the bed.

As she was helping him out of the rest of his clothes, she glanced back at me and said, her voice low and firm, "go sit on the couch and don't go anywhere, I have plans for you later."

As if I was going anywhere.

The room was small, just one open space, so even from the couch I had a front-row seat to everything that was about to happen. I sat down, my pulse steady but rising, and waited.

As I watched them help each other out of the rest of their clothes, I started to feel like I should be ashamed for letting some random mystery guy fuck my wife right in front of me! But I felt no shame. No humiliation. I felt nothing but extraordinary arousal. And to be honest, a little bit of pride that this objectively handsome guy with a big dick, who could probably get about any girl in the room, wanted to fuck my stunning, insatiable wife.

I was rock hard and wet with precum. I had to open my pants and release my erection, stroking it while my wife spread her legs and guided her new fuck toy's head down to her glistening pussy. She pressed his face into her, moaning low and full, her body arching with pleasure.

The more Betty moaned, and squirmed, the more aroused I became, stroking myself harder, feeling myself ready to explode, but holding off. I watched her hips rise to meet his tongue, her thighs locking around his head as she started to tremble. When she came--hard, her whole body shaking--I was throbbing in my hand, fighting the urge to come with her.

Betty pushed his head away and with a sultry laugh pushed him onto his back climbing on top and kissing him deeply, savoring her taste on his lips--something she loves to do with me. Then she slid down his body, sucked his cock for a few teasing strokes, and whispered with a raw hunger, "I want to ride that big cock of yours now, baby."

Then, she looked over at me--slow, deliberate--and reached for the nightstand, pointedly grabbing a condom from the drawer. She rolled the condom onto him with practiced ease, then mounted him cowgirl, her eyes locked on mine. Her tits bounced as she began to ride, slow and deep, moaning as she took him fully inside her. She played with herself, showing off, her cries growing louder as her pace increased. I realized now, she was performing for me.

"Oh fuck, baby--your cock gets so deep this way," she gasped, tossing her head back.

I was transfixed, my hand pumping, every muscle tense.

"Oh my god, just like that--yes, that's it... fuck, I can't get enough of your cock!" she cried as she took him deeper, harder. "So much cock, oh my god, it's so much cock!"

And still, no jealousy. Just awe. Lust. The raw beauty of her pleasure only pulled me deeper into it.

They switched positions--missionary now. He pinned her down, driving his thick meat into her with steady, hungry thrusts. Betty writhed beneath him, her voice catching with each stroke.

Then she pushed him off, flipped him onto his back, and mounted him again. She continued to perform for me, grinding on him, rubbing her clit with one hand while the other braced against his chest. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted, moaning louder as her pace built again.

I could tell she was about to cum all over his big dick as her body started to tremble. She was close. And when she opened her eyes, locking onto mine, it hit like a jolt of electricity.

"Oh fuck, baby," she cried, "you can come fuck me anytime you want!"

Spent but insatiable, she slid off and lay back, breathing hard. She pulled him over her again, wrapping her legs around him as they kissed, bodies still hot and moving.

Then, her voice soft but firm: "You know what I really want?"

She arched back into his chest, eyes glinting.

"I want you to bend me over and fuck me doggystyle."

And he did.

She got on all fours, presenting herself shamelessly. He entered her in one deep stroke, drawing a loud moan from her lips. His balls slapping as he began thrusting hard and fast building into a fast, relentless rhythm.

"Oh fuck," she cried, voice breaking as he pounded into her, "I can't get enough of your cock!"

Betty's breathy moans seemed to ignite something in the mystery guy--his rhythm deepened, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure through her until she threw her head back with a cry that echoed through the room. The air around them pulsed with heat and tension, every movement deliberate, hungry. Then, just when it felt like everything was about to unravel, he slowed--pulling her close, letting her breathe.

She turned her head, her eyes glazed with bliss, lips parted, flushed cheeks glowing. She found my gaze and, in a voice that trembled with raw pleasure, whispered, "Oh yes... god, you feel so good inside me." Her words clung to the air like smoke, thick and intoxicating.

He continued, steady now--drawing out every stroke with a purpose that made her shiver. I watched, unable to look away, desire burning through me like a live wire. A flicker of something twisted in my chest--jealousy, maybe--but it was drowned by the intensity of what I was seeing, and the way my hand gripped my length, harder than I could ever remember, said everything.

Betty's cries were like gasps torn from deep within her, each one sharper, more urgent than the last. Her body rocked beneath him as the stranger drove into her with a force that bordered on desperate, like he couldn't get close enough, deep enough. The way she responded--arching, writhing, clawing at the sheets--lit something primal in me. A flame I couldn't control.

And yet, just as quickly, the rhythm shifted. Slower. Measured. Like he knew exactly how to keep her on the edge, he was in control now, giving her a breath only to steal it again. She turned her head--eyes hazy and wild--and looked right at me. God, that look. Pure euphoria. Her lips, swollen and parted, curled into a blissed-out smile before she whispered it: "Oh yes... god, you feel so fucking good inside me."

My breath caught. My hand froze mid-stroke for a moment, heart hammering against my ribs.

Those words. From her lips. While he was inside her.

I should've felt shame, rage... something. But all I felt was the unbearable weight of arousal, heavy and hot and twisting through me like a storm. My cock throbbed in my hand, painfully hard, slick with need. Every motion they made--his hips rolling into her with slow, deep precision, her soft moans, her fingers digging into his back--fed the heat inside me. I couldn't stop watching.

I wasn't just turned on. I was consumed.

There was jealousy, yes--a sharp, fleeting pang that hit deep. But it wasn't just about wanting to be him. It was about seeing her like this. Free. Lost in pleasure so intense it blurred everything else. And I realized, through the haze of lust and longing, that this wasn't about control or power. It was about surrender. Hers. And yes, mine too.

I stroked myself harder, eyes locked on the place where their bodies met. Betty welcoming his powerful thrusts again and again. I could see the tension rising in both of them--see the way her body tensed, trembling, his muscles coiled tight as he sank into her with slow, devastating rhythm. It was too much. Not enough. Everything, all at once.

And still... I watched.

He came forcefully, driving himself into her like he craved to be one with her. Grunting loudly all his built-up tension released and he slumped down on top of my beautiful wife.

After he caught his breath, mystery guy rolled off Betty onto his back the condom visibly full. Betty lay back against the pillows, her skin flushed, glowing, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, but the need inside her clearly hadn't faded. Slowly, she let her fingers trail down her body--delicate, unhurried--until they slipped between her thighs. Her breath caught, hips tilting just slightly, as she began to touch herself, softly at first, then with growing urgency.

I watched, captivated. The way her body moved as she rubbed her clit, sliding her fingers inside her tender, moist pussy, the quiet sounds of pleasure escaping her lips, the way her head turned toward me--eyes half-lidded, lips parted--it was more than erotic. It was magnetic.

And then, she reached for me.

Her fingers curled in a quiet invitation, and I didn't even think--I just went to her. She spread her legs slowly, wordlessly inviting me in. I settled between her thighs, started with soft kisses--gentle, careful--then let my tongue explore her moist, swollen lips and clitoris.

Her hand slid into my hair, guiding me, holding me there like she never wanted me to stop. I took my time, devouring every inch of her sweet pussy still tender from the intensity of what she had shared with mystery guy.

She came again, her whole body arched toward me, a broken sound slipping from her lips--half sigh, half prayer. And when she finally began to come down, her fingers loosening in my hair, I lifted my head and looked at her. Her eyes met mine, blazing and silent.

I eased into her slowly, every inch deliberate, sinking into her welcoming pussy like nothing else existed. She gasped, body still sensitive but drawing me in, arms wrapping around my shoulders like she needed me close. I moved with her, unhurried, every motion a quiet promise--this wasn't about taking. It was about being there, with her, in her.

"Oh baby... he just pulled out," she murmured, barely above a whisper, "and now you're inside me..."

Everything about her--her voice, her warmth, her focus--wrapped around me, and I moved with her, letting the moment take over. Her pussy gripped my cock tighter than I think I've ever felt before, it was quivering as she began to grind against my slow deep thrusts. I was on top, but Betty was in control, and she began to increase the pace and intensity.

She moaned deeply as I continued to move inside her, each stroke sending shivers through us both. Her words came out in breathless pieces--soft, sultry.

Mystery guy was still there--watching, waiting. Even as her hand reached for him again, bringing him close, it didn't pull away from me--it only added to the depth of what we were all sharing.

She guided his reawakened manhood to her lips, eyes never leaving mine. She moaned as she took his hard cock into her mouth, as I began to quicken the pace of my thrusts ever deeper inside her, each stroke sending shivers through us both.

This wasn't just sex. It was something else. Something messier, more complicated, but also more honest--bodies tangled in warmth and tension, every breath shared, every touch deliberate. Not just lost in pleasure... but completely immersed in it.

I couldn't hold back any longer, I shuddered and grunting forcefully as I came deep inside her, my cock pulsing and twitching inside her.

As the final waves of pleasure ebbed through our bodies, the bed still trembled with everything we'd just done. Betty lay sprawled between us, skin glowing, a satisfied smile stretched across her face, her body draped half on mine, half across the stranger she'd just fucked in front of me.

Mystery guy, still breathless, slowly sat up and quietly slid away from her. He didn't speak, didn't linger. Just stood, slowly dressing with a calm intensity. His eyes met mine for a moment, and I gave him a small nod--not approval, not permission, just... respect. For what he gave her. For what we all just shared.

Betty stirred beside me, propping herself on one elbow. "You're not staying?" she asked softly.

He gave a small shake of his head and smiled. "This was beautiful. But you don't need me here any longer."

Mystery guy zipped his pants, slipped his jacket on, and without another word, walked out into the night. No name. No number. No goodbyes. Just a memory--just the way I like it.

The silence that followed was full but not uncomfortable. Betty curled into me, her head resting on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her, feeling her heart still racing gently against my side.

For a long time, we just lay there, tangled in each other, letting the night settle.

Then I spoke, voice low. "So... how long had you been thinking about doing something like that?"

She laughed, not mocking--warm, knowing. "Apparently for longer than I thought. And I really didn't expect it to feel this good."

I turned to look at her. "Do you regret it?"

She met my eyes without flinching. "Not for a second. You?"

I shook my head slowly. "No. It was wild... and weird... and insanely hot... You liked me watching?"

She bit her lip, nodding. "I needed you watching."

I felt a deep, primal heat in my chest. "Good. Because watching you... like that... was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

She rolled on top of me, straddling my hips with a slow grind. "I've never felt more wanted... by both of you. But especially by you."

Our bodies met again, slower this time, but no less intense. The connection was still there, raw and alive--made stronger by the fire we'd just fed together.

Wrapped in sheets that smelled like sex and something new, she looked up at me and said, "we're going to do this again, you know."

"I know," I said. "Maybe next time I pick the guest."

She smiled, wicked and sweet. "Maybe next time, we find two."