Watching My Wife - Fantasy to Reality

Excessive jealousy has never bothered me, at least not after puberty. But back then it was probably more envy than jealousy. And only during the periods when I didn't have a girlfriend myself. But when I was in a relationship, I sometimes found it extremely exciting to imagine my girlfriends having sex with other people, both girls and boys. Usually their exes, or my friends or hers. So yes, I've experienced envy, but jealousy - no.

These ideas about my girlfriend having sex with other people were just going on quietly inside my own head. It was like that for years. Until a comment accidentally slipped out of my mouth one evening.

My wife of several years and I enjoyed a completely ordinary movie where part of the plot was a love triangle. I said something like, "It would have been incredibly exciting to see you with another man." To my surprise, she didn't react negatively. Instead, she just looked at me in surprise, hugged me tighter, and asked, "Wouldn't you be incredibly jealous if something like that happened?" Her body language suggested that she felt no disgust at the thought at all -- perhaps quite the opposite.

It gave me the opportunity to tell her how I'd always toyed with such thoughts and that they had only made me horny, not jealous at all. Seeing you enjoy yourself and having a good time turns me on like crazy. And the thought that someone other than me could give you that pleasure only turns me on even more. When I fantasize about it, it's as if your pleasure becomes my own.

I described in careful terms what another man, along with me, could do to her. How wonderful it would be for her to have four hands caressing her all over. Two pairs of lips, two tongues, and two cocks that were there just to give her maximum pleasure. And I think it will be like that IRL too. I guess it's called compersion to feel that way.

She was quiet for a while, just sitting there thinking about what I had just said, while she stroked my chest a little absently. Gradually, her hand slid down to my stomach and crotch, where the contours of my dick were clear and easy to see under my clothes. The action in the film had left me half-stiff. And our conversation afterwards made it rock solid. She had of course noticed this and caressed and squeezed it on the outside of my trousers. But the real surprise was the answer I got after she had thought about it in silence for a while.

She took one of my hands and guided it under her dress and to her panties. It was damp. No, when I slid my hand down towards the crack, they were soaked. "Can you feel what it does to me when you talk like that? I get horny too just thinking about it. But I could never do something like that. It's you I love, and I've never felt any need for anyone else but you since we became a couple."

The film continued to flicker on the screen. But we were so absorbed in each other and our lust that we completely forgot about the movie. The rest of the evening was just passionate lovemaking like the first few months after we met. That time when we were intensely in love and only had eyes for each other. Our sex life got a real boost after that evening.

In the time that followed, this became our favorite fantasy in foreplay and lovemaking. She flirts with others, lets herself be seduced by some strangers and goes to bed with them. Sometimes I'm there, maybe I participate. Other times it's just her and one or more exciting men.

After a couple of years we took it a little further IRL. Preferably when we stayed in a hotel. Then she could go down to the bar alone. After a while I would come after her and sit down nearby, but not right next to her. There she could flirt with men who gave her attention and whom she found charming. Maybe let them look down at her cleavage. Give them hope for something more.

Or it could be on the beach where she scouted a bit, spotted some attractive men and lay down a few meters away. I found a place nearby where I had a good overview of both her and the men who were lying close or walking by. She almost always got attention from other men. And our game was that she would flirt and encourage them and get really horny herself. Maybe ask for help applying sunscreen.

She could discreetly, or perhaps outright, spread her legs so that the wetness that became increasingly evident down there on her bikini bottoms, was clearly visible to the chosen one. Showing him unquestionably that she was horny and ready. Eventually, I would enter the scene pretending to be yet another man she didn't know. Or a guy she knew from before. Either way, the outcome was always that she took me to the hotel room. Dripping wet and ready for a few delicious hours. It was wonderful, and our sex life got a real vitamin injection.

The idea of doing something more daring and explicit for real developed gradually and didn't scare any of us. Given that she found someone who was suitable in all the necessary ways, this could work out. We realized that nothing could threaten our relationship. It became more a question of how to go ahead without losing control. Not whether we should try out something similar to our fantasies IRL. After all, there are a lot of weird men out there. Better safe than sorry.

The hotel we kept returning to was at a ski resort. We had often booked in there with our now-grown children. We had used to rent nice large rooms with a door in between so that the children had their own and we adults had ours. Our fantasies revolved around her having her own room where she could bring a man, or maybe two, while I was in the next room for safety. But I wanted to watch while she had fun with a stranger or two. And I also had to be able to intervene if necessary or perhaps join them if that felt natural.

Our fantasy scenarios developed gradually. She was supposed to pretend to be a hotwife on a solo trip. I was her horny husband at home who wanted to see and hear her having fun over the phone. But of course, I couldn't sit and watch from home. At least not the first time. I would be in the next room with the door between our rooms unlocked. Before she took anyone up, she was supposed to ask the lucky man if this arrangement was okay with him. It was a condition for going further. If not, she was supposed to thank him for his company and wish him a good evening. That way, those who didn't want to join in on something like this could withdraw before any activities took place.

We entertained this fantasy for a while. But it quickly evolved to include a quality camera or two, connected via network or WiFi to my laptop. And with a couple of extra screens next to it. That would give us better video quality than a regular phone. And a pair of cameras would give me the freedom to choose my viewing angles, so I could always follow the action the way I wanted. An added bonus was that we could make good recordings to enjoy together later.

An open phone line was something completely different from a video camera. In case it became more difficult to get the chosen one to agree to those conditions, we had a fallback solution that might make it more acceptable. We had bought a thin Finnish/ski mask with openings just for the eyes and mouth. It could be a backup solution in case the one in question was particularly attractive, or there were few other suitable ones nearby. But making love with something like that over our heads didn't feel very tempting to either of us. Therefore, we hoped that it would not be necessary.

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Finally, we were ready for the first attempt. The cameras were set up and wirelessly connected to my laptop in the adjoining room. We had spent time finding the best locations for coverage of what we imagined might happen. And of course, we practiced a bit with angles and placement at home to get the best possible result. Everything was ready and tested. For the occasion, Karen had chosen a dress with a fluffy fabric that highlighted her beautiful breasts, hips and buttocks. It had a deep neckline so that when she bent forward there was a clear view of the top of her lovely and full breasts. Especially when something with a little weight helped pull at the neckline when she bent forward. It was quite short, so she had to be careful how she sat. Otherwise, the panties, or lack thereof, would be visible from the right angle. This played a key role in some of the scenario we had planned.

I had gone ahead of her to check things out a bit. Just as I often used to do when the point where to take me, not another man, back to the room. We had practiced this game of flirting with someone other than me many times before. She was a true expert at getting in the super horny mood by teasing and flirting with handsome men. And I loved watching her unfold in this way. But now we were going to take it a step further.

We had done role-playing both in bars and outdoors where we pretended I was a stranger. Then Karen could go far in the explicit direction. She could let me have a long and revealing look down her cleavage or braless breasts. Or pull up her skirt or dress and let me catch a glimpse of her panties or private parts. And that was just the beginning. Several times she had let me feel both her breasts and how wet and horny she was. But when others were involved, the flirting was far more subtle. How far she wanted, and needed, to go in that direction this evening, was uncertain. But at least she had a lot of practice with me in role-playing. Still, she didn't hide the fact that she was a tiny bit nervous.

It was early in the evening. There had to be a male-dominated conference or something at the hotel. Because there were only two women there. But there were quite a few men in the area around the bar. Some alone, others together. And a couple of them looked promising. Right on target based on what I knew Karen would like. I called her and told her what I saw so that she would be a little prepared when she came down.

What a lovely sight she was as she came gliding into the room. Her hips swayed sensually, her breasts swung lightly under her dress. I could see hard nipples under the thin fabric of her dress. A clear sign that she was already horny and ready. I guess she had rubbed them through her dress. She might have caressed her most intimate zones as well on the way down here. It wouldn't have been the first time she had let her hand slip under her dress on the way down from the room either. Before I went downstairs, she had hugged me tightly and whispered that she was already horny enough to take me inside her right then and there. Wet and willing, my lovely lady.

I knew she was pantyless. And it wouldn't be the first time she'd massaged her sensitive clit and checked out her warm wet cave on her way to a hotel bar. I could imagine the smell of the delicious scent of desire and lust from her moist fingers. Only I had ever tasted her after this game of ours. But this time it could happen. If everything went well.

I had told Karen where I thought the most interesting ones were. She scanned them quickly and chose one and aimed for the bar stool next to him. He looked like he was in his thirties. A little younger than us, that is. They exchanged a few words, she probably asked if the stool was free. He nodded, his gaze sliding very quickly and instinctively from her face and down her body. But he had self-control and immediately made eye contact again. But a microsecond is more than enough for a lovely lady like Karen to understand that he liked what he saw.

I found another place to sit when I realized who she had chosen. A position where I could have a better view myself but also block the view of others a little. Not too close, I had to keep enough distance so that he didn't notice me. I sat a little diagonally behind him. He would have to twist to see me clearly. My beloved, however, saw me well and I had an excellent view of her. When I found my new spot, she turned more directly to the man next to her. In the process, she spread her legs for a second in my direction as if to sit more comfortably. Oh, what a beautiful sight. The light in the room wasn't particularly bright, but I could glimpse her delights up there between her gorgeous stocking-less thighs.

I tried to appear engrossed in my smartphone. It was important that he didn't feel watched. The more he felt alone with this beautiful wife of mine, the better.

I was close enough to hear most of the conversation. He introduced himself as Thomas and said, "Nice dress you have." "Thank you. My husband thought it would suit me perfectly tonight. He wanted me to have a nice evening and enjoy myself a lot even though he couldn't join me. He's a nice guy," she said. "Look how nicely this brooch goes with the dress," she added, pointing to a butterfly-shaped brooch pinned near the top of the neckline. If you looked closely, you could see the erotic shapes of what looked like breasts on the wings. She leaned forward a little. An incredibly clever move to get him to lower his gaze "legally". Not only did she show him the subtly explicit brooch. She also gave him a glimpse of the top of her lovely breasts at the same time. Yes, doubtless more than just the top when the weight of the brooch pulled the dress outward and at just the right angle. She rocked her body slightly from side to side at the same time. Her breasts swayed sensually down there below the neckline. Any man with an interest in women would understand the ulterior motive. An unspoken possibility of something more, if only he played his cards right.

Any insecurities he might have had vanished like dew in the sun. He understood that it was perfectly fine to both see and enjoy this beautiful woman. His gaze wandered down again, lingered, he smiled broadly and nodded. "Yes, beautiful." The conversation was natural and flowed easily now. It was clear that the chemistry between them was good. They talked for a while. Told each other about themselves, what they were interested in and such. The conversation went on and on. They had a few drinks and seemed to enjoy each other's company. My dear wife ordered only non-alcoholic. Just Shirley Temple and NA Spritz from what I could hear. She had been very clear that she wanted to be completely sober. Everything she did should be well-considered choices and not influenced by alcohol haze.

Now he knew that she was married. To remove any reservations, he might still have had about this, Karen used her usual trick in such situations. She started to fiddle with her wedding ring, and then complain that it was so tight and that it got a little damp and itched a little under there...(!) She would say she didn't need it tonight and then make a point of taking it off and putting it in her bag. Preferably while keeping eye contact with her "chosen one" and smile crookedly.

This was more or less a fixed part of our game from the time when I would come and hijack her in the end. But not this evening.... No one needed to feel cheated this time. This was the day this horny guy's dreams could come true. But much teasing remained. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was putting something in her bag. The ring! Thomas smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly. She had him where she wanted.

No beating around the bush here. Karen played her cards in fairly quick succession to remove any doubt about her intentions. After all, we had very specific plans for what would happen next up in our room. And if he withdrew when this whole thing about me and watching online came up, we had to have time to try to find another candidate. We wanted to wait as long as possible before falling back on our backup plan. Only if it seemed like the only way to succeed, would we resort to the Finland cap option.

Now that all doubt about her intentions should be gone, it didn't take long before one of her hands, which had been resting confidentially on his forearm, slid down to his knee. Karen has a knack for knowing what she can do without curious people fully understanding what's going on. She makes everything seem natural and innocent. Therefore, I was pretty sure that I was the only one who fully understood what was going on. Apart from Thomas.

They were sitting almost completely facing each other now. I could clearly see what Karen was doing. She lowered her gaze to his crotch. At the same time, she spread her own legs some more. The dress, which was already well up on her thighs, slid up a little further. But she had pulled it down the left thigh that faced the room. You had to be really close to see how high up it was on the other side and between her thighs. But she wasn't completely satisfied and dragged it a little further towards her groin where just he could see. She lifted the edge a little more and spread her thighs even wider.

He looked down without trying to hide his gaze at her spread thighs. There was no doubt that he could see that she was pantyless. Clearly surprised, his eyes widened. Yes, he had caught a glimpse of something beautiful, warm and wet down there between her soft, tanned thighs. Maybe he also smelled the scent of her naked, steaming pussy. The scent of a woman, a horny woman. My horny wife.

Karen had become a real expert at this game over the past few years because of our countless "practice runs." The difference now was that she was far more direct and not as subtle as she usually was when around strangers. And of course, this wasn't meant to be a practice run just to stimulate our fantasies and lust preparing for our own lovemaking afterwards. I wasn't going to show up and hijack her in front of a disappointed suitor. Soon our fantasies would hopefully come true. Just the way we had imagined things would unfold when we fantasized and role-played in our marriage bed. If he was willing to go along with the rest of our plan, that is.

Everything went as it should. The next thing would be to check if he were within the requirements in normally unmentionable places. Not that she was a size queen, but too small a size would make the rest of the arrangement more limited. Unfortunately, it would be more difficult to get good video footage if he were much too short. I felt a little embarrassed. I was the one who had asked her to do this, to choose someone with a more than average size if possible.

The hand on his knee slid slowly up his thigh. At the same time, she leaned towards him and gave him a light kiss on the mouth. Leaned back a little, looked him in the eyes and smiled, then sought his lips again. Now with her own slightly parted. I could see the tip of her tongue playing there between them. Her hand had reached his groin. Not only did she want to feel how big he was, but also how hard and potent he seemed to be. Just a semi-hard erection now wouldn't be a promising sign. She caressed and squeezed as discreetly as possible.

Then she broke the kiss and leaned back. Smiled at him, clearly pleased.

"Look how horny I am", she said and lifted the leg that was furthest from the bar imperceptibly to give him an even better view. He didn't protest, just sat there as if chained with his gaze down at my lover's lap. "Do you want to touch and feel for yourself?" He slid his left hand down her thigh. Gently stroked upwards towards her wetness, Enfolded her pussy with his hand. I could see the hand moving as if some fingers were entering her. My beloved couldn't stop a lustful moan from escaping. He was like in a trance. But then he came out of it as if he became aware of the danger that someone could see them. He pulled his hand back. His fingers glistened with my dear wife's love juices. So beautiful.

He looked around nervously. I had been watching them out of the corner of my eye the whole time. Pretending I was intensely busy with something on my phone. He obviously thought no one had seen or heard anything and turned his attention back to my wife. Licked his lips and said something I couldn't hear. She nodded slightly and asked if he wanted to come up to the room with her. His answer was clear: "Very much so."

Now it was time to talk about me. Me, who was supposed to be somewhere else entirely. Tell him that I had a desire to see some of the "nice and enjoyable evening" that I had wished for her. And he had to understand the full meaning of what I had meant by this. We were clear that we would not serve potential suitors any outright lies. Still, he did not need to know how close I would be if he agreed to our plan.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. Now he learned the conditions for joining her in the room. Would he agree to it? I was very curious about what the answer would be. She took his hand closest to the bar counter and brought it down to her thigh again. Carefully brought it up between her legs once more and let him explore her. I could not see exactly what was happening this time. Neither could anyone else because of the way they were sitting. The dress had slipped down a little, covering the exciting things happening underneath.

But I clearly saw his arm move. In my mind's eye, I imagined him exploring the crevice of her wet, smooth pussy. Maybe he inserted a finger or three into her warm cave. Karen sighed and moaned once more. So whatever it was, she was enjoying what was going on down there.

It turned out that there was absolutely no reason at all to worry that he would say no to the offer. He seemed surprised but clearly didn't need time to make up his mind. They sealed the deal with a light kiss on the lips. I saw them get up and walk towards the elevator with their arms around each other. Karen's hand slid down to his buttocks and squeezed tightly. He responded in kind. The back of her short dress had a clear wet spot down the middle. The bar stool was probably damp too. Quite natural given the thin dress and no panties. And a very hot and horny lady. I went over to it. I ran my hand over the seat and felt it was quite damp, downright wet. I brought my hand to my nose and smelled my moist fingers. Yes, it was her intoxicating scent. Wonderful! I discreetly followed them towards the elevator.

We had enjoyed fantasies of this kind many times before. So, I wasn't surprised that Karen and Thomas were standing in a hot embrace a short distance from the elevators. Karen is a "kisser" if you know what I mean. Likes to play with lips and tongue, long and wet. My dick throbbed at the sight and sounds of my lovely wife enjoying herself like that. With a handsome man who wasn't me.

Most of you have probably understood something quite significant about me already. Obviously, when she enjoys and has a wonderful time, it turns me on immensely. But it is more than that. Yes, I can literally feel her pleasure and joy as if it were my own. It's called compersion. Nothing is further from jealousy and humiliation than that. Back in my pure youth, there was no word for it. Now there is. Feel free to look it up. "Compersion".

That's why I didn't feel the slightest hint of jealousy or humiliation as I watched them stand in a heated embrace. Just a nice, delicious warmth inside me from seeing her pleasure and arousal.

Most people would probably only dare a brief glance or two at a couple kissing as intensely as they did in a public place. When someone shows such passion in public it tends to make people feel a little embarrassed. But I didn't avert my eyes as I walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button. Thomas didn't notice me anyway. But Karen of course knew I would come. If she didn't see me, she probably realized the footsteps she heard were mine. The elevator pinged and a door opened almost instantly. I went in and pressed the floor above where our rooms were and stood at the back.

"Wait," I heard Karen call, so I stopped the doors from closing until they had entered. Karen hugged Thomas again and maneuvered him so that I was facing his back and she could look at me over his shoulder. She winked at me, blew me a silent kiss, ran her hands down his back to his buttocks. Then she pressed herself hard against his abdomen and rotated her hips against him. She must have felt his stiff member up her stomach. The grin she gave me hinted at a big catch.

He must have been squeezing and massaging her buttocks at the same time. Because she made some voluptuous sounds and lifted herself up on her tiptoes. She moistened her full, soft, delicious lips with the tip of her small, sexy tongue. She met him with them slightly apart and her tongue ready for play. No doubt that what awaited him was another one of her deep, passionate kisses. Thomas showed no sign of noticing that they were not alone in the elevator. I could hardly blame him for that. This delicacy in front of him was irresistible to any horny man like him -- and me. He was completely engrossed in my dear wife and what they did together.

When the bell rang for their floor and they went out, she put a hand behind her and lifted her dress well up over her lovely ass. She gave me a good look at her delights before it slowly fell back down. A nice, firm butt. Round and beautifully tanned after many hours naked in the sun. I got off on the floor above and then hurried down the stairs.

I could hear them locking themselves in our room and closing the door. I ran to the next room to turn on my laptop. The door between the rooms was unlocked. We had placed a chair with one of the video cameras on top in front of it so he wouldn't accidentally open it.

Shortly afterwards, my phone vibrated. Of course, it was Karen who called "home" to tell her beloved husband that she was ready to have the nice and enjoyable evening I had wanted her to have. She didn't have the phone on speaker, but at a loud enough volume for Thomas to hear most of the conversation without hearing my voice too well. "Have you found just one, or are there more? You said you wanted one, two or maybe three at the same time before you left?", I asked.

"No, there's only one here. But he is hot. There were several that I would have liked to play with at the bar. But the one I have here now is the most handsome of them all. But there was someone just as handsome in the elevator when we were on our way up to the room. When I got out of the elevator, I flashed my ass to him. I hope he got a good look. God, I'm so horny. You'll have to hurry up and connect the cameras because I can't wait any longer. When you're ready, I'll show you the one I have here. His name is Thomas, by the way."

I confirmed that I had a connection and that both the picture and the sound were clear and sharp. "Enjoy yourself, Karen. Show the guy how delicious and hot you are." Thomas heard everything we said and had to give a compliment: "What an amazing wife you have. You are a lucky man!" I confirmed and told him to take loving care of my wife and give her lots of pleasure. I also let him know that if the experience was memorable, she might want more later. Had to boost his motivation a little. Then I left the rest up to them.

Now that I was "officially" a spectator via the cameras. Karen began to pose and show off Thomas and herself. Embracing him, stroking and caressing him, kissing him. I could clearly see everything that was happening. He had her buttocks in a firm grip again. Just the thin fabric of the dress between his hands and her otherwise naked ass. Caressing, pulling up the dress and exposing more naked skin. Karen twisted towards the camera on the chair in front of the door to show me her pantyless pussy. Thomas stood behind her so as not to be in the way of the camera. The inner labia protruded as if to protect the gate to her most sacred place of worship. Gatekeepers, sparkling with love juices.

Thomas brought both hands to her hips. Caressed down her thighs on the outside and then up the inner thighs. All the way to the place where her intense pleasure and lust radiated from. Tenderly. He let his middle finger slide up and down the moist slit protected by her beautiful labia. Carefully, with his fingers spread, he let his middle finger explore this beautiful sanctuary. With gentle pressure he separated the lips. A smooth, wet lip on each side of the finger. Then he gathered all the fingers and trapped the lips between them. Gently he massaged the lips between his tender, manly fingers, sliding up and down the moist crack.

Then I saw the middle finger slowly, slowly bend and disappear into her. And out again as slowly as it went in. In, out, in, out. At the same time, the hand gently vibrated from side to side. Karen trembled and moaned. She was completely out of her mind with pleasure. Oh, how beautiful she was. My chest filled with a wave of warmth and pure joy. It felt so good to see her enjoying the caresses like that. So incredibly good to see her shivering with pure erotic pleasure.

I tore off my clothes and took my manhood into a firm grip. Stroking slowly up and down. I was already as hard as it was possible to get. Precum pooled and made the head soaked and slippery in my hand.

Thomas pulled the dress up further with the hand that wasn't partially inside her. She helped him get it over her head. Now she stood there wearing only a thin transparent bra and nothing else. But not long after, she managed to twist that off too, freeing her full breasts. Thomas pulled away a little to take in the lovely sight of my adorable wife. Of course, not a young girl anymore. After all, she had, like me, grown older. And pregnancy sometimes leaves some traces that stay as proud evidence of the lifes that we had created. But she had taken care of herself and aged with style. A lovely, mature lady. Still slim and with almost the same perky, bouncy butt as when we first met. All of this only made her more beautiful in my eyes.

Thomas had quickly stripped off the few clothes he had on and stood there naked with her. His limb was stiff and large, pointing up and out at a 45-degree angle. He wasn't really that different from me. Nice, it would make good pictures.

Then he caressed her delicious buttocks. He knelt down and kissed her stomach, sniffed the delicious scents that flowed up from there between her thighs. He avoided going directly to her most erogenous zones. Instead, he kissed her from her stomach, down her hipbone and towards her thighs. His hands around one thigh, caressed and stroked down towards her knee and then up again. Searched towards her groin. Just barely touched the area with the back of one hand. Then gently, very gently stroked the back of his hand and forearm against her warm, wet delights on the way back towards her ass. He grabbed her buttock and pressed his forearm upwards. Karen moaned, her voice trembling. "Oh, my goodness, I'm so horny!"

He slowly stood up again. Stroked his face up between her thighs, lingered a little on her lower abdomen, then her stomach and between her breasts. I could hear him breathing deeply through his nose repeatedly. Taking her in with all his senses. His hands searched from her hips and up towards her breasts. Kneaded and squeezed them gently.

Then it was as if he remembered the camera and that I wanted to see them enjoying themselves. He went behind her again and turned her towards one of the cameras. Kissed her in the crook of her neck. Caressed both her breasts at the same time. Lifted them carefully and felt the weight. Stroked one hand down towards her soft round belly. Rotated lovingly and appreciatively. Then both hands down on her hips and thighs. All the while not forgetting to kiss and stimulate her neck and cheeks. I saw a shiver run through her. He had probably blown on the wet skin on her neck. It always used to cause such shivering and slight goosebumps. She loved it when she was teased like that.

His hands went to the inside of her thighs again and Karen moved her legs apart a little to give him more room. This was no "straight to the point man". At least not now when he knew that if this was a pleasant experience for us, there could be repetitions in the future. He took his time. Caressed her thighs and Karen's sparsely haired pubic area. Groomed, but not completely smooth. Spread her outer lips with one hand on each side so that the inner, bulging ones came out even more clearly. Changed his grip a little and spread them too. The opening in between was easy to see, warm and wet. I saw voluptuous juices flowing slowly out. Juices created by my lovely wives' delightful horny passion. No wonder the bar stool had gotten wet.

Karen twisted and wiggled her ass back against him. His shaft was probably throbbing, hard, and ready for action, up along her ass crack now. Her eyes were half-closed and her face was full of horny lust. She reached for something behind her, grabbed it, brought it down and forward. The shaft and its exposed head appeared there between her thighs. Nice length. She lifted herself up on her toes. He lowered himself a little with a slight bend in his knees. I could see his shaft slowly rubbing and getting wet between her glistening smooth labia. Oh my God, what a delicious sight to see her warm wet pussy lips preparing his cock like that. Would she be able to wait much longer?

The answer came almost at once. "Take me! NOW!" she said in a hoarse voice. Then she leaned forward a little. He still held the same hold on the side of her labia. Opened her up. Her waiting cave was more than ready to receive his throbbing cock. The shaft slid back a little, the head rested against the opening. With small, calm movements, it slid in little by little until the head was inside and only the shaft was visible from the outside. Karen moaned with pleasure. She had to be almost desperate to get him all the way inside her. Slowly she pressed her hip back against him. And finally, he slid all the way inside her. Her moans increased, she almost whimpered with pleasure. Her labia slid lovingly up and down on his rock-hard shaft. What a beautiful sight. He reached all the way inside her, to the bottom, it seemed. But Karen didn't care that his cock was pounding against her inner wall. She assures me that it doesn't hurt at all, just feels good. Women are created a little differently that way. Fortunately.

When he was finally completely inside, he moved his hands up to her breasts. Embraced her tightly, hugged her close. Caressed her stomach and tits. At the same time, they had found a slow rhythm with thrust after thrust against each other. He slowly moved up and forward, she thrusted back eagerly. Her hips rotated erotically every time she thrust against him. Eyes closed and with a blissful smile. Lustful moans from both with each thrust. Her round ass embraced by the lower part of his stomach and thighs. Time after time. I knew that feeling so well. Delicious. They went on like this for a long, long time.

Karen is one of the lucky ones who can have orgasms from penetration alone without any other stimulation. And she gets them quite easily and repeatedly if she wants to. As horny and aroused as she was now, I had no doubt that the first one would come soon. But she can also delay, edge, if she wants. Gradually he noticed that something was about to happen and changed his grip on her. Maybe she was no longer able to stand steadily on her toes? He clearly wanted to do something to help her. He whispered in her ear and she first lifted one leg; he grabbed her thigh and lifted it up. Then the other and she hung in his arms. All this handling almost without losing the rhythm. Impressive that he didn't slip out. His erection was still rock hard. And it probably helped with a little length and the angle it was pointing at too.

She ended up with her knees wide out to the side and aiming upwards. Her private parts and thighs were spread wide and gave a fantastic view of what was going on down there. I enjoyed the sight of both that and, not least, her blissful face. Half-closed eyes, pursed lips, breathing that came in jerks and groans. Loud moaning. Completely immersed in wonderful pleasure. Oh, how I loved this beautiful creature.

Thomas became a little unsteady and leaned back against the bed for support, but without sitting down. He kept up the pace in a masterful manner. In -- out -- and in again. Karen couldn't do much now except enjoy, receive, breathe heavily, moan and groan. Before long the orgasm had to come. I could hear her through the door between our rooms. Thomas wasn't exactly quiet either. They could probably be heard both on the floor above and below us as well.

God, it felt so good to hear her intense pleasure like this. Finally, the orgasm rippled through her body. It tore and struggled in her and she threw her head back against Thomas' shoulder. The muscles in her whole body trembled. It continued for a long, long time before she finally calmed down and went limp where she hung in his arms. Most of his cock was still deep inside her lovely love cave. The part I could see, glistened with juices. But only of the clear, transparent kind. I had almost passed out too just from seeing her intense pleasure. But luckily, I had let my right hand rest in time. If I knew Karen right, this wouldn't end for a long time yet. And Thomas had also managed to hold back. Good! She would soon be ready for more.

It seemed like Karen was stuck on his dick. Breathing out with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face. Slowly she came to her senses again, opened her eyes and looked directly into the camera. With a wide smile and sparkling eyes, she formed silent words to me: "I love you!" My heart swelled. She was so beautiful, even in the arms of someone other than me. Almost impaled on this stranger's cock.

Then she turned her head up towards Thomas's face, searched for his mouth and started a long, wet kiss. Her tongue played with his lips, met his tongue, they merged. Both with closed eyes, enjoying each other. For a long time. She was still hanging on his cock. He had turned halfway and they had their side facing the camera on the chair. Finally, he lowered her down and pulled his dick out of her. But the cock was in strong tension for a moment before it was completely out, it tilted up sharply along her ass crack and slapped against his stomach. Karen turned to him. They stood facing each other for a while before Karen grabbed his stiff, glistening manhood with both hands, put her face against his chest and smiled warmly and happily at the camera. Then she knelt. Studied it, gently pulled one hand up and down a few times. Brought it to her mouth and tasted it carefully. It was mostly her own flavors. But I saw her tongue licking his tip, so there must have been some precum mixed in too. Then she let the head of his cock slide slowly into her mouth. Karen loves and is really good at using both her tongue and lips when she is giving head. Maybe it's because she's so good at, and enjoys, kissing that she masters this part of the game as well.

I'm not that interested in watching blow jobs in porn. But I think it's great to get them myself. Especially during my time with Karen. She's good. But this was something else, not me. She loves sucking cock. Also, this stranger's cock. It was fascinating to watch. And seeing her joy -- I love THAT. She now had one of her hands between her own legs. Massaging herself. Eyes closed. Enjoying it to the fullest. Sometimes she lets me cum in her mouth when she sucks my cock. And swallows it all without any problems. Says it just tastes delicious. But she usually stops when she notices that I'm on the verge of cumming. Because what she likes even more is that I fill the whole load inside her. She says that it's the height of pleasure to feel that it's about to go for me. And then unleashing her own orgasm at the same time. We're alike that way. Edging together, for a long time, before we end with the grand finale: A shared orgasm.

Thomas had to wait. Karen wasn't satisfied with just one orgasm. She clearly wasn't taking the chance that he wouldn't be able to continue once he'd cummed once. No problem, it later turned out. But now she told him to lie on his back in the bed. The way he lay, all three cameras were aimed perfectly for good pictures, and I could switch between them depending on what I wanted to see. She first sat over his legs and sucked a little more. Then she climbed up his body to kiss some more with her legs stretched out and well out to the side. She rotated her lower abdomen towards him. The dick was sandwiched between them. Her ass stuck erotically into the air. He grabbed her round, bouncy buttocks. Kneaded and pulled them apart. Her labia spread out like the petals of a flower with the narrow opening in between. Then she pressed herself back down against him. Again, I could see how her swollen labia playfully stroked up and down his shaft. Pressed it down against his stomach. Caught it, rubbed her most sensitive parts with it. Then she pulled herself up a little further and played teasingly with the head of his penis against her opening. But it sprang up, free from its captivity, pointing everywhere other than where she wanted it. She really had to work hard to get it positioned correctly without using her hands. Up in the air with her bouncy ass. God help me, so arousing to see. Someone else's cock that she actively tried to position correctly to go down on. I had a sudden urge to go into the next room to help her get it in place. But luckily, I managed to fight down the impulse to do so. I just sat there as if I was tied to the chair and thought: "A little higher now, there, push it in." Of course, she managed it on her own.

She knows very well that the most intense moment for me is when the head of the penis, or more precisely, the glans with a "snap", slips past the very narrowest point right inside her opening. So carefully, carefully, she let his cock head enter past this point. Probably felt the "snap". She does feel it when I do that. Then almost out and in again a number of times. There was no doubt that Thomas greatly appreciated this too. His sounds revealed how good he thought it was.

Then she took him a little further in. I could see how she rhythmically tightened the muscles down there. Massaging his cock in the most wonderful way imaginable. Thomas hadn't said much while they were having sex. But now he couldn't help but comment: "That's the best thing I've ever felt. You're simply amazing!" I could see on the stream from one of the other cameras that Karen smiled proudly. She gave him a quick kiss and continued for a while.

If you are a woman and reading this, and don't exercise these female muscles of yours, start immediately. You won't regret it.

If you're a married man, try to find a safe way to suggest exercising these muscles to your loved one. Do it if you dare. It's not the same as saying she's too wide and flabby. Absolutely not.

Back to my dear wife and Thomas. Finally she wanted him all the way inside her again. She was lying a little too high up on his body to do it right away and had to twist down a little. She lay on top of him with her own legs stretched on the outside of his. In this position she had bit limited mobility. But with good flexibility in her hip joint and sticking her ass up, and then down again, she somehow managed. Took him in as far as she could. Rubbing herself down against him with rotating hips. Up in the air with her ass again. Down. Lying stretched out with her ass lifted like that, I would usually say she was inviting someone to take her from behind. It's one of my favorite positions. In and out of her lovely, wet cave with her ass slapping into the lower part of my stomach. Ladies with perky asses always make me think of that exact feeling. But now this lovely ass was busy with someone else. Where I usually wanted my cock when she invited me like that, there was another cock. Fun and delightful at the same time.

A crazy thought struck me. Was there room for one more in there? I had seen some porn with double vaginal penetration. Well, well, this was not the time to think about such things.

Such an extended position for a woman does not offer the same opportunities as when she is sitting on top of him. But Thomas did what he could to support her movements. As the pleasures slowly intensified for Karen, she probably felt the need for even more powerful stimulation. I think that was the reason why she finally sat up on top of him to ride him properly. She sat bent forward so that I still had a beautiful view of how she pressed her delicious, wet pussy down on his cock. With each thrust, when she was all the way down, she rotated her hips again erotically and rubbed her most sensitive parts against him. Faster and wilder. From one of the side cameras, I saw how Thomas squeezed and fondled her breasts. Lifted his head and licked and sucked on her nipples. The expression on his face, and the moans, showed that he was approaching his own climax.

Karen is extremely sensitive to the sounds and signs that indicate that her partner is approaching orgasm. For many years that was just me and nobody else. It makes her extremely excited and ready to unleash her own orgasm. We have that in common. No matter how this was for Thomas, Karen was in complete control. Even though her entire being seemed to be deeply, deeply teeming with ecstasy, desire, and pleasure, this was instinctive to her. So, when Thomas finally couldn't take it anymore and roared and grunted "I'm cumming", she was ready. Her body shook; the rhythm became chaotic. I saw the muscles that embraced his cock and the insides of her thighs and everywhere else for that matter, spasm violently and uncoordinated. Finally, she just pressed down on his cock as much as she could. Then she buried her face against the pit of his throat. All her sweet sounds and not least seeing her enjoy herself so wildly and beautifully, made it burst for me too. I joined them in a kind of shared orgasm.

They lay like that, completely exhausted, for a long, long time. I saw that what was coming out of my beloved was different from before. No longer just shiny and transparent. After a while she lifted herself up, gave Thomas a smack, and apologized. She just had to take a quick trip to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, she came back out and asked him if he wanted to join in for another round or two. He replied that if she just gave him a little time, he would definitely be ready. Karin told him that she was looking forward to the continuation. Then she asked him: "What do you think about us going down to the bar and finding an extra guy for me? But don't get me wrong, you've certainly been a great guy so far." The question was clearly meant for both Thomas and me. Because she looked straight into the camera and added: "Does that sound exciting? You said you'd love to see me spoiled by more than one man. Call me if you want us to find one or two more." At the same time, she winked and I understood what she had in mind.

I hurried to clean up and get dressed and found my phone. She answered almost before it started ringing and put it to her ear. "Give me a few minutes to get down," I whisper first. Then so loudly that he might be able to hear: "Yes, I think you should. If you want another one, you're welcome, my dear."

A few minutes later I was sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee. The bar stools next to me were empty. Soon I heard footsteps and a voice behind me asking, "Is this seat free?"

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A few hours later, it was just the two of us left in bed. My dear wife snuggled up next to me. "I can't wait for the next time we do this. I hope we can repeat something similar soon. "Maybe we can invite him to our house?" I suggested.

"Yes, I'd love to. But maybe it's time for you to taste another delicious woman? Actually, I'd like to try some girly stuff too. Or perhaps a swap with another couple?"