Your Wife Set Free

Oh, is there anything more pleasurable, than to see her dancing like that. You are a lousy dancer, flat on your feet. She loves dancing salsa. Now that the pandemic is easing, there are get-togethers at Venice pier, where the handsome men and the lovely ladies gather.
You stand at the side and watch as your wife dances with this dude in the peach-colored guayabera. He’s about twenty-five — the same age as your young wife. As he spins her and twirls her, they seem to have a real connection.
After about an hour, they walk hand in hand together, over to where you are sipping from your flask — rum of course, right for the occasion.
“Honey, this is Chris,” she says.
Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, you both mutter. Yes, this is a bit awkward. He’s holding hands with your wife, after all. But it’s awesome-awkward! The kind of envelope-pushing experience you live for.
“You guys dance so well together,” I compliment them.
“Thank you,” says Chris. “Your wife is a great dancer.”
“I invited Chris back to our place for a drink!” she says.
“Great!” I say.
Now you are all three in the back of an Uber, and she is between you, in her knee-length dancing dress, with its low cut top showing so much of her cleavage, her perfume smelling so sweet and musky here in the small car. You’re all three more or less squished together. You see their legs pushing together, and you see their hands grazing against one another.
“You know what?” you say to the Uber driver. “It’s a little tight back here. Can you pull over and I’ll sit in the front.”
The Uber driver pulls over and you sit in the front.
This has the effect you desired. It gives them a little privacy. And soon you can sense that they are making out. You hear the sound of little moans and lips smacking. You turn your head ever so slightly, and yes, you can see, they are kissing passionately. He has his hands on your wife’s beautiful brown, wavy hair, and is stroking it like it is some kind of treasure. Like your wife is some kind of treasure. And she is. What a prize!
The Uber driver glances over at you. You smile at him. He can see what’s going on in his rearview mirror.
“We’re getting a little show, eh?” he says quietly.
“Yes we are!” you agree. “Quite a show!”
“Go ahead, pull down the visor,” the driver whispers. “It has a mirror on it.”
So you pull down the visor, just in time to see him pulling down the straps of her dress, unbuttoning her bra, and getting his hands on those lovely breasts.
“Do you mind?” you ask the Uber driver, as you unzip your fly and begin jerking off.
“Not at all,” he says. And to your surprise, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own erection. Your wife has done the trick — given three men a hard-on. You can see in the back seat that Chris’s crotch is bulging. As he kisses your wife’s breasts, she unzips Chris’s trousers and pulls out his dick. He starts moaning. She starts moaning. And then, the two of you up front are moaning.
You just hope this Uber driver keeps his eyes on the road.
“This is us,” you say to him, as the Uber pulls up to your house.
“Aw…” says the Uber driver, as everybody buttons up and starts getting out of the car.
“You enjoy your evening, folks,” he says.
“Oh, we will,” you say.
You go into the kitchen to pour some drinks for them, and you put them on a tray and bring them upstairs.
When you come into the bedroom, your wife is already down to just her panties. She is lying on the bed as Chris kisses her breasts and her belly and comes down to her pussy. She lifts up her butt and he peels off her panties. There it is, your wife’s pussy. He’s about to go down on her.
You put the drinks down on the side table and remove your pants and your underpants. You sit on the little chair there that is positioned for exactly this purpose — it is your cuckold chair. From here, you get a great 45-degree angle on the bed, but it's far enough away that those on the bed will hardly notice your presence. That’s what you want — to be there, but not be there.
Now your wife is set free from your marriage.
She’s really alone with this guy, Chris. Because, remember, her husband is there but he’s not there.
You’re invisible, and mostly silent. You do moan a bit along with your wife as she reaches her first climax as he uses his mouth on her beautiful shaved pussy.
“Fuck me, baby!” she says then, desperately. “Fuck me now!”
She wants him inside her now, this bird who has been set free, who has carte blanche to have whatever sexual experience she wants to have. Who can fuck whoever, whenever. Life now is about her desire. You have enough money to buy her whatever she wants, and enough heart to give her whatever exciting experience she wants to have. You love her. You adore her. And nothing makes you happier than to see an incredibly sexy man, like this Chris, come to her naked on the bed, with a throbbing erection, and put it in her gently, slowly, giving her what she wants.
“Yeah baby!” she cries, in a high-pitched voice you only hear when she’s being fucked by a real stud. “Yeah baby! Fuck me baby! Fuck me good!”
Now, a position change. You love a position change. She gets on all fours. Her sexy lovely dancer’s butt prone and ready to receive him.
“Oh yeah, this was my lucky night,” says Chris, as he holds her butt in position and prepares to enter her from behind.
“It was my lucky night,” argues your wife. “Your dick is so sexy. It makes me feel so good. So good, baby!”
And as he enters her from behind, you think, no, this is my lucky night. What other husband gets to experience anything near to this. To see his own wife, with such a sexy stud, being pounded hard from behind. To see that sexy stud’s face, as he enjoys that magic pussy from behind. Oh, it was good from on top, but you know from experience, it’s even better from behind. So tight, like a glove, and now he can go so deep, because he’s at just the right angle.
“Holy shit!” cries Chris.
“Yeah, baby! Yeah!”
You hope he doesn’t cum! Sometimes they cum right away in doggie style. But no, this Chris is a macho stud. He holds back. And now, the thing you’ve been dreaming of all night. Position change. Your wife goes to reverse cowgirl. She sits on his big cock, and looks over at you, her love, her great husband, who has allowed her this pleasure.
And you can tell from her high-pitched voice that she’s going to cum.
“Thanks, baby,” she says to you. “Thanks for letting me have this! You’re so good to me. So good, baby!”
“You’re welcome,” you say.
And as she cums, Chris cums. And you finally let yourself go.
All three of you cum together. And this bird, who has been set free, flies back to you. She comes over to you in your cuckold chair and covers you with kisses.
“Was that good for you, baby?” she murmurs.
“So good!”
“I’m glad,” says your lovely bird. “It was good for me, too. So good.”
Then she goes back onto the bed and begins sucking this macho stud’s dick to get him hard for round two.
The bird is set free once more. Free to roam the skies in whatever way she chooses. And you, down here on the earth, look up at her flight in utter amazement.
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