Last night, my wife Sadie and I invited my buddy Jake over for a “movie night” since the summer heat was unbearable. Sadie’s been hooked on Jake’s cock for months now, fucking him at least once a week, and I’m totally cool with it. Watching her lose herself to him is hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. She’s practically addicted to how he owns her body, and I’m just here for the show, loving every second of her having a boyfriend who fucks her better than I ever could.
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I fired up the grill for some burgers while Sadie and Jake flirted shamelessly in the kitchen. Their hands were all over each other—groping, teasing, stealing quick kisses that made my cock twitch. After dinner, we smoked a joint on the patio, the misters cooling us down as the buzz kicked in. Sadie’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and I knew she was already wet thinking about Jake. The heat drove us back inside, and we settled on the couch: me on one end, Sadie in the middle, and Jake on the other. I picked a random movie, but let’s be real—no one cared about the screen.
Sadie slid over to Jake, pressing her body against his as they started spooning. Within minutes, she excused herself to “get comfortable.” She returned in a jaw-dropping silk lingerie set—barely-there shorts that hugged her perfect ass, showing off her thigh tattoo, and a see-through bra struggling to contain her DDs. Jake’s eyes lit up like a predator’s, and he pulled her close, whispering how fucking sexy she looked as his hands roamed her curves.
About 30 minutes into the movie, I stepped away for a quick bathroom break. When I came back, the room was electric. Sadie was straddling Jake, grinding her soaked pussy against his exposed cock, their lips locked in a sloppy, desperate makeout. They didn’t even notice me sit back down. Jake’s hands pinched her nipples through the thin fabric, making her moan into his neck as she kissed and nibbled his skin. My dick was rock-hard, but I stayed quiet, soaking in the sight of my wife losing herself to him.
Sadie slid down, her lips trailing over his chest until she reached his thick, throbbing cock. She worshipped it like a goddess, kissing the shaft, licking the underside, and teasing the tip with slow, deliberate swirls of her tongue. Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deep, her throat constricting around him. I know exactly how good that feels—Sadie’s blowjobs are pure magic, and she fucking loves sucking dick. She worked him slowly, sliding her lips from base to tip, occasionally pulling off to kiss and lick his dripping shaft, her eyes locked on his with pure lust. Jake’s toes curled, his body tensing as she edged him closer and closer.
Just when it looked like he’d explode in her mouth, Sadie pulled back, teasing the tip with her fingers to keep him on edge. She was dripping wet—sucking cock always gets her soaked. She climbed back up, yanked her shorts aside, and impaled herself on his cock, letting out a guttural moan as he filled her completely. She leaned forward, kissing him deeply as she rocked her hips, adjusting to his size. Jake’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her as she started grinding faster, the couch creaking under them. Her moans drowned out the movie, and I was mesmerized, my cock throbbing as I watched my wife ride her lover like a porn star.
Sadie went full cowgirl, planting her feet on the couch and slamming her hips down, her hands braced on Jake’s chest. He ripped her top and bra off, her perfect tits bouncing free. She leaned forward, letting him suck her nipples as she whispered, “You make me so fucking wet, Jake. I need this cock every damn day.” I nearly came in my pants hearing that, my heart pounding with jealousy and arousal. Jake suddenly lifted her, still buried inside, and carried her to our bedroom. I followed like a shadow, slipping into the corner chair as they collapsed onto our bed.
Sadie straddled him again, her hips grinding in slow circles as she rode him with purpose. Jake’s hands roamed her body, pulling her close as they made out, their tongues dancing. She leaned down, kissing his neck and whispering, “Don’t ever stop fucking me. This pussy is yours—you fuck it better than he ever could.” My cock twitched so hard I had to grip the chair to keep from touching myself. Jake flipped her onto her back, pinning her in missionary. He sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips and pounding her relentlessly. Sadie played with her tits, moaning like a slut as the sound of skin slapping filled the room. They were lost in each other, completely ignoring me, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—watching the woman I love get fucked like a whore by a man who owns her in ways I never will.
Jake finally pulled out, spraying thick ropes of cum across her stomach, a few drops hitting her tits. They collapsed, panting, and I slipped back to the living room, my head spinning. They eventually rejoined me, spooning on the couch like nothing had happened. But 20 minutes later, Sadie was at it again, grinding her ass against Jake’s crotch, her hands teasing his thighs. She tugged his shorts down, exposing his hardening cock, and went to work. This time, she was topless, her gorgeous tits swaying as she devoured his cock and balls with slow, sensual licks. She spent at least 30 minutes worshipping him, savoring every inch like it was her last meal.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, Sadie stripped off her shorts, climbed onto his lap, and sank onto his cock, moaning his name. They fucked slowly, passionately, her hips rocking as Jake gripped her waist, pulling her deeper. She leaned back, gasping, “Fuck, Jake, you feel so good.” They moved together for what felt like forever, lost in their rhythm, the couch gently rocking. I edged myself through my shorts, trying not to cum as I watched my wife star in the hottest live porn I’d ever seen.
Jake flipped her around, pinning her against the sectional’s back. He shoved his cock deep, making her gasp as he bottomed out. Sadie’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling as he fucked her harder, faster. “Fuck my pussy, Jake—make it yours,” she begged, her voice dripping with need. I switched seats for a better view, jealous as hell that he could fuck her like that. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans higher-pitched until she screamed, her legs clamping around him as she came hard, her pussy pulsing around his cock. Jake kept pounding through her orgasm, then pulled out and shot thick loads across her stomach, coating her belly button ring as cum dripped onto the couch. I grabbed towels to clean up as they caught their breath, still tangled together.
Jake kissed Sadie goodbye and left, and we headed to bed. She guided my aching cock into her used, sloppy pussy, and holy fuck, it felt incredible—so wet, so stretched from him. I came in under a minute, overwhelmed by the night. Watching Sadie with Jake is better than any fantasy. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s the hottest thing in the world.
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