It began with a quiet fascination—meeting my wife’s ex, reminiscing about the intense past they shared, and finding myself aroused by the memories. From early on, it was clear he desired to reconnect in a more intimate way. The last time we met, we toyed with the idea of surprising her—blindfolding her and bringing him in—but ultimately decided the differences would be too obvious, and she might sense something off.
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We stayed in touch through messages, the tension growing between us. One night, driven by a rush of boldness, I asked my wife if she would ever want to be shared. Surprised by the question, she eventually confessed to harboring such a fantasy. Curious, she inquired where the idea came from. I withheld the full details of our private rendezvous but revealed that one of her exes had expressed a wish to be with her again. When she asked who, I named him. Though surprised, she acknowledged they parted on good terms. After a long conversation, she finally asked if I was truly comfortable with it. I admitted I was—nervous yet excited.
With nerves and anticipation swirling, we planned for her ex to join us that weekend. About thirty minutes before he arrived, I noticed her apprehension; she questioned if we truly wanted to proceed. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, but I reassured her we should give it a try.
When he arrived, the atmosphere was awkward but civil. They exchanged pleasantries, and together, we made our way to the bedroom. I settled against the pillows at the head of the bed while he took a seat at the edge, and my wife stood before us, unsure of what to do. Her ex beckoned her closer, wrapping his arms around her thighs and sliding his hands up beneath her yoga pants to caress her firm ass. Watching her face, I saw a mixture of anticipation and desire as he pulled her down to his level and kissed her gently.
Their tender make-out grew more passionate. My wife began to undress, slowly peeling off her clothes until she stood naked before us, her soft, white bubble butt exposed. Both men were already hard, stroking themselves as she sunk to her knees at the bed’s edge. I adjusted my position to watch as she took him into her mouth, his thick, uncut head slipping between her lips. She deepened her bobbing movements, taking him further inside, and I felt a surge of jealousy mixed with intense arousal.
After some time, he pulled her up onto the bed. I asked how it felt, and she grabbed my hand, spreading her legs. Her slick, wet pussy glistened from her oral tease. Without prior discussion about protection, he positioned her on her hands and knees, facing me. Grabbing one of her ample cheeks, he guided his thick cock inside her. She gasped softly to me, stretched wide to accommodate him.
She greedily took my penis into her mouth while he began to pump into her. His arm wrapped beneath her, fingers finding and teasing her clit as she moaned against me. Eventually, she stopped sucking and enveloped me completely, her body shuddering as she cried out, climaxing around my shaft while he thrust steadily from behind. Gradually, he slowed, and she lay flushed and spent, face down with her luscious ass raised.
When she regained composure, he rolled her onto her back, legs parting invitingly. Sliding between her thighs, he mounted her in a slow, steady missionary. From my vantage, I watched him ease his slick, glistening head into her wetness, foreskin retracting as he entered. I began stroking myself as she looked over at me, her eyes telling me she had no regrets about this shared experience. Their lips met in a passionate kiss once again, and though he held her attention, she reached out to stroke me gently.
The sight of my wife’s mouth and pussy being taken so deliciously was intoxicating. My own cock pulsed with need until I spilled onto my stomach while she kept her hand wrapped around me before turning her focus back to him. She spread her ankles wide and whispered filthy praises about his size and hardness. He began pounding her hard, admitting he was close to coming. In that heated moment, none of us cared about protection—we were consumed by the eroticism of the scene.
They kissed again passionately as his thrusts grew deeper, driving all the way inside her. She locked her legs around him, holding him fast as he released inside her. Pulling out, he left her lying exhausted and sated on our bed. I watched as his thick, white cum dripped from her folds onto the sheets. She slipped into a quick shower, the water tracing down her thick thigh. Wrapped in towels, we cleaned up and lingered together. All of us agreed it was an incredible experience, and though we had no set plans, we all looked forward to when we might come together again.