My wife and I had been exploring something exciting with her ex-boyfriend, having shared intimate moments together a few times before. For Canada Day, we planned to meet up and celebrate. It was our first time gathering in public, so we chose a busy downtown park to watch the fireworks display.
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Beforehand, we agreed that he could treat her like she was his own, with full consent and understanding. As we strolled through the crowded park, he held her closer than just friends—his hand slid possessively over the curve of her thick ass. I caught glimpses of his fingers teasing her flesh under the ruse of a casual touch. The thrill of watching my wife so intimately claimed by another man in public was intoxicating, a delicious mix of danger and desire.
We decided to keep our interactions subtle to avoid attracting attention from anyone we might know. Still, the busy crowd gave cover as he stood behind her, hands firmly on her hips when the fireworks began to burst in the sky. She playfully pressed her ass against the bulge in his pants, making us both laugh at her naughty, teasing spirit. Then, with a confident lift of her chin, he drew her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Right beside me, my wife and her ex-boyfriend melted into each other’s mouths. While the crowd focused on the explosive show above, I was hard, captivated by their heated exchange.
As we started leaving, we unexpectedly bumped into some acquaintances. Quickly, he slipped away from her, and after some casual catching up, we drove to a secluded nude beach for more intimate play.
Finding a private spot, she swiftly took his already hard cock in hand, eager to please. She gave him a long, devoted blowjob until he was swollen and pulsing with desire. Then, he turned her around, pulled out her ass, and bent her over, sliding into her dripping wet pussy. Whispering how soaked she was for him, he began to fuck her hard and slow while I watched, jerking my cock in time with their movements.
When he pulled out, he instructed her to kneel in front of him. Obediently, she got on her knees, eyes locked on his as he released a thick, hot load onto her face. She gazed up, utterly drenched in his cum. When she moved to wipe it away, he stopped her, telling her to leave it just like that for the walk back.
We headed to our cars, her face still glazed with his thick cream. Once inside, he left, and my wife leaned over to me, her fingers wrapping eagerly around my cock. She squeezed and stroked, telling me to pull it out. Her cum-slick lips pressed against mine as she jerked me harder, tasting the remnants of him on her tongue. She smiled softly, whispering “Good boy,” before sliding my cock back into my shorts, a satisfied glow in her eyes.
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